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vall-the-pen · 1 month

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You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath

Synopsis: trying to spend time with your boyfriend while keeping your relationship private… or a secret…

Content: Alhaitham x fem!reader, low-profile/secret relationship, angst no comfort, writer!reader,

Warnings: slightly toxic if you squint, guilt-tripping, neglect, arguing, long intro (it gets good i promise), cursing, not proofread

Note: (Title from Taylor Swift’s ‘All Too Well (10 Minute Version) (Taylor’s Version)’) I tried to make this as in-character as possible while trying to convey the conflict of the plot so please let me know if there are any inaccuracies

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The walls of Lambad’s tavern grew dim as the sun set; you, Tighnari, and Kaveh sat at a table having a little get-together. It didn’t feel complete, though, because two members of the group have yet to arrive. Cyno said he would be late due to an interrogation he has to do. And Alhaitham… he didn’t really give a notice but you all figured he was busy, being the acting grand sage and all that.

After a 30-minute rant about Kaveh’s clients, you talked about writing a new novel but you had no idea how to start it.

“Questions are overrated,” said Kaveh as he downed his drink, “I suggest you start with an at-large murder suspect being chased down by government officials—not guardes or the millelith, literal government officials.”

“You could ask Cyno for inspiration,” Tighnari suggests. You consider the idea but you figured Cyno wouldn’t have the time. “Or you could ask Alhaitham. I remember he has some experience in that field too.”

“Ah, yes,” you reply meekly. “I had forgotten.”

Hearing Alhaitham’s name felt like a stab to the heart, a curse laid upon you. You weren’t sure if it was out of love or suffering. After two years of dating, not a single soul knew about the two of you. As you asked yourself why that is, you give yourself an excuse that he simply wasn’t ready to be out. That he wanted you to make a name for yourself in case people would only remember you as the acting grand sage’s partner and not your rightful title as a writer.

When he first introduced the idea of keeping your relationship low-profile, you thought nothing of it. You knew he had no ill-intentions with the situation, so you agreed. But you thought the coast would be clear 6 months into the relationship.

During that time, the only signs of affection you got from him were when he was seldom tired from work and came home to you, longing for your warmth and drowning you with the most beautifully crafted compliments you could only dream of hearing. It was the side of him only you got to see. It was almost an honor being able to witness such greatness, all the while feeling like a goddess, worshipped and gratified by the gift of your presence.

Nowadays, you no longer felt like a deity worth praying to; that side of him became rarer than it already was.

The times when you were together—together being with the rest of your friends—you would always try to make some sort of contact with him just to feel the thrill of love your heart was aching to have, only for him to starve you of it and leave.

You felt alone, neglected, desperate, nonexistent, like a forgotten dream worth pursuing.

Everytime you thought of leaving, frames and fragments of his flattering psalms and echoing touch seemed worth the mind-numbing pain you’re going through. You’re the only one for me, he’d say. I don’t know what I did to deserve you. He would gaze upon you like you were a full moon, and you would embrace him like he was the sun.

But basking under the sun is bound to get you burned.

About an hour later, already midnight, Cyno had already arrived but Alhaitham was nowhere to be seen. Kaveh has had too many drinks and is now drunk to the core. And with the hopes of seeing Alhaitham’s face for once, you drank your fair share too. Your cheeks glowed with a drunken flush, a fire setting aflame to your frozen heart. Something he could never do.

“Looks like the acting grand sage will not be joining us,” Cyno pointed out.

A guffaw escaped from your throat, “What is there to even expect, Alhaitham has been busy since that damned Azar did… something.”

You can’t think clearly. The laugh you let out almost sounded like a sob, and to be honest, you were on the verge of crying. You were just tired. You needed the warmth only the love of your life could provide.

Then out of the blue, the voice you longed for an eternity echoed through the tavern, tired and monotonous. “Apologies for my utmost tardiness, there were some issues at the akademiya I needed to handle.”

Alhaitham.

Your stomach hurt all of the sudden. You watched as he walked to the seat opposite of you. Shouldn’t you be happy now? You were just about to break down because he wasn’t here. Now that he is, you should be content and watch your boyfriend from afar. But all you could feel was betrayal, the blank agony of despair, the cruel sting of rejection.

He failed to notice the tears that glossed your eyes, assuming it was the reflection of the light. Your gaze pierced his soul with desperation, begging for him to console you and just… do whatever. You were asking for even a squeak, a sliver of concern, the bare minimum.

“Tighnari, how is Collei doing with her studies?” Like he had a shield for your painful daggers, he didn’t even glance at your direction. Disappointment filled you like a glass of wine. You should be used to this by now—the overwhelming weight when he avoided your leg, another desperate cry you needed him to hear.

Tighnari shared Collei’s progress after seeing that you were okay. As much as you were proud of her, you prayed to every archon not to let her be in your situation. Your heart shreds for the other person, it screams his name like a priest in worship, and all that for naught.

The group laughed at something, you weren’t listening all that much. You just felt… empty.

Kaveh’s voice called your name, “Isn’t that right, Y/N?” The group turns to you, who was dazed and distracted. The architect immediately noticed this. He patted your cold hand, “Y/N?”

“Hm? Ah, yes. Yeah, sure.”

Alhaitham laughed, “You seem distracted tonight, Y/N. If you’re looking to write for the akademiya, that kind of attitude will not be tolerated.”

Somehow you got defensive. Was it Alhaitham’s obliviousness? The way he made it seem like you were aloof? His laugh that mocked you in your desolate state? Maybe it was all of the above. Whatever it was, it made you snap.

“Ah, Alhaitham, akademiya this, akademiya that—there are more things to life than work, you know.” Your voice covered up your attacks as simple friendly banter. You’ve gotten good at sucking up your anxieties and steadying your voice all thanks to him. Now you can cover yourself up real nice when you commit a crime. You have a knife in mind, and you’re ready to kill. “Like, I don’t know, a partner, per say.”

Stab.

The grand sage scoffed, “You know very well I don’t have time for such trivial things.” His muscles flex as he crossed his arms. So these were the words he chose to say to you, after centuries of broken promises and empty plates.

“Maybe you would if you actually made the time for one.”

Stab.

“You are aware that you just ignored what I just said, right? Are you even listening?”

Stab.

“Oh, I’ve been listening. For the past two years, I’ve been listening my butt out for you.” It was scarring how unbothered Alhaitham was; you wanted to scream at him. The tightening of your chest, the prickling of tears behind your eyes, the weight of despair settling in your stomach, could he see what you’re going through? “Now, all I ask is a little bit of sympathy because I have been suffering all alone, waking up to an empty bed, not even a-“

“Y/N, what are you talking about?” Alhaitham interrupted you, somewhat panicked. You didn’t realize how loud you were being, up from your seat with your palm stinging from how hard it hit the table. “You know, if you’re having boy problems, you don’t have to take it out on me. It’s not like I’m your boyfriend.”

Right then and there, your world began crashing down. “Alhaitham,” Cyno muttered disapprovingly, making Alhaitham realize how rude he sounded. The tavern’s customers hushed to listen to your table. You hadn’t realized there were so many people.

Without even looking around, you could feel their eyes on you, whispers riddled with scandal.

“They’re being so loud.”

“Has she no shame?”

“In the presence of Acting Grand Sage Alhaitham, too.”

“Look, the general mahamatra is there; she really needs to watch herself.”

The embarrassment, the anger; it all fuelled you with a feeling you could not explain. No metaphor could capture the entirety of the wickedness of a man. How come he gets to sit there with everyone’s respect while you grovel in your puddle of tears? How come he’s having the time of his life while you’re burning in hell?

“You’re right,” you began, eyes dulled and void of life—of love, “You’re not. Okay, that’s all the liquor I can handle, guys. I think I’ll be heading home now.”

“Y/N,” Kaveh called, standing from his seat to escort you on your way out.

“I can walk myself, Kaveh.” You grabbed your things and took a sip of water. “Acting Grand Sage, humblest apologies.” Once again, you looked at him with utmost disappointment before leaving the tavern and heading home.

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I am adrift in a sea of longing, drowning in the silence of his absence, clutching to memories like driftwood in a storm-tossed ocean. Yet still, I cling to the fading embers of our love, fearing the darkness that awaits should I let them fade to ash.

Hours after you returned home, sleep had not been your friend. As much as it would be typical, you cried until your eyes stung. It was now 4am, the time Alhaitham usually wakes up. Lost in your never-ending, ever-agonizing thoughts, you stared blankly at the dining room, wondering if he will finally recognize his mistakes, how much pain you’ve been in.

The knob of your front door twisted open, and surprise, surprise, it was Alhaitham who entered your apartment. “What the FUCK was that, Y/N?” He was not one to raise his voice like that, or even curse.

“Of all the nights I was available, this was when and how you choose to talk to me?” Your voice was the opposite—calm, sad, empty.

“Do you realize you nearly told everyone about our relationship?” He spotted a notebook on your crossed lap and grabbed it. “What’s that, ‘I am adrift in a sea of..’ what? Y/N, is there something you’re not telling me?”

“You specialized in languages, Alhaitham, you’ll figure it out.”

The man scoffed, “I’m not a mind reader, Y/N, if you could stop being immature-“

“You’re calling me immature? Okay, what about you keeping our two-year relationship a fucking secret?” The both of you continued raising your voices at each other. If people in the tavern hadn’t already spread rumors, this will surely start them. “Just tell me you’re ashamed of me, Alhaitham!” Then the man fell silent. Serves him right. “Tell me you don’t love me, so you can have a concrete reason to leave!”

“You know being the acting grand sage was never an easy task. The Fatui and other rebelling organizations have me as their number one target, and they are more than willing to hurt anyone to get their way! I was keeping us a secret to protect you! Seeing you getting hurt would mean the end of the world.”

“Getting hurt?” You scoff, “If you never wanted me to get hurt, you’re doing a terrible fucking job. I had to sit through multiple tables with empty seats because you were never home. Do you know how embarrassing that is for myself? I had to tolerate every ounce of contact you avoided because ‘someone might see us.’ In case you couldn’t get how much pain I’m in, let me sum it up for you—IT HURTS MORE THAN DEATH, ALHAITHAM!”

As the last echoes of your argument faded into the silence of the empty apartment, it felt as though the very foundations of your world was crumbling around them. Each word spoken was like a dagger to the heart, tearing apart the fragile bonds of love that had once held you together.

Every word you said stung his chest, the last part beating him to a pulp. It was too late for regret to cross his mind. “I really did love you, Alhaitham, more than anything.”

Those words… he hadn’t heard them in what felt like eternity. All he wanted to do was melt into your arms and apologize endlessly for all his wrongdoings, the times he barely came home, the mornings he could’ve spent with you. He’s been feeling this way for what feels like centuries. If he opened his arms to you, would you still embrace him? Would you still forgive him?

“But I can’t keep giving myself excuses to tolerate all of this.”

He looked at you, your eyes that were once so full of light now dimming of any source. The desperation, the longing you both share. There was so much sadness in your eyes. Have you always looked at him that way? Alhaitham was always quick on his feet—he had to find a way to convince you to stay!

“Y/N,” he began, “We can’t just give up on everything we’ve been through. All the dates, anniversaries, everything we took our time to make—it will all be a waste if we give up now.”

“I think you gave up on us the first time you dropped my hand when I reached for you.”

You were slowly slipping from his grasp, from his future. “I’m willing to give you all the time you need. Every meal, every date, every word you desire, I will make time for all of it. I promise you.”

“How can I know this will be another empty promise? How will I know you won’t do this again? You were never the type to offer everything so helplessly, Alhaitham.”

“Y/N, can’t you see-“

“Where were you during my sleepless nights? Where were you when I had prepared the perfect dinner for us? Where were you when I stood in the middle of the park, waiting for a certain someone to show up?

You were never there, Alhaitham. But I forgave you for all of that. I gave you a million last chances.”

A million last chances… you were thinking of leaving him beforehand? When he couldn’t seem to move his mouth, you decided you’ve had enough.

“Please, leave.”

It was too late for him now. He was long gone from saving you, from saving this relationship. There was nothing left to say, or do.

In the dim light of dawn, you both stood alone, tears a silent testament to the shattered dreams and broken promises that littered the floor like shards of glass. And as you watched your former lover walk away, a part of you knew that the wounds inflicted that night would never fully heal, leaving behind nothing but the bitter taste of regret and the haunting echo of what could have been.

(Part 2 is out now!)

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beforeimdeceased · 6 months

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CRYBABY! - (E.W) PT4

pairing: mean/cruel ellie x sensitive/emotional reader.

synopsis: the song was one thing, but calling you up on stage?

a/n: none!

better keep your head down + give me a call if you ever get lonely

masterlist.

the paparazzi are everywhere, all snapping shots of you as you rush into the band’s car. ellie stops to talk with them, ignoring jesse and dina’s pleads for her to get in. the sounds of the excited fans and the paps priding questions ring in your ears.

“so that’s the girl that fucked up your face?”

“i wouldn’t say it’s fucked up. it’d take a lot to fuck this face up. i think i look pretty hot with a bloody nose anyway.”

“and the song you performed earlier today is about her? crybaby?”

“yes—“

“ellie, get in the fucking car.”

“—yes and i’m looking into getting it released soon.”

jesse hops out of the car, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her in. “shit, gotta go guys. it was amazing to see you all—“ is cut off by the door slamming. dina let’s out a heavy sigh and throws her head back.

“i should punch you too.” dina starts. it makes ellie chuckle and she looks over at you. “it’s enough for you to write the song and perform it, but to call her out and bring her up on stage afterwards? ellie, seriously, you’re fucking horrible.”

jesse interjects. “not to mention you doing that during one of our most important songs. you ruined the set i’ve been perfectly curating for months. for what? for fun?”

ellie doesn’t respond. she just stares at you. puffy eyes and pouty lips while you sniffle down your remains of sadness. it felt like this night couldn’t get any worse, and yet you knew when you got back to the hotel she’d somehow find a way to prove you wrong.

“if you wanna sleep in our room tonight it’s fine. i completely understand.” jesse whispers to you as he opens the trunk to grab the bags. you think about it for a moment before shaking your head. you don’t want dina and jesse to feel like they always have to babysit you around ellie. you can handle yourself. you proved that today when you socked her in the face.

“alright kiddo. let me know if you need anything, okay?” he smiles, leading everyone to the rooms.

when you and ellie make it to your room, you both say nothing to each other. you’re sure she’ll break the silence, though. she always does. maybe the silence is uncomfortable for her? or maybe she just likes to hear herself talk.

“you gonna eat something?” ellie chimes up as she sees you walking towards the bathroom. you just ignore her and wash yourself up. you can’t seem to pull your eyes away from your bruised knuckles, or the lingering drowsy feeling after you’d been crying. all you want to do is collapse into the couch and sleep.

when you’re all done, you grab a blanket from your bag and settle yourself onto the couch. then ellie comes over, sitting on your blanket.

“remember when i went to jail?”

you sigh. “get off my blanket. i’m tired i want to go to sleep.” you tug at it but she refuses to move. continuing what she’d previously been saying.

“jesse and dina were on a trip and i called you. you bailed me out.”

it was 4am when you got the call. eyes barely able to open wide enough to see your screen. when you answered your heart dropped. “jail? ellie what the fuck?” you frown. she laughs. “i know right. gotta put this in our next song.” even with her sarcasm and smart ass mouth you could hear how scared she was. and you couldn’t say no. why couldn’t you say no?

you shrug. “so? what does that have to do with anything?”

“remember when you said you never hated me?”

you nod but you were rethinking it all now. flexing your sore hand. looking down at your blanket that she’d decided to hold hostage. confusion written all over your face. you said you never hated her, but not that you’d never hate her.

“i didn’t write that song to be mean—“

you interrupt her with a chuckle. “then what the fuck was it for?”

she angrily gets up and rushes away. “fucking forget it.”

you stand up, throwing a couch pillow at her. “why are you such an asshole, williams? seriously. were you dropped on your head as a baby or something? why do you walk through life as if everybody has done something wrong to you? you’re the tragedy of the story? that’s just not the case.”

she grabs the pillow and rushes at you, hitting you over the head. “why don’t you hate me then, huh? if i’m so terrible why don’t you hate my fucking guts?”

an uncomfortable silence falls between you two. you, bewildered at her question, still finding it hard to believe she cares. failing to understand why it’s your opinion she cares so much about. her, anticipating your answer. on edge. wanting things to make sense. both of you staring at each other. breathing heavy. twisted faces.

you see the scared look in her eyes and you almost want to hold her. want to see her for what she truly is: scared. that’s why she’s always angry. because she’s scared. because she’s alone. because she didn’t mean to, but she’s run everyone away.

but her lip curls into an all knowing smirk. the kind that could only come from predicting your thoughts through your eyes. piercing into your soul to ping at the bit of empathy you had left in you. for her. for the girl who’s angry and scared and alone. the girl who called you onstage in front of a crowd of people to humiliate you.

the girl who embarrassed you at karaoke. turned a video of you drunk falling into a meme. pushes you off to the side so she can be in the middle of dina and jesse on the sidewalk. trips you if you aren’t paying attention. lies. fights. and fucks you over.

your face changes completely, and hers falls when she realizes.

“you’re pathetic. you’re sad and you’re sick. i can’t believe i trusted you. i can’t believe i had sex with you. fuck you.” you yell before storming off. leaving her there. all alone.

“so you’re starting a band?” you ask dina. she nods, smiling. “with jesse and a friend of ours. i can’t wait for you to see us perform. maybe you could come to one of our practices this weekend?”

“yeah, i’d love to meet your friend!”

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tkaulitzlvr · 7 months

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Im the type of person that wouldn’t do the silent treatment if Tom got me mad. I would stay out all night and not answer the phone just to make him mad. How would Tom react 👀?

PERSISTENT - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: after a fight with tom, you decide to go out clubbing, much to his annoyance. no matter how many times he calls, you ignore him, bringing him to his own breaking point. and once you come home, he doesn’t plan on going easy on you.

content: angst + mentions of smut, i’ll do a part 2 if u guys want lol

a/n: tom being rough and possessive is so hot like i would purposely piss him off just to see him mad… ANYWAYSS thank u for the req anon!! i’m so sorry if i haven’t done ur request i have like 50 in my inbox so it’s taking me a while but i don’t have an order of how i do them so it’s pretty random what i’ll choose to write but yea pls bare with me!!🙏🙏

“come on, i said i was sorry. you’re being so fucking dramatic.” tom says, standing on the other side of the room as my eyes are fixed on my phone screen, not paying any attention to what he is saying, still liking how the idea of punching his face sounds. he knows that he has fucked up, deciding to forget to show up to my family dinner yesterday, instead rehearsing with the band all day and crashing at bill’s place, not showing up until right now - 8:30pm the next day. and, he had dug himself an even bigger hole, telling me to ‘calm down’ when i expressed my anger towards his incompetence.

“am i?” i mutter sarcastically, refusing to make eye contact. unbeknownst to him, i was texting my friends, making sure that nobody had plans, organising the final details of which bar we would go to, deciding that if tom can stand me up without telling me, then i can go out partying as i please, whether he is aware or not.

he tuts beside me, his slow and tired steps trudging towards me as his figure falls onto the bed, the mattress dipping next to me. he places one hand on my ass, massaging the flesh lightly, his lips meeting my neck as he plants rough, open-mouthed kisses over the skin. i take no notice, continuing to tap the keys of my small smartphone, not at all tempted by his lazy advances.

“please baby…” he mutters against my neck, kissing the skin harshly between his words. “i’m sorry, let me make it up to you, hm? i’ll make you feel so good. just let me touch you princess, you’re so beautiful.”

his shitty attempts to win me over are almost pitiful, my body still as i try to stifle a laugh, a smile spreading across my face as the text that confirms that everyone can make it comes through. i say nothing, detaching tom’s arms from my lower back, getting up from the bed and walking towards the closet, picking out the sluttiest dress that i own, knowing how much tom hates me wearing it.

he watches me from the bed, his eyebrows furrowed, staying silent for a few seconds, yet the second he sees my hands grab hold of that dress, he sits up, his confused voice sounding through the bedroom.

“woah woah woah, what are you doing?” he asks, standing up and moving in front of me, attempting to block my way.

i simply roll my eyes, moving past him and placing the dress on the bed. “going out.” i shrug, my fingers reaching to the hem of my t-shirt, lifting the soft material upwards and over my head, tom watching me do so.

“wearing that? no you’re not.” he scoffs, quickly snatching the dress from the bed and holding it against his chest. i turn around, my upper half now completely bare besides from my bra, tom’s eyes focused on my cleavage, his expression still angry.

“stop playing and give me the fucking dress.” i sigh, holding my hand outwards and trying to snatch it from him.

“you’re not going out. not without me.” he reiterates, his grip on the material staying tight as he looks into my eyes, his tongue poking the inside of his lips.

“yes, i am.” i state, quickly snatching the dress from his hands and running to the bathroom, frantically locking the door before he can get to me, his fists colliding with it as he groans in frustration, a string of curses leaving his lips.

“you’re such a fucking brat, you know that? open the door and quit messing around. this shit isn’t funny.” he yells, repeatedly banging on the door.

however i am too busy slipping the dress onto my figure, adjusting the small straps and brushing my hair into a slick ponytail, applying some extremely rushed makeup, all whilst he continues to shout at me from the other side of the door, pointless apologies and pleads to let him in sounding throughout the bathroom. i hurriedly grab my heels, placing them on my feet and taking one last look at myself in the mirror. i had looked better on nights out, but tonight was about revenge, and whilst i didn’t look my best, i still looked hot. hot enough to drive tom absolutely insane - especially considering that he would have no idea where i was, looking like this all alone his biggest fear, partly out of concern for my safety, but it was mainly because of his jealous tendencies. and whenever i dressed like this, even if he stayed by my side at all times, he became more possessive than ever.

yet right now, i want to make him mad, desperate to get him to the point of utter insanity, seeking some form of payback for what he had done - not caring about the consequences.

i emerge from the bathroom, tom stood inches away from me. he raises his eyebrows, his gaze moving downwards as he studies every inch of my body.

“no fucking way are you leaving looking like this.” he starts, shaking his head as a sarcastic chuckle leaves his lips. “you must be insane if you think i’d let you. do you have any idea of the kind of people out there? fuck that.”

“since when can you tell me what to do?” i laugh, taken aback by his sudden attitude, pissed off at the way he tries to control me, especially after what he has already done.

“since i’m your fucking boyfriend, incase you had forgotten! only i get to see you looking like this, i’m not gonna let you leave the house alone, letting everyone see basically everything. don’t be ridiculous.” he tuts, narrowing his eyes as i can sense the irritation in his tone. “i said i was sorry. if that’s what this is about, then you’ve proven your point, great job. but i’m not letting you leave, not wearing that.”

“you don’t own me, i can do whatever the fuck i want.” i shrug, pulling my dress up a little higher just to frustrate him more, before rushing out of our bedroom and through the house, quickly slipping out of the front door before he can stop me. he frustratedly calls my name from behind, a chorus of curse words and irritated demands all along the lines of telling me to ‘come back’ spilling from his lips until i close the door, running to my friends car and hopping in.

i look at my phone, already seeing five missed calls and a few texts, some apologising again, others telling me to come back inside. i roll my eyes, putting my phone on silent and engaging in conversation until we arrive to the club, spilling out of the car.

the place is completely packed, excitement oozing through my veins as we rush towards the bar, ordering far more shots than necessary, but in the moment i didn’t care - my mind focuses on one thing: pissing tom off. and i know that the more drunk i get, the more angry he will become, the idea satisfying to me as i pick up the small glass. i hold it to my lips, some lipgloss smudging onto it, my head tilting backwards as i allow the liquid to slip downwards, burning the back of my throat. i wince slightly, the taste strong and bitter, yet that doesn’t stop me as i pick up another glass, swallowing the liquid inside of it as fast as i can, eager to feel its effects right now, tired of feeling sober.

my friend takes my hand as i quickly swallow the last of my drink, following her shaky footsteps, all of us beyond tipsy. we find our way to the dance floor, slotting between a couple too focused on swallowing each other’s faces to realise we had pushed them aside. the alcohol finally sinking into my system, bringing along with it a sense of freedom that i had missed so much. i sway my hips to the music, getting lost in the rhythm, a wide grin on my face.

༻❦༺

i have no idea how long i have been dancing for, or how long i have been at the club for. i probably can’t even count the amount of drinks i have had on my fingers, now completely wasted as i sloppily dance to the music, my arms in the air.

“come on, we’ve got more drinks!” i hear my friend call over from the couch area, her words slurred and almost inaudible.

i smile widely, awkwardly shuffling through the crowd and over to the table, my movements all over the place as i stumble towards the couch, flopping onto it. my eyes turn to the large tray of drinks, filled with an array of shots and cocktails, my hands reaching for whatever drink i can touch first - not exactly picky at this point, i’ve probably consumed every cocktail to exist in the past hour. the sweet taste washes over my tastebuds, it’s bitter aftertaste now normal to me as i swallow it with no reaction, drinking the liquid like it is water, feeling happier with each sip. i place the drink down, glancing momentarily to my phone for the first time since i had left, seeing that tom is calling me again, at least twenty unseen messages filling my inbox.

baby i said i was sorry, come on. - 9:52pm

seriously, this isn’t funny anymore. - 9:52pm

come home now, i’m worried about u. - 9:53pm

where the fuck are you?? - 9:54pm

i swear to god if you don’t pick up the fucking phone. - 9:56pm

do u think this is funny? do u know how worried i am?? answer the damn phone. - 9:58pm

answer the fucking phone. i swear to god once i find out where you are. - 10:01pm

i’m coming to find you. - 10:04pm

i roll my eyes, placing my phone back in my purse and picking up my drink, finishing the last of it and putting the empty glass on the table. the place starts to feel increasingly warm as i decide to get some fresh air, standing up slowly from my seat, almost toppling over from the amount of alcohol i had consumed.

“anyone coming for a smoke?” i ask, turning to my friends.

they all decline apart from one, resuming their conversation over the loud music as the two of us head outside, pushing the doors open, the cold air hitting my face and cooling me down immediately. i open my purse, taking a cig out and lighting it, bringing it to my lips as i inhale, closing my eyes. the smoke fills my lungs, bringing a small moment of calm despite the low buzz still in my body. i exhale slowly, watching the smoke pour from my lips, disappearing into the night as i lean backwards against the cold wall, it’s harshness causing me to shiver a little.

i take a few more drags, holding the cig in between my fingers, enjoying the small moment of peace. the streets are practically empty, apart from the large queue of people waiting to be let into the club beside me, the diluted thumping of music drowned out slightly. the roar of a car engine, one that sounds strangely familiar, pulls me out of my hazy moment, my eyes turning to the source of the sound. i can recognise that car from anywhere - it’s headlights getting closer and closer as i roll my eyes, turning around and attempting to blend in with the small crowd of people outside.

i sigh in relief as my plan is successful - or so i thought. the car drives past me for a few seconds, it’s tyres screeching to a stop as the door opens, tom stepping out of it. his eyes frantically scan the crowd, his entire expression disjointed, chest heaving up and down as he tries to spot me. apparently my attempt at cover doesn’t suffice as his eyes lock with mine, his face softening as he lets out a sigh of relief, rushing towards me.

i groan, knowing that there is no point in running - he will always catch me, wasting my energy trying to escape would be useless. he comes closer, pushing the drunken bodies aside until he is standing in front of me, his face angry.

“jesus fucking christ do you know how scared i was?” he shouts, roughly grabbing me by my waist and smashing his lips to mine. though i can tell that this isn’t to show his affection, rather it is a way for him to release a small amount of his frustration, this not even the beginning of it.

“no way, really?” i question sarcastically, gasping as i pretend to be shocked, still furious for the shit he pulled lastnight, not interested in his feeling right now.

“lose the fucking attitude. don’t think that you’re gonna get away with this. we’re leaving, get in the fucking car.” he says, clenching his jaw and grabbing my hand. though he is clearly furious, he takes it gently, maintaining a steady grip, still careful not to hurt me.

“what if i don’t want to leave?” i challenge, a satisfied smile on my face as i know exactly how to further his anger.

“you don’t have a choice.” he states, rolling his eyes as he begins to pull me towards his car, his breathing heavy, face stern. i know that i have pissed him off, and perhaps gone too far.

he opens the passenger door, and i step in sulkily, knowing that i have pushed my boundaries. i fold my arms, rolling my eyes as he slams the door shut, quickly walking around to the driver’s side, angrily getting in.

“never fucking good enough for you is it?” he mutters, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip as he sighs, roughly clicking his seatbelt on. “i told you i was sorry, but you had to be a brat about it.”

i stay silent, sinking further into my seat as he places his hand firmly on the gearstick, beginning to drive away.

“where’s your fucking attitude now, hm? pathetic.” he scoffs, turning to face me for a second as i refuse to make eye contact, embarrassed at my change in persona, slightly scared by his tone, knowing that i have fucked up.

his foot presses harshly against the accelerator, speeding up, letting out his anger as his hand clenches the gearstick, tugging it roughly, his veins flexing with each motion.

“just wait until we get home. i’m gonna fuck that attitude out of you, maybe it’ll teach you to stop being so stubborn all the damn time.”

i sense the sincerity in his tone, recognising that he is completely serious, deciding to stay quiet to avoid pissing him off further. yet i cannot ignore the aching between my thighs, slightly excited at his threat, secretly desperate to get home so that he can execute his promise.

time seems to work against me, each second feeling like hours as the silence between us only fuels the tension. i have never been so relieved to see our house come into view, waiting patiently as tom pulls in, turning the engine off and staying in his seat. he takes a deep breath, his tongue messing with the metal of his lip piercing before he opens his mouth to speak, refusing to make eye contact.

“upstairs. and do as i say this time, if you want to be walking tomorrow.”

requests are open! as i said veryyy full atm but if i like ur req i’ll do it straight away so keep sending them in!!

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hoshifighting · 5 months

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Have you ever made love?

Synopsis: Jeonghan is your sex partner for months, but then, you discover he never made love with someone before, and you are ready to fulfill this pending.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Situatioship, smut, oral (m. receiving), penetrative sex, alcohol, eye contact, quality time, Jeonghan making (real) love from the first time, reader is kinda rational at first, unprotected sex (wrap it up), mentions of blood pressure, a sneaky link that is not sneaky. [my first time writing in english, sorry about some grammatical errors]

You and Jeonghan had began this thing in the beggining of the year, at first you started as friends, since both of you had friends in common. So you basically lived hanging out with the group, and you got along so well, and faster then the others. Parties, minibars, soccer on Wednesdays, movie sessions in Joshua´s house… A lot of places that everyone wanted to tell how you looked like a couple, or how you had a sexual tension, topics that at first you denied. But after thinking a lot about that subject, he decided to take action, asking you on a date - finally alone with you -, resulting in kissing you right before you arrive at the fancy restaurant he was going to take you to.

And these types of meetings have become frequent. Messy lipstick, crumpled sheets on a Friday night, after a few glasses of wine and some eye contact. It was too simple to have a time with Jeonghan during your nights, you just needed to call him, and tell how stressful and tense you are from work, he would understand the hint! And he also knows he can count on you on certain occasions. But always making sure that you don’t need to leave your cozy house on a cold Sunday just to see him, he would drive to your place and bring you some of your favorite chocolate.

Everything was too comfortable like this, no feelings involved, just partnership linked to attraction. None of you have to be trapped in a relationship, or even hide what you have, it’s just a casual thing. That's the first impression though. Everyone tell you, that you need to take it forward, but when you met for the first time, both of you had just broke up from tiring relationships, and that why you had to take a time before you have intimacy with someone again, and you didn’t want to affect your relationship with the group if something goes wrong - even when you discussed about this before, in case something happen, it wouldn’t destroy the vibe of the group -, anyways, it was too much for your mind right now, you just prefer to sleep under your duvet knowing that you had the best sex of your life on a random cold day, and you wouldn’t need to give some explanation in the morning after.

Today was one of the nights where you decided to spend the night in Jeonghan’s place. You are cooking, while he puts some covers and pillows for you on the couch, choosing a movie to finish the week in the best way possible, making sure that he will wash the dishes later.

“I really want to make love with you tonight Jake…” the protagonist said, when they fucked almost the whole movie, Jeonghan couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “Whats the difference between fucking and making love? It’s the same thing!”

“Oh my god what? Of course it’s not!” You looked at him unbelieving.

“There is?”

“Yes! There is!” You turned your attention to the TV again. Thinking how he couldn’t see the difference, you two fucked rough, including slaps, hair pulling, chocking and even more, how can he think this is love making? He must be kidding!

[…]

After cleaning the dishes, he was holding you in his arms while you watched the stars and the light of the moon breaking into his apartment window. You turn to look at Jeonghan's face since he was very silent, and you find him staring at a random spot, thoughtful. “I can almost see smoke going out of your head… Why are you so contemplative?” You asked, sliding your nails on his forearm.

“How would you define making love?”

You stopped for seconds, to give him the right answer, when is a topic really very relative “I don’t really know how to explain, it just… it just happens, but the difference is very clear” you look at him, and he twist his eyes to the ceiling “Jeonghan”

“Hm?”

“Have you ever made love?”

He looks at you confused, then looks back at the ceiling in complete silence. Suddenly he feels like he can’t speak, or remember when he did love. “No… I never made love”

You get up fast and look at him with wide eyes “Oh my god! How? But you had girlfriends before, I know that, how have you never made love?”

“Y/N, have you ever made love?” Jeonghan stares at you anxious for an answer, still shocked about the information processing it. You nod positive, knowing the awkward atmosphere created in the room. After a minute of silence, you get up searching for your backpack “It’s already late, I think I should go Jeonghan” he runs to you, holding your hand, centimeters separating your faces. “No! Please, stay…” you drop your backpack on the floor again “I mean, Y/N, show me what making love is… Please” you stare at him internally surprised by how he’s asking so gently, almost begging on his knees, no sarcasm, so submissive, that was not common coming from Jeonghan. You touch his cheek and he lays his face on your palm, eyes sparkling with lust. Your lips meet gently, a kiss almost innocent, you never did this with him before, and honestly, you just decided to leave this fear behind. He hugs your waist, gluing your bodies together, walking disastrously to his bedroom, until you lay him on the bed.

Both of you removing your clothes in a blink of eyes, you tongue kiss him, sliding your hand on his warm skin, you can feel the arousal dripping from Jeonghan’s cock on your thigh, your mouth starts to kiss him on the neck, on his chest, on his abdomen, until you reach his pelvis. At this point, he was squirming in your kisses, whimpering when your nails slid on his waist. He looks at you, and starts to blush, and you slime “It’s okay Hannie, I will make you feel good”.

There’s no need for him to be shy, you had sex a lot of times, your naked bodies were nothing new to the two of you, but it was his first time feeling someone taking time with him, bathing his body with kisses, and he didn’t even start to do anything yet. You kiss the tip of his cock, and his belly shakes a little with the sensitivity, then you slide his whole length inside your warm mouth, making Jeonghan hiss at the feeling. You bob your head on his cock, while he holds a ponytail of your hair, you can feel the veins of his cock getting thick and the precum mixing with your saliva, stopping abruptly from sucking him, making him moan with the loss of contact.

You rise until you are at the level of his face again, humping your wet pussy on his cock, making cries leave from his mouth while he squint his eyes “Oh my god, you are so w-wet baby”

“Am I?” You smile, slamming your ass on him, his whole length inside of you right now, a weak moan leaves your mouth with your grip tight on the sheets, while Jeonghan arches his back calling your name like a mantra. Your wetness is already dripping on his balls, hips starting to move in a slow pace, while you moan in his ear. “How does it feel, baby? You are so deep inside of me, I won’t last long…” Jeonghan moans at your aroused voice. “Feels so good, so good baby, please don’t stop, please don’t stop!” He closes his eyes tightly, groans coming from the back of his throat.

“Open your eyes” you order, and he looks at you with hooded eyes “I want you to look at me, don’t close your eyes” he nods aggressively.

Jeonghan offer his hands as a support for you continue riding him, your eyes fixed on his, the room fulfilled with your moans and your thighs start to tighten around his hips, your orgasms approaching every second, the way that his tip was hitting your g spot made you clench so hard around him, that he swears he’s seeing stars right now “Ah Hannie! I’m cumming!” You groan loud, rolling your hips against him until you cum harshly on his dick, and he furrowed his eyebrows, mouth open like an “O” while you ride your orgasm. Your body collapses on him, and he holds you tightly while you don’t stop the rhythm from your hips. Your cries from the oversensitivity is making him feel so close, and the eye contact was still intact, one of your hands gripping his hair, and another holding his face. He brush your noses together, feeling your breath on his face, feeling devoted from the intensity of the feelings at the moment.

Suddenly he flips you over, still inside of you, doing circles on your clit with his thumb, while he pounds inside of you deep, looking another harshly orgasm to you “Hannie, H-Hanie!” You scream his name, crying while you dig your nails on his back. His hair glue on the skin of his forehead, and his mouth on yours right now, kissing you sloppy, since the both of you can’t stop moaning, the fast pace of his hips makes the headboard hit the wall, but you couldn’t care less, you just wanted to feel him cumming inside of you right now.

“Cum for me, show me how much you love being with me” you speak on his ear, and like a switch, his orgasm washes him “Y/NNN” he moans filling you with his cum, and finally closing his eyes dealing with his pressure gradually falling from the orgasm.

He lays on the bed, by your side, hugging you with his face on the crock of your neck, until his vision comes back.

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moonit3 · 6 months

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A NEW HIM

➥ warnings/notices: yandere, nsfw, dubcon, exophilia, obsession, isolation, somnophilia (non consensual) so noncon, tentacles, fingering, reader is too naive for their own good.

➥ yandere! parasite x gn! reader

➥ synopsis: after moving to the countryside, your husband’s personality completely changed.

➥a/n: as a anon had to request me to write my original draft that was meant to be the alien, here is the parasite yandere! i enjoy writing this one as it’s my first time writing tentacles….never i thought to write it, but like they always said ‘you always have to try something new!’

➥ something is off about your boyfriend. from waking up before the sun rising, going hours without eating and wearing long sleeves shirts despite both of you living in a hot climate on the countryside. not to mention that he got more and more touchy in bed, he already was someone who couldn’t keep his hand away from you, but now it seems that he needs to have his hand over your body at anytime.

➥ and since he convinced to move to the countryside last year, there is none around to see his hand holding your thighs and waist, meaning that there is no around to interrupt when he feels like to touch you in the middle of kitchen, after all, none is there to witness it. most of times is just his hand going underneath your underwear, teasing you when you less expected and not stopping until you dirty his fingers.

➥ he used to be so timid when touching you, barely speaking during the act, but now, he looks someone entire different. from what you remember, his entire personality took a flip when the two of moved to the countryside, could it be that? since no one is around, your beloved husband began to show his true colors? probably so.

➥ working from home let him be always close to you, so close that makes he forget about personal space. he makes you sit on his lap if you aren’t busy and one of hands are always on your hips, caressing your skin and holding you back if you dare to move away from his bulge. it’s a little uncomfortable, you admit to him, but he pretends not to hear it.

➥ he makes you stay still right above his crotch, forcing you to feel how hardened he got just be having you on his lap. you are my everything, [name]. let me show how important you are to me. that what he always says when pulling your underwear by side, making you taking one, then two and finally three fingers inside to make you come to his touch. but he doesn’t stop there, not until you hit your limit, until you beg him to stop and sometimes even passing out. but it’s okay, he always take care of you afterwards, like a good husband!

➥ does it get a little tired with him touching all over your body almost daily? yes, it does. but it’s feels so nice to finally have him become so sweet and kind, he was so distant and cold towards you prior the moving. it’s almost like he is someone else! like an alien has taken over your husband’s spot, isn’t that a silly idea, right?

➥ everyday was a blessing until you got bed sick (oh no!) and husband began to take care of you. making delicious, forehead kisses and sleeping medicines to assure that you will get better soon. he knows how to take care of you, even though you began having this weird dreams recently.

➥ hands retrained by warmth things, tentacles, that holding your body against the wall and not daring to let you move away from it touch. while a male figure makes you cum over and over all night. it’s feel so real, so good and mostly, it’s feel so familiar when their hand hold your waist to accommodate something that isn’t a cock. something that make its way inside you and its way longer than a toy.

➥ it’s hit your sensitive spots and goes deeper, resulting in moans escaping your lips til you can’t talk to the figure to stop, that is too much to handle it, but they don’t care. in fact, it’s get harder when their tongue enters your lips, kissing you with lust til you are breathless.

➥ this dream or nightmare always end with your orgasm and the figure looking at you with a creepy smile on their face. saying they will meet you again soon next time soon, their hands on your face to give one last kiss before waking up back to bed.

➥ it is really a dream? it’s feel so real and the way those things hold your body back then made your skin chill…but like some people say some people imagination are more powerful than others, maybe that is the case with you. not to mention, your beloved husband would make fun of you if he heard that.

➥ he finds your naivety interesting. always with a sweet smile on the lips whatever he calls you to be more touchy, to feel pleasure and of course, to make you happy. the idea that your husband suddenly change his entire personality after moving to the countryside because he prefer to be alone with you is a silly one, don’t you know that man never loved you? that he only married you for the money, not for love? you don’t need to know when he is here. a better version of that stupid man.

➥ his love for you only grown by every second he spend by your side, holding your hand during walks or just cooking together. will you love him when he reveal his true form? the one where his body is nothing but a black liquid that barely manages to hold a physical form, he knows you will love him either way. that’s why he has taking small steps to accommodate your body to accommodate to his true form.

➥ sleepless night where he is making your body getting used to his real size, using his tentacle to put your body in the most comfortable positions and sometimes seeing how much can you hold it one of it inside your hole. the human body can hold so many things! maybe you will be able to hold many of his tentacles one day, but for now, he is just doing small experiments after putting his pheromones on your drinks to make sure you are sleeping.

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longing-for-the-past-times · 7 months

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wisdom teeth

simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

word count: 1,472

synopsis: Simon comes home from a mission only to find you in bed, sick and in pain. Your wisdom teeth are coming out and he does his best to care for you

notes: as always, i suck at writing a good synopsis; inspired by this request- not proofread, hope you enjoy :) ; and yes, when two of my wisdom teeth decided to come out in the world last spring I could barely open my mouth without being in pain- I hope no one else has to go through what I did

warnings: a little too self-indulgent? fluff

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Simon knew something was wrong when he spent nearly an hour nursing his cup of Earl Grey, and you hadn't joined him yet. While it wasn't unusual for you to sleep in sometimes, it was still the morning after he'd returned from a mission and you would usually be fussing all over him. Ghost knew he was being irrational, but with each passing second his mind couldn't help but spiral into darker and darker thoughts. What if he had done something to upset you? You didn't greet him last night either - merely cuddled against his chest when he joined you in bed - was it something he said on the phone? Or rather didn't say? Didn't he call you too often? Or perhaps you might have met someone else..?

"'m sorry, S'mon. I might spend'he day'n…"

A small curse left his lips as he shook himself out of his thoughts. The tea had long gone cold by the time he eventually got up from the table and threw the remnants down the kitchen sink. His stomach was basically growling, protesting at the prolonged hunger it had been objected to, yet Ghost did not head for the fridge or the cupboards: he may have drunk his tea by himself, but, when he was home, he would never have breakfast without you by his side.

So instead, he headed for the bedroom, quietly opening the door and half-entering the room. He had to squint as the blackout curtains were still obstructing any ray of sunlight that might have entered inside otherwise, his expression morphing into a frown upon hearing the faintest of groans coming from the bed.

Traversing the room in two steps, he laid on the carpet, by your side of the bed, gently placing a hand on your forehead. His heart dropped at the foreboding feeling of you having a fever, too focused on the situation at hand to notice the soft way you began to rub your head against the cold skin of his hand.

Ghost, on the other hand, did not realise the cause of your distress. Seeing you in pain was causing him pain too and his tired mind, still set on the military mindset he had instilled during the last mission, was looking for a culprit.

"feels so good, love", you mumbled with your cheek still squished against the pillow, your eyes involuntarily making contact with his.

You've been together with Simon for more than two years and sharing an apartment for a year now, but the sight of his handsome face, unconcealed by any mask or balaclava, still left you out of breath and at a loss for words. That morning was no different, his worried expression filling your heart with even more love and joy towards him, so much that you swore you could feel it burst at the seams. You relished in the soothing sensation of his palm being pressed against your flushed skin, but at the same time, you couldn't help but smile at him in an attempt to reassure him you were fine.

In fact, you weren't. And you forgot that, at least for the last few days, any movements that involved opening your mouth, no matter how minor, were instantly accompanied by sharp waves of pain, coursing through your entire being. So, for the hundredth time that week, your smile was quickly replaced by a pathetic whimper and a hand helplessly pressed against your cheek, as if it would make the pain go away.

"Who did this to you? Just say the word and I-"

His concern was so raw and real that it made your heart melt like it was a chocolate bar left in the sun. You had missed his overprotective attitude and the scary dog privileges it brought with it and in that moment, the realisation that all of it was back hit you hard. So hard that in fact, you started laughing- your loud chuckles quickly turning into sobs of pain as your jaw was protesting against the sudden movements.

Your eyes were closed in an attempt to dull the pain that engulfed your entire face, but you could feel Simon's distress rolling off him in waves. So you blindly reached for the phone and opened the notepad application, typing in what you were unable to say out loud at once:

"Wisdom teeth are coming out."

Stopping dead in his tracks, Simon took a moment to assess the situation. A rush of relief surged through his veins as it was all clear then- the prolonged sleeping periods, the fever, why you couldn't open your mouth without being forced to close it immediately after. A selfish part of him was relieved that it was something he could physically deal with, and his protective instincts really started to kick in.

Pulling the curtains was not a solution as the brightness of the daylight would only make you feel more overwhelmed, but the room still needed some light- and the bedside lamp was not a solution as the bulb would have also been too bright. You would also need something to calm you, but not pills because they would interfere with the painkillers he also made a mental note to get and-

"I can practically hear the wheels turning in your head, love! :)"

He had to squint to process the text when you shoved the phone into his face, his lips curling up at the sight of the smiley face you typed at the end. Urging your face to morph into something that remotely resembled a smile, you extended a hand towards his face and caressed his cheek with your thumb, in what was meant to be a silent confirmation that he was on the right track and nothing that he would or wouldn't do would upset you in any way.

"I'll be back in 30 minutes at most!", he solemnly declared as he pressed his lips against your forehead, a small tendril of hope bubbling in his chest upon the feeling of the fever starting to fade away. "Why don't you try to get some rest until I come back and then we'll see what we can do!"

You could only nod in confirmation as he pulled another blanket from a drawer and draped it over the one you already used, making a show out of tugging you in.

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When you woke up again, the pain wasn't entirely gone, but the air in the room had somehow shifted. It took you a moment to bounce back into reality, your eyes slightly widening at the faint light that illuminated the previously dark room.

Fairy lights were hanging over your head.

And the soft notes of a piano song could be heard from outside the room.

"How are you feeling, love?", Simon's deep Manchester accent resounded somewhere in your proximity, and you almost jumped out of bed when you realised he was once again sitting on the floor, half leaning against the bed. His mask was, once again, out of sight, and his blonde strands of hair were tousled, likely from the many times he kept running his hands through his hair. Your eyes involuntarily stopped on the faint scar that split the left corner of his lip in half and, for a brief moment, all the pain and distress you found yourself in were gone, your heart filling with an overwhelming amount of love and adoration towards the man standing in front of you.

"So I brought you some painkillers, but before we try them I suggest a cup of this calming tea mix I found at the store-"

The sentence was left hanging in the air as you shook your head in disbelief and cupped his face in your hands, planting a soft kiss on his lips. If Ghost was caught unawares by your sudden display of affection, he did not let it show, but instead, he laced his hands against your neck and deepened the kiss, closing his eyes at the close contact you found yourselves in. Loudly expressing his feelings was not one of his strengths, and deep down he could not believe he had managed to find someone like you, who could understand him so well.

"Welcome home, Simon!"

"I think I'm feeling better already…", you quietly mumbled once you broke the kiss, your lips gently brushing against his cheek. Closing your eyes as well, you grazed your nose against his face, finding comfort in his scent. He may have been home for a day, perhaps he took a shower too, but the distinctive smell of gunpowder, mixed with sweat and cologne, was still there. And you did not mind it at all.

That time your jaw did not hurt as bad as your mouth curved into a smile.

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heeverseblog · 1 year

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this time

synopsis: you confessed to jake sim in your senior year of high school but got rejected. now you’re a single mom in need of a math tutor to help your daughter pass math class. you happen to stumble upon jake’s profile and end up hiring him.

pairing: math tutor!jake x single mom!reader

genre: childhood acquaintances to lovers, single parent au, fluff, little bit of angst but happy ending

warnings: unrequited love (only at the beginning), mentions of early pregnancy, abandonment, fear of being in a relationship, one suggestive scene, short argument about career

word count: 11,359 words

note: THIS WHOLE STORY IS RUSHED AND NOT HEAVILY PROOFREAD, SORRY :((((

the first day you saw jake sim was at your school’s library. you were reading “anne of green gables” while he was reading a physics textbook. a freakin’ physics textbook. who reads a physics textbook at eight years old? apparently, jake sim does.

he looked so invested in reading formulas and his glasses were thick black-framed ones. you thought it was cute when he was sticking his tongue out as he was reading probably some formulas and terms. you forgot about gilbert blythe because that day, jake sim became number one in your “the cutest boys i’ve ever seen” list.

word was sent out that you had a huge, massive crush on jake sim. who wouldn’t know when you shout his name every time he passes by your way? you’d give him love notes saying how cute he looked with his glasses and how he has the cutest smile. every cringey, embarrassing thing a girl can do and call her crush just for him to notice her. yes, you’ve done it all.

when you became a teenager, you think that what you feel towards jake is more than just a crush. the longer you got to know him, the more you got to see how kind he was. when everyone was having a hard time understanding math, he’d write on the blackboard formulas and explaining when and where to use them. when a kid fell on his bike, he cleaned the wound and carried him to the school clinic, even when he was tired and sweaty from soccer practice.

one time, you were bored at math class. so you doodled the soccer field from your window. then your math teacher slams his hands on your table and proceeds to humiliate you on your artistic dreams. your colored pencils were confiscated and as shallow as it may be, you felt like a part of you was taken away after being humiliated.

while it was lunch time, jake came out of your classroom going with his friends, sunghoon and jay. you were still sad about what happened a while ago. when you sat down, you were surprised when you colored pencils were placed under your desk. you remember jake coming out of the classroom. you smile, realizing that you liked jake sim.

every girl fell on line in talking to jake sim. but you always made sure you were first. rumors spread that jake had a crush on the transfer student, kazuha. the rumors were confirmed when he asked her to the school dance. they danced that night but nothing bloomed. you noticed jake looked a little sulky the following week. and you thought that simply making him laugh like making funny faces or giving him cookies will make him feel better. and he did. jake was never mean to you. he still treats you kindly like everyone else. and you were fine with that. but you wanted to step your game.

a few weeks left and you will be graduating high school. so you wanted to confess to jake properly. you drew a banner with your confession, “jake sim, will you accept me?” you remember setting up the art room with lights. your art teacher was kind enough to allow you, knowing that you were her favorite student.

“jake sim, i’ve liked you since the day you were reading that textbook in the library. i’ve always liked you and it took me years to properly confess how I truly feel . so… you held out the flowers to him, “will you accept me?”

you felt like crying saying your confession. but you didn’t care. you gave him the peonies from your mother’s flower shop. when you thought will reach for the flowers, he held hands and slowly pulled them down. your face went down along with your hands.

“y/n, i appreciate what you have done…but,” jake looked down at the floor, “i don’t like you like that.”

you’d be lying to yourself when you say you’re not hurt. you tried your best not to blink or else the tears will come out of your eyes.

“oh. um…thank you for being honest.” you gave him a forced smile, feeling your eyes well up. on cue, the school bell rings, signaling it’s time for all students to get out of the building.

“i’ll see you tomorrow?”

jake nods, “see you tomorrow.”

you gave him a pat in the back before turning of the lights then ran out of the art room. you let the tears run down your face as the petals from the peonies fell, leaving a trail on the floor.

after a week, you received your high school diploma and off you to college you go. you and your friends took pictures together and you thought that it would be nice to walk around your school for one last time. from the classrooms, to the playgrounds, to the soccer fields. then you took one last glance at the art room, recalling the day you experienced your first heartbreak.

when you went back to your parents, they gave you a tight hug before giving you a bouquet. then you catch a glimpse of jake with his family. like yours, his parents were proud of him for finishing top of his class. your heart might have swelled a little but before you could feel it more, your dad said he’d take you and your mom out to dinner.

jake sim might not like you back but you were sure that he will be a good memory you can look back to.

“i’m sorry, mom.” your seven-year-old daughter tells you as both of you walked out of her classroom. apparently, she wasn’t the best at math class and her homeroom teacher was beginning to worry. but who were you to be disappointed when you were never the best at math either.

you kneel down, holding your daughter’s shoulders, “aera, we’re going to hire someone to help you, alright?”

aera pouts while nodding her head. you held her cheek, “sweetie, it’ll be alright. hm?” your daughter slowly nods her head then both of you went home.

you’re in an app searching for math tutors that look friendly but will help your daughter excel in class. it’s been an hour and you still haven’t found the right one.

“mommy, what’s for dinner?” aera says as she colors in her coloring book.

“we’re having spaghetti tonight, sweetie.” aera just nods her head and goes back to coloring. when you returned your attention to your phone, a familiar name popped up.

sim jaeyun: part-time physics teacher, part-time math tutor

sim jaeyun or known as jake sim when you were just a girl living in a small town. he was the boy you’ve had a huge crush on ever since you were eight years old. because of your silly crush on him, you confessed to him a week before your high school graduation. but he didn’t like you that way.

admit it or not, jake is a strong candidate. aside from attending the same school as kids, jake was best in math and physics and had a good reputation for being a math wizard.

unconsciously, you tapped the hello! are you available for a meet-up? option.

“shit!” you stand up from the couch.

“mom, that’s a bad word,” aera says while coloring her coloring book at the dinning table.

“you’re right, sweetie. mommy is sorry.” you say and kneeled to reach your daughter’s height. you smile, thinking that your daughter takes after you in her interest in drawing and coloring. she’d always ask you for coloring books, sometimes crayons if her old ones kept breaking. then one time you gave her the 64 crayons that you’ve always wanted as a kid.

“mommy, look!” aera colored the tiger pink.

“that’s wonderful, baby!” aera goes back into coloring while you prepare your dinner.

while you were cooking your spaghetti, your phone beeps and you received a message.

hello there! may i know who i’ll be tutoring?

you reply, it’s my seven-year-old daughter. she needs help in math.

jake: oh i see. may i know who i am speaking with?

you take a deep breath and typed your full name.

jake: y/n? did we go to the same school together?

y/n: yup! same school since 2nd grade to high school.

jake: oh wow! how are you doing?

y/n: i’m doing well right now.

jake: that’s good to hear!

jake: about your daughter, where exactly does she need help in math?

y/n: if it’s not too much to ask, she needs help in everything.

jake: oh no problem! are you available to meet-up?

y/n: sure! will send you the details soon.

jake: great! looking forward to meeting you.

y/n: looking forward to meeting you too.

“oh no!”

you immediately put your phone down and got the pot away from the stove with smoke coming out of it.

you told jake to meet you at this café that is somewhat near where you lived and where jake is residing. it’s been long since you last saw jake and your last encounter with him was at the art room with a banner and lights where you confessed. then he rejected you.

you were holding tight on your cup of coffee. after you told jake where you were seated, you were expecting to meet him anytime soon. and that thought made you more nervous.

“y/n?”

your organs did somersaults when you hear his familiar voice. and when you turn around, you were also greeted with a familiar face.

“j-jake. hi.”

jake still wore glasses. difference is that they were no longer thick black-framed ones but specs. aside from that, he did not change much. he still looked as gentle like before.

“sorry to keep you waiting. one of my students needed help.”

“no worries. please, take a seat.”

jake sits at the seat across you. he places his bag on the floor then he returns his gaze at you.

“sorry i didn’t order anything for you yet. i didn’t know what you liked.”

“it’s okay. so, your daughter needs help?”

“yeah, aera, she…she has trouble understanding problem-solving equations. has a hard time memorizing the multiplication table too, apparently.”

some part of you felt awkward that your daughter got her weakness in math from you. and jake knew that.

“do you have any worksheets from her class?”

“oh, yes,” you bring out the sheets if paper from your bag and gave it to jake. he reviews the papers and you felt déjà vu, remembering the day you first saw him in the library while reading a physics textbook.

“i see the problem here. she mixes the formulas and interchanges them.”

“is she…does she need extreme hands on help?”

“i can’t say yet but if i tutor her soon, i'll let you know the progress.”

“thank you…” you pause, not knowing to call him mr. sim, teacher sim, or just by his name.

“sorry,” you let out an awkward laugh, “i just don’t know how to address you?”

“jake is fine. i mean we went to the same school.”

“okay. thank you, jake.”

“thank you, too. y/n.” then jake gets his bag.

“you’re leaving?”

“yeah, i have to do some tasks first. but let me know when i can tutor her.”

“sure thing. see you soon?”

jake nods, “see you soon.” then he leaves the café.

you and jake agreed that he will tutor aera from 2 pm to 5 pm every thursday and friday. at first, aera is shy to meet a new person but you assured her that her new tutor is a friend of yours. and she promised that she will behave.

the doorbell rang and as you expected, jake was outside.

“hi.”

“hi. i hope i’m not too early.”

“oh, no. you came just in time. come on in.”

when you let jake in your unit, you told him to wait by the living room while you call aera by her bedroom.

“sweetie, your tutor is here. come and say hi.”

when aera came out of her room, her shyness aent away.

“aera, this is jake. he’s going to tutor you at math. say hi, sweetie.”

“hello!” aera waves to jake to which he found adorable and softly giggles.

“it’s nice to meet you, aera.”

“mommy says you’re her friend. i call aunt yujin and aunt gaeul aunties because they’re mommy’s friends. can i call you uncle jake?”

“aera…”

“uncle jake sounds nice.” jake said with a smile on his face.

“do you want us to start, aera?” jake asks and aera nods before pulling jake to the dining table.

before jake and aera started their tutor session, you asked permission from jake if you can stay by your room with the door open. and he was kind enough to understand that you were careful with aera.

surprisingly, jake and aera got along well. aera had a hard time understanding the formulas and comprehending problems but jake was very patient with her. you always knew that jake would be a great teacher but you never knew that day will actually come true.

“okay, so when you add 4 and 7, you’ll be transferring the other one here, to 6. so it becomes 7. then you add 7 and 2. and what’s the answer?”

“91?”

“good job, aera!” then jake did a high five to aera before circling the worksheet with his red pen.

“uncle jake, can you be my math teacher instead? you’re nicer than mrs. im.”

“did you know that mrs. im was also my math teacher. your mom and i were her students.”

“it means that she’s old! no wonder why she’s so grumpy.”

“aera, what did we say about bad mouthing people?” you say from the kitchen as you start preparing your dinner.

“it’s not going to make us different from them.”

“that’s right.”

jake softly laughed at your statement, “okay, aera. that’s all for today. if you still need help next time, we can always go back. but try studying on your own too, okay?”

“okay, uncle jake!”

jake starts packing his things then you and aera see him out.

“uncle jake, thank you for teaching me today. you’re so nice and i had fun.”

“you’re welcome, aera.”

aera looks up at you, “mommy, say thank you, too.”

you rub aera’s shoulders, “yes, ma’am,” then faced jake, “thank you for helping aera today. really.”

“you’re welcome,” jake looks down at aera, “i’ll see you tomorrow, okay kiddo?”

“see you tomorrow, uncle jake!” aera waves and jake gives her a smile before he leaves.

months have passed since jake tutored aera. the process wasn’t easy at first since aera is really having a hard time understanding math. but as jake promised, he updated you that aera is still in need of help to improve. and you were grateful that he was patient with her, despite being exhausted from being a teacher at school.

most days, aera was excited for her tutoring sessions. she even boasts how she has a good tutor and jake’s her favorite teacher slash uncle. and you have to admit, it was cute.

today, you were busy finishing an illustration for a children’s book. most of the time, you sell your works online or have clients contact you for commissions. it wasn’t a stable job but you had to earn for you and your daughter. and thank god, your clients paid you well.

in the middle of working, you received a message from yujin, saying that there will be a class reunion at the town hall two months from now. you didn’t know if you’ll be able to go but you might if your friends are going.

yujin: so how’s the tutoring going on?

y/n: it’s going pretty well, actually. jake is really patient with aera and he always make sure that she understands what he’s teaching her

gaeul: you know…it’s not too late to re-live high schaer

y/n: eh???

yujin: she means to shoot your shot

y/n: very funny guys -_-

y/n: jake is just tutoring aera and he’s just doing his job

gaeul: 👀

yujin: if you say so 🤪

y/n: gotta get ready. i’ll be picking up aera in a bit and jake will be arriving after.

yujin: ooooh y/n is getting ready for her date.

y/n: OH PLEASE 😡

you roll your eyes before locking your phone and turning off your tablet.

when you were done getting dressed, the doorbell rang and when you opened it, you were surprised to see jake.

“hi, jake. i was just about to pick-up aera from school.”

jake scrunches his forehead then looks at his watch, “oh,” he lets out a laugh, “my class ended early and i might have thought i was late. i can come back later.”

“oh no, please. do you want to come with me and pick-up aera? she’ll be glad to see you.”

“sure.”

“great. let’s go.”

during the car ride, you and jake didn’t say a word. it was either you were busy watching the road or avoiding talking to him.

“so how have you been?”

“hm?”

“i mostly see you during tutoring sessions but we never really…'talked.’”

“oh, uh…well today was fine. i’m currently doing an illustration for a children’s book. not halfway done but I’m making progress. you?” you liked to jake before immediately returning your attention to the road.

“one of my students said that physics was useless and why do we need to study how fast a frisbee can travel.”

you try holding your laugh but jake caught you so you retort, “sorry it’s just that a kinda remember myself. and well, i couldn’t help my daughter in her math homework.”

it was silent again and all you could hear was the tires and the car engine.

“for what’s worth, aera is a good kid.”

you smile at jake’s comment and looked at him for a while, “thanks.”

“we’re here.”

“it’s been a while since i saw this place.”

you spot aera waiting at the waiting area and when she sees your car, she stands up and waits for you. and when you and jake got out of the car, she immediately runs to jake, hugging his leg.

“uncle jake, you’re here!”

jake giggles, “it’s good to see you too, kiddo.” then he rubs aera’s head like usual.

“don’t i get a hug?”

“mommy!” aera opens her arms and then you carry her. she gives you a kiss.

“let’s go home?” you asks and aera nods.

the three of you went to the car. aera was still happy that jake was with you to pick her up.

“uncle jake, can you come and pick me up next time?”

“aera, uncle jake has classes to teach. you can still see each other during tutoring sessions.”

aera pouts at what you said. jake looks back, “how about i bring you ice cream next week?”

aera smiles, “yes, please!”

“you might spoil her with too much sweets.” you nag.

“can it be mint chocolate, please?”

jake’s eyes grew wide then he looks at you and back at aera, “you really are your mother’s daughter.”

“hey mint chocolate deserves to be respected,” you defend.

“not when it tastes like toothbrush.”

“that’s mean!” you and aera say in unison.

throughout the whole ride, three of you were still bickering about mint chocolate being the superior ice cream flavor. you never thought that someone could actually get along with you and your daughter’s antics. and you liked it.

“i’m sorry for the overtime, jake. but don’t worry, i’ll increase today’s payment session.”

exams were coming and aera needed help in studying. you felt bad that you had to ask jake to stay for a while but you promised him that he’ll be compensated more than his usual pay.

“it’s alright. besides, aera needed help.”

“why don’t you stay for dinner? you might be hungry.”

“oh, no. i couldn’t.”

“no, really. it’s the least i can do for thanking you.”

“if you insist then,” jake places his bag down the chair, “dinner would be great.”

and dinner was going great. aera told jake herself that jake was her favorite teacher. and jake felt honored. aera kept telling stories of her school life and how she made friends. then aera tells how

“you know, your uncle jake helped everyone in math before. he’s a math wizard.”

“uncle jake, did you help mom math too?”

“i did. she got the 4th highest grade in our math exam.”

“and of course, your uncle jake got the highest grade.”

jake does this hand gesture where he says “oh please.”

“is my mom hard to teach?”

you and jake laughed, “well…let’s say you’re a fast learner than your mother.”

“mommy, i’m better at you in math!”

“i can’t believe you two are teaming up against me,” then you pretend to get shot at the heart and jake and aera laughed at your antics.

after dinner was done, aera became sleepy. she promised that she’ll finish her homework tomorrow. you let her sleep early because she looked exhausted.

“goodnight, uncle jake.” aera says then yawns.

“goodnight, kiddo. you did well today.” jake kneels down and aera hugs jake. you were surprised but jake returned the hug, the sight melted your heart.

“okay, sweetie. uncle jake has to go home and sleep too.” aera pulls away from the hug and then you tell her to get her clothes and take a shower.

“bye, uncle jake.” aera says before getting inside the bathroom.

when it was just you and jake alone, you looked into each other and laughed.

“aera will be sleeping well tonight.”

“yeah, looks like it.”

“hey,” you pause for a while, “thank you. for helping aera. she hasn’t been this happy for a while.”

“thank you for letting me stay.” for some reason, your heart fluttered, “for dinner.”

“oh,” then you let out a chuckle, “you’re welcome.”

you and jake let out another chuckle. and it might seem cringey but you didn’t care. because right now—this felt right. you looking to his eyes, and him doing the same. almost like you didn’t want him to leave.

“i, uh…” jake coughs, “i should probably go.”

“oh. yeah…right. drive safely.”

jake nods before he opens the door, saying goodbye before leaving.

when you closed the door, you let out a breath you realized you haven’t been holding. you’ve replayed how jake looked at you just a while ago. and every time you remembered his face, your heart would beat fast. when you remember him being a good friend to aera, you couldn’t help but melt at his gentleness towards your daughter.

“mommy?” aera walks out of the bathroom with a towel on her shoulders, “are you sick?”

“huh? oh. no, no sweetie.”

“your face is red.”

“it’s just hot sweetie. let’s tuck you to bed, okay?”

after tucking aera to bed, it was your turn to get ready for bed. and when you thought you’ll be able to sleep peacefully, days of jake bonding with your daughter flashed in your mind again. he hated mint chocolate but when he promised to bring a tub of it, he ate it with you and aera. he finished a cup of it and didn’t think of spitting it out or drinking water to cleanse his tongue. one time, when you gave him a glass of water, your fingers touched and you immediately pulled away.

you kept tossing and turning all night. it was like you were your old self, gushing over jake in the smallest things. though this time, you had a daughter. and jake treats her so well that you couldn’t help but smile and melt.

and you wore that smile until you slept peacefully at night.

lately, you’ve been having headaches while feeling muscle pains. when you took a temperature test, it showed that you had fever. you immediately called yujin, saying you needed help to take care of aera. you couldn’t ask your parents help because they have a store to take of at home. besides, you didn’t want them to take a bus all the way here to the city. you were just thankful that yujin was happy to babysit aera while you we sick and you said that you were fine with being alone for now. you told jake about your sickness and aera’s tutoring sessions will be cancelled for now. he hopes for you to get better soon.

“remember to listen to aunt yujin, alright?”

“mhm!”

“and you don’t keep her waiting when she comes to fetch you.”

“yes, mommy!”

“don’t forget to finish your homework, alright? especially math.”

“yes, mommy!” you smile at your daughter then shift your attention to yujin, “thank you for doing this.”

“aera and i will have a good time, don’t worry,” yujin soothes aera’s head.

“i’m going to miss you, sweetie.” sadly, you couldn’t kiss aera goodbye.

“i’m going to miss you too, mommy!”

“okay sweetie, you’re going be late for school.”

aera and yujin say their goodbyes and you were left alone in your home. you lied down on your bed, with a glass of water beside you. you wrapped yourself in your blanket, hoping that it’ll stop you from shivering.

hours have passed and what you’ve been doing is eating, cleaning the used dishes, drinking medicine, and sleeping. you couldn’t wait to get better but you still felt sick and weak.

you were covered in your blanket when your doorbell rang. you wondered if it was yujin but she must be at home this hour, watching over aera.

you wore your mask before getting the door. when you opened it, you were surprised to see jake holding a stainless-steel lunchbox.

“oh, jake. hi.”

“i, uh…i made us some dinner. i made you soup.” jake raises the lunchbox, “i just thought you needed something to warm you up.”

you couldn’t help but melt at jake’s words. he really has this talent of turning small things into something big. and it made your heart flutter.

“come on in.” you opened the door for jake and let him in like always.

“i’ll just get us some plates.” then jake holds your shoulder, “i’ll do it. you can lie down and rest.”

you nod, “okay.” you were about to enter your room but you turn around, “plates and bowls are in the upper right cabinet.”

“got it.”

“and the spoons—” then jake shows you that he found the utensils on the other side of the cabinet.

“i’ll…” you point to your room and jake assures you that he’s got it covered.

you never let anyone in your home aside from your friends and parents. yujin and gaeul have always been pestering you to go on blind dates but you never did. letting someone else in your life was making you a little doubtful. but you were glad that jake is someone you knew and looks trustworthy.

“hey,” jake enters with a tray of the food he brought. you sit up then jake places the tray in front of you.

“what’s tonight’s main course?”

“well, we have ramyeon with ham, boiled eggs, and green onions.”

“sounds delicious.”

“here,” jake scoops some soup and gently blows it before bringing the spoon close to your mouth. you take the soup in your mouth and you smile, “that’s good soup. give my compliments to the chef.”

jake softly laughs, “will do.”

and jake proceeds to feed you the noodles and other toppings. you felt shy every time you couldn’t take the food in your mouth, especially if they were noodles. but jake didn’t judged you. when you were almost done, you drank the remaining soup left.

“you good?”

you nod, “mhm! thanks for the food. how about you?”

“i already ate, don’t worry.” you nod then you drank your medicine.

“um…jake?”

“yeah?”

“thank you for coming over.”

jake smiles, “you’re welcome. you can sleep if you want to.”

“hm? aren’t you…don’t you need to go home and do other things?”

“if it’s alright with you…could i stay for a while? i just figured that you need someone to take care of you right now.”

you couldn’t find the right words to say. jake sim, your highschool classmate, childhood crush, your daughter’s math tutor—is willing to nurse you.

“are you sure?”

“if it’s alright with you. because,” jake slowly brings his hand to your forehead. when you realized what he wanted to do, you leaned forward, letting his hand touch your forehead.

“you’re still burning up.”

the thought of jake sim touching your forehead still causes you to become speechless. when he lets go, you pretended to not be bothered at all.

“are you sure you’ll be okay? i’m a heavy sleeper.”

“i don’t mind. sleep all you want.”

jake takes the tray and helps you fix your pillow, tucking you inside your blanket.

“goodnight, y/n.”

you smile, “goodnight, jake.”

jake was by your side until the day you got better. he cooked you food and let you rest. you felt guilty that he had to nurse you but he wanted to do it wholeheartedly. and your heart fluttered.

you confessed to aera that her uncle jake has been taking care of you while she was away. she was jealous at first because she wanted to take care of you. but you explained to her that you didn’t want to get her sick. she came to her senses and thanked jake that he took care of you. yujin, though, was protective at first but she proceeded to tease you about it.

though lately you’ve realized, your attraction on jake sim was coming back. but this time, you were starting to see him in a different light. he has always been selfless, kind, and gentle but him showing those actions to your daughter made you like him more. but of course, you couldn’t tell him directly how you felt. things were different now that you’re a mom and he’s your daughter’s math tutor.

you’d rather hide your feelings than accept a rejectin. you’ll be reminded that things that come into your life are temporary.

today, you were going to take aera out to a museum for kids. why? because she got a high score in her math exam. while you were sick, aera managed to study on her own and remember the lessons she had with jake. you called jake and told him the news and he felt so proud of her.

“mommy, can uncle jake come with us?”

“i don’t know, sweetie. but i’ll call uncle jake first, okay?” aera nods her head vigorously.

jake’s phone continued ringing and you waited for him to pick-up the call.

“hello, y/n?”

“hey, jake.”

“hi, uncle jake!” aera says and you hear jake laugh.

“aera says hi.”

“well, what’s up?”

“oh…you see, i’m taking aera out today. and we were wondering—i mean she was wondering if…if you wanted to come with us.”

you shake your head, feeling anxious if jake caught you. but that worry disappeared when jake replies, “sure, i mean i’d love to.” and he sounded full of glee.

“g-great! we’ll pick you up then?”

“oh, no. i’ll pick you guys up.”

“oh. but—”

“no, really. i want to pick you guys up.”

“oh,” again, jake’s doing the smallest things can become big. “okay, we’ll be ready by then.”

“okay. see you later.

“see you later.”

never in a long time has jake sim thought that he’ll be meeting y/n again. not in a million years has he also expected to meet y/n’s daughter.

jake sim was just having a regular day: teaching physics at school, checking their papers, and create lesson plans. he goes home, continues checking papers, finishes his lesson plan, and reads more textbooks whether it be math or physics. finally, he washes up, does a little bit of social media, then goes to bed.

jake was used to getting compliments of him being a math genius. many expected him to be a scholar, a professor, an engineer, or a physicist. but it wasn’t that easy. believe it or not, jake sim couldn’t seem to know where he can fit in. he was the golden boy from high school but after he graduated, he became lost and unsure. but he did know he loved math and physics alongside ramyeon noodles.

jake sim does his daily routine when suddenly, he receives a message. he puts his papers down and checks his phone.

hello! are you available for a meet-up?

then he replies, hello there! may i know who i’ll be tutoring?

the sender didn’t reply. he thought that it was the usual ones who reply after an hour or two so he goes back to checking his papers.

after a while, the sender replied.

it’s my seven-year-old daughter. she needs help in math.

jake returns his attention to his phone.

jake: oh i see. may i know who i am speaking with?

the sender sends a familiar name. then jake remembers a girl he frequently heard in school.

jake: y/n? did we go to the same school together?

y/n: yup! same school since 2nd grade to high school.

jake felt like catching up with an old friend. he might have not known you that much but he knew your reputation of being one of his admirers and that you were full of spirit with a good personality. though he did remember you causing some trouble but you weren’t the bad student type. in fact, he remembers you giving him compliments on sticky notes.

jake: great! looking forward to meeting you.

y/n: looking forward to meeting you too.

fast forward to the day jake was going to meet you. it was only a casual meet-up about agreements and how he’ll help your daughter pass math class. he noticed that you seemed worried about your kid but he assured you that he’ll try his best to help her.

and when he met her, he couldn’t help but soften up. meeting aera was like a breath of fresh air to his regular students. aera was willing to listen and learn on her lessons. she was very sweet and fun to be with. her spirit reminded him of yours when you were younger.

“uncle jake, i drew this picture for you.” aera gives him a drawing of him, reading books on the table with a blackboard behind him that had math equations.

“you really drew this?” jake asks amazed at your daughter’s drawing skills.

“mhm! because you’re my favorite teacher and i like you.”

jake couldn’t help but smile at aera. the kid was too cute and sweet to do such a thing. he heard you walking from the kitchen, and you had some biscuits placed inside a bowl.

“for the both of you.”

“thank you, mommy.”

jake notices how aera says “thank you” whether it be small or big actions. he liked that about a kid. but then again, he notices that you do the same. and he can’t help but think that you really are a good mother.

ever since jake met you and aera, his routine might have become longer than before. but he didn’t mind one bit. not when he can get to help you and aera.

jake’s first reaction of you getting sick was that he got worried. the thought of you sick in bed, alone in your home almost made him loose his mind at class.

“i just figured that you need someone to take care of you right now.”

he knew that you got stressed and tired from taking care of aera. he couldn’t imagine how you managed to get through it in seven years. and he wanted to take care of you.

jake might have had had encounters with women but they weren’t any serious. in his defense, he only went on dates so that sunghoon can stop pestering him.

his bond with you and aera’s was different. the only connection you and jake had was that you both went to the same school. now, you don’t have any status aside from the fact that he’s a math tutor. but he liked it when you ask them how they’re doing and give you snacks. something about your smile and warmth makes him feel comfortable and excited at the same time.

right now, he felt happy feeling that you’re letting him be part of your mother and daughter time.

“uncle jake, have you ever been to a museum?”

“i have. your mother and i went to one in a field trip.”

“mommy says that we’re going to a museum filled with drawings.”

“that sounds fun. you excited?”

“mhm! and it’s more exciting because you’re here.”

jake looks at you, smiling at the interaction. throughout the whole ride, he’s been noticing that you’ve been smiling and giggling the whole ride. and he couldn’t help but gush over it.

the moment the three of you came into the museum, aera couldn’t help but become excited. you let aera be happy and excited but not too much or she’ll break some displays.

you took a picture of aera at the interactive displays. jake took pictures of you and aera, you doing vise versa when aera wanted a picture with him. then aera says that she wanted to have a picture with the three of you. when jake looked at the picture, he couldn’t help but think the three of you looked like a family.

“uncle jake, look! you look like my daddy.”

aera’s words affected both of you. jake has always noticed that your bond with you and aera has changed. but he never noticed that it was beyond that. until now.

“sweetie, let’s go to the mannequins, hm?”

“okay!”

then you carry aera and the two of you happily walk to the mannequins. aera was giggling at how the living mannequin gave her a flower.

suddenly, jake saw you carrying a baby in a living room. then aera comes running to you, and you show her the baby. “here’s your little sister, you say.” then you look at jake, “honey.” aera calls him, “daddy!” then runs to his direction.

“jake!”

he blinks when you called him.

“let’s go?”

“uh, y-yeah. i’ll be right there.”

you had a great time day today. aera was happy to spend her day with you guys and you were happy that she’s happy. jake’s company also made you feel happy. you thought that today’s trip would only be you and aera but with jake, it became a memorable one that you’ll never forget.

aera was sleeping peacefully at the back. you and jake were still awake but both of you were tired.

“she had fun, didn’t she?” jake asks, his eyes focusing on the road.

“she certainly did.

“who knew that she can run so fast?”

“one time, i had to chase her for thirty minutes in a playground. couldn’t catch up with her.”

“she reminds me of you. when we were eight.”

“oh please. anyone can barely put up with my energy.”

“it’s one of the best things about you.”

once again, jake sim made your heart flutter. when the car stops, jake looks at you and you avoid his gaze.

you let out a soft laugh, “yeah. i might have passed it down too much. you might have a hard time catching up with us.”

“i don’t mind. i can catch up just fine.”

then the light turns green and jake starts driving again. you were clutching your hand to your chest. your heart was beating fast that you could barely breathe. you hoped that your heart will have mercy until you got home.

minutes later, you arrived at your home. jake said he can carry aera all the way up to your unit.

you opened the door to aera’s room and jake slowly lies her down. you stand by the doorway and watch jake tuck her in and rub aera’s forehead before he leaves the room. both of you take one last glance at aera before you closed the door.

“thank you for tucking her in. and driving us home.”

“you’re welcome.”

just like the other night, you and jake were standing by the door, staring at each other. both of you didn’t say anything but give each other a look. you recognized that look because you had that look from when you were young and when you met jake again. some part of you felt scared. you never let anyone else in your life, after being left with a baby to raise on your own. but that other part was telling you that you felt happy and excited by letting someone in your life again. when all he showed you was you were worth taking care of.

“jake, i—”

jake didn’t let you finish when his lips landed on yours. his mouth molded perfectly in yours and you couldn’t help but kiss back. jake grabs your nape and the action made you sharply inhale. both of you kissed faster and tried catching each other’s lips. realizing that you’re standing in front if your daughter’s door, you pull away.

“she might hear us.” you whisper and before jake could say anything, you pulled him to your room.

when both of you got inside, you lean at the door and jake kisses you again. this time, you pulled him down by wrapping your arms around his neck. you tried catching your breaths before diving back into each other’s lips. jake slides his hand down to your waist and you let out a whimper. he took that signal as a sign to take off his coat and pull you with him.

you ended up being on top of jake and both if you giggled. you took off your jacket and before you knew it, jake was on top of you. he goes back to kissing you and holding your waist, as you held the sides of his face. jake’s lips left yours as he brushes it to your cheeks, down to your jaw, then down to your neck.

you let out a sigh, feeling euphoria. his touch was gentle and you yearned for it. you pull jake closer and he continues his magic. he slides his hands up then behind your back. you pull jake up and kissed again. he slows his movements this time, getting the rhythm that you wanted.

then realization hit you. this feeling was familiar and the thought was scaring you. the last time you felt this kind of attraction, that person was temporary in your life. you knew that jake was too. eventually, you and jake will part ways when his task is done.

“jake…” you say when you pull away. but jake doesn’t hear you and latches his lips on your neck again.

“wait. jake, stop.”

then jake finally hears you and his eyes looked worried.

“did i hurt you?”

“no. no, no. i…”

you couldn’t look at him in the eye. when you stood up, you brushed your hair back and looked at anywhere else.

“is everything okay?”

“i’m sorry. i don’t…”

you covered your face out if embarrassment, along with fear.

“y/n?” jake holds your arm. his touch made you slowly uncover your face.

“are you okay?”

“i’m…i’m scared.”

jake looks at you with his soft eyes. he places his hand on your cheek and you can feel the tears falling from your eyes.

“oh, no. don’t cry.”

but you did. you let yourself be pulled by jake’s embrace. jake calms you down by rubbing your back.

“everything is going to be alright. i'm here.”

for the first time, you’re actually believing those words.

after crying and staying silent for hours, you finally had the courage to tell jake your sturggles.

“I met this guy in college. he was a year older than me but we took the same class.

“we went on a few dates before we became official. we had a plan. we graduate, gets jobs, get married, and eventually start a family.

“getting drunk at the graduation party was not part of it. getting pregnant after the party—not at all.”

jake continues to hold your hand as both of you lie down on your bed. he let you rest your head on his shoulder as you tell your story. jake sympathized with you, waiting for you to finish what you wanted to say.

“i told him but he said he was sticking to his plan. so he’s completely out of the picture and i raised aera on my own.

“ever since then, i was so scared of letting anyone in my life again. it scares me.

“i’m sorry.”

jake puts his hand on your cheek and you face him.

“don’t be. you’re allowed to feel what you feel.”

you give jake a smile, still feeling your eyes swell. but you were thankful that jake was very understanding.

“thank you for listening.”

“thank you for telling me.”

jake soothes your back and you didn’t notice that you fell asleep in his arms.

after that night, you and jake exchanged “hi’s” awkwardly. but you tried your best not to show aera or let it affect you and jake’s agreement.

weeks passed, you and jake grew out of your awkward phase and became more comfortable eith each other. but he never forced you to start anything with him. he continued being a great father-figure to aera.

you can say that what you had was unlabeled but a part of you knows that you were starting to fall in love with jake. but you were afraid to tell him.

you were just washing the dishes after jake and aera finished their cakes. then aera’s question made you stop.

“uncle jake, if i get a high grade in math, does that mean you won’t be going here anymore?”

“of course not, kiddo. why would you think that?”

“because after i get a high grade, you won’t be teaching me anymore.”

“well, yes…because you already know how to do math. but…” at this point, you were looking at jake then he continues, “it doesn’t mean i'll stop visiting you.”

“really?”

“really.”

then aera hugs jake and he hugged her back.

“if you ace the final exam, we’ll eat mint chocolate ice cream together.” then jake looks at you.

“okay!”

aera did her best and jake was beyond proud of her. you were too. you were proud for the both of them. seeing jake with aera, you thought that he can be more than a father-figure. you knew that both of them have a special bond that is more than a tutor and student.

the next days, jake was starting to stay at home longer. he was so familiar with the place that he remembers where you keep your plates and utensils. one time, the three of you played monopoly and you didn’t remember how long you played because the three of you were having fun. jake declared himself as the winner even though there is no real winner in monopoly.

some nights, you and jake would tuck aera together and she liked it. she never complained about having a father but with jake becoming part of your lives, it was like a dream come true for her.

“i don’t know if me hanging out longer looks like i'm invading your home.”

“i don’t mind. besides, we like having you around.”

you and jake were alone in the living room. drinking a glass of wine while having late night conversations.

“do you maybe…want us to go out sometime? just the two of us.”

“yeah. i’d love that.”

“great. it’s a date then.”

you were surprised but you liked it.

“yes, jake. it’s a date.”

you lean on the couch with the glass on your right hand. jake leans in the couch too, looking at you softly.

“it’s weird though.”

“what is?”

“that i never got to see how amazing you are. you’re not just the girl who causes trouble or teachers dislike for drawing in class.”

“to be fair, i never realized how good you are with kids. it’s making me hard not to fall for you.”

you didn’t know if it was the alcohol. but you suddenly confessing your feelings for jake sim was somehow déjà vu.

“i’ll, uh,” you put down your glass, “i’ll make us some coffee.”

you stand up and was about to go to the kitchen when jake pulls you around and kisses you. you kissed him back, tasting the red sine you just drank. jake holds your cheek and you lean forward, holding his waist.

when you pull away, your eyes were still closed but you can feel jake’s breath on your lips.

“i love you.”

you open your eyes and jake was smiling at you. His cheeks were red. might be from the wine or from the proximity and confession he just said.

“i’m not drunk am i?”

jake smirks, “i don’t think so.” then kisses you again, and you pull him closer.

“thank you for accepting me.” you whisper at his lips.

“no. thank you for accepting me.”

who would’ve thought that a bottle of red wine was all you needed for the perfect confession. but for now, you needed to make two cups of coffee so you and jake can have a proper conversation.

when you told aera the news, you told her that you loved jake like how anne loves gilbert and that jake loves you the same. then aera follows, “but didn’t you already know?” and you were caught off guard.

nevertheless, aera liked the idea of you and jake being together. you haven’t told her about how you met jake. but one day you will so that she’ll know that the right person will come along in time.

just as jake promised you, both of you will be going on a date together. you asked where you’ll be going but he said it was a surprise.

so you dressed up wearing a denim dress that you thought you’ll never use. you wore the necklace your mother gave you when you graduated high school. it felt weird when you asked aera if you looked okay. but she says that you look beautiful as ever. both yujin and gaeul wanted to babysit her this time. but you also knew that they wanted to see you finally having your date with jake sim. but they were hapoy for you that you finally found someone.

“you really don’t want to tell me where we’re going?”

“not a chance.”

you roll your eyes but you knew that jake was trying to give you a date you can remember.

minutes later, the scenery changed into a lake. the water was shining and the grass was turning to a yellow green color thanks to the sunlight. your jaw dropped at the scenery. it was like an actual painting.

when jake stopped the car, he immediately got out and opened the door for you.

“i wanted to find a place only for us.”

“how did you find this place?”

“had a little help from sunghoon and jay.”

“oh how are those two anyway?”

“they’re doing well, actually. jay is engaged and sunghoon is in denial that he’s crushing on his workmate.

you laugh, remembering sunghoon for his schemes and playboy antics. you remember him teasing jake about a girl he liked in high school.

“you okay?”

“hm?”

“you look grumpy.”

“oh.” you shake your head and grab the picnic basket from jake, “come on!”

the whole picnic, you and jake did some catching up. you told him that your parents are still residing in your hometown and your mom’s flower shop is still om business. your dad retired long ago and he just stays at home. jake’s parents were in australia and they were professors in two different universities.

“i suddenly remembered something. weren’t you supposed to move back to australia after high school?”

jake looks down at your figure, “you trying to get rid of me?” then you give jake a “really?” look and he laughs. you sit up and looked at him, placing your palm on his chest. jake was looking up at the sky, thinking deep.

“it was planned, yes. honestly, i was happy to be back home for a while but…something was telling me that i had to be somewhere else.

“i told my parents that i wanted to go back here. they were hesitant at first but i told them to trust me.”

“and did you find what you were looking for?”

“i did,” then he looks at you, “and i realized that i made the right choice to come home.”

“welcome home, jake.” you leaned down and intended to give him a quick kiss but he leans his face forward, trapping your lips.

“that wasn’t fair.”

“i love you too.”

you laugh but gave jake quick pecks and kept saying “I love you’s” in between. you were afraid of being too affectionate but you couldn’t help but show them when jake showers you a lot of it.

jake giggles like a kid then he hovers over you and it was his turn to attack you with kisses.

then both of you ate the sandwiches he made then watched the sunset together. and it was better than any romance movie you watched.

you and jake didn’t really care if you wanted to go public with your relationship. but now that both of you are driving back to your home town for the reunion, you couldn’t help but be nervous. everyone in high school knew your reputation especially that jake was involved. they don’t even know that you’re a single mom of a seven-year-old girl. and now, you’re dating the boy you had a crush on.

your friends won’t be coming because they had to babysit aera. you were hesitant at first to go but you promised jake that you’ll come with him. also, he really wanted to introduce you as his girlfriend to his friends.

“you ready?” jake unbuckles his seatbelt and then he notices you tensing up.

“you okay, baby?”

“what? oh. y-yeah. maybe not?”

“i’ll be with you the whole time,” jake places his hand on yours, “okay?”

you gulp then nod, “okay.”

jake unbuckles your seatbelt, “let’s go.”

when you and jake entered the hall, everyone was in their tables, probably chatting about their careers and relationships. they were all familiar faces. chaewon, the former class president, was chatting with your former homeroom teacher, mrs. bang. somi, one of jake’s admirers was with a date. ej was with his friend nicholas. those two were hard to separate.

“jake, my man!”

you and jake turn around and see jay approaching you. he and jake gave a brotherly hug. then out of no where, sunghoon barges in and headlocks jake.

“dude!”

“sim jaeyun is here!”

and apparently it caught everyone’s attention and they began whispering when they saw you with the famous “02z of daebom high.”

“so…jake.” sunghoon eyes you then back to jake, raising his eyebrows up and down.

“sunghoon, jay, you remember y/n, don’t you?” jake places his hand around your waist.

“how could we forget when she always screams in the hallways 'jake sim jjan!’ or ‘jakey, the sun can’t shine without your existence in the world!’”

“oh please, don’t.” your face becomes red from embarrassment.

“but y/n, i have to say, it’s about time jake did something more than spend his time on paperwork.”

the four of you chatted for a while before finding a table for the four of you. being in the same table with the three flower boys was your high school dream. it felt weird that it came true after many years but in different circumstances.

“baby, want something to eat?”

“not that hungry, thank you.”

“how about some appetizers?”

“meatballs with cheese would be nice though.”

“i’ll be right back,” jake eyes his friends, “be nice.”

“yes, sir!” sunghoon and jay do a salute before jake leaves you with them.

“y/n, tell me. has jake been giving you headaches?”

“no, actually, he’s been helping me a lot. he’d drop by and help tutor my daughter. then we’d have movie nights until we tuck aera to sleep. we go and do the most mundane dates but with him…he makes it so special.”

then you noticed jay and sunghoon just looking at you in awe.

“you really love him, don’t you?”

you nod, “i do. very much.”

“he may not be telling you this but, ever since he met you, his boring, ordinary life became vibrant and full of joy. i’ve never seen him that happy since.”

jay’s words made you feel accepted. he has always had a way with words but it was the first time you actually heard it.

“thanks, jay.”

“y/n, in case he does do something stupid, just give him a smack in the head and he’ll come around.”

“will try to remember that, sunghoon.”

“meatballs for my lady,” jake places the plate in front of you. jay and sunghoon were about to get some when jake slaps their hands.

“go get your own.”

jay was about to slap jake’s shoulder when mrs. bang starts to speak.

“class of 20xx, i’d like to start this reunion by saying, welcome home.”

everyone claps and you follow. your homeroom teacher continues by saying that there will be a program performed by somi and her friends. like before, she’s always had charisma when performing on stage.

there was games. pocky games were always the best. jay and sunghoon did it by vote. everyone cheered when the pocky stick became small in very bite. both of them didn’t want to loose but they didn’t want to touch each other’s lips either so jay took the fall.

there were some awardings too. the life of the party: sunghoon. shy prince: ej. math wizard: your jake. you got the artist award.

the event was still on-going but you and jake left early. you wanted jake to formally meet your parents.

on the drive going there, you felt nervous but you didn’t want to let jake know. as for jake, you can sense that he’s nervous because he was biting his tongue while looking at his feet.

“baby,” you call jake and when he turns around, “you cup his face.”

“they’re going to love you.”

this time, you’re assuring jake. you felt nervous too but you love jake and you know that he’s a good man that your parents will love.

you and jake waited for someone to answer the door. and when it opened, your mom answers it.

“hi, mom. dad.”

“y/n? who’s this?”

“this is jake. he’s my boyfriend.”

and your parents ended up loving jake. they remember him when you mentioned you went to daebom high together. suddenly, they told jake stories about you gushing over jake. you figured that you had quite the reputation here in town.

“oh jake, you should’ve seen y/n write your name at the back of her notebook with hearts.”

“mom!” you cover your face but your parents kept teasing you.

“jake, y/n might seem the free spirit type but she’s someone who has a big heart.”

“yes, sir. and i'll take care of her and aera.”

your dad kept offering jake some alcohol but you kept reminding him that both of you need to drive home. but a twist of events lead to jake becoming wasted and your parents saying that both of you should spend the night here.

“mom, i have to see aera.”

“y/n, you’re tired and jake is drunk. now, i don’t want both of you getting into an accident.”

you sigh, “yes, mom.”

you carried jake to your old room and lie him on his back. he kept calling your name but you just laughed, finding him cute with his red face.

“baby, i need to take off your shirt. okay?”

jake pouts and covers his chest, “my girlfriend will get mad at me.”

“jake, it’s me.”

jake slowly opens his eyes, “oHhh y/n!”

just like that, jake was fast asleep. you slowly lifted him so he can sit up. when he was sitting on the head board, you gently unbuttoned his shirt. you were thankful that he was wearing a white shirt inside. after that, you positioned him facing the side with a pillow under his head.

“talk about ‘i’ll take care of her.’”

you laugh softly but you lightly jake’s head. he looked really cute. sleeping like a baby.

“y/n…” jake says slurring in his sleep.

“you and aera,” he lets out a hiccup, “are the best thing,” another hiccup, “that’s ever happened to me.”

for so long, you were so scared that when you let someone in your life, they’d leave you. for a while, you thought that you were content that it was just you and your daughter against the world. but eventually, this man right here, drunk and sleep talking is going to be a good father to aera. this man right here is the one you want to spend the rest if your life with.

you’ve been dating for a while now and he has been dropping by your place almost every day. so you asked him to move in with you. it wasn’t anything new except that jake doesn’t have to drive before he gets to see you and aera.

and when you slept at the same bed for the first time, it was a little awkward. but like before, both of you adjusted and got used to it.

you and jake would cuddle before you go to bed. he’d be the big spoon, whether you were facing behind him or you were lying on his chest.

“you know, i should’ve asked you sooner.”

“be grateful that i said yes in a heartbeat.”

“oh, thank you, sir jake.” you teasingly thank him like he was a knight.

the rest of the night, you’d have tickle fights until both of you will snuggle until you sleep.

but like any other relationship, there were always misunderstandings and conflicts.

“jake, all i'm saying is that we don’t have enough money to buy a new place.”

“y/n, i have enough to get us one.”

“didn’t it come across your mind that we should be buying it together?”

“well if maybe your job was—”

“what, jake? if i were a teacher, earning a monthly salary like you?”

“y/n, that’s not what i meant.”

but you walked out before he could finish. you didn’t talk to jake for the rest of the night. jake waa in the living room while you stayed in your bedroom. you were thankful that aera was oblivious to the situation.

after an hour, jake went inside your room and you were facing behind him.

“y/n…”

you didn’t say anything.

“i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have said that.”

“you think?”

“i just thought that if we get a new place, we’d finally settle in a home as a family. but truth is, wherever you are…you are my home.”

you finally turn around, but all you could do was stare at jake as he waits for you to say something.

“did you say family?”

‘yeah. i did.”

you didn’t think before hugging jake. he hugs you back, burying his face on your neck.

you and jake agreed that when the time is right, you’ll get a new place and everything else will fall into place.

you’ve been thinking for a while about what jake said. you did consider moving to a new place but your savings weren’t enough. but you also wanted to start a new life with jake in it.

so you decided to find a full-time job as an art teacher for elementary students. hoping that you’ll have enough income for your family’s future. and no, you didn’t force yourself. you choice this because it’s for the ones you love.

“ms. y/n, am i doing a okay?”

“you’re doing great, jungwon!” you give your student a big smile.

“niki you’re doing great too!”

you never fail to compliment your students. you might not have the best audiences when you were young. but you didn’t want to crush children’s dreams when they remind you of how you were.

“okay, kids. don’t forget that your homework is due tomorrow.”

you were thankful that your class was the last one. you were in the middle of fixing your things when someone knocked at the door.

“hey.”

“hey. your class is done?”

“yeah. well, i clocked out early.”

oh, right. jake finally became a full-time math teacher. both of you work at the same school. he thought that he should be helping you so you can get a new place. besides, it’s a great opportunity for him to go home with you and aera.

“are you not feeling well?” you stand up and held jake’s forehead but he shakes his head.

“actually, we are going out for a while.”

your eyes grew wide, “where are we going?”

“i’ll tell you when we get there.”

“jake.”

“it’s going to be fun,” you raised your brow at jake then he says, “i promise.”

next thing you knew, you and jake were in the car taking the route to your hometown. the next surprising thing is when he parked in front of your old school.

“what are we doing here?”

jake just gives you a smile before getting out of the car. he opens the door for you, kneeling down.

“come with me.”

it might seem weird that jake always makes your heart flutter for the bare minimum but heck, this is jake sim we’re talking about.

both if you were walking down the hallways of the school. it felt weird walking in the same place where you called jake’s name to get his attention. now, you’re holding each other’s hand.

“don’t worry, the teachers know that we’re visiting.”

“any reason why we’re visiting?”

“when we reach the end of the hall, you’ll know.”

so you and jake continue walking. both of you stop then jake holds your hand.

“for this part, i'm going to need you to close your eyes.”

you were hesitant at first but you did what jake asked. he was holding your hand the whole time you walked with your eyes closed. then he stopped.

“wait a minute.”

jake’s lets go if your hand.

“you can open them now.”

you were greeted with lights behind jake. the banner with the sign, “will you accept me?” then you realized that this is how you confessed to jake in high school. and you’re in the same room.

jake was holding a bouquet with pink, white, and red roses with baby’s breath. and he had a ring on his other hand.

“y/n, i never would’ve thought that my boring, plain, life would be so colorful, vibrant, and joyful. you and aera…i couldn’t imagine how my life would turn out if you weren’t in my life. you let me become part of your life, and i want to spend my remaining days with you and our family.”

“so,” jake kneels down in front of you. the action caught your breath away.

“will you accept me?”

you gave yourself a minute to process what was happening. and when you did, you finally say…

“jake, i appreciate what you have done but…

“it would be a shame if i don’t say yes.”

you laugh and you let your tears fall on your face.

“yes, yes, yes.”

jake stands up and finally gives you a tight hug. you bury your face in his chest.

jake kisses your head and whispers, “i love you.”

you lift your head up, “i love you.”

the last time you fell in love, things might not have gone the way you wanted them to. you doubted a lot of things and distanced yourself. then you met a man who proved to you that you deserve a second chance.

this time, you were sure that it will be different and will be the best thing that has ever happened to you.

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Relax and Unwind

Warnings: praise kink, nipple play, talks about man parts, handjob.

Synopsis: After a long day of work, Takeomi, Kakucho, Ran and Rindo want to relax after work. So, you decided to draw a bath for you and him to relax in.

𝑵𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez

A/N: This is a repost of an old writing. Enjoy 😉

Reblog’s and feedback are appreciated. 18+ minors do not interact.

Takeomi Akashi

Comes home and sits on the couch, wondering where you are.

Takeomi gets up and looks for you, finding you in your shared bedroom/bathroom naked in the tub. You asked him to join.

Takeomi takes off his clothes before you even blink, sitting in front of in the bath; pulling you closer to him

He loves seeing you naked after a long day in meetings with Bolten, how your soft skin looks so beautiful wet.

Takeomi begins to kiss your lips, going down to the nape of your neck, slowly making his way down to your nipple, putting one in his mouth as you moan beautifully.

You guys ended up getting out of the bath and took the rest to the bedroom.

Kakucho Hitto

As soon as Kakucho got home, all he heard as his name being called. KAKUCHO.

He ran to where you were because he thought something was wrong.

Kakucho found you in the bathroom getting ready to step in the tub.

You dropped your towel/bathrobe, showing your naked body. Kakucho was just standing there wide-eyed mouth open. Baby, join me for a bath.

Kakucho took off his shirt and started to take his pants off and you can see him with a half soft half hard cock.

As soon as Kakucho got in the bath with you started to play with his cock, “does this feel good baby, I know you’ve had a long day at work and wanted to make you feel better” kakucho rubs your cheek with his finger, “it feels good baby, thank you for letting relax.”

“I think we should take the rest of this in the bedroom baby, what do you think, baby.” You nodded yes

Ran Haitani

Ran opened the door to your shared apartment. He heard some water running and went to investigate seeing you.

Ran did expect to be I the bath wait for him to join you. He was just so tired/stressed from the Bolten meetings.

His eyes widened to seeing you naked for him, “come join me baby” while touching yourself “ I see you look stressed from work today.” It didn’t take long for Ran to join you in the bath.

Ran started to kiss you all over, his hands wandering down to your sweet spot, where you love to be touched most, giving a sweet moan for Ran to hear .

Darling, “let’s finish’s this in the bedroom hmm.” As he kissed your forehead, helping you out of the bath.

Rindo Haitani

You met Rindo at the front of the door. When he opened the door to be greeted by you. “Hi, sweetheart.”

You drop your towel/robe, telling him to meet you in the bath, while walking away naked.

Rindo literally ran after you, ripping his clothes off in the progress.

As you two were in the bath, Rindo did nothing but praise you, telling you that he’s missed you, that he’s had a stressful day and he’s been thinking about your naked body during his Bolten meetings.

“Sweetheart, let’s take this to the bedroom so I can kiss you all over and make beautiful love to you.” As he helps you out of the bath, after you two had a relaxing bath together.

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mommytauriel · 11 months

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pairing: sihtric x female! reader | genre: forbidden romance? angst, fluff | warnings: slight cussing, kissing, rushed writing because i accidentally deleted this part | wc: 6.6k |

synopsis: goodbyes are hard, but sometimes there necessary.

request: yes

note: here is part two! I am thinking there might be 3 more parts? I’m not to sure yet! I have a lot of ideas for this short series, I can’t wait for you guys to read them! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Part one Part two Part three

The journey to Eoferwic wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. You rode alongside Lady Gisela, the two of you conversating while Hild and Matthew rode behind the two of you. You and Gisela often found yourself giggling quietly whenever the two of you would hear Matthew try to flirt with Hild. Emphasize on try, either Hild was oblivious to his flirting, or she was just simply not interested. You didn't know what was worse.

“Here let me help you down” Matthew voiced out as he held his arms out to help you down from your horse. You smile thankfully and hold onto his arms as you get down, making sure not to trip over your dress. You fix your dress while Matthew pulls your horse to the stables. You feel a heavy stare on your back, you turn your head back expecting to see sihtric, but instead you see a blonde and blue-eyed Dane with his beard tied. HIs eyes widen when the two of you make eye contact, but he doesn't break eye contact not until you do.

You turn away from him when you hear Uhtred call your name. You walk towards Uhtred and your face turns into a look of disgust when you see the bloody bag on his floor. You look at him confused when you notice that he seems to be getting his horse ready to leave, we just got here? “Are we leaving again?”

“No, I’m leaving, and you are going to stay here with Hild and Matthew, Don't Worry I’ll be back soon” Uhtred told you with a stern look as he stood back up from crouching down to rub his horse's legs. You were still confused “Where are you going?”

“To cause some mischief” Uhtred smirks, he decided not to tell you what he really was doing, he knew you would try to talk him out of it. And besides it wasn't like he was lying with his response; he would be causing mischief. You sigh and cross your arms over your chest “Of course you are.”

“Stay with Hild and Matthew please, stay inside and don't go near those Danes, okay?” Uhtred stepped closer to you and raised his eyebrow, waiting for your response. He always seemed to worry for you, and leaving you here only made him worry more, but he had to do this. You give him a reassuring smile and nod “Okay.”

“Good, now go inside King Guthred was kind enough to offer you a room” Uhtred says with a knowing smirk at the end. You huff in annoyance and turn around,

“How kind of him” You mutter sarcastically to yourself as you walk away from Uhtred. Rolling your eyes when you hear Uhtred laugh at your words. It was no secret between the two of you that you did not like King Guthred, not one bit.

You had spent the rest of the day and night alone in the room King Guthred had given you, you were tired from the journey and after failing at trying to find sihtric, you decided to just rest for the rest of the day. You also didn't feel comfortable with the stares that came from some of the Danes. So, you just got a book and relaxed in your bed, feeling even more safe knowing that Matthew was just outside your door.

You had spent the next day with Lady Gisela and Hild before spending some time with Uhtred when he got back. You had dinner with Uhtred and Hild before Matthew walked you back to your room. You said goodnight to him and went into your room, getting ready for bed.

You sat at the wood vanity, fixing your hair for bed. There were a few lit candles throughout the room, creating a warm ambience. You were dressed in a nightgown and robe, your body just itching to curl up in your bed and sleep. You were quietly humming a song your father had sung to you when you were little when you heard a strange noise.

You stopped humming and set your comb down, your eyes glancing at your door before looking towards your window, when you hear another sound. You stand up from the stool at the vanity and slowly walk towards the closed window, faltering slightly when you hear a soft knock on the window. So soft you were sure Matthew couldn't hear it, and after no sound from Matthew outside your room you knew he didn't hear it.

You stood there for a few seconds wondering what you should do. Do I call Matthew and tell him? Or do I open the window myself? You decided on the latter. You stepped forward and quietly unlocked the hatch to the wood window and opened it. The person who was revealed on the other side caused you to smile shyly and lean forward against the window seal.

Sihtric smiled at the sight of you, you looked absolutely breathtaking. The light from the moon made your skin glow, and the light from the candles flickered behind you, you were covered in your robe, but because you were leaning forward, the robe did not cover your collarbone and you had a sweet smile on your lips. Absolutely beautiful.

“Sihtric? What are you doing here?” You asked him quietly, you definitely weren't upset that he was here. You were just shocked and confused.

“I wanted to see you,” Sihtric said quietly with his own smile, he put his hands on the window seal that was at level with his waist and leaned closer to you. Both of you flustered at how close the two of you were. Not only were you flustered at the closeness, but you were also flustered by the fact that he wanted to see you.

“What if Matthew opened the window, not me?” You asked him with a teasing smirk, tilting your head to get a better look at him, the moon was reflecting on his face. Sihtric laughed quietly and shook his head as he thought about it, to be honest he did worry about that, but he honestly missed you much to care. “I’m sure I would be dead right now.”

“You definitely would be.”

“Matthew doesn't like me, does he?” He asked even though the answer was obvious. Sihtric had tried to come see you several times but one glare from Matthew had him turning around and cursing to himself for being so scared of the guard.

“Don't be offended matthew hates most people.”

“He doesn't seem to hate Hild” Sihtric smirks as he thinks back on the many times, he had caught Matthew staring at the blonde warrior. You smile and speak a little louder, excited that he had noticed too. “You noticed that too?!”

“It's hard not to, if his eyes aren't on you there on Hild” Sihtric chuckles quietly. You decided at that moment that you liked, no loved the sound of his laughter. You decided to take a risky step and move your hand to rest on top of his.

You shyly looked down at yours and his hand and watched as he turned his hand over to interlock with yours; his thumb caressing the soft skin of your hand. You look up at him with a bashful smile at the feeling of his soft touch and whisper. “And what are your eyes on?”

“You, ever since I met you they have always been on you” Sihtric says quickly as he looks into your eyes, he didn't need to think of his answer because he knew it was you. It was always going to be you.

“Would you like to come in?” You ask him in a whisper, surprising you both by your words. He didn't have to think twice before nodding yes. You giggle quietly at his eagerness and step back so he could climb through your window. You watch with wide eyes as he swiftly climbs through your window, not making one noise. Sihtric steps close to you and he reaches for your hand at your side, interlocking your fingers. Your hand fits perfectly in mine, Sihtric thinks.

“I haven't been able to stop thinking about you” You confess in a whisper, your fingers absentmindedly playing with his leather bracelets nervously. No one has ever made you feel the way sihtric made you feel. You wait a few moments before looking up at him, he was already looking at you. Sihtric pulls you closer by your hand making you smile and rest your other hand on his chest. Sihtric whispers back “I’m glad because neither have i”

“You wanna know what i’m thinking now?” You spoke softly as you took a step closer. Your chests were now touching, and you had to tilt your head up to really look at him, the hand you had on his chest moved to his arm. He was surprised by your flirty tone, but he was quick to respond in his own flirty tone “I hope it's something about me.”

“I’m thinking of you kissing me, are you going to make me wait any longer?” You say confidently with a playful pout at the end. Sihtric chuckles in shock, he definitely did not expect you to say this, but he was happy to know the two of you were thinking the same thing.

Sihtric slowly trails his hands up your arms, his eyes not leaving yours as his hands move to cup the soft skin of your cheeks. He noticed the way your breath hitched and your eyes flutter close when he leaned so close to you that your noses touched, he smiled and whispered, “No my lady, I won't.”

Sihtric closed his eyes and pulled your face closer to his, locking your lips in a soft and sensual kiss. You felt him run his tongue along your bottom lip, his tongue slipping through your parted lips. You have never kissed someone like this, so you let sihtric take the lead, and he did. The kiss turned heated as one of his hands moved down to your lower back pressing you against him more if that was possible. You pull away from the kiss with a gasp when you feel his hand softly squeeze your arse.

He opened his eyes and smiled as he watched you catch your breath, small pants escaping through your lips, your eyes still closed. He felt quite proud that he made you so breathless. You looked so pretty like this. Sihtric softly caresses your cheek with his thumb, making you flutter your eyes open, locking eyes with his. You had so much to say, you just didn't know how to say it.

Sihtric moves his hand from your bottom and up to your shoulder. He holds onto the collar of your robe, feeling the silk fabric between his fingers he has never felt such a fabric before. Sihtric’s eyes go to you, and he silently asks for permission, you give him a shy nod. Sihtric moves your robe back, showing him your bare collarbone. He keeps eye contact with you for as long as he leans down to your neck.

You close your eyes in anticipation, a small gasp escapes past your parted lips at the feeling of his warm lips on your bare collarbone. Sihtric warms up your collarbone with a few long kisses, it was a feeling you never felt before. You tilt your head more to the side, a quiet moan escaping your lips, as his lips travel up to your jaw, leaving wet kisses in his wake.

Sihtrics hands move to your shoulders and swiftly pull’s your robe off, letting it fall at your feet. Sihtric parts from your jaw to look at you, a smirk forming on his red lips at the sight of you. You opened your eyes and breathlessly looked up at him. Sihtric moves his hands to the back of your thighs and murmured huskily “Jump.”

You move your hands to his shoulders and follow his instructions, your eyes don't leave his as he picks you up and walks you towards your bed. You let out a small gasp when he softly lays you down in the middle of your bed. You sit up a little, propping yourself up on your elbows. Sihtric sits up on his knees and touches the soft skin of your calves, slowly trailing his hands up your legs and stopping right where your nightgown ends, just above your knees.

Sihtric wants to move his hands higher, but he stops himself. He had to stop now, because if he didnt he wouldn't be able to stop himself and he knew you weren't ready for that. Sihtric looks down at you and whispers “You should get some rest.”

You were a little confused at the sudden stop, but he was right, and it was a good idea to stop before the two of you were to ahead. You don't want him to leave you though “Will you stay?”

Sihtric contemplated, he couldn't risk getting caught by Matthew or others. If anyone saw the two of you in such a position, he knew that you would get in a lot more trouble than he would, he didn't want that to happen to you, he didn't want to be the reason. But as soon as he locked eyes with you and saw the cute pout on your lips, he knew he couldn't say no. “Just until you fall asleep.”

Better than nothing you think with a smile. You start moving back on your bed until your head finds its way on your pillow. Sihtric waits until you make yourself comfortable under the covers until he lays next to you. You find yourself nuzzling into his side and resting your head on his chest and your arm around his midsection. Sihtric smiles and wraps his arm around you, pulling you as close as he can. He knew that it would make it harder for him to leave, but the feeling of you against him clouded his judgment.

“Goodnight Sihtric” You muttered as you closed your eyes and let sleep engulf you. Sihtric looks down at you and his heart skips at the sight of you, the fact that you felt comfortable to fall asleep with him, made him feel things he never felt before and with open arms he welcomed those feelings. He kissed your forehead before muttering “goodnight my y/n.”

And within minutes the two of you were sleeping peacefully in each other's arms. Both of you completely unaware of the conversation that was happening between King Guthred and Uhtred. The topic being you and how you are not wed yet.

You woke up alone, and even though he had told you he would only stay until you fell asleep, you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that he stuck to his words. You didn't get any time to process that you were alone before the door of your room was loudly slammed open. You let out a shriek and pull the blankets up to your chest, when you noticed a man with a sword you didn't recognize step into your room, a second later an angry Matthew was following him, sword in his hand.

“You Take one step towards her, and I am shoving my sword through your neck” Matthew threatened as he stood behind the guard, lifting his sword up and pointing it at the back of the intruder's neck. The guard immediately stills and lifts his hands up in surrender, sword still in his hand. He spoke in a fearful but strong tone “King Guthred Commands the Lady’s presence.”

“I only take orders from one man and it's certainly not your betrayer cunt of a king” Matthew snapped angrily making your eyes widen. You knew that Matthew didn't like King Guthred, neither did you, but where did this come from? What was going on?

“Now i won't ask again, leave my Lady’s room or your King will find you in a pool of your own blood” Matthew snarled as he kept his sword pointed at the guard. The guard looks back at you and you pull the blanket tighter to your chest, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze. The guard huffs and cautiously walks out of your room.

You watch as Matthew swiftly closes and locks your door before making his way to the wood wardrobe in the corner of the room. Matthew opens your wardrobe and internally thanks god that you weren't fully unpacked, you only had a few dresses hanging up while the rest of your things were still in your bags. You look at him in confusion as he hurries to pack your hanged up clothes. “Matthew what's going on?”

“Hurry up and get changed. I will explain to you after” he tells you quickly as he tosses you a dress for you to change into, he knows that you would need a dress to wear comfortably while you ride, and he has seen you wear it a few times. You frown when the dress hits you in the face, but your frown turns to a look of annoyance as you get out of bed and hold onto the dress. “I command you to tell me now!”

“Did you not just hear me” Matthew rolls his eyes as he glances back at you, he doesn't look for long before he goes over to the small desk and packs the few books you had into your satchel.

“You said you only take commands from one man, i am a woman” you say pointedly, you refused to do anything else without knowing what was going on. You have never seen Matthew like this, and it worried you very much. Matthew rolls his eyes and mutters under his breath “A fucking stubborn woman.”

“Matthew please” You plead as you walk over to your changing screen, stepping behind it so you can change. You quickly change out of your nightgown and into the gray dress that Matthew picked out for you.

Matthew sighs, he knew this wouldn't be easy for you to comprehend. It's better if I just tell her quickly, he thinks. Matthew stops packing your things for a second and tells you the truth. “King Guthred sold Halig and Uhtred as slaves.”

At his words your fingers stop fixing your dress and you just stood there in silence for a few moments. You were feeling too many emotions, fear, sadness, confusion, anger. “What...”

“We have to take you to King Alfred, he and Uhtred made a deal that if anything happens to Uhtred, you are to be brought back to King Alfred” Matthew tells you. Your eyes widen and you step out from behind you dressing screen, Matthew is already looking at you, you frown and step closer to him “I…I can't just leave.”

“Yes, you can, you get on your horse, and we ride out of this cursed place” Matthew says with a fake smile before going back to gathering your things, he would attach them to the horses before you two would leave. You roll your eyes and huff he’s just not getting it. “I have to say goodbye.”

If you left that means you couldn't help, find Uhtred and Halig, you couldn't let that happen to them. The thought of Uhtred going through that brought tears to your eyes, you don't know what you would do without Uhtred. He was with you for everything. If you left…you would be leaving sihtric, you really didn't want to leave him.

“Hild already knows, we will see her again” Matthew sighs, he didn't want to leave Hild, but his first priority was you. He needed to make sure you were safe, you came first. He also didn't want to tell you that she was already gone.

“Not to Hild, to sihtric! I have to say goodbye to him” You insisted loudly. Last night confirmed how you felt for him, you cared for him a lot. And you would be lying if you said you weren't scared about it, the two of you haven't known each other long and the feelings you had for him were so strong. I hope he feels the same way you think.

“Sihtric?! The Dane that looks like a rat?” Matthew exclaims in shock. Why did you need to say goodbye to him? Mathew thinks. He didn't like this and he didn't like sihtric, he especially didn't like sihtric around you.

“He does not look like a rat!” you defend sihtric glaring at Matthew, sihtric was so very handsome, definitely the most handsome man you have ever seen. Matthew’s eyes widened at your tone and the way you defended sihtric did i miss something? Matthew thought. It was like he was hit in the back of the head with the answer.

“Oh, dear god you are in love with him!”

“I am not…” You mutter as you shake your head no. good job that sounded convincing you think sarcastically.

“When did you even get the time to fall in love with him?!” Matthew exclaimed loudly, shaking his head in disbelief. He of course wanted you to be happy, but he knew this wouldn't work out between the two of you, he wanted to save you from that heartbreak. Yeah, he definitely was not liking this!

“Matthew, I am not in love with him!” You shouted as you clenched your fists, stopping yourself from throwing a pillow at him. You cared for him deeply, but love? Not yet…but it could be if the two of you had more time. I don't have much time now, you think sadly. You step closer to him and hold onto his arm. Your tone pleading as you ask him again “Please Matthew.”

“Pack the rest of your things, i will see what i can do” he says with a sigh. He couldn't say no to you…but he wouldn't exactly say yes. He pats your hand that was on his arm before he steps towards the bed and grabs your bag of clothes.

“I will say goodbye to him Matthew.”

“For fucks sake, when did you become so stubborn” Matthew muttered to himself as he unlocked and opened the door to your room, closing it behind him. Leaving you alone to finish packing and alone with your thoughts.

You had finished packing the few things you had left in the room in your satchel by the time Matthew came back for you. Matthew made sure to keep you close to him as the two of you walked towards the stables, Matthew had Clapa guarding your horses and things while he went to come get you. You greeted Clapa with a smile and a small hello. Clapa smiled at you and said goodbye and Goodluck before he left the two of you alone in the stables with your horses.

There was no denial of your feelings, you were sad. Sad that you had to leave, Sad that Uhtred was gone and sad that you couldn't say goodbye to sihtric. You passed your satchel to Matthew and watched as he attached it to your horse. Your horse held your satchel and Matthew's small bag while his horse held your larger bag.

You glanced behind you at the entrance of the stables for felt like the 100th time since you have been in there, just hoping any second sihtric would walk in…but he doesn't. You sigh and look back to your horse, distracting yourself by petting its mane. Matthew notices but he doesn't say anything; he just continues to make sure everything is securely strapped.

You look up and watch Matthew walk towards the entrance of the stables to leave, you look at him in confusion. “Where are you going?”

You get even more confused when Matthew told you to just wait there. But nonetheless you listened to him. After a few minutes you start to get worried, but you stay there. Is Matthew, okay? you think nervously. As if your horse senses your nervousness, he nudges you with his head causing you to look away from the entrance and back at him. You smile softly and rub the side of his face. “It’s okay, Matthew will be back soon and then we will leave.”

“What, you weren't going to say goodbye to me first?”

Your neck almost snapped with how fast you turned it to look behind you. Your feet were moving you towards him before you could really process that he was there. His arms were already open for you as you rushed to him. Sihtric’s arms wrap around you and pull you close to him while your arms wrap around his waist, pulling you into a tight hug. Neither of you wanted to let go; you didn't know the next time you would be able to hold each other.

Reluctantly after a minute or so of silence, Sihtric moves his hands to your arms and pulls away from the hug. He still kept you close to him as he looked down at you, the sadness in your eyes was breaking his heart, it was a feeling he was unfamiliar with. He's been emotionally hurt before, but it was different this time. “Don't look at me like that”

“Like what?”

“Like this is going to be the last time we will see each other” sihtric whispers as he moves his hand up to your face, softly caressing your cheek with the pad of his thumb. He could tell in your eyes that you didn't believe him. Sihtric moves both of his hands to cup your cheeks, causing you to stop avoiding his eyes and look up at him. He spoke in a strong and reassuring tone “It won't be y/n.”

“I will be in Winchester- the king would never let me see you or have yo-” You protest with a shake of your head, but you get cut off by sihtric and his sweet but assertive tone. “I promise to you My Lady, we will see each other again.”

“I don't want to go…we haven't had enough time” you whispered in a quavering tone. It wasn’t fair, you wanted Uhtred back and you wanted to stay with him and sihtric. You wanted more time. You wanted more time together, to get to know each other more…more time for him to call you my lady despite you asking him not to.

“You have to go, we will have more time y/n…you just have to wait” Sihtric promised to you, he himself did not know if that would be true or not, but he had hope.

“Y/n it's time to go” Matthew spoke as he stepped into the stable barn, his eyes immediately had gone to sihtric and the way he was holding you. Despite how much he disliked it, he didn't say anything.

You frantically turned your head to your guard who stood in the entrance, your tone pleading and your eyes teary “Please just a little longer.”

“Fine” Matthew huffed; he sent a glare to sihtric before he left. Sihtric let out a heavy sigh once Mattew had left before looking back to you, he didn’t want you to leave but he knew it was what's best for you. Sihtric smiles sadly and whispers “It's time for you to go.”

He had to let you go now.

“I don't want to leave you” You whispered with a sniffle, your voice cracking. You moved your body closer to him, your arms holding on to his as his hands cupped your cheeks.

“Hey, don't cry…it will be okay” Sihtric whispered as he wiped away your tears. You closed your eyes and let yourself lean your face against his palm. After a few moments you open your eyes and look up into Sihtric’s beautiful eyes. Was this going to be the last time I see them?

You move your hands to the collar of his vest and close your eyes as you pull him down and lock his lips in a kiss. Sihtric closes his eyes and moves his hands down to your hips and pulls you flush against him, one of your hands moves to his jaw as you part your lips. Sihtric moans against your lips and slips his tongue into your mouth, he wanted to explore every inch of your mouth before he had to let you go. He was going to leave you with a kiss that you would remember. Sihtric moves his tongue against yours before gently biting on your bottom lip, a sense of satisfaction when a small moan escapes past your lips.

Just as Sihtric pulled away from the kiss, Matthew walked back into the stables. Matthew looked away from the two of you and down at the floor, he wasn’t going to leave but he could try to give you a little bit more privacy.

Sihtric let out a heavy sigh and squeezed his eyes shut as he kissed your forehead. He didn't want to let go but he knew he had to. Sihtric let go of your face, not before wiping a few of your fresh tears. You opened your eyes and made eye contact with him as he stepped away from you. Neither of you had to say anything else, that kiss said everything that needed to be said.

Sihtric gave you one more sad smile before he looked away from you and walked past Matthew and outside of the stables. You watched him with tears streaming down your cheeks and a quivering lip. Sihtric didn’t dare look back, because he knew he wouldn’t let you leave, he couldn’t see you cry not again.

Matthew stepped closer to you, and you turned your back to him and wiped your tears away, you didn’t want Matthew to see you cry. Matthew put a comforting hand on your shoulder “I’m sorry y/n but we have to go.”

You sniffle and nod weakly, turning around to face him. You try your hardest to give him a fake smile, but he sees right through it. Matthew mumbles out a come here and pulls you into your arms. You let out a sob and shove your face into his chest and wrap your arms around his waist, clinging to him like you would Uhtred.

“It's too much” you voice out between your quiet cries’. Uhtred was gone, oh Uhtred he’s probably suffering right now. Your heartbreaking goodbye with sihtric…it was all too much.

“It’s going to be okay y/n…you're going to be okay” Matthew promised as he rubbed your back, he was going to make sure you were okay. No matter what.

I’ll be okay, everything is going to be okay. You repeat over and over again.

Matthew only let the two of you stop once on the ride to Winchester. He wanted to get the two of you there as fast as he could. Not just because Uhtred told him to take you back to Winchester, but because he overheard a conversation he was definitely not supposed to have. He had heard a conversation between King Guthred and Abbot talking about the possibility of Guthred marrying you. Matthew was not going to let that happen. Never.

You were thanking God when the two of you had finally made it to Winchester, you were in desperate need of some rest and a private place where you could cry and calm down your emotions. Your cheeks were sore from all the tears you had shed, and your head hurt.

You noticed the figure of Father Beocca standing on the front steps of the castle, two guards behind him. You get off your horse and wince at the soreness you felt, you pet your horse's mane while Matthew shakes Beocca’s hand and says their greetings. Beocca turns his head and tells the two guards to take my bags to my room and feed and water our horses.

“Lady y/n it is always nice to see you” Father Beocca greets you with a smile and nod, he noticed your slightly red eyes, but he said nothing of it, he knew you and Uhtred were very close and that you were most likely very upset about what had happened to him.

“You as well Father Beocca” You greeted him back with a small smile you had missed him. You rub your sore hands from holding onto the reins, on your dress nervously.

“Come, the king is waiting for you” Father Beocca tells you. You glance at Matthew, and he gives you a reassuring nod, he knew that you were already emotionally overwhelmed…but you couldn’t say no to the king. You look back at Beocca and give him a fake smile and nod “Let’s not keep him waiting then.”

Father gives you both a faint smile before turning around and walking into the castle, you follow him with Matthew at your side. You walk into the entrance garden and a small smile forms on your lips as you look around. You had spent many hours playing in the garden with Aethelflaed. Matthew handed his sword to the guard and 3 of his daggers that he kept on him, he made sure to keep one still on him; hidden of course.

The only sound that you could hear was the sound of footsteps as you and Matthew followed Beocca. You tried to be happy that you were going to see King Alfred, and maybe in another situation you would be. But you just felt heartbroken and tired.

The three of you stopped in front of a closed door, the guards who stood guard nodded at Father Beocca before opening the door for the three of you. You let out a tired sigh before following Beocca into the room. Your eyes immediately went to King Alfred who was sitting on his throne. He looked sickly.

King Alfred stood up from his throne and walked towards you, surprising you when he took your hand into his oddly clammy one, his other hand patting the top of your hand. King Alfred gives you a rare faint smile “it’s good to see you y/n, I’m right to assume Uhtred took good care of you?”

“He did, Uhtred and Matthew kept me safe” you smiled faintly, nervously playing with the sleeves of your dress once Alfred let go of your hand. King Alfred hums and nods thankfully at Matthew, he wouldn’t know what he would do if you would have been hurt. Alfred looks back at you and for a second, he feels guilty for what he has to tell you, but he knew this was needed, this was your duty.

“We have much to discuss y/n.”

You glance back at Matthew nervously before looking back at King Alfred, watching as he steps back and goes to sit on his throne. Is it about Uhtred? You think desperately, you really hope it is. You wanted to ask him what you had to discuss, but you had a feeling this was a situation where you listen…not ask questions.

“I have had you kept from your duties for too long y/n” King Alfred tells you as he folds his hands in his lap, his eyes not leaving you. You tensed up at his words, what did that mean? You think nervously. It wasn’t your choice to be away, it was his. You weren’t the only one who had tensed at the king's words, Matthew did as well.

Matthew's eyes never left your frame…he had a feeling he knew where this was going. Neither of you were going to like it.

“I know that today has been hard for you, but you cannot let that distract you from your future” King Alfred said with a stern voice. He felt empathetic for you but like he said, no distractions. You agreed with him, you didn't want this to distract and take you away from your life, but it was a lot easier said than done. You didn't want to think about your future right now, you just wanted to cry and sleep.

“Aethelflaed will be ready to be betrothed soon” King Alfred tells you and you give him a look of confusion, what did this have to do with me? Was Aethelflaed really ready for this? You thought. Matthew and Father Beocca glance at each other, both of them were confident they knew where this was going. Both of them were nervous about what the outcome would be.

King Afred noticed the confusion on your face, and he sat up straighter, he knew you would not like this, but this was necessary…as a king he has to make hard decisions, decisions that would make others angry. But in the end, it would be beneficial for all. “We believe it’s time for you to.”

Matthew watched you with worried eyes as you took in the king's words. You just stood there in shock, you didn't know what to say or think. Your fingers twitched at your side as you avert your eyes down at the floor, you couldn't look at the king right now. Deep down you knew this day would come, where you would have to marry. You were just foolish to think that it would be of your own accords. The King always had a plan, he most likely already has chosen someone for you to marry. You couldn't help but feel a little betrayed. It was never going to be my choice, was it?... Wait, who's we? You think.

Before you could lift your head and ask the King, there was a knock on the door. You lift your head and instead of looking to the king you look to Matthew; he was already looking at you. He was looking for one sign from you, one sign that will tell him to get you out of here, but you never gave him that sign. You stood there strong, your face blank of emotion, but Matthew knew you well enough to know what you were just hiding how you truly felt.

You look back to the king and watch as he nods at the guard, telling them to open the doors. You don't look behind you when the door opens, you just look down at your folded hands in front of you, letting out a shaky breath. I’ll be okay, everything is going to be okay. You repeat again.

“I hope I am not interrupting your majesty” A voice behind you says smoothly. You look up from the ground and turn your head slightly, curious to see who it was. Walking closer to you and the king was a blonde man with piercing blue eyes…he was handsome…but not as handsome as sihtric, oh sihtric. The blonde man glances at you and gives you a small smile before looking at the king, you don't return that smile, you just turn your head and look back down at the floor.

“Nonsense Arthur” King Alfred says with a slight wave of dismal. Arthur smiles politely and nods as he glances back at you, it was obvious you weren't interested in him not one bit but that didn't stop him from taking in your beauty.

King Arthur noticed the way Arthur's eyes went back to you and he felt a little relief that at least one of you seemed interested in the other. King Alfred Clears his throat, causing everyone in the room to look at him. King Alfred turns his head to Arthur “Arthur this is lady y/n”

Arthur looks back at you, happy to know your name. He gives you a smile and a small hello, you give him a poor excuse of a small smile and nod. King Alfred noticed your look and he clenched his jaw, what he was going to say next was only going to anger you more, but he continued.

“Lady y/n this is Arthur of Mercia…your betrothed.”

note: they finally kissed!…but then they had to get separated (sorry) 🙂 I have a love hate relationship with this part! I feel like I kinda rushed them, but oh welll.

So i had more Matthew in this part, i actually love him. He’s going to have a solid part in this series. I also introduced you guys to a new character, his name is Arthur and I am not going to say anything else about his character, it’s going to be a surprise

I really hope you guys enjoyed this part! Please let me know in the comments how you feel! And feel free to send in some asks about the series, I would love to answer them! ☺️

Comments, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated!

Also I wanted to share some face claims, I thought of while writing

Matthew Arthur

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dr4k3n0 · 1 year

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'Drawn to You'

A/n: I've read a few different types of soulmate AU's in the past and I've always wanted to write one.. So this is a soulmate AU and whatever you draw on your skin, appears on your soulmate's skin. Enjoy!

Synopsis: You find out that what you write or draw on your skin appears on your soulmate's skin.

TW: None

Word Count: 1.1k

You sat bored and tired in a large tavern. Your friends had convinced you to come with them to a tavern for a few drinks but you didn't have any drinks besides a small glass of water. You watched as the people danced and played poker while your friends sat with these new men they just met. Rolling your eyes, you took out a pen and began to draw a random face on your hand. You smiled at the way it looked, before drawing an outline around it and adding a ridiculous haircut to it. Giving it a name, you rolled up your sleeve to draw more. At that moment, you were very happy that you brought a pen with you. It satisfied your boredom for a bit, before your friends began to stir up trouble and you had to walk them home.

Meanwhile, Vash and the crew had just settled in a small town and found a cheap hotel to stay the night. They all split ways and went to their individual rooms. Vash entered his room with a stretch before messily kicking off his boots and taking off his warm jacket. He ran his hand through his hair gently, before noticing the creation you had made.

"What the-" Vash said confused.

He didn't remember drawing that.. and he couldn't draw that well anyway. He went to the small bathroom and rolled up his sleeve as he went to wash it off.

"There's more?!" Vash exclaimed seeing the other drawing going up his arm.

He turned on the faucet and began to scrub at the ink but it wouldn't budge.

He scrubbed at the ink for a good 10 minutes before giving up seeing that it didn't even fade. He sighed confused before calling it a night and heading to bed. He thought for a while trying to figure out where these drawings came from, before finally drifting off to sleep. The night seemed to pass by way too fast and the next thing blonde knew, it was morning. He sat up groggily before remembering the drawing on his hand and arm. Sure enough, they weren't there.. Was this all a dream? He thought confused. Seeing a small pen on his bedside table, an idea popped into his head. He decided to draw a very messy-looking flower with a smiley face. He smiled before getting ready and meeting the others.

Now, you had just begun to wake up and decided to start getting ready for work. You worked at a small family-owned business as a waitress. The family was always very kind to you and enjoyed working with you. Stretching, you stood up and got changed. After that, you grabbed a small apple, before putting it in your mouth, and walking out of your house. You eventually made it to work, being greeted by the owner's children and the pleasant aroma of baked goods. You smiled down at the children as they were excited you had arrived. They eventually grabbed your hand and looked at the poorly drawn flower on your hand.

"Did you draw that Y/n?" The child said curiously.

"What do you mean?" You said as you looked down at your hand and saw the flower.

What in the world-? You thought confused.

Examining your hand, you brushed off the confusion before heading in. You started to work, still thinking about the drawing on your hand. How did it get there? What's happening? That was all you thought. You began to sweep the floor a bit, deep in thought as you worked before being startled by a voice.

"Y/n?" A woman's voice said. Snapping out of your thoughts, you looked at the woman who just so happened to be your boss.

"Yes ma'am?" You said smiling a little.

"How many times have I told you that you don't have to call me that, just call me Jess," She said smiling at you.

"Sorry ma- I mean Jess," You said smiling awkwardly.

"What's troubling you?" Jess said.

Surprised by her question, you reply with, "Oh it's nothing, I just woke up with a drawing on my hand that I don't remember drawing and I'm confused about how it appeared,"

Her eyes widen as she smiles at you. "Y/n I think you found your soulmate!" She said excitedly for you.

"What? What do you mean?" You asked confused.

"When you reach a certain age, when you draw or write on your skin they show up on your soulmates," She explained.

You looked at her confused not sure if you should believe it.

"That's how I met my husband," She said happily.

"So your saying, my soulmate drew this on me?" You asked confused.

She nodded happily at you before a customer walked in. "Oh, let's talk later, we have a customer," She beamed at you.

A soulmate..? You thought confused. Taking out your pen, you decided to quickly write a small "Hi" on your hand before hurrying off to take the orders.

Vash sat in the hot car, with little leg space, trying to sleep away the time before he felt a small itch on his hand.

He looked at it confused before seeing a small "Hi" In messy handwriting.

He gasped quietly and was confused seeing the word.

He pulled out the pen he may or may not have stolen from the hotel before writing a small "Hello" below it.

He sighed as he clicked the pen before putting it back in his pocket and trying to sleep again.

Soon another itch appeared on his hand and he looked down at it seeing the words: "What the heck-"

He chuckled a little bit before writing, "What?".

This time he watched as the writing appeared letter by letter on his hand. "This can't be happening-" The words spelled out.

Looking at the words confused before writing back, "What do you mean? What's going on?"

"Is this a real person writing this?" Another set of words said.

"Yes?" He wrote.

The words stopped replying for a moment before saying, "I'll get back to you in about an hour I'm working right now.."

"That's fine Cya I guess?" Vash wrote back.

He looked at his hand confused before hearing a nosy Wolfwood. "So you got a soulmate now Needle-Noggin?" Wolfwood said grinning mischievously.

"Is that what that is?" Vash asked confused.

"Yea that's what it is. You don't know about soulmates?" Wolfwood said laughing at him.

"Shut up," Vash said annoyed as he propped his arm up and looked out the window.

Soulmates huh?

Pt.2 maybe? Lemme know what yall think. Anyway hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading!

#trigun vash #vash the stampede #vash x reader #trigun fluff #trigun stampede #trigun #oneshot #fluff #soulmate AU

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mwahsturns · 6 days

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First choice // Matt Sturniolo Pt 1

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

Contains: cussing, fluff, flirting, talk of death, Semi-proof read! I think that’s it let me know if there’s more! Also if there’s any grammar or spelling mistakes please ignore them 😭🙏🏻

Synopsis: Y/n works at a record store and one day while she’s working two very cute guys walk into the store but one especially catches her eye and later so happens they end up having more then just there music taste in common ;)

Word Count:1,890

Author’s notes: Hii bbys !! <3, So I’ve never written a fic before or posted on tumblr, So I’m sorry if this is bad I’m new at this please go easy on me😭🙏🏻. If you guys have any suggestions, tips or advice please message me I hope you enjoy my new series!!, this took me a very long time to come up with so I hope you love it💗.

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The sound of music always brought me peace, I work at a record shop because I love being around vinyls and just anything music related really. I also really enjoy reading It's always brought me a sense of comfort as well as writing and poetry. Honestly it makes me really happy, and ever since I was a kid I've always written songs and maybe sang a little bit but that’s a secret. I don't know what it is but I always feel like it helps me forget about everything that’s wrong in my life, my parents died when I was 16 so it’s always been just me and my two little brothers. I love them more than anything and I'd do anything for them. Today was just a regular day at work I was putting vinyls on the racks that they go on when two guys walk into the store, I look over and give them a soft smile.

‘hii welcome let me know if you need any help finding any artist or vinyl specifically’ they smile at me and nod as one of the boys catches my eye, I’m a very shy person so I decided not to say anything unless I needed to. After a couple minutes I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned around and saw the guy who caught my eye standing in front of me. ‘hi um i wanted to ask you something’ he seemed very nervous but also very confident weird mix. ‘yes of course how can i help you’ I smiled softly at him hoping to make him more comfortable, ‘do you happen to have “circles” by Mac miller’ he says as he does a side smile. I smile at him as I think about how I also enjoy mac miller.

‘yea over here!’ i walk over and pull it off the rack, ‘this is one of my favorites’ i say chuckling, ‘i really like this one’ he says turning the vinyl around. ‘what other artists do you like?’ ‘i really like d4vd and um frank ocean oh! Omg Dominic Fike omg Tyler the creator?! is so amazing and oh my god i'm rambling im so sorry’ I blushed getting a little nervous, ‘nah you're good’ he smiles as I look up at him and smile softly. We stand there until the guy he came with comes up to him ‘woah you guys twins or am I dumb?’ ‘nahh triplets’ he says laughing ’oh cool” i say and start checking them out. ‘You're the first to not ask us a million and one questions about being triplets’ he chuckles, ‘yea nah y'all will tell me over time’ I smirk i say with my boston accent coming through a little.

‘oh so you plan on getting to know us’ he smirks a little ‘oh totally y’all look cool’ I laugh, ‘you're from boston?’ The other guy says noticing my backpack in the back with the Boston logo. ‘yes i am’ i laugh ‘us too!’ ‘What's your name?’ The guy who got my eye says ‘I’m y/n’ ‘cool im matt and hes chris’ ahh Matt hot guy hot name. ‘cool!’ I hand them the bag and me and Matt make eye contact, ‘have a good day’ ‘thanks you too’ matt says smiling at me. They walk out and i really hope i see them again.

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I finally got to clock out of work It was so tiring and I needed to make sure my little brothers were ok. I get to my car and get settled in and connect my phone to the aux and play “Ivy” by Frank Ocean. I’m so glad to be going home I think as I started driving I decided that I was gonna pick up a pizza for my little brothers because I got paid today and I know how much they love pizza. We aren't broke completely but we definitely struggle sometimes recently things have been rough but I finally got a promotion so it's getting a little easier I got the pizza and started heading home I got home and when i opened the door and my brothers cody and alex run up to me and ‘sissyyyy we missed you’ alex says hugging me, ‘aww i miss you too bud’ ‘sissy you bought pizza!’ Cody says looking like his eyes are gonna pop out of his head.

i walk over to alexa who’s been my best friend for years, she helps me with my brothers and just around the house ‘thank you so much lex’ i say hugging her ‘Of course love that's what best friends are for’ she says smiling softly ‘wanna spend the night and when i put them to bed we can talk?’ ‘yeah okay sure’ Alexa smiles at me while i feed the boys.

I start to give the boys a shower and as i’m showering cody he looks up at me with the biggest smile on his face. ‘sissy I wanna be just like you when i grow up.’ He says playing with the bubbles, ‘aww little c i love you a lot bub and i know one day you’ll be even better than me’ i say tearing up, cody has always been more clingy to me than Alex is but not as much, cody doesn’t like to leave my side and he is the sweetest kid ever. Him saying he wants to be like me does hurt a little because I've been through a lot of shit but the fact that I look strong in his eyes makes up for it all. I put them to bed and Me Alexa got some wine and took a seat on the couch.

‘So how was your day?’ She says sitting next to me. ‘it was good omg lex these two really cute brothers came into the shop and oh my god girl’ I say blushing thinking of Matt ‘speaking of cute brothers you know the guy i was talking to?’ ‘yes why?’ ‘this is him and his brother I’d think you like him’ she turns her phone and pulls out a picture.

‘hold up hold up let me see that?!’ i say taking the phone from her ‘omg thats the cute guys that came in today’ ‘Omg?! yeah i've been talking to chris for a minute now’ ‘matt’s pretty attractive just sayin’ I couldn’t help myself but blush i don’t know what’s wrong with me fuck Y/N get it together. ‘oooo y/n has a crush?’ ‘oh shut the fuck up’ ‘oh come on you haven’t had a boyfriend since your parents died’ she says starting to get serious, ‘i know but my brothers mean the world to me lex i need to make sure there ok i don’t have the time’ I would love to give Matt a chance but i don’t know.

‘your brothers would want you to be happy y/n/n’ she says rubbing my knee, ‘I know but it's not about me being happy i need to make sure there happy i have to be a mother figure to them they need me’ ‘i get that babes but you need to remember you lost them too your only 20 rasing two kids you need to be a kid too especially since you were forced to grow up so quick’ i look at her and nod I mean I understand where she’s coming from but my brothers are all I know. ‘i love you y/n i'm just looking out for you ima head to bed goodnight love’ ‘night babes’ as she walks off and goes to into the guest room i kinda sit there think about what she said and i mean she's right but i can’t risk something happening to my brothers. I head upstairs and head to bed because i have another day of work but holy fuck thank god it's friday.

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I woke up the next morning only because my alarm for work went off and i see it’s 9:44 so i know Alexa is getting my brothers ready for school I get out of the bed and i started to get ready for work. I finished getting ready for work when my younger brother Cody came into the room with tears in his eyes. ‘sis…’ he says in a sad tone I turned around quickly and scooped him into my arms ‘aww what's wrong love?’ i say concerned.

‘i don’t wanna go to school i wanna stay home with you can you please skip work..’ he says in a whiny tone, ‘Aww bub i wish i could help but you know the rules’ When i got custody of cody and alex the court gave me really strict rules to follow, i had to make sure they were always at school, they weren’t falling and that i kept a stable job and make enough money or else they would take them away. ‘I know but i hate being at school kids are mean to me and alex’ i look at him feeling bad but i don’t wanna risk losing them. ‘I’m sorry bub if i could keep you and alex with me 24/7 forever i would’ i say hugging him tightly.

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i got to work over an hour ago and to say its boring is an understatement. Just as i think that i hear the bell ring meaning someone walked into the store, i look up ready to greet them and i realize its matt. ‘Matt? Hey’ i say smiling. ‘Hey um i know this might be weird but i um.. Well so my brother chris the one that was with me last time uh i found out that the girl hes been talking to happens to be your best friend right?’ ‘yeah shes my best friend’ ‘well um she kinda encouraged me to come back..’ ‘what do you mean?’ ‘well i uh wanted to see if you were willing to go out with me… you don’t have to its o-‘ he starts to say but i cut him off. ‘Sure why not’ i say smiling i don’t know what happened but he was too sweet for me to say no to.

‘Wait really?’ ‘yea i mean i can’t deny you are pretty cute..’ ‘well thank you’ he laughs damn something about the way he laughs i dont know but it feels almost addicting to listen to. ‘Uh are you free saturday?’ ‘yeah i am’ i smile ‘sweet! Ill text you’ ‘okay bye matt’ ‘bye” he blushed a little bit as he left the shop. Shit who’s gonna watch cody and alex?!

Author’s notes:heyyy I’m back! So I hope you enjoyed the first part of this series and I’m sorry if there was any typos, spelling mistakes, etc I’ll try to fix the ones I can if I miss anything please let me know but I hope you enjoy and have a great day 💋

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rainywritesx · 1 year

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Synopsis: you, Chan’s girlfriend, decided to bring some spare cupcakes you had baked to the members. Just overall really cute and fluffy, with some of the other skz members also featuring in this :D

I haven’t written anything in a while, and I’m not that familiar with writing for skz, so please bear with me :,) I’m doing my best. Anyway, hope you enjoy! By the way, as of right now I don’t take requests as I’m still figuring out my rules and who exactly I will write for ^^

Warnings: None

Word count: 1183

Okay Y/N, don’t trip, don’t fall, just don’t make a fool of yourself, I told myself as I slowly walked up the stairs towards the practice room where Stray Kids were rehearsing.

I was bored today, so I decided to bake cupcakes. However, stupid me didn’t expect that I would end up making way more than I needed when I used a random recipe from the internet, so I was left with an abundance of them. Chan had told me that they had to practice today, so I thought it would be nice to visit and bring them some of the cupcakes that are left.

As I neared the kids’ practice room, I could hear loudness that increased the closer I got. To my surprise, what I heard wasn’t actually music. Instead, I heard what sounded like loud screams and laughs, making me shake my head. They were messing around again… I chuckled in disbelief.

They probably wouldn’t hear me knocking on the door since they were being so loud, but I still wanted to do it first before coming in. Unsurprisingly, nobody opened the door. I carefully tried to hold the box with cupcakes with just one hand, and then used my other hand to slowly open the door.

It seemed that the members saw the door open, because when I finally saw them, they were all quietly sitting on the couch, smiling ‘innocently’, as if they were about to be in trouble. When they realized it was just me, however, their demeanors dropped. Chan and I made eye contact, and he immediately got up and walked towards me with a happy smile.

“Hey sweetie! I didn’t know you were visiting us today.” He said before trying to hug me, but the box with cupcakes, which he somehow hadn’t noticed, was in the way. I couldn’t help but giggle.

“Well, I baked some cupcakes and—“ Before I could finish my sentence, some of the members were already standing near us, eyeing the box intensely.

“Woowww Y/N made us cupcakes!” I.N said excitedly.

“Yes,” I chuckled. “I felt like baking some today and I made more than I can finish on my own. I assumed you guys might enjoy some as well, and it seems I was right. Should I open the box now or will you have them later?”

“We’ll have them in a moment, I think everyone is still pretty tired from practicing right now.” Chan said. I nodded as I put the box on a cupboard that was next to the couch.

“Yeah, I definitely could hear you guys working really hard and focusing on practicing.” I said in an exaggerated tone, earning a laugh from the rest.

“Well, we were in need of a break anyway, let’s have about 15 minutes off.” Chan said. He had barely finished his sentence when Felix ran out of the room, presumably to go to the bathroom.

“Chan, are you not going to try your partner’s cupcakes?” Han, who had already grabbed one, asked. “Tsss, can you believe him? How rude, she came all the way here for us.” Seungmin teased, earning an eye roll from Chan, who shook his head while making his way over to me.

“How are you doing today? Is practice going alright?” I asked. Chan hummed as he stood next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, and using the other to reach for my hand. (A/N: I have no idea how to describe this position dhdhhchjhj )

“Mhm, everything is going really well so far. We’ve mostly been finetuning the smaller parts of the next comeback’s choreography. We kinda lost focus after a while though.” He chuckled and rested his head on my shoulder (rip if you’re too short/tall for this ig;-;).

“Well, in that case, I think it was a good idea for everyone to have a small break. I’m sure you guys will get your focus back once you’ve rested for a little bit.” He nodded and sighed softly. I could feel him putting a little more of his weight on me.

“Tired?” Chan hummed in agreement. “Do you guys have to be here for much longer?” I could feel him shake his head.

“The Itzy members need the practice room in about an hour.” I nodded.

“Want me to wait here till you’re done, or should I leave?” I could feel him squeeze my hand when I said the second part of my sentence, which made me smile softly. He’s adorable.

“Don’t go, you just got here.” My heart swelled at that comment. Chan and I hadn’t been able to see each other much for the past few weeks, due to him being busy with recording, producing, and practicing in general for the next comeback. Of course I didn’t blame him for it at all, and we still called and texted each other regularly in those weeks, but that is different from being with someone in real life.

“We can hang out after practice is done if you’ve got time.” I nodded, but then realized he couldn’t see me since his head was resting on my shoulder. Smart, Y/N.

“Sure, I’m free for the entire day.” He softly planted a kiss on my cheek, causing me to smile.

“Perfect.” He murmured and kissed my cheek again.

Our little moment was interrupted by various voices shouting “Ew”, making Chan and I turn around, to see the other members looking at us.

“Get a room or something, you two.” Lee Know said before making a gagging noise. Chan rolled his eyes, and the only thing I could do was look down as I could feel my face heating up. I knew everyone was just messing around and they didn’t mind, but it still felt a little embarrassing.

“My eyes! My poor eyes!” Han exclaimed dramatically as he covered his eyes with his hand. His little act didn’t keep up for long though, because he couldn’t help but giggle at his own antics as he put his hands down. I just shook my head.

“Oh wait, what’s that?” Chan asked. “You guys want your break to be cut short?” He smirked as he raised an eyebrow. The others immediately stopped.

“Oh wow look at that, I think I forgot my phone in the cafeteria! Let’s go I.N!” Han said as he pulled the youngest with him out of the practice room. I snorted at the sight, and Chan turned towards me. He shrugged while smiling at me innocently.

“Works every single time, even though I never mean it.” He giggles. I was about to respond when we heard another voice.

“Wait, what?” Lee Know asked, making me stifle a laugh. When Chan wasn’t able to respond, he smirked as he slowly walked towards the door, presumably to look for Han.

“Don’t.” Chan said while trying to keep a straight face, but failing. Before we knew it, Lee Know ran out of the door with Chan following behind him, causing me to shake my head. Children, they’re children I’m telling you.

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yoonlattesworld · 2 years

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Silly daddy

Spoiled little princess masterlist

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Mafia yoongi x little reader

Synopsis: in which you give him a little scare when he couldn't find you after coming home

Genre/warning: little reader,mafia yoongi, use of the word daddy many times (not in a kinky way you dirty minded people), mentions of gun,slight suggestive,mentions of kidnapping.

A/n: heyyy y'all I'm so sorry i randomly disappeared 😭 i was just feeling so unmotivated but i got this idea suddenly and had to write it! First time writing about little space I'm sorry if there's any mistake!

Taglist (open) ♡ @bunnyrhe @rosquilleta @yoonaasa @creatorspalace @shymagda-7 @raineandskye

Author's pov

Yoongi sighed running his hand through his already tousled hair as he entered the oddly quiet house. But his tired and stressed out brain didn't caught that as he took off his shoes and coat before walking towards the living room. His eyebrows furrowed when he saw the tv on with some Disney movie that he forgot the name of. A quiet, raspy chuckle left his lips when he noticed your one white fuzzy sock lying on the couch "y/n?" He sat on the couch leaning back and rubbed his face, sighing tiredly but not hearing any response, he frowned calling you a little louder "y/n? Baby I'm home!" Again, he was met with silence.

Now an uneasy feeling started settling inside him when he suddenly remembered that you didn't came running towards him with your bright smile when he came home. But he was too tired to notice that. "Fuck" he mumbled standing up and walking towards the kitchen. Usually you're always in the living room or tinkering around the kitchen for some sweets when he comes home but the uneasiness only increased with a slight fear when he didn't found you there. His jaw clenched and his eyes darkened as his hand found its way to the gun tucked in his belt as he rushed up the stairs and towards your shared bedroom. His heartbeat increased when he found the room empty and suddenly the thought of your one sock lying on the couch didn't felt cute. Did someone break in? His eyes widened at the thought as he opened every single room in the house and frustrated started filling inside him when he didn't found you anywhere. The thought of one of his rival gang hurting you sent him into another level of fury and fear.

"Y/n! Where are you?!" Yoongi yelled opening the door of your play room but his shoulders slumped when he found it empty too. "Fuck fuck fuck" he cursed loudly reaching for his phone and dialing the number of his right hand man, with his another hand gripping the gun tightly. "Hello?" As yoongi was about to respond, his eyebrows furrowed and his movements halted when he heard a soft giggle. "Hello? Hyung?" Walking towards the sound he responded "namjoon I'll call you later" and cut the call, as he entered the bedroom. And only then, did he noticed the bathroom door slightly ajar with the light peeking from inside. His lips parted when he opened the door and he sighed looking down and rubbing his face, with his hand tucking the gun back in his belt before you could see it.

There you were sitting on the floor, leaned against the cupboard with your pink hello kitty headphones over your head and ofcourse with your one white fuzzy sock on. And he could guess that you were listening to let it go while painting your nails into different shades of pink. "Y/n?" He breathed looking at you with tired eyes and you, who noticed someone standing in front of you, looked up with a giant smile on your face which became brighter when you saw him standing there. "Daddy! You're home!" You squealed gleefully, wrapping your small fingers around his much bigger ones and tugging him towards yourself "yes i am babygirl " he mumbled crouching down and kissing your head, causing you to giggle as you proudly showed him your nails "daddy look!" He hummed delicately holding your hand and smiling softly "it's a pretty pink. So good kitten" you smiled at the praise and hummed kissing his cheek and lips softly before placing the nail paint down as he continued staring at you,with his heart still pounding.

"Y/n " "yes daddy?" "What did i tell you about using big girl things when you're small?" You pouted and looked down to avoid his stern eyes and mumbled "but daddy i was big! I even made my own cup noodles but then i became small when i saw these hello kitty nail paint and headphones!" You whined not liking him scolding you causing him to scoff and smirk. Yeah he's created a spoiled brat. "Are you sure you were big when you made your noodles?" He mumbled pulling you on his lap, Chuckling raspily when you snuggled in his chest and started playing with his tie like you always do "yes i promise i was daddy. They were yummy" you nodded laying your head on his chest as he pressed multiple kisses on your head, inhaling the scent of your peachy shampoo.

"Babygirl" he murmured and you hummed "yes daddy" "next time paint your nails and listen to music on the couch yeah?" "Why?" You asked looking at him with big eyes and he bite his lip "hmm so you can show your dolls your pretty nails too. You can't place all of them here right? They won't fit" yes you have many many dolls. You nodded immediately and stood up "yes! I didn't think about my dollies they must be lonely " you pouted starting to walk out of the bathroom. And suddenly, his eyes darkened for a completely different reason when his eyes caught the sight of your favorite blue panties under his hoodie you were wearing. "Daddy should i do your nails too? I'll do yours blue" you chirped giggling and you skipped towards the bedroom door but you gasped and squeaked when he suddenly held your wrist and pulled you back, gripping your hips under the hoodie as he bite his lip, staring at you with hooded eyes "next time baby." He murmured grazing the band of your panty and you gasped when he started pressing wet kisses on the sensitive skin of your neck, whimpering softly when he sucked a small bruise. Your hands gripped his shoulders and you whimpered when he mumbled "you look so beautiful, my pretty baby" you whined and whispered "daddy m' feeling wet" "i know babygirl " he grunted as you moaned out "o-oh yoongi " when he started rubbing your clothed cunt against his hardness. "You back doll?" He murmured picking you up and placing you on the bed. "I-i wanted to paint your nails- oh" you moaned as his fingers rubbed your clit gently "i don't think you can do that any time soon angel. You won't be walking by the time I'm done with you" he groaned roughly taking off his jacket and shirt.

"That's what you get for scaring me like that" he grunted slamming his cock inside your cunt as you held his shoulders, scratching his back ,all the while moaning his name loudly.

Well, if you can get this kind of punishment then you're planning on listening to loud music hidden away in some room every time he comes home-

"Don't even think about doing this again" he growled pounding inside you causing you gasp ,both because of the pleasure and because you think he can read your mind.

You're definitely going to do that again

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scirelistener · 10 months

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CRUEL SUMMER 🎶

leon kennedy x reader

synopsis : after the events of re4 and yes luis is alive (fuck the canon), the gang hit the karaoke. leon falls in love again after watching you have fun.

Leon and Luis could only watch with amusement, one smiling while one let out a boisterous laugh as you and Ashley excitedly sang into the microphone; the contagious smiles spreading to the two men watching.

It was Ashley’s idea to all go to a karaoke before going back to her father. While Leon had denied, you and Luis eagerly agreed and without a say, the American agent was dragged with.

Though Leon was indeed tired from the mission and wished to go back home, he was glad to come as he got to see something he hadn’t seen in a while.

You having fun.

“I'm drunk in the back of the car

And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (oh)

Said, "I'm fine, " but it wasn't true

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you!!” You gladly took the part with a dramatic act while Ashley carried on with the next line, giggles seeping through her words as she laughed from your silly antics.

“And I snuck in through the garden gate

Every night that summer just to seal my fate (oh)

And I screamed for whatever it's worth

"I love you, " ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

He looks up grinning like a devil!!”

“IT’S NEWWW!!”

As you two giggle and sing without a care in the world, Leon watched with a fond smile. Specifically, at you. You who looked so relaxed with a big, toothy grin on your face as you dance around with Ashley. You who threw your head back as you laughed, the light from the TV screen highlighting your facial features. (God, did you look more beautiful than ever.) You who noticed his stare and laughed again, sending a small wave before going back to singing.

You who weren’t burdened by the blood stained on your hands.

You who weren’t an agent on a mission.

Just you.

“Oi, Yanqui.” Leon snapped out of his trance and looked at Luis who had a sly grin on his face. “You’re smiling, finally! And of course, it’s because of our little cantante over here, huh.” The spaniard said loud enough to be able to be heard through the music, elbow nudging Leon’s side.

While Leon let out a quiet scoff that only fed to Luis’s amusement, his eyes couldn’t help, but to wander back to you.

As he found himself smiling again, Leon thought to himself, “A smile suits you more than anything.”

And he’d do anything to protect your smile.

a/n : first writing on tumblr 😨 i wrote this under 30 minutes so there wasn’t any checking for spelling mistakes and shit, my bad 😭 y’all taylor’s music does something to you istg. i was struggling to even write a SENTENCE but then i listen to cruel summer? my hand starts typing like it’s on autopilot

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x gn reader #leon kennedy resident evil #re4 #ashley graham #luis serra

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fandxmslxt69 · 11 months

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Holidays With Them <3

Steven Grant x f!muslim!reader, Jake Lockley x f!muslim!reader, Marc Spector x f!muslim!reader

Warnings: Absolutely tooth rooting fluff, ohmy god it is so so sweet you'll get a cavity. Lots of religion talk, food talk too. This is written with an Arab hijabi reader in mind so yes, it is a female reader!

A/N: AHHHH YOU DONT GET THE GIGGLES I GOT WHILE WRITING THIS!!! There is such a big lack of muslim!reader fics out there so it's my new mission to PUT THEM out there for the sake of me, and all of you pretty baes who asked for a tag or reached out about how touching the little blurb was, THANK YOU.

Synopsis: Disgustingly sweet Ramadan and Eid activities with your favourite boys

Word count: 2215 (sigh. I told you guys.)

Steven Grant:

Steven’s a very curious soul, and he’s the kind of person who adores learning about new places, people and cultures. So you can imagine when you first started dating, he was already knee deep in studies of Arabian cultures and traditions (he’s a nerd but he’s cute).

He’s regularly a very comforting person but you swear you’ve never met anyone who you feel so free and open to talk about your heritage and religion with. Naturally, when Ramadan and Eid came around, Steven was actually beyond excited. While he may have done a lot (and I mean a lot.) of research, he also loved listening to you talk for hours about traditions and Islamic history, so he absolutely made sure to sit down and ask at least a million questions, half of which you know he knew the answer to, he just wanted to hear it from you.

By the time the first week had passed, he’d taken time off from work and decided he was just going to stay home with you for the rest of it even after you protested multiple times.

He loves spending the mornings with you! On the early mornings when you decide to stay up after Fajr (which is often) he takes over from Marc to stay up with you. You’re sitting on the couch reading through your daily pages of the Qur’an, while he’s sitting at his cluttered desk, bent over a new book with highlighters and pens scribbling in the book margins.

It’s peaceful and calming and you can’t help the way your heart squeezes every time you look up and glance at him. You felt incredibly blessed to be able to spend such an important holiday with such kind-hearted souls. It made it feel like the world was smiling down on you. When you got tired and started feeling your eyes drooping shut, you heard Steven shuffle over, gently tucking your copy of the Qur’an out of your hands and onto the table, carefully scooping you up and carrying you to bed. It became a routine. You’d wake up for Suhoor and have a quick meal- and like clockwork as soon as you finish Fajr prayer, Steven comes shuffling out of the room, tugging on a fluffy sweater with a little yawn. He grabbed a cup of water, gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, before settling at his desk. There was barely any talking, it was just a comfortable silence. He’d interrupt with the occasional question, or maybe a little fun fact- “Did you know ancient Egyptians didn’t use the wheel until the Old Kingdom?” You hummed, looking up from your reading. “Really? Makes sense. Stones were too heavy for wood anyway,”

He’d nod, smile, then turn back to reading. Other than that, there were no interruptions. He liked it, especially when you felt good enough to do your Quran reading out loud. It made him happy, listening to you read in your mother tongue- and while he was never a religious person, it filled him with a weird feeling. He didn’t understand a word of it, but it reminded him of poetry- not something he could entirely understand or relate to, but still beautiful. Especially beautiful when you have enough courage to explain what you understand from different parts. It was a form of intimacy to share such sacred and important things with one another- it was a level of trust you both valued beyond anything else.

He decided this was his favourite time of the day then, and he thrived in the gentle atmosphere of the month- how could he not like spending lazy mornings with you for so long? If he could, he’d never work again, he’d simply stay home and spend forever with you. While that isn’t possible in this reality, he’s more than happy to have this month as a forever.

Marc Spector:

Marc was very different from Steven. He was not the kind to research every small aspect, or to encourage you to give him a long lecture about your culture. He was more of a silent lover who showed his lover through small, quiet gestures. He wakes you up every night for Suhoor, leaving a small meal for you in the fridge because he knows Steven would forget. You realised after the first few days, your prayer mat and abaya had gone missing and you had asked him about it, he said he had moved them somewhere quieter. When you had found them, you felt your heart ache so deeply you thought you were dying. He had moved it all to a small corner of the living room, clutter moved out and thoroughly cleaned, with little lanterns and a small plant there. The prayer mat was laid out, along with your Quran and it smells faintly of musk. You thought you might die right then and there as you processed the fact that he had put together a small prayer corner for you. When you’d try to ask him about it, he’d simply shrug, muttering about how “it’s not that big of a deal honey, just glad you liked it.” He doesn’t get that it is a big deal.

It took a little longer for you to realise that Marc had stopped going out for his…nightly activities. At first, you thought that maybe there just weren’t any new missions, but after a while you knew that something was up because now, he’s staying at home every night. Right after you had Iftar and cleaned up with Jake, Marc would take over, arguing to set up a movie and spend the night cuddling on the couch. When you brought it up, he acted like it was a normal thing. “You said this was a month to get rid of bad things like sex right? Well, sex has been removed from the equation, but violence is still a bad thing,” He shrugged. “Didn’t wanna ruin your time with all the blood on my hands,” You turned to face him properly, frowning. “You’re not ruining anything! Habibi, it’s your duty, isn’t it? Wouldn’t Khonshu get mad?” Marc hummed, tightening his arm around your waist. “Don’t care about him.” “Marc-” “Shhhh, enjoy the movie, baby. I’ve got it figured out, yeah? Besides, I like spending my nights with you, makes me happy that you want to spend this special time with me,” “Well obviously I do,” You leaned into him. “This means you’ll walk with me to Friday prayers now?” He chuckled. “Of course,”

You notice after that talk that he starts opening up a lot more. You noticed he’d ask about kosher food when you went out for Iftar on those off days. And you felt beyond proud and overjoyed when you saw him pulling out his kippah one day. He didn’t wear it, but you knew it was just the next step. Him considering it flooded you with joy- that maybe he’s healing a little every day and that it’s getting better slowly.

Marc was also very good at another important thing: Period comfort. Your period came as it always did, full speed ahead and a pain in the ass, but Marc is always always there at the ready, this time even more. He makes sure you’re super hydrated, there’s always a water bottle beside you at all times- he makes sure you take the painkillers the first day since it’s always the worst, and he gives the best massages. He’s even gone the extra mile to pull up hours long Quran videos on youtube so you can listen to them as you try to fall asleep.

He was a quiet, gentle lover who swept through like a soft breeze that caressed your cheek and left rain kisses on your face.

Jake Lockley:

Jake was a romantic, as much as he hated to admit it (and he really hated it). While he’s definitely not as planted in education as Steven is, he’s still incredibly touched when you ask him to help you make Iftar for the first time. In all honesty, he’s never really learnt much about religions and cultures, so it’s definitely new to him but he feels like he won a lottery every time you share a glimpse of your childhood with him, or your favourite traditions or religious stories. With everything he’s been through in life, he’s never really had much time to learn about other people but he’s definitely very happy to learn now, especially from you. One of his new, all time favourite pastimes is making meals in the kitchen with you. While you’re just two people for the evening, he constantly insists on making many different dishes each night. He’s always the one to go out grocery shopping, whether after a taxi shift or just randomly on an afternoon, he just whips out a list and goes on a whim. He adores spending afternoons with you trying out all sorts of different foods. While he’s not a master chef, he definitely has good talent, but it’s honestly not even the food that makes it fun, it’s just the domestic task being done with you. He can’t help but feel all sappy and emotional over it. It’s just really hard for him to believe that he’s spent so long hurting and alone but now he’s got all this love and care all coming from you- for him. He feels so overwhelmed in moments like these when he forgets that hurt, and he just feels so understood and loved.

As the days roll around, he starts spreading out more. He’s researching a dozen new recipes every day, a million Youtube tutorials and a notebook full of scribbles for different ideas to try with you. It becomes your thing then, like movie nights with Marc and early morning studying with Steven- cooking with Jake just fit in so easily. He’s cheesy, so much that he’d start dancing with you right there- while you may not be playing music in those days, he’s still humming along to your wedding song as he spins you around a few times, before picking you up and placing you on the counter, insisting that “my princesa shouldn’t have to cook after fasting all day. I’ve got hands, I can do it,” He makes use of every single moment you can get together but he also makes sure to give you your space and time to fulfil your tasks for the month.

One of the harder things for Jake was definitely putting a pause on the mercenary stuff. He’s not the kind to say no to Khonshu, and he takes a sort of…pride in his missions. It keeps him occupied on those nights and makes him feel useful, so when Marc said he wasn’t doing the missions for the month, Jake was definitely hesitant. He understood why, of course, and got why it’s important but he wasn’t sure how to just drop the job for so long. In the end though, he doesn’t regret it one small bit.

Best part about Jake though? Eid shopping. While Steven is definitely the one with a bit more appreciation for clothing, Jake is all in for style and spoiling his favourite girl. It’s the last few days of the month, and you’re just dragging one another from one store to the next. You try on at least a million different outfits before guys settle on something cute, simple and elegant. He’s also always always determined on buying you new hijabs EVERY TIME you go out, despite you already having many at home, he insists on getting new ones so you have “extras in case anything happens” (let’s be honest, he just likes spending money on you.) He will absolutely NOT let you pay for your Eid clothes, it’s happened more than once where you’ll just be struggling against each other only for him to be the one to reach out and tap his card and pay. He gets all smug and happy about it while you just grumble but in the end he makes up for it, always, with ice cream.

He’s very damn insistent on goody bags too. While you guys don’t have kids, Jake absolutely goes insane every time he sees the little kids at mosques. He’s very sure to buy at a loooot of chocolate and candy boxes and spends those last few nights with you after Iftar on the living room floor, bags sprawled out everywhere and a bad sitcom in the background as you fill up a hefty amount of bags to hand out. The kids adore him, because he’s funny and sweet and let’s them mess around with him, and the kids have just taken to following you outside after Eid prayers because they know Jake’s going to be outside, leaning against his car and waiting for you to come.

You always come back to him of course, whether exhausted after work or thrilled after a beautiful morning at the mosque, you always come back, as he always comes back to you too.

Nothing’s keeping him away from his girl, and the wide smile on your face throughout the day as you go out to celebrate? He can’t help but feel like he’s the luckiest man alive.

Thanks for reading <3 Please reblog if you've made it this far and enjoyed! Tags for you cuties: @whatthefishh @winterbiipp @looneytooz @twwcs @ahookedheroespureheart

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