#sorry for repost i had to re-do some things and stuff was messed up on the refsheet HAHA

[aemonds-little-belle]

Feelings Sold Separately

CHAPTER FIVE (THE SHOES)

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

TAGS - (REPOSTED FROM AO3)

Alternate Universe - Sugar DaddySugar BabySugar Baby AUAUokay this is a whole ass story that's just one long ass brain fartliterally i am just coming up with this on the spotlow key really love it thoughSugar Baby/Sugar Daddyobviouslytalks of class issuesaemonds been hurt in the pasti think there will be some sexy stuff eventuallywait fuck i didn't mention this is a modern!aumodern!AUAlternate Universe - Modern Setting<3Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen is Bad at Feelingsstop that was recommended but so accurateI don't know how to do tagsI'm SorryI promise it's goodAnd no one diesand it's just so classically a sugar baby/ sugar daddy au it hurtsreader works at a cafe ... obviouslythis will follow a similar storyline to the show just modern and also not at allFamily Issueswait probably dom/sub vibes tooDom/subLight Dom/subclearly i don't know where this is going yetmy readers are always written fat because i am fatso keep that in mind

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The room was cold, loud beeping filling it as heat once did, Y/n groggily trying to find her god forsaken phone in the mess of her slept in bed. The screen reading 8:30, the alarm soon canceled as she read the messages that popped up.

AEMOND ‘Would you like a coffee?’ 8am ‘Y/n?’ 8:10am ‘Are you still sleeping?’ 8:20am

Y/n groaned, rolling over as she contemplated what to answer. To be fair, she had already snoozed two other earlier alarms, this morning just not agreeing with her as well as she wished. Before she could even click on the messages to answer, Aemonds contact popped up on the screen, a call ensuing.

“Good, you’re awake.” He sighed from the other side, disappointment yet also relief lacing his words.

“Mmph.” Y/n hummed, her eyes still closed as she relished in the warmth of her blanket.

Aemond chuckled. “So I’m assuming that’s a yes to a coffee?”

“Mhm.” Y/n hummed happily. “Something cold and strong, please.”

“Sure.” He said clearly before muffled words could be heard, him ordering as Y/n waited patiently for the conversation to continue. “I’m about twenty minutes from your house, is that enough time for you to get ready?”

Y/n let out a short chuckle. “I could be ready in five minutes if need be.” A grin lingering on her lips as she stretched out.

“So I should speed then?” Aemond joked, something Y/n hadn’t expected from him.

“No!” Y/n panicked, her small fib not something she wished to have tested. “No, twenty minutes is perfect.”

+

Aemond stood anxiously outside the blue apartment building, his heart racing as Y/n’s iced coffee chilled his one hand, his phone sitting in the other, a loud noise catching his attention. Y/n stumbled out of her building's front door, one running shoe untied, the other in a messy knot. “Sorry!” She called out to Aemond as she crouched down to re-tie her shoes, her face warm after her rush out the door. “Miss Falker wanted to remind me that my fridge is making a funny noise again.” Y/n rolled her eyes as she stood up finally looking at Aemond in all his perfect suit glory. “Which is funny because my...” She paused, consciously not finishing the sentence, grasping to find anything else to focus on.

“Because?” Aemond was smirking, Y/n a total mess in front of him, half asleep and yet her eyes were wide open.

“Is that my coffee?” She pivoted, reaching her hands out like a child begging for candy. “You’re sent from the gods I swear!” She cheered, Aemond enjoying this more open and real side of her, a welcomed contrast to her usual anxious being.

“There’s a bagel in the car for you too, you can eat on our way into town.” He said in a monotone voice, not wanting to scare the cheerful girl in front of him with his usual harsh and melancholy atmosphere.

“Aemond you really didn’t have to …” He cuts her off, a new hobby of his that he’s welcomed with open arms.

“Spoil you?” Y/n nods her head at his words. “You mean the thing I’m paying you to let me do?” Y/n smiled at his words, realizing her mistake. “I want to make it crystal clear, little dragon.” ‘You’re driving me nuts with that name’ His voice dropped lower, seriousness blanketing the two of them. “I want, no, need, to go out of my way to make your life easier, that is all I wish to do.” He was close to her again, just like the previous night, except this time Y/n’s iced coffee created a distance between them, though his demeanor now so similar, so overpowering, just like it had been then. “So why don’t you give me a ‘thank you for my bagel’ and a ‘I’m sorry for complaining’. Hmm?” He teased, Y/n’s cheeks heating up significantly, her head spinning.

“Thank you for my bagel, Aemond, I can’t wait to eat it.” Y/n added some extra words, suddenly longing for the extra credit, some sort of gold star for her ability to follow, something she had never wanted before, her brain spinning faster now, too many thoughts suddenly quieting down to a low hum, his hum. “And I’m sorry for complaining, it won’t happen again, I promise.” ‘A gold star, a kiss, Aemond, give me something.’

“You’re welcome Y/n, are you ready to behave now?”

‘He means professionally … I think.’ “Yes, are you?” Y/n quipped.

“Hmm.” Aemoned hummed amusedly, opening the passenger door, Y/n walking over with a smirk plastered across her face, slipping into the car with her coffee, a short squeal exiting her lips when she saw the bagel, Aemond chuckling before closing the door, she would be the death of him.

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The two of them began walking towards the shopping mall, the dark grey tiled walls tall and daunting as Y/n looked up reading ‘North Mall’ on a large light up sign, the whole thing scary as she entered through the glass doors, Aemond holding the door for her as clean black walls and white marble floors embraced the two. “This is really big.” Y/n whispered, her head turning left to right, large store after large store, the scent of expensive perfume flooding her nose, and properly dressed people walking around. ‘I’m out of my depth.’ She thought to herself ‘I should just turn around’ ‘I’m not meant for this kind of life.’.

Aemond pulled out his trusty phone, his notes app opening instantly, a long list popping up. ‘At least one of us is organized.’ “We need to get a lot while we’re here.” He looked down to Y/n’s feet, people passing by as Aemond noticed the busted running shoes, Y/n trying to hide her one foot with the other. “We should start with shoes, that way you’re comfortable walking around.”

“My shoes are comfortable.” Y/n challenged.

“I can see your sock.” Aemond responded flatly.

Y/n hesitated, eyes squinting as she tried to think of some reasonable excuse. “Air vents?” She questioned.

“Hmm.”

“Where is the shoe store?!?” Y/n asked enthusiastically, placing her hand above her eyes, pretending like she was looking for a spec in the distance.

“Next time.” Aemond waited for eye contact before continuing. “You listen.” He tapped his ear, Y/n lowering her head before nodding, ‘Damn, I’m bad at this.’. Aemond held his hand out, Y/n confusedly looking to him, him nodding back to his hand, ‘this is new.’ Y/n smiled, placing her hand in his as he led them to what she assumed was the shoe store.

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“Aemond.” A voice called out, in a very flat and professional way, with no emotion behind the words, ‘nothing like at the waffle house’ Y/n thought. The older woman who had spoken walked over towards the two, barely making eye contact with Y/n before turning to Aemond. “How can we help today?” She asked, a fake smile that could be spotted miles away, plastered along her thin lips.

“I need size.” He paused, turning to Y/n, a questioning look on his face.

“Oh, I don’t, I don’t know.” She blurted out, the woman in front of her looking unamused, a pit growing in Y/n’s stomach. “These are hand-me-downs, I’m so sorry!” Y/n began stressing, Aemond’s hand squeezing hers in a reassuring manner, though she felt overlooked and ignored by the woman, she at least knew Aemond wasn’t juding.

“I’ll pull a couple things, replacements?” She asked, nodding to Y/n’s current shoes. “I’m guessing.”

Aemond let go of Y/n’s hand, gesturing for her to sit on a chair further into the store, letting her get out of ear shot before continuing. “I would appreciate a whole work up, shoes for every season, event, everything.” He said lowly. “I just don’t want to overwhelm her.”

The woman snapped her fingers at a younger man, him rushing over quickly. “We can get her measurements and begin putting a few things together, we can keep the bulk of everything in the back and you can have someone come and pick them up at a later time.” She smiled, the man quickly typing everything into a tablet, pulling up a few different styles. “I would suggest no heels for this one Aemond.”

They both looked over to Y/n, her sitting on the large chair, her legs swinging slightly as she looked dead on at the two of them, smiling when she noticed Aemond’s attention was back on her. “Maralynn, this is why I refuse to shop anywhere else.” He admitted, happy for the fast and effective service he could count on every time.

“You’re the best tipper Aemond, we wish for no one else to shop here.” She said with a little more emotion behind her words, the professional wall collapsing for a second.

+

“Aemond I don’t need more than one pair of shoes.��� Y/n pouted, four boxes currently opened around her, all different sneaker styles, each being rooted for by Aemond ‘Let me buy them all’ Targaryen.

“Hmm.” He hummed, standing as Y/n looked up at him, her eyes pleading with him to be reasonable. “You’ll take home two.” Aemond said matter of factly, his tone leaving no room for argument once again, a voice he had clearly perfected, Y/n immediately looking back to the shoes and huffing in defeat.

“I like these ones.” She pointed with her sock clad foot towards a plain black pair, once she would love to use at work, the soles much more comfy than her current ones. Aemond nodded, picking the box up and handing it to the closest attendant he could find. “Andddd.” She huffed, looking over the other options, each style, colour, lace type, blending together. “These.” She pointed at another pair, this one black with some white accents, simple running shoes that probably cost a fortune, and yet looked simple enough.

“Good girl.” He hummed, Y/n’s eyes wide as saucers as he sat down in front of her, pulling the shoes out of the box himself, scooting closer gracefully and beginning to untie them.

“I can …” The look in his eye stopped her from protesting. ‘Spoiling … Right.’

He took his time, double checking where her toe was in the shoe, making sure the attendant wasn’t lying when he said they fit perfectly, then pulling the laces tight, making sure the bow and it’s loose strings wouldn’t be tripped over, his pant leg getting slightly dirty in the process, the dust from Y/n walking around the store in the shoes seeping in. “Good?” He asked, his eye meeting hers as he patted her two feet, his one thumb brushing over her ankle, goosebumps erupting over her body at his touch.

“Yep!” Y/n squeaked out, barely able to keep her cool as Aemond’s, now classic, smirk crept up again.

He slowly stood up, quickly patting away the small shoe marks from his legs. “I’m going to pay, should just be a minute, okay?” Y/n nodded at his words, his arm outstretched, pulling her off the seat and letting her stand in place as he sauntered away, his suit jacket picking up the wind slightly.

Y/n took the free moment to check her phone, though Aemond was the only one she really ever used it for, Eyla put her number in it and was currently blowing up her phone with text messages about how the ‘Mr sexy voice’ weekend was going, Y/n laughing as she shot back a simple ‘shut up’ message. Her face heating up as she looked back to Aemond, who currently towered over the cashier as he gave her his card, his head turning back to check on Y/n, the two of them sharing a smile. ‘Shit though, this is the first store.’ Y/n suddenly felt the previous pit in her stomach open up, this was not her world, and she was worried about the consequences that might come from her pretending it was.

[wearebothdrunk]

hey!! Can you do a pillow talk fic with sebastian stan?

yes, of course!

Pillow talk 

pairing: Sebastian Stan x fem!reader

word counting: 1712

Warnings: Smut; some fluff

Summary: Some pillow talk with you and sebastian

A/N: Thank you sm for the request! i loved the idea. i had to add some other things because i´m not creative enough to write a lot of pillow talk lmao. But hope you liked anyway. Also, this is the first time i write smut so i´m sorry if this is to awkward.

disclamer: If the Romanian quote it´s misspelled, please send me a message i took it from google translator.

Tag: @dpr-hoe

* gif not mine*

You and Sebastian were at the Marvel Studios all day because he had to do a lot of photoshoots for the new series "The Falcon and the Winter Soldier", in which your boyfriend was the protagonist.

You loved to be able to be with Sebastian in his work, but after 3 hours you were super tired.

"If you want, you can go home. Take the keys, I'll take an Uber," he said, grabbing your face, giving you a kiss on the forehead and handing you the keys.

" I appreciate your concern, but I think I can handle another hour and go with you," you told him handing him back the keys.

"Okay love, but at least go get something to eat"

"Okay dad" you mocked him.

When he was going to tell you something, you got interrupted by his manager. "I hate to interrupt, but they need you Sebastian for one last shot." His face dropped.

"You need to go," you said trying to give him motivation.

"Okay," he said in a sad voice.

He gave you one last kiss and left for the session.

Sebastian was always very worried about you when you went to one of his sessions or interviews because they left him exhausted, so he didn't want you to feel the same way he did.

You decided to go and buy his favorite dessert to cheer him up, tiramisu. ( i searched that lmao)

you went to a store that you knew nearby to buy some.

By the time you got back, Sebastian was being photographed wearing Bucky's suit and the Cap's shield. He looked damn hot.

"Okay guys, let's take a quick break"

Sebastian ran to you.

"You disappeared for a moment. Is everything okay?" he said giving you a soft kiss on your lips.

"Yeah, I just went to get some food like you told me to."

" oh okay. Two more pictures and I´m all yours," he said smiling and kissing you again.

"I bought your favorite! "

He looked at you confused until you showed him a bag with a box of Tiramisu.

"TIRAMISU" he shouted laughing " this honestly made my day. thank you babe!" he said putting his two hands behind your neck and kissing you passionately.

"I think I have to buy you some more tiramisu han," you said giggling

"Aren't you going to eat now?" you asked him as he put the tiramisu back in the bag.

"I prefer to eat it on you" he whispered

It took you a moment to realize. "Wait... What?" you said

"I have to go, two more pictures."

You smiled. Did Sebastian Stan just said what you think he said?!

* 30 minutes later*

"I'm ready. let's go home".

*when you arrived home*

As you passed your door´s house, you were pulled into Sebastian's arms, leaving a small, almost non-existent, space between your lips and his. You giggled and he kissed you deeply. You both took off your shoes. He began to remove your clothes, starting with your jacket, leaving it on the floor, which you both stepped over. You made all of this without taking your lips from each other. As more you went up the stairs, the more undressed you became. You both arrived in the bedroom with only your underwear on.

"Where's the tiramisu?" he said in between the kiss.

"Why do you need the tiramisu?" you said pretending not to know.

you pulled him back in for another kiss. He pushed the kiss away making you moan.

"Y/n, the tiramisu?" he said impatiently

"downstairs" you mumbled

He pushed you, softly, onto the bed, making you be lying down.

"Wait here," he said in the middle of the kiss and got up.

" don't be long"

Seconds later he was already in the room again with the bag of tiramisu. He set it down on the bed and went straight to you for another kiss.

"God I missed you," you said

"I was only gone a few seconds," he said giggling

" Yeah, but for someone that is horny, that feels like hours" you pulled him in for another kiss.

He began to remove your panties and bra leaving only your necklace on.  You began to put your fingers under his boxers to pull them off for good.

"I want to fuck you so bad y/n" he whispered.

"Then fuck me," you said.

He began to run his lips all over your body, making you moan.

When he got close to your sensitive area, you could feel his breath. You put your hands tangled in his hair preparing yourself for what was coming, but to your surprise, he stopped.

"What? Really," you said in frustration.

" calm down babe. I'm not done yet."

You saw him grab the bag with the tiramisu you bought him.

" Really?" you said

He started to take the lid off and put a spoon inside taking a little bit to taste.

"This is really good y/n," he said with a pleased look on his face.

He started to lean towards you.

" do you want to taste it?" he asked you with a smirk

" okay"

he put a small piece of the dessert in your mouth getting you all dirty.

"Oh sorry, let me clean it up" he leaned in for a kiss and created a sensation that you never felt before.

you giggled.

"It tastes so much better on you babe," he said

he started to take some more, getting ready to put it in your belly and the rest of your body.

"Do you want it?" he asked to make sure you were comfortable.

You looked at him without answering. You could feel your heart beating and were sure that he could hear it too.

"That's okay babe, we can just save it for the movie"

you grabbed his hand. "no, I want Seb" you said.

"Are you sure?" he asked again

" yes"

As he heard those words coming from your mouth, he continued what he was doing before.

As soon as you felt the dessert touch your belly you let out a little moan.

" it's cold," you said giggling

He put it in all the pleasured places of your body. When it finally got close to your core you started to moan louder.

" Seb..." you said as you felt his lips sucking the mess he has done on you.

" God, I love you sm," he said in between your moans.

When he was ready, he posed the tiramisu on the bedside table, kissing you again.

" You are so beautiful" he whispered.

he started giving you kisses on the neck, driving you insane.

"I want you, Seb"

"I want you more" he whispered putting his cock inside of you.

you both moan.

As he moved in and out of you, your breaths became heavier.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he said after a few minutes

"God Seb, I'm gonna come too"

he started to go deeper and faster, making you come first

" oh god, you´re beautiful baby" he let out in his moans.

You started to moan louder when he finally came.

"Fuck!" he shouted as he lay down on your side.

You put your head on his shoulder and one of your legs on top of his.

"That was good," you said, looking up into his eyes.

He smiled, " yeah, it was a very good baby," he said pulling your hair away from your face.

"Why were you so nervous when I asked you to do... you know what," he asked you

" Oh, it was nothing," you said, clearly lying to him.

"Babe, the truth please. you can feel free to talk to me about that kind of stuff. You are my pattern, I don't want to put you in uncomfortable situations. "

"You didn't put me in an uncomfortable situation. I liked it, a lot." you giggled and he smiled. "But I was just afraid I wasn't up to your expectations in sex, you know? You're the first person I've ever had a real relationship with. Before you, I only had a one-night stand, which I regret. "

"Babe, you're always higher than my expectations. sex is not what I  most like about being with you, although it is great. I asked you if you wanted to do it because I feel we have that intimacy. I've never felt as comfortable with anyone as I do with you," he said.

You smiled and held him tighter.

You started talking and talking about everything and nothing. You felt comfortable with each other after all your feeling for him was unique.

"Say something in Romanian," you asked him

"what do you want me to say"

"I don't know, something"

" hmm, vreau să am o familie cu tine" he said smiling at you.

" That was hot," you said and he laughed.

" I'm sure that's a stupid or dirty sentence by your reaction," you said smiling.

" I said I want to have a family with you,"

You were speechless, did he really felt that way?

"and I mean it" he added. "But I don't want to pressure you or anything, let's do it when you feel read-."

he was interrupted with your lips pressed against his. "Let's do it." you said

He looked at you and you could see his eyes sparkling with happiness.

"are you, are you sure, I mean-"

"yes, that's all I want with you"

he got on top of you and you giggled. " I love you y/n"

"I love you too Sebastian Stan" and then he kissed you again.

" you could teach him Romanian," you said

" him?" he giggled.

" yes!!"

" no, first a girl and then a boy," he said smiling at you.

" Two kids?" you asked him

" well, yes, a boy and a girl, but if you don't want-"

" Two boys and one girl," you told him

" hell no," he said laughing

You spent the whole night arguing and laughing about your future making you both realize that this was all you wanted for life.

( they had two boys and one girl haha)

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[scarletwinterxx]

First and Last Finale

And that is it for First and Last. I had so much fun writing this! I’d like to thank everyone who took the time to give this series a chance. Thank you for kind words and for supporting this story! I hope you enjoy this ending. If you have any suggestion, do leave a comment or a message to my blog. I love hearing abt what you guys think!

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See you on the next series! xx -A

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PART ONE || PART TWO  || PART THREE || PART FOUR || FINALE || BONUS

If someone asks me to summarize the happenings these past couple of months, I’d only say one word. The first one that comes mind. 

Past me would freak out over this but this me just smiles at the thought. 

Back when I agreed to this arrangement I said I had nothing to lose, and I didn’t. But I did gain a lot. I gained new friends, ones who genuinely care for each other like family, I gained confidence in myself and now i’m able to say yes to things I would’ve said no to before. 

And of course I’ve gained a close companion, a friend almost but I already know he’s more than that to me. 

All those things lead me here.

While being lost in my thoughts I didn’t notice someone standing beside the table I was currently occupying, I only looked up after the person cleared their throat to catch my attention. 

“Huh? Oh sorry, I didn’t see you come in” I said, Lia shot me a quick smile before occupying the seat in front of me

“Do you want to order something or-” I asked her but she just shook her head in return

“Didn’t really come here for that, so why did you want to talk?” she asked back

“To say sorry” I could tell my answer caught her a bit off-guard, she gestured for me to go on

“I feel like we got off on the wrong foot, so I apologize for that”

“And for the whole fake girlfriend fiasco?” she asked, I knew she was going to ask, it’s why I wanted to talk to her. To finally clear things up. 

“I admit we were at fault for lying to Hyuck’s friends, we already cleared that up” I told her, “Why did you do it though? If you knew all this time why didn’t you say something?” I asked her, for a second she looked away before speaking again. 

“I wanted to know why he was doing it, when I first met you at that party I already knew. I wanted to say something already but I didn’t because I wanted to find out why you were doing it”

“Months passed by, when I see the two of you around campus it looked like you weren’t doing just to make me jealous. Which was my initial guess. So I wondered why”

“All I can say is whatever it was when it started out is not what it is now” was the answer I gave to her, admitting it openly was definitely something new for me. 

Nothing is sure in this life, everything can change with no warnings. But for now, I’m very sure about my feelings. It was nice not feeling conflicted over something and just letting it be. 

“You hurt him, you know. I’m not going to judge you because I don’t really know you but what you did hurt him a lot. He deserved better” I mumbled

“And now what? You’re that better?”

“Anything is better than being cheated on, no one deserves that. He didn’t deserve that” my statement made her look away from me and stay quiet

This wasn’t my battle to fight. I just wanted to say something that should’ve been said all along.  

In the midst of the silence my phone rang, it happened to be laying on the table with the screen on display. Hyuck’s name flashing, with a cute picture of him that I secretly took during on of our study sessions. 

I see Lia looking at my phone, I can’t help but smile sadly. 

Their situation was a mess. Hyuck deserved better, but I also don’t have it in me to be mad at someone I didn’t know. 

“He really likes you” she chuckled, not a sarcastic one but almost a sad one

“I know”

“It’s the way he looks at you that convinced me you two were something more than this whole facade you’re trying to put on” she told me, I didn’t know if i should smile or not

“I hope this clear things up, I’ll get going now. You take care, Lia” I smiled at her before gathering my stuff. 

“He loved me first, now I know I won’t be the last” I hear her say, a moment of guilt and regret could be heard in her tone but she quickly masked it with a side smile. I bid a goodbye then I walked out of the cafe. 

My phone stopped ringing before it started to go off again, Hyuck’s name flashing on the screen once again

“Finally, she picked up. What are you doing that’s more important than answering my calls?” he asked, I knew he was joking

“Just talking to someone”

“Who?”

“That’s a story I’ll tell later” I chuckled, I hear him grumble something but I didn’t quite catch it

“I’m already here by the way, you’re late” he said, we were supposed to meet today to get some lunch. I wasn’t late, he was just really early but I don’t tell him that

He was waiting somewhere not that far form the cafe, I saw him waiting by the park. He hasn’t seen me yet. 

“I am here”

“Where?” he asked, he was looking around but still wasn’t able to see where I was 

“Right here” I laugh at the way he was turning left and right trying to spot me, when he did he hung up his phone. A displeased look on his face

“Hi” I said with a big smile on my face while Hyuck just snickered at me,

“I’ve been here for so long” he told me, already reaching out for my hand intertwining our fingers together. I felt warm all over.

“No you weren’t. Stop being dramatic” 

“Whatever, at least I wasn’t the one who was late” he told me

“I wasn’t late! You being early doesn’t make me late” I retorted back, I let him pull me wherever we were going to get lunch

“I thought you were going out with Mark and the rest of your hyungs” I asked, remembering his story about his older friends. I haven’t met them yet but with so many fond stories from Hyuck made me feel like I knew them too. 

“Said I was going out on a date” he said, the word date making my cheeks turn red. He of course knew this. 

“Aigoo, look at you. You’re so cute” he said, reaching out to pinch my cheek with the hand that wasn’t holding mine. I swatted his hand away making him laugh out loud. 

“Where are we going anyways?”

“Where do you want to go?” he ask me, I just blinked up at him “I thought you knew where we were going”

“No, I was following you” he answered back with an equally confused look on his face

“I was following you! You’re the one pulling me” I say, holding our hands up together. His eyes landing on our intertwined hands, I could see the small smile creeping on his face. He was trying to fit it, I wanted to call him out and tease him about it but I let him be. 

We ended up just walking around, looking for a random place to get lunch. Then we just hung out afterwards. We haven’t really talked about what we are now that the whole pretend to be his fake girlfriend is over. 

Right now, this feels like the beginning of something better. 

We were just talking about how the weekend went, the boys came over then they had a movie night. Jeno was happy everyone was talking again. We were talking about anything and everything. 

“I was talking to Lia” I said out of the blue, I saw him look over at me in surprise. 

“Do I want to know?”

“I just wanted to clear things with her, I don’t know her it would be unfair if I get mad at her. She doesn’t know me either so, I just wanted to say my side”

“You didn’t have to, this was my fa-”

“If i recall I agreed to it, you weren’t alone in all that” I stopped him from saying yet again that it was his fault. I wanted the both of us to move on from it, I didn’t want it to be another thing to weigh on his shoulder. 

“Don’t worry, she didn’t say anything embarrassing about you” I told him, trying to lessen his worry because I could already see it written across his face.

“Speaking of talks, we should talk” 

“Why? Are you breaking up with me?” he asked, this made me stop speaking and just look at him

“What... we’re... I...”

“You.. what... we’re” he said repeating after me

“What are you saying, break up with you? We’re not even dating” 

He acted like I hurt him by putting his arms across his chest, clutching on his shirt were his heart is. I can’t help but smile at him.

“This is what I get after taking to all those dates. Wow” he made this face where he pokes the inside of his cheeks with his tongue when things don’t go the way he wants it to. One of the many things I learned about him. 

“Stop smiling at me, I’m trying to be mad at you” he told me but instead of acting mad he just pulled on my hand again then started to walk the both of us back to our dorms. 

“Ya Lee Donghyuck” I said, pulling him back

“What Y/L/N Y/N? You know I don’t even know why you call me Hyuck”

“Because it’s your name” I answered, I also know that I’m the only one who calls him that around campus. Even his bestfriends call him by his nickname,

“it’s your name isn’t it. Why? Do you want me to change it? Call you Haechan?” I asked, if he wanted me to I’d probably would. It will take some time to get used to since I rarely call him by his nickname

“Better if you call me boyfriend” he answered cheekily, “You would want that won’t you” I answered back. He looked like he didn’t expect that answer, so instead of replying to me he just started to walk again.

No words needed to be said, with our hands swaying gently back and forth we walked back home.

We decided to have a movie night, that’s how we ended up over at Hyuck and Renjun’s dorm.  

“I actually have something to ask you” Hyuck suddenly speaking up 

“What is it?”

He set the bag of snacks he was holding, sitting up straight on the couch looking like he was contemplating whether he should say it or not

“There’s... I should... I should say this now or I’ll keep putting it off so here goes nothing” he mumbled to himself before turning to face me

“I know I’m... Me... and I feel like you deserve better than me but I like you a lot I can’t even think about someone else making you laugh so much you snort, you don’t notice it but I think it’s the most adorable sound to me. I can’t think about someone else seeing how easily you blush when you get compliments or when you get shy. I guess what I’m trying to say or what I’m failing to say is that I hope I could still be that person to witness you do all those cute things. I hope I can make you laugh some more, I wish I can just hold your hand all the time so you don’t get lost in the crowd. I wish you’re fine with this cause if not I’m going to move out of this country and change my name” 

His confession, although wasn’t a big surprise, made my eyes water. His words were so genuine, I could see the worry in his eyes I wanted to assure him those feelings were returned but I just can’t find the words

“Oh my god why are you crying? I’m so sorry. Don’t cry if you don’t feel the same way, don’t cry oh my god I made you cry” he said clearly panicking, he hurriedly wiped the tears away 

“I don’t snort” I mumbled

“Huh?”

“I don’t snort when I laugh” I said with a pout on, he closed his eyes for a second before smiling down at me. Wiping the last of the tears but keeping my face in between his hands. 

“You do, you cutie. Don’t worry, I like it a lot” his assurance made me feel all giddy and warm, my eyes started to tear up again. I was just so happy I think my brain is confused about how to react right now. 

I rested my hands on his, trailing idle patterns on it as he still held my face in his

“You know this is the part where you say you like me too...” he said making me laugh, I collapse forward into him so now I’m hugging him. My arms around his shoulders while I feel his arms wrap around my waist

“I like you too. Like a lot” I mumbled to his ear, I feel a kiss atop my head. I just snuggled closer to him, burying my face on the crook of his neck. 

“For real this time time, will you be my girlfriend?”

“I’ll think about it”

“Yah don’t be like that, my feelings are fragile too you know” he said acting mad but instead of pushing me away he just pulled me to him more.

If someone asks me to summarize the happenings these past couple of months, I’d only say one word. The first one that comes mind.

Hyuck. Donghyuck. Haechan. 

it’s all the same but he’s the first one that comes to my mind. 

“So boyfriend, should we continue on with the movie” I asked him with a smile. The same way I asked him that night of the party months ago

He smiled at me, putting some space between us. I notice him leaning closer and closer until he rests his forehead on mine. His breath tickling my face making my cheeks burn bright red 

“You okay with this?” Hyuck asked, his voice quiet. Also the same question he asked me that night

Before I could answer him, someone screamed by the door making me jump from my seat

“OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE JENO IS RIGHT”

“Three days!? Three days! You couldn’t last two weeks?”

“WHAT IS HAPPENING” 

The three guy s were all speaking at the same timee, it was pure chaos. 

At this point Hyuck was resting back on the couch with his arm across his face, probably trying to drown his friends out

“Wait, what do you mean Jeno is right?” Hyuck asked, sitting up and looking at his friends skeptically

“Nothing, pizza is on me though if you let us join in on your movie night”

Hyuck was about to say no but I already gestured at the seats and snacks infront of us. It wasn’t my dorm anyways so I couldn’t say no.

“We were having a date night” I hear Hyuck grumble from beside me. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll have other date nights” I told him with a smile, knowing well this won’t be the last. 

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Regis for the “send me a character” list!

AW YEAH THANK YOU!

favorite thing about them: I love how he’s simultaneously extremely eloquent and dignified but he’s also a troublemaker and a rabble-rouser. Like I love that he says he not only thought about becoming a burglar, but that the only reason he didn’t is that he thought it would be boring. He’s so chaotic and I LOVE IT

Least favorite thing about them: This one was really hard, but probably that he seems to kinda to take the world on his shoulders. Like he makes himself responsible for things out of his control and is willing to sacrifice himself and his happiness for others. An example I think of is him essentially torturing himself at Tesham Mutna as a way of repaying Dettlaff. And when we meet Dettlaff for the first time he says he’s working on helping Dettlaff be less bestial as if it's his responsibility and his fault if Dettlaff doesn’t integrate successfully into human society. Idk, I just feel like he’s really hard on himself and doesn’t give himself enough credit.

Favorite line: Okay this is several lines but it’s so Regis and it makes me happy. 

“When speaking of facts, tangible matters, I do indeed strive to express myself precisely and at length. However, when our discussions center on affairs of the intuition or things vampiric, my utterances are indeed towards the taciturn. For even the longest discourse would not allow me to explain to my interlocutor any issue of this purview satisfactorily.”

(side note for below, I think OTP means one true pairing but I have no clue if that's right and if I interpreted the three OTP questions right but here we go) 

brOTP: His friendship with Geralt is such goals. They banter, pick on each other, and yet they’re best friends and each would throw hands for the other. I haven’t gotten to the point in the books where we meet Regis but I am SO EXCITED. And again while I haven’t reached that part yet, I feel like he and Dandelion’s relationship would be super fun too.

OTP: While I don’t really ship characters with other characters, (I'm an x reader xOC kinda gal) I really feel like he and Dettlaff have a relationship that could be suited to a relationship rather than just a friendship. They’re personalities just feel like they would mesh well together in that dynamic. 

nOTP: If it weren’t canon that they’re friends I would never expect him to get along with Orianna. She actively participates in several activities that go against his current moral compass. And while it’s true that he used to do similar things as far as blood-drinking go, he overcame that addiction. It kinda reminds me of when you overcome any addiction and you sometimes have to part ways with the friends you had while you were still addicted because they either don’t understand you getting clean or try to drag you back into it. I kinda feel like she would be one of those friends for him. The game doesn’t say if Regis knows about what she does at the orphanage but if he did, I don’t personally feel that he would be okay it. While she isn’t killing the kids it’s still a really messed up Stockholm situation. Idk though, since he’s also a vampire he may be more empathetic or apathetic towards it especially since she doesn’t kill them. But again, idk I may be totally wrong. Sorry, that turned into an unnecessarily long thing lol.

random headcannon: I definitely headcanon Regis fidgeting when he’s deep in thought/ reading/ studying. Bouncing his knee, fiddling with his fingers, adjusting his clothes, running his tongue across his teeth, tapping his nails on the closest hard surface available, all that stuff. Idk if I’m projecting bc I do those, but the way he always holds and moves his satchel and messes with his gloves makes me feel like he has those tendencies.

Unpopular opinion: This one is kinda weird bc he also gives off mad vibes that he's a boss bitch and he knows it, but I think he has an underlying sense of self-loathing and depression. Living as a higher vampire among humans for eternity while never fully fitting in and having to watch the few mortals you become close to grow old and die would make anyone depressed. He says vampires don’t understand why human cling to life, so it’s not like he ignores that people are going to die, but I feel like it really bothers him that, for example, Geralt will die one day. He also just gives me a feeling of not being happy with himself but burying and masking it. There’s definitely guilt from his younger years but like the little journal he kept by his bed, he questions his choices in life and is at times unsatisfied that he’s chosen to ostracize himself from his peers. I think that may cause some more guilt as well since the opposite is how he used to live when he was young. Idk, I can’t really explain it, and the examples I gave weren’t all of why I think this, but I just feel like he hides self-esteem issues under a guise of eloquence and intellect.

Song I associate with them: Okay don’t laugh, but going by lyrics I think of Boulevard Of Broken Dreams by Green Day. It’s frequently pointed out that he’s a loner and yet he seems to have a hankering for company. And now that I’ve written this down, I now have a vivid image of emo young Regis with black eyeliner and an MCR teeshirt jamming to Green Day.😂

Favorite picture of them: There re a TON of screenshots posted on tumblr that I adore but since I don’t want to repost something, I’ll include my favorite of the ones I’ve taken. (which isn’t a lot I need to work on fixing that. Getting screenshots off my ps4 is a bitch tho lol) I WILL, however, tag some of my favorite blogs that post amazing screenshots and other awesome witcher content. @wholelottatiffy @gharashambles @witcher-not-quitter @mackallackattack @assbuttfromhell

He looks all focused and badass. I also just like how he looks in candlelight.

I do not think the answers were supposed to be this long but boy do I have feelings about Regis lol. Thank you so much for the ask! Also if you follow me and don’t follow @dreamerlavellan, you need to! Both she and hers blog are amazing.

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REDAMANCY

Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

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re·da·man·cy /reh-dah-man-cee/ noun An act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full

a/n: As some of y’all can hopefully tell, I just read Deciphered and am having a serious street racing/car phase hehehehe. Also make sure to support my other platforms!!!!

"Ow, what was that for?" you whined looking up at Kuroo, who had just rudely interrupted your daydream by throwing a little punch to your shoulder. You rubbed the affected area before looking up at Kuroo, giving him a pouty face. He rolled his eyes while grabbing onto the tassel on your graduation cap and moving it from the right side to the left.  

"Stupid, you weren't paying attention." He softly scolded, throwing you a look of disapproval while making sure to keep his voice as low as possible to not interrupt the ceremony.

"Oops!" You smiled cheekily spewing out a soft light-hearted chuckle. You turned your head to listen to the announcer as he started to count down the second you have left before completing the ceremony.

"Three..."

"Ready?" Kuroo asked while nudging your elbow slightly before grabbing onto your right hand, the other slowly rising to his cap, grabbing onto a corner getting ready to toss it.

"Two..."

"No, hehe."

The crowd went wild, all your senses became heightened as you heard deafening screams of joy, while you looked into the sky seeing a hundred caps, along with yours, being thrown into the air like small fireworks. All those caps carrying the stress school has brought you and many others, you felt the relief shoot through your fingers reaching down to your toes. You stood in your spot for a while, feeling relieved as chaos broke out all around you. Looking over at Kuroo, you cracked a large genuine smile towards him in which Kuroo returned.

Your pent-up excitement decided to finally come out of you causing a scream to erupt out of your throat, Your voice filling your ears, as well as Kuroos' and other bystanders. A wave of adrenaline washed over you as your screaming ceased, causing your throat to burn due to the extensive use of your vocal cords. With the adrenaline coursing through your veins you couldn't help but shake with anticipation of what your future will bring to you.

After all, You finally felt-

Free.

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After the ceremony ended, the crowds started to venture out causing you to lose grip of Kuroos hand resulting in you getting separated and lost in the crowds of people, occasionally bumping into passer-Byers before finally weaving your way out to the parking lot. The moon shined down on you as you walked through the parking lot, dodging cars left and right trying to figure out where Kuroo parked before you felt a considerably large hand grab onto your wrist, pulling your figure back in the process only for your back to land on the mystery person chest.

"YOU IDIOT!" You yelled meeting Kuroos cat-like eyes, still shaking from the adrenaline high and you're now frightened conscious.

"Hey, I was just teaching you a lesson to be more alert." He matter-of-factly said, while making quick hand gestures to accommodate his point.

"Yea yea," You rolled your eyes stomping your feet against the concrete while following Kuroo to the parking spot where his car resided in. "Just open this stupid-ass car so we can go get ramen."

"Yes, Ma'am," Kuroo said, doing a little salute before unlocking the car, showing off his signature shit-eating smirk. You rolled your eyes again in acknowledgment before slipping off your graduation gown and cap, tossing it in the back as Kuroo did the same.

Finally arranging your stuff on the car floor and putting on your seatbelt you turned to look at Kuroo.   'Dayum'   You thought, ' He looks like one of those ugly fish things.'  You snickered to yourself while Kuroo plugged in his phone to the AUX, glancing up at you before unlocking his phone.

"What so funny?" He asked in a monotonous voice, eyes glued to his phone as he scrolled through Spotify trying to find a suitable playlist for the current mood.

"Ohhh, nothing." You smiled to yourself while looking out the passenger window watching other people slowly filter out of the parking lot.

Kuroo shrugged as a response before pressing play on his 'Bad Bitch' playlist and tossing his phone into the cupholder. Immediately after, his right foot pressed down on the clutch, using his left hand to switch the gear into 'R' before placing the same hand on the back of your chair to get a better view while backing out. You watched him shift into first gear as he slowly exited the parking lot, the purr of his car staying steady. After sorting through the mess of cars, he merged onto the main road continuously shifting up and down passing all sorts of cars in order to get to your guys' destination quickly.  

You looked out the side window, watching Kuroo drive through the city, flashing neon lights blurring past you. As if the moment wasn't already perfect, 'Boss Bitch' by Doja Cat came on. You and Kuroo shared a small knowing glance as he turned the volume all the way up, bass booming through the busy streets of Tokyo as you both began to scream the lyrics at the top of your lungs. Kuroo started to accelerate even faster, adrenaline pulsating through you guys' veins. You looked over at Kuroo, his eyes fixated onto the road, still singing while he pressed down on the clutch once more, shifting into second gear while turning into a little parking garage located across the street from your destination. Finding the nearest available spot you two hastily jumped out, stomachs taking control of both of your bodies as you two raced across the street trying to get to the little shop as fast as you could, and lucky for you two, there was no one inside.

"Yes!" You breathlessly cheered, taking a moment to crouch down and catch your breath.

"Pfttt, you good?" Kuroo spazzed out laughing at your hunched-over figure, clutching his hands over his stomach in the process.

"Why-huh- quite your - laughing." You panted, breathe coming down your throat cold as ice, burning your esophagus. while your face burned with heat, your cheeks flushing a red color.

"I GOT ASTHMA ASSHOLE!" you shouted, as you weakly punched his shoulder, still trying to get the air into your lungs. Unlike you, Kuroo was the captain of the volleyball team, constantly running laps across the gym, moving back and forth, and jumping. Of course, he didn't trip over his breath or break a sweat. 'GGHrrrR' your stomach decided to wail out as you meekly looked up at him, cheeks reddening even more. Kuroo looked down at you, face laced with amusement at your little tantrum, causing you to playfully punch his shoulder.

"Don't look at me like that! You're hungry too!" You exclaimed, patting down your cheeks to get the redness to go away. Kuroo opened the door for you, but before you could even enter the smell of fresh pork and miso filled your senses, as you entered the warm atmosphere of the small ramen shop you and Kuroo frequented.

"Ah! My favorite regulars, how are you guys?" A sweet middle-aged woman came out from the kitchen. A blob of brown hair sat on top of her head wrinkles pulling at her cheeks, giving you and Kuroo a bright smile.

"Ahh hi, Ms. Sato!" You greeted, Kuroo following with a little wave.

"So what are you two doing out this late at night." She said suggestively wiggling her eyebrows. Ms. Sato has always been under the impression you and Kuroo are dating, based on how close you guys are. No matter how many times you assure her you guys aren't, she still doesn't believe you.

"We actually just graduated, so we came here to celebrate," Kuroo replied.

"Awwww, how fun! Your foods on me tonight, you guys want the usual?"

"Yes, please! Thank you!"

"Of course, you two just sit tight, it'll be ready in a bit." She said, a little jump in her voice as she skipped into the kitchen.

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"Ahh, I'm stuffed!" You exclaimed, sitting back on the bench and holding your stomach as if you had a baby.

"Yeah, I can tell." Kuroo teased, glancing up at you through half-lidded eyes.

"OH SHUT UP!" you exclaimed turning around and hiding your stomach from his view.

"Oh, Kuroo" Ms. Sato cooed, as she made her way over to the table you two were bickering at. "Don't treat your girlfriend like that." You gave her a mini glare, your eyes telling her ' Why would you do that  '

"You're right Ms. Sato, I shouldn't be treating my girlfriend like this. Sorry Y/n," Kuroo said, his cat-like eyes starring into your soul as his smile curled up even more.

"See Y/n you can't keep lying to me about your secret relationship forever." Ms. Sato said, eyes also starring at your soul.

"I-But, - Well-I, wait-"

"Aw I think she's getting tired Ms. Sato, I'm gonna take her home," Kuroo said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Ok sweetie, make sure she gets there safe, don't drive too fast." She said, her momma-bear side kicking in.

"Yes, I will" Kuroo reassured as he stacked up your dirty plates while grabbing onto your waist and hoisting you onto his hips. Your brain did stop working, as Kuroo had said. Your words failed you earlier so you decided just to keep your mouth shut and let the embarrassment eat you away.

"Bye, my little love birds!" Ms. Sato

"Bye, Thank you for the meal," Kuroo replied before jumping a bit to re-adjust you further upon his hips.

"I hate you." You murmured in his shirt, as your senses were filled with his cologne and his button-up shirt. You started to fondle with his tie as he walked across the street and entering the parking garage. He carefully set you down on the concrete floor before opening the passenger door to his 2015 re Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution. As soon as you sank into the seat, Kuroo shut the door before striding over to the driver's side. You lazily yanked your seatbelt out of the holder and plugged it into the buckle as Kuroo jumped in, the following suit. You watched as he got situated, plugging his phone into the AUX and scrolling through his Spotify. He finally selected a song but instead of tossing his phone into the cup holder, he handed it to you.

"Huh?"

"Put on some music you want, only after this song though," Kuroo said with a genuine smile curling at his lips.

"This is new, You never let me have AUX."

"Consider it a congratulations on graduating." He said.

"But you graduated to- Y'know what nevermind." You said with the most perplexed look dancing across your face. Kuroo let out a deep chuckle while pressing down on the clutch, turning off the E-brake and shifting into reverse. You felt the rumble of the car underneath your feet as he pulled out of the parking spot, quickly slamming onto the clutch once again and shifting into first gear while exiting the parking garage.

"Remember what Ms. Sato said!" You teased, referring to Ms. Satos' request for him to drive slowly.

"Yea yea." His gravelly voice came out slightly exasperated. Kuroo  hated  driving slow, just like he  hated  losing volleyball matches. He's one of those guys that has to win at everything, whether it be in the classroom, on the court, or in the street. Instead of looking out the window, you decided to watch Kuroo, how his hands grabbed onto the gear shift, how he revved the car at every stoplight to 'assert' his dominance (at least that's what he thinks of it). Lil Uzi's   XO Tour Life  came on as he sped through the streets of Tokyo, entering Narima city, where both your houses resided.

"My house tonight?" Kuroo asked, turning down the radio.

"Sure."

"Ya need anything?"

"Nah I think I have stuff over there from last time." Kuroo hummed in response, as he downshifted again, turning into his neighborhood. He stayed in first gear while slowly creeping through the quiet neighborhood, trying to keep his car as quiet as he could. The soft rumble of the car was almost like a lullaby, as it was slowly pulling you to sleep. He parked in the street next to his house, pushing down the E-brake and untwisting his keys from the ignitions, unplugging his phone before looking over at you. Your head was leaning back on the leather headrest, your whole body relaxed. Kuroos' lips pulled into a soft smile as he stared at you ' so beautiful...'  he thought before unbuckling his seatbelt and jumping out of the car, careful to not slam the door.

He walked with a little hop in his step as he came to open your door, he carefully bent over you to unbuckle your seatbelt. Slowly, he picked you up out of the seat, now holding you bridal style as he walked around the door, closing it with his back and locking it. Now walking towards his front door, he inserted a different key and nudged it open. Using the same technique he did with his car, Kuroo shut the door with his back then mindfully walked upstairs pushed open his door, and laid you on the bed only to be met with your tired eyes.

"Heh, thanks." You croaked, throat facing the punishment of all the yelling and excitement from the hours prior.

"Of course," Kuroo said, a loving tone laced through his words, eyes softening as he got up to shut his door. It surprised you really, you and Kuroo really weren't dating, or at least haven't made it official.  I've never even kissed the guy, yet we act like a married couple...'   You thought, face scrunching up, as you concentrated on your thoughts ' No wonder Ms. Sato thinks were dating-'

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Kuroo asked

"us." You answered plainly, still half zoned out in thought. Kuroo walked into the closet, picking up two pairs of sweatpants and two shirts.

"What about us?" His voice muffled from the distance.

"Just what Mrs. Sato said, y'know about us dating. I mean we kind of act like we do." You said, watching him walk out of the closet and to one of his dressers.

"Would you wanna date?" His voice sounded a bit guarded as if he were scared of what the next words would be. There was a short pause while he shuffled through his dresser, find a pair of panties you left here.

"Here, my mom washed these from last week."

"Oh, sweet thanks." There's the issue, you two were comfortable with each other. If it was some other guy and girl I'm sure the girl would be screaming right now, but no you two were different, in a good way. You slipped off your dress, completely fine with Kuroo looking, yet he still turned away.

"Haha, why do you still turn away when I get dressed, I told you it was fine remember?" You asked, slipping your bra off and grabbing the black D.A.R.E. shirt Kuroo gave you.

"It just feels wrong I guess." He spoke, voice strained.  'Is he nervous?'  You quickly changed your underwear and pulled up the grey sweats.

"Why? oh, also I'm done." Kuroo opened one eye, quickly glancing behind to see you dressed. He let out a small sigh as he turned around.

"Because I love you and it would just feel weird y'know" You looked at him. Hair even messier than usual, the top three buttons of his shirt were undone, as well as his tie hanging loosely around his neck.

"To answer your question from earlier Kuroo, I would date you!" Honey laced your words as you walked towards him. Slowly reaching your arm out towards his tie, you grabbed onto it making his head come down to your level. Kuroo gazed into your eyes, a genuine smile playing at his lips, eyes flickering down to your lips before meeting your eyes again.

"Fuck you Tetsurou, making me feel shit." You whispered, flicking his forehead and yanking his tie forward causing your lips to meet. Secretly this is your first kiss, so although you looked cool and composed to Kuroo your mind was on the brink of jumping off a cliff. The kiss was sweet? No, it made you feel happy? Like you wanted to run a mile. ' Stupid hormones.'  You pulled away, due to lack of air only to be met with one of Kuroos' shittiest grins.

"Mmm," Kuroo hummed. "You like that?"

"Oh stop being a dick." You rolled your eyes in a teasing way before giving Kuroo a little push and waltzing over to his bed. He took off his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and looked over at you, like a little puppy waiting for its owner to throw a ball.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You giggled, hand covering your mouth.

"can I change?" You started laughing, even more, your other hand flying over your mouth trying your best to contain your laughter.

"Whattttt?" Kuroo whined out, folding his arms and turning his head. "I just wanted to make sure your fine with it."

"I- hahaha- It-It's fine." You spat out, trying your best to breathe.

"y'know what, I'm just gonna change in the bathroom." He smirked walking his petty ass out the door.

"w-wait Kuroo!" You gasped out, crawling on the bed and reaching your arm out. "p-pl-please! I can't!" Your breaths became shaky as you struggled to suck in the air. Legs giving out as you curled up on the bed, shaking grom your suppressed laughs. Kuroo slyly sneaked back into the room, unbeknownst to you and...

"BOO!" Kuroo's deep voice boomed in your ears as he touched your waist.

"AH!" You screamed falling off his bed and onto the floor, still writhing from your continuous laughs.

"STAHP! STAHP! YOUR TORTURING ME I-I- CAN'T!"

"HAHAHA!" Kuroo laughed beside you, finding your reaction so adorable. As you calmed down, finally controlling your breathing again you looked off to see Kuroo, still half-dressed on the floor next to you with half-lidded eyes, staring into yours.

"You like what ya see?" You breathed out, letting a little giggle pass your lips.

"Yea, I fuckin' love it." Now it was Kuroos turn to be bold. He grabbed onto your shirt pulling you on top of him and held your cheek in his hand before grabbing your jaw and pulling you down to meet his lips. This time though, the kiss was different, it was filled with love and something else, yet you couldn't quite put your finger on it. 'Stupid hormones...'   Your hands traveled up his chest, meeting the expensive fabric of his button-down shirt.

As your hands continued to move up, your fingertips met his soft skin, before wrapping your hands around his neck and combing your finger through his dark locks. Kuroo slowly moved his hand from your jaw to the back of your head as well, only he tugged at it a bit, causing you to squeak out of surprise which was the perfect time for Kuroo to slip his tongue in. So he did, tongue entwining with yours, claiming you for the second time that night. The heat of the kiss spread through your body, fast like electricity quickly filling all your senses until you heard the door squeak... You jumped up, heart beating out of your chest as you looked over at the door, ' Shit I thought Kuroos parents were out...'

"Fukuuu~?" Kuroo spoke in a baby voice underneath you. A loud sigh escaped your mouth.

"What? did she scare you~?" Kuroo teased as Fuku, Kuroos black cat walked over to you, placing her two vanilla bean paws on Kuroos check before climbing onto his chest.

"Damn what's up with you guys all up on me, am I comfy or somethin'?"

"Very." You giggled out before shifting and laying your head on Kuroos stomach since the cat currently occupied his chest. You let out a content sigh, snuggling closer into his stomach. Kuroos' hands crawling up your back before combing through your hair once again.

"I love you Kuroo."

"I love you more Y/n."

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"Oh my fuck that hurts," Kuroo whined. You two eventually fell asleep on the floor, accompanied by his cat. Evidently, you and the cat slept great, but Kuroos neck, on the other hand, was suffering greatly from sleeping without the support of a pillow.

"Aweee I'm sorryyy~" You cooed, slowly massaging his neck, trying your best to relieve the pain. "- if it makes ya feel any better, I haven't slept better in years."

Kuroo looked at you with an are-you-serious face, before his features became washed out with love, eyes softening as his lips curled. He pulled you into a quick kiss, before pulling away and replying,

"I'm glad.

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I´m Todd - Tom Holland x Reader

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[Don´t repost on other websites without asking!] [Warnings: It´s an older one?] [Storyline: You´re a huge fan of the triology Chaos Walking and reading. But you don´t really watch many movies, you´re knowledge of actors is hardly there. You´re best friend from New Zealand, who you are visiting currently, is the complete difference. When the two of you meet Tom Holland at the beach, you don´t know who he is.] “I missed spending time with you, (Y/N)! Why don´t you just move over here?,” your best friend asked you. You were sitting at the beach in Tauranga, which was a town in New Zealand, on the North Island precisely. “You know, I´ve got a university place in London already. As much as I´d like to stay here, studying there has always been my dream and I´m not gonna give up upon my dreams. I´ll come back after, I promise,” you answered smiling at your friend. You looked at the surfboards next to you. You went here for a relaxed day and to go surfing, which you did a little earlier and which you wanted to do again soon. You were just taking a small break because you had lunch and ended up talking a little. You missed your best friend a lot the time you weren´t able to live close to her. She jumped up. “Lets go back to the water, shouldn´t we?,” she asked motivated. You nodded. “Sure,” you responded, grabbing your board and following her down the beach towards the water front. You´ve been surfing for a while before heading back towards land and your belongings. What you didn´t realize was, that a boy, probably a little bit older than you, was watching you. Two younger boys, twins, were sitting next to him, talking. You and your best friend just sat down, when the boy who was watching you approached. The twins watched him walking up to you and your best friend. The boy was Tom Holland, a really famous actor, what your best friend realized immediately. She took your hand for a second, gaining your confused gaze. You weren´t that big on actors and really didn´t watch many movies after all, you wouldn´t recognize the boy infront of you. “Hey, sorry, I just, I watched you two surfing. You´re pretty good and I wanted to ask, if you mind giving me some tips,” he said a little shy. While he was talking, he wouldn´t stop looking at you, what made your best friend chuckle a little. You nodded, watching the boy. “Maybe, we could go for an Ice cream and talk a little,” the boy continued. Your best friend next to you got up. “You have to do that without me. It´s getting late already, I need to babysit later,” she said, packing up her stuff. “But you two have fun!,” she added. She just stayed in her togs, slipped into her jandals and put her towel around her shoulders. She grabbed her bag. “I´ll see you later at home,” she said waving. And then she just left. You looked back at the boy in an awkward manner. “That was really awkward, I´m sorry. She´s usually not like that,” you said, trying to make the whole situation less awkward. “If you want to, I´m still up for some ice cream, if you wanted to join me, you´re welcome to,” he said in a really sweet way. You get up and grab your stuff. “I´m in,” you responded. The boy smiled. “I´m (Y/N) by the way! And you are?,” you introduced yourself. He looked at you slightly confused, but just for a second before he went back to smiling. “I´m Todd,” he introduced himself. You smile: “Just like one of the characters in Chaos Walking!”. “Have you watched the movie?,” he asked slightly panicking. “No, I´m not really a movie person. Read the books though. It´s a pretty good triology,” you respond without paying attention to him getting nervous about it. You and Todd started walking towards the ice cream shop near the harbour. You realized some people looking at Todd but he was kinda cute, so why wouldn´t they? “Thank you for inviting me, Todd, but you didn´t have to do that. I can totally pay an ice cream,” you said as he sat down next to you and placed your ice infront of you. You felt a little bit bad about the fact that you just got invited by someone you barely even knew. “It´s fine, no worries,” he replied smiling. You couldn´t help but smile yourself. After you finished, you and Todd walked slowly back to the beach talking about yourselves. “So, when you´re just here on a holiday, where are you from then?,” he asked. “I´m from (your home country), but I´m moving to London in Summer to study,” you answered. “And you?,” you then added. “You´re moving to London? That´s amazing, that´s where I live. Though, I´m traveling a lot,” he replied sounding really happy. “Do your parents have a lot of money? Because, this is the first trip I´ve done since I was 16 and before that I never actually left home, because we haven´t got that much money and I usually don´t get to travel that often,” you said, looking a little sad. “Oh, sorry, I really didn´t mean to brag- It´s because of my job, it allows me to travel a lot,” he responded and really sounded sorry. “No worries, I don´t mind. People live in different circumstances, that is just how it is. What do you work as then?,” you said, trying to pep up the mood a little. “Ah- I´m a photographer! I get paid for traveling and taking pictures,” Todd explained to you. “That sounds amazing! I imagine that is probably the best job someone could have!,” you said excited. “It is pretty amazing. What about you? What do you want to study when you´re in London?,” he asked. You smile: “I always dreamed about becoming an actress, so I applied to a lot of different Art school. I got into RADA though after all. Couldn´t have asked for more.” “Royal Academy of Dramatic Art? You must be a pretty good actress,” Todd answered. “I don´t know how I did it either,” you responded laughing. “But, I thought you didn´t watch movies. So why drama?,” Todd asked. “I might not like to watch movies, but I´m reading a lot. I love imagine playing characters from the book I´m reading and also, I always loved stage performances in school,” you explained. Todd just nodded and the two of you continued walking down the beach. When you arrived back at the towel where the twins were still sitting you realized that you hadn´t talk to them. You were just so focused on Todd, it was accidentally. “Oh, hey, you two are here with Todd? Sorry, I haven´t introduced myself properly before leaving with your companion,” you said a little embarrassed. Todd, who stood behind you, looked pleading at the twins, which you weren´t able to see since you were facing the twins instead of Todd. “It´s totally fine. We weren´t coming over to introduce ourselves either and we should have. So, let´s just do that now. I´m Sam and that´s Harry,” he introduced him and his twin. “They are my younger brothers,” Todd added, walked past you and sat down. “Feel free to sit down,” Harry said chuckling. You took a seat next to Todd. After just sitting and talking for a while you realized it was getting close to 5 PM. You needed some time to get back to your best friends house and her mum wanted you to be home for dinner in time, so you decided it might be the best thing, to get going. “Actually, it was amazing with you guys, you´re so nice, but I think I might need to head back to my friends place. Her mum´s preparing dinner and I don´t want to be late,” you said, looking a bit sad. “Do you want me to walk you?,” Todd asked immediately. You looked at his brothers: “If it´s alright with your brothers, I´d actually like that.” The twins nodded before Todd was even able to answer. Todd grabbed your stuff for you and you two started walking down the road. “It´s a 30 minutes walk though, I hope you don´t mind. You can totally stay her, if you don´t want to come, that´s totally fine,” you said not wanting to drag Todd with you. “No, it´s fine really. I can just take the bus back,” he replied and smiled. Todd was so nice and you two were already like you´ve known each other for ages. The time until you reached your friends home seemed to fly and you reached your destination way too soon. “Hey, I´ll just give you my phone number, alright? I´m going to stay here for two more weeks, maybe you´re up to go surfing together or do something else,” Todd said while holding on to your hand. “Sure, I´d love to,” you replied, giving Todd your phone so he can save his number. He gave it back to you. You put the phone back into your pocket. As soon as you had your hand back at the front Todd pulled you into a hug. And he was a pretty good at giving hugs. As soon as he let go of you, you turn around walking towards your friends house. You waved one last time, before getting welcomed back home by the loud barking of your best friends dog. After dinner, you were sitting on your best friends bed. The mattress you were sleeping on was on the floor next to it, but except for when you slept, you didn´t really use it. Your best friend was looking though her DVDs on the shelf. In that point she was the opposite of you. She loved watching movies and she probably owned as many DVDs as you owned books. “Do you even know who the boy was?,” she asked. You nodded though she couldn´t see it: “Todd of course.” “I don´t know who Todd is supposed to be, but I can tell you that the boy is not called Todd,” your friend replied, still looking for a certain DVD. “Yes he is. Why would he lie about his name?,” you said sticking with what you knew. “No, he´s not. Maybe he lied about his name, because he´s a pretty famous actor and when he realized that a cute girl like you didn´t know who he was, he just used that chance? I mean, he obviously likes you,” your friend explained. You looked at her: “He´s a famous actor? You´re messing with me right now, aren´t you?” Your best friend threw a DVD onto the bed. You picked at up, looking at the cover ´Spider-Man Homecoming´. The cover showed Spider-Man and Iron Man, two heroes from the Marvel Universe you knew from the comics your dad had in his office. Underneath it showed the name of three actors. Micheal Keaton, Tom Holland and Robert Downey Jr. You knew who Robert Downey Jr was, your mum was a huge fan of him, but you had never heard of the other two. You friend grabbed the DVD out of your hand and flipped over the DVD. And when you looked at the page that was facing you now you see what your friend meant. This boy, Todd, or whatever his name was, stood there in the middle. Surrounded by Robert Downey Jr and a few people you didn´t knew. “That boy, his name is Tom Holland, he´s playing Spider-Man in the Marvel Cinematic Universe and Todd Hewitt in Chaos Walking,” your friend explained. “That´s just a Doppelganger. You know how people have other looking exactly like them? That´s what happened here,” you tried to talk yourself into believing what you said. Which you didn´t really, but there was still a chance, wasn´t there? “The twins, his younger brothers that were with him. They were called Sam and Harry, right?,” your friend asked you, sitting back down next to you. You nodded slightly. She grabbed her phone, opening Instagram and looking something up. Then she passed her phone over to you. The Account @samholland1999 had posted a picture with him, Sam, Todd, a younger boy you had never seen, a man, who was probably their dad, and a woman that you identified as their mum. And Todd´s tag on the picture said @TomHolland2013. You breathed heavily. Your and your best friend ended up watching Spider-Man Homecoming, though you didn´t really concentrate on the movie. Instead, you were texting with Todd. Or Tom. You weren´t too sure about it all, but you decided you wouldn´t tell him for now, because you did like him a lot and you didn´t want to mess everything up. “Hey, it´s it alright if I go surfing with Todd tomorrow?,” you asked you friend who was lying next to you. “Sure, but his name is Tom, you know?,” she responded. “I know, but I don´t want to destroy this,” you answered. “You like him, don´t you?,” your friend teased you. “No, I spent all afternoon with him, because I can´t stand him!,” you replied sarcastically.  “You know what I meant,” your friend said, trying to stay serious, but her voice was hinting that she was about to laugh. “I might like him, yes,” you admit. “I knew it!,” your friend yelled. “Keep it down!,” her mum yelled from the living room. You two started laughing. As soon as you finished the movie your friend looked at you, waiting for your opinion. “It was- good,” you said, trying to overplay that you didn´t pay that much attention to the movie. You friend still got what was going on. “You weren´t paying attention, were you?,” she aksed chuckling. You nodded. “I just don´t really like watching movies and it was weird seeing the boy I spent all afternoon with,” you explained. “How does it feel to date an actor?,” your friend asked, causing you to blush. “We´re not dating. And it doesn´t matter whether he´s an actor or a teacher, it´s the personality that matters!,” you answered. “You´re totally into him!,” you´re best friend said sounding like she had just proven something. You blush a little and your best friend took you into her arms. “That´s amazing! You deserve to be happy!,” she replied. “Do you think he feels the same way about me?,” you asked. What if he didn´t? Maybe he was only spending time with you to talk about surfing. Or he spent time with me, because he finally could make friends the way he used to make friends before he became an actor. “I don´t know. But no stress, you´ll figure it out since you´ll probably be spending some more time together. He doesn´t hate you, otherwise he wouldn´t have asked you if you´d like to meet him again!,” she responded. You nodded. If he hated you, he wouldn´t want to hang out with you. But he wanted to. As soon as the doorbell rang, you grabbed your bag and you and your best friend walked down the hallway. You´re were already dressed up for surfing, while your friend was still in usual cloth since she´ll be heading off to work soon. Not that you would admit it, but you were kind of excited. You´re best friend reached the door a little before you and opened it. Todd stood in front of it, like you would´ve guessed anyways, smiling past your friend towards you. And of course, you smile back. “Are we ready to go?,” he asked pointing with his finger towards a small van behind him. The twins, Sam and Harry sat there and the three people you knew from Sam´s Instagram post and whose names you weren´t able to recall. “Sure,” you answered, hugging your best friend as a goodbye. Then you rushed past her, towards Todd who hugged you as well. The two of you made your way towards the van and he opened the door so you can hop in. He then sat down next to you. Opposite you the twins sat and in the middle the youngest of the siblings. Todd´s parents were in the front. “This is (Y/N), she is probably the most amazing surfer I´ve ever seen,” Todd introduced you singing praises. You blush a little: “I´m not that good, I don´t want you guys to expect to see the world champion on the board.” “You are pretty good!,” Todd disagreed. The boys started laughing. “I´m Patrick, but please call me Paddy. I´m Todd´s little brother,” he explained. Since Todd was obviously sticking with faking his identity, you decided to not destroying it either. “And these are our parents,” Sam said, pointing towards his parents behind him. “You can call me Nikki and that´s my husband Dom,” Todd´s Mum said. “Nice to meet you, (Y/N),” she added. You smiled: “It´s so nice to meet you guys too!” “I know, we wanted to go surfing, but the waves aren´t too good today, so we though about visiting Waimarino Adventure Park instead. I hope your up for that too,” Todd explained to you. “Sure, I´d love to. I haven´t been there in ages!,” you answered. “Todd told us a lot about you yesterday night.  Seems like he really likes you!,” Paddy said suddenly. “We´ve just met yesterday and (Y/N) seems like a girl I´d be friends with,” Todd said fast. You giggled a little. “What?,” Todd asked. “You just seem like a boy I´d be friends with.” As soon as you arrived, Todd jumped out of the van and ran around the car to open the door for you. You gladly took his hand, allowing him to help you out of the van. “You want to go kayaking?,” Todd asked. You nodded, you loved kayaking almost as much as surfing. “You two have fun! I´m pretty sure we´ll find you again later,” his mum answered. The two of you nodded and went down the opposite direction from his family to where they had kayak´s. After Todd and you got a kayak, he helped you getting in. Then he took the seat behind you, which caused the kayak to shake a little. “Don´t make us fall over, please,” you laughed. “I´m sitting already, no worries,” Todd assured you, before handing you a paddle. The two of you started paddling onto the lake. To your left you had the other parts of the adventure park. It was more like a water park and looked pretty fun. “You seem like the sporty kind of girl,” Todd said from behind. You tried to turn around so you can face him while answering. “Well, not really, I just really enjoy things like surfing, kayaking or swimming. And only as long as I´ve got people with me that I like,” you explained. “So you like me?,” Todd asked, laughed slightly. “Maybe I do. I guess you´ll never know,” you chuckled. Todd tried to tickle you and you started to dodge his attacks. This was shaking the kayak enough to capsize. “Tom!,” you yelled before landing in the water. You were glad you were wearing a life jacket and that you didn´t wear something heavy. As you resurfaced you looked out for Todd, who just came back to the surface, not too far from you. He looked at you, laughing a little. You joined in, but it didn´t last for long. Something seemed to suddenly came into his mind. “You- you know who I am?,” he stuttered. “Yeah, you are Todd, we´ve been spending a little time together,” you answered. “No- that´s not- that´s not, what I was talking about. You called me Tom!,” he said. “Shit,” you muttered. Tom heard you anyway. “You lied to me! You knew who I am! I just hoped to find someone who liked me for my character and not for the acting! I should´ve know better!,” he yelled at you now. You felt tears coming up. “You don´t talk to me about lying. You are the one who couldn´t even tell me his name! At least, I didn´t lie about any fact about myself. And to your information, I didn´t knew who you were when we met. I didn´t knew who you were when we spent the afternoon together. My friend told and showed me. And I decided to pretend I didn´t know because I didn´t want to destroy what we had. Because, believe it or not, I like you! I wanted us to be friends and I didn´t want the acting thing coming between us,” you yelled back, starting to swim towards the land, leaving Tom with the kayak. You weren´t swimming back to where you came from. Instead you swam to a little forest which was a lot closer to you. As you arrived, you made your way out of the water, trying not to step on something since you were barefoot. You were soaking wet, but it was pretty warm, so you would probably just dry off in the sun. As you found a tree, which was hanging slightly into the water, you took off your life jacket sitting down and dipping your feet in the water. Tom was still out on the lake, struggling with the kayak. You didn´t know how to feel. Somehow you felt sorry for yelling, but he was being unfair towards you as well. He was finally back in the kayak, looking for someone. You figured out who he was looking for just a couple of seconds later. He spotted you, grabbed one of the paddles that were laying in the boat with him now. He paddled your way. As he reached the tree you were sitting on, he tried to figure out a way to climb next to you. “A little help would be nice!,” he said, holding out his hands and hoping for you to help. Instead you just ignored him. Somehow he managed to climb up next to you. Without either of you realizing, the kayak started to slowly drift away. “Look, I am sorry. I really am. I shouldn´t have yelled at you. I didn´t have a good reason to do so, I was just scared. I really like you and I felt like maybe, you liked me for being an actor. And that isn´t an excuse, I know that, I just panicked,” he tried to apologize. You looked at him, still tears in your eyes. “Look, Tom, I didn´t know who you were. My friend showed me. And even after, I didn´t care. It doesn´t matter whether you´re an actor, a prince or a gardener. I like you for your character,” you said. “And you are right for being mad and not forgiving me, because I was behaving stupid. And I´m really sorry,” Tom kept on apologizing. “I was wrong for not telling you that I figured out who you were either. I like you, I still do. Maybe, we can start all over?,” you suggested. Tom smiled: “Sure. I´m Tom! Nice to meet you!” “I´m (Y/N), it´s a pleasure meeting you too. By the way, our kayak is heading back without us,” you laughed. Tom looked around, realizing you were right. He jumped back into the water. You put on your life jacket and followed him. When you finally reached the kayak, you were struggling to catch your breath. Swimming with a life jacket wasn´t that easy. Tom laughed a little. “I really like you,” you said suddenly. Tom looked at you in shock. “Sorry, I shouldn´t have, I just thought, maybe-,” you were cut off by Tom. He swam over and pressed his lips onto yours. “I really like you too, (Y/N).” When you got back to Tom´s family, the two of you were holding hands. “Oh, something has happened! Maybe, I should get my crush to go kayaking with me as well,” Sam joked. Harry started laughing. “I don´t think that will help,” Tom laughed before kissing you on the forehead. “Stop being so mean, Todd,” Harry said. You looked at Tom. “You can actually stop calling him Todd. I know who he is,” you explained. “Better that way. I didn´t like him lying to the girl he likes anyway. Lying is never a good start,” his mum said. You smiled, thinking about rather not telling them what happened exactly. After you, Tom and his family had lunch, you get finally changed out of clothes that were dried by now into your togs. Tom took your hand and dragged you towards the Lake. As you reached the lake, he pushed you into the lake before jumping after you. You resurface, laughing and looking towards Sam and Harry, who jumped in after the two of you. You were swimming and messing around for a couple of hours and it was getting late already when you left the water. “They´ve got a beach party here tonight,” Tom said, looking at you. You laughed: “That was random.” “Sorry, that was more like a, do you want to be my date?,” he responded. You nodded. “Of course!” “I was just about to ask her the same question!,” Sam said, making you laugh.  “Well, she´s my girlfriend, so she would´ve said no anyway, right?,” questioned Tom. “Who knows,” you teased, before Tom started tickling you. You kept on messing around for a little longer and got changed after. Loud music was already playing, though it wasn´t dark yet. You sat down together with the Hollands and ate dinner, before Tom and you were making your way over to the dance floor. The two of you sat down next to it in the sand. Tom put his arm around you and you were putting his head onto his breast. “Today was exciting,” Tom said. “And perfect,” you answered. The two of you started out onto the lake. Suddenly, the DJ started playing perfect by Ed Sheeran. You could feel Tom moving and you lifted up you head. He got up and held out his hand towards you. “May I have this dance?,” he asked. You nodded, took his hand and let him drag you onto your feet before following him onto the dance floor. Throughout the following weeks, Tom and you went out on several dates, but eventually, he had to leave again. The two of you tried to spent as much time together as you could. You went out for dinner, watched a movie, went dancing and surfing together. But the time went by way to fast. Just two weeks later, the two of you stood at the airport together with his family. You were each others arms and holding each other tight, trying not to cry. At least, you did, while Tom tried to keep to a positive attitude. “We´ll see each other again in no time. Just 8 more month. And we can always visit each other!,” he tried to make you smile. You cracked a little smile: “Yes, but I thought you were going to Canada to film The Answer And The Ask in two month. I might not be an actress, but  I´m sure you won´t be back in London, when I arrive. And I can´t visit you before, I need to save the money for studying,” you answered upset. “We will be fine, (Y/N)! We skype all the time and I make sure to get off so I can come to pick you up from the airport when you arrive in London!,” he replied, pulling you even closer. “I promise,” he added. You nodded slightly, while listening to his heart beating in his chest. You two stood there for another few minutes. Harry was taking a couple of pictures of the two of you that Tom promised to send you and to have with him wherever he´ll go. “Tom, I think, we have to leave now,” Dom said. You started to feel tears in your eyes. Tom pulled you a little closer again, if that was even possible, before letting go of you. Then, he grabbed his bag from Sam, who had to hold his own, Tom´s and Harry´s bag at the same time. He kissed you, before following his family. Your best friend, who came to the airport with you, started hugging you, while you were watching Tom and his family walking through the security check. He waved one last time, before walking around the corner. ´I´m going to see you again soon!´ you thought to yourself. “That is such a cute story. And you´ve been in a relationship for exactly 6 years today, right?,” Jimmy Kimmel asked you. You smiled: “Yes, it´s been 6 magical years since we admitted our love for each other. And I´m still as happy as I was when we did.” “I can see that. Sadly, you aren´t able to spend your anniversary together this year,” Jimmy said. You frown a little: “Yeah, Tom is filming overseas in Singapore currently and wasn´t able to get a couple of days off. But I don´t mind. I´m sad we can´t be together, but it´s his job and I wouldn´t love him less just because he´s away working.” “You two are really meant to be. And of course the people see that. That´s why not only me, but a lot of your fans tried to do everything possible to get your Tom over here. And we succeeded.” You started to cry about that, not even completely aware of what just happened. The audience started cheering and you turned around, seeing your boyfriend standing there. You were barely even able to see through the tears of happiness streaming down your face when you run towards your boyfriend. Toms fans did this. Those people you thought would hate you. And your fans did this. Tom embraced you. You kissed him, getting even happier having your boyfriend this close to you now. When he let go of you, he looked at you, his eyes glistened. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N). We´ve known each other for 6 years now and I couldn´t be happier about meeting you in the first place. You are my one and only, you are the person who cheers me up, when I´m down, the person who would cuddle I can cuddle with for hours. I love falling asleep next to you in the evening and waking up next to you in the morning. You are the most amazing person I could´ve met and I don´t ever want to be without you again,” he said. You couldn´t stop crying, you were probably the happiest person on the planet. Suddenly Tom kneeled down. You couldn´t believe it. The audience started screaming as he pulls out a small black box. He opened it and held it out towards you. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N) would you marry me?,” he asked. You nodded, still crying. “Y-yes,” you said though barely able to say anything at all. Tom took your hand, pushing the ring onto it, before putting the box back into his pocket. Then he took you in his arms again, holding you close and kissing you. He was crying as well. The whole audience was standing, clapping and cheering and when you finally calmed back down you could see some of them even crying. Jimmy Kimmel was clapping as well. “I hope I´ll be invited to your wedding!,” Jimmy joked. You laughed: “Sure thing!” Tom took your hand. “Since I knew about this I have of course something planned as a present. In hope you´d say yes,” Jimmy said before looking from the two of you back to the audience. “Please give it up for Ed Sheeran, playing Perfect, the song those two had their first dance to!” You felt tears coming up again. This evening coulnd´t possibly get better than this. Tom holds out his hand. “May I have this dance?,” he asked gentleman-like just how he did the first time he asked you to dance. You took his hand. “I love you.”

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If you're still taking requests for bad things happen bingo, how about Virgil x Mel + natural disaster? - theportalwedeserve

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Some quick notes before I start - This is my first shot at writing both Virgil AND Mel, and honestly? I have no idea how I did, so feedback from those who actually have written these guys/know more about them then I do/ etc. is always appreciated! Sorry if it’s not quite up to snuff! Secondary sorry that this took so long, I wrote this during my study-breaks for my midterms (which start this Thursday and I’m ahsdkfjhsjf). This was also originally gonna be WAY shorter but I’m a mess lmao. 

This fic is best enjoyed listening to Gymnopedie No. 1 and Cherche La Rose on loop. Sorry this wasn’t angstier, I wanted to write some comfy stuff ‘cause it’s cold out. 

The two of them were always regarded as an oddball couple, woodsy folk who lived a mile or so out of town in a little log-cabin they’d built themselves with the extra hands of whoever wanted to help - which was, evidently, the entirety of the little community of Laurel River.

It made sense, at least to Virgil. Though he couldn’t help but think of himself as the most “other” person there - Hah, I’m calling myself a person, now. - he seemed to fit right in. Hard workers with practical genius and warmth he’d never seen down in the salt mines. He supposed you had to be a certain kind of person to work at Aperture, and those types didn’t have a predisposition to warmth, now did they?

Speaking of, the warmth was only really metaphorical. The weather hadn’t gotten above freezing in weeks, the days got shorter and shorter, and with no real work that could get done with the ground and the river frozen, the town and its inhabitants got rather sleepy.

A cold, cold wind blew over a mostly-empty town square as Virgil stepped into the little general store for the groceries.

“Hey, Lil,” Virgil said, closing the door behind him as softly as he could.

“Hello to you too, Virgil! How’s the weather out there?” Lily asked, without turning around. She was an older woman, soft spoken and gentle. She made lovely bouquets in the summer and spring, with a garden to kill or die for.

“Bad,” He said, pulling his neatly folded list out of his pocket, “Cold, windy, cloudy.”

“Oh dear,” She said, still re-organizing the things behind the counter, “Well that sounds about right. There’s supposed to be a storm coming, a big blizzard. First of the season.”

Blizzard.

Virgil knew what those were, knew that they were big screw-off storms with strong wind and snow that made it so you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. He knew that blizzards took down trees and power lines and covered up solar panels in a foot-and-a-half of snow. Sounded like a recipe for losing power, or worse, their house getting destroyed.

He frowned, one by one grabbing the things off the shelves and putting them into a canvas bag he’d gotten when he first came into town. Flour, sugar, milk, eggs, brussels sprouts, carrots, leek, butternut squash, ‘any herbs you can get your hands on’…

He put the worry out of his mind. The clearing the cabin sat in was far enough away that a few trees coming down wouldn’t be a terrible issue. The house kept the heat well and he’d be willing to trudge a ways into the woods for more firewood if they lost power and ran out. They could camp out in the living room and snuggle to stay warm, or maybe…

Well, that assumed either of them would be willing to get their clothes off. Unlikely, given the predicted circumstances, but a nice thought nonetheless.

Virgil set his things down on the front counter one by one, lost in his unlikely-but-still-nice-thoughts about the days to come, just the two of them, snowed in together.

“Name the kid after me,” Lily said with a pleasant smile.

“Wha- Good lord, Lil!”

She laughed, took the money from the counter and handed him back a few bucks in change. “Seriously, you kids be safe, and don’t you hesitate to come to town if something happens.”

“We’ll be sure of it. Thanks, Lily.” He slowly loaded all his things into his bag.

“Any time, Virgil. Have a nice evening, honey.”

He pushed the door open, waving as he walked out. “You too!”

And then once more he was out in the cold. A gust of wind blew in his face, stinging his eyes and making them water. That might be the only thing he missed about being a core, his fantastic inability to feel most external stimuli, and with that, his inability to feel the cold stiffening his fingers, making him regret not wearing his gloves.

It was gonna be a long trudge home.

Virgil came home a few minutes out from frostbite as the sun was starting to set. He huffed as he gently set down the bag on the floor by the front door, kicked off his shoes carelessly, and wondered how long it’d take before his ears stopped burning and feeling returned to his face.

The smell of bread wafted through their small home, coupled by hot cocoa floating in beside it.

“Making something, Mel?”

She hummed. “You were taking a mighty long time out there,” She said, moving through the kitchen slowly, leisurely. “Thought it might be nice to come home to something hot to drink.”

“You’re my savior, you know that, right?”

Mel giggled. “You’ve said so on more than one occasion.” She set two cups down on their modest kitchen table, filling them with the cocoa. “What’s the news from in town?”

“We’ve got a blizzard coming in,” He said, walking towards her “That’ll be your first snow in over a hundred years!”

“It’ll be your first snow ever.” She handed him a cup of cocoa and leaned back against the kitchen counter to drink the other herself.

He took it in both hands, taking a long sip, letting the sweet drink warm him. “Mmm… This is good.”

“Thank you.”

“But personality cores are based on, well… Personalities. They were all people, once, including me,” Virgil said, “Don’t remember any of it, but I bet you I saw snow back then.”

“I still don’t get how you’re supposed to pour a person into a box, and then have that box… Do things,” She said, flatly.

“Mel, we own a computer.”

“Yeah, and I like it, but that doesn’t mean I understand it. Last I checked, TV’s were the size of our oven and only played blurry and in black and white. It’s just after the apocalypse, and we got color and crystal-clear pictures.”

Virgil shrugged. “Fair point.”

The storm came early that morning, before first light of dawn and well before either of them woke. Virgil vaguely remembered sleepily arguing for Mel to stay in bed, to sleep another hour or two with him, before being given a pillow to hug instead as she went about her morning without him. She only actually woke him up some time later, gently shaking him awake to a dark bedroom.

“Power’s out, Virgil,” Mel said, “Virgil, wake the hell up.”

“Huh?”

“The power’s-” Mel was cut off by a clap of thunder that rattled through the small house, startling Virgil fully awake.

“What the fuck-” Virgil shot up in bed, grabbing Mel’s hands almost instinctively for support.

“Looks like it’s a thundersnow,” Mel said thoughtfully.

“A what?”

Another clap of thunder, accompanied by a flash of lightning. Virgil yelped in surprise, this time, earning him a comforting hand on his shoulder from Mel. “You alright?”

“Fine!” He squeaked, “Just fine.”

“Well, the power’s out,” She said, “So if we’re gonna make breakfast, it’ll have to be over the fireplace.”

“Do you need a hand with that?” He kicked his legs over the edge of bed, planting his feet on the ground and stretching up.

“I can get the fire set up and all that-” Mel cringed as his back cracked.

“Sorry.”

“Not a problem, not a problem,” She said, dismissively. “Could you make that stew of yours, though?”

Oh. The stew. He’d made it over the fireplace, once or twice before, with decent success. Not that it was particularly difficult to make, more or less a “sear some stuff and then leave it alone for three hours” type of situation.

He wanted to say no, anyways. Last time he did it, he burned his wrist on the pot and he still had a little scar from it. It was dangerous and difficult to cook over the fireplace, but Mel looked so hopeful and she loved that stew…

“Yeah, alright,” He said, “I can do that.”

Mel sweeped him up into a hug, pressing kisses to his face indiscriminately. “You’re the best,” She said, after landing one right on his eyelid, “Easily the best.”

“That’s high praise coming from my savior.”

When he actually got a chance to look outside, it was a little astonishing. He could hear the wind whistling almost constantly, or the odd clap of thunder in the distance, but he had no idea just how nasty it was, out there.

The world was covered in a haze of white, he couldn’t see the trees of the backwoods or the river that ran through the area they designated as their backyard. It was almost spooky, like the house itself had been isolated from the rest of the world.

He turned his attention back to the cutting board, back to cutting the vegetables they had on hand. Mel was curled up on the couch in their modest living room, warm and cozy by the fire she’d just started, reading something by the soft light of the window.

Yeah, burning his arm again would be worth it, if it came to that. Definitely. Mel worked too hard, too long, too sustained almost constantly. She had no ‘off’ switch, though, he supposed, that is what got them out of Aperture and into town in the first place.

Virgil dropped the vegetables into the almost cauldron-like cooking pot, letting them sizzle satisfyingly. The browned meat sat in a little bowl next to the pot, along with all the stock anyone could ever need. He absentmindedly stirred things around, more aware of Mel’s contented humming than he was his own hands.

Luckily, he didn’t burn himself, this time.

As if on auto-pilot, he put everything left in the pot, one by one, with the exception of the random assortment of root vegetables he’d throw in towards the end. He poured in the stock, covered the pot, and turned to Mel, who opened her blanket and patted the spot next to her.

“Kept your seat warm for you.” She said, grinning.

“Think I could stand to take a nap?”

“I’ll wake you up in two hours,” She said, “Stew smells great, by the way.”

“Thanks, love,” Virgil said, grabbing an extra blanket and curling himself up next to her, falling asleep in her lap.

Virgil woke up to the smell of stew and the sound of bowls being shifted around in the kitchen.

“Mel?” He called to nowhere in particular. Did I wake up in time to add the parsnip?

“You didn’t wake up, I handled the rest of it,” She said, almost reading his mind, “Stew’s done, if you’re hungry.” She handed him a bowl, as he sat up, complete with a piece of toast with butter. She dug in without waiting, putting a spoonful in her mouth and sighing with pleasure. “Christ, this is good…”

He looked down into his bowl, contemplative.

The world was scary, wasn’t it? Terrifying. There was a blizzard out there that could’ve probably killed him, back when he was a core, that would’ve definitely killed him if he was out there, now.

But he wasn’t.

He was warm and safe, in his own home, just him and Mel. Larger than that, they came off the heels of a war, and they were better for it. Would Laurel River have helped them build their home, been so kind as to open their doors for them before the war?

He didn’t think so. From what Mel said about the world, back then, they’d have had white picket fences up and would’ve judged ‘em both for how they dressed and acted, when things were ‘improper’ - whatever that meant. 

He couldn’t help but thank the maker that he was alive, really alive, then. In his home, with the love of his life, safe and warm and eating stew.

He ripped off a small piece of bread and dunked it into the stew, taking his first bite before it went cold. 

She was right, it was pretty good.

[hysteriamodes]

Coloring in grey scale

So, hey, this is somewhat of a tutorial for those curious about some of my coloring and blending. I made this especially for anyone younger than me and is exploring digital art, but this is also for others who are curious about what I do. I love reading other artist’s comments and looking at their WIPs, so why not.

Another reminder: if you’re looking for my artwork, please follow @rainbow-illness and not this blog. All of my finished stuff goes there; usually, my works in progress (WIPs) or Angry Doodle Corner go here. Sometimes I use this blog to repost my art, but that is my official art blog, no this one. Not unless you like nonsensical posting and metal, then have at it. If you have any questions, don’t be afraid to hit me up, I love talking about art.

So I can’t always sit down and talk about my processes and how I go about doing them, but I was able to sit down and take some screencaps while I was working on my iPad Pro. Using the iPad is actually my first choice to draw on because of the convenience of carrying it around like a sketchbook, whereas my laptop isn’t always easy to carry around--it’s a big laptop. While I use my iPad, I also like to go back and correct things, recolor, re-proportion, or spend more time privately working on a drawing. I have my iPad with me, all the time, so I’m out in places usually like Starbucks doing this. I also struggle with pretty bad PTSD and agoraphobia, so having my iPad out with my headphones on gives me an excuse to put my mind elsewhere to calm down.  My family just usually looks at me and goes “oh, she’s working on her art again”; I did this as a kid, too, only with sketchbooks.

I do not have a Cintiq either, though I would absolutely love one. This laptop is capable of using a stylus, but I think I need a better one to do it with. All I’m using is a cheap Wacom Bamboo tablet that I’ve had for five years, that’s it. Everything I’ve done on this blog has been on a small surface. So if you’re just dabbling into art, don’t beat yourself up for having the small stuff, I’ve worked with small stuff and still do. The only thing I have that’s not small is, well, the space and processor on my laptop are much faster than any other laptop I’ve owned, bought especially for graphic design classes and my artwork. 

So, that being said lemme just forewarn some of you guys. My artwork is all done in two to three layers! Yes, you read that right! Why? When I was 16, I didn’t have a Wacom tablet to mess with, so I had to use a mouse and learned from there. When I turned 18, I got my first Wacom tablet while working my first official job and the family computer didn’t have a good processor. So when I got my first official laptop, it was basic and not made to run anything beyond the web browser and such, it could barely handle Photoshop. It did, however, run Paint Tool SAI with no issue (which is why I still prefer it over anything I use), it just couldn’t handle more than five layers. After losing my drawings constantly and not being able to do anything in the prized software I’ve been eyeing since my Sophmore year of high school, I found a workaround with it. 

And that’s what I’m going to write about here. With that in mind, no, you do not have to limit your layers! I’ve taken traditional art classes so my first instinct is to literally paint over my stuff like I would on a canvas. If you don’t want to do that, you don’t have to! Yes, I am nuts. 

That being said, let's do this.

If you haven’t taken traditional art classes, that’s cool! I’m going to be using some art terms you haven’t heard of, but you definitely will when you take your first ever drawing class. These terms are foreground, value, negative space, contour, and weighted line (I’ve seen it called line weight too). For the more experienced art students who are likely groaning over that stupid contour practice from that book “Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain”, I’m sorry, guys. Newbies, you are going to know this. 

And you are going to hate it. While I still hate it and, yeah, my eyes are rolling into my skull right now just even talking about it, there are some useful practices in here that I... actually use. Who would have thought? At least we’re not talking about still lives.

Anyway, here’s what I’M going to say that some art teachers will not tell you but I want anyone to read this to know:

- Do not obsess over your drawing to look exactly like your reference. Just don’t. Forget this completely, worry about it later or don’t even worry about it at all. This is your style, your interpretation.

- Digital art is hard. Art is hard! Practice makes perfect and you learn over time just by studying (looking at) other pieces of art. It took me like well over 10 years to find my own little niche and I’m still playing around with coloring styles. I have a lot.

- If you’re just starting to draw with a tablet of any kind, play around with it. My first official program was a cheaper version of Paint Shop Pro and when I first got it when I was 14, I sat around and experimented on layers to see what it would look like. Explore!

- When you start drawing figures or faces, try not to think of it as, well,  face or a figure. Reduce it to basic shapes, like squares, triangles, and circles.

Greyscale can establish light source, value, scale, and negative space.

I don’t always use greyscale for my art, but when I do, I appreciate it because it makes my life easier. For example, Alphonse Mucha’s pieces here from his “Slav Epic”.

Chances are, you’ve seen Mucha’s art nouveau on prints, fanart, fabrics, and all of that. But Mucha did so much more and he is a huge influence on me for a reason. By the greyscale we see here, we can see foreground/subject with each illustration. Mucha is using value (that’s shadow) to emphasize this, in addition to negative space (background) to draw you in, just by using black and white. Notice how the other subjects don’t have such a powerful contrast and light source versus the other, especially the woman on the left. Mucha made his art pop by his understanding of contrast.

For this first part of this entry, I’m going to be using Papa Emeritus II from “Ghost”... who is a good example of how to draw faces, too. Huh. Regardless of what drawing program you’re using, keep your opacity low, at 50%.

Simplicity at its finest

Instead of focusing a lot on Emeritus’ face, I’m going to focus on the negative space behind him. I’m using this to define his figure. This is a good picture because of the stark contrast, though, it’s a little tricky because it is really contrasted and you can’t see where the light source really is. But that is okay!  I am going in and just using this negative space, the contour of his head and torso. Before I even think of a face, I want to softly go in and use black (or grey) to fill up that negative space. Keep it simple and work your way up.

After I lightly fill in the negative space around him, I can start lightly going in and establish his face by blocks of shadow.  And this is why Emeritus II is such a good example for this kind of work. I don’t usually start going in and drawing eyes, I rely on the shadows of the face to see where their eyes, ears, lips, and such lie. 

Here’s another example (though, it’s old):

This is in my maroon style underpaint, which is what I post most of the time. For their faces, I just used basically eye sockets to start working on their faces, like Papa Emeritus II down below. Again, this dude is a great example.

Here is where it may get a little funky.  I created a new layer and set that layer to Multiply, still keeping that opacity low. Since I have no light source and I just want to create a really dramatic lighting, I made a vignette with a simple airbrush tool.  

With that little vignette, you can create a new layer (unless you’re me, I just merge it down because of that constant fear of nonexistent software crashing) and I’m using the color pick tool to go back and forth to start using greys to really get into Emeritus’ face, especially his wrinkles. I’m painting over it constantly, switching back and forth between a paintbrush tool and color pick tool to blend. Again, keep your opacity low... unless you’re me and you’re feeling adventurous. You’ll also notice here that I have more than one photo reference. I use several for a lot of my art, so I encourage you to do the same. I had no idea what his jaw looked like, so I grabbed a second photo. Now that I have a better idea of where his hat ends on his forehead and how his nose looks, I start doing a weighted line.

Weighted line and Contour

Now is the dreaded talk. Of contour.

Welcome to Drawing I hell. This cursed image is from the book “How to Draw on the Right Side of the Brain” and if your teacher does not talk about this in your first drawing class, I am going to eat my hat... I have a hat lying around here somewhere. ANYWAY, the contour line exercise is basically you just using a neverending line for a drawing. I don’t know who drew this (and tbh, thanks a lot for every single boring assignment I’ve done in drawing classes), but this guy used contour lines for his drawing. I’m having war flashbacks over here, but I managed to find an art teacher’s page talking about different types of contour. My god, they are evolving.

Going back to our dear friend Papa Emeritus II, I used weighted line to start adding in little shadows to his face.  Weighted line goes hand in hand with contour; it is a great technique to not only add details, but add little bits of shadows.

This is a simple example; the thicker line is adding to the shadow of the apple, giving it value!

Papa Emeritus II is such a good reference... I used him as inspiration for King Melwas here.

Gwenhwyfar is also a good example of weighted line. Gwen is essentially a very, very pale character. In contrast to Melwas, who is in darker clothing, Gwen is soft, she is the focal point in this drawing. For the little pieces of her hair, the corner of her lips, eyelashes, and her fingertips, I used a weighted line to establish these things, otherwise, Gwen is so pale, she’ll easily be washed out completely.

This drawing of Alice, which I’m still messing around with, is another example of how effective a weighted line can be with depth. The lines I added into her face, eyelashes, creases, hair, and fingers add those little details since everything I’ve done before like Papa Emeritus II was so soft with a low opacity on the brush settings.

Layer masks and curves

There are two ways you can color greyscale images.

You can do this by going into Layer > Adjustment Layer > Curves (this is how it looks like in Procreate).

This gives you a neat ol’ base color! I am playing around in the blues, adding soft hues of blue in their figures and the white in this picture can either turn blue, cream, or even green. You don’t have to use Blue, you can use any of the other colors. For me, I’m always drawn to blues. Another cool thing to play around with is Color Balance, which is underneath the same function as Curves.

But if you don’t have any of these, you can add a new layer, and do Multiply.

The only drawback to this, of course, is how destaturated (the lack of color) it looks. And yes, that’s an issue you will have and I did run into this while doing this. How I combat this is using additional layer masks. Believe it or not, Alice here was once at a grey scale, looking even more desaturated than Gwen.

For Alice’s face, I went in and use:

- Soft Light because she needed more peach and roses in her skin. Omri’s original drawing gave her a light rose blush so I wanted to do the same.

- Overlay to mask out the black lines from the greyscale I had.

- Lighten which I used to make her lips pinker, her apron’s shadows lighter, and parts of her hair brown.

The same went for Gwen, who is, again, very pale. But while she’s supposed to be pale, I didn’t wash her out completely. To add more saturation, I used a combination of Soft Light over my Multiply layer and Overlay to start working at the highlights on her hair, nose, and shoulder. 

This little walkthrough isn’t as visual as I like, but with limited software like Fire Alpaca, GIMP, or Paint Tool SAI that don’t have the abilities of Photoshop in terms of color correction and playing around with colors, I really encourage you, readers, to play around with these tools. Using the color picker back and forth, especially after using layer masks, gives you an ability to mix and blend colors. The reason why I work with greyscale or a maroon under paint is that you can create brilliant colors and make a new palette; the trick is to constantly mess around with them. I never go in and flat out color anything, with the exception of things like “angry doodle corner” which is basically what I call my lazy drawings, drawings where I’m just honestly goofing off with.

So in summation...! Or me trying to summarize this.

 Experiment and explore with layer masks and adjustments. Whoever says that using these tools isn’t real art, they’re wrong. And please don’t ever be afraid of using references of any sort!  Alphonse Mucha is saved ten times over on this computer.

[scarletwinterxx]

Coming Home pt. 3

Note: Hello lovelies! sorry for the wait, I was trying to see if I can fit the scenes i want in this chapter but I think I’ll make one more before the final one. As always thank you for all the love you’ve shown this series xx - A

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PART ONE || TWO || THREE || FOUR || FIVE || FINALE ||  BONUS

“How good of a mood are you in right now?”

On the opposite side of my desk, a Taeyong was standing, rocking on his heels back and forth like a little kid about to ask for candy. To think that he’s one of the youngest and most successful CEO in Korea right now. 

“Depends on what you’re about say, why?” I asked skeptically

“I was just going to ask for progress reports, I was told they were still with you” He answered before taking the seat across from me

“Are you rushing me, boss?”

“No, just checking if you’re still doing your job”

“Yah, what are you talking about?” I asked back, the man just burst out laughing before laying down a folder on my folder

“What is this?” I asked, taking the folder

“A job offer, they need someone who is competent and someone to trust managing from a far away place” he vaguely answered

“Is this your way of saying I’m fired?”

“No, this is a promotion. Kind of. I mean it is a promotion. Totally up to you. You don’t have to answer it right away, the board is still making final touches to that deal but when they asked for suggestions on who should run it I thought of you” he said, he was holding on to the picture frame on my table. One that had Chae Yoon on it. 

“Thanks” I mumbled, feeling grateful and a bit overwhelmed

“You’re the only one I trust with this so I thought why not, of course I’m not pressuring you to do it. I absolutely understand, with Chae Yoon and everything”

“Yes, of course”

“Well that’s all the business I had for today, so back to yesterday” I just playfully rolled my eyes, setting the folder down and going back to my computer to type the reports he was talking about

“What about yesterday?” I asked, not looking at him. I already know he has a big teasing smile on

“We were just surprised when you arrived, in the arms of a certain Jung Jaehyun. Did he finally hit his head and begged for you to take him back?”

“We went as friends” I shrugged, still not looking at my boss and friend

“I haven’t heard the word friends being used to describe the two of you since we were in highschool”

“You’re two years my senior, why were you gossiping about us” I told him, now looking at him

“So? we have the same friends, we have the same last name” his reasoning was a bit obscured but it was so Taeyong so I don’t question it

“for the last time, we’re not related”

“Maybe we are, we just don’t know”

“Where is this conversation going, Taeyong?” i asked

“Are you really not back together? Was that an illusion or did I have one two many drinks again?” he asked back, I sighed before leaning back to my seat. 

Recalling the happenings the night before. 

When we got to the party, the moment we stepped inside the event hall I think atleast 8 pair of eyes landed immediately on us. Most of which were our friends’. I could see Sicheng from the corner of my eye, a smirk on his lips already telling me he’ll be asking Jaehyun about it later, Johnny who did not even hide the surprise look on his face hitting Taeyong repeatedly on the arm and Taeil shooting us a warm smile. 

“People are looking, why are they looking?” I whispered to Jaehyun, pulling on his arm more

“Because you’re the prettiest girl in the room” he smoothly replied, not even missing a beat. I looked up at him with a straightlook, he just laughed at me before pulling me to the direction of where our friends were gaping at us

“I don’t know, don’t mind them. Just focus on me”

“You’re awfully cocky tonight”

“And please don’t add a comment to that” I added, already knowing he was going to tease me

“Alright alright”

For the rest of the night we didn’t really leave each other’s side. I knew most of his colleagues, our friends were also there so it wasn’t hard to converse with other people.

A few of Jaehyun’s bosses did greet us, asking how our daughter was. One even asked when the wedding will be. I almost choked on the champagne I was drinking. Jaehyun securing his arm around my waist and excusing us, it just so happened Johnny was around too. Either he was holding in his laughter or itching to ask the same thing. 

We didn’t talk more about it afterwards, but it also never left my mind. The question just hanging in my head dangling back and forth along with my conversation with Wendy. 

I didn’t talk to Jaehyun about it ofcourse, I don’t know why. 

And just like that our night ended. He drove me home, we said our goodbyes. 

We used to come home together but now we don’t. 

Another thought that was added to the pile.

I turned to Taeyong, ready to give a brief explanation on the situation even I was confused about. 

“Like I said we went as friends, he said he didn’t have anyone else to come with so I said yes”

“You didn’t have to though”

“It would be weird to say no, Yong” I sighed

“I know, but you also know you don’t have to say yes either. Look, I was there to pick you up when you were a mess, and this seems...”

“Like a bad idea?”

“A confusing and risky one” he finished

“Jaehyun loves you both, more than he can ever say outloud. He really does. He just have to learn to get over his aversion with the idea of settling down”

“You noticed that too?” I chuckled, playing with the pen on my table. 

If there was anyone who knew about Jaehyun and I’s relationship history it would be Taeyong, he is a big brother figure to me and one of Jaehyun’s bestfriend. He has witnessed it all. 

“He loves you, he really does. Even when you’re not looking at him, he looks at you with this lovestruck look in his eyes as if there’s nothing else he can see around him. I just don’t get why he’s so afraid of getting married, especially with you”

“Guess marriage isn’t for everyone”

“Want me to hit some sense into him?” his question made me laugh a bit. The mood already lightening, “You wouldn’t hurt a fly”

“Can I get back to work now, are you done interrogating me?” I asked him

“Yes, I’ll be back later once Taeil hyung is done doing the same to Jae” he said then quickly ran away, I swear he could pass for a five year old sometimes. 

The rest of my day went being unbothered  by Taeyong, guess he was busy with his own meetings to come back and ask more questions. I packed up to leave, ready to go home. 

The rest of the week was just the same, the only different routine for this week is I’ll be having Chae Yoon for the weekend since Jaehyun has a business trip. 

My phone rang, Jaehyun’s name flashing across the screen

“Hey” I said when I picked up

“Hi, are you home already or are you still at the office?” he asked, making me a bit confused

“On my way home, why?”

“I’m five minutes away from the apartment, I need to get some things. I can wait in the car”

“You know the code to the apartment, just go there Jae” I told him, walking to my car, quickly buckling up and putting my phone on speaker

“Okay, do you need me to pick up Chae Yoon over at noona’s?” he asked back

“I’ll get her later, you need to get something remember. If Chae is around you’ll never get anything done” I could just see the pout he has on right now, the thought making me smile

“You’re right, well I’m about to park. So see you in like fifteen?” 

I said yes before saying goodbye, driving myself home. 

I decided to get Chae Yoon afterwards when Jaehyun finishes getting his stuff, knowing he’ll just play with his daughter and completely forget what he has to do if she’s around. 

“Jaehyun?” I called out when I entered the apartment, setting my stuff down by the couch

“In the office” he called back, I made my way to where he was. He moved some stuff around and seemed to be reading something

“You found what you need?” I asked him, making him look up at me 

“You got a job offer? At the US?” he asked back, so that’s what he was reading

“It’s not final yet, Taeyong was the one who asked me”

“So you’re considering it?” his questions were starting to tick me off

“Yes, maybe. I don’t know. I said I was going to think about it”

“You know this means you need to move right?”

And in that single question I knew why he sounded so off, he knew if I go so would Chae Yoon. I’m not sure if he cared if I go but Chae Yoon was a whole other story.

I understand his worries. 

“I know, but like I said nothing’s final yet. Will you stop worrying about it?” I said walking towards him, taking the folder from his grasp. 

“Stop worrying about it? You’re thinking about moving to a another continent with my daughter”

“She’s my daugther too, in case you’re forgetting. Why do you think I’m still thinking about it?”

“You’re saying if she wasn’t here you’d already be on the next flight, is that it?”

I didn’t know I would be coming home to this. 

When I wished I could come home once again to him this was not I was thinking off. 

“What is that suppose to mean?” I asked back, both of us clearly upset

“If you wanted to leave me that bad, you should’ve just told me”

His statement shocked me, I don’t know if he was only saying it because of the tension right now or he really meant it

“You’re the one who asked me to break the engagement off” I whispered, not being able to meet his eyes and directly looking at the floor in fear that I might start crying in front of him

“And you didn’t even hesitate”

Every word was like a stab to my heart. I’ve never fought with him like this. Whatever arguments we’ve had in the past we usually talked about it calmly, resolved before the night ends because neither of us could sleep knowing the other one is upset. 

“I did it because I can’t be selfish when it comes to you, you were unhappy Jaehyun. I couldn’t bear seeing you like that, slowly drifting from me” 

He stood there frozen, probably thinking of what to say so I continued

“Maybe once in our lives we’ve talked about getting married and starting our own family but even that we did in reverse, I didn’t care. I had you. But slowly I saw how the love disappeared in your eyes, how coming home to me was just something you had to do rather than something you wanted to do”

“I got scared” 

I broke. I lamented over the future we lost, the promises we didn’t keep, the nights that the side of his bed got too cold serving as a reminder that he wasn’t there with me anymore. 

It hurt, 

And I didn’t know how to make it better

“I was too, Jaehyun. I was scared for us, we were so young. We both had ambitious plans, dreams to achieve and goals to reach then suddenly our whole plan changed. And you know what, your life still went on while mine had to change”

“You-”

“No, you listen to me.”  I said, standing my ground even though the tears were furiously running down my face

“I love Chae with every bit of my being, she’s the only reason I exist. I would do anything for her, I don’t and never will regret having her. And I know you do to. But I’m stuck Jae, I’m stuck and you left”

“That job offer can be a restart, a opportunity for me to grow. I can’t just put my life on hold for you, not anymore”

“I never asked you to”

“You never asked me not to”

“You’re tired? You were scared? I was too. I’m tired too, Jaehyun. How long can I keep being so fucking in love with you when you clearly will never get there? How long do I still have to wait?”

Thoughts that always floated around my head are now out in the world, they hurt more now that I hear my own voice say it.

“I love you, even in that I failed. I admit. But I love you”

“I’m sure you did, But we’re way past that point, we’re adults Jaehyun. I need answers, I need you to tell me how this goes instead of just dragging me along”

We didn’t say anything for a while, the both of us still very emotional. I’m sure we were both tired after a long day from work, he’s about to hop on a plane. This wasn’t the right time but we didn’t expect it would come to this. 

“You need to pack for your flight” I mumbled, wiping the tears away and composing myself

“I can’t just leave after this, we need to talk”

“I already said what I needed to say, I’m not going anywhere. I’m still thinking about the offer. You need to rest, I’ll go get Chae Yoon”

Before he could say something else I walked out of the office, quickly splashing my face with some water before going out to get Chae Yoon. When I got back Jaehyun was just waiting at the door, 

“I’ll go now, just wanted to see Chae” he mumbled, I passed the little girl to him who was already reaching out for him anyways. I envied her innocence, she was just smiling up at him with no worries to think about. 

I let them have their moment, after a quick goodbye he walked off. 

I felt my heart break all over again. For the first time since he left, the apartment felt empty. This time felt like a different kind of empty.