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lulunothulu · 20 days

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“Talking to the moon”

Tyler Owens x Reader

Summary: After missing the flight meant to mend your relationship, Tyler is left with anxiety. Thinking you’re planning on breaking up with him, Tyler tries his best to reach you—even talking to the moon.

Inspired by this post and “Talking to the Moon” by Bruno Mars 💗💗 @hunterthecharmer this one is for you.

He felt miserable.

Every time he tried to distract himself from that argument, he felt like the weight of the world was falling on his chest.

It’d been almost a few days since Tyler had last seen and spoken to you and he was absolutely dying to hear from you.

You must’ve been so angry at him. Especially after he’d accidentally missed the plane that was meant to take you both on vacation.

You’d both been arguing about anything and everything for the past couple of weeks before the actual day of the flight.

“Tyler,” you’d say. “Why can’t we just have a weekend? Just one, for ourselves?”

“You know I can’t baby,” he’d tell you, watching as your face grew hard. “There’s a huge tornado that’s supposed to hit and I have to be here to document it.”

“You don’t have to, you want to.” You spat.

He’d watch as you’d shake your head and walk away and then feel like he’s whole world was spinning.

Tyler knew you were right, but he couldn’t help himself. Chasing had become like a drug to him, addicting and overpowering.

That’s why he vowed to give you that weakened trip you’d been begging for. He’d booked a trip to Nashville for the weekend, thinking it would be a great way to get away from everything.

Except, when the day to catch the flight came along a beautiful F3 tornado decided to make its way into a town an hour away.

“Tyler I swear to god if you go,” you started. “I will leave and you’ll regret it.”

“Baby,” Tyler breathed. “It’s an F3! It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity to—”

“You know what,” you interrupted. “Just go. If you’re not in the airport and on the plane by the time we have to leave, just know I will not be happy with you.”

Tyler kisses your forehead, smiling before promising he’ll be on the plane.

———

“Boone, get a shot of that!” Tyler yells, happily smiling up at the cyclone before them.

Boone points the camera toward the tornado, whooping loudly and excitedly. “Look at the beaut, folks!”

Tyler anchors the truck to the ground, smiling and then adjusting his harness. He turns to Boone and smiles before asking, “You ready to shoot some rockets, Boonie?”

Boone beans at Tyler before whooping again as the tornado passes over them, rockets flying up and swirling around along with the debris in the tornado.

“Whoooo! That was somethin’ wasn’t it?” Tyler says to the camera.

Boone smiles, “That was the best one yet, Ty!”

“Alright, Boone,” Tyler starts. “Let’s get back so I can finish packing.”

By the time Tyler got back to the house and then to the airport, he’d missed his flight.

“Fuck!” He muttered to himself. You were going to be pissed.

———

“Tyler, what the actual fuck?” You whisper-screamed.

You’d just landed in Nashville and were walking toward the rental car station, suitcase in tow and anger flaring.

You couldn’t believe he’d forgotten. You weren’t surprised, though. This wasn’t the first time he’d forgotten something important.

There was your third anniversary dinner that you’d spent all day preparing, his own birthday, when your parents came into town…you could list more, but your were pissed enough.

“Baby I’m so sorry,” he apologized. “I’ll be on the next flight there, just give me a few hours.”

“No, Tyler. Don’t bother coming,” you tell him, tears pricking your eyes and anger turning into pure disappointment.

You felt like you were breaking. Every inch of your heart wanted to explode in hurt, eyes wanting to give in and cry—but you willed yourself not to.

You wouldn’t be the person crying in an airport.

“I’ll see you next Monday,” you tell him, hanging up and turning your phone on ‘Do Not Disturb’.

Once in your rental car, you let the tears come. They spill down your cheeks, almost blinding your vision.

How could he do this? He was the one that set everything up!

You knew he’d never change and that’s what hurt you the most. You’d asked for three days. THREE DAYS. And he couldn’t even give you them.

Grief and pain washed over you and by the time you reached the hotel, you were exhausted and feeling the depression hit you hard.

You checked in, grabbed your hotel key, and then made your way upstairs.

The room was beautiful. A view of all of Nashville, the city lights started to illuminate into the room like the moon back home would.

You wished Tyler was there.

He could’ve been there had he not missed his flight.

Tears prick your eyes again but you blink them away.

Just because Tyler want there, didn’t mean you couldn’t attempt to have a good time.

Tomorrow, things would be better.

———

Tyler trudged back into y’all’s house, suitcase being thrown to the side as he angrily closed the front door.

How could he have forgotten? What kind of an asshole forgets he planned a romantic getaway and then not even show up to the airport?

Tyler wasn’t much of a crier, but right now he couldn’t help but cry.

He was so angry at himself. Angry that he let you down…again. He knew this wasn’t a first time thing. He knew this was grounds for a break up and by god did he deserve it.

He’d acted like an asshole and despite his lack of trying, he’d become the asshole of all assholes.

He wiped his eyes with the palms of his hands before walking to y’all’s room. Your side of the bed was strew with clothes you’d decided to leave, some makeup products scattered on top.

Tyler gently picked up one of your dresses, smiling down sadly at the material before pressing it to his face and sniffing the lingering scent your sweet perfume.

Tears pick up again as he holds the dress close to his body.

“Please don’t be mad at me,” he cried softly. “Please don’t leave me.”

Tyler’s shoulders shook as he sobbed, holding your dress before grabbing one of your shirts from the bed and pressing it close to his body. He’d broken your heart and yet, he feels like the one who’s broken.

He should’ve payed attention to the time. He should’ve just stayed home in stead of going chasing today.

He should’ve tried harder.

Sniffling his tears away and then laying your clothes on the bed again, Tyler walks to the balcony door in the back of the room. He swings the door open and leans on the railing, sighing to himself.

“Maybe I should try to call her,” he thinks out loud.

Tyler pulls his phone out of his pocket, dialing your number but frowning when you send him straight to voicemail. He tries again, frown growing when you send him to voicemail again.

“Hi you’ve reached…”

God damnit.

“Baby,” he whispers after the beep of your voicemail, looking up at the moon. “Please forgive me. Answer the phone.”

He takes a deep breath, still looking up at the white moon before him.

“The moon looks lonely tonight,” he continues. “It’s the same moon we always look up at but without you here, it feels different.”

He sighs, choking back a sob.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers again. “Please, please, call me back.”

That’s how Tyler ended his night for the next few days. By the time Monday rolled around, he knew he had to go get you from the airport.

To say he was scared was an understatement. Tyler was petrified. He didn’t know what he was getting himself into when you get off that plane.

You’d just texted him that you were waiting at baggage claim and Tyler’s hands were sweating as they gripped the steering wheel.

He’s brought a bouquet of flowers in hopes that it will soften the blow. But as soon as he walked into baggage claim and made eye contact with you, something in the air shifted.

———

You texted Tyler you were getting your bags with a sigh. You’d ignored all of his texts and calls the past few days and now that you were home, all you wanted to do was hear Tyler’s voice.

You felt like shit. Hair in a messy bun at the nape of your neck and clothed in leggings and one of Tyler’s sweatshirts, you make your way through baggage claim and retrieve your bag before turning toward the exit to see a disheveled Tyler walking your way.

Tyler’s eyes were rimmed red, hair messy and face scruffier than usual. In one hand, he held a bouquet of flowers, the other was twiddling with the hem of his black shirt.

It felt almost like a movie. As soon as Tyler’s eyes met yours, all the anger you felt toward him disappeared. Nothing but worry and love remained in your heart as you quickly made your way toward him.

“Tyler,” you whisper when you finally reach him.

“Baby,” he chokes out.

He looks ready to cry any second so you take the opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck, brushing the soft part of his neck and burying your face into him.

When he wraps his arms around your waist, you feel his shoulders relax and then shake.

“I’m so sorry,” he quietly says, his tears trickling down your cheek.

You pull away enough to face him, brows knitted together and wipe his eyes.

“Please don’t cry, Tyler,” you tell him. “It was an honest mistake.”

“I’ve been terrible to you and I see that now,” he continues. “I shouldn’t have forgotten about the flight. I should’ve—”

You stop him with a kiss, deep and full of forgiveness and love. When you pull away, you smile up at him.

“Tyler, I know how you are,” you tell him. “Let’s just start fresh. Okay?”

Tyler eagerly nods, kissing you again before letting you go and grabbing your suitcase. “Let’s get home.”

“Wait,” you stop him, grabbing a snow globe you picked up from one of the Nashville shops. “I got you this.”

In the small globe sits a man playing a guitar while looking up at a moon.

“I talked to the moon,” you start. “It said I should forgive you so I figured this would be a nice gift to symbolize that.”

Tyler’s eyes tear up before he kisses your forehead and says, “I love it. And I love you.”

“Good, be use I love you too.”

This took me two days to write because I couldn’t work out how to end it and I STILL don’t truly like it so I’m sorry 😭 check out my Masterlist for more fics!!! 🫶🏼

#glen powell #fanfic #tyler owens headcanon #tyler owens x y/n #tyler owens x reader #tyler owens oneshot #twisters 2024 #twisters

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evandsolo · 1 month

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Home is where you are. | ft. Choi San.

choi san x reader genre : fluff, established relationship, slice of life words : 1,790. trigger warning : none ! if you see some, please tell me. plot : it's your first anniversary with the love of your life. you just spend the night together. side note : i just love San so much, i wanted to write the cutest thing with him ! I hope I gave him justice !

It’s already been a year. The best year of your life if you had to be fully honest. A year since he said he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side. You knew San for a long time before, but could you imagine how amazing your life would be today ? You’ve never felt so loved before, so understood, so cherished, even though his work was taking a lot of his time. He always made sure to have enough time to spend with you.

“I can't wait to be home and to be with you again” he said on the phone last night making your heart flutter so fast. “I Can't wait either. Will you be home when I get back from work?” You asked, hoping for a positive answer “I'm landing in the morning. I'll probably have to make a stop by the agency before heading home but I'll be there. I promise.”

Your day was full of meetings and appointments, but you loved your job so much. You had a lot of responsibilities and you've never felt so accomplished in your life ever before. You kept on checking your phone every time you had the chance to. You wanted to make sure your boyfriend arrived safely, but the text did not arrive as soon as you hoped it would. He was supposed to arrive in the morning. He always texted you when landing. He probably had forgotten, you knew he had a lot of things to do. Or maybe the plane was running late. For a second you thought about checking his flight, just to reassure yourself. But it'd be a little bit extra. You let the hours pass by, until it was time for you to go home. Still no news of your lover. You can’t help but start to worry. It’s not usual for him to remain silent, especially when he comes home from a long trip.

You hoppe in a taxi trying to call his best friend, who also became yours over time. “Yeah ?” answers Wooyoung’s voice on the other side of the phone. “Good lord, you’re alive !” Relief can be heard in your voice. “Of course I am ! Are you okay y/n ?” Okay ? How can you be ? “ I haven’t heard from San since you took off the plane, is he still with you ?” you ask. please please please, tell me he is with you. “No, he left the agency a few hours ago, but I'm pretty sure his phone died. You don’t have to worry, y/n” You try real hard to hold back your tears. “Yeah, I hope you’re right. Thanks Woo.” You finish, hanging out the call. Why hasn't he reached out to you yet ? On that day that seemed so special for the both of you.

Your way home is full of questions and worries. You try to call him up but you end up again by falling on his voicemail without even a tone. Wooyoung was probably right after all, there was no need to be worried.

You unlock your door and suddenly your heart stops in your chest. A soft dim light is diffused in the whole apartment, and the floor is covered in red petals. The room is filled with the sound of your favorite melody. All the pieces of the puzzle are assembled and you finally realize what was going on. Your eyes are starting to fill with tears as you move into the room. He stands up here, behind the central island of the kitchen. His eyes finally reach you and you can see the widest smile on his face. “ Hi gorgeous !” He says, in his joyful voice.

Your bag falls on the ground, and you run into his arms, burying your face into his chest. You were so worried, that seeing him here was the biggest relief ever. “I’m happy to see you too, baby.” He chuckles. “ I missed you, and you didn’t send any text. I thought something bad happened to you.” You admit, keeping your face close to his heart so you could hear his heartbeat. “ My phone died before I left the agency and I didn't have any battery left in the other one. But I had to come home fast.” You sigh in relief. You finally took a second to reach out to his lips and pressed yours against it. “I missed that.” He says, when you step back.

“What were you cooking? It actually smells so good !” You ask, leaning on the counter to see into the pot. “A Sundubu-jjigae. Your favorite.” He answers, putting a kiss on your temple. “You really make my life feel like a dream, Sannie.” You were so lucky to have him. The sound of your favorite jazzy melody echoed in the room. Everything was so damn perfect. “ Would you like to dance with me ?” He asks, behind your back. “Here ? But the kitchen is way too small, we don't have enough space to dance.” You say, pointing at the room around you. “We won’t be fancy waltzing for sure, but I just want to have you close and swing to music.” He puts his hands around your waist and you wrap your arms around his neck, and starts swinging softly around the room. Soft light coming from the little spots and candles around the room made it even warmer. That was comforting. You always dreamed of those kinds of moments, but never thought it could be real. But here you are, slow dancing in the arms of the love of your life. “ I’m so thankful for the life we share.” You whisper, eyes riveted in his. He was gentle, understanding. The most caring and beautiful soul you’ve ever seen in your life. He makes you turn around yourself and you can’t help but giggle. “I’m thankful for you, y/n” He murmurs in your ear. keeping you close to him. The music changed, and sadly you stopped the moment.

It was time for you to freshen-up a little, as the dish was finishing to stew. You had a few minutes before you. Once you reach the room, you find a giant box on the bed. The bow on it doesn't fool you. You also had a present prepared for your lover, but this ! This was quite wild. “Love ? What's in there?” You shout from the room. “Open it, you'll love what's inside !” Curious, you pull the piece of fabric to open the box’s lid. It’s absolutely full of things, and every little detail makes your heart warmer. Twelve items, for twelve months of love. A giant bear plushie, some candies, your favorite perfume, a very pretty bracelet. amongst everything there was a silky sleepwear set. Two cats were embroidered on the top, right on the heart position. It was the cutest thing you’ve ever witnessed, and it was quite special to you. It was personalized and showed how much attention he puts in everything you said or shared this past year. You took the time to admire every single item, before heading to the bathroom for a few minutes.

“So ? You like… Wow ! Hello Baby.” He says, appearing in the door frame, making your smile become wider. The way he was looking at you, could make you fall in love again. “How did I get that lucky ?” He asks, as you turn to him. He had so much love in his eyes. That's something you have never witnessed ever before. And the way he looked just like a prince out of a fairytale. His half buttoned shirt, rolled out sleeves, perfectly adjusted to his good amount of muscles. He couldn't look more handsome than this. “ You ain’t bad either, love.” You answer him with a little voice both amused and lascivious. You loved the way his honeyskin stood out even more thanks to his white shirt. He probably would be even more handsome without, but you’ll keep that for later.

You grab the small box on the dresser before heading towards him and placing a kiss at the corner of his jaw. “Here’s yours. Open it.” You invite him, a little smile on your lips. You waited for this for days. You knew he'd be so happy. “What’s in there ?” He says, looking at it closely. But it was just a box, no brand, no distinctive signs of anything. “Just open it !” You press him with all your impatience. You couldn’t wait any longer. He opens the upper part, just to discover a gorgeous beige necklace. “Babe ?” He says, a little bit lost, when taking the object in his big hands. You can’t help but giggle. “You should just read the paper in it, before looking at me like that.” He took it with concern, and read the lines you handwritten him earlier on.

Hi ! It’s me, Byeol.

Apparently, you told mom you were hoping to grow the family one day. So here I am the first addition to our family. I may not be a human baby, mom says it’s a little bit too soon, but she said to me you’d be the happiest kitten dad in the world.

I can’t wait to meet you ! You and mom will come and get me tomorrow morning.

See ya, Byeol !

“Is it real ?” He said, lifting his head up to you, his eyes sparkling with joy. You nod your head quickly, happiness reading in your features. “But you said because of your allergy we couldn’t have cats !” His cautiousness made your heart flutters. “It’ll be okay, I've discussed with doctors and I was able to be desensitized, so we will be able to accommodate her.” You didn’t tell him anything to keep the surprise total. And it worked just as you expected. “ You did that for me ?” He asks, wrapping his giant’s arms around you. “ Yeah. You wanted to have a cat for so long now. I knew you’d be happy.” He leans to you, to kiss you deeply. “Do you know how much I love you ?” He says against your lips, making you smile as you step back a little. “I’d probably love you more after the diner. Because you cannot imagine how hungry I am.” You say, leaving his arms to run to the kitchen.

From the hallway you can hear him yelling with joy and saying "Guys! I’m going to be a cat daddy!" Probably a voice message he sent to his best friend, impatient to share the big news. You couldn’t help but laugh.

Life was so good by his side, you hoped it would remain like that, forever. Even how fast, crazy and amazing it is. It’s just as perfect as you expected it to be.

I really hope you appreciated it, do not hesitate to reblog or to leave a note i’d love to read all about your thoughts. ✿

#ateez #kpop imagines #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #choi san #choi san x reader #san x reader

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jojo-schmo · 6 months

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Happy 2nd anniversary to the amazing Kirby and the Forgotten Land <3

#this is small but filled with my love :)#I love these boys very very much!!#and their adventure together will inspire me for a long time!!#kirby and the forgotten land #bandana waddle dee #kirby #Elfilin #art #kirby series

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dragonitepaw · 6 months

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Happy anniversary Kirby and the Forgotten Land !!! 🚙

2 already 😭😭 it still feels so new 🥺

#kirby #elfilin #fecto elfilis #kirby and the forgotten land #nintendo #kirby fanart #hoshi no kaabii

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scarlett-or-wtv · 2 months

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Stupid Letters, Stupid Flowers.

A Chris Sturniolo X Reader Fanfiction

In which: Chris broke up with y/n over something stupid. Months later, she’s cleaning out her closet to move when she finds a shoebox filled with things he had given her over the years. Stupid Letters, Stupid Flowers.

Warnings: angst, crying

A/N: I asked you guys if I should write this on a poll and you said yes so here it is, Stupid Letters, Stupid Flowers.

I was honestly glad about moving. New state, new start. Thats what I told myself.

My floor was riddled with random items, boxes stacked in the corner as I packed my room. I was gonna miss my room, it was my comfort place after all.

I picked through the last items in my closet, my clothes already packed away into various suitcases and boxes.

My eyes landed on a shoebox in the back corner. I looked at it confused for a second before getting onto my tippy toes to grab it. I slid it off the shelf and and almost fell trying to catch it. The box fell to the floor, the lid sliding partially off.

My heart sank as I saw what was under the lid. Of course. I had forgotten all about that. I hesitantly picked up the box before carrying it over to my bed. I sat down and took the lid completely off. I sifted through the contents, nothing but Stupid Letters and Stupid Flowers. Full of broken promises.

A tear fell from my cheek, landing on one of said letters, the words at the bottom of the paper caught my eye. “Ill love you, always and forever.” A lie, of course. Because Chris had broken up with me for the stupidest of reasons.

Rain poured over me as I knocked on his door, when he finally answered, he didn’t look happy to see me.

“Im sorry. Im so sorry. My car broke down on the way and my phone died and I couldn’t text you. Please let me make it up to you.” I rambled desperately.

“Its our 3 year anniversary and you didn’t even show up.” He said angrily. His tone made me shiver more then the cold rain.

“I had to walk all the way here. Im sorry I really tried to be here on time.” I apologized again.

“Just go home. Its done, we’re done.” He muttered. My heart sank.

“Don’t say that. I really am sorry, okay? Just let me fix it.” I begged as a tear on my cheek mixed with the rain.

“No. Just go home y/n.” He repeated.

“Please don’t do this. I love you.” I sobbed out my words as I pleaded with him.

“Go.” He said before shutting the door in my face.

It wasn’t until later that I found out the real reason he had broken up with me, someone new. He was just looking for any excuse to break up with me so he could be with her, what was her name again? Oh right, Hannah.

If she wasn’t absolutely gorgeous I would say it was his loss, unfortunately, she’s much prettier than me. Her long straight brown hair and her perfect body, perfect teeth, she was simply, perfect. In a way I could never be.

He wanted her, I should accept that. But then again, if he really loved me those 3 years, he wouldn’t have replaced me.

I walked over to my desk again and pulled out the drawer. I picked up the small velvet box that rested in the very back. My promise ring, yet another lie. I opened up the box and watched as the ring sparkled in the faint light that crept through the blinds of my window.

I walked back over to the shoebox and stuck it inside, letting out a sigh as I lifted the it up and carried it downstairs and out to my car.

I got into the driver seat and placed it in the seat next to me before starting the engine. I pulled out my phone and clicked on his contact, each dial tone made me more nervous. Then he picked it up.

“Hello?” He questioned, his words falling through the speaker of the phone in my hand.

“I uh… have some of your stuff. My plane leaves tomorrow, can I bring it by your house?” I asked nervously.

I heard him sigh through the phone. “Yeah sure.” He said sounding a little annoyed.

“Okay, sorry I just wanted to ask first. I know you don’t wanna see me.” The last part came out as a whisper.

“Just come over y/n.” He said.

“Be there in 10. Bye.” I said before hanging up. Why do I feel like crying right now? We talked for 30 seconds and I wanna cry. Pathetic.

After a while I pulled up to his house, parking across the street. I slowly and hesitantly stepped onto his porch. My hand shook as I pressed the doorbell with my free hand.

After what felt like eternity the door opened, it was Matt. He gave me a confused look.

“Chris said I could come drop of the last of his things.” I explained looking at the box then back at him.

“Okay.” He said stepping aside and letting me walk in. He closed the door behind us and I walked down the stairs. I stood outside of his room for a moment before clenching my eyes shut and knocking, as if the simple action was deadly.

“Come in.” He said from inside, i slowly turned the handle, stepping inside. I nervously met his eyes, my mouth suddenly going dry.

“Here.” I said, my hands shaking as I extended the box to him. He picked it up with a questioning look before setting it down on the bed and opening it. I watched as his expression dropped, his eyes raking over the contents of the box. Then his gaze landed on the small velvet box under a few letters.

He picked it up, opening it with an expression as if he hoped it wasn’t what he thought.

“You don’t wanna keep it?” He asked quietly, his gaze turning to me.

“Why would I?” I whispered with a shrug. “Give it to Hannah, im sure she’d love it.” I said with a sad smile.

“Y/n. I broke up with Hannah weeks ago.” He whispered.

“Oh, im sorry I didn’t know.” I muttered looking at my feet. I really didn’t know, if I did, honestly, I would have celebrated.

“Its okay. You didn’t know. Thanks for the stuff.” He said looking back down and sifting through the letters. “Maybe Ill send you a new letter when you get settled in at your new house.” He said with a sad smile.

“Maybe.” I whispered, my expression matching his. He suddenly stepped toward me, his movements cautious. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a hug.

“Ill miss you. Even if you think I wont.” He muttered into my hair. I found myself melting into his touch, no matter how hard I tried to resist it.

“I think I should go.” I say pulling away from him. “I have to finish packing.” I explained, not meeting his gaze.

“Okay.” He nodded understandingly. “Bye y/n.”

“Bye Chris.”

So I left. The next day I would be on a plane, and I those letters and flowers would all be a distant memory of what used to be, and it wouldn’t be till I was going through airport security that I would find that Chris had slipped the ring into my purse during that hug. Of course.

A/N: Do yall fw this? Idk i lowk rushed it and wrote it in like 30 minutes? Lmk!!

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo edit #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

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silantryoo · 1 year

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kim chaewon x actress!reader (angst, fluff)

WARNINGS ; mentions of iz*one disbandment

chaewon had debuted with le sserafim the year you two were supposed to have your second anniversary. instead of celebrating like the others, she found herself stuck in her room again, watching your debut show and crying into one of your sweaters that you had forgotten to take with you.

the two of you had lost contact quickly after the disbandment, her getting sucked into her work and you trying to find something that made you happy like iz*one did, which ended up with you landing the supporting role in the hit show, twenty-five twenty-one.

of course, in support, she watched it for you (even though she didn't tell you). she just didn't expect the story to hit so close to home.

and like torture, she watched the series every time she missed you. almost like art imitating life, she watched as you tried to break up with your on-screen boyfriend, just like how you did with her. except this time, they fought for you, begging your character to just try with them.

why didn't she just do that?

sakura entered the dark room, sighing once she saw what was on screen. "chaewon, please. you're just hurting yourself more."

chaewon shook her head, burying herself further into your sweater as she watched you smile like you used to smile at her.

"why did i let her go so easily?" chaewon whispered, her eyes moving to sakura's figure. "why did i even agree?"

sakura approached the younger girl, sitting down on her messy bed. she always had suspicions about you two back during iz*one. part of her wished that she found out then, when you both were happy, instead of now.

"it's not your fault." the older girl tried to comfort her.

"yes, it is!" chaewon felt her dry eyes start to tear up again. "it's my fault because i didn't fight for her at all! she was always thinking about my dreams first. why couldn't i just tell her that this wasn't my only dream?"

chaewon clutched onto the last thing she had of you desperately as if she was terrified to let that piece of you go. her sobs came spilling out as sakura rubbed her back gently. this was supposed to be one of the happiest moments of her life, but everything in her body ached.

she had given up her biggest dream to pursue another.

"what do i do?" chaewon looked up, her face wet with tears.

sakura pursed her lips, moving the younger girl's bangs out of her face. "i don't know."

chaewon looked at the screen to find you crying. she would do anything to get you back. she just wanted one more chance to fight for you, to show you that you were her priority as much as she was yours.

you were definitely going to kill jang wonyoung the next time you saw her.

you didn't care if the younger girl had a schedule she needed to attend to. you hated schedules like this. actually, you hated hosting in general. you had no idea why she had suggested you to her producer when you had no prior experience in hosting.

now, you were standing at the interview booth for musicbank beside enhyphen's sunghoon and worst of all, le sserafim.

you shuffled around awkwardly, ignoring the obvious looks that the entire group of girls were giving you, especially chaewon.

it hurt to look at the girl you loved. it was hard thinking that you had made a mistake, letting her go so easily, but you knew it was better for her this way.

was it better for you as well? absolutely not.

you found yourself crying in your roommate's arms (by roommate, you meant yena refused to stay in her apartment), asking her if you did the right thing by letting go of the one person who truly made you feel like yourself. she had even learned how to cook because she was so worried about you.

part of you wondered if yena had told wonyoung (she probably did, and you were probably going to kill her later too).

the interview went on fairly smoothly, chaewon trying her best not to look at you as she spoke. with a few jokes here and there, and the script making sunghoon call you his 'ideal type' (chaewon was not a fan), it ended quickly. you and sunghoon bowed at the girl group, your eyes meeting chaewon's.

oh, you both thought. she still looks beautiful.

you send her a small smile. a real smile that showed her that maybe she still had a chance.

she swallowed, stuck in her place before realizing she was on camera. trying her best to laugh it off, she bowed to sunghoon before walking off-screen.

she was sure she had a chance, and she wasn't going to screw it up. not this time.

you sat quietly in front of your vanity, your head leaning back as you took a deep breath in. you looked around, the room was deserted except for yourself. your manager had gone to fetch you food, and the rest of your crew was on their break.

it was the perfect time to get your head together.

less than a minute after, you heard a light, hesitant knock on the door.

thinking that it was your manager with an armful of food, you opened it only to be met with your old member.

"chaewon-ie"

"y/n." she fiddled with the cuffs of her jacket as she entered the room. you closed the door behind her. "hey."

you stood in front of the door, hearing your heart beat out of your chest, something you were familiar with whenever she was around.

"what are you doing here?" you asked, eyeing the girl.

chaewon's mind went blank. it was the first time in months that you two were truly alone. she suddenly felt like she couldn't speak.

"nothing, i, uh, i just wanted to see you." chaewon cleared her throat, almost as if she was taking back her words. "how you were doing, i mean."

i missed you so much, she wanted to say.

you looked down at your shoes. part of you wished she was here for more than a friendly check-in, but you knew that wasn't the case. still, it didn't hurt to day dream.

"i'm doing good." you looked back up, nodding to yourself. "how about you?"

she looked down at your lips, quickly looking back up to you. "i am too. i mean, i just debuted."

you lightly smiled, obviously trying to hold down how proud you were of her. "congratulations."

both you and chaewon stared at each other, the ambiance of outside filling the silence of the room within. you watched as she nervously picked on the skin of her thumb, a habit she developed close to the end of the panorama era.

you take a good look at her face. it was still the same chaewon, but she was different somehow. a good different.

"i saw you, on tv." she spoke up, startling you slightly ('i couldn't stop thinking of you'). you felt a blush spread across your face. "you're a great actress."

she watched as your smile turned into a familiar, more bashful one, one that she would see when she gave you praise after a tough day at practice.

every inch of her missed you.

"thank you." you said softly, chaewon's eyes meeting with yours ('i was thinking of you, too'). "you're a great idol."

chaewon swallowed. "thank you."

the two of you wait for the other to say something, an awkward tension filling up the room. what you didn't know was that chaewon had been waiting for this very moment for the past two weeks.

"i should go." you laughed awkwardly, glancing at the clock which showed that you had forty-five minutes left. "i need to be on stage soon and—"

"i never wanted things to end between us." chaewon stared at you as if she was challenging you.

you felt the air escape from your lungs.

"what?" ('what?')

"i know you thought that it was a good thing. that i could focus on my career without any distractions. that i could finally reach my dreams again after losing you guys." she started, her mouth spewing out what she had really felt ever since then. "but it wasn't what i wanted. it was never what i wanted."

you stared at her, finding it hard to speak all of a sudden. a spark of hope lit inside your chest, but you quickly push it down. the two of you decided this together.

you frowned. "chaewon—"

"you never asked me if i wanted to break up." she interrupted, much more desperate this time ('i still love you'). "you only asked if it was a good idea."

"you said yes."

"i did. but it didn't mean that i didn't want to try." chaewon gripped her jacket tighter, taking a deep breath. she can't cry now, not yet. "if i knew that i would lose you, i would have never said it."

you took a deep breath in ('i never stopped loving you'). "i was just thinking of you."

chaewon frowned as you looked away, wiping your eyes gently so as to not smug your makeup. it took everything in her to not wipe your tears away.

"but was that what you wanted? for us to break up?" chaewon stared at you, her voice cracking. she could feel tears starting to fall. "look into my eyes."

you slowly turn your head, your breath hitching. even when she was crying, she always looked beautiful.

you tried to reason out. "but it was good for you—"

"i don't care if you think it's good for me! i know what's good for me." she shouted at you, her breathing getting harder ('listen to me'). "i know you're good for me."

you blinked away your tears, looking straight into the older girl's eyes. with barely a whisper, you said, "i don't know what you want me to do, chaewon."

"can," chaewon inhaled sharply. this was it. "can we be us again?"

you exhaled sharply, feeling your stomach flutter. you couldn't deny that you've dreamt of this many times before, wishing for a way that the two of you could work in an industry like this.

but you needed to be honest with yourself.

('i want to'). "chaewon, i don't think—"

"i can make it work! we can." she begged, her tears now falling like waterfalls. she grabbed your hand gently, afraid that you might pull away. you didn't. "i'm not letting the best thing in my life go without a fight."

she watched as you stared at her, clearly in an internal battle with yourself. she knew that you were more of a realist that she ever would be, but that didn't matter to her.

what mattered to her was you.

"please, y/n. i love you." she begged, holding your hand tighter. "i've loved you since i saw you in the practice room at four in the morning, crying because you got into class a instead of the others. and i haven't stopped since."

you could feel yourself crying, not caring that you ruined your makeup. you could feel yourself no longer caring that it might not work, but hoping it would.

"i've loved you since i've first met you." the shorter girl continued. she wiped your tears away gently. "please, just let us try again."

you didn't care anymore. you wanted it as much as she wanted you.

"okay." you nodded, feeling relief spread all over your body. it was the right choice. it felt right.

being with her felt right.

she gasped sharply, blinking away the lingering tears in her eyes.

"okay?" chaewon looked at you with big eyes, the same ones that you've loved all this time. "really?"

you nodded once more before she pulled you into a desperate kiss. she still tasted the same, like everything you've dreamt of and more. her hands found it's way to the back of your neck as she held you like you were about to disappear. you felt like your body was on fire, yet somehow you were able to breathe again.

you wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her in as close as possible.

after what seemed like minutes, the two of you pulled away. you smiled at each other, chaewon still wiping the tears that continued to fall from your face. this time, however, it was out of happiness.

she gives you a quick peck on the lips, something that she used to be too shy to do.

you laughed, making her look at you weirdly. "you're much more confident now, huh?"

i can't wait to get to learn you again, you thought, looking into her eyes.

"do you like it?" chaewon asked, quickly looking at your lips again.

she winced, realizing that your (and her) lipstick had been smudged. chaewon scolded herself in her head for forgetting that the two of you were still at musicbank.

"i love it." you leaned down, kissing her softly. "i love you."

chaewon truly smiled for the first time in months. "i love you too."

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