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lionessshychai · 10 days

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Chapter 1: Fly to My Room

In the heart of Seoul, I booked this beautiful condo B&B which seems like it once was a pretty traditional Korean family home, apart from the extensive collection of ceramics and paintings that make it feel more like a boutique gallery. It feels like a warm hug. The Meyongdong neighborhood boasts a spectacular view of the famous Namsan Tower and is walkable to a random hole-in-the-wall cafe I ate at last time with "world-famous Jajangmyeon." I'm always sure to book lodging near the local best in food wherever I stay because I'm a self-proclaimed foodie and there's nothing like a good bowl of Bibimbap on a rainy afternoon to give you the feels for this city. Seoul is the type of place that sings you a pretty song and then with the same mouth, blows cigarette smoke in your face. She's been through some shit.

I got in pretty late due to storms in the area and my Uber driver had a food delivery right before me... I swear to god he must have because the car wreaked of garlic as I got in.

I slept like a baby fawn in a field of dew last night. I shit you not, The bed is a king with buttery-soft cotton sheets that smell faintly of tea tree, or maybe eucalyptus. Heavenly. There's a walnut-colored rattan light fixture above the bed that emits beautiful little amber twinkles of light all over the room. Whatever, It's probably Ikea. Or it's hand-woven. It wouldn't surprise me, based on the gallery theme going on here, but it's mesmerizing and I stared at it til I passed out.

I feel good here. Seoul does have something about it. A soul of its own and just being here for the second time already feels better than the last, but I tend to over-glorify shiny new things. I'm easily impressed with the aesthetic. Maybe I'm just a sucker for romanticism and still look for art in everything despite my work ethic and forced realism.

My abilities in the Korean language are still pretty rusty, but I get by with the basics and assistance from translating apps, for at least reading things like signs and restaurant menus in Hangul (Korean characters).

First things first, this rainy Tuesday morning-introductions and the first team meeting with the CEO of BigTime Music Productions, Mr. Bang Si-hyuk, and his entourage. I'm excited this new contract has provided a living translator this time! Something that, for some reason, wasn't overseen by the good people at Hyundai last trip. They must have put too much faith in my skills. Needless to say, we spent most of our time using pocket translators back and forth. It was a mental drain, but they provided plenty of Soju and we all laughed our asses off waiting for that robotic voice to try to convey everything from emissions to emotions. (It isn't good at either.)

I haven't had a chance to stock the fridge at the rental house with anything yet, and I've only had a bag of "Nongshim Banana Kick '' crackers since the flight. I'll get a bite somewhere on the way to the train. I pull on my black Burberry trench and pop open my umbrella. It's a slick-back ponytail kind of day in this humidity. There isn't enough Moroccan oil in the world for Springtime weather in South Korea. Pulling the door closed behind me, the security lock beeps and the hustle and bustle of the city is much apparent.

A friendly face greets me on the sidewalk, an elderly man in a green bucket hat and rain slicker fixing something on the front gate, whom I assume is the property manager here.

I timidly blurt out my first Korean words of the day.

"joh-eun achim-ieyo", "good morning". It sounded like I spoke through a mouthful of oatmeal. Jesus, I'm off to a great start already.

The man looked over at me with a slight hesitation on his face, but politely greeted me in return, introducing himself.

"I'm Park Min-Jun, manager man" and it also sounds like he asks me if I'm the guest for the next two weeks.

I bring out my pocket translator just in case and prepare my response.

"eung, nae ileum-eun Maggie"- Yes my name is Maggie, and I bow. "naega geu jalileul jal dolbolge."- I'll take good care of the place.

He bows in return and hands me the mail key from his pocket. In his best English, he explains that I may receive packages here if I wish and to use box 433 at the end of the path. I thank him, bow, and continue down Myeongdong Street, a little sheepishly.

You think your accent sounds so good when you practice on DuoLingo but that little shithead owl won't critique you on the important stuff like how natural or awful your accent is. He will ridicule you if you haven't opened the app for more than a day, though. I need more Korean friends besides Hana to chat with, I guess.

“Lazy morning mouth," I say to myself, with a sigh. “Caffeine”, as I search Google for the nearest pit stop on my walking route to the train.

My phone dinged with an incoming text message. It was Amy Sanchez, my manager.

Hey in Seoul! Rob wants you to make sure that you read through your contract thoroughly and make sure it’s translated well enough for you not to get thrown under the bus on any time constraints. Chloe Venza just came back from Hong Kong and the deal with Panasonic was terminated prematurely. They claimed breach of contract on her. Something about a deadline which she knew nothing of. Be careful. -Amy

Oof. Sorry to hear that. I have my own translator this time, right? I think I’ll be good. I’m careful. Chloe didn’t even want that deal to begin with. Go figure.

I had a feeling. Just mind your manners. You’ve been to Seoul. You know it’s easy to get yourself dirty looks just for breathing wrong.

It’s not as bad as you think, but yeah, I get what you mean. All good!

Good luck.

Amy gets nervous once Rob is pissed about something. The trickle-down effect is real. I can’t blame her, but she does blow shit out of proportion all the time.

I dropped by the first cafe I passed, a cute walk-up window beside a nail salon, and ordered a latte called an “Einspänner”, oddly enough. I had to Google that too. A German latte? In Seoul? Apparently, hugely popular at this place, as suggested by the barista. "It's the favorite," she told me. Who's favorite, I wonder. It’s actually damn delicious with vanilla cream foam on top that could have almost passed for ice cream.

I set out for the train stop to Yongsan with an earbud in one ear with some random podcast on social economics, and in the other ear, the busy town cacophony with a bouncing K-Pop song being pumped out of a very pink boutique. Pictures of various idols in all their glory beaming out from the racks outside, a girl dressed in a bandeau top, choker, and shorts with a glittery purple fringe skirt handing out flyers for what looks like a big spring sale.

"hana gajyeoga chingu!" Take one, friend! "It's a big sale today."

as she reaches out to hand me a flier and I nod to her, trying to grab the flier with both hands ( in Korean culture, it's polite to receive anything anyone gives you with both hands.) I struggle, holding my latte and reaching awkwardly toward the flier and giggling nervously, almost losing the damn latte in the process. The shop girl holds both of her hands out in an attempt to stabilize anything I might drop and we both laugh hesitantly.

"Gamsahabnida" thank you. We both bow and I glance over her shoulder at the rack of sparkling idol posters and photos.

"God, is everyone flawless in the world of K-Pop?" I thought to myself. Immaculate complexions, impeccable style. If they aren't 100% Photoshopped, this makes me think about seriously upping my skincare routine. Now, I know a handful of K-pop songs just because Hana usually has them playing in the background at her place most of the time, but I couldn't name any of these beautiful faces staring back at me right now. There’s one in particular who has purple hair. He’s dressed in a white blazer, wearing small silver hoop earrings and a captivatingly gorgeous smile through full, glossy lips. Oh, is he wearing contacts too? Blue or...purple? Wow. The dude legit seemed to stare into my fiber of being. Those eyes are absolutely killer. He's stunning.

"Damn," I mutter under my breath. The skin on my arms prickled.

My new shop bestie turned around to see what the hell I was ogling at and she went to pick up a few of the photocards for me to look at. I laugh at myself, snapping out of my daze and it takes everything I have not to reach with both hands again. Instead, I clasp them together in a prayer-like plea.

"No, thank you. I...I appreciate it, though '' aniyo gwaenchanhseubnida... She bows, and I bow.

Flustered and per-usual clumsy, I lose my pretty princess-in-heels footing a little but glance around and straighten up to find my bearings again and make for the train stop about 100 yards away. I felt the shop girl watching me for a few dozen yards. She's probably thinking I must have spiked my morning coffee.

As I find my seat on the train, my phone rings. It's my translator, Ming-Hee.

"joh-eun achim-ieyo, Good morning, and welcome to Seoul, Maggie! We look forward to your arrival. The door code is 15338. The East entrance with the big gold 'B' on the door. Check in with reception and I'll meet you on the 17th floor."

I quickly punch the code into my phone's keypad and return the greeting in first Korean, then English.

"I'm on the train and will see you in about 20 minutes, Ming. Thank you for the code!" I politely replied.

"Yes, looking forward to your arrival," Ming replies flatly.

She seems friendly...

Settling in for the short ride, I thought of the K-Pop shop and something Hana once said to me: "You gotta go find your 'bias' eventually." Apparently, 'Bias' is K-pop speak for your ultimate crush. Girl’s crazy. She always lectures me about how I put my work before everything else, even love... especially love. I've worked too hard for what's going on in my career to have some hype boy screw it up now. I always tell Hana to lay off the K-Dramas. That stuff will give you high expectations and deep disappointment. Well, Hana will be pleased to know that on my first day back in Seoul, I coincidentally picked my first K-pop "bias", at least. I have no idea what his name is or what group he's in, but he's got lilac purple hair and almost made me lose my Einspänner all over Meyongdong Street.

There are a few things that impress me about cityscapes, being how cold and lifeless they can appear to be, but there's an interesting non-linear quality to the skyline of Seoul. It's not uniform by any means. Seoul appears mountainous from a distance. Most of the city is tucked and hugged by hills. As the morning sun illuminates the landscape, a layer of fog envelopes a bridge stretching across the Han River, and flocks of white birds float and dive through the vapor. I reach my destination and it's a classic glass-paned cubed skyscraper with "BigTime" in big steel letters across the face of it. I make my way to the entrance with a gold 'B' as Ming-Hee instructed me and pull out my phone to punch in the door code. Success.

The foyer is wide open and sleek, well-lit, and modernly beautiful with lots of metal and wood accents, bubble chandeliers, and polished black marble floors. Walking toward the receiving desk, I spot two smartly dressed women chatting with coffee mugs in neatly manicured hands and the latest copy of Soompi magazine open to a page of a glossy spread of celebrity paparazzi photos.

It looked to me as if they were fully engrossed in tea-spillage as they both looked up from the page to notice me, looking a bit annoyed. I greeted them both in Korean, bowed, and proceeded in English to explain who I was and that I had an appointment with their marketing team. I placed my company Focus company badge on the marble surface of the countertop and smiled, hoping everything I said got across clearly. One woman in an indigo suit with long, sleek hair and sparkling blue crystal dangle earrings stepped in with confidence and appeared to understand what I was requesting. She smiled politely with a bow and took my I.D. to make a copy.

"Good morning, Miss Marsden, you're expected by Mr. Bang and his team on the 19th floor. Allow me to escort you. My name is Mina."

I bow again and reply gratefully, following her graceful heel clack to the elevators.

In the elevator, there's some lofi jazz music playing softly and it feels like it's probably a chill rendition of a pop song. It's like those ambient YouTube videos with the cute racoon in an orange hoodie and headphones that I usually put on in the background while I'm reading or studying.

Mina turns to me and gives my outfit a lookover. Today, I put on a sleek, but not tight black pencil skirt, a soft cream Brochu cashmere sweater, and Versace slingback pumps complete with my favorite black Burberry trench, pearl and gold Elsa Peretti dangle earrings, and a slicked-back ponytail. Not bad, if I say so. If a Korean woman approves, I win today. They don't fuck around with fashion in Seoul.

"Have you been having a good experience in Korea so far?" she asks. Typical elevator small-talk.

"It's been nice, so far. I just arrived last night and I'm excited to get to work on this project." I reply, somewhat formally. Mina looks down at her feet, seemingly disappointed by my answer, and nods, turning a gold bracelet on her wrist that has a few charms on it.

"Your first time in Seoul?" She looks at me with a smile again and shifts her weight to the opposite foot.

"No, it's only my second time here, but it's good to be back again. Seoul is a fascinating city." Mina nods again with arched eyebrows and a small laugh.

"It is! I hope you enjoy your time here." As the elevator dings and opens to the 19th floor, Mina gestures for the opening and I step out.

I exit and Mina waves goodbye as the doors close. I look left and right and see a woman standing near a water feature. She has short hair and gold-framed glasses dressed in a neat, black pantsuit holding a tablet in one hand and has a furrow in her brow.

"Miss Marsden, I assume? I'm Ming-Hee and I'll be your assistant translator, also helping you with etiquette and such things while you're with us. I hope I can be helpful, and if you have any questions, please ask."

Oh, my handler, I think to myself jokingly. She seems tense and ready to get the show on the road.

Ming-hee smiles slightly and glances at the clock face over the elevator door.

I didn't think I was running late. I wasn't supposed to be there for another ten minutes.

Ming-Hee gives the air of no-bullshit and all business sprinkled with some courtesy.

I bow back and reply, "Thanks very much, may I call you Ming for short?

"You may call me Ming or May, my Christian name. Both are fine." She replies shortly.

I nod to confirm.

Ming started down the hallway with a gesture to follow and picked up the pace as soon as I took a step. Trailing Ming hurriedly, I notice my phone is vibrating inside my shoulder bag and take it out to see who's calling. It's Hana.

"Oh, shit." I think to myself. I forgot she wanted me to call once I landed in Seoul, just to check in that I landed safely, but I was so exhausted from the flight last night that I spaced out calling altogether.

Ming gives me a sideways glance, almost a warning that now isn't the best time to answer the call, so I quickly hit the ignore button and text a quick "I'm good, call you in about an hour... maybe." Send.

I think I must be vibing off of Ming's nervous energy and start to feel a little self-conscious and a bit sub-par. What am I bringing to the table if not my charms and brainpower? I don't speak Korean, I'm still fairly fresh out of college and I just woke up in Seoul this morning, jet lag still hanging on tight. I suddenly think this may not be as chill as my last trip here dealing with the good people of Hyundai. I'm really letting this woman wreck my ego right now and I feel my heart pounding and breaths becoming quick. Since middle school, I've had panic attacks and recently became friends with Zanny. It's just been months since my last encounter with the anxiety demon. Why now??

Ming turns a corner and we're now standing in front of a couple of large double doors with burnished gold handles. I stop and think about the grounding exercises that my therapist taught me.

Find five things around you to focus on. One thing you can see, something you can smell, one blue thing, one red thing, and something you can touch with your fingertips.

I look around quickly. I see various plants in gold urns, I can smell freshly brewed coffee, there's a long-tailed bluebird in an oil painting, and Ming's patent leather Dior bag is red. Finally, I touch the cashmere fringe on my sweater and roll it between my fingers. I take a deep breath and start to feel a little calmer. Breathe.

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iwadori · 3 years

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When they neglect you for another girl Part 4 (Sakusa)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Word Count: 2.6K

Genre: Angst to Fluff

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AN: YES I DID PUT MYSELF IN THIS STORY! SUE ME. This is basically inspired by a random conversation i had w the great @teesumu, so this is basically for you doll <3

Sakusa:

You and Sakusa have been together for a around 10 years and love eachother immensly.

However recently Sakusa has been busy and you havent really had much time together lately as he claims been busy doing loads of visits with his new agent.

But of course, being the loving partner you are you wanted to revive the spark in your relationship.

You have been seeing a lot of people on social media posting their aesthetic ‘picnic dates,’ and you knew that this was something that appealed to you before it was ‘on trend.’ Kiyoomi immediately came to your mind once you had the idea of going on a date. You knew that you haven’t be around each other lately, as Kiyoomi always had either a ‘meeting’ or some sort of ‘interview’ that his new agent “Empress” has set up for him.

You didn’t really know Empress that well, just that she was ‘good at her job,’ a ‘hard and dilligent worker,’ and a ‘raging hottie’ with Atsumu’s opinion being the last one. You weren’t suspecting her to have any malicious intent towards you or Kiyoomi, since you knew that he had a great judge of character. But it was just odd, that every time Kiyoomi was running late or having ‘super-secret’ conversations on the phone it was always because ‘my agent set up this,’ ‘my agent set up that,’ and that’s what left you a bit wary.

As you were scrolling through your phone you see a calendar updating saying : Next Week‘ A DECADE AGO WE FELL IN LOVE.’

10 years. How could you forget? You and Omi have literally been together for a decade. You think back to the decade of madness and love you’ve been through together, smiling fondly to yourself but then you think about where you are now... barely even talking to each other, only mainly seeing him when he comes home from work.

You need to fix this. Or at least make an attempt to get you and Kiyoomi talking again. So, the only thing you can do, is plan that picnic.

You spent the rest of the day planning your anniversary picnic. ’It’s going to be great,’ you think to yourself, you have a list of all Omi’s favorite foods you're going to make him and bring and you are probably going to pick up a few board games and maybe even get some paint supplies. You and Kiyoomi used to paint a lot together, with the two of you not being the best of painters, but you enjoyed eachothers company non the less.

Everything was sorted...for the most part. All you needed to do was get Omi there, and it’ll all be okay. Right? As you were bubbling and looking for more picnic inspo, you hear your front door open which made you even more excited to tell your boyfriend your plans.

As you rush to go greet him, you see he’s on the phone making you roll your eyes. “No Empress it won’t work, we need this sorted by next week. Okay? Next week.” he says in an agitated way. He hangs up the phone and sighs, shoving off his duffel bag.

“Hey Omi, how was your day?” you say a bit hesitant, noticing his annoyed mood.

“Fine” He said dismissively, aiming to walk past you aiming for your bedroom.

“Oh well I have something amazing planned for ne-” you try to say following after him.

“Can we not do this right now Y/N,” he says again turning too look at you making you frown a bit, all you wanted to do is surprise him with your plans and have a day out with him. After noticing your sad look he finishes with “it’s just that Empress she’s bee-”

“I don’t want to hear about her.” you say bitterly folding your arms, Empress is the last person you want to hear about right now “God Omi can’t you just care about me? For once.”

“I do I-”

“You don’t anymore,” you say, with all the emotions and feelings you’ve been just supressing from a while coming up. You don’t even know how you got from point A to B with this conversation, but there's no stopping now. “I feel that, for a while now we haven’t been how we were before when we were just Y/N and Kiyoomi. Instead of how we are now. Just Y/N. Then Kiyoomi and Empress.”

After hearing his agents name, Kiyoomi’s name contorts to confusion “Empress? What does she have to do with anything?”

“How can you not see? For the past month all it’s been is ‘Empress this’ ‘Empress that,’” you complain “Having your super secret conversations with her, like god Kiyoomi can’t you see a problem with this?”

“It’s not like that Y/N, we’re just work partners” he says looking a bit annoyed “Just business.”

“Just business? So Kiyoomi, what were you talking about on the phone earlier” you say with your voice slight accusingly.

“Umm I, I can’t really say?” he says more of a question then a fully assured statement. You squint your eyes at him and scoff.

“What is going on with you Omi?” you say “are you cheating on me with her is that it?”

“No, no of course not Y/N! How could you even ask that?” he frowned at your question making your chest hurt, since deep down you knew he could never do that to you. Could he?

“Well tell me then, what were you talking about?” you ask again.

“I can’t say..” he finishes

“Well I can’t stay.” you say and his face goes back to confusion “Here. With you.”

“What do you mean Y/-”

“I need a break or something. I just can’t be here right now.” You start to rush and pack a big of things whilst Kiyoomi just stands there.

After you pack up your stuff, you look back and see Kiyoomi just there. Standing. You were upset, you kind of wanted him to rush after you and beg you not to leave, but he was just there. Standing. So you put the hand on the door and just before you leave you turn back and say “bye Sakusa, see you later?” to which you see him slightly nod at.

When the door shut, Kiyoomi starts to cry. After hearing you call him by his last name really twisted the knife that was already in his heart. You haven’t called him that since you were like 15. He knew what you wanted; he knew you wanted him to rush towards you and beg you not to leave, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. But what he could do is call the one person he only could call.

After a few rings, he hears “What do you need Saku?”

“She’s gone, she left.”

“What do you mean she’s gone, did you tell her?”

“No I didn’t tell her. And that’s the problem, Empress she think-”

“Saku, don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it.”

“You’ll handle it?”

“Don’t I always?”

He couldn’t argue with that, he just had to trust that Empress could sort it. “And also, don’t spend the week with your head up your ass crying, you’ve got a lot of grovelling to do kiddo.”

He nodded even though she couldn’t see him, as he knew that what just went down needed to be resolved, fast.

Meanwhile, on your end. You’re a mess. Sobbing all the time, tissues are your best friend, you’ve been waiting just waiting for a message or a call, or some form of communication. You just wanted to feel wanted by your boyfriend (can you even call him that now.)

You spent the rest of the week at your parents, immersing yourself in your work and doing ‘self care’ things, trying to forget all about the argument you and Kiyoomi had.

One day, you receive a letter, it wasn’t delivered by a mail man though. It was slid under your door, in a golden envelope sealed with a red hot wax seal. It read:

‘Dear Y/N,

My sweetheart, im sorry for how the week has been and I know a letter with only a fraction of how I feel won’t make up for how I acted that day. But im inviting you to join me at the Gardenia Botanical Gardens at 2 pm tommorow, to celebrate our 10 year anniversary.

I know there is a big chance, you may not want to see me and I understand but please. I love you, so so much, that words can’t even describe. But I need you to see me apologise and I need to make it up to you.

I hope to see you there, I’d wait the whole day for you. If you don’t show, I understand.

Sincerely, Sakusa Kiyoomi

P.S The theme is ‘summer hot day, tea with the queen’ - Atsumu’

You smile at the letter, but wonder if you should actually go or not. You did want to see him of course and get this all resolved, but you had your own plans for your anniversary which wouldn’t of been spoiled if he didn’t withhold his super-secret phone calls.

It took you hours to contemplate on what to do, but you decided to just sleep on it and see how you feel tomorrow. In the morning, you knew what you wanted to do. Of course, you had to go, at least to hear him out and see if he really did cheat on you or not. For all you know he’s inviting you to tell you that he’s going to run away with his agent and his secret kids they had together. You shook the negative thoughts from your head and just repeated your mantra ‘hope for the best and prepare for the worst.’

When you got there, you didn’t exactly know where he would be but he said ‘botanical gardens’ so of course you decided to just wander around there. It was nice walking around and just smelling the roses, and seeing the pretty scenery.

“Excuse me ma’am,” you hear someone say tugging on your leg “um that mister over there told me to give you these.” Looking down, you see a small boy who looked about the age of four with a crumpled up bunch of roses handing them to you.

“Oh thank you,” you say giving the kid a head pat “where is this ‘mister’ might I ask?”

“He’s over there!” The kid pointed behind him and you look to see Kiyoomi sitting under a white gazebo which is surrounded in your favorite flowers and the table is filled with food.

You walk over to your ‘boyfriend,’ with him not noticing your present yet. When you reach him you say “I think she stood you up buddy,” you joke making him jump abit startled.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, instantly beaming “You came you made it!” he stood up and pulled you into a hug, which you return before you remember why you came here in the first place.

“Oh I-” he says awkwardly

You decide to sit down pulling him down with you. You kind of sit there in uncomfortable silence, for a while until you both say.

“So I-”

“What are yo-”

You both laughed at your simultaneous comments, before Kiyoomi looks at you letting you speak. “What did you want to bring me here for?”

“I didn’t want, what happened last week to happen Y/N I-” he says looking a bit panicked “It wasn’t supposed to go this way.”

“Then how was it meant to go Sakusa.”

“Y/N, please don’t call me that, I know I made you upset but pleas-” he starts before getting distracted again “Y/N, I called you here to say a few things..”

“Them being.?” you ask a bit impatiently.

“I love you. I love you so much, you don’t even understand. Ever since I saw you at my volleyball game in our first year, in the stands just cheering us on. I knew that from that day, after I scored the winning point and our eyes met, that we were destined to be together. I just love you so much Y/N”

“Omi I don’t understand I-”

“Just let me finish please, It’s taken a while for me to say this. And trust me, there’s been so many times when I wanted to just say ‘hey Y/N let’s get married,’ but I couldn’t I was scared, and I wanted it to be perfect, so perfect. Because you deserve the world Y/N. That’s why I got Empress to help, I know that our conversations may seem odd, but I love you and she knows that she just wanted to help trust me. And she did, all this wouldn’t of been done if it wasn’t for her. But anyways Y/N what I waned to say was I love you and I love you and I-” he rambles on loosing track of his words.

But in the midst of his speech, you hear all that you needed and responded with the only way you can.

“Yes.” you say simply, with a growing smile on your face.

“Yes?” he repeats confused “What do you meann ye- ohhh" Kiyoomi blushes embarrased that after all that he ended up ruining the thought out proposal he wanted to give you with his ramble.

“Im sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to say it like that I wanted it to be perfect and I-”

You shut him up with a kiss making his eyes widen as he reciprocates it anyways.

“What did she say?” you hear someone shout from a far, and you look over to see the MSBY Jackals all standing there with shit eating grins on their faces.

“I said yes!” you yell back, to which they all cheer and rush towards you guys giving you both hugs and slapping Kiyoomi on the back.

As the boys celebrate Omi finnally do what he’s been planning for ages, you get approached by Empress who awkwardly walks up to you. “ I didn’t want to leave the impression that me and Saku were any sort of thing?” she says

“Yeah I think it was definitely a big misunderstanding, it’s just that Omi was never around and whenever he was he was just talking to you and you know how it is.”

“I definitely know, I’d feel the same way if my boyfriend did that to me.”

“Oooh boyfriend?” you ask her feeling nosey on her romantic life.

“Yeah boyfriend. You know iwaizumi hajime... the trainer?” she says smiling a bit when she said his name.

“The trainer! Nice.”

The rest of the night was fun and was basically an engagement party for you and Omi all you and friends just partying and celebrating yours and Omi’s love for each other. “Omi” you say getting his attention “Happy ten year anniversary babe”

“Happy anniversary, I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

After the party you spend your months now planning for a big fat wedding, with the help of your new found bestie, Empress (who you obviously misjudged from the start.) You and Omi could never be happier, every thing was back to how it was before, maybe even better. And you definitely spent at least two Saturdays a month going out for picnics and it was now a tradition in your relationship, so in the end you did get your ‘aesthetic picnic date.’

AN: WHAT DID U GUYS THINK??

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyuu fluff #sakusa x you #sakusa headcanons #haikyu angst #sakusa fluff #sakusa x reader #sakusa oneshot #haikyu sakusa #signedwithane😌

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hazelhearts · 2 years

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We Were Happy

Emily Prentiss x BAU!Reader

summary: sometimes love fades, even when you want it to last a lifetime.

content: Fluff, Angst, Emily being an absolute angel, family issues, no happy ending

word count: 3.1k

A/N: this is heavily inspired by We Were Happy by Taylor Swift. i got the idea and i swear i just couldn't stop writing. this is my first EVER fanfiction so please don't be surprised if it's rough! also i HAVE to dt @tommymcartney since i probably wouldn't have finished it without their need for Emily. enjoy!

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You and Emily had always been happy. You couldn't deny that. Everyone saw it. Your friends see how you can't go five minutes without touching each other, how you see Sergio as your child just as much as Emily does, how you need each other in order to breathe, and it all goes to show just how amazing your relationship really is. No one ever hesitates to tell you both how lucky you are.

After hearing the heart-wrenching stories from your friend Tsia about her revolving door of a relationship with her current ex, you couldn't help but be extremely grateful for what you and Emily have.

You and Emily had never really been the type of people to think about the future. It was the here and now that meant the most. That's probably part of the reason you were in this situation in the first place.

The heartbreak started like any other day. You woke up next to Emily, curled into her chest and happier than ever. You both got out of bed and headed towards the kitchen to get coffee. Emily had to run to work early because her supervisor needed her to attend a meeting about one of her latest cases. She kissed you on the cheek as she hastily grabbed her belongings and got dressed as she was walking out the door. The chorus of I love yous falling not far behind.

You headed back to the couch to watch a few episodes of Grey's Anatomy before you had to start getting ready for work. A few episodes then turned in to a whole season. Before you knew it, you had to be at work in five minutes and you were nowhere near ready. You ran back to the bedroom, grabbed your clothes, grabbed your coffee, and then walked out the door. You could get dressed in the car.

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When you got to work, you were greeted with a coffee from your favorite café and a blueberry croissant. You didn't even have to question who it could be from. You felt loved, but then you were hit with a twinge of annoyance. You contributed it to your long morning and got out of your head.

"Oooh princess is getting started early today, huh?" Derek asks as he walks towards his desk. There was a post-it under the croissant that had the words 'I love you' scrawled in her gorgeous yet messy handwriting. You stuck it in your bag to add to your box of notes she has written for you that's under your bed at home.

"Oh we've been going since before you even woke up this morning, Der." Derek simply smirked and started getting settled to get started on the long paperwork day ahead. You snuck a glimpse at Emily over your shoulder and found her already looking at you. You sent her the sweetest smile you could muster and started on your croissant.

"Did you know that croissants actually originated in Vienna? They just happen to be associated with French culture because they quickly adopted the pastry as it came to them." Spencer always seemed to have a daily piece of information for you to learn and you couldn't be happier for yet another reason to delay getting started on your work.

"No Spence, I didn't. What other fun facts do you have for me?" This opening is what Spencer had been waiting for.

"Well, did you know that..." His voice simply fades into the background. You're always grateful for the random knowledge Spencer is willing to give and you usually engage as much as humanly possible. Today, however, you just needed the distraction.

Your mother had called you the day before. Every day following a conversation with her seemed like your own personal hell. She always has the same things to say. You never come around, you don't love her and the rest of your family enough to come visit every time they ask, you're always to busy for anyone but your girlfriend, and then come the comments about Emily herself. You never quite knew how to deal with her. She's your mother and you love her, but sometimes you wish she would just give you a break.

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Later that night, you're sitting at home with Emily. You both had a long day so you were quietly watching Grey's Anatomy as you did every night. The show was pretty much always on, no matter the day or time. It was a comforting aspect for them both. Something they had done for years and probably would do for years to come.

"Hey, I think I'm gonna head to bed. Rough day." you mumbled as you got off the couch. Emily held out her arms for a hug and you were surprised when you felt yourself hesitating. She just wanted a hug. You quickly leaned down and gave her a brief hug and headed towards the room, closing the door. That's new. You never closed the door when you and Emily were both home. You assumed your day was just weighing on you and quickly got dressed for bed.

You got all ready for bed and quickly laid down. You didn't expect to fall asleep for a while. You never really could unless Emily was right next to you. So when you felt yourself falling asleep not even moments later, you were extremely confused. You decided to just let it go and get some sleep. Everything would be better in the morning.

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Everything was not, in fact, better in the morning. It actually seemed worse.

You had woken up with Emily curled into your chest. Your first thought was to get up and get out as quickly as possible without waking her up. What has gotten into you?

You gently remove Emily from your torso and quickly start getting dressed, your first cup of coffee for the morning brewing in the kitchen. You had already done your morning routine and were still walking as quietly as possible hoping to let Emily sleep until you leave.

You had a missed call from your mom. That made your mood even worse. You would have to call her back at some point today and the thought alone made you sick. You assumed that she was the root of your weird mood the past couple of days and quickly ran to grab the rest of your belongings. Just as you were heading out the door, you felt a hand on your arm.

"Do I not even get a kiss goodbye?" Emily looked like she had just rolled out of bed, which she probably had. Her hair was sticking out in all sorts of odd angles and she was wrapped in your robe. Usually the sight would bring you the most comforting, unfiltered happiness. Today it was just another tick on the ticking time bomb that you felt you were.

" Sorry, I didn't want to wake you. Is that my robe?"

"Yeah. Where are you headed so early?" You were getting more annoyed by the minute. You felt like she was just trying to push your buttons at this point. A part of you knew she was just trying to be a good partner but you did not feel like doing this right now.

"I'm just hoping to get an early start on work today. Is that a problem?" Now Emily was concerned. You never acted like this. There had to be something going on. She knew she had to pry, she just had to do it subtly.

"I'm sorry honey. I didn't mean to bother you. I'm just worried, that's all. I never got the chance to ask you how your day was yesterday. You were asleep when I made it to bed." Was she really doing this right now? You needed to get to work, to get away from the subject of this terrible attitude you have had. You didn't want to say something you would regret.

"It was fine. I talked with my mom and worked. Can I go now?" There it is. Your mom called. She always knew how to get under your skin. Usually you opened up to her when something like this happened. Whatever she said must have really messed with your head.

"How did that go?" You couldn't do this much longer. You had to get out.

"Yet again, it was fine. Same old same old. I've gotta go. Bye Emily." As you reached for the door handle yet again, she flipped you around and kissed you nearly breathless.

"Okay you can go. Have a good day my love. See you soon"

"I'll try. Bye Em. See you." You were so relieved to finally have gotten out of there. It seemed as if simply being in her presence was painful at this point. What was happening to you?

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When you finally made it to work, you were beyond pissed. Traffic had been terrible, so you had tried to pass the time by calling your mom back. That was a mistake.

Today her words were 'Y/N, you and Emily do not have to spend every moment together. If she's keeping you from your family, maybe she isn't someone you should have around.' You were in no way okay with her micromanaging your life. However, her words about Emily made you question the relationship. It shocked you that it meant anything to you. It seemed like your brain was looking for any excuse to be mad at Emily.

The team saw your mood as you entered the bullpen and distanced themselves without a word. They did not want to be on the receiving end of your explosion. Garcia excluded, of course.

"Hello my precious angel. What is going on in the world of Y/N?" You love Penelope. She was one of the most welcoming members of the BAU when you first joined and she has become somewhat of a sister to you. If anyone could help, it's her.

"Hey Pen. Can we actually talk for a minute? I need your help." Internally, you were begging her for a yes.

"Of course. Always. Follow me to my humble abode." You couldn't be more grateful for her.

As you reached Pen's office, you could already feel tears brimming in your eyes. Something was wrong. Penelope would help. She has to.

"Ok lovely, spill."

You quickly began to fill her in on everything. Everything from issues with your mother to possible issues with Emily.

"And then this morning I felt like I couldn't even be around her. I was practically rushing out the door. When she stopped to check on me I couldn't stand being within a foot of her." As you wrapped up the story, you could see the pain Penelope felt for you. She could see the confusion you felt and wished she could take away all your pain.

"What is wrong with me Pen? Emily is amazing. She's everything I could ever ask for. What is happening?" Pen reached up to wipe away a tear you hadn't even noticed had begun to fall down your face.

"Y/N, I'm gonna tell you something that I can nearly promise you that you don't want to hear. Don't hate me." Now you were scared. What was she thinking?

"I could never hate you Pen. What is the matter with me?" You took a deep breath. No matter what she said, you knew it was gonna hurt.

"It seems like you're falling out of love with her sweetheart."

You could physically feel your heart shatter at her words. Falling out of love? With the only woman that has ever loved you the way you deserved? That can't be right.

You don't know when you got up, but you suddenly felt yourself walking towards your desk. You got all your stuff together, muttered some sort of apology to Penelope, and then you were in your car. Heading anywhere but there.

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You quickly found yourself laying in bed at home. You were still trying to process Penelope's words. Falling out of love. A part of you knew that it made sense. The annoyance couldn't be coming from nowhere. But the other part of you didn't want to believe it. You got so lucky with Emily. Why would you sabotage it?

You can still remember the first time you both said I love you. You had been dating for around 6 months at that point and you were getting pretty serious. You were sitting at Emily's house, watching Grey's Anatomy. This is when the show had really become yours and Emily's show.

You were cuddling, watching the show very intently. All of a sudden, Emily put her hand on your face and turned it towards her. She simply said "I love you." Without even thinking you had said the words back. You both felt the sincerity and meaning behind the words. The moment was more than perfect.

You were snapped out of your memory when the door to your room opened. Emily walked in and was by your side in seconds. She had her arms around you and was whispering sweet nothings into your ear. You wish more than anything that it calmed you. If anything, it upset you more.

Slowly you began to calm down, regaining your breathing and wiping away imaginary tears. Emily was looking at you hopefully, begging you with her eyes to tell her what was wrong.

But you couldn't. How could you? She was being so amazing and you were just supposed to break her heart right here right now?

"Darling, what's wrong?" Those three words flipped a switch inside of you. You had to tell her. You couldn't keep leading her on like this. Not only was it unfair to you, it was unfair to her.

"Emily, I don't think this is working out." Within moments, her face has fallen and tears have gathered in her eyes. You immediately regret your words but you know there's no taking them back.

"What? Why? Did I do something? Did someone say something?" Emily was hurt to say the least. You both have been magical together. Until recently, you had never had a single problem in your relationship. You were happy.

"No no Em, it's not you. It's me." You felt so cliché. It's not you it's me? That's the best you could come up with?

"Emily, do you remember the first time we said I love you?" The thought was the only thing getting you through this right now. She quickly nodded. Smiling at the memory, yet the smile didn't quite reach her eyes.

"We were so happy. It was perfect. But Emily, it's not there anymore. You didn't do anything. I just, I'm not in love with you anymore. I'm sorry Em. I wish I had a choice. If I did, I would stay with you forever." At this point, Emily was sobbing. She had begun to feel it too, no matter how much she wanted to deny it. Things aren't the same as they were. And this change was not a good one.

"It's okay baby. If I'm being honest with you, I've started to feel it too. I've been trying to do more things for you and be there as much as I can because I thought that could fix it. But there is no fixing it, is there?" You could see the question in her eyes. The silent plea for there to be a magic word that she could say to fix everything. The silent plea for everything to be okay.

"No, I don't think there is." One sentence. One sentence solidified the end of the only relationship where you had felt happy and loved. You knew it had to happen, but that didn't make it hurt any less.

"Um, I'll grab a couple things and go stay with Pen for a while. I'll pick up more of my things as soon as I can. You can keep everything. I don't want to fight with you." You offered. You did not want the end to be a messy one.

"Oh, yeah okay. Are you sure you have to go tonight? You could just take off a few days and stay tonight."

"You know I can't do that Em. If I do, I'll never be able to leave." You knew that without a doubt. You had to do this now.

"Okay. Well, take whatever you need. I'm assuming I won't see you tomorrow." She was stalling.

"No, I'll come get everything else tomorrow and find somewhere for it. I really am sorry Em."

"I know. So am I." She shifted in the bed and got comfortable as you began to get everything you would need for the night. No words were spoken. None had to be.

Soon you had gathered all your belongings and you were ready. As you put on your shoes and texted Pen to let her know you were coming, Emily watched you. She wanted to memorize every part of you before she never got to see you in this way again.

"Well, this is it. Goodbye Em." You were still holding back tears. You refused to break down. If you did and Emily tried to comfort you, you would probably never walk out the door.

"Goodbye Y/N. I love you."

"I love you too Emily. Always." You finally made your way out the door.

When you finally got to your car, you broke down. You started to relive every single moment of yours and Emily's relationship. Your first date, your first kiss, when you finally told the team about your relationship that they somehow already knew about, and every other magical moment. You knew this was the right thing, but why did it have to hurt so much?

You knew the words you had said to Emily were true. You really would love her forever. Years from now, you would probably tell your kids about her and still feel this extreme adoration for her in your heart. You were happy. Now you just have to go out and find that happiness again. It was going to take a while and it was going to be painful, but you would do it. Because you deserved to be happy, to follow the voices that lead you towards your fairytale.

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tagging some mutuals: @benedictsmuse @deadravenclaw @goldensonlyangel @hotchgan @just-an-enby-in-a-trench-coat

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss fanfiction #tw family issues #as i said this is my first time experimenting with fanfiction #i have such mixed feelings #honestly might delete this #criminal minds x reader #emily prentiss oneshot

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Pairing: chenle x reader Genre: friends to lovers AU, fluff, mature content Length: 6.4k Summary: When Chenle invites you on a last minute trip to his family’s home in China, you’re excited at the prospect of a small vacation and about spending time with your crush. Surprisingly, Chenle’s extended family is there as well, and a series of events quickly awaken something new in both of you. Warnings/Details: female reader, explicit sex (breeding kink, unprotected sex [please stay safe], creampie) disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. the characters and events are not a reflection of reality or meant to offend in anyway.

“What do you mean you can’t come? We were talking about this literally last night, and not even 12 hours later, you can’t come?!” Chenle practically screams into his phone as he stuffs random pants and shirts into his open suitcase. “Explain yourself, Park.”

“My mom suddenly wants me to come home.” Jisung sounds apologetic and slightly timid, “She said she’s cooking dinner tonight for our family and if I’m not at the table she’ll cut my tongue off. I know she won’t actually do it, but... I don’t want to test it.”

Chenle sighs, sounding bothered by this predicament, but Jisung knows his best friend isn’t going to be that sad about his absence. It’s not like Jisung has never been to Chenle’s house in China, and although he loves the place, he knows this won’t be the last opportunity for him to fly there. When Chenle sighs once more, this time just to be annoying and show how irritated he is, Jisung speaks again.

“Don’t be like that. You love visiting your family, just think of it as an opportunity to spend more time with them.” Jisung hears Chenle fall onto his bed on the other side of the line.

“I do love to visit, but my whole family is either younger than nine or older than thirty-five. I just want someone that’s my age to be with me if I feel lonely.” Jisung pouts at that. Chenle is an outgoing person and loves to be around the people he’s comfortable with, so hearing that he gets lonely without his best friend makes Jisung’s heart hurt a bit. However, an idea suddenly pops into his head.

“Hey, you actually do have another friend our age, and I bet she would love to go to China with you.” At the mention of a ‘she,’ the only ‘she’ both Chenle and Jisung know at the moment who would want to hang out, Chenle sits up straighter on his bed and his heart rate speeds up.

“Oh, ___?” He tries to sound nonchalant, “I’m not sure. She would be meeting my family, won’t she think that’s weird? And what if she feels uncomfortable? It’s not like she can just go home—”

“There are lots of what if’s, Chenle. All I know is that she finished her finals and is on break, and probably deserves a small vacation for her hard work.” Jisung pushes, suddenly excited that he can’t come on the trip if it means Chenle can get closer to you. “Just ask her. I promise it won’t hurt.”

“If she says no, it will hurt my pride. So, that’s a lie.”

“Chenle.” Jisung replies flatly.

“Fine, fine, I’ll ask.” Chenle plays with the hem of his shirt, thinking about how nervous he got over this trip just by adding you into the equation. With some last goodbyes and a promise that Chenle will update Jisung about everything that happens this weekend, the call ends. Chenle fidgets through his phone, procrastinating calling you, but when every single app is checked and there is only the phone icon staring back at him, Chenle sighs and finds your contact, pressing the call button.

After meeting you through Jisung, you and Chenle quickly became close friends. You’re both easy-going, prefer staying up late at night, and okay with being lazy at home, so hanging out together is easy to do. It also doesn’t hurt that you’ll eat literally anything Chenle cooks, boosting his pride tenfold when you praise him endlessly for his cooking. Actually, one night at his house after he made dinner and you shared a bottle of wine on the rooftop of his house while looking at the night sky, wishing the light pollution didn’t erase all the stars, that’s when he figured it out.

You’re important to Chenle. So, so important.

He knows he has feelings for you, and that he cares about you deeply. He is aware of your presence whenever you’re in the same room and gets that longing feeling in his stomach when your attention is taken away from him. There is no doubt that Chenle is in the middle of falling head over heels for you, but he always feels the need to keep a few steps back.

He walks on a tightrope, on one end is friendship and on the other is love, and he’s stuck in the middle. You’ve given him hints of attraction and subtle nuances in your words that could possibly mean you have feelings for him as well, but nothing concrete enough that gives Chenle the confidence to walk further along the tightrope.

Maybe, just maybe, this trip can bring you two closer to the end of this balance beam.

“A trip?” Chenle hears excitement in your voice after he explains what happened with Jisung, and he feels hopeful, “That sounds like fun!”

“Great. I’ll pick you up in three hours.” Chenle feels giddy and nervous at the same time, his leg bouncing up and down to portray all of his feelings.

“Oka— Wait. Three hours?”

“Bye!” Chenle abruptly ends the call before you can ask anything else or change your mind, throwing his phone to the other side of the bed. He takes a few deep breaths and then stands up, continuing to pack his things. This time with more skip in his step that’s fueled by the promise of your presence with him for the whole weekend.

It’s already nearing 6pm when you arrive in Shanghai. You follow Chenle closely as he leads you through the airport, looking really confident about every turn he makes as he weaves through the busy and tired looking people. However, you’re both thrown off your path when a large window on your right catches your eye, the night view of the city of Shanghai making you stop in your tracks and swerve to take a closer look.

Your hands smudge the clean windows as you lean in and stare at the enormous city, the sparkling lights and tall buildings look like you just took a flight to the future, not just a few hours south.

“It’s pretty…” You trail off, not really talking to anyone in particular. Chenle, who followed you to the window and also stares at the view from beside you, smiles at the comment.

“You like it?”

“It’s amazing…” You sound like you’re in a daze, which makes Chenle smile wider.

“I should show you the view from the balcony in my room. It’s ridiculous.” Chenle nods and gives the view one more glance over. His words bring you back to reality, making you shiver.

In Chenle’s bedroom… where so many things other than watching the night sky can happen.

You heat up in embarrassment at the dirty thoughts, yelling at yourself in your head for thinking like that when Chenle probably meant it in the most innocent way.

“We should probably get going..” Chenle seems completely oblivious to your predicament, yawning as he turns around and continues walking through the airport. You follow him, lightly biting the inside of your cheek as your previous thoughts fly through your mind again.

The Shanghai airport is crowded, almost over-crowded. After traveling further through the airport, it gets hard to follow Chenle’s leather bucket hat that bobs through the sea of people and you have to grip onto his backpack so that you don’t lose him. He feels the sudden weight on his bag, turning around to see you struggling.

His hand finds yours, making you release the grip on his zippers and instead intertwine with his fingers, turning to look forward and once again leading you to baggage claim. Your hands start to sweat and you feel embarrassed, but Chenle doesn’t seem to mind as he squeezes your fingers softly and glances back at you to make sure you’re okay. He doesn’t let go of your hand until your luggage arrives, and when he does release your hold, you feel very cold and empty from the lack of Chenle’s touch.

“Mom, I’m home!” Chenle yells into his house, dragging his suitcase behind him and taking off his shoes, “I brought a friend.” You both leave your things at the door and Chenle hands you some slippers, then you follow him through the house in search of his mother. You find her in the kitchen, stove on and several pots and pans cooking food at once.

“Chenle!” She exclaims after seeing her son, and then her eyes fall on you.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you.” You politely greet her, slightly unsure of what her reaction to you will be.

“You didn’t tell me you’d be bringing your girlfriend here.” She laughs gleefully and leaves the stove to come closer, almost jumping on the tile floors over to you.

“Oh, we’re n-” You begin, but Chenle cuts you off.

“Jisung couldn’t come, so I brought ___ here instead. I hope that’s okay.”

“Oh, it’s perfectly fine,” She smiles, which makes you relax a bit, “You’ve never brought anyone here other than Jisung, I was beginning to think you don’t know anyone other than him.”

It’s your turn to laugh, covering your mouth as you glance at Chenle to see him roll his eyes with a sour look on his face. Before he can retaliate, his mom cuts him off.

“Well, since you’re here, could you set the table? I’m running late on dinner and I need extra hands. Get out eleven plates and those high chairs we keep in the closet.” She quickly makes her way back to the stove after warmly rubbing your arm, moving faster than your eyes can follow as she adjusts spices and stirs.

“Why so many?” Chenle asks.

“Your aunts and uncles are coming over today.” At that information, you turn to face Chenle with an unsure look painted on your face.

“Is it okay that I’m here?” You step closer to him and whisper, “If you’re having a family dinner, I don’t want to intrude.”

“Of course it’s okay. Don’t even worry about it.” Chenle gently grabs your shoulders and turns you around, forcing you to walk out of the kitchen and back into the foyer. You collect your luggage and head upstairs.

Chenle’s house has an impressive three stories with several bedrooms, an office, and a lounge room in the top two floors and the rest of the important rooms on the first floor. You didn’t see much of the backyard, but you caught sight of several trees that surround the house, making the area more private. Considering this place is close to the city, you’re amazed at how all of this belongs to Chenle and his family.

His room is on the third floor, and you take a look inside when he sets down his things on his bed. The balcony he mentioned earlier is covered with long white curtains and his bed is wide, taking up a good chunk of space. On the other side of the room, a TV hangs on the wall and there are several gaming consoles hooked up. Overall, a normal guy’s room.

“You’re next door…” He mumbles and leads you to the room next to his. The layout is a mirrored version of his room, only the balcony is replaced with large windows and the room is more generic looking rather than lived-in like Chenle’s. You set your things down and glance out of the window; you’re met with the canopy of trees that grow in his backyard.

“And your bathroom is right here,” Chenle’s voice brings you back to the room, showing you inside the bathroom, “And if you need anything, my room is right through here.” He opens a door in the bathroom to reveal his room on the other side. You nod and walk over to the bed, plopping down on the soft covers.

“Your house is amazing. I feel like I’m staying at a fancy AirBnB… but I don’t have to pay for it and there’s a family staying here too.” You both laugh at that, but your comment has you questioning your stay here some more.

“You’re sure it’s okay for me to be here? I don’t want to take your time away from family.” You bite your lip and look up at Chenle, looking for his honest answer. You’d hate for Chenle to not spend all the time he can with his family while he’s here, considering he can’t visit often.

“I am 100% sure that you’re okay to stay here. I think everyone will l-love you.” Chenle clears his throat after his stutter, hoping you wouldn’t question his sudden nerves surrounding the topic of love.

“Okay.” You nod and rub your hands over your thighs to rid yourself of anxiety. You only keep asking because you hate to be an intrusion. But if Chenle is sure that your presence here is okay, then you’re going to enjoy this vacation to the best of your abilities.

“You get settled, I’ll go help my mom. I’ll get you when dinner is ready.” Chenle turns around to leave the room, but you stop him.

“Oh, I can help. It’s the least I can do, and it seems like there’s a lot to get ready.”

“But you’re a guest—”

“I don’t mind.” You smile and leave the room first, looking over your shoulder as if to beckon him to try and stop you. Chenle doesn’t, partially because he wants to spend any second he can with you, even if it’s just setting the dinner table. But he also doesn’t stop you because that would mean grabbing onto your hand and pulling you back, and Chenle almost had a heart attack at the airport the first time he did that. Thinking back on it, the action felt natural but it still startled him, and he can’t get the feeling of how your soft hands feel in his own out of his head.

“Hey, wait up! You’ll get lost.” Chenle calls out and quickly follows you out of the room.

Chenle’s family loves you. In fact, Chenle thinks they love you just a little too much.

From his mom cooing at you as you help Chenle properly set the table to his aunts and uncles endlessly talking about your hobbies and school, it seems like you’re the life of the party tonight. However, that’s not what catches Chenle’s eye.

As he’s carrying some drinks to his dad and uncles who decided to sit outside after eating, Chenle passes by the living room to see you and his nieces and nephews playing. You’re reading a book to one of the younger kids while the others are coloring next to you and constantly showing you their art, seeking your approval or ideas on what they should draw next. Chenle’s two older nephews are playing tag around the table, and overall it’s just a whole ruckus. Chenle only has a chance to glance into the room for a second before continuing his trip outside to deliver the drinks.

As he’s coming back in, he’s startled by his older nephews who took their game of tag out into the hallway, almost running into Chenle.

“Woah, woah, woah. You shouldn’t be running in the hallway, get back in the living room.” Chenle ushers the boys back and once all of them are in the living room, he shuts the doors completely to keep anyone from going back out. His eyes land on you, you’re in the same position as you were before, but now you look up at Chenle and give him a warm smile while patting the spot next to you.

Chenle sits with his legs crossed while facing the same direction as you, looking over his niece's artwork and complimenting their scribbling, and then leaning back against the couch to mirror your position.

“I guess it’s more fun to play with the kids than with the adults?” Chenle asks, making your attention move from the TV screen where a kid’s movie is playing to meet Chenle’s eyes.

“Don’t you find it fun to play with kids? I think there’s never a dull moment with these guys.” You laugh and motion around the room as if to make your point.

“So, you like kids?” Chenle asks.

“Yes, a lot.” You nod, watching him look away and nod at your words. “What about you?”

“My nieces and nephews are… a bit too wild for me.” He admits, “But I like kids. I would like to have my own kids in the future.” Chenle speaks without really thinking about his words, just talking to you about anything is nice. When he realizes what he said at the end, his eyes glance over at you to gage your reaction.

“Same here. There’s some special sort of happiness that comes with having kids. I see it all the time on mothers’ faces, and I always wonder what it feels like. I bet you can’t really find that kind of feeling anywhere else in the world.” You muse, and Chenle quickly agrees with your sentiment, involuntarily gulping as the thoughts in his head rampage.

Could you get anymore perfect for him?

You look down at your thigh, for some reason not being able to look at Chenle in the eye. “I think… You’ll be a really good father, Chenle.”

Just from your simple words, Chenle’s heart begins to pound in his ears and warmth spreads through his chest. He watches you shyly look up at him, not being able to do anything but stare at you for fear of his body moving without his control.

“Can you please read again.” His youngest niece breaks the staring contest between you two with her question, pulling your gaze away from him. When your attention is on his niece, he quietly slips out of the room and stumbles up the stairs to his bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind him.

He paces around his bed, his hands running through his hair as he tries to figure out

what just happened. You said you like kids. You said you would like kids in the future. You also said you think Chenle would make a good father. Are you purely giving him compliments or… could you be hinting at something else?

Why does Chenle feel like his heart might explode any second if he keeps thinking about you. On second thought, he looks down, his pants might be the thing that explodes. Chenle sighs, slightly embarrassed that he got hard by just thinking about you.

You looked so cute playing with his nieces and nephews, so kind and genuinely warm hearted to them that it melted Chenle’s heart. He wants to see it again. He wants to see you reading a book to them and changing your voice for every character, listening intently as they tell you story after story, rubbing their backs gently as they color.

Chenle wants to see you like that with his kids.

His own thought scares him a bit, and he sits down on his bed while trying to calm his breathing. He’s even more surprised at the shot of pleasure that runs through him at his own idea. He feels his stomach turn pleasantly at the thought of a little you and him running around, you showing your love to both Chenle and your child.

Warmth grows in Chenle's heart; he wants it so bad.

He can imagine the picture so clearly in his head that it hurts him to think about it, since he knows he’s far from that point in his life. That doesn’t stop him from getting turned on, though. He digs the heel of his palms into his eyes and breathes deeply, trying to think of something —anything— else. Why is it that whenever you’re around, he can’t think of anything, but whenever you’re not around, he can only think of you?

‘It’s useless’ he sighs, scooting up on his bed and moving his bedsheets away.

Sitting against his head board, Chenle grips his sheets in one hand and his other slides down his stomach, tickling him slightly, and over his crotch. Swallowing thickly, he closes his eyes and focuses on his warm hand stimulating his member. He can’t help but let out a soft sigh at his own teasing, but soon has had enough and quickly pushes down his pants and boxers to let his dick spring out. Using some precum that glistens as it runs down the side of his dick, he starts pumping his shaft, eventually getting fully hardened.

His wrist turns every time he reaches the end of a pump and he slides down the headboard as his eyes flutter from the pleasure. Chenle is good at staying quiet thanks to the years of practice in his full house, but he can’t help the whines he emits every so often when his fingers move over his tip.

But soon, Chenle turns frustrated. He’s doing all the things he knows his body likes, but his orgasm is just too far away still. He becomes impatient, starting to shift his hips around and rub his length faster as sweat builds on his forehead, but it only hurts his wrist and makes him itch for his orgasm more.

Every time Chenle thinks of you while getting off, he feels a bit guilty.

He hopes you don’t mind it, but you hold a place in his heart and Chenle is very attracted to you, it’s impossible to think of anyone else when he’s in this position. So, Chenle takes a breather, and when he continues his stroking, he thinks about your tiny hand replacing his instead. His eyes immediately roll to the back of his head and he finds it hard to keep himself sitting up.

Chenle’s head is tilted back, his jaw dropping open bit by bit as he moves on to thinking about your warmth mouth around his cock, the way your face would look as you glance up at him and kiss up his thighs before sliding his member through your lips again.

Chenle has to shove the duvet he has been gripping into his mouth to stop the moan that almost leaves his throat, his eyes screwing shut as he imagines how good your wet pussy would feel around his dick, sliding in and out as you chase your own release. He loses composure when he imagines what your pants and moans would sound like in that situation, what your nails would feel like gripping onto his shoulder for dear life, and what the flesh of your hips and waist would feel like under Chenle’s hands as he drives you harder onto his cock.

Chenle eventually starts thrusting his hips up into his hand, desperately chasing his high to the very highest peak. Chenle has thought about you many times while jerking himself off, but this time around, the thing that makes him tip over the edge is the thought of his cum shooting into you. He lets himself fall into the pleasure, seeing stars at the thought of his seed filling you up. He milks himself as strings of cum land on his thighs and pants, going to the very last stroke until it almost feels painful.

He limply falls over on his bed, breathing heavy and ears slightly ringing from the intensity he brought upon himself. When the feeling goes away he opens his eyes and listens to the sounds of the commotion downstairs, his mom and aunties playing with the kids, and the cars that drive by outside his balcony. When he looks over at the bathroom door, his heart drops all the way to his stomach and his head turns fuzzy from panic.

You’re right there.

Maybe you think he doesn’t see you, half hidden by his bathroom door, but he sees your hand resting on the handle and he hears your heavy breaths all the way from across the room. A part of him wants to dig himself into the covers and never come back out, but he pushes that embarrassment away so he can think clearly. You’re just standing there, no doubt just saw him come, why aren’t you leaving?

“___,” Chenle calls out, his voice lower than you expected and making you flinch behind the door. “Come here.” He says it softly, but in a demanding tone, so you open the door all the way and look at him. A mess of sheets surrounds him and his hair sticks to his forehead from sweat, all of this is illuminated by the dim moonlight coming from the balcony. Taking small steps to him, you don’t know what to do with your hands or where to look, but Chenle makes it easy when he pulls you down on the bed next to him.

“Did you like what you saw?” His question startles you, “Tell me the truth.” He adds on. You nod, a question of your own coming to mind.

“Why did you say my name when you were doing… that?” Chenle’s eyes widen, not aware of your name slipping through his lips. “Tell me the truth.” You say back at him.

Something in Chenle tells him that things won’t be the same way between you two after tonight no matter how he tries to amend this situation, so he thinks he might as well take it as far as you’ll let him.

He leans into you slowly, lips sliding past your cheek and teasing the skin there, stopping to whisper into the shell of your ear. “Because I was thinking of you, why else?” He likes how you shiver, he likes seeing the goosebumps on your shoulder from his words. Scraping up as much courage as he can, he leans all the way in and places a hot kiss below your earlobe. He waits for you to push him away, but you only grab onto the front of his shirt for leverage, so Chenle continues. He presses slow and open-mouthed kisses down your neck, almost too slow, until he reaches your shoulder where he bites down gently, raising a sharp gasp out of you.

You push him away and look at his eyes. Chenle is afraid that you’ll tell him to stop because this surely means he screwed up, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the next words that come out of your mouth.

“Tell me what you were thinking about. I’ll make your dreams into reality.”

Chenle’s jaw drops slowly at that, looking over your face for any signs of a joke. But fire burns in your eyes and the hand that’s holding onto his shirt pulls him in, lips crashing together in your very first kiss.

It’s hot, the room and the kiss and the way your hand falls down to chest and stomach to reach his dick, once again twitching from just the slight sting your nails give him as they travel across his body, not to mention the way your tongue slides into his mouth, exploring every corner. The kiss is wet and messy, but neither of you care right now.

“Was it like this? Hm?” You pull away while tilting your head, somehow looking innocent as you start to pump his dick, the same way he did not too long ago. Chenle shakes his head, pushing on your shoulder to get you to sit on the floor. As you slide onto your knees Chenle grips the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head, wiping his hands on it, and throwing it behind him, not caring about how dirty it will be after.

When he looks down at you between his legs, your little hands moving his pants and boxers all the way down his legs, he thinks he must be dreaming. It has to be fake, you look too good with his spit covering your lips and your hands spread out on his thighs, looking up at him curiously as if to ask for what he wants next. This has to be a dream, but when he feels your soft hair bunching up in his hand and the first touch of your puffy lips on his sensitive tip, he knows this is anything but a dream.

He’s all too excited when his hips push up into your mouth and his hand tightens in your hair. He doesn’t want to hurt you, but he can’t help how good you’re making him feel. His toes curl, his mouth releases little whimpers and pleas filled with your name, probably the most vocal he has been in his entire life.

You don’t mind the roughness from him, you like it actually, the wetness building in your core proof of that. The sight above you, Chenle’s head tilted back and the outline of his abs flexing every time your tongue swirls around his dick is more than enough to get you heated, desperate for some friction between your legs. Just when you think Chenle is going to cum, he pulls you away from him, surprising you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, suddenly afraid you did something wrong. He groans, his eyes squeezing shut hard enough that the dimples under his eyes come out. He lets you stand up, but grabs the back of your thigh to pull you closer to him.

“I should be good to you, I can’t let you sit on the floor and suck my dick all night, as much as I would like that.” That makes you chuckle a bit. Chenle smiles, moving your shirt up and peppering kisses over your stomach, right above your waistband. You remove your shirt, feeling Chenle’s hands play with the buttons and zipper of your pants.

“What’s next?” You ask after he slowly slides your pants off of your legs and throws them behind you. He looks at you, his eyes conveying how nervous he feels by your question. He’s not sure how you would feel about the next part of his fantasy.

“Can I come in you?” He asks so fast that you almost don’t register his words, but when you do your eyebrows quirk up. When you don’t say anything, Chenle continues, “I know this is kind of wild for our first time together, but I promise I’m clean and—”

“Sure.” Chenle shuts up at that, his eyes wide as he tries to read your face through the lack of good lighting. “I trust you. Do you trust me?” When Chenle nods, you climb onto his lap, your lips meeting again in a softer kiss than before. You grip the strands of his hair in the back of his head as you gently sit down on his thighs. Chenle immediately grabs your hips and pulls you flush against him, chest to chest and hips against hips so that you can feel his dick pressing against your center, raising a strangled gasp out of you.

Chenle takes that moment to slide his tongue in your mouth, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you against him while his other hand moves your hips against his own. His dick rubs against your center, the slickness that has seeped through your underwear making Chenle shake with pleasure. He kisses down your neck and chest to leave hickies on the top of your breasts while continuing to grind up into you, starting to feel obsessed with how you sound every time his dick rubs against your clit.

You’re in the middle of taking off your bra when his hand that was moving your hips moves to your front as he runs two fingers over your covered slit. It surprises you and you let out a moan, forgetting about your bra and covering your mouth to stop yourself from getting any louder. He moves your panties to the side and slides one finger in to test the waters, you clench around him instantly and sigh in relief at how he curls his finger in you.

“Relax,” He mutters and removes your bra all the way for you, his hand once again finding a palace at your waist to steady you on top of him, “I got you. You’re safe with me.” He mumbles against your shoulder between kisses as you get adjusted on top of him. Your nails that were gripping into his shoulders relax a bit, and he adds a second finger to stretch you out some more. Your shaky breath tickles Chenle’s ears when he does so, but eventually you start grinding down on his fingers.

Chenle takes a moment to watch you grind onto his hand, your eyes shut as you’re completely lost in your own pleasure. You even look pretty like this, how is that fair? Chenle can’t help but express his feelings in the form of kisses over any part of your skin he can reach. You’re pretty sure he has kissed everywhere by the time he pulls his fingers away, making you turn your attention on him.

“Are you sure this is okay?” He gives you one last chance to back out, but you nod your head in agreement, your head cloudy from pleasure and your whole body begging for him to fuck you already. He nods too, guiding his dick into your hole and letting you slide down him inch by inch. Every move downward sends his mind blank and his stomach tightening, watching how he disappears into you and twitching from how tight you are. You keep clenching around him and it’s driving him completely insane. He leans back on his hands, breathing deeply to keep himself under control.

When you’re sat all the way down, Chenle takes your hand in his and intertwines your fingers together to place your hand against his cheek. You’re not sure if he even realizes he does this since his eyes are still shut in pleasure, but the gesture makes you smile a bit.

When Chenle thrusts up into you, your smile drops. Fuck, that feels good.

Chenle releases your hand and instead takes a hold of your hips keeping you steady as he thrusts up into you in a steady rhythm, drawing out unstoppable groans and moans from both of you, not caring about who’s hearing you two. His hips slap against yours with every move, sending you closer and closer to your high as you hold onto each other. When he stops for a moment, no doubt tired from all of the work, you continue to roll your hips against his.

“Ah—” He groans at your movements, “Oh my god, ___, don’t stop.” He moans. If you thought Chenle’s singing voice sounded heavenly, then you think the voice he used to moan your name might be out of this world, filled with so much feeling and lust that you don’t think he can even register what he’s saying anymore.

You feel your orgasm approaching all too fast, and when Chenle’s hips start to move again, you think he might be close too. That’s when you lean into his ear, the same way he did to you when he started all of this just a while ago.

“Come in me, Chenle.” You beg him, and his hips move faster, the grip he has on your hips so tight you’re sure there’s going to be bruises. You can’t think about it right now, though, as his cock moves in and out of you mercilessly and your name tumbles out of his lips once again.

Your orgasm breaks open throughout you, spreading like a wildfire through your nerves. You’re sure you can feel Chenle all over you and all around you as you come, pleasure filling you up from your head to your toes. As your muscles flutter around him, Chenle lets go too, white and hot springs of his sperm shoot into you. He continues to fuck it into you, slowing down when he feels both of you almost topple over from fatigue.

He slowly lays down in his bed, careful when he rolls you to the side. Sliding his dick out, he watches his white seed flow out of your pussy and down your thigh, his lips opening in awe and surprise at how much he likes the sight.

“Are you okay?” He asks, suddenly realizing the redness around your hips and waist from his own hands.

“Oh, I’m great. I’m wonderful, actually.” You sigh out, your eyes closed as you are still trying to get over the orgasm Chenle gave you. Your words make him chuckle, a bit of cockiness peaking through.

“Huh, I guess I’m that good, yeah?” Chenle makes sure to send you a closed lip smile, and you peak an eye open to hit him gently against the arm before retracting and falling limp again, both of you not able to control your bubbling laughter.

Chenle always imagined what the other side of the balance beam would look like— how it would feel like. Now, as he looks at your messy hair, your shining skin under the moonlight, and your quiet mumbles about random things as you cuddle under the blanket, he thinks it may feel just like this.

Later, after you and Chenle cleaned up a bit and got situated under the covers with you laying your head on his shoulder and him tracing stars, hearts, and the Chinese characters of his name on your back, Chenle gets a phone call.

“Hey, how are you? How’s it going with ___?” Jisung asks on the other side. Once you hear his voice, you perk up and tilt your head to look at Chenle with a raised eyebrow.

“Everything’s good, really good, actually. How’s your family?” Chenle asks back, stopping his tracing for a second to flick your forehead gently, making you slightly scowl at him.

“Good, my mom didn’t cut my tongue off, as you can probably tell.” Chenle lets some air out of his nose in the form of laughter at Jisung’s joke.

“So, why did you call?” Chenle hums into the phone, burying himself closer to you under the covers.

“Don’t you remember? You said you would update me on anything that happens while you’re over there. Did something happen?” Jisung asks and Chenle can’t contain his smile as he answers.

“Park Jisung, I’m so glad you couldn’t come this weekend.”

“What? What does that mean—”

“I’m hanging up now.” Chenle ends the call, throwing his phone somewhere on the bed and wrapping his arm around you, cuddling closer to you and finally falling asleep.

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PART 5. THE INHERENT EROTICISM OF BUTTONING SOMEONE’S CLOTHES

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 3.0k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. sexual tension !! and umm sexual frustration ;p, not explicit but prob rated 16+, just read the title of this chapter BAHAHA

A/N. sorry this is coming a little later than planned ! :( but i hope the dressing room scene can make up for it u.u tysm for reading and for all the feedback! enjoy :3 xx sof

SERIES MASTERLIST

What were you supposed to wear to a shopping date? you asked yourself. Not that today was a date or anything. Though maybe you sort of wished it were…

The Naruhata Charity Gala was in a little over a week and Shouto would be coming over to pick you up in less than one hour and you still sat in your room with nothing but a towel on feeling more and more hopeless.

It was a strange dilemma. He met you in your work apron wearing an unflattering work shirt and work pants. And when you met up over the weekend previously, you never paid too much mind on what you would wear. In fact, you were positive he wouldn’t even care how you looked. So why was it such a big deal to you now?

Probably because of your recent admission of your growing feelings towards him, you thought crossly.

In your defense, it wasn’t like it was your fault! Right? Seeing someone everyday… Wanting to see someone everyday… Texting regularly about the most random things, having the most banal objects you saw throughout the day remind you of something Shouto did or said… With all those occurrences it would’ve been practically impossible to not start crushing on him!

Time passed as you stared at your ceiling blankly. If you kept this up, he was bound to show up in your house and find you half-naked. (Now that you mentioned it, that didn’t sound like the worst idea. But it wasn’t something you’d randomly spring upon someone.)

“Get up, Y/N!” you scolded yourself, rolling off your bed and heading towards your closet.

In the end, you ended up settling for another variation of your usual go-to outfit and called it a day. It happened to be perfect timing since, by the time you finished getting ready, you got a new message on your phone.

Shouto: Parked in front of your place

Shouto: Sorry I’m a little early. You can take your time getting ready :)

Y/N: it’s okay i’m ready now!!

After hitting send, you put your shoes on, gathering your belongings you wanted to bring with you, and headed out the door. Excited to hang out with Shouto again, you walked with a skip in your step down the path until you reached his car.

“Hi!” You waved through his half-opened, tinted window. To no one’s surprise, his car was a sleek black color with dark, tinted windows, and gold details along the sides. If it didn’t look so oddly sexy you would’ve laughed at how cutely dorky he was for matching his car with his credit card. “This is one hot car.”

He turned his head to the side when you entered the passenger’s seat. “Should I turn the AC higher?”

“Huh— Oh!” You stifled a giggle when you processed the pun he made. “You’re funny, Shouto.”

He only looked a little confused. “Thank you.”

The interior of his car was no less—for lack of better term—sexy than the outside. Leather seats, a large screen for the radio and carplay, and the dashboard and side doors lit up a nice blue color.

“Pretty!” you complimented, poking at the colorful light.

“Want to pick a color?”

Your eyes widened. “It can change colors?!”

Shouto nodded.

“Can it be pink?” you asked intently.

“Light pink or hot pink?”

“Light.”

He swiftly obliged and with a hit of a touchscreen button, the interior lighting changed from blue to pastel pink.

“Green!”

It turned green.

“Orange!”

Cue the orange.

“Purple?”

Purple.

Once you were thoroughly satisfied with Shouto showing you the whole color selection (you were almost embarrassed to admit it kept you entertained for a good ten minutes), you settled on a bright turquoise that reminded you of the color of his left eye.

“Ooh, this color! My favorite,” you said simply, giving him a wide smile.

A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he developed a sudden interest in adjusting his rearview mirror. “Hm.”

Shouto drove the rest of the way in a comfortable silence, occasionally asking how your week was outside of work and what type of outfit you wanted to wear so he could have a better idea on where to take you.

“Did you eat?” he suddenly asked when he hit the next stoplight, one hand holding the wheel and the other resting comfortably on the gear shift.

His hands looked nice and slender and soft to the touch. Pretty hands, you thought but shook yourself out of it because you could go down a rabbit hole of examining his hands and going into detail about them.

You remembered the single, measly granola bar you had due to your rush getting ready. “I didn’t really eat yet, no. Did you?”

He shook his head and pulled into a food plaza with lots of stores to choose from. The two of you agreed on a noodle restaurant that apparently had some of the best cold soba (once you learned it was his favorite food, you wanted to be able to have some with him and today was the perfect opportunity to do just that) and promptly headed to the location.

In the shop, a waiter sat the two of you down at a dimly lit booth with the perfect amount of ambience that if someone were to casually look over, they might even mistake this outing as a date.

You grinned at the thought.

“Excited for the soba?” asked Shouto, examining the smile on your face thoughtfully.

That’s not why you were smiling, but it was close enough. “Mhm. And the udon. You can never go wrong with noodles!”

Yes, you got both udon and soba. But in your defense, where else would the fun in life be if not in sugary sweets and carbs?

As the two of you waited for your main dishes, you ate some fish cakes and edamame while talking about the ways in which capitalism could be dismantled. Rather sexy of him, if you did say so yourself.

Before you knew it, you were done with your meal and headed back into his car to go fancy-people shopping. On the remainder of the ride, you asked yourself what color you should pick that would match well with both you and Shouto. After all, nothing said a cute couple who totally liked each other going on a totally real date to a gala like color-coordinated outfits, right?

He parked in front of a street of buildings with a dark glass reaching from ceiling to floor with security guards at the door. Just standing near it made you feel fancy.

“This is a place my sister told me she liked,” he said, leading you to the store front with his hand on the small of your back to guide you. “I hope you’ll find something to your liking.”

You tried your best not to pay too much attention to the warmth you felt both on your back and your stomach from the fuzzy feelings that spread.

“Hello, welcome!” the both of you were greeted as you walked through the doors. The interior of the store was lined with designer dresses, some long, some short, and all incredibly stunning. There were only a few other patrons in the store, but all of them looked so elegant as they tried on their dresses. “It’s so lovely to see you again Mr. Todoroki.”

Shouto nodded subtly. “Hello. This is Y/N, my date to the gala who’ll need your assistance today.”

“Hi!” you chimed in at his cue. “Nice to meet you.”

The worker smiled and made her way over to you. “And you as well. I’m Masuda and I’ll do my best to make sure you leave the store satisfied with your purchase! Did you have a particular style or perhaps color in mind?”

“Umm,” you said sheepishly, looking around the wide variety of clothings and unsure where to start. “I’m not too sure. It’s my first time going to one of these things so maybe something comfortable, but also still...fancy?” You scratched the back of your neck. “Does that even exist?”

“Of course— Just have to find something that feels comfortable to you.” She told you to hold on one moment as she disappear into the rows of fabric.

As Masuda collected some starter dresses for you to try on, a customer walked by with bags of clothes in her hands, her gaze lingering on Shouto, though neither of you paid her much mind.

“In this setting, you look almost fit to be a sugar daddy,” you said jokingly, looking around in awe at the sophisticated yet lavish dresses. “You take all your sugar babies here?”

“Only the ones I really like,” he teased back. His voice was deadpan but there was the telltale hints of a smirk on his face to let you know he was only messing with you.

The door chimed to signal that a customer left and by then Masuda had returned with bundles of fabric draped on her arm. She led you away in a hurry and you hesitantly looked back at Shouto who followed in a safe distance. Seeing your moment of panic, he gave you an encouraging smile that somehow was enough to ease a significant fraction of your nerves. This may be new and confusing territory, but at least he was here to help you through it.

Masuda set a dressing room up for you—it was one of those rooms in the middle of the store with curtains that reached the ceiling and mirrors all around—and placed a bunch of outfits she thought would suit your taste. It reminded you of when a bride would go wedding dress shopping with their family. When you had enough outfits for the first round, she told Shouto to sit down on a leather seat in front of your dressing room while he waited for you to try the different dresses on.

In a way, it felt oddly intimate: Shouto sitting just a few feet in front of you as you undressed, only separated by the veil of a curtain. Would he offer to help button the back of your dress up, fingers brushing against your bare skin? The thought made you feel almost hot inside as you changed out of your street clothes and into the first dress.

Unfortunately for you, this dress had no such difficult buttons to reach.

“How’s it look?” you asked shyly as you emerged from the dressing room.

The dress was pretty and didn’t feel uncomfortable to walk in, but there wasn’t any sort of attachment you felt towards it. In other words, it was simply...meh.

Shouto looked up from his phone to take in the sight of you. He smiled. “You look amazing as always.”

“You think so?” You spun around and curtseyed jokingly and he chuckled. “I don’t think it’s bad, but I’m not sure if it’s the right one.”

“We’ll be here until you find the right one you want, then. Take your time, Y/N.”

His voice was normally on the deeper side, but it sounded even more sensual and gravelly at this very moment. You felt goosebumps on your arms and it wasn’t just because of the sleeveless dress you currently had on.

“T-Thanks, Shouto,” you murmured, turning around and walking back into the changing room to hide the look on your face. You didn’t even know what kind of look you had on your face, but you knew it was one that might give too much away.

It wasn’t fair that he had to be so sweet and caring and thoughtful and handsome and rich… Most guys you met barely fit into one of those criteria, let alone all five. (Sure, the last two weren’t necessary in your opinion, but you couldn’t deny they were a nice bonus.) It was too bad you had no clue how he felt about you.

There were moments where he felt flirty and teasing, like maybe he viewed you in a more-than-friends way. But other times he was so polite and proper and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was just being nice because that’s simply the sort of person he was to everyone.

While you were trying to sort through all your thoughts, you completely forgot to change into a new dress the whole time you were in here.

You saw a shadow at the floor of the curtain before a voice said, “Y/N? Are you okay in there?”

Jumping at the sound, you scurried to put the next dress on, a blue one with almost translucent fabric and a delicate neckline. Judging from the proximity of Shouto’s voice and the shadow of his shoes, he was right next to you as you changed.

“I’m okay!” you managed, hoping you didn’t sound as wobbly as you felt. You held the dress closed at the back, fumbling with the fastens. “I just, ah, needed help buttoning this one up.”

A light ruffle on the curtain then a pause. “Should I...come in and help?”

Your eyes widened, not expecting him to actually offer to button it up like you fantasized earlier. You fully thought he might called the worker to aide you just so he wouldn’t risk making you uncomfortable. (Not that he would’ve. At all.)

“I apologize,” he said somewhat tensely after you didn’t respond. “That was indecent of me—”

“No, no!” you said profusely, poking your head out of the curtain while holding the fabric at the front of your dress to your chest. You tilted your chin to meet his gaze with a determined one of your own. “I’d love your help, Shouto.”

With a dusting of pink coloring his cheeks, he nodded and entered your dressing room. “This dress is a nice color on you.” His voice was loud against the silence.

Shouto ran his hand down the length of your spine and then up to unfold the column of buttons on your dress that curved inwards at your movement, his knuckles grazing against your skin like lightning striking water. You jolted at the sudden feeling but he didn’t remove his touch when he felt it.

“Sorry.” His voice was low, almost like a whisper. “Was just getting the buttons out.”

“N-No worries!”

His fingers began working on the bottom-most button at your lower back as he applied a steady pressure on the base of your spine to control the motion. Shouto slowly began his way up, fingertips cold to the touch. But you knew that wasn’t the only reason you felt yourself shiver. As he fastened the dainty buttons with immense concentration (much more concentration than was actually needed to fasten buttons, you were sure), you felt the heat of his breath tickling the back of your neck. You almost couldn’t keep yourself from arching your back in a mixture of anticipation and delight at his constant touch.

When he finished the last button, Shouto let one hand rest on your hip, grasping the fabric between his fingertips to examine its silken texture. Your breath caught in your throat as you stepped back and bumped into his chest, but he was already there to steady you.

With his arm on your waist and your back leaning against his chest, you made eye contact through the mirror in front of you. You weren’t sure if the pounding you felt was from your heart or his or a combination of both.

There was something almost erotic about holding each others’ gaze in the mirror after Shouto just helped you dress, the two of you still not letting the other go despite the task being complete.

“The dress… You look gorgeous,” he said, not taking his eyes off you for one moment.

You nodded slowly. It did look amazing on you. And it was breathable and soft. (Plus, Shouto liked it, which made you happier than you’d care to admit.) “The only downside would be I need help getting into it.”

“We could get ready together so it’s no issue.”

“I’d...also need help getting out of it.”

You held your breath as his eyes darkened, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly in a way that made you curve your back before you remembered you were flush against Shouto and he could feel even the most subtle of movements coming from your body. But by the time you stopped yourself, it was too late. He already felt it and you wanted more.

His voice was hoarse. “I could help you with that too.”

Instead of beginning to unbutton the dress like part of you thought he would, he surprised you by spinning you around to face him, your shoulder blades pressed against the cool glass of the mirror and your palms lingering on the muscles of his warm chest. The contrast of the cold glass and Shouto’s body heat left a shiver down your spine.

“And how do you plan to help take off my dress when you can’t even see the buttons?” you said challengingly, a smirk on your face despite knowing full well your body was showcasing just how affected you were by this situation. By Shouto.

He tilted his head to the side in response to your daring tone, hands swiftly finding their way to your back and unbuttoning the top five buttons. It wasn’t enough to completely expose your breasts, but it was enough to loosen the fabric at the neckline in a way that made you gasp.

“Seems doable to me,” he commented.

You tugged him down slightly by the collar of his shirt. “I don’t quite believe you. Maybe you should prove it.”

A guttural noise sounded from the back of his throat as he cupped your jaw and leaned in closer. You inched forward, eager to meet his lips. But before they could touch, a knock came from the wall next to the curtain, causing the two of you to freeze in your spots, bodies pressed against each other in an intimate flush.

“Hello, Y/N?” said Masuda cheerfully, blissfully ignorant about what was about to happen in a public dressing room in the middle of the store. “How are the dresses coming along? Did you like any?”

“Ah, actually…” you trailed off, exchanging frustrated but amused glances with Shouto. “I think we’ll take this one.”

a/n: so...mirror sex/sex in a dressing room as a bonus chapter? u.u why yes of course. i’m one step ahead; did u even have to ask? LMAO and hm i wonder if y/n’s fEeLiNGs~ are reciprocated skfkfkdg ALSO THEY WERE SO CLOSE TO KISSING BUT DIDN’T I CRY hopefully the wait will be worth it ;3

what to expect in the next part:

GALA TIMEEEE

yes y/n finally gets the fancy candy they so desired

we get to see shouto’s sexy penthouse

shouto says eat the rich >:c

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userkhael · 3 years

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just in time

Summary: You met your boyfriend at the grocery store of all places and everything is going good but it's been months and you haven't slept with him yet.

Pairing: Henry x Reader

Warning: SMUT and FLUFF, RPF, unprotected sex

Word Count: 2000+

Taglist: @kebabgirl67 @liecastillo @lumiousmoon @violacavs520 @summersong69 @est1887 @little-brattyangel @myloveforhenrycavill @calwitch @wheretheriversrunintothesea @cavillsthighs

A/N: I know someone dmed me about making a sequel to "Late Night Run" and finally here it is! I hope you enjoy and comment, reblog and like as much as you want ☺️ This work is not beta'd. I edit my own work and there will be errors.

Late Night Run

You stand at the foot of your bed, thinking about what should you do next. Or what should you wear, to be exact. It's been exactly five months since you met your boyfriend, at the grocery store, of all places and since then he's spoiled you with your favorite strawberry pop tarts and constant play time with your new favorite human, Henry's niece.

Also it's been five excruciating months since you said to him you'd wait for the right time. It's like you haven't had sex before but Henry's too good to be true sometimes and you want to be sure you're not going all in and getting out burned. For the span of time of you've hung out, make out sessions are often. You also found out Henry is very affectionate even towards the smallest things. He would always look out for you. Always knows how to melt your heart and you wonder if he's like that in the bedroom too.

Your phone chimes on the night stand. It lights up with Henry's face, indicating a video call.

"Hi there, gorgeous! You ready?" Five o'clock shadow can be seen on his face, although he looked so handsome with it. His pearly whites are exposed and his dimples showing whenever he's smiling like that.

"I don't know if I'll ever be ready for this. Is there a chance I can back out?" You smirk at him and he's shaking his head, rubbing his palm form his cheeks down to his chin.

"Ma is looking forward to meet you." He smiled again and you thought you melted right where you're standing.

"I'm nervous and I might throw up then you'll realize you should probably break up with me." I tease him and he just did his usual "tsk" expression.

"I'll come pick you up in ten minutes." He looks down at his watch and pouted at the camera, blowing you a kiss.

"See you!" You end the call and decided you'll wear the white cherry sundress paired with white sneakers and your leather purse.

You still have ten minutes to apply on some light make up and lip gloss. Once you're contented with how you look, you put on some perfume and decide to wait on the front porch. Just as when you locked the door, an Aston Martin parked right out front. The window slides down and Henry waved at you. You're giddy while walking down to your boyfriend's car.

Once you're inside, you kissed him on the lips. He smiled mischievously, looking so gorgeous with that sunglasses of him.

"Someone's excited!" He teases and you smack him on the chest. The ride to the the family's luncheon was not that long and you're greeted by most of the family whom you met once or twice but not in one event. Henry's mother is overwhelmingly sweet and wants you to try everything she prepared for this day. That means you're not by Henry's side most of the event. You even sat beside his Mom when lunch started. So when your phone pings in the middle of chit chat, you check it, thinking it's just some random notification from your social media.

But it's not. It's from Henry. A very spicy text, indeed.

You look so hot right now. I just want to be alone with you.

Those lips looks so sweet, I want a taste.

Please, tell me, we'll make out after this dreadful event.

You smile, looking at your side if someone's looking but there's no one. You look across to where Henry's sitting and he's smirking at you, knowing full well what he does to you. He's distracted by one of his sister-in-laws and had to carry his baby nephew for a few minutes before she runs back to the house. Henry looks at you, wide-eyed and then shook his head while smiling.

You lift up your phone and took a quick snap of him holding a baby. You can't deny the heat building up in your groin just as he cooed at the baby in his arms and looked back at you smiling, holding the baby's hand and made him wave at you. You waved back and there's a few seconds where you and Henry just stared at each other and that's when you knew. Today is the day.

Time dragged and your cheeks hurt from smiling too much and your feet hurt from walking place to place to meet Henry's extended family. Not that you didn't enjoyed the event, it's just been so long since you actually attended something.

"It's been so nice to see you, dear. Would you love to take home some beef wellie?" Henry's mother walked us to the front porch and I couldn't say no to her offer. Henry's hands are all over me when no one's looking and I just know he can't wait to be alone with me. I know I do.

After a few paper bags stuffed in the back of Henry's car, you say goodbye to his Mom, all of his brothers and the sister-in-laws you enjoyed chatting with. His niece ran up to you, kissing you both on the cheeks.

"Will you come to my birthday, Y/N? Daddy said he's going to build me a bouncy castle." One of her front tooth fell out just weeks ago and she looks cuter than ever.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world." You pinch her cheeks and she pinched you back. You kiss her goodbye and you waved as they walked back inside the house, leaving you and Henry. Once inside, you looked at each other and couldn't help but crash in each other's arms. Your kisses are more frantic now, more wanting.

"Okay?" he asks, asking your for consent.

"Okay." You agree and you suddenly feel him tense and when you looked down, he's hard as a rock. The tent in his pants is undeniably visible.

Henry has always been abiding rules when it comes to road safety, but when he parked right in front of your apartment, he didn't do it well. Once everything is laid down in the kitchen counter, you look back at him and no words were needed at what should happen next. You cling onto his neck, while he deepens the kiss. You never knew you wanted this moment to happen until today.

"Are you sure?" He asks, caressing your face and looking deep in your eyes. This is what you love about him, you always felt cared for. Safe.

You nod and you work on the buttons of his shirt while he worked on your zipper. Tiny gasps can be heard by the four walls of your apartment and you noticed, all of your windows are not shut. You can't afford being the talk of town just because you're horny. A little moment of panic that Henry must have noticed so he led you to the bedroom.

"You smell so good, love." He's seated on the edge of the bed while you're standing in between his legs. His hands move up and down your barely clothed body as you rustle his hair, holding on to his head while he suck between your breasts.

He reaches for his pants and dip his hand down its pocket. You stopped his hand and eventually sat on his lap.

"No condoms. I want to feel you."

"But..."

"I've got that taken cared of." You say as your lips trail on his with a soft path. Dabbing your tongue just a bit to tease him.

Since you're still sitting on his lap, he carefully adjusts himself to the center of the bed and playfully throws you on it. Now he has full control of your body. You still don't know what he is in the bedroom and you can't deny the fact that you're excited. His eyes roamed around until it lands on the farther side of the room. Where your yoga things are. He's particularly staring at the anti-gravity yoga swing you had set up.

You bite your lip and walked to the swing, spreading the cloth so you can jump in. Henry's eyes followed you and when you finally did it, he walks up at you, already naked and ready. You sat there in awe at his length and girth. You try pumping him with two hands but there's still space. You look up at him as your hands work its magic and when you already see some pre-cum glistening on his head, you rolled your tongue on it, tasting the saltiness.

Henry groans and held your head as you bobbed up and down his massive manhood. He can barely fit in your mouth. Suddenly, he stops you and ask you to lie down all the way.

He goes down on you while you're inside the cloth and there's nothing to hold on to. He devoured you, sucked and licked the life out of you. Your clit is already throbbing and sensitive so you screamed when he slid a finger inside you. He looks down and as he curl up his finger, hitting just the right spot.

"I want you inside me..." You plea to him but he continued pumping his fingers, in an out.

He stops what he's doing and line up his length at your entrance as you float, butt hanging from the swing. At first it was uncomfortable but when it's already way in, the sensation already builds up with every thrust he makes.

"You feel that, huh?" He say as he held on the cloth, gripping for strength as he pounded into me.

I moaned and cried with pleasure, as I arch my body, feeling a bit foreign yet wanting it. I scoot half of my body out of the cloth and Henry caught my butt just in time before I hit the ground.

"Don't hurt yourself..." He says and you looked back. He's looking all glorious with that piece of curly hair sticking out on his forehead. He admits he hates it sometimes but I love it. I fucking love it.

You stand up and climbed on him like a tree, hopping on his arms, your ass secured with his hands, he slides inside you as you're suspended in the air. You know he can carry like a bag of potatoes but carrying and fucking you makes it all worthwhile.

He's thrusting in you, hitting that sweet spot and you knew, you're so close. He feels it too as he kissed your lips, tugging his teeth between your bottom one.

As you feel the sensation coming over you, you close your eyes and cling to his neck as you shake with mind-blowing orgasm.

"Oh God, I love you..." You whisper on his ear and you can feel him smirk.

He carefully puts you down and your hand automatically went to his cock. Pumping him up and down. He gave you the most earth shattering orgasm, he deserves to get the same.

"Do you mean it, baby?" He asks, one of his finger on my chin, forcing me to look up.

You hum and take him in his mouth, rolling your tongue on his head and bobbing it up and down while you toy with his balls. You want to make him feel like you really mean it and you do.

"Holy fuck. I love you..." As soon as he said the words, you feel his length twitch in your hand and spurts warm cum on your chest. You continue to pump him for more and he stepped back, panting.

"You look so goddamn hot right now, kneeling and covered with my..."

You stand up and puts a finger over his mouth. Both of you are not even sated, you want more. You take his hand and you led him to the bathroom, so you can freshen up and maybe getting fucked while your back pressed against the bathroom wall.

As the warm water cascades on both of your bodies, Henry hums against you skin while he lathers you with body soap.

"I didn't know you were a vixen." He smiles and you reach for his neck, raking up to massage his head.

"My biggest regret, is not doing this after you brought me those box of pop tarts."

"Well, don't worry, love. I'll definitely devour your strawberry scented..."

"Just shut up and fuck me."

And that was the end of your peaceful but boring showers.

#henrycavill**#henry cavill x you #henry cavill smut #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill rpf #rpf smut #rpf fluff #oneshots #henry cavill one shot #fanfiction #fanfic #khaelwrites

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elsawr1tes · 2 years

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the sim(‘)s freeplay

CHAPTER 19 - fries *moans*

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Y/n and her groupies are walking around Seoul, trying to find the McDonald’s where they’re meeting the others. They’re a bit lost right now (mostly because Y/n uses Apple Maps instead of Google Maps like any sane person).

“Why don’t we just use Google?” Jake asks, exasperated. They’ve been walking around for at least half an hour now, even though the McDonald’s was allegedly close to Yongsan station, where they got off the train.

“Shut up, Jake. Apple Maps has never failed me.” Y/n responds, staring at the map on her phone.

“Hey, look, a big yellow M!” Jisung points towards the sign in the distance. It’s the McDonald’s, thankfully.

The group make their way to the McDonald’s. Y/n opens her messages app, looking for the contact “Soobin”. She sends an ‘Are you here yet’ and gets a response a second later.

‘Yes. Turn around.’ Y/n does a 360° spin, but there’s no sign of the idol. Another message pops up on her screen. ‘Look towards the counter.’ She stares at the counter, but there’s only a cashier behind the till. He looks oddly familiar. A third message dings. ‘You found me’.

“Hey, look, Jake, it’s your boyfriend” Jisung snickers, pointing towards exactly where Y/n is staring. “Sunghoon is not my boyfriend,” Jake mumbles, looking in the other direction.

He pops up right in front of Jake, like a magician. ‘I’m literally in front of my boyfriend, Y/n’. She pretends that she isn’t fazed by being scammed. Now is not the time to show weakness.

“Why don’t I show you guys the table where the others are?” Sunghoon immediately walks off. The group follow him to two tables at the back of the restaurant. Y/n spots Heeseung sitting by the window. Her skin feels warmer, but she passes it off for the summer heat. They sit with the others after a few greetings. Y/n somehow ends up next to Heeseung.

The pair sit awkwardly, trying not to brush against each other in the small space. Today is a really hot day, Y/n thinks, feeling even warmer. “Doesn’t this place have air-conditioning?” She asks, fanning herself with her hands.

They nominate Minho and Jay to order at one of the kiosks (Jay is paying and Minho’s the oldest). Y/n is anti-small talk, so she continues to sit awkwardly next to Heeseung. She somehow ends up in a conversation with Jungwon and Sunoo about the best Coke flavour (obviously Cherry). The food arrives just before Jungwon throttles Sunoo for saying Vanilla Coke is the best.

Y/n opens her Chicken Selects box, watching Minho feed Jisung a fry. Riki and Jungwon start an argument about the best Wrap of the Day. She hears a tiny noise next to her.

“Did you just… moan?” Y/n asks, looking at Heeseung. Everyone else is consumed in their own conversations, so they don’t hear her. Heeseung turns a light shade of pink. “The fries are really good today.”

Y/n laughs. “You moaned because of the fries?” Heeseung nods, even more pink. She tries to calm down from her laughing fit. “You’re cute, so your weirdness is ok,” she says, before realising what she said. She changes the topic, pretending she didn’t just call her crush cute to his face.

“If you were stuck on a desert island and three of the people here were stuck with you, who would you want it to be?” Y/n asks, eating one of her Selects.

Heeseung gives her a look. “First of all, that’s such a basic question. Second, you, Jay and probably Jake.”

“Why?”

“Jay knows a lot about the most random stuff, including survival methods, Jake seems really smart and you’re there so that I have someone fun to talk to.” Heeseung says, in between two fries.

“Obviously I’m the fun one, Jake’s so boring with his physics lecturing.” Y/n grins.

“What about you?”

Y/n pauses to think. “I would want Minho, Jisung and you. Minho is like a dad but nicer, Jisung is my bestie and I need you there so that I don’t third wheel with them.”

Heeseung laughs at her reasoning, “So I’m just here for entertainment reasons?” He jokes with a teasing smile.

“Hey, you said I was there to entertain you as well!” Y/n throws a fry at him, which he catches in his mouth.

“Good catch,” Y/n remarks. Heeseung throws a fry back at her, which she tries to catch. She fails miserably, watching the fry fall into a ketchup tub.

“That was dismal,” Heeseung snickers.

“Not everyone is secretly talented at catching fries in their mouth,” Y/n glares at him, annoyed.

“I can catch a lot more in my mouth.”

“That’s what she said.”

They both laugh. Heeseung almost chokes on his Coke.

“Heeseung hyung and Y/n should have a staring contest” Jay suggests randomly, a mischevious glint in his eyes.

The rest of the group cheer. “Will they even be able to hold eye contact?” Riki asks, smirking.

“Loser has to buy the whole group McFlurries.” Heeseung says.

“Challenge accepted. You’re going to regret this, Lee.”

“We’ll see who wins, Sim.”

Sunoo is sitting opposite them both, so he’s elected as the judge. Y/n blinks several times in preparation, Heeseung does the same.

“3, 2, 1, go!” The two of them lock eyes. Y/n hides how flustered she is, focusing on Heeseung’s eyes. She notes the beautiful shade of mocha brown that his eyes are, admiring how light reflects off them. His irises are perfectly circular, and his pupils are very dilated. She thinks his eyes are beautiful, they make him look like Bambi.

Y/n notices the second Heeseung blinks. “I win! Suck it, Lee Heeseung!” She registers how much her eyes hurt when she blinks, and how red Heeseung looks. The heat must really be getting to him.

Heeseung sighs, “My wallet will never recover.”

“I’ll come with you to order them,” Y/n offers, “But you won’t be gaslighting me into paying.”

They get the McFlurries at the till (surprisingly, the machine is working), taking five each. The duo hand out the ice creams, finally sitting back down with their own McFlurries.

“Do you want to try some?” Y/n asks, holding out her Oreo McFlurry.

Heeseung opens his mouth, letting Y/n feed him some of her ice cream. “That’s so good!”

“Are you going to moan again?” Y/n teases, laughing when he glares at her.

“You’re going to tease me about this until I die, aren’t you?” Y/n nods, opening her mouth.

“I want some of yours.” Heeseung gives her someone of his Smarties McFlurry. She cringes at the aftertaste. “Mine is better,” Y/n declares.

Heeseung nods in agreement, “This was a horrible choice.”

“If you aren’t going to eat it I’ll have it” Y/n says hopefully.

“No, It’s still ice cream, I’ll finish it.”

The group finish their McFlurries. The rubbish is piled into the McDonald’s bags, and they all take their drinks with them as they leave.

“We should do this again,” Y/n says, taking a sip of her Coke.

The others murmur in agreement. They all say their goodbyes.

“We should hang out some time without the others,” Heeseung suggests.

“That would be fun,” Y/n nods.

The pair stand awkwardly for a few seconds, before Heeseung holds out his fist. They fist bump, making mini explosion sounds. Y/n smiles at him; he smiles back.

The groups go their separate ways. Y/n looks back at the other group, going in the opposite direction, and makes eye contact with Heeseung. She turns quickly, hoping that she isn’t blushing.

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SUMMARY: sim y/n decides to create her twitter moots in the sims freeplay, chaos ensues

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AN: i wrote this entire chapter in a day omg i’m so slay

TAGLIST: @enhacolor, @msxflower (open, ask to be added)

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zukkoxx · 3 years

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mha boys doing the hickey prank on you

(w/ bakugo, kiri, shinsou)

bakugo 💥

you and bakugo’s relationship started with bickering and annoying each other till you drive the other crazy.

and that didn’t stop when you started dating.

now, it’s more of pulling silly little pranks on each other.

and each time you would try to one up the other.

well, the last prank you pulled in bakugo had him fuming, he was mad for a week.

so obviously he had to get you back even worse.

he got mina to help him, figuring she’d be best at making the makeup look like the actual thing.

she berated him the whole time, telling him if he broke her best friend’s heart she’d shoot acid in his eyes.

he brushed off her comment. you deserved this.

it was a little late in the evening after you get to bakugo’s dorm, finished with all the tasks you had to do today.

“hey kats.” you greet, placing your things on his desk and joining him on the bed where he was sitting on his phone.

he looked up at you, almost feeling bad when you gave him a genuine smile before snuggling up next to him. “whats up?” you say when he doesn’t respond.

“nothing. how was your day?” he quickly asked.

the two of you talked for a while about random stuff, and at some point you went up to kiss his cheek, laughing at a comment he made.

but you freeze when you see a dark, purplish mark on the side of his neck, in plain sight.

you furrowed your brows, wondering how you hadn’t noticed to before.

“katsuki...what’s this?” you ask, making him turn from his phone and look at you.

“what’re ya talkin about dumbass?”

“don’t call me a dumbass, what the hell is this on your neck?” you speak louder, pressing a finger under the mark.

“it’s nothing, probably a bruise from a mission-”

“bakugo.”

the blond widens his eyes at your deep tone and the way you said his name. he never really heard you speak like this unless it was towards a villain. but even then, you never sounded this serious.

“you and i both know that’s not a fucking bruise.”

he stares at you silently, not knowing if he should end the prank or not.

he decides to push on.

“i don’t know what you want me to say.” he shrugs, looking away from you. he couldn’t stand seeing the hurt in your eyes.

you scoff, trying to get rid of the pressure building in you throat. “you really are just a big asshole, aren’t you?”

he stayed quiet. “if you wanted to break up with, you could’ve just told me.” you try so hard to keep your tears at bay, not letting them cross your waterline.

but it feels like a dagger had been stabbed through your heart.

“and to think, i thought you could have actually loved me.” you chuckle darkly before trying to get off the bed.

upon hearing your words, bakugo quickly grabbed your hand, pulling you against him.

“i do love you-”

“let me go you asshole!” you push his chest, tears finally escaping. “we’re done! that’s what you wanted right?”

“y/n it’s not real! calm down.”

he holds your waist so you were sitting on his lap, keeping you still. you look at him, trying to figure out what he was talking about. “what the hell do you mean it’s not real?”

he stared at you for a second, almost scared that if he looked away, you’d be gone. but he eventually reaches to the table beside his bed and grabs a makeup wipe mina lended him. he quickly wiped the mark, staring at you intensely.

“see?” he turns his head, and you find the purple mark gone, only a slight red pigment left from where he wiped so harshly. “fake.” he holds up the wipe so you see the purple stains covering it.

“it was a prank.”

you felt like you could finally breath again, but your relief quickly turned into anger, and you punched bakugo’s chest out of instinct. he didn’t react.

“i hate you. why would you do this?”

“you pranked me last week!” bakugo states, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“i put pink dye in your shampoo katsuki. this was overboard.” you mutter, wiping your cheeks to get rid of sparse tears.

bakugo frowned, feeling even more bad about the whole thing. he had to admit, he took it too far. “you’re right. i’m sorry.” you didn’t respond, but accepted his apology.

“hey.” bakugo lifted your chin to look at him. “you know i love you, right? more than fucking anything.” you nod. “don’t ever doubt my love for you, or i may have to blow myself up for making you feel that way.”

you laugh slightly, bending down so you could hug when, pushing your face into his neck.

“you know i’m getting you back for this.”

kirishima🪨

kirishima often does things without thinking ahead.

not fully comprehending the consequences of his actions.

this was one of those moments.

it was april fools day! great right?

except kiri and the boys made a bet, wondering who could pull the best prank on someone in their class.

kiri took a while thinking about who he should prank. and eventually, a perfect prank to pull on his precious s/o came to mind.

a hickey prank. haha....ha. -_-

he had seen tons of videos where someone made a fake hickey and pranked their s/o with it. he always laughed his ass off at them.

this would be the perfect opportunity!

so he sprinted to ochaco’s back room, hers being the closest, and asked for some makeup he would return quickly.

he went to his room, doing his best at imitating the red, purplish bruise you’d often give each other.

when he thought he did the best he could, he leaves his room, trying to find you so he could get the prank over with.

he sees you in the kitchen, eating a bowl of fruit, chatting with jiro.

he makes his way over slowly, nervousness creeping up his spine with the amount of people in the common area at the moment.

he didn’t want to embarrass you, but he didn’t want to give any of the boys 50 dollars either.

he stood behind you, awkwardly waiting for you to finish talking to jiro.

jiro looks past you, motioning for you to check. you turn, eyes brightening as they land upon your boyfriend.

“hey kiri, what some fruit?” you push the bowl towards him, and he shakes his head with a dopey smile. “no thanks babe. just checking on you.”

you melt at his kind words, about to respond when jiro speaks up beside to. “i think you should be checking on yourself kiri. jeez y/n, are you human or a leech?” she covers her moth to stifle a laugh, pointing to a very specific spot on kiri’s neck.

you halfheartedly laugh, confused, and glanced at the area yourself.

you breath stops when you notice a big purple mark covering the side of his neck.

you didn’t do that to him...

kirishima stands uncomfortably still, not real really knowing what to do this far into the prank.

“kirishima? wha...” you can’t even speak, just utterly astonished at what you’re seeing.

you stare at him and shake your hands, waiting for him to explain himself.

“are you going to say something!?” you ask, the hurt in your voice making his heart break.

he didn’t like this. not at all. why did he do this?

“...fuck you kiri.” you spit, ignoring the fact that you still used his nickname while you were mad at him.

you walked away in a hurry, leaving jiro glaring at kirishima.

“what did you do?” she asked.

“i-it was a joke! a prank! i...it’s april fools!”

“well go tell them that!” jiro says, pushing kiri to go follow you.

kirishima runs after you, getting to you as soon as you enter the elevator to go to your dorm. he sprints inside, crashing into you in the process.

he looks at you with wide eyes when he sees tears running down your face. “why are you here?” you quickly yell.

“y/n it’s a prank! it’s april fools day, please baby! i’m sorry!” he goes to hug you. you don’t return it but you don’t push him away either.

“what the heck eijiro! that wasn’t funny!” you yell in distress. you were happy it wasn’t real, but the feeling from being absolutely heart broken to feeling better in the span of seconds was overwhelming.

“i know. i know it was stupid of me to even attempt this. i made a stupid bet with the others. i am so sorry. you know i’d never do this to you. please, forgive me.” he begs, holding onto you for dear life.

“i’m really upset with you right now, eijiro.”

“you should be. i don’t blame you y/n. but please, don’t leave me.”

you sighed, finally going to hug him back. “i’m not going to leave you kiri. i was scared you were leaving me!”

“i’d never! never in a million years!”

“i know, just don’t do that again. you really scared me.”

he nods against you. “never again.”

shinsou 🌀

shinsou was never good at expressing his emotions.

he was very reserved and even though you were his s/o, you often had trouble figuring out what was going on inside that complicated head of his

so when you laughed at izuku’s jokes, or praised shoto’s quirk

of course he wouldn’t tell you how jealous it made him feel. how it made all his insecurities rise up.

you didn’t mean to make him feel this way, god no. you had known the two boys longer than him and were used to having the comfortable playful conversations with izuku and serious quirk related talks with shoto.

but shinsou didn’t like all the attention you gave them.

and he couldn’t find a way to let you know how he felt that didn’t involve telling you. which he wasn’t going to do.

so he ended up doing the next best thing that came to mind.

make you feel what he was feeling.

he gets some makeup from someone he had already forgotten the name of and went to his dorm, doing his best to make the fake hickey at least a little believable.

he didn’t want the prank to be too serious, just to hit you with a quick realization that you had been making him feel this way.

so he waits for you to meet him in his dorm like you always do, and even leaves the makeup out in the open to see if you’d catch on yourself.

“hellooo my love.” you say cheerfully, and shinso smiled at your happy mood.

“hi y/n. had a good day?” he asked, sitting on the edge of his bed as you approached him, standing between his legs.

“mhm. but i missed you.” you muttered, pushing his face against your stomach as you hugged his head.

hitoshi frowned at your words. maybe this wasn’t a good idea. maybe he’s been overthinking and this stupid prank will just make things worse.

“so, what did you do today-”

you pull back from hitoshi and catch a glimpse of a bruise on his neck. you grip his chin, turning it to the side with slight force and narrow your eyes.

“what happened here?” you asked curiously

“nothing babe.” your boyfriend shrugs

“hitoshi is this a fucking hickey?” you asked after getting a better look, hoping to whatever god there was that his answer would be no.

“what does it look like?”

“don’t talk to me like that, you prick.” you seeth, and push his head away until he falls on his back on the bed.

“we’re over! i hate you.” you say the last part quietly, still not wanting to believe what you saw was real.

“wait y/n, it’s fake!” hitoshi yells before you could leave his dorm.

“how is it fake hitoshi? what, you had no real feelings for the bitch that sucked on your neck? do you think i’m stupid or something?”

“the hickey is fake y/n. i made it.”

you stared at him with deceiving eyes, crossing your arms and tapping your foot. “is this some type of mind joke hitoshi? i told you don’t use that shit on me.”

“please babe, c’mere. wipe it off.”

you slowly made you way back to him, gripping his chin to turn his head again and swiped at the mark. it smeared a little, but didn’t come off. you licked your thumb before rubbing it into the mark, finally making it disappear.

you pushed him back slightly, eyes still angry. “what was that all about? why’d you do that?” you ask.

“just thought it’d be funny.” he lies, looking away from you. you knew he was lying. he always looked directly at you when talking about something. especially something serious.

“do not make me even angrier than i already am shinso. fess up.”

hitoshi groaned, putting his hands over his face before looking at you with tired eyes. “fine, i got jealous of you hanging out and being friendly with midoriya and todoroki. i just wanted to get you back in a way.”

“so you pretend to cheat on me?”

“i’m sorry. it was really immature of me and i should’ve just talked to you. the makeup is right over there if you still need proof.” he points to his desk and glance at it, seeing the makeup sprawled on top.

you sighed, not wanting to forgive him so easily. but you couldn’t help it with the way he rubbed the back of your legs soothingly and looked at you with love filled eyes.

“ugh, you’re lucky i love you.” you state, trying to stop the smile growing on your face as you see him smirk softly.

“and i love you. more than anything. thank you for forgiving me.”

“and...i’ll try not to make you jealous. i really didn’t mean to.” you say, remembering the reason for the whole situation.

hitoshi shook his head. “you can hang out and be friends with whoever you want. i know you wouldn’t leave me or be unfaithful. and i’d never be unfaithful to you. i’m so thankful for you.”

.....

“stop getting all mushy on me.”

i always see hcs where the boys get pranked, i thought it’d be cool to do the reverse. i can still do y/n pranking the boys if you guys would like that! hope you enjoyed this! leave a request here! -> 🥀

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wild-karrde · 3 years

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Reunion - Part 24

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A/N: Warning for some canon-typical violence, PTSD mention in this chapter. As always, thank you to the wonderful @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta-reading this chapter for me!

They’d taken their time coming back, checking and rechecking that they’d disabled every possible way to track the shuttle and ensuring they misdirected the Empire with enough random hyperspace jumps to keep them from ever being able to find the Yavin base. Luckily, Tech had provided them with enough doses of sedative to keep Wolffe unconscious during that time. Rex had spent most of the trip back either sitting in the hold with Senna and Wolffe or staring out the front viewport from the co-pilot’s seat. He had barely spoken to any of them, and he could feel Echo and Fives’s inquiring stares, but still he remained silent. They knew that she and Rex had confronted the Sith lord, but Rex had provided little other details. He’d promised Senna to keep Anakin’s secret, but he didn’t have a lie yet to take its place.

Once we get the chip out, everything will be different.

He felt Senna’s hands slide over his shoulders as they came out of hyperspace for the final time, flying towards Yavin 4, and he reached up to grasp her wrist, placing a kiss to the inside of her palm. She’d hovered around him the entire return trip, although he couldn’t be sure if it was for his comfort or for hers.

Probably both.

She’d held it together in front of Fives and Echo with tight smiles and terrible jokes, but the pain in her gaze was evident. She had said she wouldn’t grieve for Anakin a second time, but he could see the encounter had ripped that loss open like a fresh wound, and she was barely containing her grief.

As soon as they touched down, Tech, Hunter, and Omega were waiting for them. Rex could see Senna steeling herself, plastering another smile on her face as the hatch opened and Omega rushed inside to greet her.

“Master Atiniir! Were you-“ Her words halted as her eyes fell on Wolffe’s still form. “Is he-“

“He’s alright,” Senna assured her. “But he does need his chip removed.” Rex watched as Senna and Tech locked eyes, something unspoken passing between them once more. He noted Senna’s eyes flicking to Tech’s arm, and when he followed her gaze, he could see a bandage on Tech’s forearm when his sleeve pulled up slightly.

I’ll ask later. When we’re both…not like this.

Tech and Hunter helped Fives and Echo carry Wolffe off the ship as Senna and Omega stood off to the side watching. Omega turned to her master, her eyebrows furrowing as she took in Senna’s distant gaze and the bags under her eyes.

“Senna,” she said gently. “Are you alright? I…I sense something’s bothering you.”

Senna blinked rapidly before glancing down at her padawan, smiling. “You sense that, do you? You’re improving, Padawan.” She rested her hand on Omega’s shoulder. “It was…quite an ordeal getting Wolffe out. I’ll tell you about it later, but I may need to rest a bit first. It’s been a long few rotations trying to keep Wolffe comfortable and getting back here. Why don’t you go catch up with the others? I'll come find you in a little while after I’ve had time to recharge my batteries a bit, alright?”

Omega appeared to accept her answer, giving her one last hard look before nodding and jogging off after the others. Wordlessly, Senna turned to meet Rex’s gaze, and together the two of them made their way towards where his ship was still parked on the tarmac. Quietly, they strode up the ramp, and Rex closed the hatch, the creaking of the gears deafening in the silence between them. She sat on his bunk, undoing the clasp of her boots and tossing her belt and lightsaber to the floor unceremoniously. Rex sat next to her, pulling his holster from his hips and dropping it to the floor next to her lightsaber. They moved quietly, the silence settling between them, only interrupted by the dull thuds of their gear hitting the deck as they removed it. Finally, Senna stilled, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her knees. Rex sat rigidly for a few moments before allowing his hand to drift over and rest on her back, his thumb stroking her spine through her tunic.

“What can I do?” he asked gently, trying to keep his voice from shattering.

She shuddered. Her breath caught in her throat, and she leaned into him. Rex tightened his grip on her, pulling her into his lap and cradling her against his chest. “I know. I know,” he whispered, pressing kisses against her forehead and hair. “I’ve got you. You can let go now. I’m right here.”

Senna sobbed, digging her fingers into his shirt. Rex clenched his jaw as she fell apart in his arms. “I just don’t understand,” she wept. “H-how? How could h-he-“

“Shhhh,” Rex whispered, rocking her gently. “It’s not on you to understand or to feel responsible.”

“I-I-I could have saved him. I should have just-“

“Senna.” Rex’s voice was firm as he cupped her cheeks, pulling her face away from him and forcing her to meet his gaze. He fought the lump rising in his throat and blinked away the mist clouding his vision. He waited until he was sure she was looking at him, really looking at him. “There is nothing you could have done to stop that, and thinking that there was will only torment you.” He swiped his thumbs over her cheeks. “He is what he is because he made a choice, and nothing you or I did would have stopped him. You loved him unconditionally, you mentored him, you gave him everything he needed to understand that he was cared for. I…I trusted him with my life. I believed in him. And in spite of all of that, he turned. He failed us, Senna, not the other way around.” He pulled her back to him. “Now please, tell me what I can do.”

Senna was quiet for a few moments before she shifted in his lap, coming to straddle his waist and burying her face in his neck. “Please just hold me. Touch me. I haven’t felt warm since…” Her voice trailed off and she shuddered again. Rex suddenly realized it wasn’t just a sob, she was shivering.

Rex was struck by how small Senna felt in his arms. She was barely shorter than he was with a strong body that wasn’t frail by any stretch of the imagination, but in this moment, she felt as though she’d shrunk in his arms, and he pulled her closer. For the first time since he’d known her, she felt as though she needed to be protected, that she needed him. It broke his heart.

Threading his fingers through her hair, he cradled the back of her head, finally allowing some of his tears to slide down his cheeks. “I’ve got you, Senna. I’m right here.” His other palm slipped under her shirt, warm against her back, and she shuffled closer to him, as if she hoped that the two of them would meld together. Her breath stuttered against his neck, and he gripped her tighter.

“I’m right here, my love,” he whispered again. “I’ve got you.”

At some point, they moved further into the bunk and fell asleep tangled up in one another. As Rex drifted off, he prayed to any deity that was listening that Senna’s sleep would be a dreamless one.

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“His chip was successfully removed,” Tech said. “He should be coming out of it shortly.”

Rex felt Senna grip his hand from where she stood behind him, and he gave her a light squeeze back. All this time, and we’ve finally got him.

As soon as they’d returned, Tech had gotten the medpod calibrated for the chip removal procedure and prepped Wolffe for surgery. It had taken a few hours to complete and ensure that his vitals were stabilized, but as soon as they knew the procedure had been successful, Fives had come running out to Rex’s ship to wake the two of them. Now, despite it being the middle of the night, Tech, Fives, Rex, and Senna had gathered around Wolffe’s bed, waiting for him to wake up.

Rex’s body felt exhausted. The sleep that he’d gotten with Senna for the last few hours had been fitful. He’d had nightmares of her hanging in the air in front of Anakin, but not as the Sith lord, as the young man he’d known throughout the war. Rex would shout his name, and Anakin would turn, his blue eyes burning into his former captain.

“You should have known.”

Rex had woken at least once every hour, gasping until he remembered where he was and finding Senna peacefully snoring next to him. He was glad she never woke up, but he wondered if it was just due to sheer exhaustion or actual peacefulness. When Fives had come to find them, he’d been awake, drowsily running his fingers through Senna’s hair, hoping to drift off again.

But now, he felt a rush of excitement. Something good out of all of this. We need it. All of us.

Wolffe’s eyelids fluttered slightly and he groaned, shifting in the bed.

“Wolffe, can you hear me?” Rex asked, resting his hand on his brother’s shoulder and giving it a light squeeze. “Wolffe?”

“Rex,” Wolffe rasped, his eyes still shut.

“Yeah, I’m right here, brother. We’re all right here.”

Wolffe’s eyes opened, his mismatched irises struggling to focus in the bright lighting. Rex squeezed his shoulder again, and the former commander turned his head, a small smile creasing the corners of his mouth as his eyes found Rex’s. He reached his arm up, gripping Rex’s shoulder and pulling their foreheads together.

“Thanks for the pick-up. Appreciate you getting me out of there,” he huffed.

“Heard the food was terrible. Figured we might be doing you a favor,” Rex joked, his voice cracking slightly.

Wolffe’s smile faded for a moment, his eyes losing focus again for a second. “You…you had a Jedi with you.”

Rex felt something shift, and alarm bells started to ring in the back of his mind. Time seemed to slow as Wolffe’s gaze shifted over his shoulder, finding Senna standing there, and recognition flashed across his features. Wolffe’s eyebrows furrowed, his face twisting into a snarl.

“You.”

Before Rex could process what was happening, Wolffe launched himself out of the bed with a startling amount of speed, tackling Senna to the ground. Senna’s head smacked into the hard floor with a sickening thud, and Rex could see her eyes go wide as Wolffe straddled her chest. Senna blinked rapidly, trying to clear the haze as she reached up towards Wolffe’s face.

Why? Why is he doing this? Rex felt as though he was in a fog as he watched Senna try to reach for Wolffe’s face.

“Wolffe, it’s alright,” she gasped, trying to place her fingers against his temples. She’s trying to calm him like she did once for me, Rex realized.

“You betrayed us,” he snarled, pinning her wrists down.

“WOLFFE, STOP!” Rex pleaded, his mind finally giving his body permission to physically engage the former commander, gripping his shoulder and trying to pull him away from Senna, but his brother flung him off with as little effort as if he were swatting a bug. Rex fell back against the wall, his head slamming against the cool metal as he frantically looked for anything to stop Wolffe. Why is he doing this? Rex’s brain was processing everything too slowly, as if he were trying to wade through thick mud that reached to his waist. For a moment, he wondered if perhaps he was still asleep on his ship, trapped in another one of his nightmares, but the throb in the back of his skull from where he’d slammed against the wall assured him that this was quite real.

But why?

Wolffe was now kneeling on Senna’s arms, pinning them to the floor as he wrapped his hands around her throat. “Wolffe…please,” she gasped, her face turning red from the strain. Wolffe’s expression was one of rage as he leaned forward, increasing the pressure on her airway. Fives was coming around from the opposite side of the bed, wrapping his arm around Wolffe’s neck, trying to sleeper hold him as Tech frantically dug through a cabinet.

“WOLFFE, LET HER GO!” Fives demanded, shaking his brother violently, but Wolffe seemed unphased as Fives threw his weight backwards, trying to pull Wolffe off of Senna. Her eyes were bloodshot, her face turning purple as her mouth opened and closed. A tear trickled from the corner of her eye, sliding along her cheek and into her hair. Rex had recovered and stood shakily, drawing his blaster and trying to click the stun setting on with shaking hands. Everything was happening as if time had slowed down, and yet somehow, still too quickly. I’ve got to stop him. I’ve got to save her.

“WOLFFE, SHE DIDN’T BETRAY YOU. STOP IT OR YOU’RE GOING TO KILL HER!” Fives tried again.

“Good,” Wolffe grunted. “It’s their fault. All of it.”

Tech was moving to Wolffe’s side as Rex raised his blaster. “REX, DO NOT SHOOT HIM. HIS BODY CANNOT TAKE THE SHOCK,” Tech shouted before yanking down the neck of Wolffe’s shirt and injecting him with something. Wolffe swore at the pinch, but his muscles quickly went slack. Fives pulled him off Senna, cradling his head in his lap as Tech fell to his knees, hovering over Senna’s still form. Rex’s blaster clattered to the ground as he fell forward on his hands and knees, scrambling to Senna’s side.

Tech had his glove off, his fingers gently pressing at Senna’s throat just underneath her jaw. Rex reached for her, but Tech gripped his hands. “Do not move her until we know how badly she’s hurt.”

“Is…is she alive?” Rex gasped, his face suddenly wet with tears. “He…he didn’t…”

“She’s breathing,” Tech replied, reaching up to pull a medical scanner off the shelf above them. “However, I fear he may have crushed her windpipe, and I cannot be sure he didn’t injure the bones in her neck, which is why it is critical that we do not move her yet.” The bruises from Wolffe’s grip were already appearing on her neck, deep purple fingerprints marring the skin of her throat. Rex’s stomach revolted, and he swallowed the bile as tears leapt to his eyes. His hands hovered over her, trembling, finally gently slipping into the fingers of her right hand, his thumb grazing over her knuckles.

Tech sat back on his haunches, reading the scanner results.

“Well?” Fives asked, his voice hoarse.

“There is damage, but not irreparable. The good news is that he didn’t break her neck, so as long as we’re careful, we should be able to transport her to a medical suite for treatment.”

Echo burst into the room. “What-“ his voice faltered as he took in the scene before him. “Is she-“

“She’s alive, but we need to move her,” Tech said evenly. “Please go retrieve a gurney for us to place her on.”

“How did you know to come?” Rex rasped.

“I turned on my comm as soon as things got hairy,” Fives said quietly. “Was hoping someone was listening. In case we couldn’t get Wolffe off of her.”

“I’ll be right back,” Echo said, turning and jogging back out of the room.

Rex felt a hand on his arm and looked over to find Fives grasping his elbow gently. “She’ll be alright, Rex.”

“I just don’t know why she didn’t throw him off,” Rex said quietly. “She could have easily gotten loose.”

Senna’s lips moved, a barely audible sound coming from her. Rex crawled forward quickly, leaning so that his ear was just over her mouth.

“Didn’t…want…to hurt…him,” she wheezed, and Rex sobbed quietly, gently stroking her hair.

“He could have killed you, Senna.”

“And…what…if I’d…killed…him?” Her eyes fluttered open, finding Rex’s, and she raised an eyebrow slightly. “You’d…never…have fo-forgiven…me.”

Rex leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, his fingers still gently stroking her face and hair. “I’d have never forgiven you if you’d let yourself be killed,” he whispered, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Senna huffed what he imagined was supposed to be a laugh. “No…winning,” she gasped, and he laughed dryly.

“You’re alive, and that’s all that matters. Don’t you dare leave me, Senna Atiniir. Not before I get the chance to marry you.”

Her eyes drifted over to Wolffe’s unconscious form resting in Fives’s lap. “Is…he?”

“He is sedated,” Tech said quietly, resting his hand on Senna’s left arm just above her cybernetic. “He’ll wake up in a few hours with a nasty headache, but no additional damage.”

“Good,” she rasped.

“You, however, will require a bit more attention I’m afraid,” Tech said. “You’ve got damage to your windpipe and the muscles in your neck. Nothing that can’t be fixed, but it will take time. You’re going to be sore for a few rotations at least.”

“Been a…while…since I…was…laid up,” she teased. “My…turn.” With a trembling arm, she reached up, cradling the back of Rex’s head and pulling him down to touch his forehead to hers. “I’m…alright…stop…fretting.”

Rex sighed deeply, the tears falling from his eyes beginning to ebb as he relaxed against her, rubbing his thumb carefully over her cheek. “I love you,” he whispered.

“And I…love you.”

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Rex sat in the dim room next to the bed that Wolffe was in, his head hanging low as he rested his elbows on his knees. He considered how much things had shifted in such a short time. Only a few hours ago, they’d all been gleefully hovering around this bed, ready to welcome yet another brother home. Now, Wolffe’s wrists were cuffed to the sides of the bed as he lay sedated, breathing evenly in his sleep. They’d cleaned up some of the mess from the incident, but there were still scuffs on the floor from where Senna’s boots had skidded out from under her when Wolffe tackled her. Rex found himself alternating between staring at his unconscious brother and the place on the floor where Senna had been lying. I thought she was dead. I was so sure she was dead. That he had killed her. He ran his hands over the back of his head, interlacing his fingers on the nape of his neck as he fought the bile rising in his throat at the memory. His eyes stung with tears. I thought I’d lost her again. After everything. I thought she was gone.

Wolffe groaned quietly, and Rex straightened on the stool, watching as his brother slowly regained his consciousness. “Rex,” he groaned, and Rex choked back a sob, averting his eyes towards the ground again. “Rex.” His name was said with more authority this time, and when he raised his eyes to look at his brother, Wolffe’s mismatched irises were staring back at him in the dim lighting.

Rex wet his lips, wondering where he could possibly begin, but all he was able to croak out was a single word.

“Why?”

Wolffe stared at him a moment, and the silence seemed to widen the gap between them, giving room for Rex’s anger to grow and spiral within him.

“Why would you do that?” he demanded more forcefully. “Why would you kill someone that helped save you?”

“She’s a Jedi,” Wolffe replied flatly, as if it could not be more obvious.

“She is the woman I love, Wolffe,” Rex snarled, his anger finally besting him. “She and I searched the galaxy for you and didn’t stop until we rescued you. And you tried to kill her!”

Wolffe watched his brother stoically for a few seconds before giving his wrists an experimental tug. The binders clanked against the metal struts. When Wolffe met Rex’s eyes again, the emotions swirling behind them weren’t what Rex expected.

“You don’t understand,” Wolffe said quietly. “They betrayed us.”

“Don’t give me that bantha shit,” Rex snapped. “Your chip is out. You surely don’t buy that story they programmed us to believe.”

Wolffe’s expression was blank. “Of course I believe it. I never would have…I was a loyal soldier, Rex.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Rex asked, his frustration still evident. “We were all loyal soldiers, Wolffe.”

Wolffe’s eyes fell to his lap, his pupils darting back and forth. “Of course they betrayed us. I didn’t kill my general for no reason. They told us the Jedi betrayed us. I had to do my duty. I had to. He betrayed us. They betrayed us.” His voice was soft, beginning to crack at the edges, and Rex paused, watching his brother.

“I…I killed the general. I gave the order. I had to. They betrayed us.” Wolffe was repeating himself, and the realization hit Rex like a crushing wave.

General Plo Koon had been one of the most kind Jedi generals he had encountered throughout the war. He valued the lives of his soldiers in ways few did, many seeing the clones as expendable soldiers while Plo Koon would have gladly laid down his life to save any one of his men. The Kel Dor had saved Wolffe’s life countless times and had been an integral part of his recovery when his eye had been taken. Wolffe had never admitted it to Rex, but the captain always believed that Wolffe saw his general as a mentor and the closest thing to a father figure that he’d ever have. He loved him, and now he can’t live with the fact that he killed him. That it was all a lie and he was just a pawn, manipulated by the Empire to meet its needs. This is the lie he’s clinging to in order to survive.

“Wolffe,” Rex said gently, reaching out for his brother, but Wolffe pulled away, his muttering growing louder.

“You…you don’t understand. I had to. I would never…they betrayed us. That’s what they said, that the Jedi betrayed us, Rex. We did what we had to. General Plo was part of the plot against us, and I had…I had…” He was crying now, tears leaking from his eyes. “He had to die. I wouldn’t have killed him without cause. I can’t…NO!” He roared in anguish, and Rex wrapped his arm around him as he struggled. “I DIDN’T KILL HIM FOR NO REASON. HE BETRAYED US! THEY ALL BETRAYED US! I HAD TO. FOR THE REPUBLIC! I HAD TO DO MY DUTY!” Wolffe was thrashing and Rex wept as he held him tightly. Finally, Wolffe leaned against Rex’s chest, allowing him to hold him as his screams quieted to sobs. “I had to,” he whimpered. “I had to do my duty.”

Rex rocked Wolffe quietly, cradling his face against his chest and whispering to him. “It’s alright. I’ve got you, Wolffe. It’s alright.”

After a while, Wolffe fell asleep once more, and Rex carefully eased him back against the pillows. He stood watching him, carefully reaching down to rub the indentations on Wolffe’s wrists where the cuffs had dug into them as he thrashed. Tears trickled from Rex’s eyes as he sank back on the stool by the bed, watching as his brother slept.

“Rex.” Gregor’s voice was unmistakable and jarringly loud in the quiet. Rex glanced over his shoulder to see his brother standing in the doorway.

“He woke for a bit,” Rex said quietly, his voice raw with grief. “Still thinks the Jedi are out to get him. I think it’s how he’s coping with killing his general. Don’t think he can handle the truth of the matter, that we were manipulated into killing those we cared about. That he did it for nothing.”

Gregor quietly came to stand next to Rex, resting his hand on Wolffe’s forehead. The former commander stirred in his sleep but didn’t wake. Gregor hummed quietly before turning to face Rex.

“I’ll take him somewhere.”

Rex raised an eyebrow, turning to meet Gregor’s eyes. “What?”

“He’s dangerous here. He needs to heal. I’m not doing much good other than taking up rations and providing occasional insight,” Gregor stated, his decision already clearly made. “I’ll take him somewhere where I can try to help him heal his mind. Maker knows I’ve got some experience with that.” His trademark chuckle was quiet, only carrying a fraction of its usual mirth. “I’ll keep him safe.”

“You can’t do that on your own,” Rex replied.

“I’ll figure it out.”

“No,” Rex said softly. “I’ll go with you.”

Gregor squatted down in front of him, resting his hands on Rex’s knees. “Rex, you can’t. We can’t have Senna around him.”

“I know that.” Rex’s voice cracked. “But he’s my responsibility as much as yours. Perhaps even more so. I owe him about three times over for saving my skin during the war.”

“If he was in his right mind, he’d tell you to kriff the debt,” Gregor said.

“I know he would, which is all the more reason I owe him.” Rex swallowed hard. “Senna and I can do this apart. We’ll have to.” He laughed quietly. “I’m betting credits she’ll say the same thing when she wakes up.”

Gregor studied his face, and he could feel his features harden in determination. “Senna and I will have time once Wolffe’s healed.” His words were firmer than he felt, but Gregor seemed convinced he couldn’t be swayed.

“Alright,” Gregor said softly, pushing himself to a standing position. “But before you leave, you should marry her and take the name the two of you have chosen.”

Rex glanced up at him, and Gregor smirked. “Atiniir seems pretty appropriate considering the challenges you’re both about to face.”

A/N: I'm sorry.

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honeyhenry · 4 years

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Captain Confusion

A/N: Inspired by this video that makes me weep with its cuteness! I just had to write this okay 🥺🥺🥺 This is in the same universe as Homeward Bound, which happens after this story. Feel free to give it a read after this, if you haven’t already! ALSO should note that the lovely @ohmygoodie is my Sy partner in crime and without them this fic would not be made possible :)

Warning: mention of operations/hospitals, and a whole lot of fluff!

It was a simple procedure and so it hadn't worried you too much, other than the usual fears when a loved one is under the knife while in the hands of trained doctors. Sy’s hernia had been authorised for operation only five minutes into the doctor’s appointment you had all but dragged him to, and scheduled for 4 days later. Not really much time to prepare mentally, but you knew it was necessary with your big bear of a man in pain. Despite the painkillers prescribed, he was walking with a limp and groaning in bed for all the wrong reasons.

In the waiting room, you and his Ma kept busy during the 45 minute wait by looking through magazines, talking about how the Captain’s quality of life will improve, and what kind of minor jobs you’ll have him do around the house while he’s recovering as you continue to work.

“I hope the recovery isn’t as long as some people have said. I know for a fact he’ll not want to be cooped up all day. If he’s anything, he’s stubborn” you sigh, knowingly.

Ma smiles, looking at you pointedly, knowing that she is in the presence of the only other soul who knows what is best for her son. “He knows better now that his health is his wealth. He’s got a lot more riding on being well now. After all, it’s not just him he’s gotta be there for anymore.”

“Yeah, I mean I always tell him, he’s not 25 anymore. Or even 30. I’ll need you to back me up, he does anything you say. I’m his equal, you’re his Mom.”

You both laugh a little, hers warm and kind, while yours tinges with the remaining hopeful nerves of an army Captain’s wife. You don’t like not knowing about your Sy, especially since you spent all those years apart, not knowing if he was safe, or even alive. The waiting, in any capacity, is the hardest part.

You’re flipping through a random tabloid magazine, when the surgeon in charge walks through to the waiting room.

“Everything went really well with Captain Syverson. He’s coming to from the anaesthetic and asking for his Ma?”

Ma grins before sucking her teeth between her lips watching as your mouth drops. You both move from the waiting area to follow the surgeon towards where your husband is resting. You speak under your breath, only wanting Sy’s Ma to hear you; “I hope he still remembers how to grovel after this.”

Ma enters the room with you following her, arriving only a couple more corridors along from where you’d last seen him earlier that morning. He may not have asked for you but you were going to see Sy whether he wanted it or not. A grand push of the door allows it to swing open, and suddenly there he is. A little disoriented but has a large dopey smile plastered on his face as soon as he sees his Ma. His heavy head lolls to one side as he rests it on the plush hospital pillow.

“Hey Ma” he groans out as she bends over her large son to give his forehead a kiss, taking his hand in hers. He spends a moment just gazing at her for a while, the love he has for her evident on his face, as she tells him that everything went well, and that he can go home tomorrow.

It’s only after this tender mother and son moment, that he notices you.

“Ma.... why ya bringing a beautiful girl here when I’m like this...oh god I’m not wearing underwear Ma!”

His feeble attempt at trying to cover himself means that you actually end up seeing far more of him than you expected. Nothing you hadn’t seen before, but it definitely hasn't happened in front of his own mother before. The whole situation makes you blush and giggle a little as you try your best to avoid eye contact with Ma. You can only imagine the look on her face, and you don’t want to get any more involved with Sy’s naked form than you need to right now.

Rather than put you and your poor Sy through any further embarrassment, Ma speaks up.

“Oh darlin’, this is y/n. You remember her, right?”

And while he’s listening - or at least pretending to listen to his Ma fussing over him again - he’s just staring at you, gazing in awe as if you were the one to hang the stars in the sky.

“You are.... so pretty” he slurs, making you break out a genuine smile that he mirrors, glad that he was the one to make you look even more pretty.

“Well thanks handsome. How do you feel?” you perch on the edge of the bed and hold his hand. To him, the gesture feels warm and inviting - even if he doesn't know you, he recognises something about you in the comfort that you bring.

“Feel like shit. Oh fuck i said ‘shit’ in front of the lady” he whines again, scrunching his eyes closed as hangs his head in shame. It looks like he might even cry with the realisation that he’s made such a foolish impression of himself. It takes Ma shushing him and making him take a sip of juice from his bedside to calm down, dabbing his face with a cloth when his juice spills from his mouth.

“Oh Logan Daniel Syverson...what did they do to ya?” she lightly scolds as she helps clean up the mess he’s unknowingly created around him. That’s your Sy, a hurricane of mess that somehow fits into order just how he likes it.

You giggle a little more at his shameful expression, before he refocuses, giving you his undivided attention once more.

“How is it that ya know my Ma and we’ve never met? Or have we? ‘Cause I think i’d remember a face like yours”

“Well...” you start, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear to let him see your entire face, hoping it would jog his memory. As you do so, the ring on your fourth finger glints in the hospital light, and for the first time since you've entered the room, he’s noticed.

“Oh...man...knew a girl like you would be snatched up already. Whoever has the honour of being yours is a very lucky man.” He smiles softly, a wistful look in his eye, while makes you realise that you can’t wait for the drugs to leave his system, you have to remind him who you are and who he is, right this very moment.

“Sy honey... we’re married. You’re my husband, and I’m your wife. I think the drugs are making you more than a bit loopy.”

It’s his turn for his jaw to drop, his eyes are unblinking as he takes in what you’ve just said. He turns sharply - more than his doctor would have probably liked - to his Ma, and then back to you, and then his Ma again, waiting for one of you to burst out laughing at the prank you surely must be playing on him.

“Wha-? A wife? I have a wife?” you nod and he exhales a deep breath of air in amazement.

“YOU’RE my wife? Really?” you nod again and Ma smiles at you as she watches the scene of Logan meeting you all over again.

“Am I still in the army? I’m a Captain ya know”

“You left just a few months ago. You still work in the local camps, of course. You like it there, and you’re home every night and most weekends.”

“Does Ma like you?” You don’t even get a chance to finish as he turns to his mother “Do you like her? is she nice? Does she like your new kitchen? I built it y’know.”

You knew when you met, dated, and married him, that Sy was a Momma’s boy. He loves his mother so much, that her opinion will always mean the world to him.

Ma nods “You two are the sweetest couple. She’s the best addition to the family, gives you a run for your money alright. She’s my new favourite.” You get a soft hug from her as she says this, with her wrapping her arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. She’s always felt so grateful that her Logan found you, because my goodness did he love you ferociously, and he needed you in his life. You were the making of him, and the whole Syverson clan will forever be grateful to you for it.

"And where did we get married? If we really are married.” He continues his line of questioning.

“At the ranch, on your family’s land. it was such a special day. We had the reception there too. And we went to Italy for our honeymoon.”

Sy is basking in every word you say, praying it to be true, as if he could will it into existence if it hadn’t already happened, wanting badly to remember sunset kisses and italian food and beach days all spent with you. He perks up at the last thing you say, taken by complete surprise.

“Honeymoon?! Oh my god have we...ya know..?” A blush fades over Sy’s face, and even though you love his Ma, you really wish she wasn’t finding out so many details about your personal life today, like how your son rails you on the regular in many ways, and in many places. He must somehow remember or at least accurately imagine your past endeavours, as he grins like a little shit.

You smack his arm, lightly but with a firm hand.

“Be quiet, or the whole ward will know about our sex life” you threaten. “Yes we’ve had sex. i’d hope so given that we have a kid on the way.”

If Ma had had to deal with her son getting horny over his “new”wife, she was being fully compensated for it as she witnessed him fall head over heels in love with you, all over again.

“A kid?...Tell me ya not messing with me...are we really- I-” he swallows and his tears come even easier than before “We’re havin’ a baby?” With the sudden realisation, he turns to his Ma. “This beautiful woman right here’s havin’ my kid, Ma?” He looks between the two of you again, watching as you both nod and beam from ear to ear.

“You know you cried just as much when i told you for the first time too. i promise when the drugs are out your system it’ll all make sense again.”

Sy smiles, clutching your hand in his warm palm, almost scared to let go as the door is knocked and he feels you might be taken away. Instead, it’s a welcome visitor.

“Hey doc,” Sy greets the man who reenters the room, now freshly out of scrubs to visit his patient - who if anything is now simply love sick, no hernia to be found. “This is my wife, and she’s having a baby.” he looks back to you with a quirk of his eyebrow “My baby?” You roll your eyes and he confirms it; “my baby.”

“Oh, congratulations...again.”

The doctor’s evaluation and explanations don’t take long, and while Sy is being informed, you start rubbing your belly as a form of self-comfort. You will need to remind your child that while their father looks incredibly stern and impossibly large, he is silly and goofy and already loves them with his entire being. Over the course of the afternoon, Sy talks with you while the anaesthetic wears off. It turns out they had given him a pretty high dosage based on his height and muscle mass, so he would be out of action for a couple of hours at least.

“Oh, i have your ring” you pipe up before he starts getting too sleepy again, taking the thick gold band off of the necklace around your neck, placing it on his finger carefully.

“That feels better already” he sighs, as he begins to doze in and out of consciousness. Before he closes his eyes once more to rest peacefully, a small tear slides down his cheek, which you of course, notice. Sy has cried maybe 5 times in the time you’ve known him and three of those times have been in this very room.

“Honey what’s wrong? Are you in pain? i can call the doctor-”

“No i’m fine i’m fine i just-” he sniffs and tries to clear his throat from the sad, heavy pain he feels in his chest. “I’m gonna be real sad when I wake up from this dream. What if I can’t find you when I wake up?”

Oh your sweet, silly man.

“Bear it’s not a dream, I’ll be right here when you get up properly and we can go home and cuddle and I’ll heat up your favourite meal. I’ll be right there with you.”

“And the baby?” he asks, eyes wide. almost nervous to ask.

“Well they have to come too, they're with me. We can look at their pictures again so you can get reacquainted. And Aika will be so happy you’re back. We’ve been gone the whole day.”

“Aika!” your husband perks up, “Oh Aika, man....I love that dog..”

“I know you do bear, you just get some rest for now and then we can go home.”

Before you know it, he’s fallen back to sleep, his mouth wide open as he slumps against his pillow, completely out of it.

It’s dark outside when Sy opens his eyes again, watching as his Ma passes you a small herbal tea in the dimly lit hospital room. Technically visiting hours are over, but no one was going to argue with the Captain’s family. You smile, and he feels like he can finally relax, in your presence

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” he growls lowly, and you look up at him from your phone, beaming in surprise, glad that your husband had woken up feeling a bit more like himself.

“Oh hello again” you smile and squeeze his hand, his slow blinking already indicating a much clearer mind, and that he knows exactly who you are.

“Again? What’d I miss?”

“The drugs” he stops you mid-sentence for a sweet kiss, acting as though a minute more without your lips would be the source of his downfall. “Mmmh, the drugs made you so loopy, it was the sweetest thing, Sy.” You grin as he pulls you up beside him on the bed.

He raises his eyebrows, clearly with no recollection of any of the past events. Yet still, he smiles.

“Yeah? How’s baby?” he holds you close to his side, wrapping an arm around your waist so he can cover your tummy with his palm.

“They’re great. Glad to have daddy back and sane.”

You swear that as you say that, he starts tearing up again, this time however he doesn’t let them fall. He was openly weeping earlier, but you won’t tell him that. Not yet.

“Damnit. Must be something in these drugs they got me on.”

“Mm-hmm sure bear.”

You stay close that evening, both curled up on a hospital bed that is already quite a tight fit for your husband alone. But as always, he makes it work. You’re half on top of him, both of you fast asleep, when the nurses come to do their rounds. Ma had left just after he had woken up, sneaking off into the night to let the rest of the family know how her most middle son is keeping after the operation. You’d cuddled and doted on each other until you’d fallen asleep, Sy following not long after as he bid goodnight to you and your precious cargo with a soft kiss to your lips, and protective rub of your stomach.

He counts himself more than lucky to have something so good, that it would pain him to forget. He was living the life that he’d been too scared to ever dream of, and he couldn’t be more grateful.

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HEDACANON + NANAMI KENTO || friends to lovers

request: Headcannons for my husband Nanami and a fem childhood friends to lovers? They became friends as children because they were the only ones who could see the weird scary monsters that no one else could see, and he’s very protectice of her! Gojo used to flirt with her in highschool to tease Nanami and get him to finally confess （＾＿＾）☆

note: honey you mean OUR husband nanami - because i love him a lot as well TT and of course gojo will do that lol - he just wants nanami to get off his ass and ask you out before some random ass boy tries to steal you away. but i love this honestly, such a cute request for our husband TT

pronouns: she/her

note: very long because i love nanami and more people need to give him love

you and nanami met in the park one day, and it was because of a weird ability that only you two share that bonded the both of you together

nanami had always been able to see curses, but he hates telling people this; espeically the adults, who just think that he is making things up for attention and will lecture him for it

so he had learnt to ignore it for awhile now, pretending that he does not see that weird catfish like curse lurking in the pond that he stood next to as he fed the ducks

“h-hey - can i feed the ducks next to you?” a shy and sweet voice had called out, causing for him to look over to see you; dressed in a cute flowery dress and haired pulled back with a matching fabric headband. “i wanna feed the ducks too...but i don’t like the scary monster in the water...”

“...you can see it too?” nanami asked you in shock, having never met anyone who can see the things he does; even his parents were blissfully unaware of the weird creatures and monsters that lurk in almost every corner of the small town you live in

when you had shyly nodded your head in reply to his words, you had no idea that it was the start of your relationship that will last a lifetime

because you were from the same town, you two basically became the best of friends; going to the same preschool and middle school together, spending most of your free time playing with each other, and always seeking each other out even if you two have different friend groups

when he had developed his technique, he uses to exorcise a few of the low level curses that are in your town - of course he does to quietly and in the covers of shadows so no one will notice

he always make sure that there are no curses near you that can scare you, and if they try to attack you or are scaring you too much, he’d exorcise it - yet at the time he didn’t really know what he was doing

he had remember once when you had come crying into his room, clinging onto him since there were a few fly heads that were terrorising your room - you had no idea how they had managed to enter, but they were knocking things off your shelf and scaring the living daylights out of you

nanami had entered your room and somehow dealt with them, even staying the night by sleeping on the floor next to you on your futon; only to make space for you in the middle of the night so you two can curl up together when you were too anxious to fall asleep

with how small your town along the outskirts of Tokyo is, everyone there is tight-knit and very close with each other; with very strong family-centered and peaceful living values instilled in everyone from the moment they are born

everyone was pretty sure that one day you two are going to marry one another, with how you two come as a package deal as the years go by. even your families have pretty much accepted that fact and just act like they are in-laws a this point

when he was offered a space at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College for high school, he was hesitant - this will be the first time that he is going to be away from not only you but the town you lived in, and the first time either of you had been separated from one another ever

yet you were the one who encouraged him to go to school there, since he’d be wasting his potential if he doesn’t - you didn’t want to be the reason for him to stay back in your small town

so he had went, and now you two mostly spend time on your phone; calling and texting one another late into the night, even if you have classes the next day

there was once, during your long break, that you had decided to take a bullet train up to tokyo to spend the weekend with nanami and to explore the city that you’ve always wanted to visit

so he had waited for you by the train station, dressed in his simple Jujutsu High Uniform with his then wrapped sward resting in a weapons bag over your shoulders - smiling softly when he spotted you before catching you in his arms when you launched yourself into his embrace to give him a long awaited hug

soon you found yourself standing before the temple that hides the college within, looking around in awe as you latched onto his arm, walking beside him with the most entranced look on your face that had nanami watching you with the softest of smiles

it was there that you had met his small group of classmates - the bright and positive haibara who had stuck to your side to ask you a few more questions about his usually quiet classmate

the second years had just returned from classes, the three of them turning into the main hallway just in time to see you giggling up at nanami at a joke that haibara made; and gojo’s eyes nearly popped out of his head at the sight of his usually cold kouhai smiling back at you so freely

it took him a few seconds to realise that you were probably the reason why nanami spend so much time on his phone, to which he just grinned and rubbed his hands together; this action causing geto and shoko to just sigh tiredly

operation: getting nanami laid is a go

“kent-kun~ you never told me about your pretty little friend.” gojo called out as he skipped over to his junior, his grin widening at how nanami’s expression dropped as he gave his senpai the most unamused look on his face

yet you were just curious as you blinked up at the tall man, offering a warm smile as you untangled one arm from nanami’s and held it out for gojo to shake.

“my name is l/n y/n, and i am from kento’s hometown. it’s nice to meet you!” you had greeted him with a wide and warm smile, causing everyone in the hallway to just stare at you before it was wordlessly decided that they were going to protect you from all the curses of the world

saying that, gojo is still going to go ahead with his plan on making nanami confess to you

so the entire time you were there, he made sure to suck up to you, being extra nice to you and giving you a few flirtatious comments here and there - but you just brushed him off with a soft smile, not really interested at his advances at all

but pushing him aside lol - you loved meeting his seniors, who asked a little more about yourself and how you seem so casual with the idea of nanami being able to see Curses

it was then you admitted that you can see and sense Curses as well, but you had no Inherited Curse Technique, meaning that you were just the every day civilian with the exception of seeing Curses

they also took the chance to ask questions about their usually quiet kouhai as well, wanting to know more about his life back home in your town that he keeps so private

usually nanami will be against it, but since you were laughing and giggling at all the fond memories you two share, he decided to let it go for once - even if it’s all at his expense

the rest of the weekend was a blast - nanami brought you about tokyo to see all the tourist sights, visit a few places that he loves to shop at or drop by from time to time, letting you try all the different street snacks and famous restaurant to your hearts content

but it is when you’re in the college that he is the most annoyed with - not at you, no. but at gojo - who kept flirting with you and kept making jokes with you about random things

if that wasn’t bad enough, you had shared a few laughs with the older male, since a few of his jokes were genuinely funny - and that had nanami fuming

geto probably took pity on the dense boy before he started to nudge at him to confess his very obvious feelings he had for you, since it was obvious that the both of you are very much in love with one another

it was either he confesses, or more dumbasses like gojo might try to pull something like this on him and take you away from him

and even though he was sure that wouldn’t happen, the more he thought about it, the more he realised that geto might be right - and that there is a chance he is going to loose you to someone if he doesn’t act fast

and there is no way he is going to loose to that white-haired ferret - no wat in hell

when he had returned home for the semester break, meeting you up at the train station where you greeted him with a wide smile that you only reserve for him and pulling him into your warm and comforting embrace, he just sighs in relief and holds you close as well, taking a few moments to just appreciate you

throughout the semester, he had slowly build up the courage to confess his feelings to you - making a rough plan of how things are going to go before he went full on ham on the day he plans on confessing

and if we know something about nanami - it is that this man always stick to his plan

for most of your free days, the both of you are out on dates; visiting old favorites of yours, trying out the new restaurants and cafes that you’ve yet to visit, going to a few arcades, and even a few stores to just do some window shopping together

it went on like that for a few days before he suddenly asked if you wanted to go out to visit the nearby festival that your town is holding - which you agreed with a warm smile on your face before he promised to drop by your home

you had decided that since it was a festival, you’d put on one of your most favourite yukata pieces - a beautiful dark blue one made of silk, with cranes and clouds printed all over the fabric, a simple dark blue obi to tie it all off

nanami had decided to wear a simple grey kimono, since it just adds to the excitement of going to a festival - so when he saw you dressed for the occasion as well, he smiles and takes your hand in his, telling you how beautiful you looked

while you were still fangirling about the comment, nanami promised your father to bring you home before midnight, to which the older man just smiles and waves him off; knowing that he can trust nanami to keep his word and make sure you’re safe

when you two were there you had a blast - trying out all the different kinds of candies and treats, playing a few games, and visiting a few vendors that have set up shop at the tourist spots as well

nanami had even won you a cute seal plushie, one that you hugged to your chest in delight the entire time with the brightest smile on your face; nanami blushing and rubbing the back of his neck bashfully at how that look was directed right at him

he had confess that night when the both of you were just admiring the stars and the moon visible in your small town, asking if you had wanted to officially become his girlfriend

when you had agreed the biggest and most happiest smile on your face, launching yourself in his arms with an excited giggle while he smiles and hugs you around the waist, happy that you had agreed

to be honest there was not much of a change between your current relationship and the one you had before - the only difference is the more physical aspects of your relationship, and how open nanami is when it comes to showering you in affection

when gojo had found out that you two finally got together, he just grinned and clapped his hands in delight, happy that nanami finally got off his ass to admit his feelings for you

and as much as nanami hates that gojo will forever take credit for the both of you getting together, he isn’t wrong either. but there is no way in hell is he going to admit that to the older man

even when he was a salesperson or return to the jujutsu world after awhile, he is forever going to be the protective boyfriend that he is

an arm around your waist whenever you two are out together, sharp eyes glaring at anyone who stares at you a bit too long or is eyeing you up like you’re a piece of meat

doesn’t stop you from wearing things like short dresses or low riding tops if it makes you happy, but will make sure that you are safe whenever you go out together; tossing a jacket over you if you get cold, and keeping a hand on your thigh the entire time

even now he makes sure that you’re safe, texting you when he gets a mission so you aren’t in that part of town where he is going so you’re not hurt by the curses that are roaming that part of town

by the way, it didn’t take him that long to propose to you and ask if you wanted to get married to him, which you agreed to with the same enthusiasm that you had when he asked you to be his girlfriend all those years ago

and he’s never been more grateful that he gets to call you his

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anemo-writes · 4 years

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hello travelers! again, thank you for putting up with my inactivity, it’s been hard to write lately haha. anyways, i thought this would be something fun to post and for everyone to enjoy, whether you celebrate Valentine’s Day or not :) (note: this will probably be more fanon than canon so please bear with me, i’ll make it as canon as it can be :’) i also kept this pretty short, so hopefully that’s okay too,, and sorry for this being late haha—i wrote this very late at night so don’t mind any typos you find please)

much love,

~ anemo-chan <3

(The Playable) Genshin Impact Characters on Valentine’s Day (Romantically)

super romantic; gifts you a bouquet of flowers and takes you out to eat at a fancy restaurant/cooks for you.

Diluc

He is nervous. He’s never paid close attention to the countless amount of people who have lined outside the tavern to ask him to be their Valentine, only to be rejected. There was absolutely no way that he would turn to Kaeya for advice, so unfortunately this was something he would have to figure out for himself. He figures that it wouldn’t hurt to go traditional, so that’s what he does; he buys a large bouquet of roses (which he had to get from Donna, seeing that at the hours that he ended work were very late and Flora’s shop was not open at the time—yeah, that was not fun) and presents himself outside your doorway, to which he invites you to join him for a late dinner—which he makes!

Lisa

She leaves a letter on top of your nightstand, paired along with a singular rose. The letter states for you to meet her outside of Good Hunter, where you find her sitting at a table with a candle dimly-lighting up the surroundings. She greets you with a warm smile, gesturing for you to sit down—the two of you enjoy a candle-lit dinner as well as bolognese she specially requested for Sara to make for the two of you to enjoy together why does this remind me so much of Lady and the Tramp,,

Tartaglia

Oh boy. It’s always a fun time spending a holiday with him, seeing that it could go two ways; one, he would be too busy to celebrate it with you on the day of, and he would take you out the day after, or two—have a store’s entire line of merchandise presented to you outside your doorstep, in which a very, very smiley Tartaglia hidden within the pile (after all, he was the best present!) After you’re done moving all of the gifts into your house (it took up the space of your entire living room), he tells you to cover your eyes and follow him. He takes you to one of the most well-known restaurants in Liyue (which currently doesn’t have a name because it is very late here!), and insists that you order whatever you want, and however much you want.

Zhongli

Over the years, he’s witnessed many, many couples celebrate this holiday and every year he’s wished to do the same. He finds the perfect opportunity to do so when Valentine’s Day is around the corner, and boy does he plan it out for the two of you. He’s even made sure to have his wallet on him at all times—it would be extremely rude for you to have to pay if he happened to forget his wallet. He makes sure to stop by to pick up a bouquet of flowers, as well as a bottle of perfume (not in a bad way, just to clarify) from Ying’er’s shop that he recalled you liked. He makes sure to pick you up early from your work place to make sure you made it to your appointment on time; after all, being late to an appointment was similar to breaking a contract, no?

surprises you with homemade sweets.

Fischl

Oh, she is so nervous—of course, she doesn’t show this. The entire week, she spent researching recipes to create a special batch of chocolate-dipped strawberries just for you—she even sent Oz to the nearby farms to “borrow” the freshest strawberries for the treat (the farmers were too scared to confront the talking bird who “borrowed” their strawberries, so luckily they got away with it). She dips them in a purple-colored chocolate (because what other color would she use, really?) and drizzles on a dark-chocolate syrup to top it off. She’s too shy to actually give it to you herself though, so she has Oz drop it off for her.

Ganyu

Even though she’s quite busy, she’s somehow found time to whip up a special batch of chocolate just for you! She shapes them into Glaze Lilies (which she found quite hard, which is why there are so few of them) and presents them to you in a neatly-sealed box. She’s quite modest when your eyes widen and tell her it’s the best chocolate you have ever eaten, claiming that she only followed a recipe, when she really made it from scratch.

Keqing

Like Ganyu, you have no idea how she finds time to create a perfect array of chocolates, which she made herself! However, with her tightly-packed schedule, she has to drop it off at your house in advance, to which you accept happily. She tried to decorate them with designs of cartoon-versions of your faces, but they’re a bit...messy. Nonetheless, they’re tasty, and to her relief, you enjoy them.

Mona

Somehow, she’s managed to scrape up enough mora to buy you a necklace; yes, a necklace, and a real one at that—none of that fake, costume jewelry stuff! She even added a pendant shaped like star, just so you could be reminded of her whenever you fiddled with it or even glanced at it. She’s quite flustered when she gives it to you, ignoring the way you ask how she managed to save this much mora to be able to buy something like this, changing the subject on how you should never-ever take it off (because it looks great on you.)

Noelle

One word: pancakes. (Have you seen the ones she makes for her special dishes? They’re frigging amazing) As a dutiful maid should, she wakes up especially early to prepare a homemade breakfast just for you, to which she serves to you just as your wake up in bed. The fluffy stack of pancakes are decorated with fruits cut up in heart-shapes, as well the words, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N”, written neatly with chocolate syrup—it’s quite a sight to see, to be honest, and utterly delicious. Lucky you!

Xiangling

The day before, she tells you to meet her at the restaurant around noon. When you arrive, the restaurant is adorned with Valentine decorations, as well as a terrifying amount of food; she insists that she only made it for you, so you better eat up! Before she can show you the other dishes, the restaurant is suddenly filled with a strong, bitter smell—something burning. With a yelp, she runs into the kitchen, coming out a few minutes later with a tray of half-scorched cupcakes, their Gouba-shapes adorned with...a lot of burn marks. Oh well, it’s the thought that counts, doesn’t it?

buys/makes a present for you.

Albedo

Without your knowledge, Albedo has been creating a collection of artworks throughout all the time you had spent together. The pieces include portraits of you, portraits of you and him (sucrose helped with this), as well as just random sketches of the little things that remind him of you, such as the bare, snowy-white terrain where the two of you first met, as well as its flora and fauna. If you request it, he’ll even make the painting come alive (literally), and the two of you run to Sucrose’s dwelling, who is very shocked to see the pair of you running from a Frosted Lawachurl when she peered out her window to see if she could pinpoint the sounds of distant screaming.

Amber

Is there anything better than a matching set of wind gliders? Not only that—they were homemade! She spent the last couple of weeks putting together a pair of gliders for the two of you, customizing them to your tastes (which she nailed!) She quite literally drags you to the nearest hill to test them out, and the two of you end up challenging each other on who can get back to the Knights of Farvonius Headquarters the fastest—spoiler alert: she did.

Barbara

Oh, she would make the cutest card for you—the envelope is decorated with cute stickers (some of them even had her face on it; there’s nothing like promoting merchandise, am i right? jkjks) She also pairs it off with a box of chocolates that she bought from Sara—however, what she didn’t know was that in the box was a special-edition spicy chocolate truffle. With your luck, that was the first one you chose—and boy, were you met a surprise (it was so bad that you were begging Barbara to use her Vision on you, which she refused of course). Fun times.

Chongyun

He’s real sweet. After his expeditions and commissions, he opens the freezer (yes he keeps them in there, don’t judge him) to an array of ice sculptures, shapes varying from flowers, hearts, and such—although it’s quite the simple gift, he’s put a lot of effort into them, even putting in the extra effort to cast a spell to make sure they would not melt; it’s all worth though, when he sees the absolutely giddy expression on your face, and the look of pure awe as you pick one up and study it closely, admiring all of the details and work that’s he put in.

Ningguang

She sends out informants to find out what you like, whether it be something that your gaze settled on for too long or something you’ve mentioned while talking to her—on the day of, you open your door to a mountain of gifts, with Ningguang herself peering out from behind it with a calm smile and a wave (which was the opposite of your reaction, because who has that much mora to purchase all of these gifts?!?)

Razor

He doesn’t have a clue on what the holiday until Lisa asks him if he’s planned something for the two of you during one of his lessons. When he shakes his head no, Lisa suggests that he make you something, to which he sets out on an adventure to do, looking for flowers and flower stems to weave into a pair of matching bracelets—they’re not the prettiest, but he is pretty proud of it; after all, it was his first time making something like that. He’s quite nervous to present it to you, afraid that you might not like it, but all feelings of worry melt away when you slide it on with a huge smile on your face, insisting that he wears his too.

Sucrose

At first, she considers gifting you a present that she created herself; of course, with her work being alchemy, she isn’t sure if that would be the safest option, despite being talented herself. And so, she resorts to buying a present for you—she is very picky with the present though, insisting that it should be perfect since she could not make one herself. She even consults Albedo when selecting some of the presents (he doesn’t help her unfortunately; he believes that she should figure it out herself haha). Like Razor, she’s quite nervous to give it to you, but lets out a huge sigh of relief as you thank her happily for the gift, wiping a bead of sweat from across her forehead (sucrose bby anything you give us would be perfect,,)

whisks you away somewhere sentimental, where the two of you can enjoy a special date.

Beidou

It’s ungodly early in the morning when Beidou presents herself in front of your doorstep, announcing that you’ll be joining her and the crew on a special ride. She tugs you along beside her until you reach the harbor, where you are met with the sight of her ship adorned with streamers and banners, varying between shades of pink and red. Onboard, there is a table filled with goodies the crew collected and made, and boy do they look delicious. The group sets out to sea, and you take your place next to the captain, who even lets you steer the boat (momentarily, at least.)

Bennett

He takes you to meet his dads; yes, yes—he knows that it’s not the most romantic thing to do on a day dedicated to lovers, but he figures it’s just as important. Besides, they’ve been asking about you for quite a while—they even set up a small party within the Adventurer’s Guild, with the help of Bennett, of course. You spend the day listening to their old adventuring stories, as well as bits from Bennett’s childhood (poor boy is flustered from all the information his dads are spilling, but he’s still happy either way; after all, he’s with the most important people to him.)

Kaeya

He quite literally kidnaps you; one second you’re walking in the streets of Mondstadt on your way to work when suddenly someone grabs you by the waist and pulls you into an alley way (that sounds so creepy but i swear he means it in a good way). He only chuckles and shields himself with his arms as you punch him lightly, retorting that he scared you. He doesn’t care that the two of you have an overwhelming amount of work to do—after all, Valentine’s Day only comes once a year, right? Surprisingly, he doesn’t take you the tavern, but instead...Dawn Winery! Diluc received quite the surprise when he is met with the two of you standing outside his gates, with Kaeya requesting a wine/grape juice taste-testing. Yeah...you guys didn’t get any of that, but you did manage to snag a couple of grapes on your way out! Good for you!

Venti

You wake up in your bed, opening your eyes to see a very-smiley Venti laying beside you, chin propped up against his hand as he watches you yawn sleepily as you force yourself out of bed. You’re then presented with a handpicked-bouquet of Ceceilias, the freshest of the bunch, if he may add. You barely have time to thank him before he hoists you up in his arms and out of your dwelling, gliding over the city of Mondstadt as he whisks you away to Starsnatch Cliff, where he’s prepared a special performance just for you (and no, you don’t need to pay.)

Xingqiu

While he’s not the most romantic, he does have a clue on what people look for on Valentine’s Day; after all, that’s what cheesy-romance novels were for, right? Unbeknownst to you, he takes you on a date very similar to the one the main characters in his favorite novels partook in—and you don’t find out until you catch him peeking into the pages while you weren’t (you were) looking. Again, it’s the thought that counts—

doesn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day.

Jean

Sadly, she probably forgets about the holiday. She’s too busy holed-up in her office to notice the couples gathered up in the courtyard, sharing moments with their lover. It’s not until she walks out to take a breather that she notices the commotion—she immediately calls you over, apologizing frantically. Of course, to this you respond that’s it’s okay, but that you would much rather her take the rest of the day off to spend time together, to which she reluctantly agrees.

Xiao

“I do not have time to celebrate silly human traditions like that.” He would say as you bound up to him, exclaiming that it’s Valentine’s Day, the day where you can give sweets to your loved ones, and asking if he had someone special in mind to spend it with. He’s irked when your gaze falters and the grip on the object you’re hiding behind your back tightens—he only grows more irked as you mutter to yourself how you’ll give the chocolates you made to someone else. He scoffs loudly, avoiding your gaze as he lays out his hand in front of you to accept the chocolates (just because he doesn’t celebrate the holiday doesn’t mean he can’t get jealous!)

#anemo-writes #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines #THE WAY THIS IS A DAY LATE #can you tell that i’ve never written for zhongli before :’)#bennett’s is my favorite i almost cried while writing it because it was so wholesome #diluc x reader #Childe x reader #zhongli x reader #chongyun x reader #razor x reader

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1kook · 4 years

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this is part of my netflix & chill series!

SUMMARY “I think that, like— me and you? We’re like, totally destined,” you ramble, “you should, like, take my number! And maybe we can, like— Netflix and chill one of these days?” WARNING angst with implied smut at the end!!, flashbacks, low self esteem, alcohol consumption, jk is (implied) a virgin in this, there’s a lil fondling by oc u know the usual MISC they r soulmates <3, our queen doyeon returns, i tried to use symbolism👁 in the dialogue so yes everything drunk oc says has a meaning hehe RATING m bc alcohol WC 2.2k

NOTES i said once a long time ago that n&c couple were prolly at the same party once but didn't realize so hERE WE GO ! its not proofread bc um. yeah<3

Homecoming week.

Jungkook doesn’t even think his university’s football team is good, but he had read somewhere that part of the college experience is obnoxiously supporting this team all four years. And well. Jungkook wants to fit in. Frankly, Jungkook feels a little dumb having accepted this invitation from Kim Taehyung from his first-year writing class. He’s only known the man a solid four weeks, probably won’t know him this well once Taehyung finds real friends, ones who suit his outgoing personality, and decides Jungkook is too boring, but Jungkook will make the best of it while he can because, again, he wants to fit in. Badly. It’ll be different this time, he had told himself while getting ready. You won’t be awkward anymore. You’ll make friends.

And then it’s nearing midnight and Jungkook has spoken to a whopping two people at this party of over a hundred. Not including Taehyung, it’s down to one. Even that had only been to ask where the bathroom was. He feels severely out of place, like he’s both too large and too small to be in this area, to be at this party, so he shuffles into the kitchen when he hears them call for another match of beer pong. He’s actually pretty good at the game, has refined his skills at get togethers with his older cousins. But it’s not like anyone here wants to be Jungkook’s partner anyway. Or even knows who he is for that matter.

Taehyung had bumped into him a little past ten, had had two girls clinging to his sides when he had greeted Jungkook. One of them had almost looked tempted, Jungkook wanted to believe, brushing her hand against his arm. But he didn’t act quick enough— what would he even have done? what did he even want? —and Taehyung disappeared with both girls soon after, leaving Jungkook by himself once more.

The kitchen is empty, the drinks long since having migrated to the living area of this huge frat. With a defeated sigh, Jungkook sinks back against one of the counters, setting his lukewarm cup of beer down beside him. He’s buzzed, drank in a feeble attempt to ‘lose himself’ as all the movies claimed. But now all he can feel is a pounding headache threatening to consume him. He doesn’t even like drinking— why did he drink this much?

He should go home.

Events like this, parties like this— they weren’t meant for someone like Jungkook. He was too quiet, too shy to let loose like everyone else. He doesn’t do well in social situations, or at least not as well as his therapist had told him he would. He hesitates too much, never speaks when he needs to. Haerim from his freshman basics class had even said so. “You’re quiet, huh,” she had smiled, and when her notebook had touched his elbow, he flinched. She didn’t take it to heart. Just like Taehyung wouldn’t if he left right now. They know how he is. He doesn’t belong here. These types of parties were made for outgoing people, people who lived on the edge, people who weren’t trapped in their own thoughts all the time, people like—

Like the girl who stumbles through the doorway now. “Woooo,” she slurs, and then promptly faceplants into the dirty tile of the kitchen, the same tile littered with sticky footprints and random debris. He can’t even imagine what else is on the floor of a frat house mid-party. Jungkook flinches at the sound of her knee hitting the ground, before rushing over to help her up.

She’s a giggling mess, eyes half shut by the time Jungkook gets her into a seated position. “Are you okay?” he flounders, hand on her shoulder when she wobbles again, nearly falls back down.

“Just peachy,” she sings, flashing him a sloppy thumbs up. Her neck isn’t doing a particularly good job of holding her head up and when Jungkook places a hand on the back of her head, she leans into it, blissful smile on her face. She’s really pretty, it makes Jungkook’s cheeks burn when she aims it at him next. “Pucca loves Garu,” she lets him know, eyes finally fluttering open. “He’s a pretty boy.”

Jungkook blinks. He has no idea what you’re talking about. “Huh?” he stutters, glancing back at the bar stool by the counter instead. It’s probably infinitely times better than the sticky tile beneath your bare legs. “I’m gonna stand you up,” he tells you, taking your loud cackle as a sign that you’re okay with it. Jungkook’s been working out all summer, so you’re not heavy in the slightest, arms thrown around his shoulders while he slips his own around your back. Your proximity leaves him drowning in your scent.

The giggles don’t subside when he sits you down, not even when he begins opening random cabinets in search of a glass to get you some water. He’s had his fair share of experiences looking after drunk people, so he has a pretty good idea of what to do now. However, your sudden bout of commentary certainly doesn’t make it easier. “Isn’t it, like, super cool how the sun and the moon are, like—“ a hiccup, Jungkook settles on tap water “tooootally different beings, but, like— they, like, both maintain the earth?” Your hand reaches for his forearm when he returns, gives him this little squeeze in your excitement. “Like— Like they both have to, like— work together? To keep it perfect, y’know?”

Jungkook pushes the water into your hands. You’ve got this sparkly sheen to your eyes, the one that most people get after one too many drinks, but it’s accompanied by this childlike wonder that leaves Jungkook breathless when you meet his gaze. “Yeah,” he says quietly. You beam. It’s blinding. So blinding that Jungkook promptly looks away, nudging the cup in your hands. “You need to drink this.”

You frown. “Boooo, so boring,” you huff. It’s nothing Jungkook hasn’t heard before, but it is a little disheartening to hear it from a stranger. He stamps the feeling down, pursing his lips as he gives up on letting you drink yourself. The cup is swiped from your hand and Jungkook tasks himself with making you drink it instead. And of course, like all wasted young adults, you put up a fight. “Ew, what is that?” you spit.

Jungkook sighs. “Water.”

At his defeated tone, the exaggerated grimace slips off your face, replaced with a rather solemn expression instead. Jungkook tries to take advantage of it and pushes the cup against your lip again, but all he really accomplishes is sloshing it down the front of your dress. You don’t yelp, but he does. “I’m so sorry,” he panics, sliding the sleeve of his shirt down around his thumb to wipe your chin.

You let him, head tilted curiously to the side. Jungkook tries to ignore your analytical gaze until: “you’re cute,” you announce, and abruptly send him into shock.

He recoils, face a blazing mess. “I’m—“ he chokes, swallowing when you wipe your hand down your own chest, leave a glistening layer of water over your sternum and down between your breasts.

“Cute,” you repeat, downing the glass he had been trying to coax into you like it’s nothing now. With it gone, you don’t waste any time, throwing your hands around his shoulders, fingers brushing through the hair at the base of his neck. You pull him close, so close in fact, that he ends up having to hold the back of your chair to keep from accidentally crushing you with his weight. “Your name, pretty boy?”

He can’t think. You’re so drunk and smell so good and are just so pretty— his brain short circuits. “Um I’m, uh, Jeon J—“

“Jeon,” you repeat, silly smile back on your face. You’re not technically wrong, so he nods along with a blush high on his cheeks. “Well, Jeon,” you purr, but you’re still so drunk, eyelids fluttering in a rather funny way. “I think that, like— me and you? We’re like, totally destined,” you ramble, “you should, like, take my number! And maybe we can, like— Netflix and chill one of these days?”

Jungkook doesn’t even know what that means, and honestly, he doesn’t really hear you over the thundering of his own heart and the bass in the other room. “Um, but you’re really…” he stammers, leaning back but a finger loops around one of his curls and he gasps when you pull at it. “You’re drunk,” he rushes out, lower lip trembling when your nose knocks against his.

A soft hum, the sound sending electricity down his spine when you cup his cheek. “But don’t you think I’m pretty?” you murmur, eyes flickering to his mouth.

“Yes,“ he chokes out, “you’re a very, very pretty girl. But I really shouldn’t—“

“Hey,” you shush, tilting his head just the slightest. Jungkook has never had a girl touch him like this, has never even touched a girl before either, but, well. He really wants to kiss you. And that’s saying a lot considering Jungkook has never kissed anyone before.

Despite how good it feels, he knows you’re still really drunk. It’s with a decisive huff that he pushes away, hands on your waist to keep you from touching up on him any further. You’re not that strong anyway. And then he’s met with the biggest pout he’s ever seen, an absolutely distraught look on your face.

Something in him says you’ll cry if he doesn’t explain himself soon, so he launches into it right away. “You’re very pretty,” he says, almost laughing at the way your entire face lights up immediately. “But you’re very drunk.” You huff. “You deserve to be treated like a queen.” Mostly regurgitating something he heard in a motivational video.

It works. Eventually, you stop being fussy in his arms and settle with a frown. “You’re too nice,” you grumble, forehead on the countertop. He doesn’t see how it’s much better than the floor but he lets you be. “You got a girlfriend, don’t you?”

At that, Jungkook laughs. “No,” he reassures you, hesitates, and then gently pats your back. Jungkook actually feels you melt under his touch. That sultry look is gone, replaced with this rather tranquil look that he doesn’t quite understand.

“That was pretty,” you murmur, but Jungkook doesn’t quite hear.

“What was that?” he asks.

“I said your smile was pre—“

“There you are!” someone hollers from the kitchen doorway, the shrill tone of their voice making both you and Jungkook jump. When he turns around, he’s met with the sight of a rather tall girl angrily stomping your way, eyes a blazing fire, fists clenched by her side. Jungkook realizes only a second too late that she’s looking at him. “Get off of her, you sweaty city-owned dumpster,” she hisses, using the strength of three football players to push Jungkook away. “You make me sick—“

“Doyeonie,” you beam, launching yourself into the angry girl’s arms. Ah. The Help had arrived.

Said angry girl (Doyeonie?) is still using every mash-up of words possible to degrade Jungkook as she hauls you into her arms, shooting daggers every step of the way. “I can’t believe you would try to take advantage of a poor girl when she’s this drunk,” she spits.

“What?” Jungkook coughs, cheeks warm. “I wasn’t—“

“Tell it to Campus Safety when I report you, you wannabe, dollar store Rain.” Jungkook clutches his chest at the acidity of her tongue, surprised anyone could be so mean.

All things considered, this was actually good. Someone who knew you had come to take you to safety, meaning Jungkook didn’t have to look after you anymore. When this Doyeonie turns around, he’s met with your smiley face smushed against her shoulder.

(It’s weird. He’s a little sad to see you go.)

“Bye, Jeon,” you giggle, hand brushing down his arm, squeezing his hand, before you’re abruptly yanked away. Jungkook manages one weak wave, cheeks lit ablaze once more when you send him a silly air kiss from the doorway, urging him to catch it. He does, and he feels really silly when he puts it in his pocket, but he can hear your laughter for a second more before he loses you.

The last few minutes being so hectic, he decides to go home. Parties weren’t really his thing. Jungkook doesn’t think he’ll ever go to one again.

Until a few years later.

“You’re, like, really pretty,” you slur, lips against his throat. Another invitation, this time, Taehyung’s birthday. His friend had practically begged him to come, knowing how Jungkook was. In the end, it had been you who had accepted on his behalf.

“Baby, not here,” he laughs, hand on your shoulder when you try to shove your hand down his pants for the third time that night.

Taehyung had been ecstatic to see Jungkook here. And then had quickly become annoyed when he caught the two of you making out in his storage closet an hour later. “Bro, don’t be that couple at parties,” he had groaned, locking the door behind him.

Jungkook had laughed. “I wouldn’t know what ‘that couple’ is at parties,” he reminded him.

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Well, I’m sure your girlfriend can fill you in.”

Apparently not. You’ve been trying to kiss him for the past three minutes but keep missing because you’re so drunk. “Just one,” you beg, so pretty but so drunk. The fake lashes you’d worn today make you look like a doll, batting them his way until he’s giving in, slotting his lips against yours. You’re probably going to throw up in his bathroom when you get home, so he should make the best of your kisses now. Jungkook pushes that thought aside as he reaches a hand out to wipe at the sweat accumulating on your chest. There’s something weird about the gesture, like he’s done it before at another party. But that doesn’t make sense; he couldn't have— this is his first party with you.

“We should, like, leave,” you whisper against his ear, fingers burying themselves in his hair; when you pull on a strand, he nearly moans. “Go home. Maybe netflix and—“ a hiccup that makes him smile “—chill?”

Jungkook kisses your temple. “Sounds good to me, pretty girl.”

#bangtanhq #networkbangtan #jungkook fic #jeon jungkook fic #jungkook smut #jjk fic #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #bts fic #mine

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cherriesfineline · 3 years

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savior next door

im on a writing trance so expect a lot of writings from me hehe, here's what i wrote last night, enjoy besties.

- fluff & a tiny little bit of smut (not really lol) | not proofread, sorry

Pairing: HarryxY/N

WC: 3.8k

the one where Harry is Y/N's shy and virgin neighbor.

The constant feeling of uneasiness has been haunting Harry ever since he almost got himself in a car accident almost a year ago.

It hadn’t been his fault – he was crossing a random street in a quiet area of New York when a hand grabbed his upper arm and pushed him out of the crosswalk, where a car speeded through without even slowing down. “Watch where you’re going, you’re going to get yourself killed.” The woman who’d saved his life scolded at him with a worrying look on her face. He remembers her eyes were glowing in such a splendor, something he’d never seen before – it intrigued him to know who his life savior was, but before he could even make a comment, the woman stormed off and got lost between the seas of people around the corner, leaving Harry in an unsuccessful search for her.

Harry has never been a people person. He always avoids big crowds, social events and especially, study groups. His university journey so far has been a lonely and reserved one, having movie marathons when not studying or discovering new kinds of herbal teas. His only form of social interaction is the occasional chat with his across-the-hall neighbor Niall, whom he considered -kind of- a close friend; his only one, in fact.

“Heard someone’s moving in to the flat next to yours.” Niall knows Harry isn’t exactly a social butterfly, and maybe it’s the fact that Harry is younger than him and how he seems like such a harmless human what makes him feel like he needs to help him. Harry just shrugs at his comment, not really interested in any possible intruder to their peaceful hallway (where both their apartments and the currently empty one in the corner were the only three ones on their floor). And maybe it was the fact that it has been almost a month since Niall’s comment what made him furious when he saw the cardboard boxes on their hallway, forgetting about the possibility of having a new neighbor.

The sudden sound of glass crashing and a loud yell snaps Harry out of his frustrated trance, stepping around the huge boxes scattered around the door next to his to knock on the doorway of the open door. Even if he really isn’t very fond of having a new neighbor that doesn’t mean he’s not going to check on them to see if they’ve gotten hurt. “Is everything alright?” He still can’t see whoever is inside, but he decides on waiting if no one replies to step inside. But he doesn’t need to, because as he was about to make his way inside, a head pops up from one side of the entry hallway, assuming that’s where the kitchen is, as he notices the apartment is a replica of his own, but inverted.

“Hey, sorry, just dropped my favorite cup.” His breath gets caught on his throat when her life savior’s face appears in sight, the cutest frown adorning her features and her sweet voice resonating through his brain. Her eyes, exactly like he remembers shine with an unbeatable glow, like a thousand diamonds under a microscope, but the image he had of her on his brain doesn’t make her justice – she is even more beautiful than he remembers. “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you. You live in this floor?” Harry can’t help but be disappointed at the fact that apparently she doesn’t remember him.

“Y-yes, next door. H-harry.” He stutters. Her presence just makes him so nervous, he can’t help it. She is probably one of, if not the, most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. Her eyes are hypnotizing, the softness of them which appears to be constant warms his insides and he thinks he could spend hours upon hours staring right at them.

“Do I know you? I feel like I know you.” Y/N’s thinks out loud, her expression alluding to her thoughts trying to place him somewhere in her memories.

“Uh, I- I don’t think so?” Harry feels embarrassed, so he couldn’t come up with a better answer. He is silently hoping she doesn’t remember the time they met all that time ago – this is his chance, he thinks, to redeem himself, for her to see him as a normal dude instead of this clumsy and shy boy who couldn’t even thank her when she saved him from being ran over by a car.

He wishes he could read her mind. What’s her first impression on him? Does she think he’s cute? She probably doesn’t. He thinks she’s too pretty to even spare a second glance at someone like him; a shy boy with bad posture and still breaking out in his forehead despite being 22. And she, Y/N, a woman who could make anyone her own, a woman who probably makes every head turn her way when entering a room. Harry feels his chest deflate as his thoughts start beating him up.

During the course of her first two months living next door, Y/N and Harry barely interact. He keeps stealing glances her way whenever they run into each other in the hallway, getting shy and cheeks reddening when she catches him every time. He gets jealous whenever he hears her walking down the hallway from inside his apartment, obvious guests coming in and out of her apartment – and if the person (because he recalls hearing both men and women) is good enough, he can even hear her sometimes through the thin wall that divides their bedrooms, her headboard clearly mirroring his. He feels dirty and intrusive during nights like these, so he opts on putting headphones on, music playing in his phone to help him drift off to sleep.

But Y/N is fascinated by him, maybe not as much as he is with her, but enough to wonder how it’d be like to reallyhave him in her life. She knows he’s a very reserved man, her animated chats with Niall more usual than not drift towards Harry and how she wishes he’d just keep looking at her when she catches his eye instead of running away – not because her ego is enormous or anything, but she is aware of the obvious crush Harry has on her. “He’s not going to start conversation, you should just go for it.” She remembers Niall told her one night after having a small chat in his threshold; because all Niall wants is for Harry to put himself out there, but he knows he needs a little extra push.

But it all changes one night. A night Y/N drinks more than usual – shot after shot going down her throat making her feel nothing but dizzy, the sensation of puke going up her throat forcing her to call it a night. Barely making it out of the elevator she stumbles on her way to her door, and Harry hears her. The sound her combat books make is so engraved in Harry’s brain he knows it’s her after just a couple of steps.

“Fuck.” Harry hears the unmistakable sound of her keys, and how she’s clearly struggling to fit them inside the lock. After a loud banging sound and what sounds like her sliding down the door, he starts worrying about her and how she’s probably not going to make it inside her apartment without a little help. So he steps outside after sliding his old white vans on to find her on the floor leaning against her door, legs bent and elbows resting on either knee supporting her head.

“Y/N?” He calls her in a whisper. She shoots her head up immediately making her insides turn, and with unfocused eyes, she looks up at him and smiles fondly.

“Hey, pretty boy.” She greets him with a soft smile, eyes closing and opening again slowly and Harry feels his stomach erupt in a thousand butterflies. Did she just call him pretty boy?

“You need help?”

“Please.” Harry’s red cheeks don’t go unnoticed by her the moment she lifts her hand to give him her keys and she honestly thinks he might explode. He helps her get up and guides her inside her home with such gentle movements she could melt in his hold, and that’s when she decides (drunk out of her mind) she wants him to hold her again, soon. And while sober.

He lays her down in her bed and announces he’s going to take her shoes off, giving her enough time to object. “I always catch you staring, you know?” Her thoughts slip off her lips unannounced, but she doesn’t really care. Harry, on the other hand, freezes in his spot, one of her shoes still in hand and with wide eyes he connects their gazes for the second time that night.

“I- I… I’m sorry- I don’t mean to be c-creepy or anything I j-just-“

“Shh.” She cuts him off, his stuttering making its first appearance of the night. “Didn’t say I don’t like it.” She confesses and wiggles her feet so he can resume his actions. Harry’s brain is betraying him more than usual right now. His thoughts are everywhere, not a single coherent answer coming to mind, so he doesn’t do anything but finish helping her out of her shoes in silence.

“Goodn-night, Y/N.” Harry left her apartment that night after carefully placing a soft blanket over her body and making sure she had a glass of water on her nightstand (he didn’t want to snoop around her apartment for some pills for her hangover, so he just left her with the duty of doing that herself in the morning) and laid in bed with so many thoughts running through his head he barely got an hour of sleep that night.

And that went on for a week. Knowing she was sleeping on the other side of the wall makes him more nervous than before now that he knows Y/N is aware of his constant staring – but who would blame him? She really is a sight for sore eyes. Y/N knocks on his door the following Saturday, and he opens it surprised to find her on the other side, mainly because she’s usually out with her friends by now every Saturday (not that he’s constantly waiting to hear her walk on their hallway, but he truly is always sitting on his living room and the thin walls of their apartment complex don’t provide them much privacy).

“Harry, hi.” She offers him the sweetest smile, but there’s a shy and nervous undertone to it this time. “I just wanted to thank you, for helping me the other night.” She clasps her hands together in front of her and nods with a tight lipped smile. “But I also want to apologize, I know I probably made you uncomfortable with uh, some comments I made.” She slightly scrunches her nose, waiting for his reply.

But Harry is, in simple words, speechless. He can’t believe there’s a sober Y/N who just knocked on his door willingly talking to him. Her voice sounds so melodic and Harry just wants to cuddle her and the giant, soft looking green sweater she’s wearing isn’t helping him ease his thoughts. He wants Y/N to hold him while she talks to him with that sweet voice of hers, he wants to hold her small hands and fill her cheeks and mouth with kisses along with every inch of her body -not that she’d ever let him, Harry thought, but a boy can dream-, but most importantly, he wants to learn every single detail about her. How she likes her coffee in the mornings, or if she prefers tea. In which position she sleeps the most comfortable in and if there’s any TV shows she re-watches just because it brings her comfort. He has so many questions he wants to ask her he completely forgets they’d been standing in his threshold for long minutes, with him just staring at her.

“It’s ok, don’t worry.” He says barely above a whisper, and they stay in their positions for a while, again with no words spoken between them, until he finally gains enough courage to ask, “Do you want to come in?” He opens his door a bit wider with a wary look on his face. Y/N nods, her smile widens and makes her eyes sparkle with that glow Harry is still fascinated by.

They sit in the couch with a long distance between them; farther away from the other than any of them like. Y/N does most of the talking, but she truly doesn’t mind – she talks animatedly about this new show Bridgerton she binge watched last night, Harry making mental notes about most things she says. He wants to remember everything, from the way her voice slightly sharpens when she mentions something she suddenly remembers to the way she moves her hands to accompany her speech; he already loves how expressive she is with her face features, and only confirms how he’d listen to her speak for the rest of his life.

Y/N manages to get more words out of him than she expected, and asks for his opinion or thoughts on most things she mentions. She hates making conversation purely about herself, she wants to know about Harry as much as she can. She wishes he would initiate conversation or switch topics with no shame, but she knows she’s asking for too much. This night alone they interacted more than the last three months combined, and Y/N is grateful for it.

Three chapters of FRIENDS had passed when she finds herself scooting a bit closer to him, carefully trying to read his body language. When he stiffens in his position, she turns her head to look at him. His cheeks are tinted a cute shade of pink, and he’s blinking a lot more than he usually does. He places both hands on his thighs and runs them up and down to get rid of the sweat accumulating on them, and he can’t help but gasp when their thighs touch, meaning she scooted even closer. As if that isn’t enough to kill him, she softly rests her head on his shoulder.

“Is this ok?” Y/N whispers, and he forces himself to turn his head to find her eyes, which are already looking up at him. He slowly nods and makes the dumb mistake of looking down at her lips. He feels the hot embarrassment run up his neck and quickly turns to face his TV again, planning on pretending nothing ever happened.

That is, until he feels the soft skin of her palm and gentle fingers grab his jaw, forcing his gaze back on her. That touch alone makes him feel more than any other human has made him feel in his entire life – but it doesn’t compare to the eruption of jitteriness washing through him when her eyes look down at his lips.

“Can I kiss you?” Harry freezes in his spot. He wonders if he heard her correctly, not believing his senses when around her, the possibility of her wanting to kiss him are too low, he thinks, and when he doesn’t respond, she slowly begins to remove her hand from his face, taking a guess on his unspoken rejection. He, for once, reacts quickly enough; he grabs her by her wrist, placing her hand back again in its spot on his jaw, and works enough courage to just go for it. Harry lowers his face to gently envelope her top lip between his own. It’s quick but sweet (just like she had expected their first kiss to be, if she’d ever got lucky enough to experience it) and when he moves away just enough to separate her lips, she wastes no time in connecting them again. This time, the kiss is longer and with more determination than before, and when Harry feels Y/N melt into him, he gains enough confidence to grab her face with both of his hands, deepening the kiss.

They stay enveloped in each other for a while, mouths molding and moving in sync with so many unspoken emotions it feels overwhelming for both – they barely know each other, they’re very aware of it, but the undeniable infatuation they both feel is stronger than they’d ever admit. Y/N feels on her face the long exhale that leaves through Harry’s nose when she softly traces his bottom lip with the tip of her tongue, and when he meets her tongue with his, the mood that was settled between them switches drastically – from sweet and innocent to needy and passionate.

Harry isn’t very experienced with kissing, let alone with anything past first base. He’d only made out with a girl all the way back in high school during his senior prom, and the girl was so harsh and desperate Harry knew that moment he wouldn’t ever share an intimate moment with anyone again unless he truly felt something for them. Now, he knows it might seem like he’s rushing things in his heart, but he’d do anything with and for Y/N – but he knows he’s not ready just yet.

His nervousness consumes him again when she moves to straddle his lap, making him whimper at the new position. He shakily places his hands next to her legs on the couch, not sure what is too much and what is ok to do. She runs her hands from his jaw down to his shoulders, and moves them all the way down his arms to his hands, giving them a soft squeeze before placing them on her waist and sliding her own back up again towards his neck, never breaking the kiss.

He unintentionally lets a second whimper leave his mouth when she sits herself down on his lap, creating some friction between their groins. He knows he’s hard – he felt his dick grow in his pants the second she touched his jaw, but knowing Y/N could feel it now put him a tad on edge. He separates their lips; their agitated breathing mixing in between them.

“I- I’ve never…” Harry begins, but he’s having a hard time finding the correct words. Y/N understands almost immediately – she’s not proud to admit she had figured he was unexperienced, feeding the stereotype of shy-ergo-virgin, even though she was correct this time.

“We won’t do anything you don’t want to,” Y/N gives him a soft peck and continues, “you can say no, but I’d love to make you feel good, if you’d let me. We can keep our clothes on.” Y/N suggests. If she has to be honest, she hasn’t dry-humped anyone since high school, but the thought of doing it with Harry lights her insides in animalistic flames.

When Harry timidly nods, she shakes her head with her eyebrows raised in a disapproving look, “Use your words, H.”

“I- I want you to- to do it. I- I trust you.” His stuttering makes Y/N’s insides warm, the fact that she makes him nervous amuses her – she’s certain she’s never made anyone this nervous before, but it is the fact that Harry admitted he trusts her what sends shivers down her spine. All she does in response is roll her hips against his – and when he closes his eyes with a pleasured groan leaving his lips, she does it again. Harry’s grip on her waist lowers to her hips, squeezing the flesh that was subtly beginning to get exposed from all the movement, and when he throws his head back Y/N takes advantage of his exposed neck to finally attach her lips to it. Her hold on one side of his face moves to grip his jaw, turning his head slightly to the side so she can suck on the sweet spot behind his ear still rolling her hips on his, and when she pokes the spot with her tongue to soothe the pleasuring sting, he unconsciously thrusts his hips up to meet hers; Y/N can’t help but smile and leave a trail of sweet, wet kisses from his new deepening bruise to the place where his neck meets his shoulders, repeating her actions there to leave a second bruise.

Harry feels his cock twitch in his pants when Y/N rolls her hips with more pressure, and they both know he’s close - his inexperience making him not last longer than a couple of minutes. “Are you going to cum for me?” Y/N asks him, holding his jaw tightly to keep his gaze on hers, and when he shyly nods she adds, “I want you to look at me when you do it.”

Harry can’t believe what’s going on – he has the most beautiful woman in the word on top of him about to make him cum, and he’s sure he’s going to come so hard he’ll probably have to throw his briefs into the trash. Her gaze staring so intensely into his eyes is what makes his insides finally explode, his eyes seeing white for a moment – with his mouth open ajar and glossy eyes he feels the large amount of cum spurting from his cock, making a mess inside his pants. The pleasure and fullness he feels during this moment is something he has never experienced before, never thinking he would surrender this fast over someone else’s actions. Y/N slows her movements but doesn’t stop for a while, allowing him to empty his insides until he hisses at the friction. Harry hugs her lower back to pull her closer to him, and Y/N lets her head drop to his shoulder so they can both catch their breaths.

They stay like that for a while, hugging each other with Y/N running her hand softly through his chocolate curls and Harry tracing small circles on the small of her back.

“You saved me from a car accident, a year or so ago.” Harry confesses – the pure bliss he’s feeling makes him dizzy and unaware of his words.

“I know. I remember.” Y/N confesses herself, and when Harry’s soft caresses stop at her back, she removes her head from the warm spot on his neck to look at him in the eyes, finding a confused frown in his eyebrows and lips in a small pout – she kisses him soft and quickly, not being able to contain herself. “I figured you either didn’t remember or didn’t bring it up for a reason, so I chose to not mention it.” She shudders and gives him a soft smile.

“Was embarrassed, still am.” Harry whispers with red cheeks, and Y/N’s laugh resonates through his living room, and if he wasn’t already obsessed with her, her laugh completes his way there.

“So cute.” She pecks his lips. “Can’t believe it took us this long to… talk.” Another peck. A knowing look on her face knowing damn well they did more than talking.

“You are too pretty. And intimidating. Can’t even walk in front of you without tripping over my own feet.” Y/N giggles at his confession, finding him even more amusing.

“Do you want to go on a date tomorrow?” Y/N asked, not being able to wait another day to ask. Harry feels his cheeks hurting from all the smiling, but he is too content in this moment.

“I’d love to.”

As always, feedback is truly appreciated,

love, Joey.

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we can't. | vera farmiga x fem!reader

The town didn't look any different the last time she'd seen it, it was still dark yet somehow full of colors at the same time. A mystery she'd never quite solved, not that she ever had the time to.

Perhaps she could have. [Y/N] thought. Had it not happened. Or rather, had she not happened.

It's been atleast half a year, and most of the people she knew in the town had either fled to another country or are unable to greet her with all their family stuff. Still, she could've appreciated if not a grand welcome— a welcome.

Nonetheless, [Y/N] made her way to the familiar right corner, the house furthest away from others. It was getting prepared to be sold, considering no one— [Y/N]— doesn't live there anymore. She'd left a few important things, though. Hence the comeback.

The repairmen were not present today, and the house couldn't be anymore lonely than it already is. Bummer, [Y/N] thought, she had brought snacks incase there was any present. Huffing a frustrated sigh, [Y/N] placed the bag of food on top of a random furniture covered with a sheet. It was hers back then, it came with the house when she bought it, and it stays with the house regardless she left or not.

30 minutes, [Y/N] had promised herself, 30 minutes and she was going to leave forever. Which was incredibly terrifying. 6 months had passed and yet it still feels as though maybe she left her heart with the house. She thought maybe coming back would fix the hole of unsatisfaction, she thought maybe seeing the house empty and getting repaired for another person to live in would leave her satisfied with her choice.

It didn't.

"And here I thought you were never coming back."

[Y/N] jumped a few feet from the front door, refusing to look back at the person who owned that voice. That familiar, soothing voice. Honestly, it never once not amuse her just how Vera Farmiga's voice calmed her during those times.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." She added, stepping away for a moment before she stopped in her tracks— probably to observe [Y/N] just like how she always do back then. "You look good."

With her eyes still pinned to the closed door of her old house, [Y/N] replied with, "Thanks. Can't say the same to you."

"'Course not when you refuse to look at me."

[Y/N] could feel Vera grin. She suppressed hers, however, not wanting to give Vera any reaction that might signify they were back to being fine— they weren't. And maybe will never be.

"[Y/N]."

"Why are you here?"

"Heard you came by in the town so I... wanted to see you for myself." Vera answers sincerely it almost made [Y/N] lunge at her and kiss her like how she used to. Used to. Times were different now. And the pain Vera caused her still lingered.

"Well you see me now." [Y/N] stated, trying to keep her voice steady and firm. She'd been imagining different ways she'd meet Vera again, and imagined more scenarios enough to keep her from showing any unwanted emotions.

Such as the affection [Y/N] still feels for her.

She sighed at the thought, and came to a conclusion of how coward she must've looked like refusing to see Vera again. But who could blame her? Vera Farmiga had the chance to choose, and she chose him. Despite all their memories in the house, despite all those affectionate looks and touches, all those unspoken words— Vera Farmiga chose Patrick Wilson. Not [Y/N]. And she just needs to remind herself of that as she turned to see the very woman responsible of the pain she's still feeling.

Vera looked... vulnerable and exhausted. She looked thinner, tiny even, and it's only been 6 months. What the hell happened? [Y/N] tried not to react, suppressing any remorse she felt as she looked at Vera.

"Do you want me to go?" Vera asks, voice barely steady. "I just... I never got to apologize to you, is all. And I really just wanted to see you."

"Me too."

It came out of [Y/N]'s mouth too fast before she could even think of it. There's no use crying over a spilled milk, but she mentally slapped herself anyway.

Vera didn't look amused at the response, though, and instead, lets out a pained sigh. "I wanted you. Since from the start. And when you left— I realized I didn't just want you. I needed you. But [Y/N]..." Vera took a step closer, and closer, until [Y/N] could barely think of anything but Vera's warm breath and her awestrucking eyes. Those damned, too good to be true, eyes. "We just can't." It was a whisper, a soft voice pleading for [Y/N] to stay even if her words contradict such pleading.

We just can't.

"I know. I know, Vera." [Y/N] says, her voice breaking each second as she brought her hands up to Vera's face, cupping her cheeks, the anger vanishing as she does. "I missed you."

"I do too. So fucking much I can't help it. I want to run away with you, grow old with you, and perhaps die with you. I want to do that, [Y/N]. I want to do that so bad—"

"But we can't."

"We can't."

Their lovestory had been beautiful. From their clumsy beginning, to their painful ending. And so for the last time, they spent the afternoon together, eating the snacks initially for the missing repairmen and talked.

[Y/N] wasn't afraid of selling the house, no. She was afraid of losing the memories she's made together... with Vera. And as the afternoon passed by, and the moon came lightening up the dark sky; [Y/N] was even more afraid.

"I'm sorry, [Y/N]." Vera started, her eyes fixated on her feet currently swinging to and fro. The couple were on the balcony, the view of the town visible enough for them to admire. "I should've chosen you."

"Yeahh," [Y/N] pursues her lips. "I'm so mad how easily I can forgive you. You do know that I came back into the town telling myself no way am I ever going to do so?"

Vera lets out a hearty chuckle; it was when she scrunches her nose and closes her eyes too adorably for [Y/N] to even comprehend.

It died out eventually, and her face shifted to a sad expression, "I'm so selfish for that. I knew how hurt you would be, yet I still chose him. But deep down, I would always choose you. Even until now. I was just so afraid that time."

"And now?"

"I still am."

[Y/N] wanted to be mad at her, to confront her just how coward she is. But seeing Vera like this; in pain, unable to make a choice she wants to choose, [Y/N] can't be. Vera looked emotionally and physically hurt, just the same as [Y/N] and if not, even more.

"I love you so much, you know?" Vera confesses, biting her bottom lip. "I love you so much I almost can't bear the pain to see you leave again."

Her lover stared thoughtfully at her, and smiled reassuringly. "I will never not love you too, Vera."

[Y/N] sealed their goodbyes with a kiss, and Vera held her lover once more in her arms knowing this was going to be the last time she'll ever see [Y/N]. And that thought just breaks every inch of her. But it had to be done.

In this kind of world, love can't win. Not even the greatest love of all time. [Y/N] stayed for awhile, letting Vera be the one to walk away. Letting herself feel the same way Vera did when she was the one to do so. And as Vera disappeared from her sight, [Y/N] set her mind in winning their love in their second life. If there ever was.

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