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sunflower-lilac42 · 4 months

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𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱, 𝗶'𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 | 𝘭𝘩43 ♔

➪ summary: the relationship between luke and his girlfriend is special, but the bond between his girlfriend and his brothers is adorable; or four times quinn and jack helped out their brother's girlfriend when she was in need

➪ warnings: finals (physics to be exact), hate comments, slight mentions to threats, car breaking down, slight mentions to being followed, fights, crying, asshole-ish luke

➪ word count: 3.5k

➪ file type: fic

➪ sunny's notes: welcome back to the blog, apologies for me deleting my account and coming back but anyway. I'll be posting the old fics here and there, i'm thinking about trying to get them all back before i start posting new fics. the taglist will be intact from before, but i'll only use it for the first couple of posts and then i'll probably stop using it until i start posting new fics again. i hope your guys' support will be the same or better as the last blog :)

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⟹ The One with the Finals | Quinn - Winter of 2023

The day before her physics final, y/n was in tears. There were papers not only all over her desk but on the walls and the ground as well. The whiteboard that hung in her apartment was littered with kinematics equations and a bunch of random vocabulary words that probably weren’t necessary for her final.

More tears sprung in her eyes as she looked at her review guide, “Who the fuck knows this shit?”

Her roommates had already gone home, finishing their finals the day before so she was alone. It was almost 7 and she had been studying for six hours, maybe more. She knew she should stop and take a break, make some dinner, maybe even watch a movie, but she couldn’t, not now, not when her grade was on the line.

She was so close, oh so close to being done but the last question was too much for her. It sent her brain into overdrive, the wires were crossed, and nothing made sense anymore, not that it ever did anyway. She let out a noise, a cross between a groan and a whine, and threw her notes down and her pencil across the room.

She took a peak at her phone and noticed the mass amount of messages from her boyfriend, a few from her parents, and a few from Luke’s family. The boy was so worried that he made his parents and Quinn and Jack text her just to see if she would answer, but she didn’t.

Now, no offense to Jack (but offense) and no offense to Luke, but they weren’t always the brightest of the bunch. Which is why she called Quinn, tears still obviously present.

“I’m going to fail.”

“Y/n? Luke’s been calling you for hours.”

“Yes, I know. I was studying for physics, and I’ve concluded that I’m going to fail.”

Quinn sat up from where he was lying on his bed, “No, you’re not.”

She let out a sob, “I am and then I’m going to get kicked out of school and everyone’s going to make fun of me and then Luke won’t want to date me anymore and then you guys will stop talking to me-”

“Hey! Calm down, none of that is going to happen because it’s not possible, y/n/n. What’s your GPA right now?”

“A 4.0.”

Quinn laughed, “Stop being so hard on yourself. You’re fine. I promise you, but if you feel that badly about it, I’ll help you study.”

“Really?”

“No, I’m fucking with you. Of course, I’ll help you. You’re my favorite sibling after all.”

“I’m not even related to you.”

“Yet.”

Y/n sent the PDF of the review guide to Quinn, who now sat at his desk on his computer. The two talked and studied with one another before Quinn realized the lack of color in the girl’s face, “Have you eaten yet?”

Y/n looked at him and then quickly looked down shamefully, “No.”

Quinn looked like he was going to yell at her but in reality, he was just worried, and the tiniest bit frustrated with her for not taking care of herself, not that he would ever tell her that though, “Go make dinner, you can bring me with if you want. I’ll even make my own.”

“But-”

“No, you’ll think better if you eat.” That could’ve been a total lie, but she would’ve listened to him anyway.

She took her phone and computer with her, still talking to Quinn as she made some ramen - the good kind, not the crappy instant one. Quinn smiled, happy with himself for making his brother’s girlfriend - or if he had it his and Jack’s way, his sister - take care of herself and feel better.

『••✎••』

She had just gotten done with her final and she screamed internally, walking out of the room and heading to her dorm, waiting for her family to pick her up. She called Quinn immediately after she stepped out of the building.

“Quinn! Quinn! Quinn! Guess what?!”

Quinn had been on his way to practice when he got the phone call, “What?”

“I passed!”

Quinn smiled, “See I told you, you would.”

“Thank you!"

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

⟹ The One with the Haters | Jack - Fall of 2023

It never really bothered her, and Luke always said it shouldn’t. Yet, when Luke started his rookie year and gained more attraction, so did she. They were worse than what they were before, they came in mass amounts, the words dug deeper, and everything seemed to escalate.

This wasn’t something that should’ve burdened Luke, he had enough to deal with it being his rookie season and trying to perform as well as he could, he didn’t need to hear about his fans attacking his girlfriend as well. Luke was, let’s just say, the most oblivious of them all. So she didn’t really have to worry about him finding out about it, anyway.

However, Jack knew about her mood changes. Every time she visited the two in New Jersey, she distanced herself from them, she took notice of who was around them when they went out and strategically sat next to Luke so people wouldn’t make accusations of her favoring Jack over him but not too close to him that it would seem like she’s attached and overbearing him.

He also took notice of the comments on his brother’s Instagram posts or whenever the wags would post y/n at a game.

‘He’s too good for her.’

‘Why does she even come? It’s obvious he doesn’t want her there, he doesn’t even play well when she’s there.’

‘She’s just using him.’

‘I don’t know what he sees in her.’

‘She’s not that pretty.’

Those barely scratched the surface of the comments. There were more, most about her looks and another good chunk of them just saying how the two didn’t make sense together. But the ones that hurt the worst, were the ones that came up once or twice in every ten posts. The ones that were about her using him, the ones that made threats to her and her family. The ones claiming that they knew everything about her life. The ones that said she was cheating on Luke with Jack or Quinn.

Jack had his fair share of hate comments, many of which he remembered from his rookie season. He knew how it felt to have someone close to him be praised so much and then be torn down for simply having a relationship with them and not being as good.

The Devils were visiting Detroit near the late end of November and y/n decided to go to the game, hanging out with them the two days that they flew down early to be with her before the game. They were out at a restaurant and y/n was sitting in the very corner of the booth that they got.

Luke sat down next to her as Jack slid into the booth across from them, still bantering with his brother. Luke was oblivious to the distance between him and y/n, shrugging it off as if she was just hot despite the temperature outside. Luke and Jack continued to talk about the game, stopping for the waiter to take their order who just so happened to be a fan of the Devils. Y/n rolled her eyes as she subtly flittered with her boyfriend, giving Jack a look.

The waiter walked away and Luke got up and left to the bathroom, “So when are you going to tell him? Or are you waiting for him to figure it out by himself?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Y/n dug her face into the menu, avoiding eye contact with Jack.

“Uh huh, sure. Then what are these?” Jack showed the girl his phone, comments from Luke’s most recent post showing.

“Jack.”

“Y/n.”

“There’s not much he can do about it anyways, they’ll keep doing it no matter what. Besides, they’re not wrong.”

“He has a right to know and no, nothing they say is true. You are Luke’s world and he will defend you until he dies. If someone is threatening you, which there is, he will find a way to stop it. And Quinn and I will help too. We want you safe.” Jack reached over the table to pat her shoulder.

She nodded, “Just talk to him. Okay?”

『••✎••』

Later that night, Luke was in bed with y/n, both of them on their phones. Luke was playing a game and y/n was on Instagram. She hadn’t actively searched out the comments but when she saw a post of her with 200 comments under it, she had to look, and they weren’t all that different from what she was expecting.

“Luke?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I talk to you about something?”

“Of course, what’s up?”

“Have you seen the comments?”

“What comments?”

“These.” She handed Luke her phone and watched as he scrolled through them, and before he could say anything, she took it back and showed him her DM’s.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier? We could’ve done something to stop this.” She just shrugged.

“Sweetheart, this is scary. I don't want you to have to endure this by yourself.”

“It’s fine, I’m fine.”

“But you’re not. I know everyone thinks I’m oblivious, and yes, sometimes I am, but I can see you’re hurting and you have been for a while. I might not have known why or how but I was so worried about you, okay? I’m going to do everything I can to stop this.”

Luke placed his hands on her face and she wrapped her hands around his wrists. His thumbs lightly rubbed over her face, just under her eye, as hers rubbed up and down his hands, stopping at his knuckles to rub over them as well. She smiled slightly at him but was still worried about everything that was going on.

“Hey,” Luke made her look up at him. “Everything is going to work out, no matter how long or how much it’s gonna take. I’m going to get Quinn and Jack to help, I’ll have the team help as well. We’re all going to help to make sure you and your family are safe. I promise.”

She nods, “Okay.”

He kissed her forehead before her lips and pulled back to smile at her.

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

⟹ The One with the Car | Quinn + Jack - Summer of 2023

Despite dating for three years, y/n was never really the biggest fan of letting Luke help her, she wasn’t the biggest fan of anyone helping her, to be honest. That’s why when she was in the middle of nowhere, scared out of her mind and not thinking straight, she hesitated to call her boyfriend.

It was the summer, she had been visiting the Hughes family at the lake house and she had gone to get some food for dinner for her, Quinn, and Jack. She wasn’t lost per se, when she left she knew how to get back home, she had been there countless times before. Yet, she felt as if she was being followed and that scared her, causing her to go a different route home, one she wasn’t that familiar with, and even then she sort of knew where she was.

The car was still following her so she decided to start taking random turns here and there and when she did the trick she was taught, take four right turns, they left after the first one. She let out a deep breath and continued to drive, just to see if they would pop up again, but they didn’t and now she was in the middle of nowhere, with an almost empty tank of gas.

Back at the lake house, Quinn, and Jack sat in the living room. Ellen, Jim, and Luke decided to go out for dinner to a fancy restaurant, and the whole nine yards, the other three weren’t bothered to even move from their seats. In hindsight, should they have just gotten Uber Eats or DoorDash, yes, but y/n wanted to get out of the house, just to a certain extent.

She didn’t want to interrupt her boyfriend’s time with his parents so she called Quinn, voice wavering, “Quinn.”

“Hey, y/n. Where are you? We thought you would be back by now.”

“About that. I’m sort of in the middle of nowhere and there was this car that was following but they stopped but I also don’t know if they just left and are coming back because they knew I was onto them-”

“Hey, calm down. Send me your location, Jack and I are on our way. Keep us on the phone and if you see them come back just start driving.”

“I’m almost out of gas.”

“We’ll hurry, just keep a lookout, okay?”

Five minutes passed and the boys were almost already halfway there, speeding the whole way as much as possible. She looked up and in the rearview mirror, there were headlights, “Guys? Is that you?”

Jack and Quinn looked at each other in confusion, “No?”

“Well, shit.” Y/n turned her car on and immediately pressed on the gas.

The car didn’t follow her, simply turned on the street behind where her car had been, but she didn’t know that, so she kept driving until her car was out of gas, “I’m out of gas.”

“We’re almost there, you should see us, right… about… now.” She looked up and saw them, easily recognizing the car. She got out of the car and practically ran to them.

Quinn hugged her back when her arms wrapped around him, “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did anyone follow you?”

She shook her head, “I’m fine, just still a little spooked.”

Jack stood off to the side and only now had y/n just noticed, “Hi Jack.” She looked at him tentatively. Contrary to her belief, Jack loved hugs, especially y/n’s hugs. She always thought differently, so she always hesitated to hug him.

Yet, when he opened his arms, she ran into them just as she did with his older brother, “Thank you for coming to get me.”

“Always.”

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

⟹ The One with the Fight | Quinn + Jack - Sophomore Year

“I just don’t understand, Luke.”

“Of course, you don’t you never do!”

They had been arguing on and off all day, everything the other person did set them off, it was hours of pointless and petty arguing. Realistically, they both had been in the wrong, but Luke screwed up the most. It was when they both found out that he would be going to Jersey.

She had scheduled plans with friends earlier that week, but she would’ve dropped everything to hang out with Luke and help him pack. She offered to do that but Luke declined, saying he could handle it and he wanted her to go out and have fun with her friends. Truthfully, they had been spending almost every waking moment together since they knew.

“You were the one that told me to go hang out with them! I offered to help you and stay with you, but you declined!”

“I never said that.”

Y/n gave him a look that said all the different, “You’re such a fucking liar.”

“Oh, I’m the liar?”

“Yes!”

“If you loved me, you would’ve stayed back, anyways. And you know what? I’m done with this conversation. Don’t wait up.” Luke took his duffle bag and suitcase and left y/n’s dorm.

She stared at the door as it slammed practically in her face. The silence was deafening in the room, you could hear the barking of dogs and horns blaring from outside. If you listened hard enough you could hear the wind slapping against the window.

For two minutes she stood there, staring at the door, body still and her hair blowing from the AC. She snapped out of her trance when she felt a lone tear roll down her face. Since then, it was one after another and she ran to grab her phone from her nightstand dialing Jack’s number.

Jack answered confused, “Hello?”

“I think Luke might be on his way to Jersey.”

“But he’s not supposed to leave yet.”

“We got into a fight and he sort of-” She choked on a sob, “stormed out of here with his duffle and suitcase.”

“What do you mean you guys got into a fight? You guys never fight.”

“Yeah well ‘never’ is a fucking stupid word. And this is totally not the point of this phone call, Jack. Can you just make sure he’s okay? I don’t want him getting hurt or anything.”

“Luke’s a big boy and if he decided to come here on a whim then he can handle it. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” Tears still were streaming down her face and she picked at her nails as she slid down the wall, landing on the floor.

“What happened, y/n/n?”

“It was stupid, it was my fault.”

“You’re lying.”

“How would you know?”

“Your voice is more intense when you lie because you try to convince everyone you’re right by sounding more confident.”

“So why do you know that and not Luke?” She bawled to the older boy, placing her head in her hands, the phone dropping from her grasp.

“Y/n? Y/n!” Jack tried to gain her attention but failed, causing him to add Quinn to the call.

“Jack? Y/n? What’s up?”

“Y/n answer us.”

“What’s going on?”

“Y/n! Come on, please answer.”

“I’m sorry, I dropped my phone.”

“Can someone please explain to me what is going on? And where is Luke?”

“Luke fucked up is what’s going on,” Jack said, annoyed.

Y/n now sat against her bed and her phone propped up on the wall, switching to FaceTime, “We got into a fight.”

“You guys never fight.”

“Yes, I’m aware, now can we move on from that fact because it happened and it’s over with.”

“Sorry, sorry.”

“He was mad because he’s supposed to be leaving soon and I went out with my friends after I had already offered to stay back and help him pack and everything like that but he said no. So, he’s right, it is my fault. If I loved him, I would’ve stayed.”

There was a simultaneous silence from the boys before a loud, “He said that?!”

“Yeah? Why? Is he right? I knew he was right.”

“No, no, no of course not. He’s not right. He’s a fucking dick for saying that.”

“But I should’ve stayed with him, he’s leaving soon.” She sniffled, wiping her nose with her sleeve.

“Y/n/n, listen to me right now. Nothing you did tonight was your fault. Maybe something that we don’t know that happened you did, but what he said… you didn’t deserve that. He knows how much you love him and if he stooped that low to make you feel bad, then maybe he should take some time to cool off. I’m not saying that he should’ve left the way he did, but maybe some space is good.” Quinn explained to her.

She nodded but tears were still falling, “Do you think he’s going to break up with me? I mean, he’s going to go off and be in the NHL and I’m just going to be me. I’m nothing special.”

Jack and Quinn made eye contact through the phone and Jack went to say something but was interrupted, “You’re everything to me.”

She snapped her head to the door and saw Luke standing there, his bag falling to the ground. She stood up quickly, wiping her face rid of any signs of her crying, “Luke.”

“How could you say that about yourself?”

Quinn and Jack hung up the phone, not wanting to interrupt their conversation despite them wanting to be there just in case he said something out of line. Luke wrapped his arms around the girl, “You are the most amazing person ever. I’m so sorry if I made you feel any differently.”

Y/n just shrugged, not bothered by that but more so the fight itself. Luke pulled back, saddened slightly by the lack of reciprocation in the affection, “And I am so sorry for what I said. I know you love me and I know I said you could hang out with your friends. I think just deep down I thought you would’ve stayed anyways and I was scared of leaving you.”

Y/n nodded and Luke’s hands went to her cheeks, wiping off the remnants of her mascara, “I understand, Luke. I just wish you would’ve handled it more like an adult than a teenager.”

“And I can’t even begin to explain how horrible I feel about that.”

“Can we just cuddle?”

“Anything you want.”

The two laid in better for a little while as they hadn’t wanted to do anything else. An hour later, y/n spoke, “I forgive you.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“But I do. Emotions were high and I know that shouldn’t be the way we should handle things but we’re both stressed and you’re leaving soon I just want to forget about it.” Luke nodded, wanting to respect her wishes, “I love you, Lukey.”

“I love you.”

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eggyrocks · 4 months

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35MM CHAPTER TWELVE: drive home

track number twelve: hot knife by fiona apple

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Akaashi rests his head on someone's shoulder. He's not sure who's. Maybe Kuroo's. He's trying to clamp down on the nausea that bubbles up in his stomach. His eyes are screwed shut; the noises around him are his only guidance to the world around him. He's had too much to drink.

A low song thumps lowly through the speakers. Akaashi hears a lot of drums.

"God fucking dammit, Miya, which building is yours?

Someone crinkles a plastic water bottle and gasps for air once it's emptied.

"You can always just bring me back to your place, if you're lost."

There's a bump in the road. The person below him shifts, and Akaashi winces.

"Don't talk anymore, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am."

The blinker ticks. The headache that condenses in his temple makes Akaashi feel like his head is shrinking.

"I'm gonna fucking throw up."

There's a bit of frantic shuffle. Murmuring. Cursing. Crinkling. Maybe a paper bag. It brushes Akaashi's head as it makes it way towards the front seat.

"It's your fucking car. If you puke in it, I'm not cleaning it up."

Whispering from behind him. The call of her name. "Do you wanna be in a throuple with me and Tsumu?"

Akaashi gags, just a little.

"I think you guys should just talk about dating when you're sober, Sho. Without me involved."

"Will you drop me off at his place?"

"No, not a chance."

The song changes. This one is faster. It gets quiet for a bit. "Your head weighs like, a million fucking pounds," Kuroo complains, and Akaashi can feel his words move through his shoulders.

There are stars that dance behind his eyelids. The colors shift. The door on his left opens. There's a stream of cool air. Someone accidentally kicks his arm on the way out. The door shuts.

"Drop me off next."

The blinker starts up again.

"No, Koutarou's closest."

Something squeaks. Did the car stop again? Have they been moving this whole time?

The song changes three times in rapid succession. There's low conversation in familiar voices. The air's cold again. The weight under him shifts and disappears. Akaashi drops his head against the cool glass of the window.

It's silent for a minute. The glass makes him realize he's been sweating. The driving makes him sick. He needs water.

"Hey."

There's a light push on his shoulder. Gentle and unsure.

"Hey, Keiji."

His eyes peel open. His vision feels distorted. Akaashi blinks her face into view.

"We're at your place. Do you want me to help you get in?"

He stares, and pushes himself to sit upright. She's lingering in the open backseat door, leaning towards him. They're alone.

"Where's everyone else?"

"Dropped 'em off first. Your apartment's closest to mine. Koutarou's gonna come over tomorrow to pick his car back up from my place."

Akaashi blinks. Her face looks closer than he's used to. "You're really pretty."

He wonders if that was the wrong thing to say, because she leans back and steps away from the car.

"C'mon. Let's get you upstairs."

His movements feel slow, but he obliges, leaning on her as she leads him to his front door. He wants to close his eyes again. Akaashi feels so desperately like he's done something wrong. She watches as he fishes out his eyes and leans against his door.

"Goodnight, Keiji."

"Goodnight."

-> fun facts!

yn will absolutely find a way to hold it over bokuto’s head (even though she has absolutely asked him of the exact same thing before) (especially because she’s asked him of the exact same thing before, and he absolutely held it over her head after)

akaashi is a sleepy drunk

he kept falling asleep on the ride back home

the roommate were on like their third movie of the night when bokuto asked yn to pick them up; iwa finally got them to watch gnomeo and juliet

but they didn’t get to finish :/

in the morning when they were texting they were all just lying down in their beds in their individual rooms because they were too lazy to hang out in the living room

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anti-romantico · 2 months

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[getaway car] enhypen jake

warnings: riding, oral (m&f), facefuck, deepthroat, cum swallowing, overstimulation, protected sex (as y'all should!)

words: 1342 (wth happened to the color yellow?)

A/N: first thing first, yes, this is inspired by the taylor swift song "getaway car", my friend went to the eras tour in Edinburgh and got it as a surprise song, she hasn't stopped talking about it since then, so naturally I listened to the song and immediately got obsessed with it, and I'm saying it as someone who only likes a few TS songs. This same friend helped me with the redaction of this fic since we all know how much I like to use the same five adjectives in all my fics lmao

anyways, hope y'all enjoy this as much as I did, it might be one of my favorite fics I've ever written.

remember, don't like it don't read it, that's why the warnings are before the cut

You knew this was wrong. You ended a 3 year relationship just last month. But this guy’s lips on your neck felt like heaven. The sudden bites and sucks he was giving sent shivers all over your body. You weren’t a fan of marks, but you let him have his way. It was like you needed him to.

— Do you want to take this somewhere private? — How did he manage to whisper if the music was really loud?

You smirked. Yes. You wanted him.

— Let me tell my friend I’m leaving. Be right back. — You gave him a kiss on his cheek and rushed to your friend’s table. She was also busy. — Ney! I’m sorry! — You had to push his date to make them stop.

— Already got bored of him? — She asked, drinking her glass, realizing it was only melted ice. Your relationship with Heeseung wasn’t of her liking, so the moment your impulsive thought won and told her you wanted to club, she dragged you to the mall and bought you the navy blue dress you were wearing.

— Quite the opposite. I’m leaving! — Ney was surprised, she thought it was going to be just a little make out.

— Do you have your location on?

You grabbed your phone from the table and showed her. — Always! I’ll call you, have fun!

Once you two were out, you took a deep breath. You didn’t drink much, but it was enough to feel dizzy.

— Are you ok? — He asked, rubbing his hand on your back.

— Just the change of air. — You smiled. He murmured something and took off his jacket, placing it over your shoulder.

He opened the door of his truck for you and even helped you with the seatbelt. Taking advantage of the closeness to grab you by your face and kiss you. — Sorry, I had to do it. Couldn’t resist anymore.

— Don’t apologize. — This time you kissed him, playing with his tongue.

Against his own head, he pulled away and ran to the driver seat.

— Is it ok if we go to a hotel? Pretty sure my roommate has someone over. — He took his phone out of his jeans and looked at you. You shook your head and started at him driving and finding a hotel.

You just heard him say “Perfect” before looking at you.

— I’m Jake, by the way. — You chuckled and told him your name, not being able to resist your urges and grabbed his free hand and played with his fingers. — It’s the first time a girl does that.

—You have pretty hands, even prettier than mine. — You compared the back of his hand with yours before continuing to rub his skin.

Jake would pull his hand away from time to time, but immediately would grab your hand after.

A little darkness covered the car. You made it to the hotel. After being helped by Jake to get out, you walked hand in hand to the reception as the ballet parking left with Jake’s car.

— Good evening. Room for Jake Sim. — You bit your lower lip at his voice tone. The receptionist smiled and gave him two cards.

The room was nice. More than that. How did he book a room like this with so little anticipation?

— You like it? — Jake was behind you, just like you two were at the club. — I have to order condoms, though, wasn’t planning to have sex tonight.

You laughed and nodded. — I’ll use the bathroom while you do that.

You took a deep breath once you locked the door behind you. Were you really going to do this? Yes, definitely. You still could feel his hands burning on your skin.

When you got out of the bathroom, he was sitting on the couch, typing on his phone. He turned his face toward you when you closed the door.

— Hey, I know why are we here, but are you hungry? I can call room service. — Jake asked, following you with his eyes. As soon as you were in front of him, you straddled him.

Jake left his phone to the side and placed his hands on your waist. After looking at each other’s eyes, you finally lowered your face and kissed him, grabbing his hands and lowering them to your butt.

He had to take a very deep breath when he felt the edge of your dress in the palm of his hands. Would it be too fast if he lifted it a little so he could feel you?

But it was like you read his mind. As the kiss deepened, you started to move your hips over his, causing your dress to lift up, and with Jake’s help, you were grinding on his boner.

— Let's take this to the bed, love, we'll be more comfortable. — Jake's strength made you clench. He carried you with one arm like it was nothing and took you to the bedroom.

The bed was so soft, you loved the idea of about to be fucked in a bed as soft as this one.

Jake held your legs spread and pulled your thong down, letting it fall to the ground.

You held yourself up with your elbows as you saw him get on his knees and kiss your inner thighs. He was teasing you, going from one leg to the other, ignoring your wet pussy.

You weren't going to protest though, you liked it. But the loud moan you let out when he gave a hard suck on your clit wouldn't have been prevented. Not even if you tried.

His tongue was skilled, feeling jealous of all the girls that have experienced it before you.

There were times you tried to keep eye contact with him, but due to the pleasure he was giving you, it was impossible to not close your eyes and throw your head back.

Jake started to lick your pussy with a fervor that you had never experienced before. His tongue moved in circles around your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You moaned softly, fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer to your cunt.

As he continued to lick and suck on your clit, you felt your orgasm building. Your breath came in short gasps, and you arched your back, pressing yourself harder against his mouth. Suddenly, the pleasure became too much to bear, and you cried out as your orgasm washed over you.

He continued to lick you gently, drawing out your orgasm until you were left panting and breathless.

You bit your lip, feeling a surge of desire course through you. — Can I suck your cock?

Jake's eyes widened with surprise, but he didn't hesitate. He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. Jake stood up and opened his jeans, letting you pull them down with his boxers.

You reached the base of Jake's cock, your fingers gently caressing the sensitive skin. You felt his cock twitching in anticipation, and you knew that he was just as eager as you were.

You wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock, grip was firm but gentle.

You looked up at Jake, eyes meeting him. He was watching you with a look of pure desire, his eyes dark with need.

Jake groaned, his body tensing as you began to stroke his cock.

You lowered your head, your lips parting as you took the head of Jake's cock into your mouth.

You tasted his salty precum, and you moaned softly as you swirl your tongue around the sensitive head.

Jake groaned, his fingers tangling in your hair as he guided your head down further. You took him deeper into your mouth, your lips sliding down his shaft as you began to suck him off. You could feel his cock swelling in your mouth, growing harder and thicker.

Jake's grip on your hair tightened as he thrust his hips upward, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth.

You moaned around his shaft, your fingers digging into his thighs as you tried to steady yourself. You could feel his cock twitching, growing even harder.

You could hear Jake's breath coming in short gasps, his body tensing with every stroke of your tongue. You knew that he was close to his release, and you wanted to make him feel as good as he had made you feel.

Jake's body began to shudder, his cock throbbing in your mouth as he neared his release.

You felt his precum dripping down your throat, and you swallowed eagerly, wanting to taste every drop of him. His fingers tightened in your hair, pulling you closer as he thrust his hips upward, his cock hitting the back of your throat.

You gagged slightly, but Jake didn't let up, his desire taking over as he fucked your mouth with recklessly. You could feel your own arousal building again, pussy throbbing with need.

— I'm gonna cum in your mouth again, love, but this time don't swallow it. Keep it in your mouth. — Jake said as he kept thrusting his cock into your mouth. You could feel his cock swelling even more as he spoke.

You nodded, your eyes locked on his, and you felt a thrill of excitement.

You felt his cock throbbing, the veins bulging as he chased his second release.

Suddenly, Jake's body tensed, his fingers tightening in your hair as he thrust his hips upward one last time. You felt his hot cum shooting into your mouth, filling it.

And you did as he told you; you kept his cum in your mouth, letting his cock go carefully to not drop anything.

Jake lifted your face with his thumb. — Open. — You opened your mouth and showed him the white liquid in your mouth. — You look so hot like this, love, but I want to see you swallow it, you didn't let me the first time.

Not even a second after you swallowed his cum, Jake lowered himself and kissed you, tasting himself in your tongue.

You felt dizzy after he pulled himself away, and you got confused when you heard him grab the condoms from the drawer.

— You took your sweet time in the bathroom. — He explained, taking off his jacket and shirt.

When he was kicking his jeans off, he stopped you from removing your dress.

— I really want to see your body, but you look too hot in that dress to not take advantage of that. — You loved honesty, and even boosted your ego.

Jake laid down in the bed and handed you the condoms.

You took out one of the condoms and rolled it down Jake's cock, feeling his thickness through the thin latex. You stroked him a few times, your hand gliding up and down his shaft as you felt him grow even harder.

You positioned yourself over him, your legs straddling his hips as you lowered your body onto his.

You felt him enter you, his cock stretching you open as he filled you up. You gasped, your body shuddering with pleasure as you took him in.

You began to move, your hips rocking back and forth.

Jake's hands gripped your hips tightly as you rode him, his fingers digging into your skin as he guided your movements. You felt his cock throbbing inside you, his shaft rubbing against your sensitive walls as you moved up and down.

You leaned forward, your hands braced on his chest as you kissed him deeply. Your tongues danced together, breaths mingling as you lost yourselves in the moment. Jake's cock was twitching inside you, his desire building as you continued.

You broke the kiss, your breath coming in short gasps as you looked down at him.

Jake's hands moved to your breasts, his fingers teasing your nipples over your dress.

Your orgasm started to build up, your body tensing as you threw your head back, your hair cascading down as you let out a low moan.

— I'm gonna cum. — You gasped, your voice barely audible as you felt my orgasm wash over you. Your body shook and pussy clenched around Jake's cock as you came.

As you rode your orgasm, Jake's hands tightened around your breasts, he watched you come undone.

His cock still throbbing inside you, your pussy clenching around him as you milked every last drop of pleasure from your release.

You slowly opened your eyes, your gaze locking onto Jake's. His eyes were burning with desire, his pupils dilated as he gazed up at you. There was tension in his body, his muscles coiled and ready to spring into action.

Without warning, Jake's hands gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging as he pushed you down onto the bed.

You gasped, your body shivering with pleasure as he positioned himself over you. You could feel his cock pressing against your entrance, his thickness filling you up as he thrust into you.

You cried out, your body arching off the bed as Jake rammed into you. He didn't give you a chance to recover from your orgasm, his desire taking over as he fucked you hard and fast. Even making the bed squeak under you two.

Jake's cock pulsed inside you, his thrusts growing more frantic as he chased his own release.

His sweaty chest pressing against yours, his hot breath whispering in your ear as he whispered dirty nothings. Your body responded eagerly, your pussy clenching around his cock as you felt another orgasm building.

You wrapped my legs around his waist, your heels digging into his back as you pulled him deeper into you. Jake groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt you tighten around him.

As Jake's body tensed, his cock throbbing inside you.

His face was buried in the crook of your neck. You held him close, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, your fingers tangled in his hair as you felt his release building.

Suddenly, Jake's body tensed, his cock pulsing inside you as he came. You could feel his cum filling the condom, his shaft throbbing as he emptied himself into the condom.

As Jake's hips slowed, his thrusts becoming gentle as he rode out his orgasm, you felt his body relaxing, his weight pressing down on you.

His face was still buried in the crook of your neck, his hot breath tingling against your skin as he panted, trying to catch his breath.

Slowly, Jake pulled out, causing the both of you to sigh. He laid down beside you for a few seconds before he removed the condoms and went to the bathroom.

You practically kicked out the dress of your body as you felt hot and sticky.

Jake got out of the bathroom and sat down on the side of the bed you were in. — Do you want to take a bath? I'll order something to eat so the bathroom is all yours.

And even though in the back of your head you knew it wasn't a good idea, you nodded.

Jake smiled softly and kissed you. But not a kiss that tells you he wanted to keep fucking. It was just a sweet kiss.

After getting out of the bathroom, you were wearing one of the bathrobes you found hanged. The bed had two silver plates with pizza and french fries, but your clothes were nowhere to be seen.

— Jake? — You tried to not panic as you walked out of the room and found Jake receiving two paper bags from a hotel staff.

— Your clothes will be here in the morning, sir. — The guy said to Jake. — Is there anything else I can do?

— Not for the moment. Thanks. — The guy left after receiving a tip from Jake.

— I sent your dress to the dry cleaners, but I got you clean clothes in case you don't want to leave wearing a dress. — Jake handed you one of the paper bags, which you received hesitantly.

— Isn't it too much? — You asked him, afraid to offend him and his kindness.

— I just thought you preferred… your dress was wrinkled. Fuck… Am I being invasive?

— No! Not at all. It's just that you paid for the hotel, the food and now clothes. This isn't something I would've expected for… this. — It seemed like none of you pictured the same.

— What is this? For you, I mean. — Jake walked towards you, leaving his paper bag on the couch in the way. God, he still had some sort of scent that drove you crazy.

But you couldn't answer, looking at the whole picture, it was obvious he didn't have the same idea as you after meeting at a club.

— How about we eat something? I'm starting to feel dizzy. — You grabbed his hand and pulled him to the room.

The food was already cold, but both of you were too lazy to go to the kitchen and warm the food.

After eating, you were planning on leaving, no matter if it was late, but you were too tired after everything.

And if it wasn't because of your bladder you would've continued sleeping, but you had to run to the bathroom, finding your phone on the floor.

You checked the time. 8:32 in the morning.

When you walked in the room, Jake was sleeping so tight it made you feel like shit for grabbing the paper bag he gave you last night. You locked yourself in the bathroom and dressed up quickly.

After getting out of the bathroom again, you grabbed your heels and rushed out of the room, until you found Jake's phone on the couch right beside his paper bag.

You weren't going to leave him your number, but you didn't want to lose contact, but you weren't ready for whatever he was low-key offering you.

And just like any other hotel, there was a small notebook and a pen on the table. It was your only way to say goodbye without making it difficult… for you.

“You gave me a night I'll never forget, but sadly it happened when I'm not in the correct state of mind. Don't think I'm not thankful for everything you've done for me, but think about the place where you first met me.

I hope we can meet again, I promise I'll make up for it”.

You rushed out of the hotel room, walking confidently to the elevator. You even smiled at the receptionist when you were making your way out of the hotel and hopped in one of the taxis.

When Jake woke up he didn't want to think anything bad when you weren't on his side. Or when he saw the pajama you wore and the paper bag in the bathroom. But then he found the note.

He swore he could hear your voice redacting it. It stinged as he read it over and over and over and over again.

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webslingingslasher · 1 year

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could you do angst -> fluff?

you and peter are long distance. someone sends you a picture of "peter" cheating. but the picture isn't peter.

Long distance relationships sucked.

You may be biased, but you knew that long term relationships were the worst of them all. You’d put that in the same category as finding out you’ve been catfished for years.

It could be worse, like Sadie and Dylan. Dylan moved across the country for school and watching your roommate go through the process of trying to set up date facetime calls, and scheduling calls between the hours of the night, made you feel like you didn’t have any say about yours.

At least you and Peter were in the same time zone, he was only an hour and a half train ride away but it felt like lifetimes when for years you shared a school and zip code. You always had Peter around, and it’s very noticeable when he’s not.

Imagine not being able to kiss your lover everyday, hold their body, or look in their eyes.

Sadie smiled empathetically when Peter called, she got up to leave the room empty. Many times you’ve gotten out of bed at three am for a long bathroom break, you know that there are some things you tell Peter you’d never want anyone else to hear. You could extend that to Sadie as well.

Peter’s voice was warm through the phone.

“Hiya, baby.”

You bit your bottom lip, too excited to keep it in.

“Hi, handsome.”

“Tell me three things from your day.”

You paused to think, you knew this question would come up, you made a mental note of what to tell Peter.

“So, the fat squirrel by park hall attacked this guy for his sandwich, and I know what you’re thinking, but that squirrel is fucking vicious. And, hm…”

Peter shuffles around on his end.

“Oh! My English professor is letting us have open notes midterm, and finally… I really, really missed you.”

Peter gives you a soft chuckle, you wish you could see his face too.

“I missed you too, also that fat squirrel? Next time I come down I wanna see him in person, pictures don’t do it justice.”

When he comes down, he hasn’t visited in a month. Not that you can’t go see him, you make sure to take trips but he also has his aunt here, and he tries to do Spidey in the city as much as he can to keep questions to a minimum.

“Two more, petey.”

He hums on the line, you miss feeling his chest vibrate when he does it against your back.

“I ate a salad for lunch,”

“Bullshit.” You cough on the line.

“Okay, listen here, stinky.”

“Shots fired! I’ll hang up right now.”

Peter whines, “you can’t! I have to tell you my third thing.”

“Go on, I have a call to finish.”

He scoffs, “rude, I was going to say that I may have found an out for my robotics midterm so hypothetically-”

You squeal so loudly on the phone Peter pulls his own away from his ear, it was slightly obnoxious but knowing you were just as excited to see him made his heart melt.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”

Peter gives you that boyish laugh, the one that makes your heart beat three times fast.

“Baby, I didn’t even finish.”

“You don’t have to! I know what you’re saying and I need you here so I can kiss your face and other stuff.”

Peter’s tone drops seductively, “oh? Like what other stuff?”

“You want to see the fat squirrel right?”

“The one in my pants?”

“Oh my god.”

“Okay, okay, so I was thinking I could come up on-”

His name was called in the background, it made you pause for a second, he stopped talking for a minute. His name was called again, it was tilted, like a song almost, it was a female for sure.

“Oh, peteyyy?”

Your stomach dropped, that was your name for him. The name that he only liked you calling him, it was something that was so sacred and this person you don’t know saying it so loosely, like it’s regular.

“Pete?” You say his name like you’re asking ‘who’s that?’ ‘why is she calling you that?’ ‘where are you, are you in your dorm?’ ‘why is there a girl in your room calling you my name?’

He coughs, “sorry, baby. I uh, I need to go but I’ll call you in a few hours, okay?”

“Oh. Oka-”

The line went dead.

Your mind swimmed with dangerous thoughts, each one simmered down with the overwhelming echo that peter would never do anything like what a part of you is insinuating. Not to mention you were sure that he’d explain everything when he called you in a few hours, except when you sat around and waited, and waited, and waited, he never called.

You fell asleep waiting on his call, you woke up with your morning alarm and checked your phone, no missed calls or texts. It felt weird, he never missed goodnight calls. It wasn’t until ten he tried to call, you had to ignore it because of your class but made a note to call him on your way back to your room.

At lunch everything shifted.

You and some friends met up in the dining hall and you were in the middle of scarffing down fries when you tried to look up your friends ex’s new girlfriend on instagram, you were confronted with a message request. The picture and text made your hand fall, french fries scattering, you felt like you were about to puke all over the table.

“I’m pretty sure you’re peter's girlfriend, we shared a class last semester and he talked about you all the time. I was out with some friends last night and I’m pretty sure I saw him at a bar with a girl that doesn’t look like you. If this isn’t him or if you guys aren’t together anymore please ignore this, idk i’d want someone to tell me. I’m sorry :(“

Sure enough the picture was grainy, definitely zoomed in from across the bar but it sure did look like him. A plaid button down you’ve seen him a million times in before, curls poked out the sides of his head, it seemed curlier and longer than you remember but it’s been a while since you saw him in person.

His left arm was looped around the waist of a girl totally opposite of you, it looked like his other hand held her face steady as he kissed her. It made your vision go blurry, you’ve never felt this way before. Curls blocked the side of his face but it looked like him, maybe he looked taller than normal but it was a pic taken from far away, you want to question everything about it but the longer you look at it the sicker you feel.

You shut out of the app and go back to smiling with your friends, you wonder how you’ll call him out. If you were strong enough you’d just ghost him all together, never speak to him again and make him question his insanity.

Instead the second he called when you were home you picked it up with shaky hands.

“Hi ba-”

“We’re done.”

You hung up the phone.

It rang less than three seconds later.

“I’m sorry, what did you-”

“I said we’re done. Goodbye.”

You hung up again.

It rang even quicker, immediate redial.

“Is this a joke?”

“I dunno, peter. Am I?”

“I-”

“Save it, it doesn’t matter. We’re broken up, you can stop calling.”

You don’t know why you thought that would settle things, if anything that made everything worse.

The fourth time he facetimed, he only did it when he was alone, you assume he either kicked his roommate out or is biting the bullet to get teased by his friend for the rest of his life while he begs to keep his girlfriend.

You answer, “what.”

“I need to see your face, what are you telling me?”

“What did you do last night?”

Peter’s eyebrows furrow, “I don’t know, what did I do?”

You take a deep breath, “don’t play dumb. Who was she?”

He makes a face of realization, “Ohhhh, you mean the girl on the phone?”

You mock his tone, “yeah, the girl on the phone. You know, the one you were making out with?”

You hear someone cough, it’s not peter, you can imagine the dead silence that just blanketed the room.

Peter immediately takes the defense, “I didn’t make out with anyone last night, want to take the offense louder?”

“Someone literally texted me a picture.”

“Okay, so let me literally see it.”

You narrow your eyes, “I don’t have to entertain this, peter. I broke up with you and you cheated, the end.”

Peter sits up on his end, “no, not the end. You’re throwing damaging accusations out there and not giving me any fucking context.”

“I. got. a. text.” You paused between each word to prove a point, also a little condescendingly.

“Show. me.” He mocked your tone.

You let a groan rip from your throat, “it doesn’t change that you did it.”

Peter rubs his hand down his face, “okay, fuck this. I was here all night, in my dorm room. If you want you can ask my roommate, he was here, with his girlfriend,” he enunciated the last word, “who called me petey, you know, like you do, maybe, I don’t know, mockingly?”

His words make you think, if he was truly guilty you don’t think he’d be defending himself so hard. You would think that once he was caught he’d fold his cards, instead he’s insulted you could even assume something like that.

You take down the threat in your voice, “but… I got a picture. And it looks just like you.”

Peter takes your side, he may defend his but he can’t make it better by pitting against you.

“I’m sure it does, baby, but I promise I was here all night.”

“Peter, it looks just like you.”

He takes a deep breath to settle his frustration, “I know, but I promise it’s not me. Why would I cheat?”

It’s a good question, you never would’ve thought he could but the picture was damning evidence.

“I don’t know. I didn’t think you would, but I mean pete, it looks like you. He’s even wearing your green blue plaid button down.”

Peter’s eyes bug open, his head spins, you know he’s staring his roommate in the eyes.

“Evan!” They both exclaim at the same time.

Your eyebrow scrunches, “who?”

“Hair a little longer than mine? Maybe a little taller?”

You pull your head back, “yeah… why?”

Peter smiles wide, “making out with a blonde? At a bar?”

“That would be it.”

Peter shares a high five off screen.

“That’s our friend Evan, he was on a date. He borrowed my shirt, wasn’t me, promise.”

You stare at the screen, he seemed authentic and desperate for you to believe him.

“Fine. We’re still dating for now, but I need to see you and him in the same room. Preferably from the back and in the same shirt.”

“Done. I’ll print them out and bring them when I see you next week.”

Peter winks at the screen and you squeal at the thought of seeing him so soon.

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cloveroctobers · 8 months

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FEBRUARY FLUFF — CARMY BERZATTO.

A/N: so carmy won this time around!!! Thanks to all those that voted and ultimately made this decision for me lol. Hope you guys enjoy this and have a safe, healthy, and happy love season 🩷 + yes this is a mixture of fluff and angst...i mean come on! I wouldn't be me if i didn't include that in here somewhere!

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE + HERE & I’m using: 1. “…Okay, so the only way for us to enjoy that huge discount is to act like we’re dating.” “What, so you’d fake date me for discounted food but you wouldn’t real date me even though I could take you out to the best restaurants out there in town every fucking night if you wanted me to?” + always giving the other the first bite of their food < or the last.

WARNINGS/SN: I wrote with a black or brown reader in mind although reader isn't physically described + they’re given a name only when mentioned, language is a thing here duh!, this is LENGTHY, lots of timelines: reader + nat became friendly before season 1 during the summer prior to 7 fishes which is estimated to be five years before season 2, reader knows of carmy due to past work, I feel like she can be just a few year(s) older than carmy but younger than nat—there’s a age gap for the Berzatto’s anyways, sexual relations are mentioned, this piece takes place months after the grand opening, & finally there’s a possible chance for a poly relationship or maybe just multiple crushes going on? Take that how you will.

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

it was a Sunday.

The kind of Sunday you woke up embarrassed about but knew you had to swallow your pride and just send out that text. You knew you wouldn’t be judged regardless reaching out to Fak because he’s built to deal with things like this and never made you feel like shit about anything.

You usually had to squeeze it out of him to get him to lay out any cons about a situation but appreciated most times when he didn’t. Your minds been going haywire with a recent assignment as a food journalist and it really slipped your mind, although you were usually a quick thinker, you’ve been stressed over this recent restaurant. Thankfully it clicked for you after throwing a tantrum to simply reach out to Fak to come help you out.

The stupid lever in your bathroom decided to stop flushing on you and of course you panicked. Who wouldn’t panic in a situation like that? You no longer had a roommate and strongly debated if you even wanted to search for another; after the shady actions of the previous one, so you really didn’t have to worry about them giving you shit either. (Let’s see if your rent feels the same next month!)

It was just you in the end and perhaps you were learning to be okay with that.

Yet that didn’t stop you from FaceTiming Sydney about it. “Hey Siddy, how’s your day going?”

“Pretty good, yours?” She politely asked as she moved down the hallway of her shared apartment to prop her phone on the pedestal sink, moving around her functioning bathroom to grab some oil to grease her scalp.

Smacking your lips you glare, “it fucking sucks.”

“Oh?” Sydney questioned, appearing back in frame, “what happened? Did someone egg and scratch up your car again after a review you gave them? Noo wait, don’t tell me there’s a bullet hole?!”

That was light work compared to New York (it really wasn’t a competition of which state had its worst moments but your home state left you kinda triggered, not gonna lie!) where you were just starting off and those that were in tune with the culinary world didn’t take your words with a grain of salt. Most nights you still woke up gasping for air, reaching for your throat due to some trauma of a break in from a well-known nepo-baby chef. Don’t get that twisted, your mom didn’t raise no punk but that didn’t mean those events didn’t mess with your mental and you acknowledged that every time you had a nightmare. They only served three years and five months compared to the original five year sentence.

Ah the system…got to love how that works out for the privileged!

You shrugged, “no…the threats have been pretty tame lately so I can give myself a pat on the back for that. However! I still am in a crisis.”

Sydney begins to move her braids around to expose her scalp, “Elaborate for me.”

“My toilet won’t flush!” You whine, laying flat on your messy bed. You tended to not make your bed on Saturdays and didn’t get around to making it today—although it was after 3pm.

Sydney asks, “Like the waste won’t go down…?”

“Exactly!” You confirm throwing your arm over your eyes dramatically, “The lever thing is moving like my old dislocated shoulder.”

Sydney gags, “don’t fucking remind me of that day. That was spooky to witness but I am glad you healed from that.”

“Thanks girl, means a lot, truly.”

Sydney gives a small smile, “don’t mention it…have you considered YouTubing it? That’s what I do when I don’t want to ask anyone for help and figure it out by myself.”

You hummed knowing this was true. In a sense you could be like that too, especially when it came to the working field, since writers can tend to be some nasty bitches and always in rivalry with each other. You made a name for yourself in Chicago as well, coming from New York where you worked just as hard-maybe even harder than the rest to mean and write exactly how you felt about cuisine, regardless if anyone agreed or not. It wasn’t about if people liked you, the relationship with food would always be more significant and hold value in your life, just like the rest of these chef’s you encountered and you got that, people were allowed to be sensitive about their work. You’ve come toe to toe with many chef’s around the world who didn’t like your take on their craft but that didn’t mean you didn’t understand them. They hardly took the time to really dive into your ratings and automatically took it as you shit talking or not having any idea what you were saying since you “weren’t really a chef,” but you knew your worth most days.

Yes you could be straight forward but that didn’t mean you lacked compassion like some chef’s liked to think according to your reviews. You often wrote in a way that was puzzling to some, almost philosophical or riddle like with your own twist. Some just didn’t get it and that was okay but you wouldn’t back down from any confrontation. The second they didn’t want to really listen, that’s when you removed yourself from the escalating problem. It didn’t have to get violent like some wanted to inflict.

“Why didn’t I think of that?!” You exasperated, slapping the palm of your hand to your forehead.

Sydney snorted, “maybe because you’re under a lot of pressure lately and the most simplest of things don’t come as easily as they should.”

“You would think I have high blood pressure with the way these past two weeks have been.”

Sydney says, “give it time.”

“Gee, thanks! That’s exactly the kind of shit I want to hear from you.” You roll your eyes at the blurt of words that commonly escaped the braided girl’s mouth.

Sydney breathes out a laugh, “I’m just joking!”

“Yeah, yeah! Maybe I should text fak back and tell him not to come by!”

“You asked fak instead of the apartment manager?” Sydney is in amazement.

“Fuck that noise, he’s so full of shit that he should see a doctor about it. He’ll show up to analyze the problem, then acts like he’s going to fit you into the schedule and then when you catch him in the lobby he pretends that he has amnesia.” You commented with a scowl.

You get ready to minimize the call to text fak but some obnoxious knocks at the door made you pop up from your bed. “That was fast!”

Hopping up from the bed and padding out of the last bedroom in the apartment, you made the journey through the foyer to the awaiting black front door. Peeking through the peephole you spot Fak grinning widely up into it, almost making you jump back.

“He’s made it Siddy! I’ll call you back!”

“K. Good luck!” Sydney calls out before you end the call to pull the door wide open.

“Neil!” You scream, quickly latching onto his tatted wrist ready to yank him in until you notice someone else is with him, “…why is he here?” You point.

Fak quickly glances over at a brimmed Carmy who raised a brow at him in a silent told you so manner, “I mean we were having a boy’s day when you called and I didn’t want my buddy to be left out. Plus, it’s always great to have some assistance.”

“…i find it hard to believe that Carmen wants to fix my toilet.” You cross your arms, poking out your hip as you stare at him.

Carmen shrugs his shoulders, “I wanted to wait in the car if it makes you feel any better.”

“Hmm…it doesn’t.”

Carmy rolls his eyes, pinching at the bridge of his nose briefly in agitation, “you know what, fak you’ve got this right? I know you do so—

“Nope!” Fak quickly interrupts, “this maybe a two person job so aspie if you just let us do what we came to do—

Shooting an arm out to block the doorway you peer into Fak’s dark teal eyes to show you mean business, “didn’t I say I dislike that nickname, Neil?”

He nods.

“Also i find it offensive that you brought an uninvited guest to my place.”

“Just be glad it wasn’t Richie because that was also a possibility before he ran off to pick up the kid.” Carmy snaps making you roll your eyes.

If Richie was here you been would have slammed the door in both Fak and his face. Sure you had some sort of tension with Carmy and beef with .......his cousin but at least Carmy only gave it back to you when he had the energy to—meaning if he was already on one. The issue was simple, you wrote a not so nice review once before when the eldest berzatto, Michael was alive and running the joint. Richie couldn’t forget that and actually kept the clipping, yes the clipping of the review way back when. He had the receipts to show Carmy and Carmy actually brushed it off then, not seeming to really care or doubt some of the words that were said.

He came to revamp the place because Mikey left it for him, to fix the mess his big brother left behind, to create what they’ve always dreamed of. Sure he got shit for it in the beginning and part of him felt like maybe that was your case too? He could relate to you on that, yet the weight was slightly different on his part and he even spoke with you not long after he found those tomato cans.

That gave him a certain push he couldn’t really explain. He may have done a brief dive on you, wondering why you felt acquainted to him—completely forgetting about seeing you once around Noma—choosing to start with reading previous reviews by you on other restaurants here in Chicago and a few interviews you’ve done over the world. You weren’t just some nobody, you held your titles well and it reflected in your work.

You weren’t clueless.

He just didn’t really know what he was dealing with until a short time ago.

What he didn’t expect was for you to show up again on opening night with a certain head chef, also from New York. That made carmy more anxious than anything, seeing you sitting beside that four eyed fuck ready to set off a tornado in the heart of the bear. Was that your motive all along? With carmy attempting to build a bridge, not for you to kiss his ass with praise but there was a odd need to have a simple conversation with you. It was weird but it seemed like Sydney, Fak, and Nat liked you?

The jury was still out with the rest—except Richie but you were a mystery to Carmy. However carmy wasn’t the best at putting a read on people or their emotions in the first place, he was good at fucking that up unless you’re screaming it into his face. That’s just how he operated.

“You two can come in—only because I don’t have the patience with the manager here and Neil’s the best I’m gonna get.” You state while fak slaps a hand on his chest.

“That was really sweet, Aspen.” Fak cooed ready to pull you into a bone crushing hug but you hold up a finger.

“Save the hugs until after you fix my problem.”

“You got it boss,” Fak salutes before diving under your arm to travel through your apartment, ooo-ing and ah-ing before finding the bathroom around the corner from the living room.

Sighing you drop your arm and wave carmy through, who keeps his view straight while traveling through the hallway. You call out to him, “you can have a seat on the couch.”

“What? Did you drop a load or something and is that the real reason why you don’t want me to help Fak?” Carmy comes right out with it, nose twitching in amusement after whipping around to face you in the center of the living room.

See…only when he’s frustrated or overly focused will he just let it out. Some may look at this as Carmy attempting to make a joke but you took that somewhat personally. The only thing you were thinking after he said this was: What an ego on this one huh?

You stop on your heels and tilt your head to the side, “are you telling me that you think women or fem pronoun users don’t take shits? Do you know what it feels like to have period shits?”

Carmy blinks at you and shouts with his hands out, “I...don't even know what the fuck you're getting at? I wasn't even trying to be sexist to you just then! I asked you a honest question—

“About you being in my business,” you pointed out, “contrary to your beliefs I have a heart and decided to be nice to you and let you stay in my place to keep warm. You’re welcome!”

“Oh bullshit, don’t act like you’re doin’ me any favors.” Carmy scowls, “you don’t even want me here.”

You shrug, “yet you’re here in my apartment, yelling.”

Carmy exhaled while you smirked at him sweetly before turning to lean against the wall that leads to the bathroom.

“Everything okay in there, Neil?”

“Oh yeah!” He says, “I think I figured out the problem. Easy peasy!”

“Great!” You exclaim, pulling your phone out from your sweats to read a very important email.

The weight of stress seemed to lift a good chunk as you quickly responded to a email that you’ve been waiting for. You’ve been invited out (squeezed in) to a taste test at this restaurant for this evening that you’ve been trying to get into for a month before you brought it up to your employer. The deadline was approaching for the end of this week to have a review ready and they just responded to you five days before that deadline! Reading over it twice, the squeal in you slipped through your smile until you read the exceptions.

If you were to go over the amount of food purchased, which you would put on the company card anyways, you can get a discount if you brought a plus one and some reimbursement if the review was satisfactory to the owners—which the last part wasn’t unfamiliar to you.

You usually didn’t bring a plus one to any of the places you did reviews for, you got comfortable doing outings all on your own but this was different. Sure you were somewhat known in the culinary world but that didn’t mean you were a millionaire and this restaurant was apparently upscale. There was a waiting list regardless of your status—even for the celebrities that went there so this was a big deal and they gave you a short notice. Usually Sundays were known for a reset for the week but what better way to start it?

You don’t go forward with reaching out to anybody else that you work with. This was your battle and you were aware that two of your other co-workers also reached out to this restaurant. You just hoped you were the only one they picked and wouldn’t miss out on the great opportunity just because you weren’t sure about your guest.

A few hours before show time and you had to find somebody to attend with you. Your best friend was away in Cabo for a honeymoon, the other (who recently planned on moving to ATL) was dealing with the flu and had their no good ex boyfriend taking care of them, Sydney was suddenly MIA, and you even considered inviting Natalie Berzatto to piss carmy off just a bit.

“Hey, Nat!” You greet into the phone as you walk into the kitchen, witnessing Carmy perk up from the couch.

It’s small talk at first: you asking about how her day is going as a mom to be, if she’s going to be at the bear tomorrow, did she watch the Emmy’s the other night, tell her husband you said hello, and then finally if she had plans for tonight.

“…are you asking me to hang out?”

“We had fun at that club way back when no?”

“Yeah! But that was how long ago?”

You knew it’s been awhile. You were always friendly with Natalie, meeting her first—well second out of the siblings down at the small mart one summer you helped out at that your great-uncle owned. She was huffing about something her boyfriend at the time, Pete forgot to bring her and some groceries she was picking up for her mom. You were cool enough to become Facebook friends, exchange numbers, go out for coffee and go to the club together. This wasn’t unusual to call each other randomly but you knew she commonly got shit from Michael and Richard about her talking and hanging out with you.

The thing about Natalie Berzatto is that she always tried to give people the benefit of the doubt. Yes she saw your review yet she kinda laughed about it initially but it was all fuck you’s from the other two loud mouth’s. Of course she was going to listen to her brother but she still had a mind of her own. she didn’t care to listen to Richie go off but she understood how Michael felt, although she was the only other Berzatto that heard you out.

Except you didn’t owe anybody an explanation even if some felt you were more cutthroat in your younger years.

“...Before you and Pete even thought about marriage?”

You were younger than them but you imagined how it would always work out for Nat and Pete, which included growing old together.

“Wow! Yeah that sounds right.”

“So…?”

“Can’t do it.”

“You didn’t even hear all the details!”

“I know, I know and it sounds like it’ll be a real fucking blast but if this kid wasn’t sitting on my sciatic nerve constantly and if my feet weren’t the size of two honeydews…I totally would! But I’ll have to decline this time around—so please don’t hate me!”

“I could never!”

“You know you could always ask carmy-

“Why on earth would I do that?” Your reply was instant.

Natalie sighed over the phone, “aspen…the potential of friendship and love is a beautiful thing.”

You scrunched up your face at the phone before placing it back to your ear.

“Do you want me to hang up on you?”

“I’d call you a rude bitch if you did but then get over it.”

“I can live with that because I know it’s real love between you and I.”

“…whatever that means.”

“Right.”

You both laugh, knowing just how weird the subject of love can be. Although you didn’t talk all the time it was always okay for one of the other to drop a venting text or call each other’s way and know the other would get around to responding. The both of you may not be the best of friends but you did consider each other friends regardless. There were conversations between the both of you that no one knew about and would be a constant reminder of what kind of friends the both of you would remain.

Natalie wished things could have been resolved between you and Michael but she reassured that the dislike wasn’t as deep as it seemed. There was no secret that you felt awful about how his life ended and being there for nat during that time also meant a lot. She told you that one of the last conversations she had with Michael was about you and it felt as if he was learning to let go of your review, slowly taking in Nat’s words of you not having a cruel bone in your body especially with all that you’ve done for her.

Anybody that showed his sister true friendship couldn’t be complete garbage. As much as he tolerated Pete, Michael was always aware that he was good enough for his sister. They were all cut from different cloths and the Berzatto’s were just from the same but opposite corner’s.

Natalie telling you this was not to erase any worries you had since that is always brought to the surface when someone you’ve been face to face with before decides to end it all. It was to show you that nobody ever truly knows what anyone is thinking whether there is love there or not.

You can feel Natalie smiling through the phone, “Think about it…all that tension could be smoothed out if you extend the olive branch…now it’s your turn.”

“It’s not my fault he switched up on me after your opening night.” You didn’t lower your voice or make it louder but you were definitely staring at carmy now who was side eyeing you, looking like phineas from phineas and ferb.

“That’s something you need to talk to him about, don’t you think?” Her tone was always so gentle that it made you sick sometimes because she could be right.

“I’m not here to do think pieces.”

“…aren’t you a writer?”

“Have a good night, nat.”

“Ta-Ta!” Natalie sing-songs, “be sure to send me the deets later because carmy never tells me anything! Bye! Chat later!”

Hanging up the phone, you slide it onto the counter and tap your nails against the island. To the right of you, you pick up on some clinking in the bathroom—which sounds somewhat normal and zone in on carmy who’s also holding onto his phone but staring at the blank tv in thought.

“Hey, Carmen.” You call his name.

His bright blues turn to you as if he hasn’t been eavesdropping on your conversation here and there between his texts with Marcus.

“You. Me. The Saffron Simmer. 7pm.”

The air is frigid as the both of you hunch your shoulders shoving through Chicago’s winter. Shockingly the streets are filled with cars tonight so you had to park on the next street over before walking up and around to The Saffron Simmer. Carmy offered to drive, which was a debate—no shock there—since there was no way he was leaving the bear stock van behind for no license having fak to play around in.

Fak definitely found that offensive and said he didn’t mind hanging out at your place, being done with your toilet but with the look you sent him he said he’s find an Uber or fak2 can pick him up. It’s not like you didn’t trust fak in your place…it’s just that the possibilities of what he can get into are endless.

You also didn’t want to ride in the bear’s van not because of shallow reasons, you just wanted to annoy carmy just a bit more for fun. Walking mostly everywhere was the way to go growing up in New York and Carmy working there so doing so here in Chicago wasnt foreign either. However with the type of cold here in this city is enough to give the bravest of hearts hypothermia. So obviously driving was the best option, it’s just the petty back and forth between you two of who will drive had to be spewed.

Eventually you gave in and sat in the passenger side of the van, being on DJ duty for the twenty-five minute drive—something carmy didn’t care to argue over. The both of you made it on time, throwing the door back for carmy to catch then bouncing on your toes while he blew into his gloveless hands waiting on the greeter to find your reservation.

The pictures didn’t do The saffron simmer any justice. There was so much to look at with its modernized speakeasy décor and the high ceilings did a superb job of making the both of you feel small in the spacious space. Thankfully the dress code was business casual so you didn’t have to go all out but you still put in the effort of looking your best in simple attire. You’re shrugging out of your scarf, earmuffs, and puffer coat while Carmy is already seated; with only the removal of his cap across from you in a chair.

He’s watching you as you place everything neatly to the right of you before you're taking a seat in the leather oversized chair, then digging through your tote to pull out your notepad, Sony camera, phone, and bolt pen. You quickly scribble something on the first line and circle it before dropping your pen.

Rolling the sleeves of your long sleeves back underneath your blazer, you roll your shoulders with a close of your eyes before opening them with a look of determination.

“Wow, that was something.” Carmy tells you, making you set your eyes back on him, forgetting just that quick that he was your plus one.

Clasping your hands together you quirk up a brow, “What?”

“Watching you prep.”

You dip your head, “should have seen me before I got dressed…much worse.”

A smirk appears on the corner of Carmy’s lips, “oh yeah?”

“Well yes, I can contain myself in public, Carmen. Your home is supposed to be your safe space so that’s the best place to go a little crazy sometimes.” You inform, yet still not giving too much away.

“Why are you in your head about this place anyway?” Carmy peers around the slightly filled dining area before meeting your eyes once more.

You lift your shoulders, “have you seen the way they market this place? Giving not too much away although it’s top ten restaurants here and I can either contribute to its success or its downfall. They picked me for a reason so my review matters at the end of this year.”

“But you uh-get a thrill out of this shit don’t you? It’s what you signed up for, right?” Carmy is actually relaxed against the chair across from you.

Which is a sight to see.

You state, “it’s part of the job, if that’s what you mean.”

Carmy blinks and seems to get it, “and so you stay.”

“So I stay.” You echo while holding his stare, which is broken by a piece of the stone table lifting and showcasing the menu illuminated by sepia lighting in the dark of the restaurant.

Carmy’s bright eyes are wide as he stares at the menu that appears right in front of your faces. There’s a grin on your face as you rest your fingertips around its rough edges, almost as if you were expecting this while carmy blows out a breath.

“The hell is this place?”

You peek over at him, “some next level shit, berzatto.”

“Yeah…I think I’m starting to catch on.”

You turn your attention back to the menu, swiping your fingertips along the touch screen although you’ve heard things about the menu, which they kept offline since apparently it renews monthly.

“What looks good?”

“Uh…these pages aren’t even labeled." Carmy exhales through his nose, eyes searching all over the tablet, "I have no clue. You?”

The words come at ease for you, "One of almost everything maybe?”

“Sounds good...I guess?”

“On me by the way,” you state with a wink as you flash your company card.

“I’ll get the tip then.” Carmy pats his jeans, the left containing his carton of cigarettes, the right holding his keys, lifting his hips he checks for his wallet although he’s been sitting on his behind for about ten minutes now.

You don’t argue with that, eyes in awe at the selection of items as you start ordering, “don’t forget to order your drink.”

“Water should be fine,” Carmy mutters to himself, eyes scanning over the first strange title of water that is described as flower and ginger infused purified water and decides to go with that.

You finally express after rapidly letting your fingers go over the screen and taking a picture with your phone, “…Okay, so the only way for us to enjoy that huge discount is to act like we’re dating.”

It sounded so easy to you as you quickly shifted to pick up your pen and start writing notes.

“What was that?” Carmy pressed his elbows into the edge of the table, making sure he heard you right since he’s not even sure if he can trust his inner thoughts lately.

You’re still scribbling but also turning your face towards the messy haired chef, “you heard me. We have to act like we’re in a relationship because I’ve definitely went over the budget on the card.”

“That’s not really my problem?”

“Yes it is,” you demand, “you agreed to be my plus one so that’s that. Plus this menu further confirmed my suspicions from the email.”

Carmy scratches at his brow confused, “what are you talking about, aspen?”

“Here,” you swipe across your screen towards Carmy’s device, which brings up another screen instantly to carmy who’s in awe but scans over the details.

You didn’t share the email with him but he’s heard about how high tech this restaurant is but didn’t have the time to do his own research.

*Significant others in attendance are subject to applicable discounts.*

Carmy feels his stomach cramp at the fine print and it so small that he was sure anyone could have missed that.

Not you.

“…how exactly are we supposed to prove that, hm?” He's gripping at his greasy hair now, feeling himself getting a bit worked up about this.

You fanned your hand along, “just do what couples do and follow my lead...Depending on our witnesses,” you whisper as you look around, “they could always assume that’s what we are anyways.”

Part of carmy didn’t like how that came off.

“What, so you’d fake date me for discounted food but you wouldn’t real date me even though I could take you out to the best restaurants out there in town every fucking night if you wanted me to?” Flies out of Carmy’s mouth before he can even process what he’s saying.

That stoops you too, making you press your back against the chair in thought. That wouldn’t be going down in the notes, as you stare at the pen in between your fingers for a moment. Which brings you back to Carmy’s tatted fingers first that touched you in ways that romance novelist craved to write about.

So you may have left that out, how a shared conversation about the “heartless” review of then Chicagoland turned the bear melted into hot and heavy actions in the front seat of your Mazda. It hits you in those same flashes you take of dishes: the unsure sloppy kisses, you taking the lead to get Carmy to just touch you, shaky hands that trace the tattoo from your rib cage down to your hip before soon holding steady and angled just right beneath your red tapered trousers.

“Where did that come from?” You question just as a server greets you, delivering drinks and announcing the small plates should be out in the next five minutes with a timer appearing on both of the stone tablets.

Carmy says, “you—you didn’t just think I forget right?”

“Well I was hoping.” You were honest, “neither of us are ready for relationships—especially hearing about you and Claire.”

Carmy felt his eye twitch, “and how do you know about that?”

Sydney.

You wouldn’t throw her under the bus like that although you could tell carmy already knew.

“I have my resources but don’t think I’ve been asking around about you or anything like that.” You sipped at the raspberry mint cocktail, it could be stronger.

His thumbs are shaking first on the table top but his icy stare made your chest pulsate in a way you didn't particularly like, “…would that be so bad?”

You and carmy didn’t exactly know each other well enough besides a conversation once had and with his hand down your pants! and you trying to get him to crash, clothes still on right in the center of his lap—It was a spur of the moment hookup and you could tell it was not something that happened often for carmy. He never had time for it or bothered to get attached but there was something about you that had him thinking otherwise. What was supposed to be a one time thing that you swept to the back of your mind was being brought up again.

The annoyance overtook what that feeling brought in the front seat of your ride. You weren’t ignoring carmy after that but the both of you had a lot on your plate with him renovating a restaurant and you diving back into your own work. Both fields of work seemed to matter more and not once did you think he ever thought about you in that way.

Communication was important people!

And here you thought he wanted nothing to do with you, especially with you showing up to the grand opening of The Bear. Now here you were months later, basically at your benefit, face to face hearing only pieces of what Carmen Berzatto was thinking.

“Hey, guys!” A familiar voice gathers your attention and you both turn to see Sydney smiling at you two.

Carmy widens his eyes, “Syd, what’re you doing here?”

Sydney snorted, “doing the same thing you’re doing? Having dinner.”

“Right.” He lightly shakes his head.

“Oh my god…am I interrupting this um? Date?” Sydney quickly connected the dots eyeing the both of you back and forth while you’re choking on your drink, “you okay?”

She pats your back for you while you gasp and Carmy slides over his water your way although you have your own glass near by. Gaining some air, you swallow some water and breathe through your nose. Normally you would have a response for Sydney’s joke but given what carmy just said to you had your mind running along with some burning tears you wiped away.

“So this is where you’ve been instead of answering me back?” You decide to switch the subject-you were great at that-wheezing a bit while Carmy scoffs and looks away.

Sydney frowns, “huh? When did you call me besides the FaceTime call…” she starts and pulls out her phone, “oh shit sorry. I placed it on do not disturb like thirty minutes after you didn’t call me back. I got wrapped into some entail about the menu from one of the chef’s that works here and is also a friend.”

Carmy speaks, “Didn’t know you had a connect with anybody here, Syd.”

“Can’t reveal all my moves, Carm.” She winks and lightly elbows him while Carmy sends her a small smile and a shake of his head.

Carmy asks, “scooping out our competition?”

“Only a little," She pinches her fingers before continuing, "and my dad thought it would be a place I wanted to try.” Sydney admits, “and if you two weren’t on a date I’d say let’s make this a group thing! so I’ll be going! I see my dad coming back from the bathroom…he’s got like a bladder problem and I don’t know why I’m sharing that with you two. But bye! Enjoy and just know I’ll be keeping my eye on you two.”

“Fuck,” carmy exhaled feeling his nerves rising, “don’t do that.”

Sydney chuckles to herself and sends a wave to you two before walking back to her table by the window.

“Siddy kicked me to the curb for her dad,” you sigh resting your cheek into your knuckles for a moment, “can’t be mad at that.”

“But you can be mad at me for what exactly?”

“You wanna do this with me right now?”

“Yeah, I think I do.”

“I thought we could move past what happened—

“You can say it you know? Me with my fingers inside—

“Excuse me!” You hiss, “I don’t need you to repeat action by action thank you. I was there too. We both know what happened, we’d agreed we can coexist around this big ass city. I show up to support—

“Did you though?” Carmy pressed, “support me? Or am I waiting for something else to be thrown at me with your upcoming review?”

“What?!” You bite, “is that what your stank ass attitude is about?”

Carmy tightened his jaw just as the first serving was handed over. You let him sulk in that for some time as you study the plating of the four appetizers, making note of each before taking more pictures with your sony.

“I wasn’t there to write a review.” You reply.

“I saw you—

“Let me finish. I understand pressure so I get it but you have to learn to channel your anger and this grief, elsewhere and deal with it better without projecting it onto any and everybody. I’ll tell you that right now that won’t get you anywhere and especially with me, Carmen.” You affirm.

You’ve been in Carmy’s position before so you can speak with experience. He seemed to always be waiting for the worse to continue filling up his plate but it takes time to accept the good in life. He was giving you something but you weren’t sure it was the best option for the both of you and you weren’t afraid to say that.

“Alright…I didn’t come here to talk about feelings either you know? That’s what those meetings are for.” Carmy spills just a tad.

You stare at the vibrant but delicate plating but his tone and the soft upbeat tempo above your heads don’t go unnoticed. “What did you come here for then?”

Carmy blinks and snatches up a spoon, almost weighing it in his hands before he dives the utensil into the dish. He stares as the stretch of cheese, twisting the spoon to break it apart before holding the Macaroni and Brie with Crab out for you to take the first bite.

He doesn’t answer for awhile and so you do the honors of taking a bite and savoring it's texture and taste.

“…that’s not my favorite.” You announce and notice that Carmy waited for your view.

He raises his brows, “tell me about it?”

“They need different plating.” You deeply sigh, “I know that type of plating works best for a dessert and that’s not it. There’s more breadcrumbs than meat, which seems to not be fully removed from its shell so be careful with that. It’s also lacking flavor even with the brie, which is my least favorite kind of cheese in Mac, although many swear by it.”

Carmy flicks his attention to your disappointment to you scribbling into your notepad with a shake of your head. If he was making you a dish, he’d try his hardest to make sure it was everything you ever wanted.

He quickly has his share and thinks to himself.

Carmy can agree, this was lacking flavor and the breadcrumbs didn’t even have a crunch to them. You can’t just depend on the cheese to give you flavor in Mac and cheese.

“What’s your favorite dish? I—I don’t think I ever asked you that. We just went straight into talking about the beef.”

And doing dirty things in the front seat but who needs to relive that?!

You look up from your notes and lift your chin, “you’re looking at it. It’s childish I know...but that’s exactly what it reminds me of: my childhood. Mac and cheese! then as I got into my adulthood…crab kinda took over. Which is funny because I hated on it for so long growing up. My papa—my grandad, he helped my mom raise me, he's from Ocean City so you can only imagine the amount of seafood on our table.”

You’re smiling to yourself and Carmy can’t help but to feel his small laughter lines appear by his lips as you’re locked into some memory only you can remember vividly. This was the most Carmy was learning about you, sure it may not look like much but he didn’t feel the need to dissociate even if at times he really couldn’t help it.

You were the question mark that he wanted to figure out and get all the answers to. Maybe it was his gut and he shouldn’t have blabbed to sugar about you because now Carmy was thinking this was Michael’s doing.

If you believe in that shit.

So the both of you take your time trying the small dishes before getting the main courses. It seems the longer you sit across from each other—the tension was definitely still there especially with Sydney’s eyes burning into the two of you across the room and attempting to not get caught—although she had once or twice but gradually it lifted as you and carmy shared this time together.

He watched you work while you asked for his input before you told your own. He also provided a few things he would do to tweak it if he agreed with what you didn’t enjoy. Which was eye-opening for you, yes you went to school for journalism and sat in on some cooking classes once that also tied into your passion for learning. After completing your first degree you decided culinary may take you to different heights and enrolled into culinary school. You didn’t find the need to continue going through with being a chef after Copenhagen, finding writing to be your stronger suit but you still understood food and the relationship with it when it came to chef’s.

So you took carmy’s input into consideration.

With the last serving being a Asian dessert called, “Jjan Hae,” which consisted of: coconut rice pudding served with fresh citrus (orange, grapefruit, kumquat) and coffee ice cream, topped with crispy pop rice & a shot of Korean rice wine, it was a strange concept but the both of you came to terms with the dessert working well.

Carmy even took a video to show Marcus tomorrow at the bear and sent a photo to an old colleague, Luca, that you were also familiar with considering Noma was a thing that you didn’t bother speaking much on…but it was your turn to give carmy the last serving.

He hesitated since he had his own bowl, which he finished way before you did but it was clear you wanted him to have the last bite so he also took it while saying something with his eyes.

Breaking the stare, the both of you felt your phone buzz with a text. Carmy didn’t jump to answer it right away…he was the worst texter according to Nat and Sydney but you can answer for the both of you as it was a group text from Sydney who was long gone with her dad.

Siddy + (773) XXX-XXXX: Carmy, invite aspen to breakfast in the morning?? See you guys then! 👍🏾😉

“You guys do breakfast at the bear now?” You say lifting your eyes from your screen.

You heard Sydney made a mean omelette but you haven’t been back since earlier this year and you weren’t in the mood for that that night.

Carmy frowns and closes his eyes with a shake of his head, “uh yeah it’s a new thing that Syd came up with but we agreed to do that with everyone once a month…later this month. Why?”

“She wants me to have breakfast with you guys…knowing I’m not a morning person.”

“It’s not happening tomorrow anyway, so what is she talking about?” Carmy digs into his jacket, where he carelessly shoved his phone into after sending the photo off to Luca.

Another text rings out: at carmy’s place. just us three???

Not Sydney making plans and then placing it all at Carmy’s apartment.

He’s taking a breath, almost as a silent reminder for him to do so before his thumbs move over his screen: i don’t even eat breakfast, Syd.

Syd: well youre gonna.

~ Syd has notifications silenced 🌙 ~

“Well, looks like your work wife told your ass.” You laugh, which you translated into her message but didn’t comment further than that.

Carmy harshly exhales through his nostrils in disbelief, “my work wife huh?”

He didn’t hate how that sounded but he also never thought about marriage or relationships in awhile.

“Yeah…the proof is in the pudding, no matter what anyone says.”

Carmy pinched at his bottom lip as he attempts to dryly joke, “I thought it was rice? and what about outside work…”

“That’s something you have to figure out yourself.” You shrug, getting ready to pack up your notes and cameras.

You turn your attention to the table, which knows just when to lift as you tap on the screen to signal that you’re ready to pay while holding out your company card, “are you paying cash for the tip or card?”

“Uh, cash.” Carmy answers, “…what if I’m starting to think about what come’s next?”

“With Syd?” You question, your now sage and mint scented hands flying over the screen as you select the correct paying method before tapping your company card against the screen.

Carmy starts bouncing his leg underneath the table, “with everything.”

“Well…when you’re ready you’ll make moves to make it happen won’t you?”

Carmy dips his head, “you bet.”

And here comes the intense eye contact that you can’t help but to huff out some laughter.

“What’s funny?”

“It’s just people with light eyes always do this thing where they’re just staring into your soul you know? Like damn, relax!”

Carmy’s confused as he holds his wallet open, “uh sorry for having eyes?”

“Shut up, glacier eyes.” You tell while Carmy just snorts at you.

The both of you don’t waste any time rushing back to his car as the clock is approaching 10pm. The wind’s definitely picked up and the temperature dropped, making it easier not to get caught up in the night time city lights which you often liked to do. Back in the van, carmy doesn’t wait to crank up the heat and you don’t bother to mess with the radio this time.

“So?” Carmy asks as he waits for the car to warm up some.

You keep your attention outside the window shield, “yes?”

“What’s the rating?”

“What makes you think I’m going to tell you that, Carmen?” You continue holding yourself.

He sniffs, “I mean—I was sitting across from you the entire night while you told me some of your thoughts.”

“So you thought you should also get the final score? I don’t even know what I’m going to say yet.”

“Ah, I think you’ve got some idea.” Carmy lolls his head over to peek at you.

Laughter bubbles past your lips, “I do. I’ve absolutely had better because—what the fuck was that?”

Carmen feels a crooked smirk appear on his own face, “I don’t want to completely bash other chef’s work but fuck, I thought it was just me? You said it got a 4.3 out of 5? The ambience and service was spot on but…the flavor for most of the dishes?”

“I knew you knew something about seasoning,” you continued laughing while carmy rolled his eyes, “should spend less on the tech and interior and more on some fresh herbs.”

“Isn’t it called simmer saffron?”

That made you laugh even harder as you gripped your stomach, “You’ve got that so backwards!”

And carmy couldn’t help but to scan your features as you laughed and he felt his chest getting somewhat lighter? Just listening to the sound of you and being beside you. What kind of feeling was this? He’s felt it before looking at someone else but that feeling was more of a tug with that light while this one slowly poured in from the black.

“Don’t be too hard on ‘em though? There’s always room for improvement.”

“Sure, but we both know the bear is better and you guys don’t have a waist list months in advance.”

“We also don’t have any celebrities showing up either.”

“Yet.”

Carmy taps his fingers against the steering wheel, appreciating that, “right, yet…I’m sorry about March. I was too in my head about so much shit and you’re right, I took it out on everyone and I’m still trying to make up for it.”

“Effort doesn’t ever go unnoticed if people look and feel it hard enough.”

Carmy chews on his lips at that, “if you believe that…then why do you feel what I said about dating—uh us—about us dating is out of the blue?”

“I said that?”

“Your eyes did. It’s the most expressive thing about you which is funny to me when you talk so much shit about mine when you hide the rest of it away on your face. It’s fucking confusing but I think I gathered that from our dinner tonight.”

Carmy was just as detail oriented as you. It was in his language with food and maybe even in his tattoos that you tried to understand starting with his fingers first. The way he spoke about what he would do with the dishes that were lackluster, except for the dessert—that was pretty good. Carmy wasn’t much of a talker because he wasn’t sure how to express himself, always been that way since you knew of him at Noma…but he told just enough in his dishes and you told just enough between the lines you wrote.

Someone just had to look hard enough.

“…I ever tell you I was engaged? Of course I didn’t, we’re still…I don’t know what the hell we’re doing here Carmen but I’m starting to sense that we could be special if we both want this badly.”

“What do you want?”

“Does anyone ever really know?” You laughed, “ I guess someone to look past the circumstanial and I had that once but then he died. So that was the end of that.”

“You swore off love.”

“Love is many things but maybe I closed off the long lasting part.”

Carmy could relate to that as least with family. He never had much interest in romance even growing up because he lacked that confidence in anything being permanent besides the chaos he’s used to, then he found some of it once he proved what he fucking set out to do yet cooking was all Carmen really opened himself up to. While Luca and others encouraged him to have a night out in the town, he always left early or if there was one person that caught his interest, they get to talking and both get bored of each other since Carmy hardly made the move to take them back to his. Before Noma?

Maybe.

Back in Paris there was one that could have been permanent but Carmy had to break her heart since Noma was calling. Culinary was his true love and he honestly couldn’t tell you what she even looked like now if you asked him. Things that should have mattered tended to get buried in the blue of his mind unfortunately.

He didn’t have the time to be attached and you didn’t want to have your heart ripped out again.

“How’d—

“He was a firefighter.” Was all you said and just those words alone told carmy it was anything but peaceful.

It took a lot for carmy to scream at himself how Michael went out and he imagined it might have been the same for you. So he wouldn’t dare ask for further morbid details because what did that help?

So maybe you weren’t wrong about the both of you not being ready to take that step on going on dates but change was everlasting.

“Uh—what about breakfast then after that not so great meal?” Carmy asks as he pulls off from the curb now.

You think about it. Really think about it that carmy starts to assume you may have dozed off.

“Depends on the time honestly? And who am I to turn down a free meal?” You beamed at Carmy who lifts his shoulders with a chuckle.

Carmy explains, “Syd and I usually start our days early, sometimes even earlier for me if I don’t get enough hours in. but thanks to the reno those on the early shift can get prep ready and I heard…you’re not a morning person?”

You’re just as sarcastic but there’s no lies, “I don’t even know my name or birthdate when I first wake up…what do you think?”

Carmy snickered at that, “okay? So how does 10am sound?”

“That’s pushing it but…I think I can be there so that’ll give me the rest of the day to work from home.”

Carmy nods, “can’t wait to read it. Shake on it?”

“On what? My review or showing up?”

“Both.”

“I’m not sending you a sneak peek, maybe syd or even nat but not you.”

“Ouch.” Carmy mocks, still waiting for your hand to touch his.

And when you do there’s a spark, that makes you yank your hand back and you feel like you’re in one of those cheesy teen movies.

You’re aware carmy’s felt that too but he just clears his throat and placed his hand back on the steering wheel. Leaving you to lightly massage the palm of your hand, now glancing at the profile of carmy’s face.

Life takes time to live but once you start to just let it be, the green starts to stand out more and can be equally as joyous…once you get through the rain and mud that is.

And once the ice blue sets back on you, the both of you can’t exactly see the future but there’s always warmth waiting for the cold to give them a try.

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

February fluff anthology series continues here.

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skz317cb97 · 2 years

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Be Mine

Han Jisung x Female reader

Word count: 2.2k

Synopsis: When your Valentine's date ends up being an absolute jerk, Jisung tries to comfort you. You wonder if you'll ever find a guy like him.

A/N: 18+ only MDNI. I hadn't planned on writing this it just kind of came to me and I figured since you didn't get any smut in the first part of Valentine's Don't that I'd give you a mainline of Jisung smut. Good ol roommates to lovers. I was trying to have it done yesterday but oh well! Hope you enjoy! If you do please like, reblog, shoot me a comment or ask, feedback is the ultimate motivator! Warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: 18+ only MDNI! Cursing/strong language, fingering, oral (m&f), protected piv sex (condoms folks, use em), cum eating, praise/pet names (jagiya, baby etc) I think that's everything but as always if I missed something please let me know and I will add it!

You startled Jisung when you burst through the door of your shared apartment. He wasn’t expecting you home from your Valentine’s date for another couple of hours. When you ran through the living room straight to your room crying, he realized something was wrong. As fast as your door slammed Jisung was up and making his way down the hall to your room. When he got to your door, he could hear you crying inside. He hesitated for a moment and considered giving you space but he really wanted to find out what was wrong and comfort you, so he softly knocked at your door.

“y/n? Can I come in?” He heard you sniffle and then a soft ‘yes’. When he walked in he saw you curled up in your bed with your face buried in a pillow. He walked over to your bed and sat next to where you were.

“What’s wrong y/n?” He rubbed your back trying to calm you.

“He ditched me.” Jisung was confused.

“What do you mean he ditched you? Like he ghosted you?” You turned towards Jisung and wiped at your eyes. He hated to see you sad with your red puffy eyes, it broke his heart.

“Ghosting would have been better. I was waiting at the restaurant and he text me saying I was his backup plan and that he was going out with the girl that had been his first choice. Who does that?” You started crying again and Jisung pulled you close and wrapped his arms around you.

“A jerk and an idiot, that’s who. Guaranteed his ‘first choice’ was the wrong one if it wasn’t you.” You rested your cheek on Jisung’s shoulder as he sat there and held you.

“Why can’t I find a sweet, cute, guy like you that is actually into me?” You sniffled again and Jisung froze.

“Wha-what do you mean actually into you?” You sat up and shrugged, wiping your face again.

“I don’t know just I wish I could find another you that cared for me. I know you care but I mean like romantically not just a roommate.” Jisung rested his hand on top of yours, his thumb rubbing the back.

“y/n...” You looked up at Jisung and he looked, confused, his brows scrunched up.

“Is it not painfully obvious?” You shook your head. You had no idea what he was talking about.

“What? Is what not obvious.” Jisung shook his head and his fingers traced your cheek, your eyes closed and you leaned into the warmth of his touch no matter how small it was.

“I’m in love with you.” Your eyes widened to a comically large size.

“YOU WHAT?!” Jisung couldn’t help but laugh a little at your reaction. He had always thought that he was pretty transparent about his feelings. He thought that you just didn’t feel the same so you ignored it. Clearly he wasn’t as obvious as he’d thought he’d been.

“I love you y/n.” He leaned in and kissed you softly. Your brow furrowed in confusion and you pulled away quickly, inspecting his face to see if this was just another one of his jokes but he looked worried when you pulled away. Afraid he’d taken too big of a step. You looked into his deep brown eyes and saw his love for you, then pulled him into another, more heated kiss.

“I love you Jisung.” You whispered between kisses. His lips trailed down your jaw and neck.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to hear those words from your gorgeous lips.” He devoured them again. You gripped the front of his shirt pulling him down on top of you as you laid back on your bed.

“Touch me Ji, kiss me.” His brain was overheating. Thing’s he’d only dreamed of hearing you say were coming from your mouth and he was starting to lose control as he kissed, bit, and licked his way down your neck and shoulder.

“God baby, you taste...” Jisung hummed and growled in satisfaction as he slid the strap of your dress down kissing further down your collar bone and chest.

“What else can I taste? Hmm jagi?” Your body flushed with arousal at his question. You were panting, heavy breaths in and out, your chest rising and falling.

“A-anything.” You said as you hid your face with your hands embarrassed. Jisung’s hands slid down your body until he reached the hem of your dress. He hooked his thumbs under and started sliding it up. You lifted your ass so Jisung could push it up around your midsection. When he saw your panties there was a prominent wet spot already forming. He buried his face between your legs and breathed in your sweet smell. He pulled your panties to the side and smiled.

“So wet already. My kisses get you wet like this baby?” You bit your lip and nodded. Jisung smiled sweetly at you then gently slid his tongue through your slit tasting you, savoring you. The contact made you jump a little, you knew what he was going to do, still it caught you off guard. He ran his hands up and down your thighs gently placing soft kisses to the inside of them.

“Is this alright? Do you want to stop?” You quickly shook your head no.

“No! No I just, with you... well it’s all new.” He nodded dragging his tongue through your folds again slower than before.

“We’ll take things nice and slow then baby.” And slow he went, mapping out every inch of you. When his soft lips sucked gently at your clit your legs involuntarily attempted to trap Jisung’s head in between them. When he pulled away you whined a little. You looked down and saw him sucking on his fingers looking into you, through you, his piercing brown eyes, only black pools of lust. He watched your face as he slid two of his fingers inside you. Your body relaxed and your head and eyes both rolled back.

“Good girl jagiya.” He whispered against your pussy, then started kitten licking your clit as his fingers did wonders inside you. It wasn’t long before he had you writhing on the bed aching for release, your hands gripping his hair tighter and tighter the more the coil in your belly wound up.

“P-please... p-please don’t sstop.” You managed to breathe out as your orgasm came rushing upon you quickly. Jisung’s hums of delight were the final blow and you came chanting his name in choked whispers. Jisung worked you through the explosive orgasm gently, slowly just like he’d done the entire time. He never thought he’d have this moment with you so he was going to savor it and make it last. As you drifted back down into your body Jisung removed his clothes and climbed back on top of you.

“So beautiful...” He said as he kissed here and there on your cheeks and face. You could feel your face getting warm again. His gentle praise, his soft lips, the way he was in no hurry to end either of your pleasure had you burning for more. You licked your palm and slid your hand between your bodies gripping Jisung’s hard cock and slowly stroking. The blush that went to his cheeks and the way he bit his lips when you touched him had you dying to feel him inside you.

“God Ji please I need you.” He hovered over you a moment eyes closed, bottom lip between his teeth, enjoying the way your smooth hand slid up and down his shaft perfectly. He pulled the other strap of your dress down exposing your breasts to him and he took one of your nipples into his warm wet mouth. It felt so good you squeezed his cock gently and he moaned. Fuck was it the sexiest sound you’d ever heard and you wanted to hear it again. When he sucked on your other nipple you gave it another squeeze a little firmer than last time and you were rewarded with that moan amplified.

“Fuck baby, if you keep stroking me like that, I’m gonna cum.” You smiled up at him sweetly.

“Good. I want you to cum Jisung.” You stroked him a little faster and his jaw fell open. He was certain that he was about to cum all over your hand and stomach if you kept at it. He gently grabbed your hand.

“I will jagi, I will, but I have to feel you, I have to be inside you.” You nodded in agreement more than ready to feel Jisung filling you.

“Condoms?” He managed to use his brain just long enough to ask the very important question.

“Top bedside drawer.” While Jisung leaned over to grab one you took the time to slide your panties and dress off the rest of the way. When he turned back around with the condom and saw you splayed out completely naked for him his cock twitched.

“Fuck how are you so pretty? This soft skin,” He traced his fingers down your body.

“Those gorgeous eyes,” You looked at him as if he’d hung the stars and your eyes twinkled.

“These lips.” He leaned down and kissed you, soft pouty lips slotted together gently. Jisung sat back up and ripped open the condom, sliding it down his dick before running his hands up your thighs to your knees, spreading your legs for him more. He leaned down again caging you under him. He nuzzled his nose against your cheek and gave it a small kiss. It was so sweet it took your breath away.

“Be mine?” You looked at him, in his eyes. He was so sincere it was impossible to say no to him.

“I’m yours Han Jisung. Always.” He smiled and kissed you as he slowly pushed into you. You gasped and gripped his broad shoulders as you felt the stretch of him filling you, just like you wanted and better than you’d imagined. He pulled out a little and pushed back in again, deeper. He pulled out and again deeper.

“Oh god you feel so fucking good baby. That’s my good girl.” You wrapped your arms around Jisung’s shoulders pulling him down so you could kiss him again. He grabbed one of your legs and hiked it up around his slim waist. His other gently holding your face as he fucked you deeper and kissed you so sweetly he had to be made of pure sugar. Eventually you both were just holding each other, hips rocking back and forth into the others as your lips ravaged the others.

“I-I’m gonna cum Ji, mmmfuuuck don’t stop.” Jisung kissed your cheek and down your neck as he continued to press his hips deep into yours.

“Tha-that’s oh fuck... I...” Jisung moaned when you came around his cock. You may have been having the orgasm but the feeling of you squeezing his cock with your walls as you came hard under him was the next best thing. He started fucking you faster, the fastest he’d done anything until that point, prolonging your orgasm as he frantically chased his own.

“I-I’m gonna cum jagi, where...” Was all he could manage to get out, he was so close. You pushed at his shoulders to roll him to his back and he did so taking you with him. You were straddling his waist but started inching your way down his legs. You pulled the condom off Jisung’s cock in one movement and had him inside your mouth the next. It was almost more than he could take.

“N-not gonna l-last l-lo...” You hummed and stroked his shaft making him shudder from the pleasure you were giving him.

“Cum for me Ji.” You took him into your mouth again and bobbed your head up and down sucking him off, your lips sliding up and down his shaft, your spit dripping down your fingers as you stroke what you couldn’t take, your other hand traveling and gently griping his balls. You could feel him twitch just as the words came out of his mouth.

“FUCK! I’m coming! Oh god mmmm fuck, yes so pretty, such a good girl.” His hand smoothed your hair as his cum filled your mouth and he continued to twitch and shudder through his orgasm, as you swallowed everything he gave you, humming in pure satisfaction. You sat up and wiped your lips with your fingers making sure to not leave a trace of Jisung behind, then sucked on them.

“Taste good?” You just hummed and nodded with a shy smile on your face as you bit on your nail. Jisung sat up and wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you close to him, your breasts in his face. He kissed and nibbled his way up to your lips, tickling you and making your laugh. When your laughter died down you looked into Jisung’s eyes and saw the way they scrunched and sparkled as he laughed with you. You cupped his soft cheek and Jisung leaned into your hand.

“Be mine?” He smiled and leaned in to kiss you softly.

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cupidjyu · 1 year

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a roommate's guide to healing (and falling in love)

sangyeon x reader

summary: after breaking up with your boyfriend of almost 1 year, you’re left with your roommate who helps make you feel better. little do you know, along with the healing comes falling in love.

genre: roommates to lovers, college au, slight angst in the beginning, getting over ex, PINING so bad, he's such a sweetie gentleman i cannot put it any other way, he also a little bit jealous, and he uses "darling" cause i said so, hurt/comfort, reader understandably cries a lot, drunk-ish confession, kissing warnings: being drunk? like two mild curse words :0 notes: sangyeon is so sweet i want him, also look who's writing more seriously!! and longer! word count: 6.9k

Discontentment. To feel discontentment is to feel disappointed, or unsatisfied with something. To feel discontentment is to feel a sense of anger and sadness. Discontentment is what haunted you on the day that you had most expected to feel the opposite: pleasure.

“It’s been three hours.” Your hands shook as you stood up from the table. The menu laid out on the surface, untouched and almost searing your eyesight with how long you’ve stared at the words. “It’s been three hours of me sitting here and of you not caring enough to show up to a date that I’ve planned for the longest time.”

The man’s–your boyfriend’s–eyes were narrowed. His face immediately contorted into that expression. That same sour expression that he always wore when he was about to blame you for something that you didn’t do.

“Maybe if you reminded me when I woke up today, I would have shown up,” He spat.

Your jaw clenched.

“I reminded you last night.”

He laughed bitterly. “Last night. I was in the middle of a game and that was when you reminded me.” You rolled your eyes, trying to fight back the frustrated tears that threatened to spill over. All it took is for a video game to prevent you and your boyfriend from having a simple date.

“You– you should have put a reminder on your phone or something,” You muttered.

“So now you’re stuttering? What, can’t you think of a better response?”

You stood there, your eyes trained on the floor and your hands clenched in fists. “A better response?” You reached over and grabbed your bag, crumpling the fabric with your grip. “A better response would be that for the past few months–almost a year, in fact, I’ve been trying.” Harshly, you poked a finger into his chest, making him stagger back with a scoff. “I’ve been trying to make this relationship work.”

“If you tried harde–”

“I have been!” You exclaimed. “I have been for the past few weeks! I planned dates, gave gifts, did everything to heal what we have going on. It’s you who doesn’t make an effort. It’s you who doesn’t care.”

“I do care, honey,” He said in an overly sweet tone that would originally have put butterflies in your stomach. But now, it only fills it with acid.

“You don’t,” You whispered, your voice beginning to shake. “And maybe I shouldn’t have wasted my time on trying to get you to in the first place.”

You walked past him without a single word, your hold on your bag only tightening.

“So you’re just going to break up with me like this?” He called out to you.

You stopped and turned around. “Yes,” You said. “And I hope you at least enjoyed the moments when I loved you.” You paused, letting a few tears roll down your cheeks. “Because I did. Unfortunately.”

You turned on your heel, this time letting out a quiet sob. Your heart, previously filled with joy and love was now plagued with what you call: discontentment.

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Step 1: Hold them when they cry.

Sangyeon was beginning to feel like browsing through shows was his new career. He sighed, sinking down further into the chair, feeling like boredom would swallow him whole. He sat up though, finally, when he heard the door unlocking.

He knew that it was you. It always was you, ever since the two of you were assigned roommates because apparently, you two shared one interest together. One. And it was literally a movie that you watched briefly for fun and that Sangyeon had never watched but he accidentally pressed on it when the survey website for dorm roommate assignments glitched. Simply put, you guys didn’t have anything in common, but you made it work.

He knew it was you and he had expected that you would have a satisfied, happy smile on your face since you had announced excitedly that you were going on a date with your boyfriend before you left. What he didn’t expect, was for you to open the door, tears running down your face and small cries leaving your parched throat.

Immediately, he stood up and walked over, taking your bag from your hand and setting it down gently.

“Why are you crying, darling?” He looked you over, making sure you weren’t physically hurt. You shook your head, trying to respond, only for more sobs to come out of your mouth. He furrowed his eyebrows and bent down slightly so that your eyes would meet his. “What happened…” He muttered to himself.

Physical intimacy was never something you guys did. Ever. But at this moment, it was the only thing that seemed right. With a sigh, his arms wrapped around you in a tight hug. Immediately, warmth engulfed you as you buried your face in his chest and began to cry louder. Your hands came up to his shirt and you gripped tightly, as if to ask him to never let go.

He held you through it all, staying steady, even when you began to collapse from exhaustion. Slowly, he brought you over to your room and sat down with you on the bed. He gazed at you softly, worry evident in his eyes.

“You okay?”

You gave him a weak smile. “I don’t think so.”

Sangyeon nodded, sheepishly smiling back. “I figured.”

You stayed quiet, looking down at your hands nervously. It was the first time that your roommate has ever seen you so vulnerable like this.

“Do you… want to talk about it?” He questioned. “I promise I’m a great listener.”

“There’s not much to say,” You laughed painfully. “I loved him and he didn’t love me back.”

Sangyeon’s expression saddened and without thinking, he took your hand in his, holding it tightly. “I’m sorry. You deserve much better.”

“Really?” You looked at him, unconvinced. “Because I’m beginning to doubt that after today.”

He frowned. “No, no, don’t think that. Not because of a shitty guy. He isn’t worth the person that you are.”

You snorted, wiping some of the tears that had welled up in your eyes from Sangyeon’s kind words. “That’s really… flattering.”

He smiled genuinely. It was so different from what you were used to. When you were with your boyfriend, no, ex-boyfriend, you were so accustomed to seeing a simple quirk of a lip, sometimes accompanied by a roll of his eyes. Now, with your roommate, he was gazing at you with so much interest, so much earnestness. You didn’t know what to do with yourself.

“Of course, I wouldn’t lie.”

You were about to respond, maybe with some half-hearted joke, but you were interrupted by a yawn. Your eyes blinked heavily as a bout of exhaustion suddenly hit you like a truck.

“Are you tired?” He tilted his head.

“Mhm,” You mumbled. “Trying to get over a boyfriend of eleven months is truly hard work.”

He chuckled, helping you climb into your covers. “I can imagine.” After he tucked the blankets over you, he turned away, probably to go to his own room. But that was when you realized just how cold you’ve become. It felt almost like the tears dried on your face had become frozen and you couldn’t help but shiver. You could’ve just pulled the blankets closer over you, but no. Instead, your hand reached out and grasped the hem of his shirt.

He froze and turned to you, wide-eyed.

“I…” You stuttered, letting go. “Sorry.”

But he seemed to read your mind. Quickly, he turned off the lights and climbed in with you. He made sure to keep his distance, practically dangling off the bed. You were encased in warmth once again, his body warmth spreading to yours.

“Sleep well,” He whispered. “I know it’s hard, but try to forget him. He hurt you too much for you to dwell on it any longer.”

“Okay,” You whispered. There were warning signs blaring in your mind right now. This was wrong. Sleeping in the same bed as your roommate? When just yesterday, you had only exchanged a few conversations? Was this too much?

“I can hear you thinking.”

You went still. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” He replied, sleepily. “You’ve been through a lot already.”

After a few minutes, you couldn’t help but fall asleep comfortably, even after such a hard day. Sangyeon never mentioned how you cuddled up to his side in the middle night and he didn’t mention how you whined when he moved just slightly away from you.

–

Step 2: Make breakfast.

P.S: Preferably waffles and ice cream with strawberries on top.

You awoke with extremely puffy eyes. Blinking repeatedly, you could see the familiar sight of the plushies lined up on your bed. One of them, your ex-boyfriend had bought you. You had smiled a lot that day. Well, up until he ditched you in the middle of the date so that he could watch a sports live stream. You could also recognize the sight of the light filtering through the windows, bringing in the natural light that always acted like your personal alarm. You turned on your side and that was when you jolted.

That definitely wasn’t familiar. The sight of Sangyeon, your roommate, sleeping in the same bed as you. He seemed to still have kept a distance, his arm and leg hanging off the bed, probably to make you feel more comfortable. You leaned forward, waving a hand over his face to check if he was still sleeping. But with the shuffle of the blankets, he peeked an eye open.

“You’re awake?” He said, his voice rougher and deeper than usual.

“I was awake before you.” You giggled.

He smiled back and sat up, reaching his arms up and stretching slightly which revealed a sliver of his stomach. You gulped and looked away.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked like the caring angel that he was.

You nodded. “I think I did, surprisingly.”

“And you’re feeling…” He trailed off.

“Like shit.”

He pursed his lips and he got off the bed. You moved to follow him but he stopped you, a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Just wait here.”

You eyed him with curiosity but you climbed back into bed. You were still tired from all the tears shed so you sank back into the blankets, resting your eyes.

You didn’t know how much time had passed before he opened the door to your room. In his hands was a tray. On that tray was a beautiful sight. There were two waffles, ice cream on top, and strawberries as a delicious decoration. He set it down on the bed and kneeled next to it.

“I figured you would like this?” He grinned.

You stared at it in utter shock. “Sangyeon… you– you didn’t have to. I’m fine, you know?”

“Still.” He frowned. “I’ve yet to have any classes. I want to help make you feel better.”

The word want hit you like a damn arrow in the heart. Never in your life, never in your time when you had dated your ex-boyfriend, did he say that he wanted anything with you. He never wanted to spend time with you. He never wanted to hug you when you were sad and he never wanted to make you waffles with ice cream and strawberries.

Before you knew it, you were staring down at the food, the ice cream now melting in globs, with tears rolling down your face again. He noticed and his sleeve gently came up to your face, patting them away.

“I’m sorry,” You muttered, sniffling and shying away from his gentle touch. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me. It’s just–”

“It’s okay,” He reassured. “It’s okay to cry. There’s no rush in healing.”

You sighed, trying to compose yourself. You reached forward and began to eat. Immediately, your eyes brightened, your tears long forgotten.

“It tastes so good!” You exclaimed. “I didn’t know you were a cook.”

He flushed slightly with bashfulness. “I guess I am? Never thought of myself that way…”

As you worked on finishing your breakfast, the whole time, Sangyeon didn’t leave your side, even when you insisted that you were fine. He sat beside you and he started to talk about some new shows that he watched. Every time you would smile and laugh, he would feel accomplished. That was all he wanted anyway. For you to feel happy.

“Sangyeon?” You nudged him.

“Hm?” He turned to you.

“I never had a chance to thank you. I know that this was very sudden and it must be a burden for you to try to make me feel better. But… still, I really, really appreciate it.”

“It really is my pleasure,” He spoke softly. “He hurt you and… I can’t change that. But I could help you feel happier. We can spend time together, I promise that you won’t bother me. I am a very patient man.”

You laughed brightly at his joke. “You really are a great roommate… and friend.”

He smiled and pulled you into a hug. And you could have imagined it, but you felt a kiss being pressed to the top of your head.

–

Step 3: Hold them when they cry again.

Over the past few days, the two of you had been spending more and more time together. You still felt a bit upset, often finding yourself looking through his social media or longingly staring at the selfies that you would take with him. But with Sangyeon, it was much easier to forget the bad memories.

Today, the two of you were enjoying your own activities. Sangyeon was sitting next to you, reading a book like the peaceful man he was. You were just on your phone, texting your friend. Occasionally, you would laugh at her countless angry emojis, directed to your ex-boyfriend.

And although you really didn’t want to, you found yourself wandering to the past texts with him. Your eyes drooped when you read them over and over. You never realized how closed off he was. His dry, one-word responses, sometimes even leaving you on read, left your heart sinking.

“Do you think…” You spoke up.

Sangyeon looked up at you.

“Nevermind.”

“You can tell me.”

You held your breath before exhaling deeply.

“Do you think that I was being clingy?” Your voice was so quiet. “I mean, maybe if I didn’t try so hard we would have lasted longer.”

He looked taken aback for a second before he shook his head, insistently. “Definitely not. You were doing your best.”

You bit your lip. “I did my best.”

He nodded. “You did.”

“But it still hurts.”

Your face contorted and you were choking on tears again. No, no, not again. You’ve already cried so many times in front of Sangyeon. You tried desperately to hold your sobs back but it was of no use.

“I’m crying again,” You groaned, hiding your face in your hands.

“And I don’t mind at all.” He smiles. “Sometimes, you just have to get it all out.”

“You’re insufferable,” You bitterly laughed through your tears, wiping them away harshly. “And obnoxiously caring.”

“Only for you,” He whispered, grinning cheekily before putting his book down. His hand came up to your cheeks, softly wiping away the tears himself. “You’re hurt but that doesn’t mean you can’t heal. It takes time. All you can do is continue to try. You have me to lean on.”

And that’s what you did. You leaned your head on his broad shoulder, letting the tears fall. His arm came around you, holding you and reminding you that you were safe. And for the first time in a while, you did.

–

Step 4: Make them laugh.

After a week or so, you were feeling much better. Sangyeon still didn’t leave you. In fact, over time, you grew closer than ever before. You knew most of his favorite things and you had even memorized his Chinese takeout order. Sangyeon learned much about you too. He learned that you liked to lean on his shoulder. You had told him that he was very warm and a great heater. Though, you never slept in the same bed again since that night.

One day, he invited you to take a walk in the park.

It was a chilly evening so you couldn’t help but shiver slightly. That was when he took off his jacket and draped it over you.

“You’re such a gentleman,” You praised. “I don��t know if you’ve noticed.”

He laughed, embarrassed as he scratched the back of his neck. “I believe I was just raised like this.”

“That’s good!” You nodded, enthusiastically. “It’s good to be a gentleman. Makes it easier for you to find someone to date. Hey, speaking of, why don’t you date anyone?”

He froze, turning to you with reddening cheeks.

“I’m sure it would be easy for you. You meet all the criteria.”

“Criteria… like what?” He eyed you, slightly terrified.

“Being a gentleman is one. Mmm… you can cook! That’s also good.” You nudged his shoulder with a knowing smile, looking him up and down. “And you definitely fit the criteria in terms of looks.”

He sputtered and his ears were now red. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m serious! I know people who would kill to be with you. Seriously, it would be like a piece of cake.”

He jerked his head away stubbornly. “I don’t really want to.”

You pouted. “Why not?”

His eyes flickered down to your lips and he licked his own. Suddenly, he was losing his breath and his heartbeat was racing.

“I… uh–” He shut his eyes as he tried to think of an excuse other than a certain person that he might be crushing on. “I have no flirting skills.”

You gaped at him, completely speechless. And then you burst out into giggles, your eyes squinting and your laugh resonating through the quiet night atmosphere. He stared at you silently, instead admiring your beautiful laugh.

“Can’t flirt?” You laughed, gasping for air. “We can work on that.”

But Sangyeon only gazed at you with silence.

“Your laugh is really cute,” He suddenly blurted out.

You froze and pointed at yourself. When he nodded, frozen like a deer in headlights, you burst out into a bright smile which only made his heart beat even faster.

“You can definitely flirt, Sangyeon.”

“That was a compliment.”

“Same thing.” You rolled your eyes, fondly.

–

Step 5: Take them out to their favorite place.

Sangyeon took in a deep breath, holding it for a while before exhaling slowly. He rocked on his shoes, shoving his hands in his pockets before pulling them out because they had gotten too sweaty. He didn’t know why he was so nervous.

It wasn’t a date.

He knew that, but he couldn’t help but feel anxious anyway. Earlier in the day, he had asked you where your favorite place to go was. You replied with this one place that sold delicious lattes and beautiful desserts. It was your go-to spot for pretty pictures and amazing food.

“Let’s go.”

You straightened at that. “What? Really?”

Sangyeon nodded, smiling proudly (adorably). “I’ll pay. We can enjoy our time there.”

And you couldn’t hold in your excitement after that. Practically jumping off the walls, you ran into your room to “get ready”. Sangyeon was a bit confused at that because he thought that you looked perfect as you did.

He continued to wait, arranging the plants randomly to calm his nerves. The sound of the door startled him as he turned around. That was when he felt his heart practically explode at the sight of you.

You stood there, awkwardly at the door. Your hair was styled neatly and you had put on a much nicer outfit. It suited you perfectly. In fact, you had bought it specifically for one of your future dates… that never ended up happening. But now that Sangyeon was taking you, you could finally wear it.

You played with your hair nervously when you noticed that he was just staring at you wordlessly, his lips slightly parted.

“Did I dress up too much?” You gave him a small smile. You tilted your head at him and then you stifled a laugh. He was blushing.

“N-no.” He cleared his throat, looking down at the floor to avoid staring too much. You took a few steps closer. And then you hooked a finger under his chin, making him face you. He flushed even brighter, his breath stuttering.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Sangyeon?” You grinned slyly.

“Mhm,” He hummed, swallowing nervously.

“Sure.” You giggled.

As you two were walking to where the small bakery was, Sangyeon was oddly quiet. You did most of the talking, rambling about the best cupcakes and pastries that you’ve tried there. He had only nodded, taking constant glances at you. And the whole time, his ears were a bright red.

“The drinks are really good too,” You continued. “I’ve only tried a few but the matcha one was probably my favorite.”

He stayed silent.

“Sangyeon?”

…

“You look really pretty.” His voice was quiet yet sincere.

You stopped in your tracks and turned to him with surprise. His words caught you off guard. It was often a rare occurrence that your ex-boyfriend would compliment you so boldly. Sangyeon was a nice change of pace.

“Oh,” You breathed out. “Thank you.”

You could see how his stiff shoulders had finally relaxed and how his uptight expression had returned to his usual, peaceful one. You observed him curiously.

“Were you quiet this whole time because you were working up the courage to compliment me?” You smirked.

He smiled nervously and he walked faster in response.

You laughed and ran after him. He was cute when nervous.

–

Step 6: Don’t let feelings get involved.

Sangyeon had liked you for the longest time. Though, it wasn’t “love at first sight.” It was a slow process of him admiring your adorable habits and learning more about you. But of course, you were taken the whole time so he couldn’t quite do anything about it. He just watched you from afar, making sure that you weren’t hurt.

Even after you had broken up with your ex-boyfriend, he refused to make a move. He has this fear of overwhelming you more so he stayed quiet, instead focusing more on helping you heal.

“I got invited to a party?” You looked up at him with a mix of excitement and confusion.

“Are you going?” He tilted his head.

You thought for a moment. “I guess so. It says I can bring a plus one.”

He went silent at that.

“Who should I bring?” You laid your head in the palm of your hands. “Not many options.”

Sangyeon didn’t say anything, only staring at you with soft, longing eyes.

“There’s this guy in my literature class…” You wondered. “He seemed nice when I spoke to him. Maybe him?”

Sangyeon clenched his jaw. “I don’t think so.”

Don’t get feelings involved.

“Oh, okay.” You eyed him with slight perplexion. “What about the guy who my friend tried to get me to go on a blind date with?”

He quirked up an eyebrow. “You don’t know him though.”

You nodded, sighing. “That’s true. Okay, how about the–”

“You can take me.” He interjected.

Your mouth fell open at his sudden bluntness. He stared back. Something behind his eyes was filled almost with… hope. And something else but you couldn’t tell what exactly.

“Uh–” You stuttered. “I can! That’s a great idea actually.”

He visibly relaxed. But then he tensed again when he realized that you were gazing at him with amusement.

“What is it?” He looked at you cautiously.

“You know…” You grinned, leaning forward on the table. “You could have said you wanted to be my plus one in the first place. No need to be shy, Sangyeonie.”

He bit his lip and stood up abruptly. You could see that his ears have turned red again.

“I’m going to study.”

“You said that you don’t have any classes yet though!” You called after him with a laugh.

“Shut up,” He grumbled, bringing a hand to his face to cover it.

–

Step 7: Don’t bring up the ex-boyfriend.

To get over someone who has hurt you, Sangyeon made it a point not to mention your ex-boyfriend. He feared to bring back any new memories and he hated seeing you cry. For the past two months, he never brought up that man. He made sure that you would never have to talk about him again.

Until you did.

It was when he had come home and as he walked past your room, he had noticed that you were dozing off and sprawled out on the bed. As silently as he could, he approached you and tucked you into the blankets properly.

“You’ll get a cold,” He whispered, furrowing his eyebrows.

You blinked your eyes open and you smiled sleepily up at him.

“You’re back,” You giggled.

“Yeah and you’re–” He paused, leaning closer. It was then that he noticed your cheeks were flushed red and your eyes were in a daze. He brushed a strand of hair from your face gently as he knelt down next to you, peering at you with concern. “Are you drunk?”

You only giggled louder. “Noooo. I’m not.”

He frowned.

“Don’t! Don’t…” You mumbled, slurring and tripping over your words. Suddenly, you sat up in bed, startling him. You were hit with a sudden feeling of dizziness and you nearly fell forward. Sangyeon was quick to lean in so that you could rest your forehead on the crook of his neck. His hand tentatively came to the small of your back, in which you keened into his touch.

“Don’t?” He prompted.

“Don’t give me that expression.” Your hands came up to his chest, punching him weakly.

“What expression?”

“That– worried one,” You whispered. “The one where you frown and look all concerned for me.”

He chuckled. “And why’s that?”

“Because!” You exclaimed suddenly. “Because. It makes me feel weird inside.”

He held his breath, pulling away.

“You know my ex-boyfriend?” You smiled lazily.

He gulped. “What about him?”

“He never had that look on his face. For the eleven months that we dated. He never– cared for me like you did.” You pouted. And for a second, Sangyeon feared that maybe you were going to cry again. But instead, you took his hand in his, playing with his fingers. His eyes widened and he looked up at you curiously. “And before you ridicule me for thinking of him again… I don’t. I don’t think of him anymore. I think that I’m completely over him.”

He let out a breath of relief as he smiled. “That’s great. I’m proud of you.” Slowly, his hands came to your shoulders and brought you to lie back down. He tucked you in, just like he always did.

“Do you want to know who I think of these days?” You slurred.

Sangyeon gazed at you wordlessly. He had expected you to answer with one of those handsome actors or charming celebrities. But instead–

“I think of you.”

He inhaled sharply. He bit back a shy smile. For all he knew, you could be lying. You weren’t in the right state of mind after all. And so, he shook out of it.

“We can talk about this later, darling,” He spoke quietly. “But I…” He trailed off when he realized that you had already fallen asleep. Silently, to himself, for once after so long, he spoke his feelings out loud.

“I also think of you. Every single day.”

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

–

Step 8: Sleep in separate beds.

Of course, this was self-explanatory. But apparently, even that was a hard rule to follow. Especially since you’ve always been a clingy person. The weather was cold and Sangyeon knew that you hated it. What he didn’t expect was for you to show up in his room in the middle of the night, your pillow tucked under your arm.

He blinked his eyes open and sat up as he brought his hand up to tame the mess of his slightly curly hair.

“Need something?”

“It’s cold,” You whined.

He frowned. “If you want, you can borrow this blanket.”

“No.” You refuted, stubbornly. “You’re a great human heater.”

He stared at you in confusion. “And…?”

You groaned. “Must I say it straight up?”

He only replied with an innocent look.

“Let me sleep in your bed.”

His mouth formed a silent ‘o.’ It was literally two in the morning. He had no energy to even be flustered. With a sigh, he opened his covers, inviting you in.

“Roommates…” He mumbled as you eagerly climbed in. “More like bedmates.”

You glared. “Grumpy?”

He whined. “It’s so late. You woke me up, dummy.” And you couldn’t help but smile fondly at his pouty lips and squinted eyes. Sleepy Sangyeon was indeed a very endearing sight.

Again, physical intimacy wasn’t something that you two were used to. Or at least you thought. Lately, your hands were constantly somewhere on him and vice versa. You guys liked to hug. He liked to put a hand on your waist to guide you in crowded places. It became sort of… normal.

So, naturally, like this was an everyday thing, you buried your face into his chest. With a satisfied hum, he pulled you closer with his arm, holding you securely and warmly.

“Roommates,” You mumbled to yourself. “More like very close cuddlers.”

“Interesting observation,” He muttered before he was knocked out into dreamland.

–

Step 9: Don’t initiate physical intimacy.

That rule’s been broken a long, long time ago. But Sangyeon thought that hugs and cuddling were pretty normal for friends. Platonic. No romance. Just friends. So he had no problem following this rule.

Up until you were sitting on his lap.

He felt like he could explode with how close you were. This wouldn’t have happened if he had just said no to your pleas to tie his hair.

“Are you done?” He grumbled.

“Stay still.” You glowered at him. He would never admit but he absolutely loved your fingers running through his hair. He loved the feeling of your fingertips massaging his scalp, combing through the strands.

“What exactly is it that you’re doing anyway?” He raised an eyebrow, looking up at you intently. You paused at his prolonged eye contact, gulping. You truly had forgotten how close your faces were.

“I’m doing pigtails,” You muttered, praying that your face wasn’t visibly turning red.

He snorted. “Okay, knock yourself out.” And then he smirked as he gazed up at you with amusement. His stare seared you and you couldn’t help but jolt in his lap. Something in the way he studied all of your features, made you feel like your heart was melting from inside out.

Suddenly, you felt a hand sneak to the small of your back, holding you closer and securely.

“Stay still.”

And he had the audacity to smile wider. You were just… speechless. Just before, he was complaining that he didn’t want you on his lap. And now… you didn’t even know what he was doing anymore.

With an embarrassed huff, you slapped his chest weakly. “Remember when you said that you couldn’t flirt? Look at you now. You’re teasing me.”

His stare shifted into something less amused. You couldn’t place your finger on it but it was almost… like yearning.

“What if my intention wasn’t to tease?” He said quietly, his eyes flickering down to your lips again. He had been doing that for a while now and you noticed.

You held your breath, both of your hands falling to rest against his chest, the warmth and pounding heartbeat thrumming through your fingertips.

“Then what were you doing?” You whispered, your voice quivering.

And his answer was so vague. It was so vague that it left you awake at night, going over his words over and over again, trying to find any sort of meaning behind it. You even tossed and turned for way too many nights.

“Anything but teasing.”

–

Step 10: Don’t fall in love.

You have definitely underestimated how many people would be at the party. You stood before the building, taking deep breaths through your nose. You glanced down at your outfit. It was out of your comfort zone, but just before, Sangyeon had assured you that you looked amazing. But still, you couldn’t help but stand there, frozen on the spot as you observed the many people dancing and laughing, drinks in hand.

Your breath hitched when you felt a large hand wound around your waist. You looked to your right and Sangyeon appeared before you, giving you a soothing smile.

“Nervous?” His thumb ran circles to calm you.

You squeezed your eyes shut hoping you could just teleport away from here. “Yes.”

“Don’t be.” He shook his head. “You look beautiful.”

You bit your lip, fighting back that smile that seemed to appear a lot more than normal when around Sangyeon. “It’s not that.” You gestured to the crowds of people. “There’s just so… many.”

He glimpsed at the sight. And instead of responding immediately, he pulled you closer to his side.

“I’ll be right by your side. I won’t leave, promise.” He looked at you with a sincere gaze. “Call me your personal bodyguard.”

You laughed, slowly feeling your nerves dissipate. “Thank you. For everything.”

“Of course.” He grinned.

The party wasn’t as bad as you had expected. As you entered, you found that the crowds of people slowly started to scatter, leaving you a chance to breathe. As time passed, you started to have more fun. Occasionally, a classmate would walk by, notice you, and have a quick conversation. You noticed that every time that happened, Sangyeon’s grip on your waist would tighten ever so slightly, looming over you almost protectively.

Your ears perked when you heard a slow song come on. A quick glance at Sangyeon and he was already standing up, offering his hand.

“Dance with me, if you please.” He gave you a quirked-up smile.

You giggled and took his hand. As if it were the most natural thing, your arms looped around your neck and his hands came to your waist. Sangyeon’s soft eyes never left yours.

After the song ended, Sangyeon left briefly to get drinks. That was when you heard a familiar voice behind you. A voice that you dreaded.

“Got a new boyfriend already?” The man snarked. You turned around and frowned at the sight. He looked much worse for wear, his eyes tired. He looked almost… intoxicated.

“What are you doing here?”

He ignored your question. “And you claim that I didn’t care for you anymore? Going off and cheating on me.”

“I didn’t.” You rolled your eyes. “Let’s be completely honest. We’re not together anymore and we never will be.” You had no more energy to argue with him anymore. You’ve done that for way too many months now. So instead, you turned around only to come face-to-face with Sangyeon. He was staring down at you worriedly.

“Everything okay?” He looked you over.

“Hm?” You widened your eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“We should get out of here.” He pulled you in protectively. “He was bothering you.”

You gulped and looked up at him in utter confusion. “Sangyeon. I’m okay, I swear.”

But he ignored your words. He pulled you through the crowds and out the door. You stared after him, perplexed. The walk back to your dorm was short and quiet. You could see just how bothered Sangyeon had become. His jaw was clenched and there was a crease in between his eyebrows.

When you reached the hallway, the both of you were just about to reach the door when he whirled you around.

“Are you hurt?”

“What?” You whispered, looking at him frantically.

“Did he hurt you?” He looked you over, his hands wandering down your arms to check.

“No, no–” You gazed up at him in complete surprise. “I’m… okay. I promise.”

He let out a breath of relief. “You worried me. I was afraid he did something.”

You looked up at him, your lips parted in shock. You grew silent as you watched him ramble on and on about how he should’ve been by your side, should’ve protected you better. You felt something deep in your stomach and it was slowly rising up to your heart, making it beat erratically. You watched as he looked you over with soft, gentle eyes. Whatever he was saying had become muffled through your ears.

You began to scrutinize the many ways that Sangyeon had taken care of you. Even after so many months, he never failed to look you over. He never failed to give you the sweetest compliments, make you laugh, or make you blush.

Suddenly, the feeling of his hand coming up to the side of your face, brushing a piece of hair gently away from your finger, brought you back to your senses. It just hit you.

It was him and it always had been.

“Are you sure you're okay?” He frowned. “You look a little pale.” His hand took hold of yours, about to unlock the door of your shared dorm.

“Sangyeon, wait.”

That was when you pulled his hand harshly, so harshly that he was right up against your body. One of his hands rested against the wall, caging you against the corridor wall.

He gulped, looking down at you with surprise.

“Hello,” He whispered, in a complete daze.

“Hi.” You replied, a smile growing on your lips.

“Are you teasing me, darling?” He raised an eyebrow.

“No,” You breathed out.

“I doubt it.” He laughed lightly. “You really do joke around a lot.”

Your hand took hold of his collar. And then you pulled him in, close enough that your lips brushed against his. “I really like you a lot.”

He widened his eyes, his breath stuttering.

“What?” He muttered. You could hear his heartbeat.

“I said that I like you.” You managed to say, feeling out of breath for some reason. “I’ve fallen for you, Sangyeon.”

“You’re not… you’re not being serious right?” He leaned his forehead against yours, his lips so close to yours. If you could just lean in–

“Want me to prove it?”

“Please,” He whispered. Your fingers came to grasp his collar once again. And you closed the distance between you. He was frozen for a second before he groaned quietly in satisfaction. The two of you didn’t seem to care that you were kissing right in the middle of a corridor where anyone could catch you. You both were too caught up in the moment. His hands came to hold your waist, pulling you flush against his body.

You hummed and pressed closer, your hands resting against his chest. It was a slow, sweet kiss, just the two of you with tilted heads and growing smiles against each other’s lips. You licked the bottom of his lip briefly before pulling away, making him chase you adorably for more.

You gazed at him, your eyes sparkling with newfound feelings blooming in your chest. Or maybe they’ve always been there.

“Oh,” He breathed out, his eyes glossed over.

You suppressed a loud laugh, in hopes of not waking up your neighbors. When he only continued to gaze at you with that lovesick expression, you felt your face grow hot. And so you punched him in the chest, making him wince.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re in love with me.”

Sangyeon gaped at you. And then he laughed. He laughed deeply (and very attractively, dare you add) as he pulled you into his chest and he nuzzled his cheek against your head lovingly.

“I am in love with you. You just failed to notice.” He whispered, hugging you tightly.

“Oh. Oh my god.” It all came crashing down on you. The fleeting touches, the fond smiles…

He shook his head, pulling away to look you in the eye. “I tried to hide it anyway.”

You snorted. “Great acting skills.”

But Sangyeon didn’t respond to your sarcastic joke. Instead, his eyes fell to your lips once again. You held your breath, your eyes wandering to his own, red and slightly swollen. You had expected him to just lean in. But instead, he asked a question.

“Can I kiss you?”

You stared at him incredulously. “You’re going to ask now? After you just made out with me in a hallway?”

“I was raised a gentleman.”

You hummed, amused. “A very fine, lovely gentleman indeed,” You sang, teasingly.

He groaned. “Shush.” And his lips were on yours in just a second, pressing deeply, more passionately than before. Soon enough, the door has been unlocked–you wondered how he did that even while being so… preoccupied. You were being pushed into your dorm, his mouth still on yours, moving intensely.

He pulled away to catch his breath. “Have I mentioned how beautiful you look tonight?”

You bit your lip shyly. “You have.”

“Then allow me to tell you over and over.” He pressed another kiss to your lips. “Until you’re nothing but a shy mess.”

You felt your cheeks flush hotly and your throat went dry as you hid your face in his chest. He already succeeded.

#deoboyznet #the boyz imagines #the boyz reactions #the boyz fluff #tbz fluff #tbz imagines #the boyz x reader #the boyz scenarios #tbz x reader #sangyeon fluff #sangyeon x reader #fics 💞

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wooahaes · 10 months

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a love that burns brightly

pairing: non-idol!s.coups x gn!reader

genre: fluff. domestic fic. established relationship.

word count: 1.0k~

warnings: reader has a side business selling candles. mentions of hot wax (being melted).

daisy's notes: me as i restrain myself from writing husband!cheol again bc i feel like im too predictable-

If there was one thing you could say about your boyfriend, it was that he probably advertised your side business more than you did.

Candle-making had started as something you did kind-of for fun. Sure, you sold your candles from the very beginning, but it was more-so because you needed some way of recouping the money you sunk into it. And, sure, it was only a side business that took up… a lot more time than you liked admitting. But that was what your days off were for: dedicating as much time as you needed to make your candles and restock the online store. This time of year was always your busiest for a reason (Holiday scents! Sales! Clear your inventory so you can start fresh in the new year!), and that meant Seungcheol stayed over at your apartment a lot more… especially when he came in with a list.

He’d been reading it off to you as you moved about your kitchen (your center of operations, so to speak), “Jeonghan said he loved the cinnamon candle you gave him. Joshua liked the pine one, and I thought we could maybe throw in an extra? I’ll pay for it. And Jun…”

All of this was what he’d pulled together over the past week. You’d told Seungcheol that if he wanted to sell to his coworkers that it’d be fine (considering how often he bragged about your work), but yesterday was the deadline for any orders. Of course… You didn’t expect him to manage to get every single person he was close to to buy at least one. Even that Vernon guy, who apparently bought three—two for his parents and one for his own girlfriend(slash-his-own-apartment since they lived together).

You looked up from the double boiler you were using to melt wax. “Cheollie?”

He stopped mid sentence, right about to tell you what he’d convinced Jihoon to order, “Yes?”

“Why don’t you live here?” The two of you had been together for almost two years at this point—although you’d known him for longer.

He made his way over to you, setting the list down closer. “Don’t you remember?” He leaned against your fridge. “You said you didn’t want to live with anyone for a while.”

Your brows drew together. When did you…? And then it clicked. Back when you first met Seungcheol (through Joshua—he went to the same gym as you, and one music-based conversation was enough to make the two of you friends), he’d said something about his own roommate at the time. You’d admitted that that was the exact reason why you weren’t going to live with anyone for a while. You made enough to support yourself: why not enjoy the solitude?

(“Even if you’re dating someone?” Joshua had said, nudging you as he kept stealing glances at Seungcheol.

“I mean, maybe eventually, but the right person isn’t going to force themselves in unless it’s an emergency,” you had shrugged in response. “I don’t mind sharing my space if I need to, but… I like living alone right now.”)

“I mean… Yeah… But…” You avoided his gaze, stirring the mixture with your silicone spatula to try and help it melt more evenly. “I just thought we’d talk about it at some point.”

He crossed his arms. “Honey?”

“Hm?”

“Is this your way of asking me to move in?”

One glance at Seungcheol was enough to tell you he was thoroughly enjoying the idea of making you admit it. Another slow stir, and you nodded after a moment. “Maybe.”

“Is it?” He pushed a little further, and you swore you could hear his smile in his words alone. “Do you want me to?”

“Can it be your Christmas gift?”

He let out a soft chuckle. “If you want. My lease isn’t up for a few months, but I’d love to move in when it’s up.”

You hid a smile. “Can you get the jars from my office? You’ll have to center the wicks when it’s time, too.”

Seungcheol stepped forward, pressing a quick peck against your cheek. “Whatever you need me to do,” he turned. You listened as he walked out, yet still spoke loud enough for you to hear him, “Can I get one for free?”

“Aren’t you sick of them by now?”

You heard the sound of glass clinking together as Seungcheol heaved the box into his arms, making his way back in, “I’m not moving in for a few months,” he said. “And you usually have one burning here…”

Fair enough. “You can get one of the leftovers.”

“Deal.” He set the box at his feet as he began to pull the jars out, setting them out. “I know I’ve said it before, but… I’m proud of you.”

“Cheollie—”

“No, really,” he said. “I am. You work full time and you do this as a side business because you love it. If you ever wanted to quit and do this full time… I’d be happy to support you.”

“I like my job,” you shrugged. “I like this, too, but I’m happy with the balance I have now. Especially when I have this guy who comes around sometimes to help me…”

He smiled, setting another jar down. “Is he handsome?”

“I think he’s pretty sexy, yeah,” you giggled. “I think you know him, actually. His name is Yoon Jeonghan—”

Seungcheol almost elbowed you playfully, only stopping because of the hot wax in front of you. “You’re so mean to me,” he pouted. “Right after you were begging me to move in, too.”

“I wasn’t begging.”

Seungcheol chuckled again. “Sure you weren’t.” He let out a blissful sigh. “So… What scent is this batch going to be again?”

“I dunno. What scent did Yoon Jeonghan want again?”

Wax be damned. He turned, immediately pulling you in for a quick kiss, and you could feel him smile against your lips as you giggled. Honestly, you couldn’t wait until he moved in with you officially.

(... And maybe you’d text that to Jeonghan so he could get in on teasing Seungcheol, too.)

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#wooahaes.dec23 #wooahaes.fic #seventeen imagine #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #svt x reader #svt imagine #svt x you #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol x you #s coups x reader #s coups x you

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the-phantom-author · 9 months

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Hasan Piker | 9-5!gf

Is this a rewrite of three asks? Yes. Did I more to it? Also yes.

Request are open. Reblogs always welcome.

Y’all meet completely accident. It was in an elevator that got stuck for an hour. You were visiting a friend, who just got a promotion, and he was in New York for a friends wedding.

The elevator got stuck for an hour, honestly neither of you talked to each other for the first five or so minutes but it was a bit awkward being in that close of a space with another without interacting, so he asked about what you were doing first. As you spent time in that elevator you realized how easily conversation came between the two of you, and when you found out that both of you live around the L.A. area, you exchanged numbers.

At first hasan was a bit worried that he wouldn’t be able to spend enough time with you, given how much he works and what he does for work, but it didn’t take him long until he found out that you’re just as much of a work horse as he is.

As much as both of you are busy, you both start your day at the same time, your morning routine and breakfast are always reliable times for the two of you to spend together. He’ll wake up at around 6-6:30am and go out for his morning workout, come back with coffee for you and wakes you up. Morning shower/bath, going through doing your makeup, doing your hair, and getting dressed to then make breakfast.

You get off of work about two hours before he does. While the last bit of his stream is usually more fun content, you don’t get that same liberty with your job, so the two hours you get when you come home and Hasan is still streaming, you take that time to relax. Take your hair down, get into comfy clothes, make tea, read a book, whatever you need to do to get yourself out of the work head space that you get into. Even if he has calls to make or research to do, the camera's off and your able to exist together without judgment from chat.

Speaking of chat, when your on stream chat honestly adores you. At first it’s very “This is my friend y/n, she works a normal 9-5 and is bullying me into ending stream so we can hang out later.” and you start showing up as “Hasan’s normy friend”. Chat likes so much because you are so normal, unlike some of his other guests who are streamers, lawyers, journalists, and other political figures, you’re just you. You wake up and go to an office to work for 8 hours and come home, in a very similar manner as to what they do.

Chat likes to ask Hasan about you a lot. You don’t use social media, at all really, so all information they get about you is from his stream. Que chat asking if you have a boyfriend, and hasan always having to be like “She’s dating someone chat, stop asking about it”. When you’re on stream and talking about the fact you have a boyfriend with hasan right next to you, you pick on all the time.

“Yeah, I have a boyfriend, but he is annoying sometimes☺️” “WHAT DO YOU MEAN”

“He also snores super loudly.”

He’s trying to get you to take what you said back while trying to sound as detached from it as possible as to not implicate him being said boyfriend.

He fails of course, you bring him his lunch or a snack one day and as he takes it he slips up and says something like “I’m so lucky i’m marrying you”. The moment that he accidentally spills the fact that your secret boyfriend is him, it's over. Chat will not let him move in for the life of the stream. It's officially The Integration Of Hasan on stream.

Chat has soooo much respect for you. From the times that it’s just hasan telling them you’ve had a really busy week at work and won’t be on stream to the ties you walk in, still in your work clothes. You provide very practical advice while on stream as well. Talking about what to expect in the workforce, how to find jobs out of college, what kind of clothes are workplace appropriate, where you can get these clothes for cheap, what to look for in an apartment and roommates, how to keep friendships alive, ect ect. They also get the office gossip from you.

TLDR; the relationship dynamic is very "She keeps me sane and grounded and in return I keep her sane and grounded." I imagine him talking about you this way a lot. X (47:20-48:10)

#hasanabi #hasanabi x reader #hasan x reader #9-5!gf

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surshica · 2 years

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NINTENDO SWITCH !

SEVENTEEN - my little pony

masterlist <3

borders will indicate when it’s time to read the written portion!! + please excuse anything grammatically incorrect and any typos !!

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yn came back to the room and placed four hot chocolates on a mini table sitting down near heiya and usagi. she took small sips of the hot chocolate; the warm chocolate taste warmed up her somewhat cold body. slight chills went down her spine due to the contrast of the heat and cold in her body. the other girls were enjoying it as well, heiya looked over at yn—letting out a small sigh before running her fingers through her hair to get rid of the knots. “ynn~”

yn looked at her with a weird expression, she knew she wanted something with that tone and they were going to be questions about chishiya. “yes heiyaaa~” the tone was the same as hers with slight mockery in it. “can you tell us what happened between you and chishiya~” heiya shook yn gently. “in return we’ll have kuina talk about how her and ann got together!!” usagi chimed in; she already knew what happened but usagi still wanted the other girls to know.

yn grumbled at first but she caved in, her door was open since her roommate was literally just her cousin. she had noticed mira was leaning against the doorframe interested in the story time too. “well..chishiya and i believe it or not are just friends.” yn smiled clasping her hands together, kuina groaned facepalming herself while usagi started laughing, heiya she had a deadpanned look on her face. “don’t give us that my little pony bullshit..” kuina huffed while heiya shook yn a little harder.

yn started laughing, “ok ok i’ll tell you guys..i cant even say dont tell anyone because i feel like everyone knows something..” yn shrugged, taking another sip of hot chocolate. “well to be honest and to be quiet fair i don’t even know what we are??” yn even questioned it herself, “i thought we were rivals but now? i feel yeah..” yn didn’t know words to how describe her feelings.

she looked at the girl who were all staring at her to give what she wanted, a small smile formed on her lips, “i have liked that stupid blonde mf since middle school and yet i still can’t find the right enough courage to tell him,” “i feel as if i need to be a step ahead of him especially in academics, though the is quite hard” yn let out a low chuckle.

kuina’s eyes formed a smile as she started to giggle as if she met her favorite actor, heiya had a big smile on her face grabbing yn by her shoulders shaking her. “i mean the tension between you two is so painfully obvious..” usagi mentioned taking a sip of her hot chocolate.

“tension? there is no tension” yn laughed aloud, kuina just shook her head “babe i love you bit the tension between the two of you is very fucking obvious.” kuina sighed in a defeat like voice, “chishiya..he’s confusing but i assure you if you ask him out—“ “but i’m not going to ask him. why should i?”

usagi gasped, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOURE NOTGONNAASKHIMOUT” usagi was shaking her so much yn got dizzy. “IF YOU ARENT GONNA ASK HIM OUT YOU DESERVE AN AWARD FOR THAT ACT.” usagi had a distressed tone in her voice, yn had to physically put her hand on her shoulder to stop usagi from shaking her.

kuina and heiya looked at eachother with disappointed looks. “listen LISTEN, i probably have a better chance dating a rock then with chishiya.” yn tried to justify herself but that also had no justice. “why do you say that yn? you don’t know that” heiya questioned with a frown.

“he has like zero interest in a relationship, so therefore he would reject me simple!” yn crossed her arms near her chest acting like she put her foot down. kuina shook her head, “what about the time you two went to a cafe?” “he was being nice” “okay and the time he saved you from niragi?” “he was told to watch over me from mira..” “i call bullshit but that’s ok..how about the time you two almost kissed” “..well it was just a nice gesture yeah”

“yeah IT WAS A NICE GESTURE.” yn tried to convince herself that there was no tension and it was just friendly gestures. “if you don’t realize i’m going to slap you.” usagi deadpanned looked at yn, sending chills down her spine. “OKAY FINE. maybe he isn’t just being nice to me and MAYBE likes me.” a small smile broke out on her lips, “you know if it wasn’t for arisu something could’ve happened” yn shrugged off the thought.

“so would you consider asking him out?” heiya questioned the indecisive girl, “hmm maybe…maybe yeah.” yn has a small tint of rose blush form onto her cheeks.

mira smiled happily before walking back to her room, “did you hear that chishiya?” mira whispered so yn and the girls couldnt hear her, “yeah..” he sounded dry but his face said otherwise. his face has never felt warmer before. since they were on facetime mira was able to see it, she let out a small giggle closing the door behind her. “are you going to make the first move orr..” she left it open like a question, “maybe. but i think maybe i’ll let her do it.” a smile crept onto his face.

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tags !!

pink doesn’t work

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#chishiya x reader #aib chishiya #alice in boderland x reader #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya headcanons #chishiya fluff #chishiya imagine #chishiya smau #chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya fic #꒰ა 🎧 ─ nintendo switch : .. ꒱#- surshica ♥︎

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disregardcanon · 1 year

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semi-realistic thoughts about where the yellowjackets and co might be in 2021 if the plane HAD crashed but they got rescued before laura lee died because misty never found the black box

tai- in exactly the same place, but with better coping mechanisms and a stable and realistic relationship with simone. sammy still has some issues because tai represses stuff and is still a politician who’s keeping secrets about the wilderness, but tai actually does let him get the therapy he needs. she’s still close to shauna and akilah, and she wishes that she could be close with van, but things are weird there. she always knew van wanted different things out of life than she did, but it was a lot harder to break things off after they lived through a plane crash and a few months in the wilderness together.

van- jack of all trades, master of none. she’s been a summer camp counselor all over the country, done bit parts in lots of movies, was on jeopardy once, managed a spirit halloween, got involved in cutco knives before she realized it was an mlm, worked at an amusement park, taught english to kids in different countries (never with the US military though because that sucks), worked at a ski resort. she’s had a lot of girlfriends that never really stuck, but she’s glad for all of them. she still talks to quite a few of the yellowjackets, but it’s... hard. when she talks to tai. taissa the accomplished lawyer and now state senator thinks that she should settle down, and that’s a little hard to hear from the high school girlfriend who dropped van when she went off to college.

coach ben- after his experience in the wilderness with the girls and losing his leg, there is absolutely NO way he’s going back to teaching. he tries to make things right with paul and after some work, he ends up moving in with paul in the city. paul’s a writer already, so ben gives it a try and does some comedy columns and sports columns.

nat- had a couple of years right after high school where she was drifting and on just about every drug in the book until she accidentally runs into ben and paul at a party and ben’s like oh my god NATALIE!??! and makes her sleep on their couch for a while. eventually she ends up making weird art and coaching a kids’ soccer team. she has some short term romantic relationships with both men and women but none of them ever really stick.

misty and crystal- coach very gently told her when they were in the hospital that he was gay and not interested. and she was like “oh you figured it out because i was so wonderful and you weren’t attracted to me, so you knew you couldn’t like girls?” and he sighed and went. yes misty. that’s how. and she put a hand on his shoulder and said “how brave. how inspiring” and then misty started telling this story to any teammate who would listen. crystal was the only one who didn’t roll her eyes and she was like “omg, a gay teacher? like in the children’s hour????” and then they become best friends going into the next year of school. misty doesn’t HAVE a secret that’s big enough to break them up so they just. stay together.

misty stays on as the equipment manager but mainly just to cheer on her bestie and they join theater together. they don’t do very well but they LOVE it, and they decide to go to the same college to be roommates. crystal becomes a quirky high school theater teacher and misty still becomes a concerning RN who dates and intimidates weird little guys, but they live together and are like, what, gay? *pft* no, we’re besties! and they are, but god are they weird about it

laura lee and lottie- lottie’s parents made her go to the same ivy that her dad went to, and she really hates it, even though she does her best and gets her degree. (i’m thinking some kind of counseling/leadership) laura lee goes to a bible college that skews too conservative for her and she hates it too, so much that she decides to drop out until she can figure out where she DOES want to go. a lot of soulsearching and mishaps later, and lottie is taking on a youth minister position at a nondenominational hippie dippie queer loving church and inviting laura lee to check it out, and laura lee falls in LOVE WITH IT and then goes straight into the seminary she can find that best lines up with her own values. they become a power couple and get married in 2004 as soon as it’s legal. they end up with a congregation that isn’t very large but is dedicated and does a lot of good in their area.

travis and javi- coach martinez still died, so things are hard, but not nearly as hard as in canon. they work through his death as best as they can with their mom, and travis stays at home the next year to go to community college before leaving home. javi makes him join a dungeons and dragons campaign and it actually helps him a lot with the Big Feelings Time. travis goes into something that his dad thought was nerdy and not masculine enough but that he likes and is good at, and javi becomes an artist. he and shauna collaborate sometimes on projects <3. also travis and jackie become weird friends at community college

mari- she’s an mlm girlie but one that is Proud! Of! It! she’s got a big enough downline that she actually supports herself this way, even though it.... still sucks and is soulsucking. but it lets her be a little bitchy, do tasks, and be kind of in charge and kind of not in charge and mari DOES like that.

melissa and gen- let them play soccer together in college because they were on the fabled yellowjackets team that never got to go to nationals as well as the one that WON! let melissa get butcher. let gen have a sexuality crisis as she gets jealous about girls falling all over her best friend. let them be soccer lesbians who eventually move to denver and buy a subaru

akilah- they find out that shauna’s pregnant before they’re rescued and right before laura lee’s able to make her incredible journey. akilah the girl scout finds herself worrying about what might have happened if they had to deliver a baby out there, even though they DIDN’T. then she does a lot of research into the subject on top of studying for her SAT and finds out about maternal mortality rates in the united states, especially among black women like her and her sister. she decides to become an OBGYN to try to fight the problem, and despite the hardships, she makes it happen. she also gets to upset her sister with terrible pregnancy fun facts, which is what siblings are for

jackie- has a blowout fight with shauna about the jeff thing after they get back, straining her relationships with every member of the team. she still tries at college, but she rushes and doesn’t get a bid for a single sorority (she’s going through a crisis where she’s realized she’s a lesbian and doesn’t know what to do with that and also. is very depressed and angry), her potluck roommate doesn’t like her, and her classes are so hard now without shauna to help. she doesn’t know how to ask for help and things spiral for the two semesters it takes for her to get kicked out of college. she’s home the summer afterward, with her parents desperately trying to get her to figure out a different college or go out with jeff again (we understand what he did, but you aren’t exactly... rolling in prospects right now) and she’s just going crazy in her room.

shauna and jackie- shauna gets an abortion and does go to brown! she’s really upset with where things ended with jackie, but she’s still close to tai and some of the other girls and she’s exploring her bisexuality at college, so she’s doing okay javi sends her drawings sometimes, and that’s nice. when she comes home over her first summer and sees jackie absolutely rotting... she feels awful enough to try to mend the bridge. it doesn’t totally work, but by the end of the season they’re on speaking terms again, and over the next few holiday breaks they become tentative friends again, then good friends, then homoerotic girls who are dancing around each other.

jackie tries out the community college thing and tries hanging out with jeff again, who’s working at his parents’ furniture store. her parents are convinced they’re dating and jeff kind of is too and jackie... tries to see if she can fix herself. she forces herself to let it be dating and then they have sex and it feels wrong and weird and bad... but she does it. and jeff’s magical sperm does its thing.

timeline-wise the pregnancy becomes clear about 3 months before shauna’s graduation from brown/jackie’s graduation from the community college. (she and travis are weird friends there. no i’m not elaborating but it happened) and her parents are freaking out and trying to get her and jeff to get married right now immediately to save face, and jackie just. cries. and calls shauna. and cries some more. and they have a heart to heart and confess some feelings and decide that they’ll try dating and kinda. raise the baby together. (it’s callie yay!)

jackie isn’t going to be able to move in with shauna until after she finishes this semester and gets a bigger place, and her parents are livid that she refused jeff’s offer and is still keeping the baby! (they don’t even know she’s a lesbian yet) so she has to move in temporarily with the martinezes javi shows her lots of art pieces and is like “would shauna like this?” and the answer is always yes.

eventually, shauna becomes an editor for the local paper and a fiction writer. jackie stays home with bby callie for a bit and then cycles between different odd jobs for a while as she tries to find a good fit. she eventually ends up as middle management at a small company where she does a whole lot of team-building exercises that everyone pretends to hate until she pulls out the prizes

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets aus #jackieshauna #taivan #taisimone #lottielee #genmelissa #melissagen #the yellowjackets

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kaleldobrev · 1 year

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Supernatural: Purgatory (3)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: In Purgatory, Y/N tells the story of how Elijah got her into hunting, making Dean just a little jealous. Meanwhile, Sam starts teaching Y/N’s parents the basics of hunting.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Unrequited Love

Authors Note: This is part three or episode three of my Supernatural: Purgatory Series! | As always, there's a little bit of a cliffhanger, but I feel like you all are used to that by now | Flashbacks are in italics | If you want to be tagged in this series, message or comment! | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

Supernatural: Purgatory Masterlist

Previously on Supernatural…

“Is this something?” Your father turned the book toward Sam so he could read it. “It looks like some kind of spell.”

“Let me see that.” Sam said, taking the book from your fathers hands. Sam examined the page, and it appeared to be in a language that he wasn’t far too familiar with; possibility a dead language. The picture next to it showed a hand drawn image of a gray forest, the only ounce of color being two red dots that had similar appearance to eyes. “Huh.”

Your parents looked at Sam, both giving him a questioning look as if to say, ‘Can you tell us more?’ “Sam?” Your mom asked.

Sam looked up from the page and looked at your parents, his fingers gingerly playing with the edges. “I don’t think it’s a spell.”

“I’m sorry, I must of misheard of you. Because there’s no way you just say this guy is your ex.” Dean was honestly filled with disbelief, not really knowing how to react to this kind of news. He knew that you had dated people before him – hell, even he dated a few women somehow before he had met you, but he never would have guessed that one of your exes would be someone that he would end up meeting – let alone meeting them here, a place that was simply a land of monsters.

“She didn’t stutter.” Elijah said, his voice amused.

Dean pointed at Elijah, his face full of anger. “I’m not talking to you.” Dean turned to you, waiting for some kind of an answer. Your face was flushed, and he could tell that you were embarrassed, ashamed of what you had just told him. “Sweetheart…” Dean tried to calm his voice, but there was still lots of anger in it.

“He’s the reason I got into hunting in the first place.” You explained.

NOW – Purgatory

Both Elijah and Dean looked at you, waiting for you to say something, anything; but there was nothing else coming to your mind. Dean turned to look at Elijah, Elijah keeping up with the same amused look on his face. Dean pointed to him before looking back at you. “This douchebag got you into hunting?” Dean asked.

“I believe that’s what the lady said.” Elijah chimed in. Dean’s jaw clenched, you knew he was starting to get annoyed with him.

“You’re not helping.” You said to Elijah. You turned to Dean and looked at him, searching his face. “I…When I first met him I didn’t know he was a vampire.”

10 Years Ago

Although you were close to your parents, it felt nice actually getting away – going off to college. Unlike your other classmates who chose to stay in the tri-state area, you decided to go off farther; going to a college about six or seven hours away. You had tried to convince your parents to let you go across the country, even to a college a few days drive, but they told you that only a day’s drive was the limit. You were still happy with the result regardless.

You found yourself settling into the college routine quickly, and you had adjusted quite well. Yes, you did find yourself with some bouts of homesickness here and there, but who wouldn’t have that? This was one of the first times in your life that you had spent an extended period of time away from your parents. You had in the past gone on road trips with other family members, but they only lasted a few days – this was a few months.

Grabbing your bookbag, you looked at your roommate who was quietly humming to herself some pop song you’ve never heard of. You waved your hand, trying to get her attention. She popped off her headphones and looked at you, giving you a smile. “What’s up?” She asked.

“I’m gonna head to the library for a bit.” You said, putting the last of your books into your bag.

“Okay nerd.” She teased. “Be careful alright?”

“Aren’t I always?” You asked with a slight grin before revealing your pocket knife that you always kept on you.

“You’re such a freak. No guy is gonna want to date someone who carries a knife around.” Your roommate said. “I mean, I would date you in a heartbeat Y/N. But I know we both don’t swing that way.” She winked. As much as you loved your roommate and knew that she was joking with you (she had a weird sense of humor like you did), you couldn’t help but find some truth in what she was saying. Who in their right mind carries a knife around? The town that you had decided to go to college in was a relatively safe small town; nothing bad ever happened here, you and your father made sure of that, so there was no reason to be on edge.

“Thanks.” You grinned picking up your bag. “I’ll see you in a few hours.” You said before leaving the dorm room.

As you walked to the library, it was a relatively nice night out. One of the things that you had loved most about the college campus was that you could actually see the stars at night; there was rarely any light pollution. You stopped and looked up at the sky, and you couldn’t help but smile at how beautiful it was – the moon being exceptionally beautiful tonight. “Moon fan too I see?” A male voice said.

You quickly turned around and a young man who appeared to be maybe a couple years older than you with his own backpack was standing there. “Yeah. Um…the moon is one of my favorites actually.” You smiled.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” The man said, offering a slight smile.

“It’s alright.” You said. “I guess I am kind of in the way of the sidewalk uh?” You tried making some kind of joke, letting out a small chuckle as you stepped to the side a bit. “I wasn’t in your way was I?”

The man shook his head. “No, no. Not at all. Um…” He held out his hand, hoping that you’d take it; which you gladly did. “I’m Elijah.”

“Y/N.” You replied.

“Beautiful name.” Elijah smiled.

“Okay, can you get to the part where you found out he was a vampire?” Dean interjected.

“Does he always interrupt you Sweetheart?” Elijah asked, leaning up against the tree with his arms crossed.

Dean rolled his eyes. “I don’t interrupt her.” Dean looked at you. “I don’t interrupt you right?” He almost whispered.

“I can still hear you. Vampire remember?” It was time for Elijah to roll his eyes.

You sighed an annoyed sigh. “Anyway…”

8 Years Ago

Elijah and you had been dating for a couple of years, and there was just something about him that seemed so different from other people that you had previously dated. You didn’t have a lot of experience in dating, but you knew that there was something about him that was different. He was more attentive to your needs, always seeming to know the right things to do or say. His memory was perfect – always remembering some of the most minute details that you sometimes didn’t even remember telling him. One of the most important things though – your parents had adored him.

“You’ve met my parents lots of times. Maybe…Maybe I can meet your family?” Despite being together for the last couple of years, you had never met a member of Elijah’s family. You knew that he went home during the summers, and for holidays, and he talked about his family quite a bit, but he never once suggested that you meet them; but you knew for a fact that he has mentioned you to them.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea Sweetheart.” He said. You looked at him with a confused look on your face, feeling your heart pick up in pace. He rested his hand on top of yours. “Y/N. You know I love you right?”

“Of course I do.” You did, you really did love him; loved him more than you ever thought could be possible. “I just…We’ve been dating for a few years and I’ve never met your family. I feel like if you want us to be together you’d want me to meet your family.”

“I do trust me, I do. It’s…we aren’t…traditional.” Elijah tried to find the right words. He wanted more than anything to bring you home to meet the folks, the rest of his family, but he knew if he did, you would suddenly become the shiny new toy that he didn’t want you to become and knew that you would become the moment you stepped foot in the door of his family’s home.

“No one comes from a traditional family anymore Eli.” You tried reassuring him. “I mean, look at my roommate. She doesn’t have a dad, she has two moms.”

“That’s…That’s not what I mean Y/N.” There was a part of him that had wanted to tell you what he was, but there was a part of him that had wanted to avoid the subject all together. He didn’t choose to become a vampire, it was something that was chosen for him. But he knew that he wouldn’t be able to keep the secret up for long, you would soon start to notice how he wasn’t aging. Despite you and him being together for two years, he knew that you had started to notice that something was amiss; but you had been too polite to say anything.

“Eli, whatever it is…” You cupped his cheeks, giving him a smile. “We’ll get through it okay? I know how much you love your family, and you tell me all the time how much they love you. I just…I want to meet the people that raised such a good man. The man that I want to spend the rest of my life with.” You had meant every single word; you did want to spend the rest of your life with him. It was something that you had thought about more and more lately.

“Y/N, there’s something that I’ve been meaning to tell you. But...it’s not necessarily…it’s not gonna sound…sane. But…it’s true okay?” Elijah began to say, your hands dropping from his face. You had felt a knot starting to form in the pit of your stomach. “And before you say anything, no, I’m not cheating on you. I would never do that.” His voice was sincere, the most sincere that you’ve ever heard.

Elijah loved you more than anything, despite every cell of his being telling him to just drink your blood and kill you, or worse…turn you. Although he loved you, he didn’t want you becoming a vampire, but he also knew that you becoming what he was, was one of the only ways in which the two of you could actually have a life together. He didn’t mind you growing old and him staying the same age but, he knew that once you died, he wouldn’t be the same. “I’m…I’m a vampire.”

Your Parents House

“Thanks Mick, I really appreciate it.” Sam said and hung up the phone. He walked over to your parents who were still sitting at the dining room table with a variety of open books in front of them.

“What did Mick say?” Your mother asked.

“I just sent him the text. He said that it looked a little complicated but he’ll be able to read it.” Besides you and Bobby, Mick was one of the only other people that Sam could think of that would be able to read a text like this.

“I hate to be impatient but, how long is he going to be?” It’s been a little over a month, and she was starting to get antsy. Although your father wasn’t showing the same kind of restlessness that she was, she knew from looking at him that he was just as antsy as she was.

“He said maybe a week.” Sam had hoped for sooner, but the text that he had given Mick wasn’t an easy one. Ancient languages wasn’t something that a lot of hunters were experts in; even some professors that he looked up and tried to track down had no clue what this language was.

“A week?” You father questioned. He let out a chuckle. “What a joke.” He mumbled, slamming the book shut that was in front of him.

“I’m sorry, but this is something that’s going to take time. I hate it just as much as you two do.” Sam said, trying his best not to sound frustrated. He was frustrated with a lot of things. Not having you, Dean, and Cas for one thing, not knowing exactly where you three were (most likely Purgatory even though he didn’t want to give Crowley the satisfaction of being right) and thirdly, your parents. Sam knew that he had no right to be frustrated with them, the hunting life was something that they weren’t really familiar with because you didn’t want them to know a lot of information. But it was times like these where Sam was kicking himself, because he knew that if they had some kind of base knowledge of hunting, they may not be as worried or at least have a better understanding of this line of work. He sighed. “While we wait, how do you two feel about learning about hunting?”

Purgatory

Dean pinched his nose, trying to process the rest of the story that you had told him. “So let me get this straight. You and Elijah were in some weird Twilight situation?”

You hated that your previous relationship was compared to Twilight, but you could see where your boyfriend would have gotten that idea from. Your sigh sounded a little frustrated, more frustrated than you had intended. “If you want to put it that way. Yes, he was the Edward to my Bella.” You rolled your eyes. “But long story short –”

“I sacrificed myself to save her.” Elijah interrupted. He started to walk toward you and Dean, his grip on the blade was starting to get tighter and tighter the closer Elijah came; Dean’s knuckles were starting to get white, pure white.

“You want a gold star?” Dean joked.

“Dean…” You began to say, starting to reach your hand out to place it on his arm, the one that he was gripping the knife with ever so tightly.

“You want me to believe that you’re just a good guy? That you sacrificed yourself because you…loved her?” His jaw started to clench again, and his voice was growing deeper than it normally did.

“Of course I loved her, still do.” Elijah stated looking at Dean, before briefly looking at you.

“I hate to break it to you pal but, she’s with me now.” Dean’s lips formed the biggest grin. Hearing the story that you had just told him, he couldn’t help but find himself a little jealous of the feelings that you once had for the man before him. There was a part of him that was disgusted, that you had actually loved a vampire, a monster, something that you had hunted numerous of times together; but there was another part of him that weirdly understood – you didn’t know. How could you? When you had met Elijah you weren’t a hunter, you weren’t aware of anything that had went bump in the night; he was the first thing you had ever come across. Dean turned to face you. “Isn’t that right Sweetheart?”

For as long as you’ve known Dean, you always had a soft spot for him. What initially started out as platonic between the both of you, eventually grew into something more; something that you didn’t think would be possible for you again. After your relationship with Elijah had ended you became a hunter and dropped out of college. Your roommate at the time thought the reason you dropped out is because you were heartbroken over the death of Elijah which, was partially true, but you also couldn’t live a normal life again after that; knowing that monsters were actually real.

When you had first met Dean, you were skeptical of the soft spot that you had for him, unsure if he was true in his intentions. But the longer you spent with him, the more you realized that he was in fact fond of you, and so was his brother (but not in the same way of course). You had tried so hard not to fall in love with Dean, because you knew that your heart wouldn’t be able to take that kind of heartbreak again. But when you let yourself fall in love with him, it was something that you didn’t regret in the slightest.

The love that you had for Elijah and the love that you had for Dean was much different. The love that you had for Elijah was instant, red hot – you had thought of him as your soulmate for as long as you two were together. Before finding out that he was a vampire, you dreamed of spending the rest of your life with him, growing old together. But the love that you had with Dean, was a different kind of love. It wasn’t instant or red hot, it was a slow burn, unique kind of love. It was that kind of love that you only saw in movies or TV shows – as cliché as that may sound. The love that you had for Dean was the definition of what a soulmate was, and you knew Dean felt the exact same way about you. “You’re the love of my life, as cheesy as that sounds.” He’s told you more than once.

You smiled, reaching out for his hand and he took it. When you looked at him, your eyes were full of admiration for him; almost forgetting where you two were in that moment, because in this moment, it was only the two of you and the two of you weren’t in Purgatory but some place safe. Dean gave you a similar smile, he face too full of admiration for you. He squeezed your hand, something that you always tended to do for him. “I see.” Elijah said, staring at your hands. “Glad you’re…happy.” Elijah’s voice seemed so heartbroken in that moment.

“Sorry pal.” Dean smirked. “Let’s go Y/N.” He said, the two of you started walking away, leaving Elijah to stand there. You wondered if this would actually be the last time you’d ever see him again.

Your Parents House

“This doesn’t sound so hard.” Your mother said, her voice almost sounding joyful for the first time in over a month. “You dig up the grave, salt the bones, pour gasoline on the corpse, and then burn them.” Your mother repeated what Sam had just said, making sure she understood correctly.

“This is insane.” You father chimed in. “You guys…our daughter and…other people actually do this?” Your father scoffed, almost as if he was in disbelief. “Can’t believe she gave up college for this.” He said, almost mumbling.

“I know…I know this isn’t the life you wanted for her. Trust me, I know.” Sam took a deep breath. “I went to college too, was ready to go to law school but…my family needed me.”

“Do you regret it?” Your mom asked, Sam looked at her; his face turning almost sad.

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you don’t just forget

date: mid-august 2018

warning/s: talks about hannah’s trauma from a sasaeng (she has a nightmare)

notes from c: don’t worry, this is actually mostly fluff!! dialogue in italics are spoken in english, gif isn’t mine, i found it on pinterest

word count: 2.4k

aka some members take the chance to baby her, and she makes a surprise for her smtown osaka roommates

Hannah woke up with a gasp and saw someone staring down at her. The last thing she remembered was standing outside their dorm building and watching each of the NCT members just look at her emotionlessly and lock the door on her behind them. The next person to walk out those doors was the very same person who attacked her in her sleep, and there was no one to stop her this time. This had her so shaken up that she scrambled backwards, sitting up and trying to catch her breath.

“It’s me,” a familiar voice filled her ears, “Little Na? Hannah, it’s me. It’s Jaemin. Your Nana.”

“Jaemin,” she whispered, her vision clearing as she wiped her tears. “Nana…”

A worried Jaemin sat on the edge of her bed, looking hesitant to move. She quietly crawled over to where he was, hugging him and burying her face in his sleep shirt. Jaemin whispered comforting words to her while patting her back and stroking her hair.

“What’s wrong?”

“I had a nightmare,” she told him. He hummed and tucked her head under his chin. It was only then that she processed that she was sitting in Jaemin’s lap. He must have pulled her to this position when she got to his side.

“It was just a nightmare,” Jaemin reassured her, “I’m right here. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really” she began while feeling Jaemin reach for the water bottle on their nightstand, “I think I just kinda relived the incident when Minhyung oppa and I first got the dorm, but no one was there to help.”

She didn’t meet his eyes, choosing to stare at his hand holding the bottle of water.. Jaemin cooed at her and kissed her forehead before handing her a water bottle. The cover was already unscrewed, but her hands were shaking. Jaemin saw this and helped her drink water. When she finished, he closed the water bottle and put it back on the nightstand.

“You’re okay, Little Na,” Jaemin pressed another kiss to her forehead and pulled her head to his chest, “That monster can’t reach you, not when you have all of us with you. All 18 of us are right on this floor with you. Look! Mark hyung is asleep over there.”

“It’s 5 in the morning,” Jaemin told her, “do you want to sleep?”

“No,” she shook her head, “Can we have an early breakfast? Let’s go to the convenience store.”

“Of course,” Jaemin told her, “Do you want to bring Mark hyung?”

She nodded. Jaemin lifted her off of himself and placed her on the bed. He stood up and took his hoodie and helped her into it before putting a jacket on himself. He gently wiped under her eyes and smiled at her.

“Your Nana can cheer you up,” he told her playfully, “watch this.”

Jaemin walked over to Mark’s bed and gently shook him, “Oppa, wake up.”

Hannah broke into a smile when Jaemin called Mark oppa. She let out a little snort when Mark just slightly turned towards Jaemin and woke up with a gentle smile. Jaemin’s smile grew bigger when he heard Hannah laugh.

“Hyung,” Jaemin woke Mark up a little more, “Let’s go to the convenience store and have an early breakfast. Our Hannah needs it after having a nightmare last night.”

“A nightmare,” Mark immediately sat up and walked over to her. “You good, Hans?”.

“Not completely,” she admitted, “I just hate that it’s been almost a year and I still get nightmares about that sasaeng.”

“Oh,” Mark rested a hand on her head, lightly patting her hair down and being sure not to tug, “That’s no good. Come on, breakfast is my treat.”

“Me, too, hyung?”

Mark smiled at Jaemin’s hopeful face, “Yes, you, too. Let me just put on a jacket, and let’s go.”

It was almost six when they left the convenience store, and, the moment the three of them came back to their hotel room, they saw a very worried Taeyong pacing back and forth. He probably used a spare key to get in. Taeyong always kept spare keys to their rooms.

“Where have you been?” Taeyong immediately approached the three of them and started looking over Mark for anything wrong, “I was checking in on everyone, but you weren’t here.”

“Hyung, we went to the convenience store,” she heard Mark say. She couldn’t see Mark due to Taeyong observing her and trying to see if anything was injured.

“We had an early breakfast,” Jaemin explained when Taeyong moved from her to Jaemin, “Hannah had a nightmare, so we had breakfast then walked around the hotel garden for a little bit.”

Taeyong’s focus immediately snaps towards her. She gave Jaemin a look which made him shrug. Taeyong was the one of the two people she wanted least to find out about her nightmare since he seemed to get too mama hen sometimes.

“It was nothing,” she promised him while settling on her bed and getting back under the covers. Taeyong got in next to her, and she let herself be pulled into his arms.

“It wasn’t nothing,” Jaemin said while sitting at the foot of Mark’s bed, “she was kicking and crying.”

“I think she’s been reading hate” Mark added while putting some of the food and drinks that they bought in their mini fridge, “Because her nightmare was essentially us not being there to help her.”

Hannah blanked and looked at Mark. Was he really able to read her that easily? She pulled her blanket over her head to try and hide, but Taeyong pulled it back down and looked at her in concern.

“Haeeunie,” he began, “is that true?”

“I don’t understand how easily Mark can read me,” she muttered.

“I call you my sister for a reason,” Mark smiled at her. She smiled back at him in appreciation.

“Aigoo, my Little Na,” Jaemin pouted at her, “It’s been two years since debut. You’re still worried we won’t be on your side?”

“Only sometimes,” she muttered and hid her face in Taeyong’s shoulder. Taeyong gave her a tight hug.

“Jaemin-ah,” Taeyong called, “the spare keys are all in my bag. Go and get Johnny, Kun, and Jaehyun. Mark, set up Haeeun’s laptop, we’re watching Hunger Games before today’s schedule starts.”

“Not Haechan?”

“Let’s let Haechannie have a straight rest for now.”

Hannah watched as Mark and Jaemin went about their tasks while Taeyong went through a menu before going to the phone and ordering food. Jaemin walked in with Johnny, Kun, and Jaehyun right when Taeyong started ordering.

Jisung followed them sleepily, immediately planting himself on her bed and placing his head on her lap. Kun gave Hannah a kiss on the forehead before looking curiously at what Mark was doing and helping him connect her laptop to the TV. Jaehyun decided to pull her onto Jaemin’s bed, the one in the middle, and brought her into his lap for cuddles. Jisung frowned, sleepy mumbles escaping him as he made his way to put his head on her lap again on the new bed.

“Hey, kiddo,” Johnny ruffled her hair and settled on Mark’s bed.

She looked up at him, “Hi. We’re watching the Hunger Games today. The coddling really isn’t necessary, though.”

“Sounds nice,” Jaehyun patted her stomach, “but you don’t want to wake poor Jisung up just to move, do you?”

“He’s sleeping so peacefully,” Johnny smirked. “Where are your mom instincts?”

“Please, hyung,” Mark laughed while settling by Johnny’s crossed legs, “you’re draining it all by treating her like a baby.”

Johnny hit Mark upside the head making everyone laugh. Jaemin took the laptop from Mark to keep anyone from kicking it off the bed. Taeyong pulled Jaemin into his lap on Hannah’s bed.

“I got three katsudon bowls and three gyudon,” Taeyong told everyone. “Divide them however you want, I’ll take what’s left.”

“But, hyung,” Jaemin was cut off.

“I think you need more than just an onigiri from the convenience store and a bottle of iced coffee for breakfast,” Taeyong pinched Jaemin’s cheeks.

“Hyung.”

“Yes, Mark, I ordered fries.”

With the help of her members and the busy day they had, Hannah was able to push the nightmare to the back of her head. That night, right after they wished their vlog camera good night, Jaemin and Mark had pushed their beds even closer together and stuffed the gap with spare hoodies just to have her sleep in between them. Not only that, but they had vowed not to fall asleep until she falls asleep so they could “guard the door” or something like that.

This, however much she appreciated it, ruined her plan.

“You guys,” she sat on the chair by the corner of the room, “I don’t want to keep you up. I’ll just finish going over and memorizing the lyrics for our comeback then I’ll go to sleep, I promise.”

Jaemin looked at her with a pout, “No, let’s sleep! Make up for your restless night!”

She looked at Mark for help, seeing as how his work habits were similar to hers, so maybe he understood.

“He’s right,” Mark gave her a pointed look. “I get it, Hans, I really do, but you know how you get without a good night’s rest. Some of the hyungs were nervous to to talk to you in case you snapped.”

“I didn’t snap when Taeil oppa approached me!”

“Because Taeil hyung gave you coffee.”

She groaned, leaning her head on the chair’s backrest. Jaemin laughed and pulled her over to the bed, making a big deal of tucking her in like a baby. She glared at him the whole time, but Jaemin just kept cooing. A look to her right showed her Mark was taking a video of them.

“Delete that,” she pointed at his phone.

He laughed, shutting his phone and getting in bed, “Not a chance.”

She gave up and went on her phone, setting silent vibrate alarms for two in the morning. Given it was just a little past 9:30, she would get around four hours of sleep. Good enough for her.

That’s how she found herself groggily getting up from a dreamless sleep due to her phone vibrating. She turned her alarm off and carefully removed Jaemin’s arm and leg from around her, freezing just the slightest bit as he stirred.

“Please don’t wake up,” she whispered while getting out of bed as carefully as she could. She grabbed the spare key to their room and a random hoodie that didn’t make it to their faux mattress and quietly left the room.

“Took you long enough.”

Johnny’s voice from beside her made her jump. He snickered as she placed a hand on her heart then proceeded to hit him on the arm. “Don’t do that! Where’s Kun baba?”

“Already in the hotel kitchen.” Johnny began to lead them to the elevator. “Do you know how lucky you are for the company to negotiate for you to use their kitchen?”

She simply shrugged with a small smile on her face. Johnny shook his head at her.

The walk to the kitchen was quiet, but Hannah burst into a grin and a quick jog when she heard Kun humming from deep in the midst of tables, ovens, and pots and pans. She ended up right next to him, watching as he finalized all the things they needed.

“Looks like you slept better,” he lightly bumped their shoulders together.

“No dreams,” she nodded before washing her hands in the sink behind them. “Let’s get started! Youngho oppa, preheat those two ovens please, one at 160℃ and the other at 180℃, please, then line the cake pans with baking sheets!. Kun baba, you know how to make chocolate cakes, right?”

“I have a vague idea and the recipe you sent me on my phone.”

“Alright, can you measure out the dry ingredients and sift them together?”

Kun and Johnny exchanged looks before saluting at her and getting to work. She snorted but began on the coffee cake batter.

It wasn’t long before she had added all the ingredients for the coffee cake into the bowl, measured precisely, and handed it to Johnny to beat with an electric mixer. She had gone to help Kun put everything together for the chocolate cake, making sure they tasted the way they should. (A few extra spoonfuls of batter earned her and Johnny a light thump to their foreheads by Kun and a scolding about salmonella)

Together, they had the four cake pans in their designated ovens within 20 minutes, Their respective timers counting down.

Johnny, was getting bouncy. Kun looked at him confused before looking at Hannah.

“He likes when I make coffee buttercream frosting,” she explained. Kun laughed and nodded.

She had them sit and rest while she started working on the two frostings. Kun had pulled Johnny over to the side of the kitchen with the stoves, though. She glanced at their area quickly and deduced that they were cooking food. By the time she had put the two frosting bowls in the fridge, Johnny and Kun came over with three bowls of ramen. She laughed upon recognizing the smell.

“Shin ramen?”

Kun raised his hands in mock surrender, “I forgot to buy actual breakfast food when Johnny hyung and I went to the grocery earlier.”

“We have bacon, though,” Johnny placed a plate on the table. She laughed once again, gratefully accepting the bowl Kun handed her.

Johnny then poked her cheek, “When do we get to decorate? Because I have something in mind for Mark’s cake.”

“Don’t let him,” Kun’s eyes widened, “I’ve heard his plan all night, he wants to draw a… male appendage.”

Hannah snorted, nearly choking on her ramen, making Kun panic.

“He was nice this morning,” Hannah laughed after drinking some water, “we’re going to make his cake nice and appropriate for broadcast. Company’s condition.”

Needless to say, cake decorating went somewhat smoother than she had expected, going for a rustic look with swirls in the middle layer and top layer rather than covering the whole cake. Once they were in their respective boxes and Johnny and Kun had promised to store it in their room’s fridge, Hannah made her way back into her own room and placed herself back in the middle of her two friends. It was nearing six in the morning already.

“You smell delicious,” Jaemin mumbled, throwing his limbs around her again. She froze, seeing if Jaemin was awake, but there were no signs of life after that. Sleep-talking. She sighed in relief before letting herself succumb to sleep as well. Thank god their schedule for the next day started at 1 in the afternoon.

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