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ereardon · 2 years ago

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Slow Burn [Chapter 3][Hangman x Reader]

Summary: A one night stand with Hangman disrupts the fresh start you were looking for when moving to San Diego. The unexpected pregnancy forces you two to move fast, and brings with it some hurdles along the way as you and Jake learn how to live with each other. As the months go by, you slowly get to know the real Jake, but when old flames reappear and work obstacles threaten to topple everything, your relationship is put to the test.

WC: 5.2K+ Warnings: Cursing, pregnancy, no use of Y/N, alcohol, some smut

Masterlist here; previous chapter here

October slipped by, and then Thanksgiving. Jake went home to Austin, and you stayed back at the house, opting to have Lucy over for dinner instead.

There had never been a conversation about your family, and you didn’t offer much. Likewise, Jake, despite his gaggle of relatives, never once asked if you wanted to join him. He never even mentioned if he had told them that you were pregnant.

You were checking the mail when you saw an open bill on the counter with Jake’s name on it. Instinctively, you picked it up and before your conscience could tell you to put it away, you saw his birthdate.

It was in two days, the day before your twenty-week scan.

Later that night, you were watching TV when Jake came home, dropping a gym bag on the kitchen floor. “Hey,” he said, opening the fridge and pulling out a water bottle. “How’s it going?”

You turned around, craning your neck over the couch and muting the TV. “How come you didn’t tell me your birthday is on Friday?”

Jake stepped closer and shrugged. “I’m not a big birthday person.”

“How old are you turning?” You realized you had never asked. You’d been living together for months, but somehow it had never come up.

“Thirty three.” He squinted. “Wait, do I know how old you are?”

You laughed. “I don’t think so. I’m twenty seven.”

Jake took a seat next to you on the couch. “There’s a lot we don’t know about each other, isn’t there.”

“I guess so.”

He took a swig of the water and placed it on the coffee table. “OK, you start. Tell me stuff about you that I should know.”

You folded your hands on your growing stomach. “OK. Well my birthday is in February. I hate tomatoes. I broke my leg three times skiing when I was a kid. My favorite ice cream flavor is cookie dough.” You raised your eyebrows. “I don’t know what else to say!”

“No, that’s great,” Jake said. “I’m sorry we haven’t done this before. Things have been really busy lately at work. It’s tense,” he added and you nodded.

“It’s OK. I get it.”

He smiled. “Well you told me stuff about you so guess it's my turn. I have three sisters. I grew up outside of Austin. I love dogs, but I’m not around enough to have one. I drink my coffee black. All the men in my family have been in the Navy, so I never really thought about a career outside of being an aviator.”

“What kind of dog do you want?”

“God, any kind. I like Australian Shepherds, or collies or labs.”

“I had a black lab when I was younger. Her name was licorice.”

“That’s sweet,” he said, leaning back into the pillow. You noticed he was still wearing his uniform, and looked tired.

“Do you want me to make you something to eat?” you asked, standing up. “You look exhausted.”

“Don’t worry about me,” he said but you were already walking to the kitchen, pulling food out of the fridge.

“Shut up and go shower.”

Jake laughed and stood up. “See, you’re so sweet and then you say stuff like that.”

You stuck your head past the fridge to glare at him. “Do you want food or not?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he smiled, heading up the stairs.

Fifteen minutes later, Jake strolled into the kitchen wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a hoodie.

“God, what is that? It smells amazing.”

“Homemade beef and broccoli and fried rice,” you said, walking two plates over to the table and taking a seat. “Had to use the leftover rice from my takeout from yesterday somehow.”

“So you can cook?” he said, picking up the fork and shoveling food into his mouth. “Fuck, you can cook.”

You laughed. “Don't sound so surprised.”

“How have I never tasted your food before?”

“Well for one, you’re never around. And secondly, I haven’t been cooking lately. I’m just now starting to not feel so tired and gross all the time.”

Jake put his fork down. “But you’re feeling better?”

You nodded. “Yeah, the morning sickness is pretty much over. I’m just starting to get huge.” You tapped the growing belly under your shirt.

Jake looked down at his plate. “That’s good.” Then, “Listen, I know I’ve been gone a lot. I put my teammates' names on a sheet with their numbers over by the desk,” He glanced over at the built-in kitchen desk and you saw a notebook sheet tacked onto the corkboard. “If you ever need to reach me but can’t, check with them. I would start with Phoenix or Bob.”

“OK, thanks.”

“Do you, um, do you have anyone I should know about?”

Tilting your head, you pushed the empty plate away. “What do you mean?”

“Like an emergency contact. Your mom or dad or whoever. Lucy, maybe,” he said.

You shook your head. “Not really, no.”

“Who do you put down at the clinic?”

“You.”

“Oh,” he said, mulling that over carefully. “Kate, I have to ask. What are we doing here?”

“Eating Chinese food.”

“You know what I mean,” he said and you sighed, taking a sip of water. “What are you and I to each other?”

You shrugged. “What do you want?”

“I want to know if you’re going out and meeting random guys. You said no sex, so I’ve been waiting, but I just really don’t know where I stand with you.” Jake stood and dropped his plate into the sink, rinsing it quickly and setting it aside. “You’re hard to read. Borderline impossible.”

Standing, you crossed the kitchen to rinse your plate and Jake took it out of your hands. “I don’t want things to get messy.”

“Messy? Kate, this isn’t a very straightforward situation we’re dealing with.” He closed the dishwasher. “I think messy is just a given at this point.”

“I’m not sleeping with other guys,” you said quietly. “I haven’t met anyone since you.”

Jake stepped closer. “What do you want?” he whispered, reaching out and placing one hand on either side of your neck, his rough thumbs brushing your jaw.

“I don’t want to fuck this up,” you murmurred, staring up at him.

“Darlin’, you are not going to mess anything up. I promise.” Jake let one hand slide to the back of your neck, the other coming down to your waist. “I want you,” he whispered, his voice raspy. “I want to know you.”

He leaned down and pressed his lips to your ear.

“Do you want me?”

A small groan escaped your lips and Jake took that as a sign, suddenly his mouth was on yours, one hand protecting your lower back from the cold marble of the island. You gave in, your fingers threading through his hair, trailing down his shoulders, gripping his muscular back through the sweatshirt.

Jake tore his mouth off of you and smirked. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Shut up,” you huffed, throwing your arms around his neck and dragging him down for a kiss. You nibbled on his lower lip and pulled away, Jake’s pupils were dilated and his hands still pressed tightly against your waist. “And fuck me.”

He smiled and grabbed your hand, leading you upstairs to his room. You laid down on the bed as Jake pulled off his shirt, crawling over to you and pressing his lips to your neck. You moaned into his ear and felt him, hard, against your thigh as he pushed your legs apart.

It wasn’t until his fingers brushed your bra that you stopped and pushed him away. “Wait.”

“You OK?” he asked quietly, sitting up on his knees.

You nodded, but sat up against the headboard and pillows. “It’s just, you haven’t seen me naked since before.”

“Sweetheart,” Jake said, rubbing his palm against your knee over your leggings. “You are beautiful. And you know what makes you more beautiful? Knowing that’s my baby in there.” He reached out slowly and pressed his hand against your stomach. At almost twenty weeks, there was a definitive bump now. Jake sucked in a deep breath as his hand explored your belly. He hadn’t touched you since the night you moved in. “Wow,” he whispered and you chuckled.

Jake slowly lifted the edge of your shirt, exposing your bare stomach, before pressing both hands to your skin. As he started to rub small circles, you leaned forward and pulled him to you, kissing him square on the mouth. He climbed back above you, one arm holding himself up, as you reached down and started to pull off your leggings. Jake groaned once you wrapped your bare legs around his back, and slid one hand further up to cup your breast.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted you every single day since you moved in,” he whispered, pulling off your shirt and unclasping your bra until you were lying naked beneath him. His fingers trailed over your chest, down your stomach, reaching between your legs.

You sucked in a breath as he pushed one finger inside of you, felt his lips come down around your neck as your hands clawed at his back.

“You look so fucking sexy. Every day,” he whispered, inserting a second finger, curling them inside of you, “just walking around, temping me.”

You cried out and he pulled out his fingers, sliding down his pants and settling himself between your legs. He reached over to the dresser and you held out a hand. “Are you sleeping with anyone else?” you asked, point blank.

Jake shook his head. “No.”

“Then do we really need a condom?” You raised your eyebrows and looked down. The realization slowly dawned on Jake and he laughed.

“Guess you’re right,” he said, settling himself back over you. “Is this, um, is this comfortable?”

“You’re fine,” you whispered, putting one hand on his shoulder.

Jake smiled and leaned down, kissing you and slowly guiding himself into you. You hissed and he stopped.

“Kate?” “I’m fine, keep going.”

He nodded and pushed further until he was all the way inside of you, Jake leaned up on his forearms to look at you.

You smiled and pressed your lips to his, digging your hands into his back, encouraging him.

It was different than the one night stand sex you had experienced with him before. Then you had both been chasing a high, barely conscious of each other in the room. That was sex you were used to. A competition, a body for use. This was an entirely different beast. As Jake panted near your ear, his hands caressing over you, often gently holding your belly, you felt the shift. This was no longer the kind of sex you were experienced at. This meant something.

And that terrified you.

Jake laid down on top of the covers, still naked, and pulled you into him, your back pressed against his chest. He let his hand rest on your stomach, his face buried in your hair.

“I should go shower,” you whispered quietly and Jake’s arm tightened over you.

“Stay,” he said quietly and you nodded.

Jake pulled the blanket over you, gently moving your hair from your face and tucking it behind your head. You were thankful he was a sound sleeper, and that you were facing the wall, so he wasn’t able to see the tears that started to fall.

***

It was too late to call things off. You had the idea on Thursday morning. It was discombobulating to wake up, naked, in Jake’s bed the next day. He was gone, as you expected. No note, no text. His schedule was so irregular you weren’t sure when he was coming home.

In the kitchen, as you reached for breakfast — pre-made overnight oats — you spotted the list Jake had mentioned the night before. All of his teammates’ names and phone numbers. And before you could stop yourself, you were calling them, inviting them over to the house the next night for a surprise birthday party for Jake.

You took Friday off, driving to the store to buy groceries and then the mall to find a gift. Despite living together, you knew very little about Jake. The mall was in full swing, full of eager holiday shoppers, and you got more than one smile from a friendly older woman who spotted the baby bump before they could spot your empty ring finger. It always turned sour after that.

At home, you quickly cleaned up although Jake tended to keep a pretty clean house. You were the messy one, and you spent the better part of the early afternoon cleaning up after yourself. You had told Bob seven o’clock, and the clock was inching toward five when you went upstairs to shower and change. Three dresses lay on the bed but every time you tried one on in the mirror you grimaced. Pregnancy looked cute on lots of women, and you weren’t one of them. You were short and it only served to make you look even more squat than normal. But one benefit of pregnancy was the shiny hair, and you took careful effort to curl it so that your brown locks waved neatly down your back, putting on a coat of dark pink lipstick and finally deciding on a black long sleeved midi dress that hugged your belly tightly. The worst mistake at this stage in your pregnancy was wearing something that could make it look like you were just bloated, not actually pregnant.

By the time the door rang, you were nervous, and you wobbled over, opening it to find three aviators standing on the doorstep carrying grocery bags of liquor and gifts.

“Hi!” you said, tossing open the door and taking in their shocked faces. “I’m Kate.”

The trio — two men and a woman — were barely able to hide their surprise as they trailed through the entryway. The female, a beautiful brunette, was the first to speak.

“Hi, I’m Natasha. Or Phoenix, whatever you want to call me.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” you said, smiling. “And I’m guessing one of you is Bob.”

The man with glasses nodded and gave you a shy smile. “Nice to meet you, ma’am.”

You laughed. “Ma’am? I think I’m younger than you, sweetie, but sure, we can go with that. Come in, feel free to head into the kitchen, it's just down there.” You pointed down the long hallway where the open floor plan kitchen and living room sat. The final person you recognized, it was the mustache man from the bar.

“Rooster,” he said, sticking out a hand and you took it. “Or Bradley. I know the call signs are unusual.”

You shook your head and placed a hand on his back, steering him into the kitchen. “Don’t worry about it, Jake didn’t tell me his real name until I dragged it out of him.”

Phoenix and Bob were already diving into the charcuterie board you had laid out that took up the majority of the kitchen island. When they saw you and Rooster coming in, they looked up with sheepish grins. “Sorry, been a long training day, we skipped lunch,” Bob admitted.

“Please eat,” you said, waving a hand. “Make sure I didn’t buy all this food for nothing.”

Rooster stepped past you and pulled out two bottles of champagne from one of the paper grocery bags, and laid them down on the kitchen counter where you had set up a makeshift bar. “Wow, all of this for Hangman?”

You smiled and opened the fridge, grabbing a few beers and placing them on the counter next to Phoenix and Bob. “Well, it’s a surprise, so let’s see if he likes it or not.”

The doorbell rang and you moved to get it, but Rooster held out a hand and patted your arm. “I got it, don’t worry.” You went back to setting up the rest of the bar, filling the large beer bucket with ice.

“Can I help you with that?” Bob appeared behind you, motioning to the large bag of ice that sat on the ground.

“Actually that would be great,” you said. “I probably shouldn’t lift it.”

He shook his head. “No problem.”

Phoenix opened her beer and leaned against the counter as you turned away, more voices coming down the hallway. Rooster stopped at the archway to the kitchen, a pack of men following on his heels. “Guys, this is Kate. Hangman’s…”

He trailed off and you stepped forward. “Roommate,” you filled in the gap. “Nice to meet you guys. Do you want a drink?”

They clamored forward, each one’s eyes roaming over your stomach as you took drink orders.

For the next hour, you mixed drinks and laughed with Jake’s friends. Once they got over the sticker shock of realizing you were pregnant, it was easy. No one asked about the specifics of your relationship, not even asking if it was Jake’s baby, sticking instead with the fact that you had addressed yourself as his roommate.

Close to eight, you heard the rumble of Jake’s truck pulling into the driveway.

“He’s here!” you shouted and everyone hopped off their stools and chairs, crowding around the front door. You stood off to one side and shut off the lights, waiting for Jake’s key to slide into the door.

He pushed it open and you flicked on the lights, everyone popping out from behind the arches of the adjoining den and formal dining room. “SURPRISE!”

Jake dropped his gym bag, looking around with a wide smile, mouth open. His gaze locked on you and he stepped forward, grabbing you and pulling you into a hug. The noisy cheers grinded to a stop as Jake pulled back.

“You did this?” he whispered.

You smiled. “A guy only turns thirty three once.”

“Thirty three, you old bastard,” Rooster said, clapping Jake on the shoulder and everyone rushed toward him at once as he made his way into the kitchen. You let the group pass, picking up Jake’s bag and setting it carefully on the staircase landing to get it out of the way.

Phoenix lingered behind, a beer bottle gripped between her fingers. “Roomate, huh?” she said, smirking. “Gotta say, not one of my roommates would do something like this for me.”

You chuckled and straightened up, a pain shooting down your spine and you pushed a hand into your lower back. “It’s complicated.”

She eyed your stomach. “I’ll say. Jake never mentioned a girlfriend. Or a roommate for that matter.”

“It’s new,” you said, starting down the hall. Phoenix followed. “I’m not really into labels.”

Phoenix looked over at Jake, who was laughing near the kitchen island, a drink already in his hand. “I’ve never known Hangman to have anything long term.”

You shook your head. “It’s a first for me, too.”

She looked you up and down. “Why’d you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Throw this party for him, with all of his friends you don’t know.”

“He needs people,” you said. “He’s a people person. I might be a recluse, but that’s not him. And he likes you guys, whether or not he tells you. Probably not, knowing him. I just thought it would be nice.”

She placed one hand on your arm. “It is nice. I’m sorry, I’m talking your head off. It’s just, I’ve never seen Bagman like this. It’s weird watching someone at home, in their element.”

You nodded. “I get that.” Then, “Hey, would you mind helping me with the cake? I don’t think I can carry it by myself.”

“Of course,” she said, putting down her beer and following you into the dining room. You had ordered a bakery cake the previous day. Poking three candles in, you pulled a lighter out of a nearby bowl and lit them.

Phoenix caught Rooster’s eye and motioned toward the cake and he rushed to the far wall, flicking off the lights. You and Phoenix hoisted up the cake carefully, Phoenix walking backwards into the kitchen.

“Happy Birthday,” you two started to sing in unison, and all of the sudden the whole room was singing together.

“Happy Birthday dear Jake,” you cooed, setting the cake down in front of him at the kitchen island. “Happy Birthday to you.”

Jake smiled and set his cup down, leaning forward and blowing out the three candles with a giant huff. Everyone erupted in clapping and Rooster flicked the lights back on and Jake stood up. “Thanks, guys.”

“Don’t thank us,” Phoenix said, walking past him and clapping him on the back. “Thank Kate. She’s the mastermind.”

You beamed and caught Jake’s eye and he grinned back. Collecting a stack of plates, you turned back to where Jake was with the cake and Bob rushed forward to grab them out of your hands. “Here, let me,” he said gently and you smiled, handing him the stack.

“Aw, thank you sweetheart.” He blushed and ducked his head, walking the plates over to where Jake was cutting the cake.

The rest of the night passed with a blur. All of the alcohol you had bought, plus what the squad brought, was consumed, as well as all of the food you had made: charcuterie, Spanish tapas, multiple homemade dips, flatbreads and a variety of desserts including brownies, cookies and the birthday cake.

One by one, the team started to filter out until it was just you, Phoenix, Jake, Rooster and Bob. Phoenix, Rooster and Jake were hammered, sitting out on the back porch drinking the last beers left in the cooler while Bob was helping you load the dishwasher.

“Great party,” he said quietly, scrubbing hardened frosting from a blue Churchill plate.

“Thank you,” you said, breezing behind him to place a piece of wrapped cheese in the fridge. “I hope Jake had a nice time.”

“Hangman? I’ve never seen him look so happy.”

You smiled, leaning against the counter and peering out the window to where the trio were sitting outside. “Good.”

“It’s been a really nice distraction,” Bob continued.

“Distraction from what?”

“Oh, uh, did Hangman not tell you?”

“Tell me what?” you asked again.

Bob looked flustered. “We’re leaving on Monday for another mission.”

You sucked in a breath. “How long?”

He shrugged. “We’re not sure. Orders were to prepare for up to eight weeks.” He saw your face drop. “I’m sorry, I thought you knew.”

You waved a hand in front of your face. “Oh, it’s fine. I’m sure he would have told me eventually.”

“Yeah,” Bob said, turning back to the sink. “I’m sure he was just waiting to find the right time.”

Finally, the sliding door opened and the trio came back inside, Jake stumbling a little. Bob wiped his hands on a dish towel.

“That’s our cue,” he said. “Come on guys, let’s let them relax.”

“Happy Birthday bud,” Rooster said, tapping Jake’s shoulder as he walked down the hall. Bob trailed after with the car keys, Phoenix shooting you both a knowing look with a wide grin.

“Goodnight,” they chorused and you smiled, closing the door gently behind them. Jake snuck up behind you, his hands on your waist, pressing up close against your back and you felt his warm breath on your neck as he started to kiss you beneath your ear.

“Never has anybody outside of my family thrown me a birthday party before,” he whispered, his hands coming around to touch your belly. “Why are you so good to me?”

You pulled away and started for the kitchen, Jake following on your heels.

As you reached down to finish putting away the dishes that Bob had started, you heard Jake sigh. “OK, darlin’ what is it? Did someone say something to you?”

“Yes,” you said, swiveling around. “But it’s more you not saying things.”

He grimaced and held a hand up to his head. “Baby I am drunk. Can you just tell me what you’re thinking instead of giving me riddles?”

“You’re leaving on a mission in three days that I had absolutely no idea about!” Jake’s face fell. “And maybe you feel like you don’t owe me an explanation or an itinerary. But after the other night? After this?” You reached down and cradled your belly. “You’re seriously going to leave for two months without saying anything?”

“Darlin’,” he started and you held up a hand.

“Jake, please.”

“OK, Kate,” he rephrased. “I didn’t tell you because I was doing everything in my power to get out of it. Or at least get things cut short and have a sub go in.” He crossed the kitchen to stand next to you. “You think I want to be gone for two months? You think I want to miss all of the important stuff that’s going to happen? No way.”

“So are you going?” you whispered.

Jake nodded. “Yeah, I am.” He reached out and took your hands in his. “But I promise you, I am coming back. As soon as I can. I am doing everything to make sure I’m here for you.”

The next morning, you woke up in your own bed.

Jake was in the kitchen when you came downstairs, dressed for your appointment. He was wearing jeans and a sweater, drinking a cup of coffee. The kitchen, which you had left slightly chaotic the night before, was clean.

“Hey,” you said, sitting down on a bar stool. He scooted a glass of water over.

“Hey there.”

There was an awkward silence as you two danced around the conversation that had never been finished. What were you to each other? Where did you stand?

You downed the full cup of water. “We should probably get going. The appointment is in half an hour.”

Jake nodded and grabbed his car keys from the table, guiding you out the door. “After you.”

At the clinic, you were sat in the waiting room. Jake looked around at all of the other women in different stages of pregnancy, bouncing his leg erratically. You placed a hand on his thigh and gave him a look and he stopped.

“Kate?” A friendly nurse stood in the doorway. In the appointment room, you changed and laid down on the table, and Jake took a seat in a chair next to the wall.

The nurse exited the room after taking your vitals, and the air that clung to the two of you was thick with tension. You gripped the sides of the table so hard you heard the waxy white paper rip.

“Are you OK?”

You shook your head. “No. What if something’s wrong?”

Jake stood up and grabbed your hand. “There is no point in worrying when we’re about to see that everything is alright in just a few minutes.”

You laid your head back, a small tear edging its way out of the corner. “I can’t do this. I can’t raise a baby alone if there are complications.”

“Who said you’d be alone?”

“Face it, Jake. We barely know each other. We can play house all we want, but at the end of the day, who are you? What do we mean to each other? Do you really want to be having a baby with a woman who you barely know?”

He opened his mouth to respond just as the doctor knocked on the door.

“Hello? I’m Dr. Rubenstein,” she said, cracking the door open. “May I come in?”

“Yes, doctor,” you breathed. “Nice to see you.”

She nodded and pulled a rolling stool over, settling down on it. “Nice to see you again, Kate. And I’m guessing this is dad?”

Jake reached out a hand. “Jake Seresin.”

“Nice to meet you Jake,” she said, pulling the ultrasound machine closer. “Now I’m going to do both transvaginal and abdominal ultrasounds today. Can you put your feet into the stirrups and scoot down please?”

The wand was cold and you grimaced, Jake’s hand resting on your shoulder. She moved over to the abdominal scan, squeezing cold jelly across your skin.

“Do you want to know the gender?” she asked and you looked up at Jake. His eyes were fixed on the monitor.

“Jake?”

“Up to you, sweetheart,” he said and you nodded.

“Yeah, we’d like to know.”

The doctor smiled. “It’s a girl.”

You smiled instinctively and felt Jake suck in a breath.

Dr. Rubenstein smiled and moved the ultrasound. “There’s a lot of things that we look for at this twenty-week mark, so I’m going to take some images and then let you get cleaned up, and the two of you can meet me in my office down the hall and we can walk through things together. Sound good?”

You nodded and the room was quiet as she continued to take ultrasound photos. Finally, she lifted the wand.

“Alright, we are all set. Take your time, it’s the third door on your left.”

“Thank you,” you murmured, taking the tissue she handed you to wipe off the gel. The door shut and you looked over to see Jake sitting in the chair, his head in his hands. “Jake?” you asked, sitting up. “Hey, are you OK?”

He raised his head from his hands and you saw that his eyes were shiny. Glistening. “A daughter,” he whispered.

You pushed yourself up off the table, padding over to him and putting your hands on his shoulder. “It’s OK to be scared.”

“I’m not scared,” he said. “I’m so fucking excited.”

That made you smile, and before you knew it, Jake was reaching out, holding your belly.

“Hey little girl,” he whispered and without realizing it, your hand was in his hair. “I can’t wait to meet you.”

Jake looked up at you, his hands still on your stomach. “What you said before, about me not wanting to have a baby with someone I don’t know. That’s not the case. I know you, Kate. I might not know everything about you. But I know that you’re kind and you’re sweet and thoughtful and I am going to try my hardest to do everything I can to provide for my two girls. Please, I’m begging you. Let me in. Don’t leave and take her with you.”

You pressed your hands into his shoulders. “You’re her dad. You will always be her dad.”

***

Back at the house, you tacked the ultrasound up to the fridge immediately. You left Jake in the kitchen, going upstairs to change. When you got back downstairs, Jake was still standing in front of the fridge, staring at the image.

“Are you just going to stand there all day?”

He shook his head, finally dropping his gaze. “I should start packing.”

“So you’re going.”

Jake sighed. “Please, Kate, don’t make this harder than it has to be. I have to go.” He stepped forward and placed his hands on your neck, forcing you to look up at him. “I promise I’m going to do everything I can to get back here to my girls, as fast as I can.”

He leaned down and pressed his lips softly to yours, burying one hand into your hair and cradling your head.

When he pulled away, you saw a small tear and you reached up a hand to brush it away.

“Just don’t change your mind while I’m gone,” he said softly. “I like you, Kate. Everything you did for my birthday, you’re amazing.”

“Did you have a nice birthday?” you asked quietly and Jake chuckled, pulling you closer and dropping one hand to your belly.

“Darlin’, seeing her today on that screen — best birthday present I’ve ever gotten.”

A/N: Guys I have been tearing through writing this, but chapter 4 probably won't come until end of the weekend just a warning!

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ezraspiderwick · 2 years ago

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Love At First Swipe

A first date with Javi which includes getting frozen yogurt and going to the arcade

Pairing: Javi G x F!Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Rating: Teen

Warnings: online dating, first date which includes froyo and going to an arcade, mention of Reader using glasses and being bi, Reader has a favorite froyo flavor

A/N: This is loosely based on the date I went on Sunday, thanks to @littlemisspascal for letting me talk her ear offs about the date and the guy I’m dating and for choosing the Pedro boy for this fic, Javi ended up being perfect!

MASTERLIST

Swiping left is a reflex at this point. See the picture for half a second, maybe glance at the name, see if there’s a bio, and move on.

A guy with just his height in the bio?

Left.

A girl that doesn’t have her face in any of the pictures?

Left.

A guy explicitly looking for skinny girls?

Left. Left. Left.

Maybe opening a profile on a dating app had been a mistake, but then again there wasn’t much opportunity for you to meet someone in your daily life at the moment. Still, there must be a better alternative than lying on your bed judging if someone could be a potential partner by just a few photos.

Just one more profile. One more and I’m done.

A face framed by dark curls smiles at you through the screen and your heart leaps.

Javi

3 kilometers away

With each photo you see, your heart beats faster and faster out of pure excitement. Him swimming in a pool. Him standing next to a really strange Nick Cage statue. Him looking at a sunset on the beach.

You wonder what it would be like to be sitting there with him, to feel the evening breeze against your face as the sky changes colors. Maybe one day.

When you notice this Javi has an actual bio the grin that has appeared on your face grows into a full-fledged smile. It’s not just an emoji, not just three words or a number but a proper bio describing in detail who he is and what he likes, emphasizing more than anything his love of movies.

You swipe right.

Standing outside the froyo shop you glance from left to right trying to spot Javi in the moving crowd but all the faces seem to blend into each other. Perhaps leaving your glasses at home wasn’t the smartest of decisions. While you squint trying to transform the blobs of color into actual things, someone stands next to you and says your name making you jump.

Your balance is gone and the floor is quickly approaching until a hand wraps around your arm and steadies you. You look up to find Javi staring at you with the biggest puppy eyes combined with guilt. “I’m truly sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Once you regain balance he lets go of you and hands you a small bouquet of flowers. “I’m Javi.”

“Hi.” His brown eyes are more captivating in person than in the pictures, his smile is brighter and his hair is somehow curlier and fluffier. You have to force your eyes away from his face in order to take the flowers. “Thank you.”

“Of course, my assistant Gabriela said they might be too much, but flowers always seem to work in the movies." When you don’t answer, still taking in how beautiful he is, and the fact that he brought flowers, his smile turns into a frown. “Was it too much?”

“No,” you quickly assure him and his smile makes a reappearance. “It’s perfect, thank you.” At that moment you notice some people have stopped to look at the show you’re offering and Javi sees this too.

“Shall we go inside?” He asks motioning to the building.

There’s no wasting time in looking through the flavors the froyo shop offers, you already know what you’ll get. The combination you have picked every single time since you were ten: blackberry, blueberry, and strawberry. When the selection is done you join Javi at the toppings station to see he has chosen a single flavor, chocolate which he accompanied with a couple of cookies. The moment he sees your choice he smiles.

“I’m guessing you’re putting some more berries on that.” You nod and he helps you put the fruit on top of the frozen yogurt. “There you go berry.” The nickname is said teasingly, but it makes butterflies appear on your stomach nonetheless.

Javi insists on paying for the food, arguing that that’s the least he can do after scaring you outside, and seeing he won’t back down from the offer you let him. Finding a comfortable-looking couch you sit down and turn to each other. “So what are your top three favorite movies?” Just as you were expecting his eyes light up at the question.

“That’s an excellent question Berry,” he smiles and launches himself into an hour-long rant about movies and why he loves Paddington 2 and Nick Cage, but he makes sure to take pauses when talking to ask for your opinion, and for your favorite movies.

When the frozen yogurt is finished you feel like you know more about him than some of the people that have been in your life for literal years, and you only know what his favorite movies are and his opinion on yours. Throughout all your years of dating, there has never been someone who catches your attention quite this much.

When you go out of the shop neither of you is ready to say goodbye so you just walk next to each other until Javi spots an arcade across the street and excitedly points at it. “We need to go there, I bet they have a dancing machine.”

“And you think you can beat me?” You smirk. His eyes linger on yours as he smiles too, both of you excited at the idea of a little friendly competition.

“Let's find out.” He offers you his hand and pulls you across the street towards the arcade half-walking half-jogging to get there quicker. Once inside you buy a magnetic card and walk around seeing what games they have.

There are two Mario Kart machines near the entrance and without consulting with each other you both sit at the same time and start a race. Which you win. And then one race turns into two and then into three with the same results every single time. But you gotta give it to Javi, he’s a good loser, he even hands you a fake trophy. “For Berry, the best Mario Kart racer in the entire world.”

You produce your own imaginary trophy. “For Javi, the second-best Mario Kart racer in the entire world.”

There’s a tie in air hockey, two to two. He beats you by very little in an adventure shooting one. And another tie happens in a basketball one. And then you get to the Dance Dance Revolution machine. After Javi slides the card twice so you can both can play he turns to you with the sweetest smile. “Will you dance with me?”

“Yes.”

The first song, which is in easy mode, serves as a warm-up letting you adjust to the game and to stepping on the arrows on the floor. You suggest upping the second song to ‘difficult’ but this proves to be a mistake as the arrows fly through the screen faster than your legs can move, and you have to hold onto the railing on your back to avoid tripping over yourself and falling. One quick glance at Javi shows you he’s having the same problem, his lips are pursed together and his brow furrowed in concentration as he tries to keep up with the game.

By the time the song ends both of you are panting and covered in sweat, Javi gets a score just slightly higher than yours and he hops off the machine before you can ask for a rematch. “I’m going to get us some water.” He states once his breathing has become more or less normal and leaves just to come back running a couple of seconds later.

“Berry! Berry! Come.” He takes your hand and drags you around the corner to a couple of claw machines. “Pick one of them and I’ll get it for you.”

“Any of them?” He nods solemnly. “Okay, how about that Grogu?” You point to a Grogu plushie in the center of the machine, a green cute ball with pointy ears and big eyes.

“Consider it done.”

Against all odds he maneuvers the claw to the center, lowers it, and picks Grogu causing a squeal on your part which distracts him making him drop the plushie, he looks at you and laughs while shaking his head. “Sorry.”

He tries again and this time you contain your excitement until the plushie is right on top of the hole and he drops it in it. Taking it out of the machine he gives it to you and you bounce up and down with excitement and plant a kiss on his cheek, making him freeze for a second before a smile settles on his face.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

Later that day you’re sitting on your bed with the flowers and the plushie in front of you. You can still feel Javi’s lips against yours as you said goodbye, and promised to text each other soon. But how soon? Should you text him something today? Perhaps tomorrow morning? You don’t have to keep wondering for long because your phone lights up showing a message has arrived.

Movie night tomorrow?

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Youtuber Nanami

We’ve never seen Hanse and Nanami in the same room before...I’m just saying, the chances of them being the same person are higher than 0...gender neutral reader and no content warnings for this :) 11.8k words

(s/n) = nanami’s screen name

Nanami Kento wasn’t what usually came to mind when one thought of Youtubers. He was a salaryman, wearing pristine suits and going to work at ungodly hours. He had a stern face and rarely spoke about himself unless asked, preferring to keep most conversations short and to the point.

But Nanami didn’t think of himself as a Youtuber. He liked to refer to himself as a home cook who just happened to make videos and post them to Youtube. He had amassed a good two million followers and he didn’t show his face or hands, not even speaking as he cooked.

All Nanami dreamed about when he was at work was coming home and filming his next project. As an avid foodie, he was constantly thinking up new recipes to make. At first, filming himself had been a way of documenting his skills and keeping track of recipes without having to write them down, but as time went on people seemed to become enthralled with him.

“It finally came.” Collecting the mail on an early Saturday, Nanami’s smile was hard to contain as he grabbed the box that was waiting for him. He’d put in an order almost a month ago for this item and as he speed walked back to his apartment, his heart thumped with joy at getting to use it.

“It’s beautiful.” Holding up the cat bread mold, Nanami was itching to get to his kitchen and put it to use. Grabbing his camera, he began to prep his filming space. He was lucky to have such a large east facing window that his dining table could sit in front of and get the perfect light for his videos.

Making sure everything was perfectly positioned, Nanami pressed record and started to add ingredients into his mixing bowl. It was perfectly silent in his apartment, the most ideal environment to film in. Nanami didn’t add any background music to his videos, preferring to let the natural acoustics of his actions shine through.

Waiting for the dough to proof, Nanami flicked through some comments on his Youtube videos. He didn’t really care about what people had to say about his content, he only did this for himself, but sometimes it was nice to see what other like-minded individuals had to say. And he’d be lying if he said the comments about how aesthetic his videos were didn’t make his ego swell a bit.

When the bread was done and popped out of the mold in a perfect cat head shape, Nanami had to bite his lip to stifle a pleased sigh as he turned the camera off. He’d made it a point not to reveal his identity, refusing to let even his whole hand be in a shot and he wasn’t about to let it slip now with a hint of his voice.

“Kento you’ve really outdone yourself.” Biting into a slice of toasted bread with strawberry jam, Nanami smiled fondly at his creation. There wasn’t anything that could ruin this moment for him, not even the sudden knock on his front door.

It was a good thing Nanami was so good at setting up and taking down his cameras and lights, he didn’t want to explain to whoever was on the other side what exactly he did in his free time.

“(Y/N), hello.” As soon as Nanami opened the door and saw you, his next door neighbor, a light blush painted his cheeks. You’d moved in about six months ago into the corner unit next to his and Nanami had been smitten ever since.

“Hi Nanami.” You seemed equally as bashful, waving with a few fingers before tucking your hands behind your back. Meeting his eye for a moment, you let out a nervous giggle. “I was wondering if you’d gotten any mail addressed to me? I was supposed to get a letter from my grandma but I think the mailman might have given it to you instead.”

“Let me check.” Nanami had been so preoccupied with his bread mold that he didn’t bother to check the other mail he’d gotten. Taking a step away from the door, he was about to go further into his apartment but stuttered to a stop. “Would you like to come in?”

“Sure.” Slowly stepping in and shutting the door, you rocked back and forth on your heels. Nanami was glad you couldn’t look him in the eye otherwise you would have seen the blooming blush going across his cheeks.

He’d wanted to invite you in for a cup of tea and a slice of cake when you first moved in but he wasn’t able to gather the courage and by the time he finally felt ready nearly four months had passed.

“I actually do have it, (Y/N).” Coming back into the lounge room with the letter in hand, he quickly spotted you standing by the dining table looking at the bread he made in awe.

“Oops, sorry Nanami, I didn’t mean to be nosy!” Shuffling back, you took one last look at the bread before turning away. “I just saw the cat shape and got curious!” Taking the letter from him, you looked like you wanted to say something more, but held your tongue. “Well, I’ll be go-”

“Would you like to have a piece?” Nanami blurted out, holding out a hand to stop you from walking away.

“Really, you’d let me have some?”

“Sit down, I’ll pour you some tea.” Pulling out a chair for you, Nanami disappeared into his kitchen and gripped the countertops tightly. A sense of accomplishment washed over him that nearly beat out the bread; he was finally getting to have tea with you.

“Nanami, this is amazing!” Taking a bite out of the jam covered bread, your brows rose high on your face. “You really made this?”

“Mhmm. I got the mold this morning.” Taking a sip of his own tea, Nanami had to fight the smile on his face from becoming too big at seeing you enjoy his creation. He never usually shared with other people, either eating it all himself or giving it to the elderly ladies down the hall that didn’t know how to use the internet.

“Do you bake all the time?” Scooting to the edge of your seat, you almost looked like a child with a hopeful gleam in your eyes.

“I do, I quite enjoy it.”

The conversation began to revolve around food that Nanami had made, his favorites and yours, and then to just general cooking. It felt good to talk about this side of his life with someone, especially you, and the both of you quickly lost track of time.

“I should get going, Nanami, I feel like I’ve taken up enough of your time.” An hour later, you were standing up from your seat. The bread had quickly dwindled as the conversation wore on and there were only a few slices left.

“I enjoyed our talk.” Letting a full smile grace his face now, Nanami walked you to the door. Bidding you a final farewell, as soon as the door closed Nanami leaned against it, pressing his forehead into the wood and letting out a deep sigh. “You did it, Kento.”

Patting himself on the back for several days, Nanami looked forward to the next time he could see you. You’d let slip that you really liked cookies, so the only thing on Nanami’s mind was getting the perfect cookie recipe and making a batch for you.

Over the course of the next week, Nanami made a new cookie every single day. He knew what flavors you liked but he also wanted to try and give you something new, impress you with his skills and see that pleased look come over your face once again.

He also filmed himself making the cookies as well, making sure the videos were the most aesthetic they could be. He didn’t know if you watched his videos and even if you did he wouldn’t want to know, but on the off chance you saw them, Nanami wanted you to love it.

Finding the perfect recipe after a lot of back and forth with himself, Nanami was ready to share a plate of cookies with you. Sliding out into the hall with the plate tightly clutched to his chest, he turned to your apartment.

Nanami was happy you lived in the corner unit, it felt like he got you all to himself despite only having one proper conversation with you. There weren’t other neighbors trying to steal your attention away; it was perfect.

Right as Nanami knocked on the door, a sharp scream came from inside your apartment and he nearly dropped the plate in shock.

“(Y/N)?! Are you okay?” Knocking loudly, Nanami’s body spiked with adrenaline. There was silence on the other end, making him consider picking the lock or calling the building manager.

“N-nanami?” Your voice and body trembled as you opened the door. Quickly giving you a once over, Nanami was relieved to see no physical injuries on you.

“What’s wrong? Why’d you scream?” Eager to get the answer from you, Nanami leaned closer. Squirming a bit, you took a step back and opened the door for him to enter.

“Promise not to laugh, okay?” There was a slight pout in your lips as you spoke and Nanami almost cooed at you.

“I promise.”

“A spider came down from the ceiling and scared me.” Panning over to your lounge room, Nanami couldn’t see any spider. The only things he saw were your furniture and a PC setup off to one side.

“Where is it?” Following you to the desk, Nanami quirked a brow at how impressive the equipment looked. There were two monitors, an expensive looking microphone and a ring light that looked like one he owned.

“Right there!” Grabbing his arm, you flung yourself behind him and pointed at your desk. Right in the middle was a large spider, scurrying back and forth. Balancing the plate in one hand, he fished a handkerchief out of his pocket and quickly squished the bug.

“I got it for you.” Folding the cloth back up, Nanami let himself exhale. Having you cling to him had almost stopped him from being able to do anything and he needed all the focus he could get if he wanted to help you.

“You didn’t have to use that, I would have grabbed you a paper towel!”

“It’s alright, it probably would have gotten away if we had waited.”

“Wait!” Grabbing onto the handkerchief before Nanami could tuck it back into his pocket, you gave it a gentle tug. “Let me clean it for you at least.” Nodding, Nanami let it go with no resistance.

Trying not to be nosy, he didn’t dwell too long at your computer, opting instead to follow you to your kitchen. He was pretty sure he saw the title to one of his videos on an open tab and it filled his chest with a flutter.

“What’s on the plate, Nanami?” Your question broke him from his short daydream of talking about his videos with you.

“Huh?” Nanami completely forgot about the plate in his hands, having gotten wrapped up in his own thoughts. Feeling the weight of the plate come back into his consciousness, Nanami cleared his throat. “Oh I uh, I made some cookies for you.”

“You did?” Dropping his handkerchief into the sink, you fully turned to him. Leaning close to the plate, you let out a small hum. “What kind are they?”

“I tried a new recipe out, they’re choux au craquelin with salted caramel cream.” Watching you process the name in your head made Nanami grin. You probably had no idea what he had just said, evident as the dumb nod you gave him.

“Do they go well with tea?”

As Nanami sat at your kitchen table waiting for you to return with some tea, he couldn’t help but look over your whole apartment. It was a simple one bedroom like he had and your furniture suited what Nanami assumed was your taste nicely.

“I almost don’t want to eat one, they look too nice!” Back with some tea, you turned one of the cookies over in your hand.

“If you don’t eat them they’ll go bad.” Nanami teased lightly, taking a bite of one for himself. You let out a little peep and nodded quickly, taking a generous bite of the dessert.

“Nanami.” Gripping the edge of the table, your eyes were blown wide. “This is amazing, I love it!” Whenever Nanami got a compliment, usually from Gojo, he brushed it off and thought nothing of it. But to hear you say that you loved what he made and to see the smile on your face as you take another bite - it made Nanami’s brain overflow with dopamine, a fuzzy feeling tingling the tips of his fingers and warming his chest.

“You really do?” He unintentionally whispers, having to close his eyes lest he stare hearts right through you.

“Mhmm!” Taking a sip of your tea, you giggle a little to yourself. “I feel pretty special too, you made this whole plate just for me.”

You’re special to me, that’s why, Nanami thought in his head, biting the tip of his tongue hard to keep from blurting it out. Looking over at your computer setup once more, Nanami decided to comment on that instead of feeding the blush going up the back of his neck.

“You have a pretty nice setup there, (Y/N). Do you make Youtube videos or something?” Leaning back in his chair, Nanami forced his body to relax and his stomach to loosen up. Now it was your turn to be embarrassed, a sudden shy demeanor washing over you.

“I’m just trying it out, I wanted to see what streaming and stuff was like.”

“Really?” Nanami had to choose his next words wisely, not wanting to seem too excited. “What’s the name of your channel, I’ll follow you.”

“You will?” There was a hopeful lilt to your voice, yet your body language was still hesitant. “I don’t know, I might get too embarrassed knowing you’ll be watching me.” It was Nanami’s turn to join you in being shy. He made a noise in the back of his throat, quickly taking a sip of his tea to cover it up.

“D-don’t be. I want to support you, that’s what neighbors do.” Pulling his phone out of his pocket, Nanami slid it over to you. “Go ahead and pull up your channel, I’ll subscribe right now.”

As Nanami left your apartment, fifteen minutes later and with an empty plate tucked under his arm, he was thoroughly surprised to know you wanted to start a Youtube channel. He wanted to help you, give you some tips and ways to make the algorithm like you, but he wasn’t ready to give away his secret just yet.

Sitting at his desk that night with his laptop in front of him, Nanami pulled up your channel. Seeing your first video, aptly titled ‘introduction’, he clicked.

“Hi everyone watching.” You sounded and looked so timid sitting at your desk, wringing your hands in front of you and smoothing them out on the wood as soon as you realized what you were doing. “My name is (Y/N) and this is my channel.”

“Hi (Y/N).” Nanami answered back, snorting at his own silliness.

“I’m going to be posting videos of my life, like vlogs and stuff, but also fun cooking videos! I really admire so many people on Youtube that can cook, I want to try and recreate their recipes! I especially like this one, it’s my favorite channel.” A few different Youtube channels popped up on screen and right in the middle and the one you gestured to was Nanamis.

He didn’t hear the rest of the video where you talked about potential upload schedules and other facts about yourself. He didn’t even hear you say goodbye or notice that the screen had faded to black. All Nanami could think about was the fact that his channel was your favorite.

Watching the other few videos you’d posted, a couple short ones of you running errands or showing off some clothes, Nanami vowed to watch every single one of your videos. Despite being pretty active on Youtube, Nanami didn’t watch a lot of videos himself, but your channel was at the top of his list.

For the next month Nanami waited for you to post a cooking video and while he waited he put out a few videos with easier steps, things you could follow along with even if you had little to no cooking skills.

A ping on his phone on a Saturday night had him walking briskly to his computer. You finally posted a video of yourself cooking one of his recipes, a dish he had made for Itadori’s birthday: a strawberry crepe cake.

“Hi, welcome to my kitchen!” Nanami was immediately smitten within the first few seconds of the video. The apron you had on was cute and tied around your waist with a bow and there was a large container of strawberries just waiting to be used.

As the video went on, Nanami openly chuckled at the mistakes you made from being so nervous in front of the camera, like dropping the egg shells into the bowl and dumping too much flour in right after.

“I’m so nervous to flip the crepe over!” The camera was over your stove now where a crepe was slowly beginning to burn in the pan the longer you waited.

“Don’t be scared, you can do it.” Nanami whispered to the screen, biting his lip as you attempted to flip it over. Managing to do it right on the first try, you let out a loud yelp of victory.

“Oops, I better be quiet! It’s like 2am right now and my neighbor is sleeping!” Upon your admittance, Nanami suddenly remembers hearing a small shout late at night a few days ago that had woken him up for just a moment. “He actually said he’d watch all my videos, so sorry if I woke you up!” Crossing your fingers in front of the camera, you went back to talking about the cooking.

Nanami felt special that you mentioned him in a video and now he wished he was awake to try your cake. You put way more strawberries than he did on it, and your whipped cream application was a lot messier and spilled down the sides but that only made him want to try it more.

“Okay, I’m all done! Let’s put a picture side by side and see how I did.” Holding up a photo of Nanami’s cake, you whined a little at seeing such stark differences. “Well mine isn’t perfectly aesthetic, but I bet it’ll still taste good!”

Was it rational to be annoyed with himself for not being awake at 2am on a Wednesday night to eat a strawberry crepe cake with you? No it wasn’t, but Nanami still felt it. He would have to tell you to cook at a more reasonable time the next opportunity he got to talk to you so he could try your food.

Deciding to do just that, Nanami grabbed his phone and called you. He managed to give you his number after subscribing to your Youtube channel, stating that if you ever needed help cooking you could ask him.

“Hello?” He could almost hear you on the other side of the wall.

“(Y/N), it’s Nanami Kento. From next door.” How many other Nanami Kento’s could you possibly know? Not a lot, he was hoping. You laughed on the other end and he could definitely hear it through the wall.

“Hi neighbor. What’s up?”

“I watched your Youtube video.”

“Y-you saw it?!” You made a noise in the back of your throat and a soft whine followed. “God I feel so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be, I told you I’d watch your videos and support you.”

“I know, I just- you didn’t have to call me and say it.”

“I don’t like texting.” Nanami smirked, he could just imagine your face right now hidden under your palm.

“Well, what did you think of it?”

“I liked it, you did really well on the cake. But I do have one complaint.”

“What is it?” You gasped loudly, nearly dropping the phone as you wondered what he could possibly have to say.

“I just wish you’d made it when I was awake, I would have loved to try it.” There was a long pause between you and Nanami could hear you flop onto your couch.

“Really? You would try it?” Nanami let out a short hum of approval. “Let me get some more strawberries then.” He could hear the smile in your voice and it made his own lips tug upward.

Ending the call shortly after, Nanami thought about your conversation while he was filming his own video. Gojo had given him a box of fresh peaches as a gift from his recent vacation and Nanami had his heart set on making a peach tart.

Replaying the conversation with you over and over in his head, Nanami wasn’t as careful as he usually was about concealing his identity. He couldn’t find it in him to put on gloves to cover his hands when all he was really thinking about was having cake with you from a recipe he had made himself.

When he was editing, he almost threw out the whole video. There were many segments where his hands were on full display and one where part of his arm poked into the frame as well. But the rest of the video was too perfect to completely toss out and unable to cut out the scenes of his hands, Nanami posted it anyway with a dying hope that his viewers wouldn’t make a big deal out of it.

Waking up the day after posting the video however, Nanami was sorely mistaken. He was used to videos going viral and trending for several days, some even getting articles written about them. But going viral for his hands wasn’t something Nanami thought was possible.

The video alone had gotten upwards of 5 million views in just a day and was still steadily climbing. Despite going on all his social media accounts and muting every single word that could possibly have anything to do with him, Nanami still ended up seeing videos and pictures of his own hands on Twitter, with an article about him breaking the internet as well.

And one of the videos he saw had your face in it. Captioned ‘tiktokers reacting to hand reveal’, he felt the need to click on it. What did you think of him?

“So I’ve seen the headlines but I saved my reaction so I could get it on camera.” You spoke hurriedly, wrapped up in a hoodie and blanket as you sat down on the couch, the camera on a tripod across from you. “Time to see the video.”

Nanami waited with bated breath as he watched you watch his video. There were some obvious cuts in the video from where you skipped forward, and right as his hands came on screen your jaw dropped.

“I- I uh-” You were clearly very flustered, slapping a hand over your face and turning away from the screen. “Why is my face burning over some hands?” Laughing in disbelief, you watched the rest of the video and let out a girlish squeal before cutting it off.

Nanami wasn’t proud to admit that he watched your reaction more than a few times, finding an odd sense of pride take shape inside him. You didn’t even know it was him behind the camera yet he was able to leave such a profound impression on you.

With a new and growing fanbase eating up every single thing he posted now, Nanami found it hard to live in anonymity like he used to. Gone were the days of quietly replying or liking comments on his Youtube channel, he now had thousands of comments on all platforms asking to see more of his hands or for him to possibly speak in his next video.

He was eager to know what your opinion on him was now, what you thought of his online persona. You were still making videos of his cooking, your channel having gotten a boost in subscribers from your reaction video, and you sometimes mentioned his channel name.

On a quiet Saturday at half past noon, Nanami found himself lounging lazily on his sofa with his hair still undone and coffee stains on his sweats. It was uncharacteristic for him to be so lax so late into the day but it was also uncharacteristic of him to stay up past 1am watching the silly little livestream you were doing in your kitchen with muffled giggles he could hear coming through the wall.

Staring at the ceiling and drifting in and out of sleep as the TV filled the silence in the room, Nanami almost missed the subtle vibration of his phone against the coffee table if there hadn’t been a lull in the TV.

(Y/N): hey neighbor are you busy?

The message from you had him suddenly alert and focused, sitting straight up and planting both feet on the floor.

(Nanami): no, I’m not

(Y/N): then…

(Y/N): do you think you’d wanna come over and help me bake something? I’m doing my first Youtube collab and I’m so nervous

(Nanami): I’ll be over in five.

He didn’t even wait for your response before leaping from the couch and bolting to his bedroom. Nanami got dressed and ready in record time, splashing plenty of cold water on his face to wake him up even further before slicking his hair back and doing one last check in the mirror before rushing to the front door.

“(Y/N).” He was knocking on your door exactly five minutes after texting you.

“Nanami!” You opened the door with a smile, a light colored tied around your waist that was stained from previous use. “Come on in!” Ushering him across the threshold, you made a beeline straight for the kitchen.

“So, you’re doing your first collab, huh?” Following slowly behind you, Nanami thought of all the emails sitting in his inbox from brands and other content creators alike asking him to promote their product or work on a video together. He ignored them all in favor of anonymity, but if you were to message him about it, he would answer in a heartbeat.

“Yeah, I joined a discord server full of other cooking Youtubers and some of them asked me to collab with them!” The smile on your face was beaming and the excitement in your voice made Nanami’s heart swell with pride.

“Well then, let’s get started.” Grabbing the spare apron you handed him, Nanami panned over the scene before him. Your kitchen wasn’t a total mess yet, the counters were still relatively clear with just a few bowls out and measuring spoons just waiting to be used. “What’re we making?”

“Ha, well…” Scratching your cheek bashfully, you shrugged your shoulders and looked around your kitchen. “That’s where you come in, I have no idea what to make.” Letting out a soft chuckle under his breath, Nanami nodded to himself and took a step toward the cabinets.

“What are the others making?” He asked while idly sifting through the ingredients you had.

“Take a look.” Showing him your phone, you swiped through the messages between all of you. There were multiple different desserts being made, recipe ideas being thrown around, all with a specific theme.

“So, you chose the colors of the rainbow?” Nanami skimmed over the messages where you decided colors and it seems you’d been chosen to do blue. He’d just seen someone else who got red go with a strawberry cheesecake with swirls of deep red mixed in with lighter pink.

“Do you know any desserts that are blue, cause I don’t.” Throwing your head back with a whine, you stared at the ceiling and let Nanami get back to digging through your cabinets.

“What about a blue surf cake?”

“A what?” You parroted, and your owlish blink made Nanami’s lips curl up in a soft smile.

“It’s a blue cheesecake that looks like ocean waves, I’ve made it a few times before and you don’t need to bake it.” He’d actually filmed a video on it about a year ago and it was one of his most proud creations. Quickly typing it into your phone, you pulled up his video within seconds.

“Oh thank god he made one.” Sighing in relief, you watched Nanami’s video with rapt interest. “This is perfect! But I don’t have this stuff, this butterfly tea powder.”

“I do.” He’d overbought for that video and had been stuck with the stuff for ages. Turning on his heel, he mumbled something unintelligible before leaving your apartment and reappearing in less than two minutes.

“You’re just giving this to me?” Raising your brows high in shock, you took the relatively full package from Nanami’s hands and opened it, a small cloud of blue powder puffing out upon its release.

“Yes, I want you to do well on this collab.” Turning away from you, Nanami began to grab the necessary ingredients from your shelves.

“Nanami.” Your voice was a bit low and when he turned around your bottom lip was jutted out into a pout.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re the best neighbor ever!” Clutching the powder tightly against your chest with one arm, you raise the other one and rest your hand on his shoulder. “Whenever you need help or want some tea and cookies, just ask me and I’ll do it!” You were eternally grateful and Nanami could feel the sincerity in your words and the warmth of your hand melting into his skin.

“I’ll make sure to take you up on that offer, so don’t take it back.”

“Never!” You shook your head, clutching his shoulder tightly. “Now let’s make the best damn blue cake ever!”

Standing off to the side, Nanami watched you film your introduction. He felt almost awkward seeing you talk to the camera and talk animatedly about what you were going to make when his own introductions were quiet and calm, slowly panning across his work space and showing what he would be making with captions dotting the screen.

“I also have a friend helping me make this cake, would you like to wave hello?” You glanced at Nanami, fully expecting him to reject your offer but he surprised you by lifting a hand into frame and giving a very brief wave. A little giggle left your lips and you gave him a thumbs up, turning back to the camera. “He’s really good at baking, so with his help hopefully this cake won’t turn out to be a huge disaster.” Laughing to yourself, you waited a few seconds before turning the camera off.

“Give yourself more credit, (Y/N), you’re good at baking too. I bet you won’t even need me.” Going over the ingredients list one last time, Nanami recounted your videos and couldn’t fight a small smirk on his lips. You’d certainly improved but to call you good was a bit of an exaggeration.

“You’re right!” But you were bolstered by his words nonetheless and your chest puffed up with confidence. “I can do this no problem!”

Maybe it was because he was there, or maybe it was because the words he’d said to you before starting had jinxed it, but Nanami was sure any skills you’d learned had regressed severely.

From the first step to the last, there was a fumble on your part. Adding too many ingredients that didn’t need to be there, adding too little of what the recipe actually called for, snacking on the pieces for the crust of the cake and choking on camera from accidentally inhaling a piece - it was almost as if you were trying to appear inept at even the most basic of kitchen duties.

“It took us so long to get here but we can finally add the filling in!” What took Nanami barely 25 minutes had taken you almost an hour to complete. Your apron and fingers were smudged with blue powder and the kitchen was in noticeably more disarray than when you started, clear proof of the trials and tribulations you went through. Silently cheering you on from behind the camera, Nanami held his breath and watched you pour the mixture into its final pan. “Now time to pop it into the freezer and wait for it to set!”

“Time to start cleaning up.” Nanami mumbled to himself as you turned the camera off. Your cooking style was much different than his, pots and pans carelessly thrown into the sink and dirty utensils left on the counter were not things he was used to seeing.

“Do we have to?” You whined as you set the cake in the freezer.

“Will you clean up after I leave?” He quirked a brow at you, a slow smile coming to his face as you groaned and shook your head.

“Alright fine, we can clean up now.” Nanami was already rolling up his sleeves before you could start to speak and your sulky tone made a chuckle come out of him. Flicking on the sink and filling it with water, he could see you gather dishes out of the corner of his eye. It was quiet in the kitchen now without you narrating your actions for the video and Nanami welcomed the silence, it gave him a chance to think about what to say to you next.

“Really, thank you for helping me.” Coming to stand shoulder to shoulder with him at the sink, you let your arm rest snugly next to his as you started to help wash the dishes.

“You’re welcome.” Shifting just the tiniest bit closer, Nanami scrubbed away in silence. Without the constant action and ever present camera turned off, the scene between the two of you could almost be described as domestic, as if the two of you had just gotten done cooking for yourselves and not a Youtube video and now were in comfortable quiet as you cleaned up the aftermath.

“I should think about what to make for dinner, all that filming made me hungry.” The adrenaline from the collab was still high inside you, making your fingers tremble slightly as you washed off a sudsy dish.

“What are you in the mood for?” Nanami was either stupidly brave or just plain stupid for leaning into this domestic feeling by asking you that question. He could be crossing a line by trying to imply he wanted to eat with you, essentially overstaying his welcome now that he was no longer needed.

“I kind of want pasta, what about you?” Glancing up at him, you were glad he wanted to stay longer and the proof was felt on the tingling warmth prickling your entire body.

“Pasta sounds good. Red or white sauce?”

“Red. I have a great wine to pair it with.”

“You’re into wine?”

“Not really.” You giggled shyly. “I wanted to start a series where I pair different foods with wines but I got too drunk trying to film the first episode.”

“I would love to see that video, (Y/N).” Nanami snorted loudly, a smirk on his lips as he dried his hands.

“We’ll have to have a private screening then.” Playfully bumping your shoulders together, you followed suit and dried your hands.

“Yes, yes we will.”

Twenty minutes later and dinner was prepared and served, both you and Nanami sitting at your dining table with full glasses of beautiful red wine with the bottle sitting not too far off in case you needed more. Eating quietly and making lively conversation, the wine in your glasses never seemed to dip, always being topped up until the bottle was empty and you were shuffling to grab another bottle.

“(Y/N), how much wine do you have?” Nanami chuckled, a drunken blush coating his cheeks as he watched you open your fridge. He could just barely see the bottom of a few bottles from his position at the table.

“Y-you don’t wanna know!” You laughed far too loudly for the situation and slammed the door closed, handing Nanami the bottle as you collapsed in your seat.

“Well, cheers.” Opening the new bottle and topping off your glasses, Nanami held his up and clinked it with yours when you held it up. Letting the liquid drip down his throat, Nanami looked over at you from over the rim of his glass. You were already cute in his eyes, downright adorable even, but to see you giggly and drunk with him made his heart swell even more.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” Whining slightly, you held your glass up in front of your face while your own face burned horribly.

“Like what?” He chuckled in return, mimicking your gesture.

“Like- like- you know!” Waving a hand around, you turned away from him slightly and took a generous sip of wine. Silence hung between you briefly, words left unsaid on the tips of both your tongues yet the fear of possible rejection - or even worse, regret - permeated your drunken minds.

“I’m just having a good time, (Y/N), is that a crime?” Leaning back in his seat, Nanami laughed to himself. He was definitely embarrassed from being caught looking at you like a fool in love but there wasn’t anything he could do about it now.

“You like having dinner with me?” Quirking up a hopeful brow, you rest your elbows on the table and shimmy just a tad bit closer. Your knees brushed under the table and the feeling drew you closer with Nanami pulling his chair in just so he could stretch his legs out and feel your feet begin to tangle together.

“I do, a lot.” It surely beat eating dinner alone for the thousandth time this year. The conversation quickly died down with both of you just silently looking at each other with a half lidded gaze, drunken smiles pushing your cheeks up without you even noticing it.

Soon the food ran cold and the second bottle of wine was emptied and you had to separate to take care of the dishes. Pushing Nanami towards the living room, you made him promise to go sit on the couch while you set the plates in the sink and put away the leftovers.

“Nanami, I have some ice cream if you-” Slightly stumbling out into the living room with a pint of chocolate ice cream, you stopped short upon finding Nanami dozing away on the couch with his body fully stretched out and relaxed.

Going up to the back of the couch, you leaned over it and close to his face, taking in every miniscule detail and pore that you could. Nanami was always so poised around you that it was a rare treat for him to relax like this, especially enough to go to sleep on your couch.

“Nanami…Nanami…” You whispered, gently shaking his shoulder. The action earned you a tired grunt in response and Nanami pushing your hand away and turning further into the couch. Shaking his shoulder again, you giggled when he swatted you away.

Returning the ice cream to the freezer, you grabbed a spare blanket and pillow, nearly dropping them both as you stumbled through your apartment. Throwing the blanket over his body haphazardly, you gingerly grabbed his head and put the pillow underneath it.

“Good night, Kento.” Whispering above his sleeping body, you felt butterflies in your stomach looking at him. You tried to stamp down the crush you had on him, reasoning with yourself that a man this serious and composed would never go for someone like you, but it never worked. You found yourself daydreaming about him constantly when you should have been working, fantasizing about having him join you for a meal or perhaps an outing to the city.

Taking one last look at his sleeping form, you drug yourself away to your bedroom to get some sleep of your own. The knowledge that Nanami was just a few feet away in the living room while you lay in your bed kept you up, nervous fits of giggles erupting from you as your imagination wandered.

Waking up some time later with a pounding headache and early morning light coming through your open curtains, you listened for any sound of Nanami still in your apartment. Taking a brief glance at the time, you expected him to have crawled home by now and be nursing his hangover with a cup of coffee.

Heaving yourself out of bed, you walked as quickly as possible to the bathroom and fumbled in the drawers for some painkillers. Downing a couple with no hesitation, you splashed some cool water on your face before finishing up and leaving the room.

“Oh, you’re still here.” Your voice was terribly quiet as your eyes landed on Nanami who was still fast asleep on the couch, completely disheveled with his shirt hiked up to reveal the relaxed muscles of his abdomen. Even deep in sleep he still had prominent abs with the dusting of a light happy trail below his belly button.

Reaching out in a trance, you ran your fingers lightly through his hair, just barely grazing his scalp with your nails. Repeating the motion several times, you worked out any knots he may have gotten during the night and further mussed the tresses.

“Feels good.” Nanami grumbled with his eyes still tightly closed. His voice was impossibly low and groggy as he twisted and turned on the couch. Your fingers went to scratch at his scalp when Nanami’s twisting earned him a tumble right to the ground and a surprised shout sounded upon contact.

“You okay?” Leaning over the couch, you gripped the cushioned backing tightly.

“F-fine, I’m-” Clearing his throat and trying to grab his bearings, Nanami ripped the blanket off him and sat up in a huff. “I’m fine.” As he spoke, he winced, clutching at his head.

“Hungover?” You asked with a small grin. Holding up a finger as he nodded, you made your way to the bathroom to grab the painkiller. “Come grab some water.” Motioning to the dining table, your grin got wider watching him struggle to stand.

“Do you have any coffee?”

Ten minutes later, Nanami was sunk into a dining chair with his forehead plastered to the table. He couldn’t even feel any regret for overstaying his welcome and getting too drunk to go home, all he could feel was a sick churning in his stomach and a throbbing in his head. The coffee had done a good job of waking him up, prompting him to fix his clothes and hair as best he could given the circumstance.

“Here you go.” Setting a plate down in front of him, you tried not to groan as you sat down yourself. Peeling his face off the table, Nanami never thought he could be this happy to see a plate of food.

Barely grunting out a word of thanks, he grabbed his utensils and started eating. His pained stomach slowly subsided, the warm food doing a good job at chasing away any lingering sickness in the back of his throat. It was only when his plate was empty did he realize he hadn’t spoken a single word to you.

“Thank you for the food.” Taking a gulp of coffee, he looked over at your own plate and realized he was still hungry.

“There’s more in the kitchen.” Flicking your chin in that direction, you slowly sipped your own drink as Nanami left to grab more food.

“I’m sorry.” He said once his second plate was empty and he’d already gotten another cup of coffee.

“For what?”

“I’ve overstayed my welcome. By a lot.” Grimacing as he looked at the time, he could just imagine the way you were feeling. Had you been able to sleep comfortably last night knowing he was here? You probably locked the door to your bedroom just to be safe, telling all your friends that your neighbor was drunk and passed out on your couch.

“Don’t be sorry, I don’t mind. It’s just like a sleepover.” Finishing the food on your plate, you pushed it away and leaned your head against the back of the chair. It was quiet for a moment with Nanami idly watching you breathe, and then you spoke again. “Do you think the cake is ready?”

“Huh?”

“Don’t tell me you forgot.” Letting out a snort, you peeked at Nanami from the corner of your eye and laughed a bit more at his bewildered expression. “The cake we made yesterday.”

“Oh, yeah.” Letting out a rough exhale, Nanami shook his head to clear his thoughts. How could he forget the entire reason he’d come over in the first place? Did the alcohol really have that much of an affect on him?

“It looks set, what do you think?” Gingerly placing the cake tin on the table, you worried your lip as you looked over the cake for any imperfections. It looked perfect in the pan but who knew what would happen when you tried to remove it.

“Well don’t keep me waiting.” Reaching over the table to take the cake out himself, Nanami yelped when you smacked him away.

“No, don’t! What if it all oozes out onto the table?”

“We won’t know until we find out.” He wanted to reach out again but hesitated as he saw the twitch of your hand. “It won’t ooze all out, (Y/N), the cake is perfect.”

“How can you be so sure?” Your fingers curled around the tin; you wanted to believe him but knowing your luck it would end in disaster. But the longer you looked between him and the cake, the more you felt the pressure.

“I know because you made it. You’re a good baker, (Y/N).” Finishing the last sip of his coffee, Nanami pointed a finger at you. “Now either you take the cake out or I will.”

“Fine!” With trembling fingers you pushed the cake up from the bottom, painstakingly watching for any possible defects as it emerged.

“See, I told you it was perfect.” Nanami couldn’t help but feel smug at being right. The cake was picture perfect, not a lump or bump or empty spot in sight. The sigh of relief you let out was loud and completely deflated your chest.

“Thank god.” Setting the cake back in the tin, you stared at it from above, disbelief washing over you. “I can’t believe I really did it.” Laughing breathlessly, you straightened yourself up and glanced at your camera. “Guess I should start filming the reveal.”

“I think I’ll be going now.” Pushing himself up from his chair, Nanami gathered the dishes on the table and set them in the sink, ignoring the urge to stay even longer. He had to shower and change clothes, gather his composure and prepare himself for the work week ahead.

“It was nice having you over.” You mumbled, pushing in the chairs and slowly leading him to the front door. Neither of you really wanted this time together to end but it had to be done eventually. Gripping the doorknob, there was a slight delay before you opened the door.

“(Y/N)...” Drawing out your name, Nanami’s feet were stuck in place. Looking into your eyes, the longer he stared the less he wanted to step out into the hallway and back into reality. Digging his fingers into the doorframe, Nanami let his eyes begin to close softly, his vision turning slightly hazy as he aimed for your lips.

Time was moving too fast and too slow. With the sudden approach of Nanami, it was something you’d dreamed about for a long while, wondering what his lips would feel like against yours. But the open setting of where you two were, the sudden slamming door down the hall and noises filtering in from the outside world withdrew you from the moment you’d wanted for so long.

“O-oh.” You hadn’t even realized you’d put your hand up to stop Nanami from coming closer until he made contact. Both of you looked down at your hand in confusion and you turned red for different reasons.

“I’m sor-”

“I’ll see you later.” Cutting you off, Nanami kept his head down to try and save face, save himself from you seeing how utterly mortified he was at getting rejected. Taking a generous step into the hall, he made a beeline back to his apartment.

Unable to say much beyond a dejected and nearly silent goodbye, you closed your door shortly after Nanami closed his. Both of you leaned against the respective frames, Nanami cursing himself for being so forward and making you uncomfortable, and you beating yourself up for stopping him in the first place.

It only took a day for you to finish the video and upload it, adding your traditional flair and special touches that made Nanami smile every time he saw them. Trying to ignore the way you two had parted, he focused intensely on the video and every time there was a cut or jump in he recounted exactly what had happened in that moment that made you cut the clip out, be it choking on some crust or dropping the entire mixing bowl on the floor.

“I’m just feeling burnt out from all this social media stuff, I might take a break from cooking for a little while.” That was the last thing Nanami wanted to hear towards the end of one of your monthly vlogs. He’d noticed a slight downtrend in your content output shortly after you posted the collab video and while he hadn’t spoken to you since that fateful night, he hadn’t gotten any hints that you were feeling this way.

“I’ll still be active here and there, I have some other things already filmed and ready to be uploaded and some sponsored stuff for my Instagram but I just…” The heavy sigh you let out as you tried to find the words to articulate your feelings made Nanami frown. Watching the rest of the video with a heavy heart, he took a glance at the time.

“Let me make something to cheer them up.” He mumbled to himself. Yes it was nearing his usual bedtime and he was typically very strict about adhering to the schedule, but you needed him; or at least Nanami hoped you needed him in some way to make you feel better.

Burrowing around in his cupboards, he grabbed random ingredients and placed them on the counter. When Nanami wanted to make something, especially a baked good, he always had a plan on what he wanted to make. But now he was going off the cuff, coming up with a recipe on the fly and hoping it worked. He also grabbed his filming equipment and set it up, hoping that even if the recipe didn’t turn out well you would still find enjoyment in his videos.

It took him nearly two hours to make a chocolate souffle and he didn’t regret a single second of it. His whole apartment was warm and smelled of chocolate, steam rising and blurring the lense of the camera as he presented them. Taking a deep breath that turned into a loud yawn, Nanani felt proud of himself for completing the recipe even if it was an ungodly hour.

He was nearly a zombie by the time he put everything away and uploaded the footage to his computer but he couldn’t find it in him to go to bed just yet. He wanted to edit and upload the video as soon as possible so that you could have something to watch to take your mind off the hard time you were having.

The rising sun was Nanami’s indicator that he’d been up all night without even ten minutes of sleep, but he could proudly say he pulled his first all nighter for Youtube and finished the video right as his alarm went off. Posting it immediately, Nanami rushed around to gather his things and head out the door before he missed his usual train.

Dragging his feet throughout the day, he collapsed on the couch the moment he stepped through the door. He tried to keep up with his work while also checking to see if you’d liked the video or maybe commented but there was nothing from you, not even a cheeky little post on Twitter or your Instagram stories.

Running a dejected hand through his hair, Nanami pulled himself up from the couch and to the kitchen. Thankfully he was meticulous about being clean so there was no mess from last night waiting for him, easing his mind at least a little bit. Making a quick dinner, he ate over the kitchen sink as he thought of what to do next.

It only took a few seconds for him to decide to make another video at that very moment. Shoving the rest of his food in his mouth, Nanami turned to his cupboards once again, quickly deciding to make cookies as his hand landed on a box of chocolate. Ignoring the souffle sitting patiently in the fridge, Nanami set to work making another dish for you with no plan in the foreseeable future of actually giving you any of them.

This habit repeated until the end of the work week when Nanami had quite literally passed out on his couch after the repeated all nighters. None of his videos seemed to have the impact he wanted them to. You didn’t like or comment, your social media posts were either retweets or sponsored content and you hadn’t posted a new video in a while. He could hear you in your apartment sometimes, talking to yourself or playing music and singing along, so he knew you hadn’t run away.

Waking up in a haze well after the sunset, Nanami felt at his wits end. He was doing everything he could to get you to cheer up without having to face you directly and it wasn’t working. He had a fridge full of desserts he was going to give you at some point and a horde of videos up on his channel you could watch but he needed to do something more.

(S/N): hey, I hope you feel better soon

As Nanami prepared for a shower, he wasn’t in his right mind to care about the fact that he’d just messaged you on Twitter instead of through text like he originally meant. Talking to you through his online persona wasn’t something he really wanted to do but he couldn’t turn back now.

Taking a long hot shower, Nanami forgot about the message he sent you, too wrapped up in finally getting to unwind. Doing his nighttime routine and burrowing into bed, he checked his phone one last time.

(Y/N): hearing my idol say this has made my day so much better, thank you so much T_T

“Your idol?” Nanami chuckled to himself, a light blush coming over his face as he sunk into his pillows.

(S/N): you’re welcome. If you ever want to chat about how you’re feeling or anything, I’m open to listen.

Pushing through sleep to send that final message, Nanami tossed his phone onto his bedside table and promptly went to sleep with a small smile on his face.

Generously oversleeping, Nanami woke up in an overheated, messy pile of blankets. Thankful for the weekend, he took his time coming to his senses and getting out of bed. His hand automatically drifted to his phone, tired mind eager to see if you had responded.

(Y/N): I would definitely love to chat!

(S/N): you called me your idol, I take it you’ve been watching my videos for a while?

Nanami had to ask, he needed to know just how much you liked his content. He didn’t have to wait long for a response, just as he poured his first cup of coffee his phone went off.

(Y/N): I’ve been watching your videos since you first started posting!! Your content is the number one reason I started my own channel

(S/N): I’m really touched, I’m glad I could be such a big inspiration for you

(Y/N): you really are! I admire you so much, you’re so serious about your craft

(Y/N): especially the fact that you put out a new video every day this week! I want to be as dedicated as you someday

While your statement bolstered his confidence greatly, it also put a heavy weight on Nanami’s shoulders. As you chatted more and more, Nanami felt the urge to go and make something else to keep the trend of uploading daily. There was a possibility that you were going to start posting again, you’d said so yourself, and Nanami wanted to make it a reality.

Ignoring the food in his fridge and on the counters that still needed to go to you or be eaten, Nanami pushed himself to film two videos that day. It was hard to make sure everything was perfect twice over but he managed and by the end of the day he was sitting at his computer eating flan and editing the videos.

Taking advantage of the weekend, Nanami pulled another all-nighter and filmed as many videos as he could. He ran himself completely ragged between filming, cooking and making sure to message you back consistently. Your conversation progressed naturally, flowing from one topic to another as if you were speaking face to face with each other. Nanami felt the urge to tell you it was him, that your idol was actually your neighbor, but the memory of your rejection still stung and he held off. You probably wouldn’t like him anymore if you learned the truth, so for now he was going to hold off.

By the time Monday rolled around and his alarm went off in the morning, Nanami had gotten a solid two hours of sleep and was nursing a growing headache. Somehow he managed to edit all the videos he filmed, putting them in a little queue to be uploaded everyday while he struggled through the work week.

Zoning in and out for the whole day, it was a miracle that he managed to come home in one piece. Nanami didn’t remember stepping into his office building let alone getting on the train home. Lacking the strength to even eat a proper meal, he stripped down to his underwear and slept on top of his blankets while running a high fever.

Waking up throughout the night in a cold sweat, Nanami knew when he woke up to the sound of his alarm that he couldn’t go to work. With a heavy head and runny nose, just looking in the mirror made him cringe.

“I look like shit.” His voice was gravelly and thick and he had to clear his throat several times after speaking. Leaving a quick message for his boss, Nanami splashed cold water on his face and went back to bed.

The next two days melted into each other and there were several instances where Nanami went into a coughing fit and was sure you could hear through the walls. With only enough strength to feed himself soup and cough medicine, Nanami was left to suffer alone. He heard notifications on his phone go off and every once in a while he would respond to something you sent but for the most part he was dead to the world.

A knock at the door roused him from a deep slumber in the middle of the day, sweating under a pile of blankets but too cold to take them off. He tried to ignore it at first, but the sound refused to stop and through his muddled brain Nanami was sure he could hear your voice.

“C-coming!” Grunting loudly, Nanami’s usually quiet footsteps thumped against the floor. Passing a mirror in the hall, he was glad he at least had an acceptable top and bottom on before he opened the door. Leaning heavily against the doorframe, Nanami sniffled loudly as he made eye contact with you and drifted downwards to the stack of mail in your hand.

“I uh, I have your mail.” Shuffling awkwardly on your feet, you didn’t know where to look. This was the first time you were seeing each other in two months and Nanami hated that he looked and felt absolutely awful. “Nanami? Are you okay?” The concern on your face was outweighing the awkwardness in the air.

“Not really.” He sighed, shrugging his shoulders mindlessly. “I feel like shit.” His brazen statement made you snort. Taking the mail from your outstretched hand, he was about to thank you when you suddenly spoke.

“Have you eaten today?” Your eyes scanned his face and the bad dark circles under his eyes.

“No.” Answering truthfully, Nanami didn’t protest when you made the move to enter his apartment, not that he would have stopped you in the first place.

“Let me make you something, you need to eat properly if you want to get better!” Slapping his mail on the dining table, you pointed to the couch. “Go sit down and relax.” Turning on your heel as soon as you finished speaking, you dug around in the kitchen for something to cook. Dragging his feet, Nanami grabbed a small blanket from his bedroom before returning to the living room and taking residence on the couch like you asked.

“I haven’t- haven’t gone grocery shopping in a while.” Coughing loudly, Nanami ran a hand through his hair. He could hear you rummaging through the fridge and making little noises in the back of your throat.

“There sure is a lot of moldy desserts in here.” Looking over his shoulder and into the kitchen, Nanami chuckled watching you pull out some of the desserts he’d filmed and throw them away. They were unrecognizable from when he first made them, all of them having gone bad and disintegrating in their containers. It was a shame he didn’t get a chance to eat most of them, but he was so caught up in filming as much as possible that the thought of having all the leftover food to deal with didn’t cross his mind.

“Hey, how about we order takeout?” Running hot water over a dish that used to have chocolate cake in it, your lip was curled up in disgust.

“Takeout sounds good.”

Twenty minutes later, Nanami had taken more medicine at your request and had a plate of steaming food in his hands, his first proper meal in a very long time. Putting on the TV for some light background noise, the two of you ate side by side.

“I’m glad I came to deliver your mail, I was worried about you, Nanami. I could hear you coughing at night.”

“Sorry.”

“Why’re you apologizing for being sick? It’s not your fault! Just promise me you’ll get better soon, okay?” Giving his shoulder a brief squeeze, your fingers lingered on his body for a few seconds before sliding off. There was a comfortable lull in the conversation for a moment, the two of you eating quietly and fiddling on your phone. Nanami tried not to snoop, but he could see you silently watching a Youtube video on your phone.

“Do you want to watch that on the TV?” He asked quietly, sliding the remote towards you. Giving him a sheepish smile, you quickly put the video up for him to watch as well. Nanami wasn’t surprised that it was one of his videos you were watching, he still had many queued up to be posted, but he was surprised that he didn’t remember a single moment of filming said video.

“Look at the flowers he made on the bread!” Pointing to the screen, you lightly stamped your feet on the floor. “I’m so jealous, whenever I try to make focaccia bread like that it always turns out so ugly!” Nanami nodded along silently; once he was finished with the video for the bread he ate it all in one sitting and had a massive stomach ache.

Grabbing your phone, you tapped away in the comment section of the video, leaving an abundant amount of emojis along with your praising words. Going to Twitter, you tweeted about his video as well and as soon as you hit send Nanami got a notification for the post. His eyes darted to see if you had noticed and luckily you hadn’t, but soon there was a flurry of little dings on his phone.

“Woah Nanami, someone sure is messaging you a lot.” You chuckled and Nanami nearly grabbed his phone off the coffee table and threw it across the room; there was no way that you couldn’t see all the messages were from you. You even leaned forward a little bit to take a peek at who it was.

“Y-yeah, they are.” Fumbling to grab his phone before you could put the pieces together, Nanami had forgotten about the plate of food in his lap and it slid to the ground, immediately beginning to soak into the rug and stain it. Letting out a string of curses, Nanami forgot about his phone and rushed to clean up the spilled food.

Hearing his phone clatter to the ground, Nanami was torn between abandoning his cleaning efforts and stopping you from seeing his phone. He tried to stutter something out, a feeble attempt to draw your attention away as you clearly saw your screen name on his phone.

“What’s this?” You asked quietly, too quietly for Nanami’s comfort. He was still stammering out some excuses, but as you picked up the phone and read your name out loud, he knew it was over.

“I can explain.” His adrenaline was pumping and it was making him begin to sweat profusely. He could clearly tell there was a blush on his face much deeper than the one already there from his fever. Picking up the ruined plate of food, he tried to buy himself more time to try and explain what was happening.

Looking you over, all the excuses Nanami had were coming apart. Every word he could say was falling flat, not just because of his illness but because he found it less and less appealing to try and lie. Forcing himself to take deep breaths, Nanami turned to face you.

“I...I’m (S/N).” Taking the phone from you, he showed you the Twitter messages between the two of you. As he went through the evidence, his social media pages and Youtube channel, he could see your face changing and he couldn’t read your expression. Worrying his lip, Nanami was afraid to ask what you thought of him now.

“This is insane.” You finally spoke after a few minutes, looking down at your own phone. “Who would have guessed my neighbor would turn out to be my biggest idol, too?” Slapping a hand over your face as you came to terms with the realization, you laughed a little. “Oh god, that means you saw my reaction video to your hands.”

“Yeah, I did.” Laughing along, Nanami let out a sigh of relief. You seemed to be okay with what he just told you and there was something else weighing on his mind. “You know, since I’m already confessing to secrets, there’s something else I need to tell you, (Y/N).”

“What is it?” Tilting your head to the side, your brows furrowed slightly in concern. Forcing himself to make eye contact despite the nerves he felt, Nanami let out one short breath before speaking.

“I like you, a lot.” He was surely running the highest fever he’d ever experienced now, there was no doubt about it. He was absolutely boiling, sweating buckets waiting for your reaction to this news.

“Really?” You whispered, mouth hanging open slightly.

“Really.” Based on your reaction, Nanami was steeling himself for a rejection. He should have known you wouldn’t feel the same way, he was a fool for getting his hopes up and reading into signals that weren’t there-

“I like you too.” Yet here you were, slowly weaving your fingers together and squeezing his hand. You refused to make eye contact anymore, too embarrassed from the onslaught of emotions going through you. Squeezing your hand back, Nanami ran his thumb over your skin.

“Well then, when I’m better I’d like to take you on a date.”

“As Nanami Kento or as (S/N)?” You teased, giggling to yourself as Nanami made a noise in the back of his throat.

“You already know the answer.” Finally able to relax in his seat again, Nanami let a big smile overtake his face when you cuddled into his side. “You shouldn’t be so close, you might get sick too.”

“I’ll take the risk.” Looping your arms together, you suddenly sat up. “Hey, Nanami.”

“Hm?” Turning to face you, Nanami’s eyes went wide as you kissed him. Your lips were soft, a pleasant feeling against his that he wanted to experience again and again. Kissing you back, it was a short interaction as he quickly parted to cough into the crook of his elbow.

“(Y/N), you shouldn’t kiss me, you’re going to get sick.” As much as he wanted to kiss you again, he didn’t want to be the reason you wound up in the same position as him.

“I’ll gladly take that risk.” Giving him a peck on the lips and one on the cheek, you resumed your position cuddled into him. “So all that rotting food in your fridge was from your videos?”

“Sadly, yes.”

“Next time you want to upload a video everyday, call me, okay? I would gladly like to eat your cooking again.”

“Well you don’t have to wait for that, I’ll cook for you anytime you want.”

“Will you cook with me on my channel?” You looked at him hopefully.

“I’ll think about it.” He would have to make sure you didn’t accidentally expose his identity or your new budding relationship.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Giving him a big hug, you fixed the blanket over the two of you. Nanami wanted to protest and reaffirm that he would think about it, but with the way you were pressed into his side, he couldn’t find it in him.

“Alright, it’s a yes.”

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The coffee and the cup (Jeong Yunho/Smut)

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A/N: You bet your ass this was inspired by the pottery video. I was also inspired by a lot of ceramics artists I follow on instagram and thought this was fun.

This is a feel good story, no bad things, just good. Just wanted a feel good thing.

Tags: Potter! Yunho x Café owner reader!, Fem! reader, a lot of pining and sweet glances, coffee, a freshly starting relationship, love confessions, Hongjoong that likes to judge

Smut tags: Very sweet, gentle, soft dom! Yunho, marking, oral (female receiving), Fingering (female receiving), scratching, Praise, teasing, Unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all)

Word count: 8046 (I don’t do short stories)

There was something utterly comforting about the feeling a café could give you. It was something that you had always enjoyed, from being in middle school, getting cookies and chocolate milk before school, to high school and college where you did all day study sessions, cafe’s had become a safe haven for you. Therefore it was only natural that you had grown up with a dream of starting your own.

With the little money you had managed to save up and the help from your family, your cafe had become a reality. A reality that you never thought would happen. It was even more surreal as you unpacked your first groceries and placed them in the pantry and refrigerator, looking around your place. Your place.

It was small, with only two, two persons tables indoor and two outdoors, it was more a “grab a drink and go” type of place and it was perfect for you. It was seated in a small street, filled with small locally owned businesses and what better way to introduce yourself, than to bake.

A classic lemon blueberry muffin was the taste of coming home, the taste you wanted to sell at your store, a taste you wanted to give your fellow shop owners. You wanted people to feel comforted at your place, so you made something comforting with a little twist, so that everybody could see what type of person you were. Baking was your second love to coffee, so you went to work making around 30 muffins. The delicious smell filling your store and placing a smile on your face. Nothing could drag your day down, not that day.

Once the muffins had cooled enough from coming out of the oven, you packaged them carefully and placed them all in a little wicker basket, setting off to say hi to your neighbors. Starting with the little music instrument store right next door. The owner wasn’t what you expected at all, young, well dressed with one painted nail on each hand, going by the name Hongjoong. He greeted you with an amazing smile, wondering how he could help you.

“Welcome! Can I help you find anything?” He asked and you couldn’t help but beam a smile back at him. “No believe me you wouldn’t want me playing any instruments. I bought the café next door and wanted to introduce myself!” You said raising your basket to show him. “Oh! Welcome to the neighborhood!” He shook your free hand, smiling at you brightly. “So you’re going to be providing us caffeine from now on. I greatly appreciate it.” He said and you couldn’t help but laugh. It’s nice that people were missing a café here, gave you hope that you would do well.

You grabbed one package of muffins and placed them on his counter. “I hope you like lemon blueberry muffins. I made them from scratch and well they’re my personal favorite.” You explained and he tore into the packaging quickly. “I’m partial to anything made with bread.” He said, pulling apart a muffin and popping a piece into his mouth. “Oh, everyone around here is going to love these. You should head to Wooyoung’s restaurant down the street, Yeosang’s skate shop, Oh and Yunho’s little store next door. He might eat you out of house and home but oh boy he might become your best customer. These are delicious.” He complimented and you felt a sigh of relief. No matter how many people tried your food and drinks, you still got anxious when it came to their opinions. “I’ll head there now. Would be nice to have a customer before we even open.” You said softly and Hongjoong nodded. “He’s loyal too. If he likes what you have, he’ll never go anywhere else.” He added, making you laugh.

The sound of the door opening behind you made you glance in that direction, seeing a teenage boy looking around the instruments. “Well, I’ll let you get back to it.” You said, heading for the door. “Thank you again for the muffins and if you ever need any help with anything, don’t be stranger.” Hongjoong told you, making you feel all warm in your chest. He was incredibly kind, you could tell from the way he carried himself. “I won’t. Have a good day!” You said, waving as you exited his store.

It was an incredibly good day out, sun brightly shining down on you as you walked to the little shop next to the music store. The bell signaled that you entered the building, but there was no one in sight. You stood by the door a moment, not wanting to overstep boundaries even if it was a store to shop in. Not only for that reason though, you were scared to knock something over and break it.

The store was filled with shelves lining the bright yellow painted walls, on those shelves were a bunch of clay made works. From little figurines to beautifully sculpted plates, vases and mugs coated with bright paint. It was all so colorfull and bright, making a large smile pull over your lips.

However, no one came to the front so you remained still another moment before calling out. “Hello?” You asked, holding on to your basket and leaning forward to see if you could spot anyone. “Hello?” You asked again, not really expecting a response but wanting to make sure.

“Come on to the back, I can’t open the door back here because my hands are really dirty!” A voice called out and spotted the door that muffled it. You maneuvered yourself carefully to not knock things over as you made your way to the door, spotting a few mugs and plates you wouldn’t mind adding to the café’s collection on your way. You stood in front of the door not quite knowing what to expect when you opened the door, but you did it anyways.

It lead to a little studio, with big windows in the back and more shelves lining the room. In the middle sat a pottery wheel with what looked like a half finished vase resting on it. But what was really eye catching, was the man washing his hands by the sink in the corner.

He was tall, with long legs, dark hair and broad shoulders. Wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt that had clay stains all over them. Then he turned around, finally exposing his face to you and you seemingly felt your knees get weak. Never in your life had you seen eyes like his, so big and full of emotion. It only made the stripe of dried clay on his cheek seem even cuter.

“Can I help you with anything?” He asked, drying his hands before walking towards you. Lifting your basket, you had a hard time finding words for a moment as he smiled at you. “I- uh- Hongjoong next door sent me over. I bought the café 2 doors down and wanted to introduce myself.” You explained, watching his smile get even bigger. You quickly stuck your hand out to his and he looked down at it, taking it gently. “I’m Y/N.” You said, really taking note of the way his eyes sparkled. “I’m Yunho.”

Now Yunho knew it wasn’t really all that common for people his age to make a living off of pottery and art. But he saw that as a challenge, a challenge he took head on and had managed to do it. It was his passion, it was what he was good at and well, the looks of surprise on people’s faces when they asked him what he did for a living was an added plus.

Now he hadn’t been expecting any visitors that day so he was taking the time to create a vase he had been thinking about making. But he wasn’t mad at the interuption at all, especially not one in such cute packaging. Your yellow sundress was inviting, your pink cheeks even more so and not to mention the wicker basket with baked goods. You looked like the angel of his own personal heaven.

“I made muffins, they’re lemon blueberry.” You said, pulling the two packaged muffins out of the basket and handing them to him. You were feeling incredibly shy suddenly, even though the man was radiating nothing but a positive energy. “Oh! You said Hongjoong sent you?” Yunho asked, taking the packaging. You nodded at his words and he let out a hearty laugh. “He knows my kryptonite, baked goods.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his words as he took one more step closer to you.

“I hope you don’t mind my asking, but what are you making?” You asked, gesturing to the pottery wheel. Yunho’s eyes widened at your interest before moving back towards the wheel. “I was asked to make a vase specifically for calla lillies. The design needed to be ‘unique’ according to the client.” He laughed and you took a step closer to look at the clay better. Unique was definitely an accurate description for it, but beautiful none the less. “It’s really pretty.” You said and looked back at him. He was watching your response to his work, finding it endearing how focussed you were on it.

“I have something for you.” Yunho said quickly, wanting to welcome you to neighborhood properly. He gestured for you to follow him back to the front of the shop as he scanned his shelves for something. “Something for me?” You asked, following him as looked around. “Yes, something for you. To welcome you to the neighborhood.” He said sounding incredibly cheerful which made butterflies fill your stomach.

It was funny how Yunho had taken a few looks at you and instantly had a piece of his in mind to gift you. It just seemed like it suited you, with your bright choice in muffin flavors and the sunny aura that you had radiated to him. It was just an obvious choice to him.

“There they are.” He said, pulling 2 mugs from the back of a shelf. They were made for a large cup of coffee, with sunflowers molded onto them and painted. They were very pretty and something you most definitely would have picked out for yourself. He quickly shuffled to his counter, wrapping them with paper for protection and placing them in a little bag. Yunho was a little scatterbrained, self admittedly, but it was only natural to get a little extra nervous when there was a pretty girl in front of him.

“I hope these get put to good use when the café opens.” He said, as he wrote something on a card and slipped it into the bag. You caught a glimpse of his handwriting, noting how messy and cute it was before looking away again. “I’ll definitely put them to good use. I’ll make sure to serve my first cup of coffee in one.” You promised and Yunho could feel his ears burning red. “Good.” He said softly, sliding the bag in your direction. “The shop opens in 2 days, I would enjoy it if you stopped by.” You said softly as you grabbed the bag and placed it in your basket. “I’ll be there for sure.” He said, simply standing and looking at you. You admittedly were doing the same, finding yourself getting absolutely lost in those eyes before tearing yourself away. “I have a few more stops to make-” You started, walking towards the door because you were embarrassed for staring.

“I really hope you enjoy those muffins.” You finished, placing your hand on the door handle and looking back at him one more time. “I most definitely will.” Yunho smiled, watching you leave his shop before leaning down and pressing his forehead against the counter. He hadn’t had a rush from someone in a long time, you were like a shot of caffeine and he had you on his mind for the rest of the day.

You had brought around the rest of your muffins before coming back to your shop. It was now late in the afternoon and the had calmed down quite a bit. You had discovered that your new little neighborhood was close, tight knit. Everyone seemed to know eachother and something about that was quite comforting. Wooyoung’s resaurant was incredibly home-y with delicious food (he had forced you to sit down and enjoy some food) and Yeosang’s skate shop was just adorable with a lot of custom boards there and they all seemed to know eachother quite well. It was helping you realise you had chosen the right spot, you needed the support.

Sitting down at a table, you placed your basket down as well. The whole afternoon you had been curious about what Yunho had written down on the card. It was on your mind the whole time and well so was he. He was quite magnetic, awkward and just very cute, you really couldn’t help it.

Pulling the mugs from the bag, you unwrapped them carefully so that you can take in the details more. You hadn’t really gotten the chance to before, you were entirely too focussed on something or rather someone else. You held one of the mugs in your hand, looking it over and running your fingers over the smooth ridges. It was all so incredibly detailed and such a sweet gift.

You put the mug down and pulled the card from the bag. It was just simple cardstock with no design on it, only his writing and you felt the butterflies bubble back up as you read.

“I thought it was a good day because of the weather, but I guess it was because you were in the neighborhood. I can’t wait to stop by your café when it opens, but I would love it even more if you would go on a date with me, maybe let me teach you how to sculpt. I’ll leave my number for you.

It was nice meeting you, sunshine.

- Yunho

P.S the mugs are handwash only”

You laughed at the last sentence holding the letter to your chest as you did so. A date with Yunho, it was all so sweet. Not to mention his nickname for you had you swooning.

Pushing yourself up from the table, you placed the mugs on the counter and put the card by your store’s phone. It was too soon to call right away, but you were definitely going to call. There was no doubt about that, you could feel a connection with him instantly and you couldn’t help but mentally thank Hongjoong for that.

Time had seemingly slipped away from you after that day. You had been incredibly busy the day after, getting everything ready and prepared for your grand opening. Baking what you could, grinding coffee beans and preparing mugs, plates and other items. You weren’t expecting a huge turnout or anything... but it never hurt to be prepared.

But that coupled with your anxiety for doing well, you seemingly forgot about Yunho’s number that was just waiting to be called by your phone. It was purely accidental that it happened, that it had all slipped your mind.

But you were quickly reminded of it when he stood in front of you, after you had given one of your first customers their order of coffee and an oatmeal cookie. There he was, standing in front of you at 10 a.m, wearing a lightly striped button down tucked into black jeans. Considerably more dressed up than the last time you had seen him, however this image of him made you think of his number and you panicked.

“Oh my god Yunho, I forgot to call.” You said, clasping a hand over your mouth in embarrassment. You felt absolutely horrible at the realization however Yunho could only laugh. “It’s alright, it’s alright sunshine. I figured you were busy with the opening and everything so I didn’t take it to heart.” He smiled at you and you pouted. “I feel really bad. What can I do to make it up to you?” You asked, walking around your little counter because from what you could tell, there were no more customers left to serve aside from him in the café.

Your response was just so cute to him, he didn’t think you owed him anything at all. He gave you his number and it was your choice to call him or not. However he still would have really like that date, especially seeing you again. You were wearing a simple orange, shin length, floral skirt with a black t-shirt tucked into it and an apron fastened around your waist. You were... sunny to him.

“You don’t have to make it up to me, you don’t owe me anything. But I would still like to know if you would like to go on a date with me?” He asked and you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief at his question. “Oh and I would love another lemon blueberry muffin. I ate both alarmingly fast the other day.” He added on quickly, laughing as he did so. He didn’t want you to feel pressure, at all. Yunho wanted you to go out with him because you wanted too, not anything else.

You looked down to the ground in attempts to hide the blush on your cheeks, before pulling yourself together and finally looking up into his eyes. “I can definitely do a date and I can also definitely do a muffin.” You said and quickly disappeared behind your counter again. Yunho watched with adoration as you did, incredibly happy but trying to keep things cool.

“Here is your muffin... would you like anything else?” You asked, handing him the packaged treat and his fingers grazed yours. “No, I got what I came for.” Yunho said and reached for his wallet. “No, it’s on the house.” You stopped him and he looked at you, opening his mouth to say something. “I know you said I don’t owe you anything but, just take it. For my own sake.” You explained and he bit down on his lip to keep his smile to a minimum. “Thank you.” He said softly, back away from the counter because how much he was beaming.

“Call me to set up the date tonight? Okay?” He said, now leaning in the open door of the café. “I will. I definitely will this time.” You said and he nodded, walking away and letting himself smile fully.

Your first day was incredibly good, a total of almost 50 customers which really wasn’t much but still good and a date settled with an absolutely beautiful man. It was just a good day, you smelled like coffee when you got home and there was nothing better than that. Life was coming together.

He had set things up in such a specific way, he wanted this to be perfect. Something about you drew Yunho in so much, he didn’t want to mess this date up at all. It meant a lot to him.

So when you showed up to his store again, ready for your date, he had his heart in his throat. He had told you to wear something you wouldn’t mind that got dirty and well you listened, showing up in overall you deemed your “paint overalls” the ones you would wear while painting your house and some beat up Converse sneakers. Yunho was wearing the same clothes from the day you had first met and waiting inside his store when you appeared at the door.

“You look very cute.” Yunho commented, the second you entered the building and your cheeks flushed red. “I’m used to people starting conversations by saying hello.” You said, leaning onto the counter he was stood behind. He mimiced your actions, face getting closer to yours. “Hello. You look very cute.” He teased and you looked down to avoid his gaze with a soft smile. “Anyways, what are we doing today?” You asked, standing back up fully and slipping your hands into your pockets.

“Well, do you need anything else for your shop?” Yunho asked and you took a moment to think. “I was thinking about stopping by for some small, single flower vases. To see if you even had anything like that. Why?” You asked and he pushed himself off the counter.

Now if you had said no, he would have sat you down to make something random just to have fun. But now he was going to give you something you could absolutely make use of and hopefully something to remind you of him.

“I figured I could teach how to make them, something you want exactly.” Yunho said, scratching the back of his head because he was now completely questioning his own idea. “Oh!!! I would absolutely love that!” You said, needing to contain your excitement. Something about a date like this really touched your heart and even if this wouldn’t go anywhere, you know you would remember it for the rest of your life.

He let out a sigh of relief before leading you to his studio, where he had set up a picnic blanket on the floor next to the large windows with a basket filled with treats. You couldn’t help but place your hand on your chest, your heart pounding because of how sweet he was.

“Jeong Yunho, I do believe you are a romantic.” You said, gesturing to the blanket and he had to hold back a laugh. “Maybe just a little bit... I just thought we could talk a bit while the clay is in the kiln.” He explained, well rambled more. He was absolutely making your heart melt and there was no doubt about it.

He sat you down behind the wheel after preparing everything for you, the damp clay sitting on top of the wheel. You looked up at him, questioning what to do because this was completely foreign territory to you. “Start spinning the wheel and wet your hands in that bowl and just start feeling around the clay a bit. Get a feel of what you’re doing.” He said, crouching down by your side. You followed his instructions, under his carefull gaze.

Yunho had guided your hands carefully from next to you, until you had accidentally placed way too much pressure on the clay and denting the form. “Oh, uhh let me see if I can fix that.” Yunho said, seeing how you struggled to get it back the way it was. You stood and he took your seat, his height when sitting coming up to your shoulders. He was mesmerizing to watch as he sculpted, eyes focussed on the wheel and lips kind of pursed. He was just so pretty.

“I think I get it.” You said and he looked at you in confusion. “This suits you, sitting here behind the pottery wheel, working with your hands. It really suits you. You’re completely in your element. It’s really beautiful to see.” You explained further and he allowed the wheel to slow down, to look up at you.

You didn’t even realise how close you were until you felt his breath fan over your lips and you suddenly felt excitement in your chest. So you made a split second decision, you made a judgement call.

Leaning forward, you pressed a quick kiss to his very soft looking, plump lips. Yunho was caught off guard, not having expected that at all but not complaining either. In the few hours you had maybe spent together, there was something completely undeniable there.

Now admittedly, the kiss was too long for it to be a peck and that was because Yunho could’ve sworn he tasted strawberry on your lips. It left him wanting more, so he deepened the kiss and for a moment you forgot your hands were covered in wet clay. You cupped his face, only for him to laugh against your lips and you realised your mistake.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry.” You said, pulling away and looking at your hand prints on his cheeks. Yunho couldn’t stop laughing, maybe because of how ridiculously funny the situation was or maybe because of the pure joy he was feeling. “I got too caught up - I- I- completely forgot my hands were-.” You explained in frustration, really wanting to cover your face in embarrassment but deciding against it with better judgement.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Can you just maybe wash your hands and then hand me that washcloth by the sink?” He asked and you did as told quickly bringing him the damp cloth to help him get your marks off of him. His cheeks and ears were flushed the whole time as you did so, eyes following your movements and reading the concern on your face. “It’s really okay.” Yunho laughed, comforting you a little more but you couldn’t help but stay embarrassed. “It’s definitely a story to tell. Not my best first kiss admittedly.” You said and pushed your hair out of your face, not your brightest moment most definitely.

“I mean, I could act like it didn’t happen. Or we could just have a do over?” Yunho suggested, placing the cloth down on the counter and looking at you with a cheeky smile. He just wanted to make sure it was really strawberry he was tasting on your lips. “A do-over?” You asked, crossing your arms and looking up at him.

His hands came up to your waist, pulling you a tad closer by the belt loops of your overalls before leaning down to your level again. You cupped his face, allowing your thumbs to run over the smooth skin of his cheeks and smilled to yourself. “Oh sunshine, you’re just the cutest.” He said softly and closed the space inbetween you too. This was it, this was what it was supposed to feel like. Butterflies flying around your stomach and your heart pounding in your chest because of how badly you wanted to kiss someone. This was right.

Your hands moved from his cheeks to his hair as he deepened the kiss, tasting that sweet strawberry flavor again and making a mental note to ask you about it later. His hands held your waist gently, not moving in any way in fear of overstepping his boundaries.

Pulling away again, this time with a considerable less amount of embarrassment, you placed your hands on his chest gently. “You see, that’s what I was trying to do.” You said softly, toying with the fabric of his shirt. “I figured.” He said in response, letting eachother go in the process. “Your lips taste like strawberries, as if you couldn’t get any more sweet.” Yunho commented, just looking at you with mild disbelief as you sat behind the pottery wheel again. You knew exactly why you tasted that way, you were experimenting with strawberry creme for on top of cupcakes and had to taste test it.

“Come by the café some more and I’ll show you why.” You smiled cheekily and started to spin the wheel again, wanting to finish your vase. “Hmm, sounds good. It sounds like another date.”

“That’ll be 7.50.” You said cheerily before going to pour her coffee and grab her 2 slices of coffee cake. You handed her, her items and waved her out of the store before letting out a sigh. There was a dip in how busy it was and you had a moment to relax.

“I just noticed that your customer service voice is the same as your regular voice.” Hongjoong said from the table closest to your counter. He had been coming in on his breaks to hang out and talk and well this was one of those times. “Is it? I never noticed.” You asked with a raised brow, Hongjoong shook his head at you. “I can’t believe your just genuinely that sweet.” He commented and went back to looking on his phone.

“Of course Y/N’s that sweet.” Yunho’s voice came in from behind you, knowing he came in through the back. His hands moved to your hips from behind and rested his head on your shoulder. “They even smell cake 90% of the time.” He added on before kissing your cheek. This earned a blush from you and a sigh coupled with an eyeroll from Hongjoong.

“Disgustingly cute.” Hongjoong grumbled, standing from his seat and grabbing his coffee. “I’ll be taking this to go.” He added, leaving your cafe to give you both a shred of privacy.

Laughing, you turned around in Yunho’s arm and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Hi.” You said softly, toying with the hairs on the back of his neck. A few months in and you were incredibly close, ridiculously in love. The whole neighborhood knew, the whole neighborhood thought it was disgustingly cute and well you were incredibly happy.

“Hi.” He said back, leaning you backwards to press you against your counter. He had been missing you all day, all week more like. With the school breaks on top of general vacation days, business had been going quite well. But that also meant a little less time together. Which was alright, that was healthy but God Yunho was missing you.

He kissed your cheek, moving his lips over your skin lightly to pay you some special attention because there was no one in the cafe anyways and there was just something about getting you so flustered.

“What’s gotten into you?” You asked, taking a deep breath as his lips moved over your neck and down to the neckline of your dress. “When can I get you alone for more than 5 minutes?” Yunho asked, pulling his lips away from you again. He could tell you were breathing a little heavier and your cheeks were flushed, exactly what he wanted.

“I think I have more than 5 minutes of alone time after work.” You explained, only for his lips to find the base of your neck again. His hands were now massaging your sides, bunching up your dress slightly when the bell of your door rang.

“I forgot my phone and I’m glad I saw this so that I can leave a bad review on yelp.” Hongjoong said and you both pulled away from eachother quite quickly. “Come by the shop after you close up okay sunshine?” Yunho said, trying to hide his embarrassment as Hongjoong gave him a dirty look.

“I will.” You said, quickly pecking his lips one more time before he exited your shop. You were a total shade of pink because of the way Hongjoong was looking at you. “Don’t say anything.” You said, pointing your finger in his direction the second Yunho left. He started laughing, grabbing his phone from the table. “You two are so in love it’s disgusting. Get married already, have coffee filled, artsy babies.” He teased and you shook your head. “It seems like you two were half way there already, wonder what would’ve happened if I didn’t walk in.” He added and you turned away, suddenly feeling the need to keep your hands busy.

“Probably nothing, we haven’t gone that far. Doubt it would’ve happened in broad daylight, in an open café.” You said, now wiping down a fully clean counter to get out of your own mind. You wanted to take that next step with Yunho and he seemingly wanted to take that step too.

So you made your way over to his shop after closing, checking the way you looked in the reflection on the windows before entering. You weren’t nervous, at all actually. Everything felt certain with him and so did this. You instantly walked to studio portion of his shop, anticipation in your chest as you pushed the door open.

“Hey you closed early.” Yunho said as he cleaned his counter by the sink. “I did. Thought maybe we could stretch those 5 minutes into a few hours.” You said softly, walking behind him to hug him from behind. You missed him the last few days too, you were definitely realising it while holding him. “You can’t just kiss me like that in the middle of the day and leave.” You mumbled against him as his hands found your, drawing shapes into your skin with his fingers.

“Sorry about the inconvenience.” He chuckled and pulled you to stand in front of him, wedging you between him and the counter. “Big inconvenience. I’ve been thinking about you all day.” You leaned back onto the counter as Yunho took a step forward. His thigh, wedging between your legs as he did so. He was completely hovering over you, hands finding purchase on your hips. “Maybe that’s what I wanted.” His voice was a tone lower than normal, making your tongue dart out to wet your lips.

You grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him close because you really couldn’t wait much longer and kissed him. Yunho loved it when he brought you to that point because he found it oh so endearing when you needed him so badly.

Using his hands, he lifted you up onto the counter fully making your dress bunch up slightly. His hands moved down to the newly exposed flesh of your thighs as his tongue slipped into your mouth. This, this was what drove him insane because everytime he kissed your lips you tasted so sweet.

You tugged his hair as his grip on you tightened, making him groan against your lips. “How do you do it, you always taste so sweet?” He asked with his forehead pressed against yours. You leaned forward a little, making your core come into contact with his denim clad thigh and you whimpered before answering him. “That’s for me to know and you to be amazed by.” Shaking his head at your answer, he pressed his lips to yours again absolutely not caring if it was sloppy or not.

He continued to pull your hips down, making your core rub over his thigh and you couldn’t help but pull his hair harshly. This made him nip down on your bottom lip before moving his hands to hike up the skirt of your dress. He was absolutely obsessed with how soft your skin was in his hands every new inch that was revealed, didn’t disappoint.

Moving his lips down your neck again, he made sure to nip down on your skin and making you gasp. Yunho was going with intent to leave marks, there was just something that made him compelled to do so. His hands moved to your waist to drag you closer to edge of the counter and closer to him. His fingertips finding the hem of your panties to toy with them, making heat pool between your legs even more.

His mouth stopped at the neckline of your dress, before he looked up at you. “Can I take this off?” He asked, tugging on your dress slightly. The little question making heat rise to your cheeks. “Yes, you can.” You answered softly, helping him lift the fabric off of your body. You were about to throw your dress to the side when took it from you, folding it before laying it down gently on a chair. You sat, kicking your legs slightly as you watched him because the action made your heart flutter.

“Don’t want your dress to get dirty.” He said, turning back around to look at you. He could feel his heart stop a moment, you were incredibly just so incredibly beautiful to him. The dim lit room, coupled with your slightly swollen lips, pink cheeks and the fact that you were sitting there in nothing but your underwear, it was driving him insane.

“God you look...” Yunho started, walking back to you to wrap his arms around your bare waist. You curled his hair between your fingers, looking him the eyes. “Absolutely beautiful.” His eyes sparkled as he spoke, making your whole body fill with warmth as he looked at you. You wrapped your legs around him, to pull him even closer to you. “I’m feeling a little self conscious here. Can you maybe?” You didn’t finish your sentence, just tugging on his shirt in hopes he’d get the message. He pulled it off of him and simply threw it on the ground, not giving it the same care he gave your dress. “I don’t care if that gets dirty.” He said before kissing your lips quickly and sinking down to his knees.

Eye level with your core, he traced his fingers over your clothed slit slowly, looking at you to see your response. Your eyes were shut up and your lips were agape, body tensing as his finger grazed your clit. That was enough for him to hook his fingers into the lace, tugging your panties down your legs. You brought your hand to your face, taking your thumb between your teeth as Yunho pulled your legs over his shoulders.

He feathered kisses over your thighs, squeezing them as he did so and inching closer and closer to where you needed him. “You’re going to tease me when I’ve already been thinking about you all day?” You asked, voice muffled by your own hand. He looked up at you again, eyes darker and blinking at you. “Yes, because it seems to be working.” He answered, dragging his fingers over your slit. “You’re so wet, Sunshine.” He finished, kissing your clit lightly and your hips bucked for more friction.

He looked up at you one more time, taking a mental image of you with your finger caught between your teeth just staring at him before kissing you again. Allowing his tongue to move over your folds and tasting you. You attempted to clamp your legs shut at the sensation only for him to hold them open, not allowing you to go anywhere as he ate you out. Lips wrapping around your clit and making you moan out loud. Your hand moved to grip his hair, just wanting him even closer to you because fuck... he was making you feel so good.

“Yunho-” You moaned, making his fingertips dig further into your thighs. “Sunshine, you even taste sweet.” He commented, kissing your thighs again as you tugged on his hair for more. “Baby please don’t stop.” You begged, nearly pouting as you did so because you were oh so close to cumming.

He stood back up, face now level with yours again and you whined. “Relax.” He said softly, hand trailing down your body before cupping your core. His finger teased your hole while the other hand cupped your face, slipping a finger into and watching every expression as he did so. Yunho thrust his fingers into you harshly as your mouth fell open again. Eyes locked onto Yunho’s as he drew you closer and closer to your orgasm. Your fingers clawed at his arms as the coil in your stomach tightened. “Yunho, please.” You whined, feeling him insert another finger and stretching you out.

He sped up his pace, feeling you tighten around his fingers and the scratching down his arms get harder. “Come on, cum for me sunshine.” He pressed his forehead against yours as you let out a small scream that faded into a whine. The coil bursting as his fingers continued thrusting into you. Your face burried into his neck as you held onto him, needing something to brace yourself with.

He watched you slump into his arms, using his hand that was holding your face to now stroke your hair. “You’re alright.” He cooed, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of his hardon pressing against his jeans. You kept your face in his neck as your hands moved from his arms down his chest and torso. Trailing down the faint outline of abs as your hands went down, resting on the button of his jeans as you finally looked at him again.

“I love you.” You said softly, as if it was a secret and you were in a crowded room. Your fingers undid his jeans, not waiting on a response from him. If he wasn’t there yet, he wasn’t there.

“Hey.” He cupped your face again, making your focus now be solely on him. You hardly gave him time to respond to your confession before you went undo his jeans, he needed you to focus on what he was going to say because he could tell you were scared for his answer.

“Relax, Sunshine. I love you too.” He said, taking in the way your eyes widened at his words. “I- I- can I?” You stuttered, gesturing to his jeans. “Yes, yes you can.” He laughed, continuing to cup your face as you undid his jeans and dragged the zipper down. He hummed as your fingers grazed his hard on, gripping your face a little tighter making you smile.

“Now who’s teasing?” He asked you and you giggled, only for him to shake his head. He grabbed your hands and pulled them off of his jeans so that he could pull them down, together with his briefs. “Can’t deal with what you dish out?” You asked and he shook his head, placing his hand next to your hips on the counter. “Not nearly as well.” He admitted and you wrapped your legs around his bare waist to pull him against you.

His free hand gripped the base of his cock as he rubbed it over your folds. You held the back of his neck, watching his actions before he slipped into you slowly. Your nails dug into his skin, making goosebumps coat his skin as he sheathed himself into you fully. The whimper you let out of was like music to his ears and the way you felt wrapped around him was better than he dreamed of.

Yunho gave you a moment to adjust before wrapping his arms around your waist and almost picking you up off of the counter. It caught you by surprise making you hold onto him even tighter. “Fuck Yunho.” You hummed, as he started thrusting into you, using the leverage he had gotten from holding you. His pace picked up, fucking into you slowly as your sounds filled his studio.

“You feel so good, Sunshine.” He praised, a low moan leaving his mouth afterwards as you scratched down his back. He thrusted a bit harder and faster, needing a taste of that sweet release because he too had been thinking about you all day.

“Right there-” You choked out as he hit your sweet spot, the heels of your feet digging into his thighs. He pressed his face into your neck, placing kisses everywhere he could reach and sucking even more marks into your skin. He continued actions, making you tighten around him very quickly. He let go of your waist to place one of his hands by your side on the counter and the other down to rub your clit, giving him leverage to bring you both to the edge quickly. Your hands moved to his arms, scratching down them as well just adding to the pleasure he was going through.

“Sunshine, I’m really close.” He moaned out, hips staggering slightly as he continuously rubbed your clit. You pet his hair, drawing his attention back to your face and that was it for him. You looked oh so fucked out and the way you were holding on to him, it was enough to send him over the edge. His hips stopped as he came inside of you, head drooping and beautiful loud moans leaving him as he did so. However, his fingers never stopped circling your clit and threw you over the edge with him.

He was a mess, moaning at the feeling of you contracting around him and the overstimulation of it. The way you felt holding on to him, stroking his skin as you both calmed down. He was now holding you close against his chest, still resting inside you for a moment as you caught your breaths.

“I meant it you know, when I said I love you back.” Yunho’s voice was soft spoken as he pet your hair. “I know.” You said as you traced over his arm. “Good, just wanted to make sure you knew I didn’t just say it because we were having sex.” He explained, body leaving yours and making you sigh.

“I know I definitely didn’t just say it because of that.” You said as he handed you back your underwear. “That’s good.” He smiled at you that goofy smile, eyes filled with love. You shook your head, before grabbing his face gently and pulling him for another quick kiss. You just really wanted him to know that you meant it.

“Come on, let’s go to my place. Maybe watch a movie, eat dinner, have round 2. All of the options are allowed.” He said laughing before handing you your dress, as you rolled your eyes at his words.

“Ah Sunshine, I love you to bits.”

“The back of Yunho’s neck looks like he’s been mauled by a tiger, you wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with that?” Hongjoong asked as he entered Yunho’s shop the next day. He had to run errands and asked you to watch his shop for a moment, so there you were sitting behind his counter and painting a piece of pottery you had helped him make not to long before.

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.” You said, needing to bite on your lips to contain your smile as you continued to paint the clay. “Uh-huh, tell that to those hickies all over your neck.” He commented and you looked at him. “Do you ever spend time in your own store?” You asked in frustration and he started laughing, pointing at you. “I knew it!” He laughed and you shook your head. “Okay, okay. Shut up about it.” You hid your face in your hands, feeling how beat red you were.

“Fine, fine, I’ll stop teasing.” Hongjoong joked, walking around the shelves of pottery. No one else was in the shop, so the conversation wasn’t entirely inappropriate. “But it was good though? No hiccups, no awkward situations?” He asked and you could only smile at the thought of it all. “No, nothing awkward.” You said and he stood in front of the counter again.

“I told him I love him for the first time.” You added quickly, simply going back to painting. “Wait, you did? For the first time? It took you both that long?” Admittedly Hongjoong wasn’t wrong, but you had felt love for him a long time ago. There just wasn’t a desire to vocalize it just yet, on either end. “I mean it was obvious that you too loved eachother, I’m just surprised it took you so long to say it.” Hongjoong explained and you nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. But sometimes it’s better to just wait until there’s that moment. That perfect moment to say it.” Last night was most definitely that moment for you.

The store bell made you both redirect your attention to the door. Only for Yunho to pop his head in and look at you. “I was half way to the store when I realised that I didn’t ask you needed anything.” He said, smiling at you with stars in his eyes. “You could’ve just texted me.” You smiled back as Hongjoong watched the interaction. “I could’ve, but I would rather just walk back and see you instead.” He explained and Hongjoong laughed.

“You two, you two are something else.” Hongjoong commented and Yunho shook his head. “But you don’t need anything?” He asked and you shook your head. “No, I got all I need.” You said and he nodded before going to leave again. “I love you, Sunshine.” He said quickly, shutting the door behind him. “I love you too.” You said smiling, knowing he couldn’t hear you anymore but still taking the time to do it. Hongjoong rolled his eyes at you and opened his mouth to say something.

“As disgusting as you two are, how cute you are together makes up for it.”

A/N: Feedback is kind!

I’m not completely satisfied with the ending but I still like this story alot. Sometimes you just need some happy stories. I hope you guys enjoy!

#yunho #yunho smut #ateez #ateez smut #ateez reactions #ateez reaction

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pillow-anime-talk · 4 years ago

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genshin month ; seventh day.

synopsis: The gentle reprimand turned into a huge argument, but... you just couldn’t pass by a young man who didn’t care for himself at all.

# tags: scenario; current relationship; romance; mild drama; crying; scaramouche is an asshole, but i promise it’s a fluff; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. scaramouche {genshin impact}

“Hey, baby, it’s pretty late... Umm, I think you should finish your job and get some rest. I can prepare you a warm bath. Sounds good?” You timidly approached your beloved one, who had been spending time uninterruptedly in his small office for several hours, surrounded by thick and old books, still unopened letters and suspicious papers. So the young man looked at you over his shoulder, and then snorted, returning his full attention to the parchment on which he wrote a lengthy message to the other ten members of Fatui.

You sighed under your breath at his behavior and decided to get a little closer to his sitting person. You finally touched both of his tense arms and was about to open your mouth to remind him again of taking care of his own health and to offer him some warm tea and his favorite peanut-flavored cookies, but Scaramouche quickly pushed your warm fingers away as he looked at yours a bit surprised face with an angry expression.

“Scaram...”

“Can you leave me the hell alone? I think you can see that I am doing something important and I have no time for your stupid whims and childish behavior.” His voice was mocking and upset, and you took a step back, silently apologizing; surprise was an emotion that was most apparent in your body language. “Ahh. Don’t apologize to me ‘cause I’m sure you will do the same afterwards. Can you... just leave me alone and disappear from my sight? Thanks.” He asked, but his eyes were still placed on the yellowed paper and the black ink surrounding the long bird feather.

“Oka... No.” You clenched your two fists, then closed your shiny eyes, opening them after a short moment. “No, I won’t let you alone. You don’t sleep, you don’t eat anything, you haven’t even rested for several days! You are busy with your work all the time and you aren’t at home, and if you show up here, you don’t even dare to greet me like a normal partner does! Additionally I...”

“All right, are you done? Then you can leave or whatever.”

You opened your eyes wider, feeling the first tears welling up in your corners. Your lower lip trembled and your fists clenched even tighter; you almost felt that your fingernails pierce your soft skin and form small, white crescents.

“You are insolent. I’m not surprised that everyone in Fatui and the city hates you.” You turned your body, and when you left the room you still didn’t get an answer to your last statement.

Perhaps because you were right, and Scaramouche knew it, and simply didn’t have the courage to confirm those hard-to-swallow words.

{ ･ﾟ✧ }

From two hours you were sitting at the kitchen table, trying to occupy your own thoughts with something more down-to-earth and with something to help you calm down; so you decided to pull out some colored paints and paint a set of mugs that until now was – to be honest – boring and completely white. You added some pretty flowers, little birds and butterflies, which made them look much more charming and homely. You even smiled when you finished painting the fourth cup and put it back to dry.

Meanwhile, the navy-blue-haired boy had been watching you from a few short minutes, wondering whether to come up to you and apologize or just let you know with a low cough in his own hand that he’s here. Eventually, however, he left the safe place behind the oak doorframe, and as soon as he approached the square table, he grabbed your hand with his slightly larger one.

“Hey...”

“Hmm? What are you doing here? You didn’t want to see me and you told me to leave you alone, if I remember correctly.” You grunted as you pushed your hand away and dipping your brush in thick, red paint. Scaramouche sighed and his throat felt indescribably dry. Of course, he knew he had crossed the line and shouldn’t take out his stupid emotions on you.

You were literally the only person around him who was always nice to him, who truly loved him, who would do anything for him to keep him happy and safe. Why then did he act so... horrible towards you? Is it because of stress and work? Maybe ‘cause of the fact that he had an argument with Signora? Or maybe by subordinates who have recently shown incompetence? There were so many reasons, but none of them were you and the male knew he had screwed up so badly.

“Sweetheart...? I’m... s-sorry.”

An apology on his part was rare. He didn’t apologize to his associates, strangers or even ‘friends’. So you turned your head and looked at him with a little confusion.

“... And that’s new.” You laughed as you put the wooden brush and cup on the wood. “You hurt me, you know that? I didn’t expect this from you.”

“I know, and I feel gross about it. But... But know that you are the only person I care about and I don’t want you to be sad because of me. I’m done with my work and I think tomorrow... we can go on a date? You’ve talked recently about wanting to see other cities...” He turned his face so that you wouldn’t notice the tiny blushes on his cheeks, but you could clearly see the cute, pinkish color on his ears and nose.

“The most I wish you would never be like this again to me; and lest I have to say such ugly things in defense. I am sorry about that too... I just... you know I’m just worried and I want you to forget about your work sometimes and focus on yourself. Umm, since you are free now... maybe you want to help me decorate these cups? I would be very, very happy.” You suggested, synchronously touching his cool knuckles and smiling as gently as possible.

The Sixth Member of Fatui was more than glad to join you and make amends for his previous nasty behavior. Plus, you both knew that this stupid quarrel only brought you closer to each other and also showed that you were honest with your feelings towards the dark-haired man; you really cared about him, and the boy appreciated it... indescribably much.

previous day ; kaeya ♡ next day ; fischl and rest of elecro users

#— ⛩️#genshin impact month #genshin impact challenge #genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x y/n #genshin impact scaramouche #scaramouche #scaramouche imagines #scaramouche scenarios #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n

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anomymous-writers · 3 years ago

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♡ The drunk squad♡

desc | headcanon for the squad called ‘the drunk squad’ inculding, herb cookie, sparkling, mint cookie, and vampire cookie and reader

ships | vampire cookie x reader, herb x reader, sparkling x reader, mint x cookie

word count | to lazy lol

vampire cookies

vampire cookie will flirt with a random guys that come into the bar and sit beside him, herb will be a bitch up if they flirt back though

vampire cookie might be flirty or just might be a fucking dumbass, it’s mostly the dumbasses side most of the time.

gay what did you think lol??

he likes biting necks over biting any other part of the body

he doesn’t enjoy kissing much since herb/sparkling/mint/y/n tongue always rubbed on his teeth, usually stabbing it.

mint and him aren’t really romantic into each-other,

but there was one day, when vampire cookie had a bit too much, and mint and him, we’re in the bathroom waiting for herb. vampire didn’t know how it happened, but suddenly he was digging into the darker dough (skin) cookie, tricking down to their hair and taking a small munch, the bittiness flavor like toothpaste, his body gagged, then he’d lost his lunch that day.

he usual gets drunk and passes out usual in very weird pose for much..

he’ll bite you’re lips whenever you kisses and hold you’re waist heeling you over, only holding you’re body by a small string of his hands tired around you

‘‘i’m horny and drunk and sparkling ran out of my favorite stuff so can i just like bite you’re neck and drain you of you’re blood fluid?’‘

herb cookie

herb actually doesn’t like drinking that much, but since all of his friends drink he kinda just deals with it?? he doesn’t wanna make his friends uncomfortable or anything but

herbs likes everybody in he’s relationships, he’s mostly romantic with all of them even if their not in an an actual relationship.

actually herb doesn’t like the idea of it at all, it not likes he’s open,

if he was a human, he’d come from a small green-ish forest town where long stretch of water and forest everywhere you see. He’d like bike riding but soon gain a passion of gardening.

hand-holding in a bar standing outside in the cold since herb is super embassed to be around other adults doing adult stuff wishing to return back but doesn’t wanna tell all his friends so he just tell you

herb doesn’t like being sexually, a peck on a cheek could please him,

one day he tired to drink and he vomit all over the bathroom and that turned out terrible.

all of the drunk party came to make sure he was okay when he was in the hospital for stomach flu.

just like fooling around in the bar with his friends and sometimes a bit romance with them in their, everything cool and the groups of boys and you are great friends.

sparkling cookie

is the therapy friends, since he works at a bar where people trying to hide the pain away with drinking he usual deals with crazy cookies coming in and spilling all their problems and bear over his desk. he doesn’t mind it though

herb and sparkling are totally into each-other and the other members are also their boyfriend but they’re the main partners

he’ll ruff you’re hair and great you with a smug smile light skimming the tip to you.

the first time you came into the bar meeting all of the squad sparkling was the first one you liked, his charmed and ‘don’t care’ attiude drawed you in.

he’ll shake a drink in his hands holding it on with a slim grip staring at you.

he’s not very a top person BUT will pull anything slick with you, he’ll spin you around with just a twirl of the buttery fingers, slip you’re chin with his card as you just stare at him a flavor smell of booze and fish and chips for some reason.

one night he was a drink and tired to have a push-up race but he failed terrible and vampire cookie stepped on him, I SWEAR IT WAS THAT KINKY

when he’s drinking, YOU KNOW HE”S DRINKING!-

He actually doesn’t get drunk much, he’s basically god when it comes to alcohol, he could drinks 3 wines 9 shots and 5 shots and not even faint,

unless all of those lowers than 70% or at least 30% he can’t handle anything over 70% of alcohol, he’ll get sick and get super lighted headed and sit on the cold flooring and take a long nap in their, usual in his own vomit.

mint cookie

he’ll play his violin when he’s at the bar

he’ll sing specially song just for his buds and it’s like super cute and super corny and omg-

kissing on both cheek, not french but the fuck cares he just thinks it cute.

when christmas locks in he’ll put on little mistletoe everywhere for all the guess so he can have an excuse to see his favorite ships kissing

mint is just a very boringly nice person, like he’ll save a spot for you and he’s wholesome but like he’s not that interesting ngl-

if he chose music over you and the drunking squad. he’d pick music ngl

his favorite movie is high-school musical and he mumbles the lyric when he’s drunk.

french, just french

mint acts like a classic mature boy but he’s just a dumb violin player.

and he’s like super dumb, like dumber than a toaster. also he lives just giving up on the group, he’ll say ‘’oh god why did i date you guys’’ acting like some disappointing father-

he imagine if he starts singing then everybody will start singing along with him and make into a big musical like you see in disney musical and everybody will get along.

did i mention he ships everybody in the bar, he does, he totally does.

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costellos · 4 years ago

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❥ ┋ ❝ gojo, nanami, & the things that make them flustered!

anonymous said: blush with gojo and nanami! // nanami + blush for the valentines game // blush with nanami + gojo? also ur writing and characterization is amazing 💗💕

a/n: damn u guys really wanna see these dudes embarrass themselves, huh. it would be a shame if I... embarrassed them w u..... (also, I’m sending besitos to the last anon. thank you for the kind words, friend!)

tw: none.

ask game: 💌 15 valentine’s day questions (closed!)

disclaimer: I’m anime-only outside of the prequel, so apologies if my character interpretations aren’t accurate.

gojo satoru.

Gojo gets flustered when you go out of your way to repay him.

he stops by a specific café anytime he handles a mission downtown. it’s nothing extravagant, just a little shop run by a lovely couple whose kids have all left from home. their specialty lies in cookies. because most of his missions are downtown and because he always brings you back something, it wasn’t hard for you to find a favorite flavor.

Gojo, however, is more of a mystery. his tastes fluctuate on the regular. sometimes he comes back with matcha white chocolate for himself, sometimes with red velvet. it depends on his mood, he says.

the truth is, though, Gojo and you share the same favorite flavor. your favorite is the café’s most popular. because his missions typically run in the evenings, he often catches the couple right before close. it’s rare that they have more than one cookie left of that type. hence, he always saves it for you.

you didn’t realize it until you stopped by the café yourself during an early-morning mission. the wife mentioned it to you in passing while ringing you up, commenting how sweet your partner is. that’s when the lightbulb switched on.

you present a paper bag to him once he gets home later that day. he recognizes the label immediately. and while he expects your favorite and something random for himself, what he finds instead is a bag filled with that special cookie. there’s at least 10, far more than he could’ve asked for. but not just in cookies — the thought itself. it’s something so small yet... so significant to him. he responds by pinching your cheeks, scolding you for spending so much money on him, before easing his grip to cup your face in his hands. he leans his forehead on yours, partly to hide his blush, but mostly to allow himself to be close to you. ↳ “that was really dumb, you know that? don’t repay me like this again. hell, just don’t repay me at all. I do this because I love you, stupid.”

nanami kento.

Nanami gets flustered when you stand on your tiptoes to kiss him.

it doesn’t take a genius to recognize that he’s a no-nonsense man. he hates wasting his time. moreover, he hates having to put more effort into a task than what’s necessary. he says all that he needs to say, never more, never less. it’s not a lie to say Nanami intimidated you before you really got to know him.

when you did get to know him, you quickly found that Nanami is much warmer than he lets on. you took him for the kind of person who just... wouldn’t compliment you. and that’s true, to an extent. he offers praise only as he sees fit. with you, that’s always. he frequently mentions how lovely you look, how efficiently you handle missions. when he isn’t complimenting you, he’s doting over how much sleep you got or if you’re eating properly.

he keeps the relationship professional in front of other sorcerers. in private, he’s so much more open. there’s still a little edge to him, but it’s since rounded out. he’s so much softer than you ever took him for.

that softness makes itself apparent anytime you kiss him. there’s an evident height difference between you and him. and sure, you don’t have to stand on your tiptoes to reach him. you can comfortably kiss him if he just bends down. but something about reaching for him from the balls of your feet, so desperate to touch him, makes it so much more satisfying.

maintaining a calm image never seemed to be that difficult for Nanami. not until he met you, that is. a low huff comes from his nostrils every damn time you do this. not because he’s annoyed, but you always make him feel so... lost. not in a bad way. the kind of way where nothing makes sense, but where everything feels okay. lost, not adrift. ↳ “you know I hate wasting my time. but I want you to know that never includes you. so please, go slow with me. I don’t want to rush this.”

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teddy06writes · 4 years ago

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Jealousy; Turning Saints Into The Sea

requested by this anon: “Hello i really like your writing especially the poly relationships cuz i dont see a lot of those often! I was wondering if you could do a poly Dream x Sapnap X reader request where they are together but Dream and sapnap get jealous of each other because sometimes you spend more time with one of them more than the other”

{Ayo Teddy06 with the Killers reference}

{Yes I just referred to myself in the third person, I’m writing this intro very tired leave me alone}

{Also holy shit you guys thanks for the 600 followers! Why did that even happen?! I did not except to get this popular back in November but here we are, with a bunch of people for some reason enjoying my content?? Idk. Real talk thank you so much for this you guys, every time I get the notification that people are interacting with my stuff it makes me so happy! Thank you all for everything}

Dream x Sapnap x reader

trigger warnings: a few swears

premise: your boyfriends have a tendency to compete for your attention, both typically jealous of whatever separate time the other gets with you

(y/f/f)- your favorite flavor

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“(y/n)! Open the door!”

“Yeah it’s cold out here!”

You sighed, hauling yourself off the couch and heading over to the door, “Did you idiots forget your keys?”

The door swung open to your boyfriends, both with there hands full of groceries, leaving you to scramble out of the way as they started inside, “You do realize you can take multiple trips right?”

“Where's the fun in that?” Nick chuckled.

“Besides, if we did that the Ice cream would melt.” Dream added, setting his bags down.

“You got ice cream?” You asked, “What kind?”

“(y/f/f) obviously.” He scoffed.

Nick elbowed him, “He almost forgot what kind.”

“That’s not true!”

“Is too!”

You rolled your eyes as they continued to bicker, slowly beginning to put away the groceries.

You sighed, letting your head fall down onto your desk.

“You okay?” Nick called.

“Yeah, ‘m just tired of work.”

He leaned into your office, “You should take a break, c’mon, we can make cookies or something.”

You nodded, “You’ve convinced me.”

“Good.” He grinned, grabbing your hand to tug you up out of your seat.

Out in the kitchen you began to grab bowls and ingredients, “So what’s Dream up too?”

“I dunno, probably off manipulating minors on Tommy’s stream.” Nick shrugged, grabbing the sugar off the shelf.

“Rip.” You chuckled.

Soon the cookies were being put in the oven, and you and Nick were laughing happily as you hopped up to sit on the counter.

“You less stressed now?” Nick asked.

You leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. “Yeah.”

He chuckled, pecking at your lips again.

“What the hells going on in here?” Dream asked, having wandered in.

You grinned, “We’re making cookies.”

“Yeah, making cookies.” Dream scoffed.

Nick pointed to the oven, “Yeah we were Green Boy.”

“pfff shut up!” Dream smacked at his hand.

You rolled your eyes at there antics.

“Why are you being like a cat?” You chuckled, running your hands through Dream’s hair.

He smiled from where he was laying with his head in your lap, “Maybe I am one.”

“Ehhhh, I like Patches better.”

“Betrayal!” He exclaimed dramatically.

You grinned, looking up as Nick came out into the living room, “Dude why are you cuddling without me?!”

Dream smirked at him smugly, “What’re you gonna do about it?”

Before Nick could retort you rolled your eyes, “You guys are idiots, I can cuddle two people at once, c’mere.”

Almost reluctantly Nick came to sit on your other side, tucking his head into the crook of your neck.

Everything was quiet for a moment until you asked, “Why’s there so much jealousy lately?”

“Turning saints into the sea.” Dream muttered.

“Swimming through sick lullabies.” Nick chuckled.

“Chocking on your alibi’s.” You added relucantly, holding back a laugh.

“But that’s just the price I pay, destiny is calling me, open up my eager eyes- cause I’m Mr. Brightside!” You all finished together, breaking into laughter.

“I hate you guys sometimes.” You muttered.

“No you don’t.”

“You love us and you know it.”

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scarletwinterxx · 4 years ago

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End to Start pt. 3 - Jaehyun AU

Hello lovelies! this part took awhile to write but she’s here, i hope you like it! I enjoy reading your feedbacks😊🤍

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“But like how rich is he?”

“Rich enough to buy this building three four times over” you mumbled, not really paying much attention to Jungwoo and more on the cake you’re trying to decorate

“And you broke up with him? Wah noona” you looked over at him with a glare, signaling him to shut up.

It was the day after the gala, you were supposed to take the day off but you’d rather keep yourself busy than overthink at home. Thus why you’re here now at the cafe with a very nosy Jungwoo beside you with his 100 questions after finding out you dated the Jung Jaehyun.

“I’m three seconds away from kicking you out of this store permanently”

“That’s the third time I heard that, this month” he smiled at you, walking back to the kitchen to grab the other pastries to be displayed. It’s still pretty early and it’s the weekend so you don’t expect that many people right now.

“So is he the guy you dated when you were in college?”

“Yes”

“You didn’t say he owned a big company”

“Are we playing 20 questions right now? Go serve the customers” you pushed him to the side when you heard the bell right, going back to what you were doing and letting Jungwoo deal with it.

“Goodmorning, what can I get you today?”

“Two iced americano please”

Hold up, you know that voice. You don’t even have to look up to see who it was, “Is that all? Would you like to try some of our cakes and pastries? It’s good to pair with the coffee” Jungwoo said, still clueless about who he’s currently talking to

“Is that green tea with pistachio? I’ll take a slice of that” it just so happens it was the cake you were currently setting up.

“Sure thing, is that all?” After taking his order, the guy walked to a vacant table.

“Noona, should I set you up with that guy? He was looking at you, plus he looks handsome and rich”

“Jungwoo”

“Mhm?”

“Shut up”

You were preparing the order when the bell rang again, “Goodmorning, welcome to the cafe” Jungwoo greeted happily.

“Oh, looks like he’s with someone” that made you halt for a second but quickly shaking it away. Passing the tray over to Jungwoo, “Here, go serve this and please stop being nosy”.

Jaehyun wanted to visit the cafe for some time now, but he didn’t want it to seem like he’s stalking you. He already knew you know how to bake, your cookies were his favorite. You used to bake those for him after exams as a way to cheer him up.

He didn’t know the first time he’ll be visiting here is when he’s about to break-up with his current ‘girlfriend’, with you standing only a few meters away. But after last night’s gala, Chungha called him suddenly asking if they could talk.

“Here’s your order, is there anything else I could get you?” Jungwoo asked him and Chunga but the girl just shook her head with a smile, “Really? green tea cake? Your taste is so weird sometimes” she chuckled at the sight of cake on the table

“It’s one of the more unique flavors, we also have a chocolate one. It’s our bestseller” Jungwoo added, “Maybe later, thanks”

After Jungwoo walked away, the two were left alone to talk.

“Go on, just say it”

“You don’t have to act all tough all the time you know”

His eyes landing on hers, as if he was telling her to just get on with it. “We had a good run” she chuckled, “What will your parents say when the word gets out?” Jaehyun asked. He might seem like a cold guy but he does still have some empathy left in him,

“I’ll deal with it. Happiness comes at a price, it just took me this long to realize I’m willing to pay for it no matter what the cost. Maybe you should too”

Jaehyun can’t help but look over at you, you were having a conversation with the guy that took his order and was laughing at something he said. Jaehyun’s gaze made Chungha look over at the side too, in that moment she knew

“So that’s her?”

“No” he cleared his throat before drinking his coffee, “You know you can’t lie that good, not to me atleast. Or her it looks like. Word of advice though, if she’s worth it just do it”

You were doing your best to ignore the two people on the far side of your cafe, Jaehyun and the girl looked like they were having a very serious conversation. When the girl stood up you immediately busied yourself again, then someone was standing infront of the counter on the other side.

“I heard the chocolate cake is the best seller here” she said, her voice gentle and sweet. She seems like a lovely lady.

“Yea, and the chocolate chip cookies too. Would you like to try it?” you asked her with a smile of your own

“I’ll take both to go” you packed the treats yourself, passing it over to her as she hand you her payment

“Green tea cake, sounds different” she chuckled, looking at the cake with a single slice missing “Oh yea, I just like trying out flavors here and there”

“What are you talking about? You always make that, if you want to try something new, you can order that. We always have extra” Jungwoo butted in, “Will keep that in mind, my friend loves that flavor”

“Oh, friend” Jungwoo said then looking over at you, “Thanks by the way” the lady said then walked out the door.

“Friend” Jungwoo repeated with a wicked grin on

“Stop”

“But this is your chance at finally landing someone! Jihyo may be bad at setting you up maybe I can”

“No-”

“Let’s just try, see he’s walking over here”

“I said-” “Uh can I have this cake to go, please? I’ll also get the rest of it” Jaehyun said looking back and forth between you and Jungwoo

“Sure, would that be all?” you asked as if you didn’t know him

“Uhm so my boss here-” you elbowed him on the stomach, trying to stop him from continuing. “I’m here! Sorry I’m a bit late, class finished later than I thought” Sungchan announced as he enter the shop, making the three of you look over at the tall boy

“Oh, hyung what are you doing here?” he asked Jaehyun when he spotted him, “You two know each other?” Jungwoo asked from beside you

Then it clicked, you almost wanted to slap yourself. How can you be so stupid, you’re not sure.

“You’re related, how come I never put that together” you looked back and forth between the two

“You two know each other?” Sungchan asked back, “Something like that” Jaehyun mumbled. That made Jungwoo look over at you then Jaehyun then at you again, “Oh, Jung Sungchan. then you must be-”

After that stressful encounter, you chose to just call it an early day and leave the boys at the cafe. Jaehyun didn’t say much afterwards, just waited for his order then left with a few words said to his younger brother.

Add that to the list of things you were thinking about. After the gala yesterday, after seeing Jaehyun’s mom again you can’t help but overthink about things again. A big part of you itching to do what you’ve always been meaning to do, something you wish you never did.

Unable to stop yourself, you opened the door of your closet and rummaged through until you find the box stashed inside. Stuffing it in your bag before shruging your coat on, took your keys and drove off.

You've only been at their place once, that was the first and last time.

It’s what you see in movies, the typical huge mansion rich people have in movies. The Jungs were no exception, their home looked like something straight out of a magazine. Until now you feel like you shouldn’t be here.

Parking your car on the driveway, you walked towards the front door. Knocking twice and wait for someone to open the door, when it did it was just the person you wanted to see,

“Can we talk?”

Jaehyun didn’t expect the turn of events this day had, after finding out his youngest sibling works part time at your cafe ofcourse he had to know more. Telling Sungchan he’ll wait until his shift is over to drive him home.

“You didn’t tell me you work at the cafe”

“Why? would you stop me just like mom?” the younger one asked, he knew what his brother meant. With their mother there’s almost little to no room for freedom, their lives were planned out for them. As kids they were told what they should be when they grow up, expectations they had to meet, things they needed to accomplish.

“No, it’s close to my office. You could’ve just worked for me” he answered, the older brother tone gone

“Then what’s the point? Like I said, I wanted to atleast see the world on my own before mom and dad stops me. Or atleast until college” Sungchan mumbles

“If you don’t want to study the course mom and dad are making you study just tell me, I’ll help you”

“Why? They’ll just get mad at you too”

“Then they can be both mad at us, don’t make the same stupid mistakes I did. Don’t take too long to decide that this isn’t the life you don’t want to live. Just... just be you. If they won’t have that, then you’ll have me” he sincerely said, meaning every word he just said.

He wished he had someone to say that to him back then, in a way he did. You told him that.

Even if the world is against him, he’ll have your hand to hold on to.

“So, how did you know Y/N noona?”

“We went to same college” he answered, keeping it brief. After that Sungchan didn’t ask anymore questions. When they finally arrived at their home, there’s an unfamiliar car on the driveway. Assuming that it was one of their parent’s visitor,

“Are you staying the night?” Sungchan ask as they walk towards the house, “No, just came to talk to mom about something”

“Okay, well see you later” the two brothers went their own ways, Sungchan skipping up the stairs to his room while Jaehyun walk around the house looking for his mom.

What he didn’t expect was to see who she was talking to, they were at the foyer, sitting at opposite sides of the table.

“Even when I didn’t have anything to my name, I never touched a cent in that envelope. I’m ashamed I even took in the first place, that was my mistake. And I’m still paying for it until now, you got what you wanted. Jaehyun hates me”

You were talking about him with his mother?

What envelop were you talking about?

“Then why did you take it?”

“Because it was the only way you’ll stop, I thought if I took the money and disappeared you would atleast spare him, you’d let him live the way he wants to. I don’t care if he’s angry at me, he has every right to be” you answered, no sign of intimidation or fear in your voice.

But he does hear the pain, and he hated it.

“Your son is worth more than whatever you give me, that money is bitter reminder of my lowest point. But even then, I’d rather starve and have no roof over my head than spend a single cent you gave me. It’s up to you if you tell him what you did, I think we’re way past the point of going back anyways. He can’t even stand being in the same room as me. One way or another, you got what you wanted. All I want is my peace, I don’t want that with me anymore, I don’t want to keep that in the corner of my closet like the monster I’m too scared to face”

Jaehyun was trying to take all of your words in, struggling to process the truth he just accidently uncovered.

All those years he thought you left him because you didn’t love him was in fact not what really happened, His mother, surprisingly but not really, manipulated his life yet again.

“All of the money is still in there, I haven’t touched that since then. I was just waiting for the day I could finally give it back to you. I’m pretty sure you don’t need it, but neither do I” you said your final words then rose from your seat.

When you turned around to leave the place you didn’t expect to see the person standing by the door, a gasp leaving Mrs. Jung’s mouth

“Jaehyun” she said but his gaze was on you

You didn’t have to ask him, you already knew he heard it. How much? probably enough judging by the look on his face.

You looked at him with same intense stare, trying to say your apologies without saying anything at all. It feels like there’s this weight lifted off of you after you gave the envelope containing the money back to his mom. Like this time you can look him in the eyes without thinking about the money stashed away in your closet.

There are still questions floating in his mind, you could tell. But Jaehyun didn’t look as troubled as he should be, even with the overwhelming amount of questions in his head he knew this time it would be okay. You were the only answer he needed.

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