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shyhaya · 2 years ago

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*clears throat* so.. my terminal condition of loving tristamp has gone worse... If I die in the next few days or this Saturday, I want you all —the ones who read and like and reblog my content— to know that I appreciate you deeply, I really do. You've made this introvert cat-loving shy girl break her shell a bit :3

So here's a little something to satiate my thirst and because I literally can't contain how much I want to talk about this ^^

ah, this is a Vash the Stampede x OC one-shot (don't like it, don't read it!)

Loved You Then, Love You Now

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"You're looking at him again, Isa" snickered an amused female, her cheek resting on her right hand, watching how her sister's eyes widened as she quickly adverted her gaze and her cheeks turned red. "You are so obvious, you know?"

"I- I'm not- I mean! I was not looking at that brat!" exclaimed the blue haired girl, glaring fiercely at her sister, who was now laughing madly, finding the situation hilarious. "Just drop it, Maari! I'm serious!"

Chuckling one more time, the honey eyed woman took a deep breath before facing Isamu again. "Yeah yeah. But you know he's not a brat anymore, right? That's why you're so red- auch! Joking joking! Even if it's true, you're not gonna admit it" smiled the brunette, rubbing the arm her sister had punched.

"I- I know that, I'm just.. confused. He was so.. tiny and adorable when I met him" huffed Isamu, frowning a little "And now he's.." Cheeks turning redder, the bluenette turned to see Amaari giving her an amazed and teasing look. Clenching her jaw, she yelled "You're imposible, Amaari! And what about you, huh?! I leave you for a few years and now you're all lovey-dovey with Blondie over there?" counter attacked the blue eyed girl, pointing to the other side of the bar, were Vash and Wolfwood were talking.

Caught off guard, Amaari smiled shyly but proudly, her face pink "Well.. they were just a couple of years and... He just confessed recently. All happened so fast-" she was cut off by Isamu, who looked at her with an 'are you serious' expression.

"Yeah, one hundred and something more years knowing Vash and it all 'happened so fast'. I know a century is nothing for us, but they were still one hundred years, sister" replied the bluenette, sighing softly "That was one of the reasons of why I left ya. I sensed you two needed time to figure your feelings out, and I didn't want to be a third wheeler so.." explained Isamu, grinning when noticing the look of disbelief on the brunette's eyes "I'm not lying to you! It was very obvious"

Puffing her cheeks and covering her face with her hands, Amaari whined in embarrassment. "Oh Gods, that long? I am an idiot"

Isamu chuckled. "You are, but I get why it took you guys so long to figure out you have feelings for each other. You've spent literally almost all of your life with him, of course it would be difficult to notice" at her words, Amaari stopped hiding her face, smiling gratefully at the blue eyed female.

"Yeah, I guess it was like that.." she looked at the ground for a second before going back to the bluenette "Is that how you felt when you saw Nick again?"

Isamu's breath hitched, and she avoided her sister's gaze as she whispered "I don't know, it's.. different.. But that's not what we're talking about, Maari!" said the girl, not wanting to dwell on her own feelings just then. She will have time for that, later.

The two girls spent the rest of the evening talking, eventually changing topics and inviting Meryl into their conversation when the short female went to the two to tell they had booked three rooms for the night. In one would sleep Roberto and Nicholas, in the other the three girls and Vash in the last one.

When night fell and after a real dinner —thanks to the gods, because Meryl couldn't stand another day eating sand worms— everyone went to their respective rooms to rest.

Amaari nuzzled more into the warmth, various memories passing through her mind just as she was falling asleep.

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"I'm fine Amaari, you don't have to-"

"If you say 'you don't have to do this' or 'I'm fine' again I'll punch you, I swear" grumbled the brunette, cleaning the bullet wound on the blonde's right arm before using her energy to heal it, bluish white marks appearing on her arms and face "You're lucky this doesn't need stitches and that I can heal it, but it'll cost you a lot, Vash"

Said man only gave her an apologetic smile before taking Amaari's hands to tug her close and embrace her. She reciprocated, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, relieved to know Vash was okay. She couldn't stay mad at him either, even when he neglected or minimized his injuries. Hiding her face in the space between his neck and shoulder, the female tried to relax, but after her worry had disappeared her heart was still beating fast at their close proximity, her feelings resurfacing as her long time friend continued to hold her.

"I'm sorry for worrying you" was the quiet sentence that brought her back from her thoughts. She parted from the hug enough so she could meet his blue eyes.

"Don't apologize, it's kinda my job to worry for you. You are important to me" her honey eyes observed how the blonde adverted his eyes, his cheeks blushing. He looked so.. pretty like that, even though it seemed something was worrying him. "Vash?" She tried "Everything okay?" the question was followed by her right hand cupping his cheek, feeling his warmth beneath her palm.

Biting his bottom lip, Vash briefly locked eyes with her before avoiding her gaze again. Amaari watched confused how he sighed before placing his hand over hers, finally holding her gaze again.

"There's something I need to tell you, Amaari.." he started, his free hand grabbing her left in a gentle manner. "I.. I just- I wanted to.." frowning, the blonde closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, he seemed confident in what he wanted to say, but the brunette could see it in his eyes, he was nervous. She was too, because the way he held her was different, the way he looked at her was different, and Amaari was anxious and excited and nervous to know what this meant. "Amaari I.. I love you"

Her eyes widened although she had a hunch that he was gonna confess, but her thoughts didn't seem to belief it was real. Amaari knew Vash loved her, but they had spent so much of their lives together that she always thought his and her feelings would be platonic. And they were, until a few years ago. Both had felt the tension growing between them, specially after Isamu left, but they were scared to acknowledge it. Now though, that fear was forgotten like it never existed. In that moment, there was just them. Just two people that loved each other.

Getting out of her initial shock, Amaari inched closer when she realized she had not said anything, probably making Vash believe she didn't feel the same. Acting quickly, she grabbed onto him so they were much closer, their lips so close any movement would have caused them to collide. She offered him a sweet smile, tightening her hold on his hand a little.

"I love you too Vash"

It was amazing for Amaari to witness how his expression passed from confused to surprised to shock. And after some seconds, he was tearing up. She left a kind kiss on his cheek, wiping his tears with her thumb. Vash smiled at her, bringing her close to hug her. With her head pressed against his chest, she could hear his heart beating violently. Hers was the same. When they parted, he was looking at her with a serious glint on his blue orbs.

"I'm sure you know by now that being with me is not easy.. but even then, you wanna stay? Be with me?" Amaari let out a soft laugh, taking his hands in her and kissing his knuckles, making him blush and his heart melt.

"Haven't I proved that to you already? I want to be with you, to love you and help you. I just want you, Vash" assured the girl, putting her forehead to his. They were still holding gazes, but as his eyes flickered down at her lips for a second, so did hers.

"May I?" questioned shyly the gunman, practically beaming when she nodded and closed her light eyes. Finally placing his lips on hers gently, everything felt right for a moment. The kiss was soft, sweet, beautiful, comforting. They were together and that was all that mattered. When they pulled away, they felt like everything had changed, but at the same time it was all the same.

"I love you" they whispered to the other as they kept sharing kisses and light touches, happy with the new but same bond.

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Shifting a little as she woke up, Amaari grinned as she remembered her dream/memory, a soft look on her honey eyes at the sight before her. She stifled a laugh when remembering how she tip-toed out of the room she shared with Isamu and Meryl after they fell asleep, going down the hallway to knock on the door of the room Vash was staying in. The blonde had been waiting for her, and after talking for a bit as they cuddled, she had gone to sleep in his arms.

Now she got to enjoy the view. Vash had her trapped in his embrace, his arms around her and his legs tangled with hers. Amaari looked at his sleeping face, so calm and stress free. She wished he could be like that all the time. Closing her eyes and nuzzling her face into his bare chest, she traced his scars with her fingers, leaving light kisses on the damaged skin. He didn't deserve those wounds, not a single one, but she would take care of them, love all of him the same.

Amaari knew her actions would wake him up, so she kept going after she heard his quiet groan. His arms pulled her closer, and he yawned cutely before opening his eyes, looking down at her, showing her a sleepy but shy smile, his cheeks pink.

"What are you doing Stardust?" locking eyes with him, Amaari reciprocated the smile, pecking his lips once, twice, before responding.

"Appreciating you because you're just so pretty, Vash" he shook his head a little, kissing her temple and rubbing her hip and waist. She giggled at his touches, and the man felt like he was falling for her all over again. He loved her, there was no doubt about it, and she loved him, as she demonstrated every day.

"You are way more beautiful" Amaari let out a content sigh, heart beating faster when her boyfriend moved on the bed so he could leave a kiss on her neck, and then another. Her hands grabbed his shoulders, keeping him against her as Vash kept planting loving kisses on her skin "Would you let me appreciate you too?"

Amaari smiled eagerly "Only if I can keep doing the same"

I spent all noon and part of the evening writing this, and I think it's cute but I want your opinions too! :3

Thanks for reading <3

#oc story #anime #trigun stampede #trigun #trigun oc #vash #vash the stampede #tristamp #oc stuff #oc x canon #oc tag

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faithfulwarrior-og · 4 years ago

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Drunken Confessions

Rating: T | Word Count: 1,449 | Warnings: swearing, mild suggestive content

Raya has a little too much fun at a party and gets drunk. Namaari takes her back to her room and long story short: drunk Raya is a handful.

Raya is drunk off her ass. She had gotten a little too into the dance party and lost count of how many drinks she’d had. Now Namaari is carrying Raya bridal style up a freaking flight of steps in Heart castle to get her to her room.

Raya is giggling and swatting Namaari’s ear cuff so it swings back and forth.

Namaari sighs. “Please don’t yank that out of my ear.”

“Pfffft you’re so *hiccup* silly…”

“You’re going to be so fun to be around tomorrow,” Namaari mumbles, shaking her head.

“HELL YEAH I AM!!”

Namaari practically drops her. “Dragons! Can you not flail like that?”

Raya wraps her arms around Namaari’s neck and snuggles into her. “This better?”

Namaari swallows. “Sure.”

Raya sighs. “Mmmm you smell so good. Do you *hiccup* like snuggles? Cuz I do.”

Namaari rounds the corner leading to Raya’s quarters. “That’s nice,” she says.

Raya nuzzles her face into Namaari’s hair. “It’s wayyy better than nice,” she adds, hiccuping again.

Namaari is unable to keep from chuckling at how funny Raya is behaving. “Oh yeah?”

Raya tosses her hand into the air. “FuCk yeah dude!”

Namaari laughs despite herself. “Raya, there’s people trying to sleep.”

Raya wipes her nose. “That’s cool. I’m gonna go sleep.”

“Yes, that’s a good idea.”

Raya starts tracing Namaari’s collarbone with her finger. Namaari tries not to blush but fails miserably.

“‘Maari, one time Snisu suggled with me and that was so cool.”

Namaari nods. “Mmhm.”

“She is the fluffiest Sisu ever,” Raya says.

Namaari chuckles. “Oh really.”

Raya hiccups, “Uh-huh,” then begins counting on her fingers. “She snuggles me, Tuk Tuk snuggles me…” Raya pokes Namaari’s nose. “Boop! Do you like snuggles?”

Namaari blinks. “Umm sure.”

Raya giggles drunkenly. “Fang princess likes snuggles.”

Namaari frowns at her. “I will drop you.”

Raya gasps and clings to her. “No!”

Namaari coughs. “Okay, stop. You’re choking.”

Raya loosens her grip. “Hehe you like it.”

“Raya.” Namaari goes beet red while Raya just giggles.

Then Raya bursts into tears.

Namaari stops at Raya’s door and sets her down. “What? What’s wrong, dep la?”

Raya collapses against her and Namaari caresses her back, hoping she’s offering some comfort.

Raya sniffles. “You snuggle.”

Namaari squints. “Is that... bad?”

Raya nods into the crook of Namaari’s neck. “Mmhm. No. But yeah.”

Namaari gently pulls her back so she can see her face. “Dep la, I don’t know what you mean, how about we go get you tucked in.”

Raya slumps against Namaari as she is practically carried into the room and over to her bed.

Raya hiccups. “How come you teld— didn’t tell me you had a human?”

Namaari looks down at her. “A human? What—”

Raya flails her arms up. “A human. Y’know. To snuggle!”

Namaari watches as Raya flops onto the bed face first. “Raya.”

“What,” she says, her voice muffled.

“I snuggle with my serlot, okay? Now let’s get you into bed—”

Raya starts crying again, flipping over onto her back and wiping her eyes.

Namaari crosses to the bed. “What??”

Raya whimpers. “That’s so precious…”

Namaari sighs and takes Raya’s cape off for her. “Come on, lightweight. Sleep time.”

Raya smirks and sidles up to Namaari. “Taking my clothes off and *hiccup* everything, dep la?”

Namaari flushes. “Raya, you’re drunk.”

“Pffft. Not.. drunk.”

“Raya—”

Raya begins to unwrap her top. “You missed a couples layers dep la—”

Namaari grabs her wrists and puts the loose part of the shirt back. “No no no, let’s—why don’t you just sleep in your clothes?”

Raya pulls Namaari against her and brings her lips within inches of hers. “But I don’t want to…”

Namaari clears her throat and gently pushes Raya away. “O-okay, well, let’s change into your night clothes over there then.” She inclines her head toward the changing shade.

Raya slumps against Namaari and exhales. “You’re no fun, binturi!”

Namaari rolls her eyes. “I know. So cruel of me.”

Raya looks up at her suddenly. “We should dance.”

“No.”

Raya pulls Namaari close and starts swaying. “C’monnn jus a lil dance?”

Namaari gently pushes her back. “Raya, you need to rest. We just finished dancing.”

Raya pouts. “I knowww but I wanna dance moreee…”

Namaari shakes her head. “Maybe tomorrow.”

Raya scowls. “Yer NO FUN!” She then proceeds to mumble all manners of expletives.

Namaari rolls her eyes again. “Okay, bed time.”

Raya swats her hand away. “But I didn’t change!”

Namaari sighs. “Okay. Fine. Go change.”

Raya shuffles to her changing screen and nearly topples over halfway there. Namaari pinches her nose as Raya finds the fall incredibly funny.

Namaari waits as clothes are thrown all over the place—Raya also seems to find this hilarious—and then Raya says, “Ok ready?”

Namaari squints. “Ready for wha—”

Raya steps out with a smirk from behind the screen in very provocative sleep-ware and Namaari would swear her neck cracked with how fast she stared at the opposite wall.

“Damn it Raya!” she exclaims, her face a deep red. “What are you doing?? And where the hell did you even...” Namaari shakes her head at that. “Never mind. Just..get into bed okay?”

And then Raya is behind her, wrapping her arms around her abdomen. “What’s the matter, dep la?”

Raya’s breath tickles the back of her neck.

Namaari gulps and makes to gently pry her hands away when she feels soft lips press where Raya’s breath was a moment before.

Namaari manages to turn in Raya’s arms. “Raya, no. We can’t. You are drunk. It’s time for bed.”

Namaari goes to push her back but the look Raya gives her then makes her heart constrict.

“You don’t want me?” she asks, clumsily caressing Namaari’s cheek.

Namaari huffs. “No I—” She stops. “I— it’s not that…” She huffs again. “You’re drunk. I’ll be happy to talk about this with you later. Another time. When you’re not drunk. Okay?”

Raya is softly crying again. Namaari pulls her into a hug and murmurs, “Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s not that I don’t want you, dep la. Don’t think that.”

“Just wanna kiss you…” she slurs against Namaari’s neck. “I keep telling me.. to tell you that. And I never do.”

Namaari freezes, telling herself over and over that everything Raya is saying and doing means absolutely nothing.

The Heart princess snuggles her head against Namaari. “Please don’t leave. Stay and snuggle, please?”

“Raya…”

“Please?”

Namaari sighs. Why does she have to give those damned puppy-dog eyes? “Okay, but just for a minute.”

Raya grins and sprints to the bed to dive onto it. Namaari can’t believe she doesn’t fall on her way there with how wobbly she was.

“Are you sure you don’t want to wear something more comfy, dep la?” Namaari asks. She doesn’t want her to get the wrong idea when she wakes up. The last thing she wants is for Raya to not be able to trust her again.

Raya is already burrowing into the covers. “Nah I’m too sleepy.” *hiccup*

Namaari shakes her head, smirking despite herself. “Okay.”

Raya pokes her arms out and beckons Namaari over. The latter chuckles and climes in beside her. Raya immediately puts her arm over Namaari’s torso and snuggles into her neck. Namaari reminds herself to breathe. She gently brushes Raya’s hair out of her face and her hand lingers, softly combing through silken locks.

“Thet fels nice,” Raya mumbles, barely awake.

“Good,” Namaari whispers back. “Sleep well, dep la.”

“You too binturi,” Raya whispers.

Namaari laughs softly then stops altogether as Raya kisses her cheek.

“I love you,” she says.

Namaari’s eyes well with tears as Raya drifts to sleep. She continues to massage her scalp until her breathing evens out and she begins to snore lightly.

“I love you too,” Namaari whispers.

The Fang warrior slowly worms her way out of Raya’s embrace, careful not to wake her as she replaces the covers and brushes a strand of hair behind her ear.

She smiles at how peaceful Raya looks, still breathtaking even with a little trail of drool pooling onto the pillow. Namaari scoffs in amusement. That woman is going to have the worst hangover in the morning and be a literal gremlin. Namaari wouldn’t have it any other way, though. She loves that gremlin.

She retrieves a blanket from the end of the bed and curls up on the little seating area that Raya has in the corner of her room. It’s surprisingly comfy due to the millions of pillows that all smell like the soap Raya uses on her hair. Namaari falls asleep quickly, trying not to worry about what today might mean for their friendship.

#drunk raya #namaari of fang #raya #namaari #ratld #ratld fic #fic #fanfic #ratld fanfic #rayaari #rayamaari #raymaari #ramaari #raya and the last dragon #raya and namaari #raya x namaari

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everyonesfavoritelesbowrites · 4 years ago

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RATLD Headcanons pt. 5

Oblivious Rayamaari and wing-man sisu

They're useless lesbians

This has been said before by many people but I want my own take on it.

Raya and Namaari are both oblivious to each other.

Raya is oblivious to her own feelings.

Namaari takes a while to understand what the feelings are.

Namaari and Raya had a connection since the moment they met.

Namaari didn't make any friends afterward and so the feelings she had/has for Raya are entirely new and foreign, she just assumes it's because they were friends turned rivals.

Raya had friends as a kid but never had a connection like she did to Namaari and so figures that the intensity of her feelings was just from being backstabbed.

Namaari wouldn't admit it, but she was worried for Raya those six years and was relieved whenever they would run into each other.

Raya refused to explore the feelings she would have (other than anger) when she would cross paths with Namaari, thinking it was just utter hate. (Although she did worry for Namaari's wellbeing).

Namaari would probably realize she loves likes Raya while they are sparring or just watching her. It takes her by surprise and overwhelms her so she makes up an excuse to leave. She finds a place away from Raya, Sisu, or anyone else who would go searching and de-stimulate and think on it.

Once Namaari realizes, she can't stop thinking about it, and she gets more distant with Raya. Which, Raya finds heartbreaking.

"Namaari's been distant, Sisu. Do you have any idea why?" "What? Are you sure? She's not just busy?" "Yeah, she leaves the room when I enter, she has refused to spar with me, hasn't been sleeping with me at night, and whenever I do talk to her she suddenly has something important to do.." "Wow, okay, yeah she's avoiding you. Let me talk to her."

Talk to her she does.

Sisu finds Namaari and pretty much corners her.

"What's up with you?" "Nothing...?"

"Don't lie to me, you're avoiding Raya." "...I don't know what you are talking about." "You hesitated." "I did not-."

It takes some digging but Namaari eventually gives in.

"c'mon, 'maari. Raya's worried she did something wrong. Just tell me what happened and I'll tell her it's not her... unless it is her..."

Namaari instantly feels bad, not realizing that her actions are upsetting Raya.

"I might... like Raya." "Didn't you before?" "No, not like-. I like her as in more than friends..." *silence* "Oh, toi."

After Sisu's shock, she hops right into action.

"It does make sense."

Sisu tries to convince Namaari to confess but Namaari refuses.

"I can't risk the friendship and trust I have worked so hard for."

Sisu decides to try to figure out if Raya likes Namaari back, although she already thinks she does.

"Good news! Ramaari isn't mad at you!" "She's not? What's wrong then?" "Nope, shes just uhhhh," *panicking to come up with an idea* "What's that thing that humans do every moon? With the blood?" "She's on her blood moon?" "Yes! That! She's on her painful horrible moon blood!" *sweating*

It takes Raya longer to figure it out because "that's just what friends do right? Namaari is just my bestie now... even though I'm not like this with other people, not even Sisu... Maybe it's all that we've been through, yeah. That makes sense. Must be that."

But Sisu starts dropping small hints or jokes, hoping to make Raya's brain go. She decides to not say anything until she sees 5 moments that prove Raya loves likes Namaari back.

"Raya, look! It's Namaari sparring! You can really see her muscles..." *Raya blushes and is speechless* [Check one]

*some party* *Raya blushing and clearing staring at Namaari in fancy attire* [Check two]

*Raya grabbing Namaari's hand and they both blush* [Check three]

*Sisu watching as they spar and Raya pins Namaari down, blushing and they just stare at each other for an entire minute." [Check four]

"Sisu, how do you know if you have a crush on someone or your just friends?" *sisu spits out her drink* [CHECK FIVE]

Sisu tries to gently explain (to the best of her knowledge) how to tell the different from close friends and crushes.

"Well, from what I gathered, you have a crush on someone if you want to spend the rest of your life with them."

"You will miss them a lot when they are gone. Not like how you will miss a friend. I never experienced it but I heard that it's more overwhelming than just missing a friend, its more like your missing your family or a part of you."

"But what do I know, I'm just a dragon."

"Are we talking about anyone I know...?" "I'm not talking about anyone! I'm just... Curious." "Hmmm if you say so."

She lets it sink in for her, giving her time to hopefully realize herself.

Raya realizes it when she's back home in Heart, Namaari in Fang. Unable to sleep, she just lays in bed yearning for Namaari's touch, holding each other when they sleep.

Her eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.

She talks a walk for some fresh air and thinks over everything.

The next day when she sees Sisu, she ends up nearly crying while saying, "I'm in love with Namaari."

Sisu wasn't surprised by the declaration but more so on Raya's heartbroken face.

"You... are?" "Yeah." "Why do you look so upset about it?" "Because she doesn't love me back."

oh, toi.

"Why... why would you say that?" "Because she said that we're friends and nothing will ever change that!"

oh, toi

Sisu tries to convince Raya that she does might have a chance but Raya refuses it, so she ends up running into Benja and tells him everything.

"They both love each other but aren't going to do a single thing about it!"

Chief Benja already knowing Raya fancied Namaari for a while now.

"She will realize soon enough." *Namaari and Raya hugging each other when Namaari arrives, pulling away and looking at each other* "Or... maybe not."

Benja starts to help Sisu into getting the two to realize the other also has feelings for them.

It's horrible.

Raya will literally give Namaari flowers and not even bat an eye, "Raya's just being friendly, Sisu. That's how she is."

Namaari insinuating a hug or something. "She doesn't do that to anyone else." "It's just because we have been through so much, she trusts me now."

"Seems you and Namaari have gotten very close, Dewdrop." "She's just my friend, Ba."

"Giving flowers is often a romantic gesture." "Your daughter and I are just friends, Chief Benja." *Namaari scared if Benja disapproves*

Sisu is dying and nearly gives up until one day.

"Sisu, I can't take this anymore." "Take what?" "Me and Namaari. It's killing me, I need to say or do something." *Sisu so fucking excited*

They come up with possible ways for Raya to confess her love so Raya can do it when it feels right.

Sisu did not expect, however, Raya pinning Namaari on the floor during a 'friendly' spar, kissing her, then running away.

Raya ends up really confessing later that night when she goes into Namaari's guest room (their normal routine is sleeping in Raya's room but Namaari wasn't sure after that) and confronts her about the kiss.

"The truth is, I love you Namaari. I don't know when it started, maybe when we first met but I really do love you and care about you. I understand if you don't f-." "I do." "What?" "I... I love you too, Raya."

"I'm sorry, this was not my plan..." "You had a plan?" "A few..."

Raya explains a few plans, mentioning how Sisu helped her with it.

"Sisu helped you?" "Uh, yeah. I told her that I had feelings for you." *Namaari laughs* "What's so funny?" "Nothing, just I... I also told Sisu I had feelings for you too."

"Can we... redo that kiss?" "Of couse, dep la."

They decide to not announce their relationship right away besides for Sisu

Sisu losses her shit the next morning.

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU BOTH?!"

Should I start a taglist?

#ratld headcanons series #it keeps getting longer #do you guys like the long ones or do you prefer them short?#rayamaari #ratld headcanons #headcanon #headcanons #raya #namaari #sisu #chief benja #ratld #raya and the last dragon

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useyernamesteven · 4 years ago

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Raya and Namaari animal crossing HCs? Or short story about them playing it a bit?

(Small confession: I've never actually played animal crossing 😅 But I do know a little bit about it and I've seen other people play it so)

Namaari names her island "Fang" because its simple and it matches her aesthetic

Raya gets the game after Namaari and decides to name hers "BetterthanFang" for the memes

It takes two weeks before Namaari finds out and Raya has to spend the night on the couch (totally worth it tho)

Namaari focuses on developing her island and paying off her debts to further her progress

Raya likes running around and exploring, her island and the others, rather than working towards an end goal

Namaari totally favors her cat villagers over the others (not Raymond tho. That f*cker can leave anytime now!)

Raya despises Isabelle for no particular reason, but she adores Timmy and Tommy because "Lil Trash babies, Maari!"

*Namaari, still salty about the name*: "Trash babies? Didn't know you three were related."

Namaari spends the night on the couch this time (well kinda. Raya comes to get her at 2am cuz she wants snuggles. she's still angy but cuddles man)

The only "aesthetic" Raya will commit to are her flowers and she has it down to a science at this point

She likes to arrange them to make pictures or spell out messages (like the time she wrote "BIGGAY4FANG" and refused to take it down because Namaari got so flustered)

And she's definitely kicked out a few villagers for f*cking with her arrangements

Namaari has the best luck with fishing, like Raya's convinced she's rewritten the code or something because she catches nothing but money

Raya, on the other hand, has terrible luck

*Namaari, reading in the bedroom* *Raya, from across the house* "FUCKING SEA BASS!!!"

They're both fans of K.K. and Raya often hums his songs when she's doing something around the house, not even realizing she's doing it

Namaari thinks Raya's renditions of the songs are the best versions and no one can contest to it (Namaari may also be biased. irrelevant.)

Raya sings Bubblegum K.K. to Namaari late one night when they're in bed, but its slower and softer and she's looking at Namaari so tenderly and Namaari just loves her so much

#raya and the last dragon #rayaari #rayamaari #namaari #raya #p ratld hc #acnh

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fibiscuits · 4 years ago

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Rayaari Fanfics (Part 3)

(Soft)

Raya stopped her with a passionate kiss, Namaari is still confuse so she pull back making the kiss stop and look into Raya's deep brown eyes.

"Why are you doing this?" Namaari asked.

"Isn't it obvious? I've been giving out signs Dep'la, Multiple times!"

"But.. I Thought that was just you fooling aroun-.."

"Maari, don't you get it? I love you, I always have! " Raya said in a raising tone. Namaari could feel that Raya isn't fooling around.

But the mood is completely ruined for Raya thinking that maybe Namaari don't feel the same for her, so she stood up, and as she took a step to go to the Heart Palace.

Namaari grabed her arm, Pulling Raya so close, both chests touched as one feel the others pulse rising.

Looking into Raya's deep brown eyes and separated lips. Namaari cups Raya's face with her left hand, leaning close, just an inch from a kiss Namaari said her words "I also feel the same, Dep'la. Since the first time that we've met, and until now" ending Namaari's words as she leaned in for a gentle and loving kiss.

Raya kissed back and Namaari feels that Raya wants her as much as she do to her.

Both are passionately kissing at the side of the bridge under the light of a thousand stars, but the moment broke as they heard a familiar voice from the waters down them

"Oh My!" not standing so faraway Sisu is shocked to see the both of them.

Both pull away and was startled by Sisu,

"Its not what it looks like!" both said in panick, thinking that it might trick Sisu in believing.

"Yeah no, Its what it looks like to me" Sisu said in a teasing voice

"I have to tell this to the others!" Sisu said in an outloud voice.

"NO!" The both of them yelled at Sisu, Fearing that it might ruin everything because of what they feel for each other.

But before Sisu could go, Raya stopped her with shout.

"Sisu! Please don't tell them, please!" Raya said in a begging voice.

"Sisu, please, it will be too much for us when they found out. We're beggjng you, please don't." Followed by Namaari

"Please Sisu, please keep it a secret" Raya add

"We will tell them when we're ready, we promise, please keep it a secret" Namaari supporting Raya.

Sisu looked at them and see that they really meant what they said and what they did earlier, "Oh, alright I can keep your secret"

Both are pleased as they hear those words form Sisu

"But under one condition" Sisu added, making the two of them frightened.

"You two must be careful in what you do, I won't be responsible for whatever happens when someone finds out"

The both agree to Sisu's condition.

As Sisu goes down the River to swim, The both held hands, but later on breaks it when they enter the palace, in fear that it might get suspicious for someone.

All of the people enjoyed their time especially the two. Because of the unexpected confessions light their night.

IG: @pistaciow

#rayaari #rayamaari #namaaya #ratld incorrect quotes #comics #disney raya #gay girls #ratld #ratld fanfic #ratld namaari

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siderealxmelody · 6 years ago

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John's Backstory

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John Winchester was born to Millie and Henry Claymoore. John changed the name to Winchester after Mary died. He didn't want the authorities on his tail.

He didn't trust police.

He had it rough as a kid, after his father left his mother took him and went home to Maine.

They stayed with his maternal grandparents and she became a typist.

As he grew up though he became more and more rebellious.

One night he'd been drinking with friends in an abandoned barn. Cops had come to the property tipped off for a disturbance.

His friends had scattered leaving him alone.

Lucky for them it had been only one cop who had showed up. He tried to help John up, but John was high and drunk. He remembered everything that lead up to that night.

How his mother and he constantly fought, how he hated how overprotective she was.

How his grandparents looked at his mother as if it was her fault that her husband had left them.

How he kept having odd thoughts about the boys in his groups. Thoughts that weren't pure, that would have been beaten out of him had his grandfather known.

But that night in the barn, the cop had been so nice. He had had the most beautiful blue eyes.

He remember staring into them as the cop questioned him. He remembers the way the cop had stiffened when his hands had gone to his belt.

How John had tugged him closer. How the cop had gave him a hard look before he leaned down to wipe the spit from his lips.

John had been taken that night to the jails to sober up before he was allowed home.

He met up with the cop a few times after that, his name had been Arthur Wells, he had been 15 years older than him and had tried to set him on a straight and narrow path. In a twisted kind of way he'd been the father figure that a young John had craved.

However, John hadn't really cared to listen, he was just excited to explore whatever he was feeling for this man. When Arthur died in the line of duty some 2 months later -John left, he didn't go for funeral and he certainly didn't tell his mother.

He did odd jobs before he finally made it to Kansas. He liked being a mechanic, using his hands kept his mind occupied.

He had always been attracted to both genders, so when Mary Campbell walked into his shop asking for someone to look at her dad's car, he didn't hesitate.

They fell in love and soon married. Mary insisted that he send a letter to his family up in main to tell them the news at the very least.

He grudgingly obliged. They were happy, almost comically so. They didn't fight, they didn't feel stifled by each other, everything was perfect.

They had twins on their first try. Maary insisted they be named for someone important in each of their lives. John decided to name his son Henry hoping he'd turn out better than his namesake.

Mary decided to name their daughter Lucille after an aunt she lost when she was a teenager.

John settled into life as a family man. Henry, Lucille, and Dean became his whole world. He loved coming home to ask about their days.

He was fascinated with what Henry and Lucille were learning in school. He loved to see Dean slowly understand the world around him.

Though raising children by herself was not something Mary liked. She wished she had gotten a degree or was out experiencing life. She loved her children of course but sometimes she felt stifled by them.

A sentiment that John hated. They were blessed to have such healthy children, if they were such a burden she could just leave.

He would be fine raising them. They both knew John would do a terrible job raising them without her. And with Mary's parents dying within weeks of each other in freak animal attacks, John was all she had.

When Dean was 4 they decided to try once more for a child. Maybe having another child would spark their marriage again and remember their love for each other.

Nine months late Sam Claymoore was born, he was healthy and beautiful. His parents were smitten with him.

They were right, Sam made them remember what they were striving for - a happy family, stability in times when there wasn't any.

Their family finally felt complete now. As the months ticked down to Christmas and New Years John and Mary grew more and more excited to have their first Christmas with little Sammy.

Christmas came and it was a joyous, Henry and Lucille now 7 got new toys and stickers for being such big helpers with Sam and Dean.

Dean got some race cars and a plastic guitar to play with. John finally felt the balance in his marriage and life was back. He could be normal, he could be content with this.

A few days after Christmas on New Year's Eve Lucille stepped outside to get the mail for her parents.

John had turned away to tend to a crying Dean when he heard Henry scream. He turned around to see a car swerving on the street and hit a tree.

His baby girl lay on the ground near the driveway motionless.

John rushed toward his daughter but he knew it was too late.

Later when the cops showed up they would remark that the driver was dead though he appeared to be under no undo influence.

It never made sense to John till later why a sober man would run over a child.

Still they called the ambulance and went to the hospital. John didn't think he ever felt himself break apart like when the doctors told him his baby girl couldn't be saved.

John's and Mary's relationship after that was strained, he blamed himself for Lucille's death as did she.

John didn't hate her for it, he agreed but he was too much of a coward to pull a trigger on himself, or leave his family.

No matter what he wouldn't abandoned them like his father had did him.

So he stayed out later and later, finding strange men to take out his energy on and with.

He wondered as he stumbled home if Mary knew or cared what he was doing. She wasn't much better, falling asleep using pills most nights.

Henry was quiet, he didn't talk much and had long since stopped asking if Lucille was an angel now.

Even Sam and Dean were quiet and kept to themselves.

As the years went by Mary took some small time work - designing jewelry and sewing, something that was just hers.

True to his word John never left his family. He had bought his own auto shop and was able to make double what he was doing before.

Still, there was no joy in the house anymore. Till one day when John's maternal uncle, Adam showed up on their door.

John had always loved the man, he had indulged John's rebelliousness nature and penchant for alcohol, drugs, and the more racier magazines.

John insisted Adam stay the week. While John could tell Mary hated him for bringing a stranger into her house she obliged Adam.

Adam was personable and brought a much needed playfulness back to the home. He enjoyed spending time with 10 year old Dean and 6 year old Sam. Both were bright inquisitive boys. He even managed to get Henry to smile once or twice during dinner.

On his last night he sat Mary and John down and told them to try to be a family again. They would never replace Lucille but her siblings shouldn't have to suffer for her absence.

They took the words to heart and decided to give their marriage another shot. They took it slow, talking and understanding each other.

John finally confessed his shameful secret to which Mary. She tearfully expressed her love for him. She didn't quite understand the inclination or urge, but at the very least she loved him. That was enough.

Adam was born a year later, named for the uncle that had helped bring his family back together.

Mary and John were on a kind of high and welcomed another baby a year later, a girl - Millie-Mae. She was very different from her older sister as a baby. She was sensitive, anxious, and, curious. Lucille had been a whirlwind, screaming, throwing tantrums, causing general chaos.

Six months later Mary died.

John was shocked and horrified, he changed their name to Winchester and forced the children to leave almost immediately.

He soon fell into hunting realizing that it wasn't a simple gas fire that had killed his wife.

He was sad to see Henry go three years later, but he kept tabs on him. Occasionally moving through the towns or cities he knew Henry was in.

He was heartbroken when Henry cut him off after he had been told by his in laws they were retired hunters who knew John. Who had asked specifically what kind of man Henry was before they had allowed him to marry their daughter.

None of his relationships with his children had worked out. Dean was happy with his little family. He hadn't heard from Sam in 10 years. Hell, Adam and Millie-Mae probably thought of Bobby more as their father than him.

Still when Dean had gotten hurt, and Faye tore into him for walking way he had an idea.

He called the demonic spawn to make a deal. His soul for Dean's life. The thing gleefully agreed.

John remembered the torture, the pain of being cut open over and over again. Of all the other horrible, terrible things they did to his soul. All the ways they defiled and dirtied him.

When the gates opened and that demon spawn had died, he found himself in his body again.

He dissapeared, his family didn't need him. He decided to head north to Redwater a town in the foothills of the Appalachian mountains.

It was a notorious hotbed for supernatural activity so the hunter gossip went. John had vowed to himself if he avenged Mary's death he would tackle Redwater next.

So he did, he put up wards, demanded taxes from every witch that lived there - there were so many he gave them their own quarter - Alexandria.

He sets up strict boundaries around the town and forced the townspeople to come to terms with their plight. He promised they would be protected but they had to do whatever they wanted.

Those who wished to leave could, but he wouldn't come to save them.

He showed them witches, the exorcising of a demon, the killing of a feral werewolf....

No one left. They elected him a mayor and pledged to do whatever he wanted.

He took the name Negan to shed his old identity. He had found the name in one of his grandmother's old books. It meant strong. He liked that, he would be strong. Nothing would break him. He set up a points system. He didn't trust the outside world.

He ordered the town to figure out a way to generate their own food and water. He would go on patrols and keep the supernatural out.

He started with the Witches, burning their quarter down. Those who helped became known as Saviors. Those who didn't wish to fight were given tasks and a number of points associated with them.

Those prettier girls and boys of age who didn't wish to work or join his Saviors could wish to apply to be his husband or wife. It depended on his good they were in bed with him.

He told the people that he would raise an army, and then he would lead a crusade to rid their country of monsters.

But he remembered his new name, he didn't need anyone in this town, not really. All he needed was his bat Lucille and some beer and he could take on anything - including the apocalypse.

#hunter bios #john is negan #tw; child death

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justwritedreams · 2 years ago

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Sin | Jongin

Idol!Jongin x Reader

Word count: 2.344

Genre: fluff, slight angst, smut.

Author: maari

Warnings: MDNI!! THIS IS A +18 STORY Explict words and filthy studio sex, oral (fem receiving), sex without condom (don't do this at home), heartbroken Sehun 😞.

Note: WELL i'm proud of this one and I won't even going to deny it lol My stories with Kai are usually short so I don't fall in love with him BYE

Request: I have something we’re he’s at the studio with his s/o and they make out and end up having sex and one of the boys walks in on the (who are you pick had a crush on y/n) and gets mad because he told Kai he liked her and they argue but y/n tells x that she’s only interested in Kai

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Y/N was trying to control her smile as her body moved on its own to the beat that sounded through the studio's speakers.

"What do you think?" Jongin asked, after the preview he played for her ended.

She looked at him, smiling proudly.

“It’s different from what you’ve done before, but it’s your vibe.”

Jongin sighed, relieved. He closed the file on the computer and turned completely to face her.

“I wanted to try new things for this album.”

“You did it, I'm sure everyone will love it as much as I love it.” she winked at him, seeing him smirk.

"Thanks for being here." he got up from the chair and sat next to her on the couch, his shoulder lightly touching hers. "Means a lot."

Y/N tried to hide her huge smile while feeling the butterflies in her stomach, that's why, unable to think of what to say, she just put her hair behind her ear, looking away a little shyly.

“Well, it’s not like I can deny you anything.” she confessed, wetting her lips with her own tongue and looking back at him.

Jongin kept his eyes fixed on her, raising an eyebrow.

"Anything?" he asked, interested and she narrowed her eyes without understanding what was going on in his head. “So if I tell you that it wasn’t for nothing that I asked you to come here.”

Jongin then brought his body even closer, cornering Y/N between the couch and his strong chest. All she did was take a deep breath, unable to take her eyes off Jongin's dark iris.

He looked at her as if she were the only woman in the world and hadn't even truly touched her.

That was enough to make her tremble all over.

“I would tell you that I already imagined it.” she replied quietly, without any strength.

Not when the heat of his body covered hers so deliciously.

Y/N saw Jongin smile widely before projecting his torso forward and bringing his face to hers so that their lips met in a slow sensual dance, just like the rhythm of the preview he had played earlier.

One of his hands went to her cheek while Y/N's trembling hands went to his chest, even though it was covered by the sweater he was wearing, she felt his heart beating quickly in her palm.

The kiss that was enough to take all of Y/N's breath away was broken by Jongin as he pressed their foreheads together. When she felt his penetrating gaze on her, she opened her eyes to find complicity there. Something that made her legs feel wobbly, as always did when she was with him.

They hadn’t yet described what type of relationship they had, they were together in secret. Nobody knew they were making out in empty hallways or in each other's houses.

It was a mutual agreement, after all, what no one knew, no one ruined, but that didn't mean that the feeling wouldn't grow because Y/N was sure that with each touch Jongin made, she fell in love even faster and deeper.

She knew that trying to stop this from happening was impossible since Jongin was addictive. It was like that the first day they met and it was still like that every time they kissed.

He began another kiss, this time faster, as their tongues met again and their hands were no longer so shy, they roamed each other's bodies.

Y/N imagined it would just be another make out session they would have, her fire seemed to complete Jongin's and they couldn't keep their hands off each other, but it wasn't like that tonight.

Involved by the preview played earlier, the atmosphere in the studio became much more sensual after the kisses, which no longer seemed to be enough.

Her neck was already marked and wet from his devoted kisses on her skin when he started to lift her blouse, making her body and also her pussy combust.

Mainly because he was between her legs when he started to take off the piece of clothing, which she promptly helped him do, considering that she wouldn't be crazy enough to stop his caresses.

His big, warm hands found her breasts and she sighed loudly, feeling her belly squirm inwardly as her panties were soaked.

Jongin had that power over her, his kisses were enough to make her go out of orbit. And he knew it, so much so that his nimble fingers promptly took off the bra she was wearing and his mouth found her breasts, giving the same attention to the hot flesh that his lips and tongue gave to Y/N's mouth.

For her, controlling the moans was an impossible task that she knew she had no control over, that's why she let the studio be filled with her sounds of pure pleasure as her hips tried to rub against Jongin's.

But he was too far away and his intentions were different at that moment, Y/N felt her whole body shiver when he lightly bit the skin of her navel and his fingers found the button of her pants.

She helped him, a little clumsily, to take off her pants and he knelt on the floor, staring at the white panties she was wearing with pure thirst, his fixed eyes made her pussy tremble, yearning for what was to come.

Her panties suffered the same fate as her clothes and her eyes rolled and closed when his finger found her throbbing clit.

Her hips rolled against his hand of their own accord and he approved, starting to move at a pace so slow that it bordered on torture.

Y/N's mouth was already dry and open, her moans were more constant and when she opened her eyes again she saw Jongin bringing his face closer to her pussy.

She trembled from head to toe before feeling his lips against her hot, wet flesh, he placed a soft kiss before extending his tongue out and closing his eyes to eat her like a starved caveman.

Y/N's hand went to his hair, squeezing the strands between her fingers as she felt his wet tongue mix against her own juice that dripped from her pussy, she moaned his name over and over as it was the only thing that her brain could remember at that moment.

His tongue was precise, he knew exactly what to do and how to make her reach orgasm, he alternated between her clitoris and her hot entrance, and he murmured in approval as he felt her inner muscles contract every time he fucked her with the tongue.

But Y/N closed her legs against his face when Jongin kept his tongue on her clit while his fingers worked quickly at her entrance, going back and forth in such a delicious movement that it didn't take long for her to cum for the first time that night.

She tried to take deep breaths as she spasmed and he drank all the juice she had released.

When their hungry eyes met, Jongin's clothes were quickly removed so that Y/N's slender hands could find his hard cock, she stroked it slowly and managed to elicit a few low moans from him. She wanted to make him as ready and thirsty as she was, and she was prepared to do it with her mouth before he stopped her.

"I need you now." He pleaded and she smiled mischievously.

Jongin sat on the couch and Y/N positioned herself on his lap, he directed his dick to her entrance and the moment their eyes met again, he made her sit hard.

Y/N moaned loudly and closed her eyes, her hands resting on his shoulders as Jongin squeezed her waist with a force that would probably leave marks.

She felt his dick pulsating inside her and without being able to control her desire, she began to move.

He moved at the same pace, feeling her hot inside and tight enough for him to bite his own lip.

He helped her keep the rhythm but it didn't seem enough, it had to be faster, so he helped her move up and down on his dick and the sounds began to echo around the studio in perfect synchronization as her nails dug into his skin.

Moans, the sound of their skin slapping together, everything was so erotic and so right that it made Y/N feel dizzy.

“You take my cock so well.”

"Fuck."

Throwing her head back, she hugged him around the neck and he held her more tighter around the waist, getting up from the sofa so he could lean her against the wall. Y/N hugged his waist with her legs and their position made him enter deeper into her pussy, this time not only moans came out but also screams of pleasure.

Jongin thrust hard and deep, he went fast and Y/N felt her new orgasm form in her womb as her skin shivered and her toes trembled with excitement.

"Look at me. I want to face you while you cum on my cock.“ He placed a hand on her chin and made her look him in the eyes, without having the strength to look away.

He then took his hand off her face and brought it to her clitoris, where he made circular movements, making her scream even more and feel her whole body shake as the orgasm came strong.

“Babe…” she whispered, weak and breathless.

Seeing her so intoxicated as her cum dripped out, Jongin continued his thrusts until his body shook and his own orgasm came with force.

He moaned softly and buried his face in the back of her neck as they tried to catch their lost breath.

“If I had known this was the kind of thing you wanted to do with me in the studio, I would have come sooner.” she said, laughing and caressing the back of Jongin's head.

He laughed and placed a kiss on her skin before helping her get off his lap, Y/N felt her legs weak and leaned on his shoulder.

“I should have brought you sooner.” He responded and led her back to the couch.

Y/N lay down, tired and saw Jongin take her panties and helped her put them on, making her smile slightly at the gesture.

He put on his own underwear and Y/N was wearing her bra when suddenly the door was opened without delicacy.

“So that’s how it’s going to be.”

Y/N widened her eyes and covered her body with her arms when Sehun entered the studio furious and red.

Jongin remained standing, looking at his friend seriously.

“This is how you repay me after I shared a secret with you.” Sehun said, angry as he stood in front of Jongin.

"It wasn’t on purpose." he explained, the tone of his voice not so calm.

Sehun laughed, bitterly.

“Of course not, but it didn’t stop you from fucking Y/N right here.” he pointed towards the studio as she felt her face burn. “Right after I told you I liked her.”

Y/N felt her jaw drop and looked at the youngest without knowing what to think.

Did Sehun like her? Since when?

“And what did you want me to do, huh? Stop seeing her?” Jongin questioned, irritated. “You also know that I’m in love with her.”

She felt the corners of her mouth lift into a surprised smile.

She always imagined that but she never heard Jongin say it out loud, so hearing those words was a very nice surprise, knowing that he reciprocated her feelings.

“But I didn’t sleep with her right after.” Sehun accused, hurt and Y/N felt her heart sink.

One of the reasons why she wanted to admit what she felt for Jongin right away was precisely so that everyone would know what was going on between them, without any more secrets.

But she never imagined that Sehun also liked her and that he would be in the studio at the exact moment when she and Jongin couldn't control the need to be together in the most carnal and intimate way possible.

“Sehun.” she called him, getting up from the couch.

And he looked at her, completely hurt.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt that way.” She pressed her lips into a thin line. “If I had known, I would have explained to you earlier that I have been interested in Jongin for a long time.” He nodded silently. “It’s nobody’s fault.”

An unbearable silence fell in the studio, until Sehun sighed.

“You’re right, but that doesn’t change the fact that my friend betrayed me.”

Y/N opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out and Sehun walked away in long strides, leaving both of them with nothing to say behind.

She passed her hand over her face and looked at Jongin, he shook his head as he looked at the door.

“I think I better leave.” she announced quietly and turned to pick up her clothes.

However, he stopped her, holding her arm.

"Come to my home."

She took a deep breath before looking at him.

“Jongin, but Sehun-”

“I won’t walk away from you because of him.” he spoke firmly. "I can't anymore."

She smiled slightly.

"What do you mean?"

He smiled, moving closer to tuck her hair behind her ear and caress her cheek.

“That if being in love with you is a sin, then I will sin again.”

She bit her lower lip.

“No more sex in the studio?”

He laughed, hugging her around the waist and touching their foreheads.

“I can't promise that.” He kissed the tip of her nose, making her close her eyes. “Not after the sounds you made in here.” he kissed her cheek, purposely in the corner of her mouth. “The scenes are engraved in my head and will hardly ever fade out.”

“Then I guess we will sin together.”

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justwritedreams · 1 year ago

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Let me in | Wooyoung

Photographer!Wooyoung x reader

Genre: angst, fluff Word count: 8394 Warnings: blackmail, toxic relationship, graphic violence, mention of a car accident, an annoying fake fiancé he's really an asshole he kisses the reader without consent twice, jealous and red haired Wooyoung because that's a warning. If you don't feel comfortable please don't read! Author: Maari Note: You have no idea how much I love Wooyoung in the halazia era. I'm watching a lot of forbidden love stuff, this obsession will pass Summary: You were ready to confess your love to Wooyoung, but a complicated and dead-end situation changed your plans. Now you don't know whether to let him in or push him away.

Taglist: @foxinnie8

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“Woo, I already said I’ll arrive tomorrow morning.”

“But I miss you.”

Y/N even tried to contain her shy smile but it was in vain, hearing even on the other side of the phone Wooyoung's voice admitting so clearly what she also felt made her feel like she was a teenager.

“You talk as if I’ve been away for a year.”

“That’s what it seemed like to me.” she could clearly see the scene of him pouting. “No one complains about my socks lying around my room or the mess on my desk because of work.”

She took her hotel room card from her pocket as she walked down the hallway.

“I already told you that I don’t know how your mother manages to have you and your mess in her house.”

“Is this an invitation for me to move into your house?”

Maybe it was that whole month away from each other, but he seemed much more seductive over the phone, even with the usual jokes, it seemed like he wanted to find a way to flirt with her.

And well, she wouldn't complain.

She and Wooyoung had gone on a date a while ago, when the poor man was available from his work as a photographer, even though they had known each other for a little over two years it seemed like that day had been different.

And it was, because their first kiss happened in such a special way that Y/N could still feel the texture of his lips tattooed on her own. Soon after, it was her turn to travel for work and since then they haven't had time to talk about their situation. What kind of relationship did they have, even though it was clear that they both liked each other in a way that went beyond friendship.

“Do you think it’s that easy to live with me?” she replied and heard his laugh echo through the line. She was missing him so much. “I’ll want something in return.”

“Um, I know what to give you.” His voice was full of malice and she laughed, embarrassed, feeling her cheeks burn.

"You're impossible!" she said, reaching the bedroom door.

“And you like it anyway.”

She didn't even bother to deny it because it would be a lie, she just didn't want to confess over the phone. She needed to say it looking into his eyes.

“I have to go, I need to pack my bag.” She said and unlocked the door.

“Okay, come back soon. Seriously." he practically begged and she smirked.

"I promise."

The call was disconnected and she entered the room with a silly smile on her face, her stomach churning with anxiety every time she thought or spoke to Wooyoung.

It had been routine for the last month, to compensate for the distance they spoke every day.

Y/N turned on the light in the room and her smile fell when she saw that someone was sitting in the armchair next to the bed, her blood ran cold and she took a step back to leave.

Until she heard the familiar voice.

“Hello, Y/N. Did you miss me, love?”

She strained her eyes and recognized the face that held a pretentious smile.

“Chase.” her voice was barely a whisper.

He smiled widely and she knew it was because she had shown weakness in front of him.

"What are you doing here?" she asked more firmly. “How did you know I was here?”

"What do you think?" His false naivety was starting to irritate her and that answer wasn't what she wanted. “You should start choosing your friends better.”

Y/N felt her jaw drop as her heart ached from the betrayal, it wasn't like she didn't expect it but the disappointment couldn't be contained.

She and Chase went out twice a while ago, he was friends with her best friend and that's how they met. But Y/N didn't feel anything special about the boy, he was handsome, tall, rich and successful, but none of that seemed to matter to Y/N who could only see arrogance in him.

In fact, the only person that haunted her mind during the time she spent with him was Wooyoung. Nobody seemed to be better than him.

After the dates, he seemed more and more interested in her, he sent gifts, flowers, called every day and Y/N found any excuse or pretext to get away, she didn't want to go out with him again, she didn't even want to have a conversation with him because the matters seemed so superficial.

And when she kissed Wooyoung, it was like the entire experience with Chase had been erased.

He became a completely forgettable person.

Of course she politely dumped him and then blocked his number.

But the man, unlike what he had said via message, didn't seem to have given up.

Since he had gone there to the hotel where she was.

She swallowed the urge to cry and went to the door, opening it.

"Get out of my room."

Chase didn't move, he crossed his legs and put his hands together and brought them up to his mouth, resting his elbows on the arms of the chair.

“How is your brother?”

Y/N felt her neck crack so fast she turned to face him. Now instead of feeling her blood run cold, was bubbling with anger.

She knew Chase well enough to understand what he meant.

Y/N's brother was being accused of murder after a car accident, she knew he was innocent but there was no proof of that, not even witnesses. It was just his word about how the alleged victim's car had run a red light, lost control and crashed into him that was in the right of way for the green light. The victim died at the scene and Y/N's brother had been seriously injured, he was still in custody at the hospital as he was recovering but the victim's family sued Y/N's brother the next day.

Y/N's family's life had been turned upside down and that was why she was committed to working overtime, so she could pay the best-known criminal lawyer in the country.

She needed to help her brother.

She didn't respond to Chase, just took a deep breath and stared at the floor, squeezing the door handle tightly.

“I can help, you know.” he started talking. “I can get your brother and his record cleared again.”

She laughed, ironically.

“And what do you want in return?”

She knew he wasn't saying that because he was a good guy. Wooyoung would give her the world without expecting anything in return, but Chase wasn't Wooyoung.

"You."

He got up from the chair and Y/N looked at him offended.

“You marry me and in return your brother will be absolved.” he proposed and started walking towards her who didn't say anything. “You know my dad is a federal judge, he can help.”

Anger was written all over Y/N's face, she was breathing heavily now.

“That’s not helping, that’s blackmail.” she spat out the words and he raised his hand to caress her face, she moved away as far as she could.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re mad.”

She rolled her eyes.

“What if I say no?” she lifted her chin, trying to keep herself strong.

He smiled sideways and brought his face closer to hers, she just narrowed her eyes, feeling her nose itch as she breathed in his perfume.

“Then he will be judged guilty even though he did nothing.”

She laughed in disbelief and tried to find some trace of something that could indicate that he wasn't serious but she couldn't find it.

And it was like her mind snapped.

“You know he’s innocent.” It wasn't a question and he didn't even seem surprised by the statement.

“Where do you think the highway footage is?”

Y/N's eyes filled with tears, it was as if the entire weight of the world had rested on her shoulders.

So her brother could be happy and free but she would become unhappy and trapped?

She was about to be the happiest woman in the world because she would be next to the man she loved.

She had nothing to think about, she wouldn't be the reason for an injustice happening to her own family.

“If I accept, will you hand over the footage to the police?” she asked, feeling her throat close up.

Chase nodded, his eyes were shining victoriously and she hated it.

But if it was the only way to save her brother, she would do it. She didn't wanted the process to drag on any longer than it already was.

Y/N let out an ok so low, showing how much she didn't want to accept that offer.

“Pack your bags, my love. You come back with me today.”

“My ticket is already paid, I’m going tomorrow.” was all she managed to say.

“Fair enough, we’ll have our whole lives to be together.”

Chase brought both hands to Y/N's face and pulled her against her will to leave a kiss on her forehead before leaving the room.

The tears that had previously stopped in her eyes ran down her face as she wiped her forehead to remove any trace of Chase's lips on her skin.

Y/N closed the door with a thud and her body gave way, she sat on the floor while crying compulsively feeling as if strong chains were tied around her wrists.

[...]

“Y/N, this is the fourth time Wooyoung is calling, you need to answer.”

Y/N's mother spoke as she entered her room, making her sigh.

She had been managing to avoid Wooyoung for two weeks, telling him that she would have to postpone her return from the trip because she still had a lot of work to do, it was a lie of course but he didn't need to know.

She knew he was suspicious, he hadn't really believed it when she texted him the next day saying she wouldn't be back. She had done this because she didn't know what to say to him when she met him.

How would she explain that she was going to marry a guy she didn't even like, after everything they happened between them so far?

Could it seem like she was a coward? Yes and she felt that way, but avoiding Wooyoung even though her heart called for him was the only way out she found.

“I’m gonna call him later, mom.” she replied, not looking into her mother's eyes, distracting herself by putting the watch on her wrist.

“You’ve been avoiding him since you came back.” her mother noted. “That's because of Chase, isn’t it?”

Y/N faltered and almost told her mother everything that was happening if she didn't know her mother would make her act with reason. In other words, would make her give up from that insanity.

“I don’t know how he will react about the wedding.” She shrugged and busy herself with putting her things in her bag.

Probably would react the same way her family did, in shock and confusion. One day she had gone to work and the next she was coming back engaged to a guy they didn't even know?

Everyone knew that Wooyoung was in love with Y/N even before they both knew, and that she reciprocated, so the fact that the groom wasn't Wooyoung was quite confusing.

And the look on Y/N's mother's face said exactly that, even though she hadn't elaborated on the subject any further.

“Don’t hurt him.” her mother asked and her shoulders slumped.

She went to her mother and kissed her cheek, trying to smile slightly.

“I would never do that intentionally.” The mother agreed, she knew her daughter's intention but didn't know the reasons that were making her make that decision. “I have a meeting with the wedding photographer, I think I won’t be back for a while.” She explained.

“Is Chase coming to get you?”

Y/N tried hard not to grimace when she remembered that detail.

“He’s already waiting for me.”

The mother crossed her arms and before turned into an interrogation, Y/N decided to leave the house and came face to face with Chase outside the car.

She twisted her mouth and went straight to the passenger side, he hurried to open the door.

“I thought I was going in.”

Y/N frowned and sat down on the car seat.

"Why?"

He closed the door and went to the driver's side.

“Isn’t it time to meet your parents?”

She huffed and buckled the seatbelt as he started the car.

“Do this on your wedding day.” she replied impatiently, turning her face to look at the window and not him.

The last thing she wanted was to hear his voice the whole way. Every day that passed, every second that she was in his company only made her anger grow.

The only thing she felt for him was contempt.

She didn't know why he was so insistent that she accompany him to the meeting with the photographer, since most things about the wedding were his decisions, but she needed to or else her parents would be even more suspicious since the wedding was in a month.

They arrived at a coffee shop she didn't know, Chase tried to place his palm on her back but Y/N moved away, showing that she didn't wanted any physical contact.

He didn't complain out loud but it was clear that it had bothered him. He led her to a table and she saw a young man sitting with his back with newly dyed red hair. She had the impression that she knew those broad shoulders but blinked a few times trying to get that thought out of her head

She constantly saw him everywhere in the last few days, it was just a projection of her own desires.

“Jung?” Chase caught the boy's attention and he turned to face the couple with a wide smile on his face.

But the same smile on Y/N's face fell away the moment she recognized him.

Wooyoung stood up from the chair with his eyes fixed on Y/N, visibly shocked to see her there, he looked at Chase who extended his hand.

“Chase, right?” he asked still stunned, shaking his hand.

"That's right." she heard amusement in Chase's voice. “This is my fiancée, Y/N.”

The exchange of glances between the two although it took only a few seconds, seemed to last an eternity, he was speechless and she wanted to explain herself but this was neither the place nor the time.

"Nice to meet you." she spoke quickly, extending her hand to him who held it without understanding why she was pretending she didn't know him.

Wooyoung just nodded with a restrained smile.

As soon as they sat down, Y/N right in front of Wooyoung, he tried to maintain the professional pose and completely ignored his heart.

While looking and talking to Chase he even managed to act professionally so he started not looking towards Y/N, since she herself hadn't opened her mouth to say a single word but it was obvious that the weight of her gaze was making Wooyoung's task of ignoring her even more difficult.

He wanted to confront her, hearing the love plans coming from Chase's mouth filled with a boastful tone was irritating him deeply and the fact that she was standing there quiet made it even worse.

But he realized that something wasn't right when Chase announced that the pre-wedding photos, which would take place over the weekend, would be taken in a city park as he pointed out that the fountain there would be a great setting.

Y/N hated public places and the sun. That specific weekend would be one of the hottest of the year and he knew the park, the fountain attracted families who took their children to play with the waterfalls.

It was a great photo spot, that was true, but not for Y/N.

Wooyoung had his left eyebrow raised and his locked teeth highlighted the perfect shape of his jaw even more, Y/N looked at him with shame and deep sadness, at no point did he direct his attention to her even for a second. Of course she understood the reason but that didn't stop the wound in her heart from opening even wider.

It was enough for both of them when, after planning everything for the weekend, Chase got up and pulled Y/N by her hand not so gently, holding both sides of her face preventing her from moving away he placed his lips on hers. Wooyoung clenched his fists, breathing heavily when he saw that Y/N in addition to not reciprocating also tried to move away, her lips in a thin line while her arms stayed at her sides.

Although he was extremely angry about the situation, he wanted to laugh at the man's desperation in trying to mark his territory as if he were a dog, all that was left was to lift his paw and piss on her.

Chase walked away with a wide smile on his face and said goodbye to Wooyoung who returned an ironic smile and for the first time his eyes met Y/N's. Even though he needed an explanation from her, when he noticed that she had a disgusted expression and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, it was enough for him to draw his own conclusions.

Something was very wrong and he was going to find out what it was.

[...]

Y/N wanted that day to end as quickly as possible.

She hadn't even started the photo shoot and was already hating every minute of it. First, it was a hot and muggy day, there wasn't a single cloud in the sky and she was already sweating because of it. Secondly she was hating the dress she was wearing, a pre-wedding gift from Chase, the dress was tight in the wrong places and more see-through than she would have liked, she was feeling completely uncomfortable.

Thirdly, because pretending for who knows how many hours that she was terribly in love with her fiance was tiring just imagining it.

But she followed the plan, went to the park feeling her hands cold and her heart beating fast thinking about Wooyoung. She hoped the whole way that he had assigned someone from his team to take the photos, so she could sigh in the corners without anyone knowing that he was the reason.

The last person she imagined meeting in that coffee shop was him, with so many photographers around town how could she have predicted that he would be the one hired. Also she would never imagine him with red hair like that and how handsome he would look. She shouldn't have found his serious expression so attractive but it would be a lie if she said that his new look hadn't messed with her.

Just seeing the red hair from miles away made her legs tremble and it became even more difficult to control her breathing when his eyes met hers. She could see the hurt he felt and it made her shoulders sag.

"Hey." she greeted him shyly.

The tension was so clear that anyone passing by would be able to tell.

"Hey." he replied quietly, looking to the sides. “Your fiancé is not coming?” His voice carried sarcasm and she took a deep breath.

Yeah, maybe she deserved that.

“He was supposed to be here.” she muttered and diverted her attention to take her phone out of her bag. At the same time as she unlocked the screen the phone rang, a call from Chase. "Where are you?" she answered.

She heard a heavy cough on the other side and frowned.

"At home." his voice didn't sound good at all, not that she really cared.

"You won't come?" she asked in disbelief and that caught Wooyoung's attention.

“I'm sick, my love, I only managed to get out of bed to vomit.”

She shouldn't have but a slight smile appeared on her face. So does that mean she would be free from him all day? Finally her wishes were being granted.

“Then we better reschedule.”

“Do whatever you want, Y/N, my head is exploding.”

Chase hung up the call and she looked at her phone in surprise for a few seconds while her heart jumped with joy, turning to face Wooyoung she saw him with his eyebrow raised and it was very difficult not to sigh.

Even though he was wearing simple black clothes, he could take her breath away like no other could.

“He’s not coming.” she shrugged, sounding much more excited than she should have been.

“He should at least let us know in advance.” he replied, adjusting the strap of his camera bag over his shoulder. “I’m not his employee.” he continued, irritated.

“I know, sorry about that, Woo.”

He shook his head.

“Don’t apologize for his actions, it doesn’t suit you.”

They exchanged a long look, perhaps the longest since the meeting in the cafeteria, trying to look for answers to questions they hadn't yet asked and perhaps already found.

"Why are you doing this?" he questioned, making her swallow hard.

“Photos are a…”

He laughed, humorlessly.

“That’s not what I’m talking about.” he interrupted her and Y/N was silent.

She knew exactly what he was referring to and the only thing she wanted to do was tell him the truth.

“Let’s not talk about it, please.” she begged or else would actually tell him why.

Y/N made to move away but Wooyoung gently grabbed her wrist, not only making her stop in place but also causing a shiver to run through her body.

She looked down at his hand, feeling all the heat from his palm and went up until she met his eyes. Her legs gave way, of course, her heart was racing so fast that even though they were in a public place he could easily hear it.

“You owe me an explanation.” Y/N looked away. He was right, she did but couldn't. “Out of nowhere you have a fiancé?”

“That’s not how it happened.” she said without looking him in the eye.

“Is that why you won’t look me in the eye?” he questioned, she felt his eyes on her and yet she didn't return them, just looked around afraid that someone would see them there.

Realizing what Y/N was doing, he pulled her without hurting to a more distant area, covered by trees and literally empty, he released his grip but stayed close to her staring at her in the same way, deeply as if he could see the answer she was giving in her expressions.

“Woo, please don’t do that.” she begged closing her eyes, she didn't have the strength to keep lying to him.

“Give me one good reason to believe in this engagement.” She opened her eyes and looked at him without the courage to admit it. “You don’t like when he touches you, I saw the disgusted face you made when he kissed you.” her jaw dropped. “And you were happy he wasn't coming, so unless your love language is not showing any affection, which I know isn't true, explain to me why you're going to marry him in a month. ”

Y/N started to sweat even more and reached for the straps of her dress, as if that would somehow alleviate her nervousness and consequently the heat. But she knew it wouldn't until saying what was stuck in her throat.

“Everything we experienced couldn’t have been a lie.” the sad and giving up tone of Wooyoung's voice made Y/N's heartbreak even more.

That's why she approached him, bringing both hands to the sides of his face making him look into her eyes.

"It wasn’t." she replied with conviction. “Believe me, I have never been happier than when I was with you.”

"So, what is happening? Tell me, please." he pleaded.

“He’s blackmailing me.” she spoke at once without breathing or blinking, and it was as if half a ton had been lifted off her shoulders.

She could only feel confidence through his eyes, she wouldn't be able to continue carrying this burden alone.

"What?"

Y/N sighed before continuing, her eyes filling with tears.

“He has the footage that proves my brother is innocent but he will only hand it over after the wedding.” her voice wavered at the end and Wooyoung looked at her in terror, not believing that someone could do that. “If I didn’t accept it, my brother would be unjustly arrested!”

Unable to say anything, he pulled her into a tight protective hug, Y/N buried her face in his neck and cried as he stroked her back. All the anger he had felt in that coffee shop seemed so small to what Y/N was going through alone, because he knew her so well that he was sure she hadn't told anyone that in order to protect her family. It was too heavy a guilt for her to bear alone.

And he would help her, one way or another.

[...]

Y/N rolled her eyes when she saw Chase standing at the door of her house with a cheeky smile on his face, she snorted when he walked in uninvited.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, still holding the door open and saw him sit on the couch as if he were in his own home.

“I came to meet your parents, are they there?” He looked around and she had to take a deep breath to keep from screaming at him.

“They are in the hospital.” she replied with a boring tone.

“Great, you can stay at the door because the photographer is coming here.” he advised, catching her attention as she narrowed her eyes.

"Why?" she questioned, not understanding.

“We have some unfinished business to resolve with him since the pre-wedding has been postponed.” he said in a tone of obviousness and Y/N closed the door slowly, taking a deep breath.

“And why did you call him here?”

She saw the same amused smile on Chase's face that irritated her, he didn't respond immediately, just analyzed her noticing the fear in her eyes.

“Did you want me to take some mr. nobody to our apartment?’

Y/N locked her jaw both in anger and to prevent her from defending Wooyoung right away, it would be obvious to Chase what she felt for Wooyoung and she didn't need any more threats but she also felt there was something beyond that unexpected visit.

And to think that she had spent 3 days away from him and any interaction, she would give anything to have that peace again while he was sick.

Before she could think of how to respond, the doorbell rang and that was the moment her heart skipped a beat. It was the most painful dilemma she could be living in, she wanted so much to see Wooyoung again since after she had confessed what had happened they were keeping daily calls and he was being so understanding with her - it only made her fall in love with him even more - , but she didn't want Chase to use Wooyoung.

Because she knew he was up to something and she didn't know how much she could hide from him.

She answered the door with cold hands and gave Wooyoung a nervous smile, both didn't needed to say anything for him to notice the tension, his eyes swept the house and found Chase sitting as if he were a king. His serious expression mixed with anger appeared and he even tried to give Y/N a polite smile but they couldn't even call it a smile.

She directed Wooyoung to sit in the armchair while she stood, but Chase had other plans.

“I’m sorry about what happened over the weekend, I wasn’t feeling very well.” he took the opportunity to pull Y/N by the hand and make her sit on the couch beside him. He also put his hand on her knee, Wooyoung just watched him in silence, trying not to show how much that attitude was irritating him.

“Don’t worry, it happens more than you think.” he faked a smile. “It must be the wedding anxiety.”

Y/N looked at Wooyoung carefully, he seemed determined not to fall for Chase's trick who, not satisfied, began to squeeze her knee with unnecessary force.

“Maybe that’s what it should be, it’s not every day that we get to marry the woman of our life.” Y/N tried to break Chase's grip by holding onto his fist but it was impossible considering he was much stronger than her.

“Few are lucky enough to have reciprocal love.”

Y/N would have laughed at the exchange of barbs between the two - Wooyoung's hint was explicit - if Chase's fingers weren't hurting her knee, her face contorted into a grimace of pain that was seen by Wooyoung.

He clenched his fists and almost managed to get up and pull Chase away from Y/N.

“Can you give me some water, please?” he asked, trying to get her to move away from him somehow.

"Sure!" her voice came out thinner than usual, Chase released his hand from her knee as soon as she got up from the couch.

At the same moment his phone rang, apologizing he went to another room to answer it while Y/N looked at Wooyoung to follow her to the kitchen, he did so and as soon as they arrived, they were both able to release the breath they had been holding.

"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly and she went to the fridge to get a bottle, nodding. “You won't marry that animal.”

She turned to hold out the water bottle and crossed her arms when he took it.

"I don't have a choice." she whispered.

“I’m not going to let you live with that asshole.” he snapped, angrily spitting out the words. “He hurt you.” he pointed to her leg, Y/N was wearing shorts so the place where Chase had squeezed was visible, it was red, she even tried to cover it with her hands by lowering her head but it was no use. “Not just physically.”

Y/N stood up to look at him, he was so serious that the vein in his neck stood out, rarely had she seen him like that, his red hair matched the fire of hatred he felt.

She couldn't deny it, not when he was right. The pain in her body was very small compared to the pain in her heart and she didn't know what to do, although she agreed with Wooyoung that she shouldn't marry Chase, she didn't see any other way to help her brother.

So she just stood there, silently staring at him. He took advantage and approached her slowly, placing his hands on her shoulders so he could comfort her and also give her strength.

“Don’t push me away.” he begged, making her sigh. “I’ll find a way to help you out of this, but you need to let me in.” she looked away, afraid of the answer she wanted to give. It wouldn't be fair to involve him in that mess. But he didn't give up, he raised his hands to both sides of her face and slowly lifted her, looking deep into her eyes and just whispered. "Please."

How could she deny anything in those eyes?

"Alright." she agreed quietly and he smiled lightly.

That was enough for now.

He started to hug her, he wanted to be able to wrap himself around her to the point of protecting her from anything, but Y/N heard footsteps coming from the room and quickly moved away from Wooyoung, keeping a safe distance so that Chase wouldn't notice what was happening there.

He arrived at the door and Wooyoung pretended to act like he was a stranger.

"Thank you so much." he handed the bottle back to Y/N as if he had actually drunk it and she just nodded. “Well, I'm leaving now. I have other clients to talk to.”

He glanced at Y/N and started walking to leave the kitchen.

“So see you this weekend.” Chase spoke as soon as Wooyoung passed him, making him raise his eyebrow.

He turned to face Chase and it took a lot of strength not to wipe the victorious smile off his face with his own hands, but he just smiled back.

He didn't even know what was coming.

“If you don’t have any other unforeseen circumstances.”

Y/N tried to contain her laughter in vain, receiving Chase's furious look and Wooyoung's complicit look, he left rolling his eyes at Y/N's fiancé leaving the two alone with his heart in his hands.

He couldn't bear to imagine her alone with that idiot but for now it had to be like that, until he found a way to help her.

“Was that funny to you?” Chase asked as soon as he heard the living room door close.

She huffed, leaving the bottle on the sink.

“I have no time for your dramas.” she retorted and followed the same way as Wooyoung.

However, she barely reached the room, as Chase grabbed her arm, forcing her to stop.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice the exchange of looks between you.” he spoke threateningly and she tried not to show how much it affected her.

That's why she decided to pretend she didn't understand.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She tried to pull her arm away but he tightened his grip. “Can you let me go?” she asked, a little more firmly.

“Don’t even try to have your bachelorette party with the photographer. It won’t be worth it anyway.”

Y/N felt her palm itch to slap him but realized she didn't need to, the fact that Chase's ego was hurt because of Wooyoung was enough for her at that moment.

“Said the man who is using blackmail to have a woman who doesn’t love him.” she replied in a sarcastic tone and he forcefully brought her closer. "What are you gonna do?" she smiled wryly. "Hit me?"

She couldn't reveal what she really felt for Wooyoung but she had enough strength to defy him, knowing that she could count on Wooyoung had given her the courage she needed in that situation and for the first time she left him without an answer.

Now more than ever she was committed to finding a way not to get married.

[...]

Y/N was already lying in bed, looking at the ceiling reflecting on everything and nothing at the same time, her parents were already sleeping in the other room and the house was completely pitch black, indicating that it was already late at night. } She couldn't sleep, no matter how much she turned in bed, she didn't even need to look at the clock on her phone to know that it was already dawn and she had wasted a lot of time lying there.

The device vibrated next to the bed and she jumped in fright, she almost didn't look at her phone because she wasn't in the mood but her curiosity was greater.

When she unlocked the screen she saw a message from Wooyoung.

'Open the door'

She sat on the bed as soon as she read the message with a frown, replied asking which door and received the answer quickly.

‘From the entrance, I’m here.’

Y/N's jaw dropped and she got out of bed hurriedly, without remembering the thin fabric pajamas she was wearing she left the room trying to be silent, leaving her phone in the room. She went to the living room without turning on the lights and opened the door slowly so as not to make any noise, he was standing there in front of her with a worried expression.

Before she could question why he was there, Wooyoung took a long step and pulled her into an almost desperate hug, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his face in her neck.

Y/N just reciprocated, confused but happy to be able to breathe deeply against the heat of his body, she didn't count how long they stayed there but neither of them separated anytime soon.

"Are you well?" he whispered and his breath against her skin made her shiver.

"Yes, I am."

Now she was much better with him there.

He pulled away and his eyes darted to Y/N's outfit.

“Nice outfit.” he jerked his head towards her pajamas, making her blush.

"Silly." she pushed him lightly and he laughed softly, closing the door behind him. “What are you doing here at this time?”

“I couldn’t sleep, I kept thinking about what that monster was going to do to you.” he admitted and she smirked.

“Modesty aside, I defended myself very well.” she said, proudly and he narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah?" he crossed his arms. "What did you say?"

She shrugged.

"The truth. That he is blackmailing a woman who doesn't even love him, it's the only way he can be with me.”

He smiled proudly and admiringly, barely able to stop his hand from going to the back of her head. Y/N did nothing but look him in the eyes and sigh.

"The only way?"

Her cheeks burned violently at Wooyoung's low and seductive tone, but she liked that feeling, it was reminiscent of their first kiss.

“He’s gonna live with the fact that my heart will never be his.” she was sincere, making him bring their bodies closer together again.

“You say as if your heart already has an owner.” he tried to contain a smile but Y/N saw it too well, moving her hand from his arm to his shoulder making him shiver.

"And has." she replied with conviction, making him raise an eyebrow. "You."

His smile grew at the same time that a sparkle appeared in his eyes, she just returned the smile. Wooyoung then took his other hand to her waist, wrapping his arm around her and took a few steps forward, automatically she walked backwards until she felt the hard surface of the wall and of course her legs faltered.

“We are so corny.” he whispered and she laughed. “We look like two teenagers in love.”

“And aren’t we?”

He laughed softly and in response brought his face closer to Y/N's, stroking her nose with his own, she just closed her eyes while her heart accelerated considerably.

He didn't rush anything even though their already heavy breaths hit each other, they both just needed that stolen moment in hope that it would last forever.

It was Wooyoung who ended the little distance that remained, hot and eager lips met in an intense and quick kiss, their bodies missed the textures of each other's lips. It was as if they had been away from each other's arms for years.

They didn't wanted to wait to lose themselves in that feeling of wet lips molding perfectly, as if they were made for each other.

When the tongues took over the action, Wooyoung's hand went to the back of Y/N's head and increased the speed of the kiss, making her hug him by the shoulders with both arms to be firm or else she would fall.

Air at that moment seemed like such a small detail, they wanted to get lost in that kiss, in each other's tastes.

And that's exactly what they did, until their lungs hurt.

It was Y/N who broke the kiss, not because she really wanted to but because she needed to, she just didn't count that Wooyoung would distribute kisses all over her face and down to her jaw followed by her neck, there would be no way her legs would stay steady anyway.

"What are we doing?" she asked with a wide smile on her face and still with her eyes closed.

“We are loving each other.” he responded against her skin, making goosebumps emerge as he began to give light bites. "So much."

Y/N brought her hands to the back of his neck, caressing while he didn't seem to be satisfied with the wet kisses he was giving on her skin.

“Woo.” she called him and in response he gave a light bite right below her ear, she had to bite her own lower lip to keep from letting out a moan.

That's why she took a hand to his hair and pulled without much force, to make him look at her.

"Don't do that." he said biting his lower lip as well and she got lost in the intense glow of passion in his eyes.

“You know how much I wanted to ask you to stay.” Suddenly her mouth went dry just with his eyes looking at her so closely and she had to wet her lips with her own tongue.

"I know." he smiled lightly and his hand went to her cheek where he caressed it slowly, making her close her eyes momentarily. "I'm leaving."

Although she nodded, the last thing she wanted was for him to leave.

“One more kiss and I’ll be gone.” he asked and she smiled sideways.

He approached for a new kiss, this time with the taste of a painful goodbye but also with the certainty that it wouldn't be the last between them.

Y/N was sure once again that she could spend the whole night in his arms.

[...]

“Your father just called.” Y/N's mother stopped at the kitchen door. “It seems that a witness has emerged in your brother’s favor.”

Y/N opened her eyes wide and went to her mother.

"Like how? When?"

“Apparently there was a witness with the guy in the other car, they were in a bar or something, he saw the guy leave the place completely drunk and speeding more than he should have.”

Y/N felt a wave of relief course through her body.

“But why did he only appear now?” she questioned, still a little lost.

“The lawyer said he didn’t know what had happened before, when he found out about the case he went to the police to tell them what he saw that day.”

Y/N's jaw dropped and she blinked several times.

"And now?"

“I’m going to the hospital to tell your brother.” said and she nodded. “Your father will meet me there.”

"Alright, mom. As soon as I get off work, I’ll stop by the hospital.”

The two said goodbye and Y/N went to brush her teeth as soon as her mother left the house, after finishing she picked up her bag on the sofa and went to the door, looking for the key that seemed to be hidden in the middle of her things in the bag.

She was too busy to notice that Chase was at the door just waiting for her to open and when she did, he took her bag and threw it far into the house, making her startle and lift her head to look at him.

Chase entered the house and grabbed her arms, shaking her.

“Do you think you can do this to me?” He asked, completely irritated and she looked at him scared.

"Are you crazy?" she spoke louder, trying to get away from his hands in vain.

“You really are a slut, all I had to do was turn my back and you stabbed me.”

"What are you talking about?"

Chase laughed in disbelief.

“From your little show last night.” she frowned. “Of course you would rub yourself against the photographer at the first opportunity like a slut.”

Y/N was unresponsive for a moment and her silence made Chase shake her harder, angrily.

"Answer me!"

“How did you-” she barely finished the sentence because he interrupted her.

"What do you think? I put a camera in this room.” Y/N looked at him completely offended. “I wanted to make sure your affair with him wasn’t just an illusion in my head.”

She shook her head, unable to believe that this was happening because she knew that he was fully capable of doing something absurd like that.

All the frustrations, fears, insecurities and doubts since Chase had blackmailed her had taken over her but now she had more than hope, she was sure that she would no longer have the weight of her wrongfully convicted brother on her shoulders.

Relief came and with it her voice became firmer and even louder.

"You really wanna know? Yes, I kissed him.” she admitted and with all the strength she had, she freed herself from his grip. “And I plan on kissing Wooyoung for the rest of my life!” he glared at her as she took steps back. “I love him and your blackmail is no longer strong because my brother will be free with or without the footage.” she smiled widely and saw him falter for a few seconds. “I'm not marrying you, Chase, ever. Not even if humanity depends on it. Now get out of my house!”

Her breathing became labored, the screams she gave were of freedom and she felt light. However, Chase didn't look happy at all.

He blinked a few times and then advanced on her, holding her jaw with one hand while with the other he grabbed her waist and made her lean against the wall.

Y/N started to struggle, trying to push him away.

"I will not give up on you." he warned. “I’m gonna have you back.”

“You can't get it back what was never yours.” she replied between her teeth, she was feeling suffocated by his presence and his hand on her face.

“We’ll see.”

He lifted Y/N's face and decided to attack her neck with kisses that made Y/N start punching his chest to make him move away.

"Let me go!" she screamed, feeling disgusted every time his mouth touched her skin and tears began to form. "Stop it.”

“If you’re not going to be mine, you’re not going to be anyone else’s.” he spoke angrily and began to hug her around the waist to stop her from continuing to fight.

"Help! Somebody help."

That was Y/N's last scream before Chase was pushed away from her, he staggered back in confusion while Y/N cried against the wall.

“Get your filthy paws off her.” Wooyoung's voice echoed through the room, the harsh tone betraying how angry he was.

Seeing Y/N being grabbed against her will by that idiot had made him see red the moment he reached his feet at the entrance of the house, he didn't see anything else, he just walked up to the two and threw Chase away.

“Woo.” Her shaky voice made him step in front of her protectively, she grabbed the dark denim vest he was wearing.

“If you touch her one more time, I’ll break your arm.” he warned and Chase laughed wryly.

“I’m not scared of a loser like you.”

“Try it if you’re a man.”

Chase felt provoked and then advanced on Wooyoung who did the same before he could get close to Y/N, she even tried to stop him while still holding his clothes but she couldn't, Wooyoung applied the first blow. A hard punch to Chase's face, enough to make a loud noise and the man staggered to the side as Wooyoung threw another punch at him.

Chase held him by the waist and pushed him against the wall, Wooyoung hit his back but managed to retaliate by kneeing him in the stomach.

“Stop!” Y/N screamed desperately when she saw that neither of them were going to stop. "Stop it!"

When Wooyoung was punched in the face, she ran to the bag thrown on the floor and grabbed her phone in desperation, dialing the emergency number.

It was time for Wooyoung to strike one more time and immobilize him by the neck she had already called the police.

“I should break your neck for daring to blackmail and touch my girl.” he spoke quietly to Chase who was trying to free himself. “But you’re not worth it.”

He released him, kicking him in the back as he sucked in the air he'd lost lying on the floor.

Wooyoung stood up and looked at him with disgust, Y/N ran to him worried.

"Are you ok?" she asked while analyzing his face, he had blood in the corner of his mouth and his hands were red from the punches he had given and even though he was breathing heavily, he was standing as if nothing had happened.

"I am fine." he replied, looking at her with a bit of guilt.

Her neck was red and just from those marks he wanted to keep punching Chase.

"Come here." He pulled her into a hug, without taking his eyes off Chase, he looked really hurt.

And even though he shouldn't have felt this way Wooyoung was proud of himself for leaving him where he belonged.

The floor.

Y/N buried her face in Wooyoung's neck and tried to reduce the adrenaline in her blood by taking deep breaths of his scent to calm down.

In the background, sirens could be heard indicating they were arriving.

That was why Wooyoung pulled Y/N further away from Chase, so they could have a little more privacy while the police arrived.

"Are you ok?" he asked quietly and the answer he got was Y/N nodding.

“I’m glad you didn’t break anything, or else my mom would be mad.” she spoke against his skin and he laughed, at the sensation and her concern at that moment.

“Mad at her son-in-law for defending her daughter?” he asked in a slightly calmer tone.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again.” she asked and pulled away enough to look at him.

He took a deep breath and nodded, in a serious tone he asked “Was it sexy at least?”

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Don't go | Jongho

Jongho x Reader

Word count: 807

Genre: angst

Author: maari

Warnings: mention of an accident (no injuries) and no happy ending which is surprising coming from me

Note: Okay so you know I don't write angst often (I hate suffering) but considering this was my dream today and I got the scene stuck in my head, I had to write it so suffer with me 😃

Summary: The only thing you wanted was for him not to go. But that's not enough.

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Y/N was still half asleep, she had partially woken up but didn't have the strength to see what time it was. The bed she was sleeping in was too cozy for her to think about doing anything other than staying in the same position, but her eyes noticed that the other side of the bed was empty.

Before she could fully wake up, Jongho's figure with his bare torso entered her field of vision even though the room was completely dark.

He lay back down on the bed next to her, his face turned towards hers and his serene expression smiled subtly when he saw her almost awake.

Without saying anything, she looked for his hand and when she found it, she intertwined their fingers, bringing their joined hands to her mouth to place a soft kiss on the back of his hand.

"Don't go." she pleaded softly, keeping their hands together close to her face as if she could stop him from going again.

Jongho came closer, touching their foreheads and kissed the tip of her nose, making her sigh and close her eyes, ready to give in to sleep again.

“I’m here.”

She smiled lightly and thinking it wasn't enough, she looked for Jongho’s legs with her own and intertwined them too, keeping her cold foot on his calf that shivered with the difference in temperature.

Y/N opened her eyes and looked at him, seeing him with his mouth open in surprise at her cold foot and she just laughed softly.

“You were away for too long, I got cold.” she complained with a pout and he laughed softly.

“Then let me warm you up.” he promised and with his free hand hugged her waist. “Go back to sleep.”

He didn’t even need to say anything else, with the warmth of his body and his presence, she went back to sleep feeling like the happiest person in the world for being with the person she loved the most.

When Y/N woke up fully, the room was already bright, making her squint because of the brightness and with a smile on her face she reached for the other side of the bed.

However, the same smile disappeared when she realized that the bed was empty and cold, she just looked to the side to make sure she was alone there and quickly stood up, feeling her heart heavy.

Swallowing hard, she got out of bed, already looking for her clothes and putting them on while she looked around the room for Jongho.

There didn't seem to be any sign of him.

She put on the shoes that were thrown near the sideboard in the room and it was when she stood up that she saw a paper with her name on it.

In his handwriting.

She grabbed the paper in a hurry and her eyes ran over it more than once, still not quite understanding.

"I know that no excuse will be enough to explain why I can't be with you, even if it's all I want. But there are certain things that I can't tell you.

I wish they were enough to stop my love for you from growing. But they're not.

Forgive me.”

Y/N swallowed a sob as thick tears formed. It wasn't the confession she wanted, but now that she had it, all she could think about was how unfair it was.

Why couldn't she have him there with her? Why now?

She left the hotel and was startled to see the busy street with several people talking loudly ahead, which made her panic.

A car accident a few meters away had just happened, three cars involved and one of them caught Y/N's attention.

It was a Mercedes exactly like Jongho's.

Desperate, she simply ran to the scene of the accident without caring about what she would see, but none of the victims were inside the cars and she circled where she was standing several times, looking for Jongho or anything that belonged to him.

She was torn between whether or not she wanted to meet him. Part of her wanted to see him again, but the other part didn't want anything bad to happen to him or for her to witness that. She knew her heart could never handle it.

If she was shaking at that moment, not knowing if he was also involved in the accident, imagine what she would be like if that were real.

But when she realized it wasn't, relief filled her heart as she held his note to her heart.

She just didn't want him to leave. But it was too late now.

That didn't mean she would simply give up on finding him again.

This time she wanted to hear him say the three words she had been needing for months.

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justwritedreams · 2 years ago

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All about you | Sehun

Sehun x Reader

Word count: 2.705 Genre: fluff, little angst Author: maari Warnings: A small argument, lack of communication between them, the reader feels pressured, kinda based on real life lol Note: I liked this one, even though I had countless ideas for this request, this scenario was the best I could write Request: he’s been distancing himself from his s/o and they get in a fight he confesses that he wants to get married and start a family but he thinks that his s/o doesn’t want to get married and start a family because she’s younger than him (she’s 21-22) but it turns out that she actually wants to marry sehun and have kids with him.

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The atmosphere in the car was heavy and neither Sehun nor Y/N dared to clear that cloud that had settled over their heads.

It was supposed to be a pleasant weekend, it was the first time that Sehun met his girlfriend's family and although he had listened carefully to what she had said about the family, how the 3 siblings she had were jealous and protective of her because she was the youngest in the family or how everyone talked about it very loudly, he had overlooked everything because that was a very important step they were taking in their relationship.

He was happy and anxious. Well, before lunch.

It hadn't been a complete disaster until Y/N's parents and siblings started talking about kids and marriage.

Even though they had been together for less than a year, Sehun and her had never gotten into this subject, so he didn't know what she really thought.

However, the more the parents or siblings commented on some acquaintances or friends who were seeing their daughters have babies or walk down the aisle, Y/N's expression changed drastically.

She stopped eating immediately, her face withered and serious, staring at any point on the table while the family joked that they couldn't wait for all this to happen to her.

Sehun noticed her shoulder getting stiffer with each plan her family made, hoping that she would agree or be excited to announce that it would soon be her.

What didn't happen.

And that actually worried Sehun. Because he had never cared about the age difference between them until then, Y/N was always much more mature than most people her age and was always very authentic in front of him, but that afternoon he felt the abyss of generation that separated them.

Because he wanted stability, security and a family, yes, why not?

He had seen his best friends go through this, Y/N's family house was packed with her nephews and he had enjoyed that. He made him feel at home.

He glanced at her once again, Y/N had her head pressed against the window and her arms were crossed, she was looking at the landscape outside but her eyes weren't focused there, her mind was elsewhere and he knew that.

"Love." he called to her quietly. “Babe, come on, it doesn’t have to be like this. It wasn't that bad.”

She laughed, humorless.

“A lunch with the Adams family would have been more fun.”

It was his turn to laugh, incredulous at the harsh tone of her voice.

“You’re overreacting now.”

He looked at her at the exact moment she brought her hand to rub her face.

“Are you crying?” he asked worriedly, his brow furrowed.

Y/N even shook her head because she didn't trust her own voice but Sehun took one hand off the steering wheel and placed it on her chin, making her look at him.

Her eyes were teary and red, and she wore a guilty expression.

She pulled his hand away when she noticed his surprised expression.

"Sorry." was all she said before sniffing her nose.

Sehun returned his hand to the steering wheel, confused.

"Why are you apologizing?" he asked, eyes intent on the road.

He wanted to understand her reaction so he could help or comfort her.

“It would have been the perfect afternoon if my family hadn’t ruined it with stupid questions.”

Sehun felt like he had been punched in the stomach.

"You don't need-"

“No, Sehun, you don’t understand.” She adjusted herself on the car seat, looking at him. “I hate it when they do that, they talk about my life as if they could decide for me, as if I wasn't adult enough to make my own decisions.”

He took a deep breath, he understood her frustration but wanted to calm her down because he didn't want it to come between the two of them.

“They want me to follow in the footsteps of everyone they know, they judged me for taking so long to find a boyfriend while my friends were in serious relationships long before me, and now they want me to do exactly what everyone else has been doing. Getting married and having children, they didn't even ask me if I wanted that, they immediately said that I would have to live a peaceful and almost boring life.

“You never said you didn’t want this.” he reminded her and she was silent for a moment.

“Well, I don’t know.” she shrugged. “I'm too young to decide something so important, I mean, do you know how big a responsibility it is to bring a child into the world?”

“I think you're thinking too much about a subject you're still not sure about. And I don’t think age is an issue.” he said, seriously, now avoiding looking at her.

“It's just that I never stopped to think about whether I wanted this or not, I mean until last year I didn't even know you.”

“And what does that have to do with it?”

“We haven’t even been dating for a year, Sehun.” she remembered.

"And?" he asked, in an obvious tone and she looked at him confused.

“How are we going to make plans for a future that we don’t even know will come?”

He laughed, bitterly.

“And why do you date someone if not to make plans?” he questioned and she was silent. “Unless you’re with me just because I’m pretty.”

She looked at him offended.

“Of course not, you know I love you.”

“So I don’t understand why you’re so mad about this, it doesn’t mean you’ll get pregnant tomorrow if you think about it.”

She crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes.

“You talk like you really want to get married and have kids with me.” she laughed in disbelief and waited for him to deny it but the answer she got was very different from what she imagined.

"And if I want?" He stopped at the lighthouse, turning his attention to her who faltered, her jaw dropping without being able to control it.

"What?"

“Do you want me to repeat it? Okay, I want to marry and have children with you, Y/N. Ever since I realized I was in love with you, I've thought about building a future for us.” Y/N's expression was pure shock but Sehun continued. “I don't want to waste any more time because soon I'll have to go to the army.”

“You don’t need to remind me of that.” she snorted.

This was another discussion that would certainly worsen the situation in that car.

“I’m just saying that I want to build a life with you after I get dispensed.” she tried to look for any trace of doubt in his eyes but she didn't find any, Sehun never looked so convinced and that scared her, leaving her speechless. “But only if you want too.” he spoke finally, ending the subject there.

She sighed and rested her head against the window again, not knowing what to say and with a huge confusion in her head.

[...]

When Sehun warned Y/N that he would be busy for the next few days, she understood.

She knew that her boyfriend's schedule was getting tighter and tighter because of the upcoming enlistment, he was trying to get everything done.

When he stopped responding to her frequently, she also understood. She had the slight impression that he was moving away from her, but she tried not to jump to conclusions before he told her himself.

But after almost a month without seeing him in person, with short conversations and no emotion, she didn't think it was just an impression. He was moving away, and what was worse, he was avoiding talking to her.

He was dodging it, always giving the same excuse that work was taking up all his time.

Since the fight in the car, well, she didn't think it had been a real fight, at most an argument, neither of them had brought up the subject of family and children again.

Even though she was thinking about it every day. Although she missed talking to her boyfriend, for the first few weeks she enjoyed it because she needed time to think about her life.

She didn't consider herself a person who made a lot of plans, she didn't even know what career she wanted to pursue, because in fact she was afraid of setting certain goals and ending up not being able to achieve them, frustration was the worst feeling for her.

But, she needed to admit that Sehun was right.

And more than ever she realized that if she were to do that, create a future with someone, she could only imagine it being with Sehun.

In fact, for a few days she stood at the door of her room imagining Sehun playing with their children and without realizing it, a wide smile appeared every time she dreamed about it, her heart warmed just thinking about the possibility but at the same time a lump formed in her throat when she remembered that she and her boyfriend were far apart.

Even though she was an extremely stubborn person, Y/N decided to swallow all her pride and resolve that situation once and for all. She missed her boyfriend, his playful and goofy manners, the late-night conversations they had when one couldn't sleep and the other insisted on doing something to pass the time, she even missed Vivi.

So, when she was fed up with waiting for him to come after her, she decided to go to his house, taking the risk of not finding him there but it wouldn't be a problem because she would wait until she could talk to him.

And that's what she did, she rang the doorbell several times but got no response, as she saw through the crack in the door that the light was off, she decided to wait on the street, more specifically sitting on the sidewalk. She thought about all the things she had planned to talk about with Sehun, explaining her point of view, her fears and insecurities, but she felt ready to take another step in the relationship, as long as she went with him.

Sehun had said he would do that if she wanted, right? So, she wanted it!

She didn't know how long she had been standing there, with her elbow resting on her leg looking into nothing, nor was she able to pay attention to the body that was demanding its position on that hard street.

“Y/N?” she shivered when she heard Sehun's voice next to her and looked up towards him, seeing him standing next to her with a frown.

And then she forgot everything she had gone through in her head, well she knew what to do, but Sehun there wasn't helping her reason like a normal person, which used to be routine since the young and handsome boy took the words out of her mouth every time.

“Oh, hi.” she got up from the street, running her hand over her clothes in a clear sign of nervousness.

“What are you doing out here on the sidewalk?”

She shrugged, placing her hands inside the pockets of the jacket she wore.

"I was waiting for you." she admitted and he made to take a step towards her but stopped, the atmosphere was awkward between them. It was bordering on embarrassment.

“You have the house keys, why didn’t you go in?” he questioned, pointing ahead and they started walking towards his house.

That was a great question that Y/N had a good answer for.

"I don't want to bother." That's what she said before they entered. “I wouldn’t feel comfortable coming in here without you knowing.”

He sighed and opened the door for her to enter first, she did so and took off her shoes. Then she waited for him to do the same.

As soon as he closed the door, he scratched the back of his head, not knowing what to say to her.

“You’ve never felt this way before.”

“Because we hadn’t fought like that before.” she remembered and Sehun nodded, avoiding looking at her.

He went to the sofa, being watched by her, and threw himself down, taking a deep breath.

“I don’t want to argue with you anymore.” he said and she sighed, going the same way as him and sitting next to him. “I’m tired, Y/N.”

She looked at him, sad.

It's a good thing he felt that way because she did too.

“I am too, Sehun. Tired of you avoiding me.”

He looked at her, guilty.

“I thought it would be better, I didn’t want to have any more friction between us.”

Y/N came closer and placed her hand on his knee.

“Do you remember when you told me that all our differences would be resolved through conversation?” he nodded. “We didn’t do that, Sehun. And it’s killing me.”

He placed his hand on top of hers, making a gentle caress.

“I’m sorry for pulling away, I thought it would be better to convince me.”

She narrowed her eyes.

“Convincing of what?”

“That you have other personal projects.” he shrugged, looking straight ahead making her heart sink. “It’s like I told you, I don’t want this if you don’t want it either, it wouldn’t even make sense really.”

Y/N felt a slight fear at the direction the conversation was taking.

“Sehun…”

“Look, I understand, okay? You're still too young to decide something so big that will affect your life forever. I don't want to see you unhappy because I love you and all I want most is for you to be happy.”

Y/N smiled slightly when she saw Sehun speak quickly but even so, his words had an effect on her heart, because he showed that he was concerned about what she wanted and that made her feel even more loved.

So, unable to say anything or focus on what Sehun continued to say, she got up from the couch, making him silent for a moment.

"What?" he asked, looking at her curiously. “Are you leaving?”

She laughed and sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, bringing their faces closer to hers. Y/N kissed the tip of his nose.

“No, silly.” She smiled at the suspicious face he made. “How could I leave after that?”

"What do you mean?" He asked, confused, and a pout formed.

"I love you, you know?" he smiled restrainedly. "And all I want most is to spend the rest of my life with you, to build a future for us."

Y/N saw Sehun's eyes light up in a way she had never seen before and then he hugged her around the waist, burying his face in her neck and laughing like a child.

She did the same, taking her hands to his black hair and stroking it.

"I don't believe that." he spoke, voice being muffled by Y/N's skin. "This is a dream." he pulled his face away to look her in the eyes. "I want to hear that again."

She cocked her head to the side, smiling shyly.

“I want to be the mother of your children, Oh Sehun.” she spoke, convinced and continued stroking his hair, while his eyes didn't leave her.

Sehun kept his smile wide and his eyes dropped to Y/N's lips, who wet them with her own tongue expectantly.

She began to bring her face closer to his to seal their lips and in one quick movement, Sehun held her by the thighs and got up from the sofa with her still in his lap.

Y/N let out a high-pitched laugh and grabbed his shoulder to keep from falling.

"What are you doing?" She asked and he started distributing kisses down her neck.

"We have to practice." He spoke between kisses. "You can't say that to me and leave this house without testing a few things."

He raised his eyebrows with a mischievous smile and she just laughed, letting herself be carried away.

Well, if Sehun said they had to practice then she agreed.

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