#SO WHEN IT COMES TO BE MY TURN COULD YOU SHINE IT DOWN HERE FOR HER?'
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
solxamber · 2 days ago
Note
hellooo i just needed to say your writings are like super cute theyre like my bedtime stories atp JHDJJXHS but could i request a little hurt comfort headcanon with adeuce seeing a reader who usually is always very cheerful and upbeat. Theres sometimes theyre anxious and worried but overall reader is seen as someone whos strong emotionally like nothing can bring them down. Until something does get them down with tears rolling down their eyes and theyre desperately trying to hide this side of them that they feel so vulnerable letting others see. How would the boys react to such a situation?
aww thank you <3 i didn't know if you wanted separate or together so you get both!
They react to you breaking down || Ace and Deuce
Tumblr media
Ace Trappola
Ace’s immediate reaction would be shock. He’s used to seeing you as a ball of sunshine, someone who shrugs off worries with a laugh or a witty remark. Seeing you cry? That’s uncharted territory for him, and it throws him completely off balance.
“Hey, hey, what’s with the waterworks?” he’d say, trying to keep things light-hearted, even though he’s panicking internally. But when he realizes you’re trying to hide your tears, it hits him like a ton of bricks.
Ace might not be the most emotionally articulate, but he cares deeply. He crouches down to your level, blocking your attempts to turn away from him. “You don’t have to act tough, y’know. It’s okay to be upset. Even you deserve a break from being the strong one all the time.”
He’d sit beside you, offering his sleeve (or maybe a tissue if he can find one) to wipe your tears. “Come on, talk to me. I can be serious… sometimes. I won’t even charge you for my amazing advice!” His humor is his way of trying to comfort you.
Beneath the teasing, he’s surprisingly gentle. He stays close, his presence steady and grounding, and he doesn’t leave your side until you’re ready to face the world again.
Tumblr media
Deuce Spade
Deuce would immediately panic at the sight of you crying. “W-What happened?! Did someone hurt you? Who was it? I’ll take care of it!” His first instinct is to go into overprotective mode, even if he has no idea what’s going on yet.
But when he notices you trying to hide your face, his heart aches. He’s always admired how strong and positive you are, but seeing you crumble makes him realize just how much pressure you’ve been under.
“Hey, don’t do that,” he says softly, his voice full of concern. “You don’t have to hide from me. I’m your friend—I want to help.”
Deuce would sit down beside you, his presence calm and reassuring. He might fumble a bit with his words, but his sincerity shines through. “It’s okay to cry. I… I cry too sometimes. It doesn’t make you weak. It just means you’ve been holding a lot in.”
He’d hesitate for a moment before reaching out to gently pat your shoulder or hold your hand, giving you the comfort of physical support. “Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together. You’re not alone in this.”
Deuce is the type to quietly stay by your side, letting you take the lead in how much you want to share. If words don’t help, he’s content to simply sit there, offering you a safe space to feel what you need to feel.
Tumblr media
Together
If Ace and Deuce stumble upon you crying together, they’d play off each other in their own chaotic but heartfelt way.
Ace would try to lighten the mood with jokes or teasing, but Deuce would elbow him and say, “Now’s not the time for that!”
They’d both sit with you, Ace on one side and Deuce on the other, creating a protective little bubble where you feel safe to let it all out.
Ace might gently nudge you with his shoulder and say, “Come on, you don’t have to deal with this alone. You’ve got us, remember?”
Deuce would nod earnestly, adding, “Yeah! Whatever’s bothering you, we’ll help you fix it. Or… or at least listen. We’re here for you.”
Their dynamic would be a mix of Ace’s playful energy and Deuce’s heartfelt sincerity, making you feel both comforted and loved. They’d stick with you until your tears turn into smiles, determined to remind you that you’re never alone with them around.
Tumblr media
Masterlist
236 notes · View notes
idkanymark · 1 day ago
Text
Tumblr media
[I can be a better boyfriend than him]
haechan x f!reader | kissing even if in a relationship (cheating)
INTRO: You meet Haechan at a party
warnings. cursing | cheating
Lowkey inspired by: boyfriend by Dove Cameron and All too Well short movie by Taylor Swift
----
Dating Kim Seojun was like living in a spotlight you never asked for. As one of the most popular guys on campus—star of the basketball team, president of the student council, and a business major with a bright future—he was practically royalty. Together, you were the "perfect couple," the one everyone envied. But behind the polished facade, it wasn’t always easy.
You, a quiet journalism major who preferred books over parties, felt like you were always trying to keep up. Seojun thrived in crowds, his charisma shining brightest when he was the center of attention. Meanwhile, you were the one trailing behind, trying not to fade into the background.
That’s how you found yourself at yet another party tonight—loud, chaotic, and completely not your scene. The music vibrated through the room, a heavy bassline that made it hard to think, let alone enjoy yourself. You stayed by the drink table, nursing a soda while Seojun worked the crowd.
You watched him laugh, his arm casually draped around a teammate's shoulder, his signature smile lighting up the room. He looked effortless, like he belonged here. And yet, in the two hours you'd been at the party, he'd barely acknowledged you.
It wasn’t the first time this had happened, but tonight it felt heavier. Each time you tried to approach him, someone else would grab his attention, pulling him away before he could notice you standing there, waiting.
You clenched your cup tightly, the condensation slick against your palm. The voices, the laughter, the press of bodies—it all became too much. The weight of trying to pretend you were fine made your chest tighten.
Without a word to anyone, you set your drink down and slipped outside.
The cold night air hit you like a wave, sharp and refreshing. You inhaled deeply, savoring the quiet. The party's noise was muffled now, a distant hum behind closed doors. You wandered toward the edge of the patio, leaning against the railing as you gazed out at the twinkling city lights.
It was moments like these that made you question if being the "perfect couple" was worth it. How perfect could it really be if you always felt so alone?
"Rough night?" a voice broke the silence, low and smooth.
Startled, you turned to find someone standing a few feet away. He leaned against the railing, hands tucked into the pockets of a sleek black leather jacket. His dark hair fell slightly over his eyes, and the faint glow of the streetlamp above cast shadows on his sharp features. You didn’t recognize him, but there was something magnetic about his presence.
"I didn’t think anyone noticed” you murmured, unsure whether to feel flattered or wary.
He smirked faintly, his posture casual but his gaze sharp. "It’s hard not to notice someone looking like they’re suffocating inside” He paused, his eyes flickering toward the party behind you. "Doesn’t seem like your kind of scene."
"It’s not” you admitted, crossing your arms against the chill of the night air. "But... my boyfriend loves it” The word felt heavier as it left your lips.
He tilted his head, a teasing edge to his voice. "So, you’re out here because of him?"
You hesitated, unsure how much to reveal to a stranger. "Not exactly” you replied carefully. "I just needed some space."
He nodded as if he understood, pushing off the railing and closing the distance between you ever so slightly. "Fair enough. Parties can be exhausting. I usually avoid them myself."
You glanced at him, curiosity starting to bloom despite yourself. "Then why are you here?"
"Me?" His smirk deepened, a hint of mischief glinting in his eyes. "My friend wanted to come, he loves parties. I like quiet spots. Out here is where the interesting stuff happens." He gestured toward the empty street where a sleek black motorcycle was parked.
The sight caught your attention. "Is that yours?" you asked, nodding toward the bike.
"It is” he said simply, his tone almost nonchalant, but the pride was evident.
"She’s more fun than any party could ever be."
You chuckled softly despite yourself, the tension in your chest easing just a little. "I can see that."
"I’m Haechan, by the way” he said suddenly, holding out a hand.
You hesitated for a moment before taking it. His grip was firm but not overpowering. "Y/N” you replied, your name feeling strange in his presence.
"Well, Y/N” he said, his smirk softening into something more genuine, "if you ever get tired of standing in someone else’s shadow, maybe you should try stepping into the spotlight for yourself."
The words lingered in the air between you, a challenge and an invitation all at once. Before you could respond, the patio door creaked open, and a familiar voice called out.
"Y/N?"
You turned to see Seojun stepping outside, his brows furrowed in concern—or maybe irritation. "There you are" he said, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. "I’ve been looking for you everywhere. I thought you’d left without saying anything."
His words struck a nerve. He wasn’t looking for you when you stood in the same room with him all night, but now that you’d stepped away, he suddenly cared?
"I needed some air” you said flatly, stepping away from Haechan.
Seojun glanced at him briefly but didn’t bother saying anything. He focused back on you. "We should head home now. It’s getting late."
You nodded, the tension from earlier returning. You turned back to Haechan, who was watching the exchange silently, his expression unreadable.
"Goodbye” you said softly, offering him a small nod.
"Goodnight, Y/N” he replied, his voice low and calm, almost like a promise.
You followed Seojun to the car, but the brief encounter with Haechan stayed with you, his words echoing in your mind long after the night ended.
“Who was that?” Seojun asked but you just shrugged in response and gotten in the car
----
The days after the party felt hazy, like you were moving through a fog. The same routine played out—classes, assignments, and the occasional message from Seojun that lacked any real affection. Yet, no matter how busy you tried to keep yourself, your mind kept drifting back to that night.
To Haechan
He didn’t look like the type of guy you’d ever bring home to meet your parents. With his leather jacket, smirk, and a motorcycle parked just outside the party, he seemed worlds apart from the polished, reliable image of someone like Seojun. But there was something about him that had stuck in your head, something you couldn’t quite shake.
You told yourself it was nothing. A passing thought, a fleeting moment. But then Seojun made it harder and harder to believe that.
Your "perfect" relationship was unraveling at the seams. Little things turned into arguments, and his indifference made you feel invisible. The final straw came one Friday evening. He had dragged you along to another of his events—this time, a dinner with seniors you’d never met before.
You’d tried to keep up appearances, standing by his side as he greeted or introduced himself to every group. But as soon as you entered the circle of a group of senior girls, you felt the change. He dropped your hand, his attention suddenly laser-focused on one of them—a short, elegant girl with a confident laugh.
You stood there, feeling awkward and out of place, as he leaned in, hanging on her every word. You didn’t want to assume the worst, but you couldn’t deny how it looked.
Afterward, on the way back to the car, you brought it up.
"Why did you drop my hand back there?" you asked, trying to keep your voice even.
"What are you talking about?" Seojun replied, brushing it off.
"In front of those seniors. You didn’t even introduce me, and you looked... interested in her."
He let out a frustrated sigh. "Are you serious right now? It’s not a big deal. She’s an important contact, and I needed to focus. You can’t expect me to hold your hand every second."
"It’s not only about holding my hand” you said, your voice rising slightly. "It’s about respect. You left me standing there like I didn’t exist.I don’t know these people and you dropped my fucking hand Seojun"
"Maybe because you’re always making a scene about nothing!" he snapped, his tone cutting.
You stopped walking, stunned by his words. He turned to look at you, clearly exasperated.
"Look" he said, "Im not in the mood for this right now. Just take the bus home, okay?”
“What?” You asked incredulous at what he just said
“Text me when you get back home or when you calmed down.”
Before you could respond, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing alone in the parking lot.
The night air was cold, and the streetlights buzzed faintly above you. Your chest felt heavy, frustration and humiliation swirling inside.
How the hell were you supposed to go back home now?
As you stared after him, trying to process what had just happened, a voice broke the silence.
"What an idiot."
You turned toward the sound and saw him—Haechan. He was leaning against a lamppost a few feet away, his dark eyes fixed on you. He flicked the remnants of a cigarette to the ground and crushed it beneath his boot before walking toward you.
For a moment, you were too surprised to speak. "You again?" you finally managed, your voice laced with disbelief.
"Me again" he replied, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "I couldn’t help overhearing. Your boyfriend’s a real charmer."
You sighed, brushing your hair out of your face. "I don’t really want to talk about it."
"Fair enough," he said, stopping a few steps away from you. "But if you don’t want to stand here crying about him all night, I’ve got a better idea."
You raised an eyebrow. "What kind of idea?"
Haechan nodded toward his motorcycle parked nearby. "Hop on. I’ll take you somewhere."
The thought made you hesitate. It was reckless, impulsive, and completely out of character for you.
But as you looked at him—standing there with an easy confidence, like he wasn’t afraid of anything—you felt a flicker of something you hadn’t felt in a long time.
Freedom.
"Where would we even go?" you asked, testing the waters.
He grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Anywhere but here."
You struggled slightly as you tried to climb onto the motorcycle, the fabric of your skirt making it a bit more awkward than you expected.
"Hold on tight” Haechan said, his voice light, but there was an edge of mischief.
"What?" you asked, but before you could react, he revved the engine, and the bike shot forward. Instinctively, your arms wrapped around his waist to steady yourself. The contact was unexpected, sending a wave of butterflies through both your stomachs.
The city blurred past as you sped down the road, the cool night air biting at your skin. It was exhilarating—something you hadn't felt in a while. It wasn’t just the rush of the ride, though; it was the feeling of being completely present in the moment, disconnected from everything else, even for a little while.
Eventually, Haechan slowed the bike and pulled into a convenience store parking lot. You both grabbed snacks and found a bench outside, the soft rustling of the bags and the distant hum of the city providing a backdrop to the quiet moment.
After a few minutes, you turned toward him, curiosity getting the better of you.
“So, how did you know where I was?” you asked, still trying to piece things together from earlier.
Haechan gave you a casual smile. "I didn’t. I just figured you’d be out here somewhere, alone” he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I mean, I saw you earlier, thought maybe you’d notice me in the crowd, but looks like I was wrong."
You raised an eyebrow. "In the crowd?"
He shrugged, nonchalantly tearing open a snack. "Yeah, I thought you'd spot me. You looked like you were kinda... caught up in your own world, you know?” he added, with a small, teasing smirk.
You shook your head, still processing his words. "You’re a senior?"
He chuckled softly. "Nah. But I know a lot of them. Jaehyun and Johnny, remember them?”
"The tall dudes?" you asked, a sudden spark of recognition lighting up.He nodded
"Yeah. They’re like brothers to me" he explained. "So, I thought I'd swing by and then I went out to smoke a cigarettes that’s when I heard the conversation.”
You hummed in understanding, then shifted the conversation to something lighter. "What’s the name of the bike?"
“Don’t laugh” he warned, his grin widening, his eyes bright with pride. "Luna. It means 'moon.'"
You chuckled, the name sounding oddly fitting. "Luna, huh?Because you’re Fullsun, right?”
His grin widened, clearly pleased with the connection. "Exactly. See, you’re catching on."
The two of you ate quietly for a while, the snack bags rustling softly in the otherwise peaceful night.
Finally, you broke the silence, your voice quieter this time. "You’re probably wondering why I was left in the parking lot back there."
Haechan glanced over at you, his expression softening. "I was, yeah. But I wasn't planning on asking."
You let out a breath, unsure of how to explain without sounding ridiculous. "It probably sounds stupid to you.”
"Nothing sounds stupid unless you decide it does” he said, his voice gentle.
You sighed, looking down at your hands as you fidgeted with the edge of your sleeve. "He dropped my hand... after he saw her. This senior, Irene. She was—" You stopped, trying to find the words. "She was beautiful."
Haechan didn't interrupt, just watching you quietly. You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, but somehow, it was comforting.
"I’m pathetic, huh?" you muttered, more to yourself than to him, laughter escaping you, but it was bitter and hollow.
Haechan didn't say anything at first, just leaned back slightly, his hand resting casually on the seat between you. He let you collect yourself, and when you looked up again, your eyes were a little too wet.
"Y/N” he said softly, his voice low but steady, "if it hurts, it’s never stupid. People feel things differently. And I won’t judge you for anything you feel.Not ever”
You tried to stifle a sniffle, embarrassed. "I’m sorry. I must look like a mess."
Haechan gave you a small, understanding smile. "You don’t look like a mess. You look... beautiful."
The words settled into your chest, making it feel warm, and you looked up, meeting his gaze for the first time in what felt like forever. His expression softened, and something shifted between the two of you.
He reached up, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, and the simple gesture sent a wave of heat to your cheeks. "You deserve someone who sees you, Y/N. Someone who gets you. More than him."
You blinked, the words hanging in the air. "More than him?" you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.
Haechan's eyes were fixed on yours, and he leaned in just slightly, enough to make your heart race. "Me" he said quietly, but firmly. "I can treat you better than he ever did. I will treat you better. I can be a better boyfriend than him. I will be if you give me the chance to court you”
For a moment, neither of you spoke. The air was thick with anticipation, and as Haechan leaned in closer, his breath warm against your lips, he asked, "Can I kiss you?"
You nodded, your heart pounding so loudly you could barely hear anything else. The butterflies in your stomach were impossible to ignore now.
When his lips finally brushed against yours, it was soft—tentative, as if asking for permission even after the unspoken answer. Your eyes fluttered closed, and the initial touch was warm, delicate, almost like the beginning of a secret shared between the two of you. Then, as the kiss deepened, there was an urgency to it—a quiet desperation, like neither of you wanted to pull away.
Haechan’s lips moved against yours with a tenderness that contrasted with the storm inside you. His hand slid to the back of your neck, his fingers threading into your hair, and for a fleeting moment, it felt like the rest of the world had disappeared. All that remained was the warmth of his touch, the soft pressure of his lips, and the fluttering of your heart.
The kiss was slow at first, exploring, but it built with an intensity you hadn’t expected. Your hands found their way to his chest, pressing against the fabric of his jacket, grounding you. The feeling of his body so close, the softness of his lips, the way he held you like you were something precious—everything seemed to fade into the background.
When you finally broke away, breathless and slightly dazed, you both lingered in the silence, your foreheads resting together. The night air was cool against your skin, but inside, there was a warmth that neither of you could deny.
"You taste like cherry” he murmured, his voice low, almost playful, yet with a rawness that made your heart skip.
You didn’t have to say anything in return. The kiss had already said everything.
55 notes · View notes
lil-lando-norris · 1 day ago
Text
🥀 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 🥀
Warnings: Swearing, fluff
Pairing: Lando Norris x female!reader
Note: This is my first work so please comment/reblog your feedback!!! 🙏
other parts!
Tumblr media
The wind was blowing through your hair as you walked beside your father, hand clasped in his,
On his other side, was your brother, 4 years old than you, his karting helmet in one hand. 
The clouds cluttered in the sky, shielding the sun from view, sending a chill through your small body - for you were only 6 years old.
You weren’t there to race yourself, merely to watch or “make some new friends!” as your mother had cheerfully called to you from the door. 
Obviously, being six, you didn’t want to befriend ten year old boys. 
Not in the slightest. 
You felt a small thump on your back, almost sending you flying over, had your father not steadied you quickly. 
“Sorry!” a voice came from behind you. 
And that was when you saw him. Lando. He was incredibly…small.
“It’s fine,” you said, helping him pick up his gloves as his cheeks flushed red.
“You look like an elf,” you said, causing the boy to laugh as your father shook his head, you truly didn’t have any filter. 
“Thanks,” the boy laughed, “my name’s Lando,”. 
“I’ve never heard that one before,” you said, letting go of your father’s hand, “mine’s Y/N,”.
“That’s a nice name,” Lando said, his ears poking from his hair. “Darling, me and your brother are gonna go and get ready for his racing, do you wanna go with Lando?”. 
You turned to Lando, looking between him and your father, before nodding. 
“Yeah okay,”. 
..🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀..
“Y/N?” Lando called, peeking up the stairs. “Just a sec, I can’t find my earring!” you called.
Lando had dropped out of his schooling a few years back - he didn’t attend the school you did, but that didn’t mean he would miss one of the biggest days of your life so far. 
As busy as he was, set to start his F1 season in only a few months at just 19, he still always made sure he made time for you. 
After all, you were his best friend, and he values his friendship with you more than anything.
And so, because of that, he was taking you to your first ever prom. 
 “C’mon, you’re gonna miss the darn thing if you don’t get down here!” Lando smiled to himself, waiting for you to come down.
You were giddy with excitement, rushing down the stairs, your hair done in perfect ringlets and your golden jewellery shining. 
The dress was a burst of passion, as if a flower had bloomed and draped its feather-soft petals across your body, woven from the threads of elegance and desire.
And you.
You looked so perfect, like a doll handmade by God themself, woven from the fabrics of perfect and sprinkled with moonlight.
“Wow,” Lando said, bending slightly as he held out a hand for you, “you look gorgeous,”. 
You giggled, going along with his little game, sliding your hand into his as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles, standing up straight. 
“My lady,” Lando chuckled, putting on an overly-exaggerated British accent as you blushed, letting him spin you round.
Lando had gone with you to choose your dress, an elegant, floor-length cherry red dress, with golden trimmings, hugging your figure like you were a princess.
But damn, it looked better than he’d expected. 
“C’mon, give me a hug,” Lando smiled, pulling you into his arms. 
Lando had always been a very physical person, he valued physical touch, but with you, it heightened tenfold. 
Every time he saw you, he’d tell you how proud he was and how pretty you’d grown up to be. 
But if there was one thing Lando didn’t want, it was your face all over the press and media. 
He knew first hand how damaging the brutal attacks could be from his fans, the media and other people, and, always having been a rather protective person. 
But enough negativity, for he had a date to prom with a special someone. 
..🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀..
As much as he hated to do so, he steeled through the “Are you really Lando Norris?” allegations, long enough so he could be the one to have that dance with you.
In that moment, you truly looked nothing short of beautiful. Some would say divine.
Those some would be him.
“Shit, sorry,” Lando grimaced as his foot caught on yours for a second - he really wasn’t the best when it came to ballroom dancing.
“It’s fine,” you said, the wide smile you’d had since you’d ran down the stairs back at his place still on your face now.
It was clear you were just happy to be with him.
“You look gorgeous by the way,” Lando said, leaning it down to whisper as he avoided the gazes of your fellow classmates, clearly curious about the famous face.
“You mentioned,” you said abashedly, looking down, but then back up as he hooked a finger under your chin, his gaze meeting yours.
“I mean it,” he said firmly, whilst also with the softness of the fluffiest of blankets, “you look like an absolute angel,”.
It felt as if a thousand butterflies had taken flight inside of you, their tiny wings beating with such soft insistence that it felt as if they were tracing the edges of your heart, pushing you somewhat- somehow even closer to the man in front of you.
This. This was why you never had a day where you felt you lacked confidence, for Lando wouldn’t let a single day go by that he didn’t make you recognise how pretty you truly were.
Yet as much as you hated it, all things must come to an end, good or bad.
“That was so fun!” you squealed, throwing your arms round his neck as he smiled, stabilising you from falling.
“It was, wasn’t it?” Lando grinned, “what d’you say you and me go to our special spot?”.
Your special spot.
It was a spot you and Lando had found when you were 12, a little pond nestled not too deep into the woods, but enough for no one else to know of its whereabouts.
“Yes please!” you grinned.
..🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀..
As usual, it was beautiful.
You sat down beside Lando as he pulled you close to him, the bottom of your dress no doubt scattered with twigs and dirt.
Lando didn’t mind, though, he’d buy you twenty more if you so desired, and in every colour of the rainbow.
That was how much you mattered to him.
No words were said as you rested your head on Lando’s shoulder, the silence not awkward, but calming and serene.
A thrill went through your body, as you were sure it went through Lando’s too.
What a great time to be alive - that’s what you were thinking.
And what a great friend you had too, the best you could’ve asked for.
The sky looked down upon the pair of you, like a velvet sheet dotted with diamonds - the pond akin to a mirror, reflecting the dreams of the sky above.
The pond was like a tiny world of its own, where frogs sang their ribbits, dragonflies dancing on the breeze.
The water was like a sleepy lullaby, rippling softly with the warm air of the breeze.
Being with Lando, whether it was talking or joking, or just sitting peacefully, it sparked emotions in your body.
Ones which were hard to describe, yet simultaneously felt so…right.
When you were with him, the world became a cozy, endless horizon where time didn’t matter - just a gentle flow of shared moments and comfort.
“Look at the moon,” Lando suddenly said, snapping you from your thoughts as you looked up.
It was a full moon, like a lantern hung high up in the sky, showering your faces with it’s pearlescent glow.
It was like a quiet storyteller, whispering it’s ancient stories through the subtle breeze of the wind, so quiet and serene that not even the calmest living thing would be able to pick it up.
“It’s so beautiful,” you whispered back, your voice soft and quiet, gaze never leaving where Lando was looking.
“It is…isn’t it?” Lando replied, the words falling from his mouth calmly.
You slowly lowered your gaze from the sky, moving closer to Lando, your thighs brushing his as he wrapped his arm tighter round your shoulders, warmth filling your body from the simple touch.
Everything was perfect.
You, Lando - sitting in the bed of the plush green grass, flowers surrounding the pond, even now in the winter.
Nothing could ruin it.
54 notes · View notes
saeslove · 2 days ago
Text
🕸️ 004 . fateful encounters
synopsis stumbled upon an injured man, you decided to take him to the hospital quickly. during the journey, the man angrily questions your decision. wc 753
Tumblr media
the sounds of whistling soccer balls and distant shouts slowly faded as you walked further into the stadium, searching for the bathroom. usually there would be signs on the walls, guiding the way. one couldn’t help but wonder if you took a wrong turn somewhere. that’s when you heard it, a strained groan, like someone in pain, coming from behind. curiosity got the best of you, following the sound led to a man, about 6 feet tall, clutching his stomach with his back towards you. hesitating, was it the wrong time to ask for directions? stepping closer, hoping for a clearer view.
blood—bright red—was seeping through the fabric of his air-dried jersey.
he needs to go to the hospital
go back to isagi’s match
he needs to go to the hospital
go back to isagi’s match
he needs to go to the hospital
go back to isagi’s match
he needs to go to the hospital
go back to isagi’s match
he needs to go to the hospital
caught in between your indecision, the thought echoed in your mind like a mantra.
you could go with him to the hospital and then quickly tell the driver to head back to the stadium but why bother helping him? you don’t even know him!
it felt as though fate had led you here.
taking a deep breath, you clutched your bag, reached for his free hand, and hailed for a cab rushing to the nearest hospital.
the silence stretches unbearably thin between the two of you. you shift uneasily, your gaze darting to the window. the passing by cars drowned out by the thundering beat of your heart.
should you say something? you think to yourself, the awkwardness gnawing at your resolve. but then again, what could you even say? you don’t know this man.
finally, the pressure bursts.
“what did you do this for? you want money?” he blurted out, the words cutting sharper than glass.
“the fuck? i just saved your life! if anything, you should be thanking me” you retort, voice rising showing the frustration bubbling inside you.
“i was fine until you came along.”
“excuse me?” you whip your head towards him, prepared to escalate the argument but then your words falter.
the sunlight shines on his striking features. blond hair with the ridiculous haircut only he can pull off, that unmistakable smirk buried somewhere in his frown.
Michael Kaiser.
your mind scrambling to make sense of it. the man you saved—no the man who blamed you for saving him couldn’t be the same man you were eye-candying on with your friends. the infamous striker, the german prodigy. he’s here, sitting beside you and staring you down with pure annoyance on his face.
just like that, you swallowed down the words you were about to hurl.
after what felt like ages, we finally reached the hospital.
“so, what? you’re just gonna leave me here with a bunch of sick patients?” he snapped.
“what are you, twelve? need your mom to hold your hand?”
his expression faltered. rolling his eyes, shoved his hands in his pockets before turning away.
shit, maybe that was insensitive of me.
“wait! i’m sorry. i need to get back to the stadium.”
he didn’t respond and just kept walking.
determined, you stepped infront of him, blocking his path.
he raised an eyebrow before saying “you can’t go back.”
“are you really that petty because i brought you here?”
“tsk, no. did you even bother checking your facts before dragging me out here? it’s a one-way ticket. you can’t go back in. don’t believe me? check your ticket.”
glancing down at the ticket, he was infact very, super right. it really was a one-way ticket.
shit. i feel like shit. the one match i promised Isagi i’d make it to, and now this. how did i not know this?
“the stadium has a strict no re-entry policy to prevent disruption, so if you will excuse me, you’re blocking my way.” he cut you off and began walking away, leaving you gawking at the entrance.
“fuck it,” you muttered under your breath. “i’ll go with you.”
he didn’t even glance back. RUDE!
“do whatever you want.”
Tumblr media
series MASTERLIST
TAGLIST
@mixolya @x3nafix @96jnie @tamashithe2nd @cookielovesbook-akie @yuiearyi @noomimi @stargirljas @jhsluvv @etojlee @livelaughloveshidou @swagkittybear
tell me if i missed out anyone..
comments & reblogs appreciated!
@ saeslove 2025 do not plagiarize, translate, or rewrite my writings without my permission !
55 notes · View notes
darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 hours ago
Note
what is a simpy logan like?
Tumblr media
Logan's hung up. He's not in a good mood. All these years carrying that torch for Jean and he's just plain tired. He's tired of all these new ones he has to train and all the things he has to hold inside. Everyone thinks he doesn't have a heart, but if he didn't he wouldn't be so miserable.
He sits and watches the new batch of mutants. He's not impressed. He takes out his cigar and wiggles it restlessly between his knuckles. As he pulls out his lighter, it catches on his pocket and slips from his grasp.
To his surprise, it doesn't hit the floor. Before him is a beaming smiley thing, holding his lighter in her palm. She offers it but not without a bubbly chirp, "smoking's bad for you."
He eyes her warily. He grunts in gratitude and takes the lighter. He flips it open but before he can light the stogie, she's gone. He looks around. He can't find her.
He sees her again later on. She's eating by herself. The other newbies are all together and chattering on. He doesn't see why she isn't with them. She seemed exactly the type to draw a crowd.
She looks up as if sensing him and waves, another smile. How can she smile when she's all by herself? Then there's a cluster of bubbles where she once was and the smell of lavender wafts over to him. She's gone again.
He hears that bubbling noise again later on. He's on the lawn under a tree, enjoying the shade. He's whetting his claws. The damn things can get dull. Bubbles float around him, this time the smell of cinnamon. And suddenly she's there. She plucks a dandelion and here eyes meet his as she adds it to her cluster.
"Weeds," he says.
"Pretty," she wiggles them at him before she turns to bubbles again, the flowers encased in one big orb as they float away. He tilts his head curiously.
The next time he sees her, he's passing by the east den but then something brings him back. She's scribbling in a notebook in a chair. He stops and leans inside the door frame, watching her.
"Whatcha drawing?" He asks.
She doesn't look up, "weeds." She holds up the sketch of flowers in a wreath. It's well done.
He doesn't know what to say. It's not that anyone ever leaves him speechless, he just doesn't have the energy, but with her, he's not quite sure.
He slowly enters and looks around. He doesn't often share the common spaces. He finds somewhere solitary. Quiet.
"I'm Logan," he says as stands behind another chair. "Bother you if I sit?"
"I know who you are," she smiles again. Here eyes shine like bubbles, translucent as they glow. "You can sit but you can't smoke here." She makes a fist in front of her mouth and coughs, bubbles flow out between her lips. "Everyone calls me Bubbly, if you wanna know."
He lowers himself into the chair and nods. His cheek dimples as he resists a smile of her own.
"Alright, bub," he says as he leans his head back and closes his eyes. He's really not the type to let his guard down but something about her is calming.
"Bub?" She laughs and it sounds like bubbles blowing all at once. "That's cute."
"Cute?" He opens one eye and arches a brow.
"Yes, Mr. Wolverine. Cute," she assures him and puts her pencil back to the paper. "Have you ever seen a real wolverine? They're adorable too."
"They're vicious," he argues.
"They protect the things they love and need," she shrugs. "Even if they keep to themselves."
He narrows his eyes. She better mean those damn critters. She blends with her fingertips and peers up at him.
"Do I have bubbles coming out of my ears again?" She reaches to rub her ear.
He chuckles and shakes his head. The thought of that is silly.
"Nah," he grumbles and closes his eyes again. "Sorry for staring."
"I don't mind so much. People like bubbles, even if they don't like me."
His mood dampens and he wonders, how could anyone not like someone like her?
51 notes · View notes
chaos-in-deepspace · 20 hours ago
Text
Pussy Xavier: 7 Days Series (Day 0: New Anatomy)
The first part of the pussy Xavier series where Xavier loses his dick. This series is gonna have a lot of themes of comfort, as well as a lot of sex. So just strap on in for that. It's gonna be a wild ride y'all. And I want you guys to look at me when I say this. We trust in grammarly. Because my ass doesn't have time to go through and edit this entire thing. We are trusting grammarly, if there is an insane typo, it isn't my fault, it is grammarly's issue now.
Tumblr media
Warnings: Anxiety, Conflicting Feelings, Anxious Xavier, He now has a pussy this is the series Synopsis: You and Xavier were out on a mission when a wanderer almost managed to hit you head on. Xavier luckily managed to get in the way, but in doing so, had something about him change. Word Count: 3.9k
Tumblr media
Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+.
Tumblr media
Blog Information | Fic Masterlist | Normal Masterlist
Tumblr media
Day 0: New Anatomy
“To your right!” Xavier’s voice rings out clear as day in your ears, and you turn your head just in time to see another wanderer charging at you. Your fingers were already working overtime, pulling the trigger of the gun, the shots echoing out in Linkon as you shot it down. Today was supposed to be a rather easy mission. You guys had been informed of slight wanderer activity near Azure Square, and it had been fine until suddenly, a hoard of them had popped out and began attacking.
The amount of wanderers had diminished as you quickly ducked and rolled out of the way of a projectile thrown at you. You glanced at Xavier, his sword shining even in the bright sunlight of Linkon City as he managed to take down the wanderers with ease.
Then you heard him again, this time louder and more frantic, telling you to duck. You barely had enough time to react to it when suddenly Xavier’s body was encompassing your own. Whatever was shot at, you hit him square in the back as he let out a small grunt of pain before his sword slashed it away.
“Xavier!” You called out, and then quickly, you were yet again shooting at a wanderer by him. You could see the furrow of his brows as he seemed to be concentrating, and then, finally, he took your hand in his own.
He didn’t even need to say it; you already knew he was expecting a resonance, and so you did. The battle ended shortly after that. It wasn’t what you’d call anticlimactic, not with the way the light had shot out of you two and seemed to burn the wanderers coming at you, but it was over. You were panting, trying to catch your breath as your throat burned. The citizens had been evacuated, so the normally busy Azure square now seemed to silent, so…eerily calm.
Then you ran over to Xavier, placed a hand on his shoulder, and knelt down beside him. He was also out of breath, though he managed to do considerably better than you by evening out his breathing. “Xavier, are you alright? Let me see your back.” You knew exactly where he was hit, but when you looked at the back of his uniform, you saw no markings. It looked like nothing had even hit him; the fabric was only dirty from the battle itself, not from a direct hit.
Xavier grabbed your hand and gave it a small squeeze, “Don’t worry, I’m fine. It doesn’t even hurt.” Xavier said with a soft smile. You watched as he stood up and helped you as well. Then he took a step and seemed to freeze for a moment. The conflict quickly washed over his face as he seemed to realize something was wrong.
“Xavier…hey, what happened?” You murmured, looking around to see if anyone else was around, “Do we need to take you to the hospital?” You finally asked. The grip on your hand only tightened for a second, and Xavier gave you yet another smile, which was clearly masking something.
“I told you, I’m fine. Just felt a bit dizzy is all, but it’ll pass. How about we just head home?” He suggested, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but here. Something was definitely wrong with him right now, but unless he told you, you wouldn’t know. You would do an inspection on his back once you two were home, that much you were certain of. Even if he said he was fine, he couldn’t see his back and would need help anyway.
“If you say so…” You said, trailing off at the end, “But we need to report to Captain Jenna and fill out some papers about this incident.” You reminded him. You two still had a job to do, something you took seriously, “If you’re unwell, I can tell the Captain you needed to go home and rest. I can handle the reports.”
Xavier had a small pout on his face as he looked away and then sighed, “No, it’ll get done faster if we do it together. Let’s hurry up.” Now, he was dragging you along with him, wanting to quickly do your job so you could no doubt get home.
The reports went as usual; nothing too important to note. Captain Jenna seemed happy with your work, and after pulling her aside to inform her that Xavier might have been injured, you were given the green light to take the next few days off for recovery. That led to you getting dinner with Xavier, and then you finally stumbled back to your shared apartment.
As soon as you crossed the threshold of the front door, you were greeted with the meowing of a very needy cat. You chuckled as you bent down, letting your short-haired cat sniff at your hand. You had gotten the cat the moment you had moved into your apartment originally, and thankfully, Xavier was more than loving towards the creature and was fine when you officially moved in together.
Pancake let out a meow, purring as she rubbed against your hand, and then went over to Xavier, rubbing against his leg as she sought out some attention. You saw the way Xavier smiled as he picked up the cat and held her in his arms for a moment, kissing her forehead and speaking gently to the creature. “You’re probably hungry, huh? Let’s get you some dinner.”
“If you want, I can handle feeding her. You had a long day and took that blow for me. How about you shower, and then we can watch some movies before going to bed?” You suggested to him, watching as he dropped Pancake so she could plop onto the floor. Your cat was already making her way into the kitchen, meowing the entire time to let you two know she was fully expecting some food.
“Alright, that sounds fine.” Xavier said, and then suddenly he was pulling you close to give you a kiss on your forehead as well, “And by the way, I’m home.”
“Welcome home, Xavier.” You said, leaning up to kiss his nose. He chuckled as he bumped his nose against your own.
“Welcome home.” He echoed your words before standing up properly. Xavier made his way quickly to the restroom, not even bothering to grab a change of clothes as he went to the small room and flicked the light on. He could see your items alongside his own scattered about the room, making him smile. Ever since you two had moved in, he felt like a missing piece of him was finally whole. It felt like a home now, not just a place he could rest his head and recharge after battle.
He turned on the shower and waited until the water got warm, then he realized he had to face his fears. He had felt something changed in him after he got hit by that wanderer, but he didn’t know what it was until he had stopped fighting and had time to move around. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves as he began stripping away. The straps to his uniform were always annoying to take off as he let them fall to the floor with loud clunks.
Xavier took off his shirt first and inspected himself in the mirror. He looked to be the same as he turned around. He couldn’t see any markings from the attack on his back, but he knew you’d probably be wanting to inspect it later anyway. Then he worked his belt off slowly, unbuttoning his pants and carefully doing the zipper. He closed his eyes and took another steadying breath as he finally yanked his pants and underwear down in one swift motion.
Anxiety swelled in his chest as his fears came to life. He looked down, noticing that he was…lacking a specific organ he normally had. In its place was something he thought only women had. He looked in the mirror, inspecting the pubic mound and beyond, his hand trailing until he felt folds. There was an entrance there as well, and he felt dizzy all of a sudden like he might collapse.
What was he supposed to do now? It’s not like he could hide this from you for very long. Sure, if he said he wasn’t in the mood, you wouldn’t push it, and most intimate encounters you two had were normally instigated by him…but this was…troubling. Xavier knew that wanderers had unique abilities, and he was hoping up and down that this would clear up in a day or two. He could hide it for that long, right?
He just needed a moment to think, to get his mind off the anxiety and panic inside of him. He stepped into the shower and turned the water to freezing. The cold droplets hit his skin and sent a shiver down his spine, but it was enough to help him calm down. He quickly washed up and then grabbed his towel. He barely bothered drying his hair; instead, he wrapped the towel around his waist and hid his new anatomy from view.
He didn’t have any clothes other than his now dirty uniform, so he stepped out of the bathroom. He saw you immediately, playing with Pancake on the couch and laughing while holding the feather toy. Your eyes trailed over to him once you heard the door opening, and you smiled, seeing him still wet and covered in only a towel.
“Forgot to bring a change of clothes?” You asked, placing the toy aside as Pancake attacked the little feather now that it was stationary, plopping on her back and kicking her little legs. Xavier would’ve found it adorable if he wasn’t currently having an inner meltdown.
Xavier watched as you approached him, “Turn around, let me see your back.” Your voice was a bit softer now as some concern was showing through. You knew something was currently off about Xavier, but he wasn’t letting you know what it was. Xavier took in a small, shaky breath as he turned around.
Nothing looked out of the ordinary, and it filled you with a sense of relief as you sighed, “Okay, good. Looks like there’s no visible injuries.” A shocked gasp left Xavier when he felt your lips on his back, and he turned his head to stare at you, “How about you get dressed, and I’ll help you dry your hair?”
“Alright…” Xavier adjusted the towel around his waist, and you watched as he quickly left the living room to change. You let out a small sigh as you heard the door slamming close behind him. Something was very wrong with Xavier, but the question was, when would he be letting you know? Surely, he wouldn’t keep it a secret from you forever. It was a bit hard to do that, in general, with how close you two were.
A couple of minutes later, Xavier was coming out of the bedroom, wearing his signature hoodie alongside some sweatpants. He was avoiding eye contact with you as he sat down on the couch and allowed Pancake to perch on his lap. You went to the restroom, grabbed the blow drier, and brought it to the living area so you could hook it up. Drying his hair was followed by a silence that you hated, but he didn’t seem to want to speak to you at the moment. Once you were satisfied that he wouldn’t catch a cold by going to bed with wet hair, he turned to look at you.
“I’m tired; I think I’m going to head to bed…” He murmured, and you nodded.
“Alright, I’ll join you in a few. I’m going to take a quick shower; I’ll see you in bed.” You said, leaning down and kissing the top of his head. He let out a breath of relief and then got up, leaving you alone in the living room.
It took a better half of an hour for you to finish your nightly routine in the bathroom, and after changing into some comfortable pajamas that totally weren’t just Xavier’s clothes, you made your way into your shared bedroom. Xavier was already in bed, his back turned away from the door leading in. You sighed and closed the door behind you, and as soon as you got close to the bed and pressed a knee onto the mattress, Xavier was sitting up.
It was enough to startled you as a small gasp left you, “Xavier, I thought you’d be asleep by now.” You quickly said, noting how disheveled he seemed to be. He looked like he had been rolling around on the mattress the entire time you were gone, trying to get comfortable. Which, in a way, is exactly what he had been doing.
Xavier had been having issues sleeping. He felt uncomfortable; he was slick between the thighs for absolutely no reason, he felt like he had to pee since he hadn’t been brave enough to do that, and he was just…he couldn’t sleep. He had been mulling about how to bring up his situation because he realized very quickly he couldn’t do this alone.
“It’s…gone.” He finally said after a long pause, and you looked at him in confusion. You leaned over and turned on the bedside lamp so you could get a good look at him. He looked distressed, and he had a hand running through his hair as he looked towards the bedroom window.
“When the wanderer attacked me…” He began, biting his lower lip, “It changed something. I don’t know how it did it…but it’s gone now.” You could see him tugging harshly at his own hair, and you took your hand to grab onto his own, pulling it away from his head so he didn’t accidentally pull a clump of his own hair out.
“I still don’t understand what is gone.” Was it his evol that he couldn’t use anymore? You were certain he had been able to use it even after the wanderer attacked him. Hell, you two had resonated right after it, so it couldn’t be that.
Xavier looked at you and then looked down as he pulled the covers off of him. He was staring at his crotch, and then you watched as he took his free hand and grabbed onto it. It then clicked in your mind exactly what was now missing. Your eyes widened as you stared at his crotch, then back to him, then back to what was now ‘missing’ from him.
“You lost…your dick?” You finally said, and Xavier heaved a sigh, but there was a faint smile there, “I mean…is it a Ken doll situation now? Can you still perform normal bodily functions?”
“You’re as delicate as ever with your words.” Xavier huffed out a laugh, then it was marred by a worried frown, “Do you promise not to say anything?”
“I promise I’ll try.” You said, not wanting to outright lie to him. Xavier took his hand from yours so he could hook it in the bands of his sweatpants. You watched with bated breath as he slowly pulled them down, and you noticed right away he hadn’t bothered with underwear.
As soon as the sweatpants were off, you could see it. Right below the curls of his pubic hair was a hood that hid his clit, and below then was a long slit where you could see the folds peaking out. There was absolutely no doubt about it, he had a pussy. There was no longer a dick there. Instead, he had gotten a vagina stamped onto his lower half, and you couldn’t help the swell in your heart. Why were you suddenly so happy and excited about this revelation? It was clear Xavier was distressed and needed you, but all you could think about was grabbing his legs and spreading him open so you could get a better look at it.
“Cute!” It was the first word that officially came to mind, and before you could stop yourself, it came out. It really was cute. It was a soft pinkish-beige color, and you could see it already glistening slightly. You would give anything right now to have permission to spread his legs right now.
Xavier instantly felt a large flush coming to his cheeks as he stared at you, “I thought you wouldn’t say anything…” he had a small pout on his lips as he looked away and closed his thighs together to hide himself from you.
“I said I’d try, but oh baby…I mean, if it was a wanderer, it’ll eventually go back to normal.” It wasn’t unheard of with the age you guys were in for things to happen to others. Things that most thoughts was completely impossible, mind you. With evol technology, to the strange effects, wanderers could have, this was definitely one of the possibilities you had never thought of before. “I mean…I wouldn’t mind if it stayed like this, but I can tell it’s bothering you.”
“You don’t mind it…?” Xavier said, the smallest glimmer of hope, and you nodded your head, “Well, I…how do I deal with it…in the meantime?” he finally asked you, and you gave him an encouraging smile and got closer. Both your arms caged him in as you peered down at him.
“Well, it’s going to be a lot of information, but honestly it’s not actually a lot you have to change.” You began explaining, and he nodded, “So first off, the area down there is pretty sensitive, so you’ll need to take care of it and keep things clean so it can remain healthy.” You began.
“How do we…clean it?” He seemed almost taken aback that there was actually a care routine for it.
“Well, thankfully, it’s self-cleaning, which is why it gets pretty moist down there for no reason, but there are other things to keep in mind. After you pee, you need to wipe front to back to prevent anything from getting inside that can cause issues. In the shower I don’t recommend using normal soap, but I know you’ve seen the feminine wash in there. It’s PH-friendly for down there, so you can use that. Changing your underwear every single day is also a big one.” You explained.
“I change my underwear every day.” He huffed, “That’s something everyone should be doing.”
You raised your eyebrow, “Xavier, I have seen you sleep for three days straight before.” You pointed it out.
He flushed and looked away, “That’s different. I was unconscious the entire time.” He fought back, and you chuckled.
“I know, I know.” You said, “Anyways, um, oh! Holding your pee in isn’t good. It can cause a UTI. Actually, a lot of things can cause UTIs. They say you need to pee before and after sex, make sure to keep things clean, the wiping is a way to prevent it, drinking plenty of water.” You began jotting down.
“It’s that easy to get one?” He asked, almost astonished.
“Some people are more susceptible, but prevention is key. It’s not hard to keep yourself clean as long as you know what to look out for. Let’s see here: oh, you might also find yourself getting pretty…wet down there for no reason. That’s totally normal; it happens all the time, so don’t worry about it.” You said with a small wave.
“This is normal? I thought that only happened when you were…aroused.” He said, looking at you. You guys had been intimate on numerous occasions, and of course, he knew what it was like for you to be wet. He had felt it often when he had run his fingers through it or felt it on his thigh or even when you two were actively having sex.
“There’s different…types. It’s a lot, so we’ll have to look it up, but when aroused, there’s a lot more, and I feel like it’s more…slippery. Viscous, and it’s constantly producing as well in that state. Like if you pressed your underwear up against yourself when you’re wet without being aroused it’ll get…I mean wet. And it’s pretty annoying, honestly. But when aroused, if you do that, you’ll be soaking through it immediately and need a change of underwear right then and there.” You were doing your best to explain, but honestly, it wasn’t something you ever thought you’d need to explain.
“This seems like a lot to keep track of…” Xavier finally said, and you shook your head.
“I told you, it seems like a lot, but it really isn’t. You’ll get the hang of it.” You said, ruffling his hair, “Besides, you already know the anatomy pretty well.”
“I do, but…I feel like it looks different from your own.” He said, slowly opening his legs back up, and he pointed his finger directly at his clit, “This seems bigger…and the uh…folds of it too are different.”
You took a look at his clit, and sure enough, it was bigger than your own, “Well, they’re all different, Xavie. You happen to have a bigger clit than my own, nothing wrong with that.” You said, “As for the folds, that’s the labia, and again, it’s different for everyone. Some people have thicker and more pronounced labia; some people have very small labia. Uh, vaginas aren’t all made to be the same.” You reassured him, and he sighed in relief.
“So it’s all…normal down there, right?” He finally asked, and you nodded.
“Bing, completely normal.” You said, and Xavier, who seemed to finally be feeling a bit more bashful, grabbed his sweatpants and began pulling them back up his waist. Just as he did that, you heard the telltale sign of your cat meowing at the edge of the bed before Pancake jumped right on. The cat was slowly crawling over to Xavier, purring and rubbing her head under his chin.
“See, even Pancake is supportive of this new change.” You said with a nod, “It’ll all be fine, we’ll figure out how this happened tomorrow morning. I think we need to get some sleep, though; you’ve had a long day.”
“Ya…uh, give me a minute, though,” Xavier said, hanging over Pancake to your own lap. Pancake let out a dissatisfied meow at being moved but curled onto your lap as she was pretty content to be there. You watched as Xavier got up to use the restroom, and then when he came back, he went through his wardrobe and found a pair of boxer briefs. They were a bit baggy, in your opinion, but it wasn’t like he had a lot of options for underwear with his new…anatomy, and you doubted yours would fit him.
As soon as he was changed, he came back into the bed and scooped you into his arms, pressing your face into his chest. Pancake was between you two, letting out a loud purring noise as he kissed both of your heads.
“Okay, now we can sleep.” He said with a content sigh.
“Goodnight, Xavier; I love you.” You said and kissed his forehead as well. Xavier smiled as he closed his eyes.
“Love you too, I’ll see you in the morning.” With that, he used his evol to turn off the nightstand lamp and curled closer to you, happy to have you in his arms as he finally was able to drift off.
Tumblr media
MDNI and Support Banners by Cafekitsune Image used in Title Banner by LeaderinCrows on X and Bluesky
33 notes · View notes
jeonrrelic · 1 day ago
Text
how to lose a guy in one second • jjk
Tumblr media Tumblr media
you may be a quirky girl but that doesn't stop jungkook from falling for you
pairing: jk x reader
genre: funny, dramatic
word count: 600+
author's note: this is my first drabble so it isn't as great as you think. it might come off as cliche and cring ybut bear with me lmao. i promise i will make better ones, in fact, i only have a few drafts. maybe by next week you will get to see another one!
Tumblr media
It started like any other day—a slight breeze, the sun shining gently through the leaves, and you were running late for their shift at the cafe down the street. The kind of late that makes you grab mismatched socks and pray no one notices. 
Except today wasn’t any other day. Today, your crush—the crush—Jungkook, certified golden boy, tattooed heartthrob, and occasional heartbreaker, had decided to stop by the cafe. 
It was only 10 a.m. when Jungkook strolled in, exuding confidence in a plain white tee and black jeans. Your pulse skyrocketed. The man didn’t just walk—he sauntered like a black-and-white movie star. 
“Hi,” he said, sliding up to the counter with a grin so dazzling that you momentarily forgot what oxygen was. 
“H-hi,” you squeaked, fumbling with the edge of your apron. “What can I get you?” 
Jungkook tilted his head slightly, lips pursing in mock contemplation. “I’ll take an iced Americano, please. Extra ice.” He winked. WINKED. 
Y/N’s brain turned into static. A simple coffee order shouldn’t feel like a marriage proposal, but here they were, mentally rehearsing wedding vows. 
The cup was prepped. Ice. Coffee. Lid. 
You was almost proud of yourself for surviving this ordeal unscathed. You hand it over, your fingers brushing his for the briefest moment, and “accidentally” made eye contact. 
“Thank you,” Jungkook said smoothly. Then he took the cup and—horror of horrors—paused. His eyebrows furrowed. 
You froze. Had you... had you put sugar in it by mistake? Misspelled his name? Accidentally written, “Please marry me” instead of “Jungkook” on the cup? (It wouldn’t be the first time.) 
“Is this… your number?” Jungkook’s voice was low, teasing. He turned the cup around, showcasing a hastily scrawled series of digits that were definitely not yours. You stared at the cup in horror. 
Those were the digits to their Wi-Fi router. 
“Oh my gosh,” you whispered, the weight of yourembarrassment crashing down like an avalanche. 
Jungkook blinked, then broke into a laugh so rich and full it could’ve been bottled and sold as serotonin. “You… gave me your Wi-Fi password?” 
Your soul left your body. 
But wait. It got worse. Because in your panic to explain yourself, your arms flailed wildly, knocking over a tray of drinks. 
One drink—no, all the drinks—spilled directly onto Jungkook’s shirt. His white shirt. 
Gasps erupted in the cafe. Time stood still. Your brain screamed: Murder me now, universe! 
Jungkook glanced down at his now-brown-stained shirt. A slow grin spread across his face as he met your mortified gaze. “Well,” he said, plucking at the drenched fabric, “that’s one way to cool me down.” 
The sheer absurdity of his response stunned you for a moment. Then, unable to stop yourself, you burst into nervous laughter. 
“I’m so sorry!” you wheezed between giggles, grabbing a wad of napkins and attempting to dab at the mess. It only made it worse, as napkin bits clung to his shirt. 
“Stop,” Jungkook said, grabbing your hands gently. His eyes twinkled with mischief. “You’re making it worse.” 
“Oh my gosh, I’m the worst!” you groaned, covering your face. 
“You’re not the worst,” he said, his tone far too kind for someone whose coffee order had just turned into a laundry disaster. “But if this was some elaborate plan to get my attention, congratulations.” 
You peeked through your fingers. “Wait, so you’re not mad?” 
Jungkook shook his head, his grin infectious. “Nah. Besides, now I have an excuse to come back.” 
“Why would you do that to yourself?” You blurted before you could think better of it. 
“Because,” Jungkook said, leaning in just enough to make your knees weak, “you’re cute when you’re freaking out.” 
Your jaw dropped, but before you could even respond, he was already heading toward the door. 
“See you tomorrow, Wi-Fi Y/N!” he called over his shoulder, leaving you standing there, a puddle of mortification and giddiness. 
And just like that, Jungkook—the guy you lost in one second—became the one you might actually get to keep. 
34 notes · View notes
egg2bones · 8 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
here's my take on the evans sisters <3 obviously have to pay tribute to the other marauders sibling duo
186 notes · View notes
hermanunworthy · 1 year ago
Text
guys im sorry im about to ruin ur entire day
my love mine all mine by mitski as terry jr about scary
45 notes · View notes
merevide · 1 year ago
Text
4 notes · View notes
achilleslyre · 1 year ago
Text
moon, tell me if i could
sent up my heart to you
so when i die, which i must do
can it shine down here with you?
cause my love is mine, all mine
i love mine, mine, mine
nothing in the world belongs to me
but my love mine, all mine, all mine
Tumblr media
2 notes · View notes
donnatarttapologist · 1 year ago
Text
and when mitski said "nothing in this world belongs to me but my love" and when mitski said "as i got older, i learned im a drinker, sometimes a drink feels like family" and when mitski said "the wrath of the devil will as also given him by god" and when mitski said "now i bend like a willow thinking of you" and when mitski said "i love me after you" and when mitski said "i'd always been alone til you taught me to live for somebody" and when mitski said "they'll never know how i stirred in the dark in that room with no thoughts like a blood-sniffing shark" and when mitski said "i don't like being left alone in a room with all its opinions about the things that i've done" and when mitski said
when mitski said “i love everybody because i love you” and when mitski said “it’s just that i fell in love with a war and nobody told me it ended” and when mitski said “im not happy or sad just up or down and always bad” and when mitski said “i was so young when i behaved 25 and now i find i’ve grown into a tall child” and when mitski said “though i close my eyes i know who you pretend i am” and when mitski said “i always want you when i’m finally fine” and when mitski said “i thought i’d be done by 20 but now i’m 29 and the road ahead appears the same” and when mitski said “if i gave up on being pretty i wouldn’t know how to be alive” and wh
1K notes · View notes
khioneee · 2 months ago
Text
tap out. pt ii.
warnings. mentions of death, emotional distress, grief and loss, pregnancy.
a few years later, another tap-out ceremony arrives, but this time, the air feels different—heavier, somber. simon’s been gone for over a year, his deployment unexpectedly extended due to an incident overseas. you’d been told he couldn’t come home for a while, but that didn’t make the waiting any easier.
today, you stand among families who aren’t just here to tap out their loved ones but to say goodbye to those who didn’t make it home. tears stream down faces as loved ones gather around caskets, grieving the soldiers they’d lost. the sight fills you with a mix of dread and relief, knowing simon is still out there, waiting.
simon stands in formation, rigid as always, but he has a sense for you. before you even appear in his line of sight, he knows you’re near. but imagine his surprise when he catches a glimpse of you in his peripheral vision, a small bundle wrapped securely in your arms.
his heart hammers in his chest, quickening as he realizes what this means. his breath catches, his eyes fixed on you as you approach. you look up at him, your eyes sparkling, a knowing smile on your face as you watch the subtle changes in his expression—the slight twitch of his eyebrows, the way his breathing picks up as it dawns on him.
both of you had been trying for a baby before he left, and now, standing before him, you hold that precious life in your arms. it had been a struggle going through pregnancy without him, feeling his absence during every kick and every sleepless night. but seeing him now, looking more than ready to meet your child, all the pain fades away, replaced by a joy so profound it fills every inch of you.
‘daddy’s home,’ you whisper softly, tilting the blanket so simon can see her tiny face, fast asleep, a perfect mirror of him in miniature. she’s got his nose, his quiet strength already etched into her tiny features.
with tears in your eyes, you reach up, your hand finding his cheek, tapping him out in the gentlest of touches.
the moment your hand connects, simon moves, breaking formation as he pulls both of you into his arms, holding you close as if he’ll never let go. his voice is thick with emotion, barely a whisper as he murmurs, ‘my loves.’
you knew your husband had a reputation in the military—a man as cold and unyielding as steel, a fortress no one could break. but as he held you and your newborn in his arms, that carefully built facade cracked, revealing a vulnerable side of him that only you ever saw. the tough soldier was gone, replaced by a man whose heart lay entirely with his family.
‘do you want to hold her?’ you ask softly, watching his eyes light up with a blend of surprise and joy.
‘her?’ he whispers, voice catching on the single word, as if it’s almost too much for him to believe.
you nod, smiling through a haze of happy tears. ‘her.’
with slow, reverent movements, you pass your daughter to him, watching as she looks impossibly tiny cradled in his strong arms. simon looks down at her with a mixture of wonder and fierce protectiveness, as though he’s already memorizing every detail of her face.
as if sensing her father’s gaze, the baby yawns, a soft little sound that makes simon’s eyes shine with awe. you catch the faintest smile pulling at his lips, a rare, tender expression that he reserves only for moments like this.
he leans down, pressing his lips gently to her forehead. ‘never gonna let anything happen to you,’ he murmurs, voice thick with love and quiet promise.
while simon was lost in his quiet moment with your daughter, a loud shout cut through the air, breaking the peaceful silence.
‘is that our baby i see?!’
simon’s head snapped up, his expression immediately shifting to something harder. he turned to see soap grinning widely, practically bouncing with excitement. with a sigh, simon reached over and smacked the back of soap’s head, though his movements were careful not to jostle the sleeping baby in his arms.
‘there’s people grieving, you idiot,’ simon muttered, but soap only snickered, completely unfazed.
‘and what do you mean, ‘our’? she’s y/n’s and mine. you’re not part of this relationship, mate,’ simon added, his tone dripping with mock irritation.
but soap, undeterred, just ignored him and held out his hands, wiggling his fingers in a display of exaggerated excitement. ‘oh, come on! let me hold our child!’
simon groaned, looking down at you with a glance that seemed to ask, ‘do i really have to put up with this?’ but he couldn’t hide the tiniest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as soap’s enthusiasm filled the air around you.
reluctantly, and with another sigh, simon finally leaned over, carefully passing your daughter to soap, though not without a low, ‘if you don’t keep her calm, you’re not holding her again.’
soap just grinned, taking her into his arms as if he’d won the lottery, cradling her gently and cooing softly.
soon after, the rest of task force 141 gathered around, drawn by the excitement, each member eager to catch a glimpse of the new addition to the family.
you and simon stood to the side, watching with cautious eyes as they took turns holding her, each one adopting a careful gentleness you wouldn’t have expected from hardened soldiers.
price held her with a proud grin, murmuring something about ‘training her to be the next captain,’ while gaz made her giggle softly with his gentle cooing. even the usually reserved roach softened as he held her, a rare smile tugging at his lips.
you glanced up at simon, watching his face as he stood beside you, arms crossed in a show of casual indifference.
but you knew him too well. beneath the mask of stoicism, there was something warmer, a subtle softness in his gaze as he watched his team, his family, sharing this moment with him. this gruff, unbreakable soldier, who had once thought he’d lost everything, had found a new family among them, one that shared in his joys and sorrows alike.
reaching over, you took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. he didn’t say anything, just gave your hand a quick squeeze in return, a quiet acknowledgment. but you could see it in his eyes, that gratitude for a family he never expected to find—a family that had now become part of yours.
6K notes · View notes
hwaflms · 8 months ago
Text
HAPPY NOW? ★ [ j.jh ]
Tumblr media
your family has been pressuring you for months to bring your boyfriend, jaehyun, over for dinner, and you think it’s really sweet that they like him so much. the only problem is that your “boyfriend” jaehyun, hates you.
———————————————————————
[☆] PAIRING. ex!jaehyun x f!reader
[☆] GENRE. angst, smut, fluff | fake dating?, exes to ??? au
[☆] WC. 19.9k (i don’t even know)
[☆] WARNINGS. angst, reader has anxiety, mentions of anxiety attacks, fighting, reader be lying a lot, reader has a little sister, crying, reader is kind of a dumbass, explicit content (piv smut), unprotected sex (don’t do this gang!), fingering, sex in public kinda, pls lmk if i forgot anything!!
[☆] NOTES. i’m so fucking annoyed with tumblr it’s not letting me insert images properly UGH this took me over 2 hours to upload man 🗣️ im pretty proud of this one ‼️ idek how it got this long but it’s my longest fic yet and it’s been sitting in my drafts for ages until i finally got the inspo to write it :p i want jaehyun so bad it’s not even funny tbh but anyway PLS GIVE ME FEEDBACK/A REBLOG LITERALLY ANYTHING IS APPRECIATED <33
———————————————————————
six months.
you haven't seen this door in six months.
it's funny because, this was a door you used to push open and walk through every other day, yet now you stand on the opposite side of it, unsure as to whether you should even be thinking of knocking.
your hand is raised to the door, shaped like a fist but you make no move to actually knock. you were aware that you still had time to bail out of this, that you could turn on your heel and make your merry way back to your sad little house and go back to pretending you're happy with the choice you made six months ago.
or you could just do what you came all the way here to do.
the weather seems to be in your favour, at least. the sun shines radiantly, making the temperature warm, but not too warm, and a cool breeze travels through the air in short intervals. the summer had begun early, birds chirping in their habitual singsong way and wild bougainvillea already flowering in various shades of pink and lilac. usually when the day starts off with good weather, the rest of it follows suit, and thus your day is made better. hopefully, this is the case for you today.
pausing for a short, morale-boosting intake of air, you tighten your fist and knock, knock, knock on the mahogany door, immediately regretting your decision as you feel your stomach churn and plummet. a good ten seconds pass, and you hear no reply nor movement from the inside of the house, and part of you is relieved because that means he may not be home.
more than happy to do a 180° and skip along joyously back to the metro that would take you home, your feet begin to make for that trip but your mind decides against it. you know that you are being overly dramatic, but even with being aware of this, your heart rate does not slow down one bit. you also know that what you've come here to do is more than just selfish, its pathetic and rather embarrassing. it's also a hugely unsavoury request, and if your roles were reversed, you'd most definitely laugh in his face and shut the door.
finally somewhat making up your mind with a quiet groan, you raise your clenched fist and rap against his front door again in a set of three. you nervously shift your weight from your right to your left foot, then back to your right and then once again to your left, the anxiety and anticipation not allowing you to stand still and relax, thinking that if he doesn't answer this time, you really will just return home.
"hold on, i'm coming!", a hurried, muffled voice calls from inside the house and you don't think your heart has ever beaten this fast in your life. not even during the one time you ran a marathon to prove a point to your friend chenle, and while you did show him that you didn't only run to get away from spiders, your body took its own sweet time to recover from that.
now you hear footsteps approaching the door from the opposite side of it, and you don't think you can handle anymore of this tortuous, build up of a wait because you are quite literally one step away from calling it a day and just sprinting your way out of there, just like you did on the last few metres of the aforementioned marathon, and you know he's nearing the door because the footsteps are getting clearer and clearer, and soon he's going to open the door, take one look at you and just slam the door right in your face, but not before spewing verbal explosives at you, which would be totally deserved since he has every right to just spit on you and tell you how you're a terrible, downright horrible human being completely unworthy of forgiveness and-
"sorry for making you wait so long, i was-"
if your heart rate was at its maximum speed before, now it just stopped.
standing in front of you, in the flesh, was the man who's heart you broke six months ago.
jaehyun had just about opened his door in a way that his body was sticking halfway out of it, but he was now frozen in that position, neither in nor out, just stuck there looking like he was contemplating his next move. he adorned a loose, white shirt that clung to his defined shoulders and chest, paired with a pair of red plaid pants with a patch of some different material stitched just above where his knee was. you'd recognise those pants just about anywhere, having worn them a number of times and being the cause of that strange patch with mismatched material (you'd tried to balance a pot of steaming hot ramen on your knee in order to move something, resulting in it causing a burn in the pant).
his attire tells you that he was either just about to eat breakfast, in the process of eating breakfast, or about to finish breakfast; jaehyun was not an early riser and he liked to take his time getting ready for the day.
apart from his slightly changed hair, jaehyun looks the same as he did before, if not better. his once shorter, straight, brown hair, was now a darker kind of black and longer in a silky, mullet-y, layered sort of way, the mullet part stopping just above where his shirt met his neck and the front bits falling on to his face in thin, soft wisps.
everything about the man was captivating and entrancing, but if you had to pick a specific feature that really takes the cake, it would have to be his eyes. his eyes, deep-set and fierce, always gave the impression that he was cold or unapproachable, whereas in reality, he was the opposite. as striking as they may be, they always carried a certain warmth to them.
while they still held the same intensity to them, the warmth was missing as he looked straight at you now. after the brief moment of confusion when he first opened the door dissipated, the familiarity had sunk in, and his expression now was more or less unreadable, but you still tried to make out what he was thinking and feeling- was it shock? anger? maybe even disgust?
"okay, are you going to just stand there or are you going to say something?"
you think it was largely a combination of the last two. in all your fidgeting and gawking, you'd forgotten to actually speak to the man who's door you'd just knocked on, leaving him standing there wordless and confused, an eyebrow raised as he waited for you to open your mouth.
you try to do so, so many words wanting to tumble out your mouth but an invisible gate seems to block it, so now you're just stood still with your mouth opening and closing soundlessly, looking like an idiot.
c'mon y/n, fucking say something, anything-
"how have you been?", is what you decide to go with to break the silence in the end, an awkward smile plastered on to your face. you realise before the sentence is even fully out of your mouth that that would be a really weird thing to start off with, seeing as you and jaehyun have had absolutely zero contact for six months, and are obviously not on the most wonderful terms.
jaehyun's eyebrows furrow, a look of clear disbelief on his face as he clutches his door handle a little tighter. he looks away with a sarcastic smile, shaking his head before turning back to look you dead in the eye. oh, he's going to slam the door on you, you just know it-
"really? 'how have you been'?", he questions incredulously, licking his bottom lip while an exasperated smile plays at them. funnily enough, his response is somewhat relieving to your pitiful self, because you weren't even expecting to hear a reply to what you said, you figured he'd just walk away. you would've. "we haven't seen each for six months since we broke up and 'how have you been' is the best you've got?"
you wince apologetically and bite your lip, playing with your fingers nervously as he quite literally stares you down, irritation written all over his face.
he waits a couple more beats for you to break the tense silence and speak but you are inwardly (and outwardly) struggling to word your thoughts, so he simply scoffs and backs away to return inside.
"okay wait, i didn't tell my family that we broke up and they keep pressuring me to bring you home for the holidays, so i would really like if you'd pretend you don't hate me and come with me."
you don't even want to open your eyes to witness his reaction to your blurted little confession, so you merely stand, frozen in place with your eyes squeezed shut tightly. a couple seconds pass yet you don't hear a door slam, a good sign, so you take that as an affirmative to open your eyes.
he doesn't say anything, or do anything either really, he just leans against his doorframe with another indecipherable expression. this irks you even though you know you have no right to feel irked, but the fact that you once had the ability to know what he was thinking and now don't bothers you to the core. plus, it leaves you feeling unsure as to whether to continue. he might just start laughing at you manically or angrily tell you to get off his property like some bitter, 60-year-old man, and either of these scenarios would be completely fair of him to do.
the heavy realisation that your request sounded absolutely delusional and conceited dawns upon you, and something about his irksome expression makes you feel like you should keep talking. "you have literally every right to just tell me to fuck off, and i don't even expect an answer, i don't really know why i even came here, oh my god- this is so fucking stupid, i'm so fucking stupid and honestly i don't know why you're still standing here listening to me ramble-"
"i need to get ready then. give me ten minutes."
✧ ──────── ✧ ──────── ✧
the front door you're stood at now holds a very different ambience to the previous one. while jaehyun's was quiet and peaceful, the front door to your parents house reveals that the inside is just bustling with activity. the chorus of kate bush's 'running up that hill' plays faintly from behind the door, so you figured that your dad must have brought out his old record player from the dusty attic.
jaehyun stands beside you, hands shoved into the pockets of his light grey hoodie that you feel he must be boiling in, because you're wearing a black tank top with some loose cargoes that you think you might have drenched with sweat.
the sweat would be from the burning heat, but also from the agitation you're really starting to feel. there are so many different ways this dinner could go. what if jaehyun suddenly tells them the truth? then everyone in the room would hate you, and rightly so. you don't want to have to explain to your parents why you broke up with him; it's a stupid fucking reason, if you can even call it that, and it made you completely miserable. how were you supposed explain to your little sister that you and jaehyun aren't together anymore? you suppose relationships are a totally foreign concept to her young mind, but you were sure that she knew you and jaehyun loved each other very much. and you knew she loved jaehyun very much.
he does not look at you, instead choosing to really focus on the christmas themed welcome mat that your parents put out during the winter of '09 and never bothered to change. how he even agreed to come here with you, you don't know, but to say you're grateful would be an understatement.
"you still have time to back out, you know.", you mumble softly, trying to give him one more chance to escape, but he doesn't even spare you a glance, shaking his head and squinting at the door.
"let's just get this over with."
with a small sigh, your raise your hand to press your parents doorbell, the embarrassingly loud 'ding dong' ringing out from behind the door. "oh, that must be her!", you hear the muffled voice of your father speak from the inside, making a slight smile form on your lips.
within a couple seconds, you hear the sound of the muted metal bolt as your dad struggles to open the door to let you in. a grunt of "this damn door..." makes both you and jaehyun release short giggles, and you peek over at jaehyun to see his lips curl upwards into a smile, a small one but it's still breathtakingly pretty . he clears his throat and it's gone in a flash, but the image doesn't leave your mind, and you're still seeing it when your dad finally manages to open the door. "i really need to start using the new lock", he mutters, shifting his eyes to you with a big grin, leaving against the doorframe with his arms folded. "hello, sweetheart."
you chuckle and throw your arms around him, squeezing him a little as he laughs and pats your back in return. releasing you, he turns to jaehyun with a smile, who promptly sticks his hand out politely. "hello, mr. l/n, long time no see."
your dad ignores his hand, throwing his head back with a gruff laugh. "what's with all the formalities, come here, son.", and with that he gives jaehyun a hug as well, a slightly shorter one albeit, but a hug nonetheless. the word 'son' repeats in your mind like an echo, sounding more and more distorted the longer you focus on it. you can't even begin to think of what was going through jaehyun's mind. this was not your brightest idea.
you notice your mom waiting by the door with her hands behind her back, eyes bright and shiny. "hi, mom.", you beam, and she laughs cheerily, opening her arms for you to run into, which you do. she presses numerous kisses to the crown of your head, making you groan lightheartedly and try to escape her hold, but it only tightens. "oh, how i've missed you."
"i missed you too, mom.", you say but she's already let you go and is making a bee line for jaehyun with her arms open, who falls into the hug so readily and comfortably. "i may have missed you, y/n, but i missed jaehyun ten times more.", she jokes, pinching jaehyun's cheeks affectionately.
jaehyun is turning bright red, but he has a toothy grin on his face, a real one, you can tell. his eyes travel the front room where all of you are stood with a nostalgic smile, having not seen it or your parents in over six months. you watch as they look from the various photo frames hung up on the wall alongside the staircase, to the curtains that they recently changed, finally landing on the record player thay was sitting on the table. "wow, mr. l/n, where did you get this?", jaehyun asks, and you wonder whether he's trying to make conversation or if he's genuinely curious. you think it may be the second one.
while him and your dad engage in small talk about his record player, you turn to your mom to ask of the whereabouts of your little sister, and as if on cue, you hear an excited squeal from the top of the stairs. all four heads turn to see your sister bounding down the stairs hurriedly, paying no mind to your mom's strained shout of "careful!".
"y/n!", she piped, finally reaching the bottom of the stairs and running straight to you, wrapping her arms around your legs. she barely reaches your hip so her hug is really just her face pressed into your thigh with her arms squeezing your legs together, while you pat the top of her head.
somehow managing to pry her off of your legs, you kneel and give her a proper hug in return, now happy that you made the decision to come home for a bit of your holiday. she lets go and reaches into her pocket, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper and jutting her hand out to you, urging you to take it.
you smile and furrow your eyebrows with confusion but you take the paper anyway, opening it as carefully as you could so as to not tear it anywhere. smoothing it out flat on your knee, you're greeted with a drawing; two people stand holding hands under a deep blue sky, a large yellow sun shining in one corner along with some "birds" that are really just little 'v's scribbled in black. they're stood on a beach, at least you think they are because there are two shades of blue on the paper, one of them probably being the blue hue of the ocean.
you assume the two people are you and your sister, since one of them has shorter, shoulder length hair and is miniscule compared to the other person, who's hair length and height are similar to yours.
you hold the picture to your chest and pull your sister in for another heartfelt hug, kissing her temple. "is this us?", you ask her, pointing at the two people in the drawing. she gives you a proud nod in return, taking the picture from your hands and holding it in front of her face. "yup! the big girl is you and the small girl is me! we're gonna go swimming.", she informs you, flashing you the toothiest of smiles. "thank you, it's perfect.", you tell her, ruffling her hair a little as she hands you the drawing back.
she clearly doesn't appreciate that, because she whines and swats your hands away, but soon her eyes focus on something behind you and they enlarge, the second excited squeal of the day emerging from her lips. "jae!", she just about screams, completely abandoning you in favour of running off to jaehyun, who has a wide smile on his face and looks equally as happy as her. he scoops her up in his arms and lifts her in front of his face, doing a little spin as peals of laughter escape her.
he finally puts her down but she holds on to his hand, looking at the male with absolute adoration. "hi, cutie.", he boops her nose affectionately to which she giggles, turning to look at you. "you didn't tell me jaehyun was coming!"
"i wasn't sure if he could make it", you reply to her honestly, looking at jaehyun as you speak because only the two of you know what you really mean by that. he holds your eye contact for perhaps a millisecond longer than he did before, but again, it was gone in a flash. he clears his throat a little and straightens up, rocking back on his heels.
sensing a shift in the air but mistaking it for some form of awkwardness, your mother shoos the rest of your family away in the direction of the kitchen. "they probably want to freshen up together, let's let them do that."
once they're gone, it feels like you can finally release your breath, truly seeing this situation going wrong in so many ways. they don't suspect anything yet, but how much longer until they eventually connect the dots? or what if they don't even need to do that, because jaehyun only agreed so he could embarrass you by telling them the whole story? you don't acknowledge the tense silence until jaehyun speaks up. "can i use the guest bathroom? still the second door on the right, yeah?"
you don't respond immediately because you're processing the fact that he still remembers these minute details. you also realise he's only asking because he doesn't want to share your bathroom with you, and that clears your thoughts up a little. you nod in affirmation and he begins climbing up the stairs, and you wait until you hear he's reached the upstairs landing before you move.
it's so tense. the last time you were in this house with jaehyun, you had taken a short road trip to get there. you say road trip, but it was just a couple hours long, but the playlist you and jaehyun had curated said otherwise. you arrived at the house and everyone was all smiles, your parents just happy to have you home and happy to see him as well. you think that part's just as hard as thinking about the two of you together. the fact that your slightly judgemental parents adored him, your little sister looked at him with stars in her eyes– you had lucked out in every department, and you were always aware of it, the joint guilt you felt from breaking it off and lying to your parents really getting to you now.
you swore that after this was over, you would apologise to jaehyun and finally break the truth to your parents.
finishing off in the bathroom, you step out into the hall, only to bump straight into jaehyun. backing up awkwardly, you both try to get past each but keep going in the same direction, resulting in a bunch of 'sorry–'s and 'wait– just–'s being blurted out by the two of you. finally getting past you, he doesn't look back at you again, just walking down the stairs mumbling something about "they're waiting...".
wincing, you make your way down the stairs as well, arriving at the living room to see your mom standing beside your dad with an excited expression on her face. you approach with caution, noting that your dad has his hands behind his back. "so...", your mother starts, raising her shoulders a little out of anticipation. "since we haven't seen the two of you in a while...we got you some presents! nothing too grand but..."
"mom, it's not even christmas", you whine, ready to argue with them because you feel bad that whatever they got was still overpriced, but your mother shakes her head, urging your dad to reveal the presents. "just take a look first..."
in one hand he holds a small, white box, no bigger than his palm, and your mom picks it up, holding it out to you. the print on the box is small and typewriter-like, the material it's made out of just screaming fancy. you narrow your eyes at your parents but take the box in your hand anyway, pushing it open. inside, it reveals maybe the prettiest necklace you've seen; dainty and silver, the chain is simple but it's the pendant that's the real charm– it's an uncut stone of some kind, a pale, translucent white crystal that's pretty much shapeless but it's wrapped in this thin silver wire that forms little loops and hearts over the stone and it makes it so alluring.
"it's a seaglass necklace", your mom speaks, taking the necklace out of its box for you and inclining her head for you to turn around. you're now facing jaehyun, who looks curiously at the new piece of jewellery with the faintest of smiles on his face. pushing your hair to the side, your mother places the necklace around your neck and clasps it (though it takes her a while, squinting and looking at the necklace hook from every angle because she forgot to wear her reading glasses). she leads you to the mirror by the entrance of the hall so you could get a better look at the necklace hanging on top of your collarbones, reaching up to touch it. "you remember? from that lady who owned the fancy place by the beach last summer?"
you do remember. that was the first trip jaehyun had joined you and your family for, under the suggestion of your little sister. when you brought up the fact that jaehyun was going back home to see his parents a little later than he had anticipated, your sister immediately asked if he would want to come with all of you, who were heading to the beach in a day or two for a little family getaway. and much to your surprise, your parents were very warm to the idea of jaehyun accompanying the lot of you. he must have severely impressed them the first time he met them, bringing a bouquet of flowers for your mother and a hearty bottle of whiskey for your dad– it's like he had won their hearts before he had even stepped inside the house.
of course, he had met them a couple more times again after that, but your parents had never raised any issues about your then boyfriend. your dad had claimed that he wanted jaehyun to come along so he could "keep an eye on him" and "see how he treats you in front of us", but you knew all too well he just wanted someone to talk to about his interest in sound systems. the trip had gone so smoothly, so perfectly and you think that it had planted the seeds of doubt in your mind about your relationship.
the position of the window and sun allowed for the light to bleed on to half of your face, the necklace glinting under the rays as you stood in front of the mirror and surveyed it. the last couple drops of the golden hour sun slipped through the windowpane and painted your skin like it was a canvass and the necklace was the cherry on top. you were radiant, and the look in jaehyun's eyes told you that he knew it too. when your eyes meet in the mirror, it's like he tears his eyes away from you, forcing himself to look at his shoes.
snapping out of your soon-to-be miserable thoughts, you fix a smile on to your face so as to not seem ungrateful, turning to hug your mother. "i love it", and you really do, knowing that you wouldn't be wearing a single other piece of jewellery for the next couple months.
jaehyun stands in the doorway soundlessly, just taking in the scene. he had always told you that he wished his family was as close and tight-knit as yours, but due to his dad always being away on some business trip or another and his mother having her own job to attend to, it resulted in a lot of time spent by himself.
you think that might be way he slotted right in with the rest of you, from the very first meet, because his desire to belong worked very well with your family's lively, chaotic home, which welcomed him right away. this was the main reason why couldn’t bring yourself to tell your family that you had broken up him mercilessly. they wouldn’t blame you of course, but you know everyone would be immensely disappointed when they realised that he hadn’t even done anything wrong in the first place; he was so good to you, and they just wanted to see you happy.
while your mom cooed at how pretty the necklace looked on you, your dad faces jaehyun with a wide grin on his face. "you didn't think we'd forget about you, did you?"
he probably wasn't expecting anything for himself, because you weren't either, so you and jaehyun simultaneously furrow your eyebrows. "oh, mr. l/n, you didn't have to–", he starts but your father is quick to cut him off, waving his hands. "what nonsense. of course we had to get you something, it's no big deal", he tries to appear nonchalant but the smile that creeps on to his face is a telltale sign that it is, in fact, a big deal. "besides, if you're family to y/n, you're family to us."
it's as if someone just stuck a large knife into you, the pang you just felt in your stomach. you can't even begin to think about what must be going through jaehyun's head, because even he can't hide the way his eyes soften at your dad's words. watching your sister spring up from the couch, she runs behind your father and plucks whatever he was holding out of his hands, now revealed to be a medium-sized bag. "i wanna give it to jaehyun!", with that, she's running over to him with the toothiest smile plastered on her cheeks, holding the bag out to jaehyun with stretched arms.
he ruffles her hair just like you did, but she makes absolutely zero complaints as he does it– if anything she's revelling in it. this makes you want to scoff, but you smile instead without thinking about it, taking a couple steps away from the mirror and towards them. "are you gonna open it or should i take it back to the store?", your dad jokes and jaehyun chuckles quietly while you don't even bother forcing a laugh, and he takes the bag from your sister's hands, mumbling a soft 'thank you'.
from where you're standing, you can't see what's inside the bag, but you can see jaehyun's eyes widen when he looks inside and back up at everyone. "me and mrs. l/n, i can't take this."
"of course you can", your mother tuts in response, dismissing him with her hand. "if i recall correctly, you had said something about your airpods not working properly?"
realisation dawns on your face when jaehyun pulls the shiny headphones from the bag, turning them over in his hand. "i think i did mention it, yeah...", he nods, eyes scanning over the clear box he holds. you remember that only one of his airpods would function properly, the other deciding whenever it wanted to do its job. you didn't realise your parents remembered, as well. "but these are so expensive, i can't–"
"do you like them or not?", your dad asks, shrugging his shoulders. jaehyun's quick to nod, "yes, i love them but–"
"then end of story." your father's not hearing anyone out, even going so far as to cover his ears jokingly when jaehyun opens his mouth again. after your sister tugs on his pant leg and urges him to try them out, jaehyun slips them over his ears, whipping his phone to connect them to it. he thought it was too expensive to try fixing his airpods so he resorted to listening with just the one ear in, or using your headphones till you broke up.
by the look on his face, they work just fine, and he couldn't be happier. a wide smile is pressed on his face, a real one that doesn't even drop when he makes eye contact with you. you smile back at him slowly, but he doesn't look away immediately, slowly turning to look at your parents. "i don't know what to say. thank you."
you'd had a couple boyfriends before, not none as close to your family as jaehyun had been. none of your previous relationships had lasted very long and you could never pinpoint the exact reason why, you just knew at some point that you had to break it off. your mother always thought that this was a result of your first ever relationship, the first and last man that ever dumped you. it crushed you at the time, though you were able to power through, but since then, relationships were never your strong suit. change seemed promising when you met jaehyun through a mutual friend, however. he was kind, he was smart and he was genuine, three traits that you didn't typically see in guys you dated, but you didn't see any reason to dwell on your biggest fumble yet.
the rest of time until dinner continues in a steadfast manner with all of you sitting in the living room. the scene looked like something out of a corny movie montage, but the beautiful part of it was that it was reality, all the laughs, the eye-smiles, the stupid jokes and conversations, all of it. your parents had recently returned from a holiday together that they took to celebrate their wedding anniversary, which meant that you two deserved to look through all eight hundred and sixty two of the photos they took. super proud of the new projector he had ordered off amazon, your dad had connected his phone to it and was going through his gallery slideshow-style, with your mom making offhand comments about every other photo.
"that's from when we went on a date to this fancy restaurant, that's from the shoe store your dad wanted to go to...oh! that's when your dad just learnt how to take 0.5x pictures on his new phone!"
your mom speaks animatedly while each photo is being shown, pointing out various different things without any prompting. there were badly taken selfies of your parents that made both you and jaehyun laugh, pictures of the different kinds of food they ate, the said 0.5's of your mother taken from the top of her forehead– your dad was slapping his knee even though your mom wasn't too impressed.
after what seemed like years, they ran out of vacation pictures and moved on to pictures and videos taken during your little sister's talent show. this was especially endearing, because your normally high-energy sister was suddenly all shy and avoidant of eye contact in the presence of jaehyun, particularly displeased with a video of her singing on stage.
jaehyun wipes the pout right off her face however, poking her cheek with a smile. "you sound amazing, s/n", he pipes genuinely, and she's back to smiling again, even offering to sing the song for everyone towards the end. no one has the heart to turn down so innocent a request, so for the next couple minutes you are subjected to a very slightly off-key rendition of some song from the movie 'frozen'. everyone cheers when she is done, jaehyun even throwing in a little "whoo!" for good measure, and your sister performs a small curtsey before seating herself between you and jaehyun's legs.
you're situated on the same couch, but only so that things don't look weird. you invited him here to pose as your boyfriend, and he agreed, so you have to play the part too. that part wasn't as hard as you expected, the acting like a couple, no, it was the avoiding questions that was really getting to you. at some point in the conversation, your dad had congenially asked jaehyun when the next time he'd be coming home was. normally, he would congenially reply with something like "as soon as possible", but this time, he just froze. he appeared to attempt a reply, but was cut short at "uh–", the rest of the sentence never following through.
hoping to repair the awkward moment, you start to construct a fib. "jaehyun's been uh– you know, working at one of those um, nursing homes–", this is too out-of-the-box a reply even for jaehyun who turns to you, trying and failing to the hide incredulous look on his face.
"a nursing home? oh, i didn't know you were training to be a nurse!", your mother is surprised but definitely not disappointed, placing her hand on her chest with a sympathetic look on her face as she looks at jaehyun. he looks as if he's trying to speak to you using only his eyes, widening and squinting them at a rapid pace, tilting his head towards you so your parents don't see his expression. there are clear signs of confusion and you're aware he's questioning your decisions, but that's as far as you get with his eye signals and you let him know by shrugging and wincing, so he closes them while sighing inwardly and turns to face your parents, a fake smile stuck on his lips.
"yes! haha, funny story, this one...", he grits his teeth but furthers your stupid concoction of a story, snapping his fingers while trying to think. "i'm not really training to be a nurse, i just volunteer there sometimes. love being around old people, you know, makes me feel full of life–"
you cut him off before he can make this even worse for the both of you, taking in your mother's furrowed eyebrows and your dad's slightly opened mouth. "yes, well, it's hard for him to catch a break, you know, with all the...", you slap your hand over his knee and give it a little squeeze, turning to him with a grin while he smiles tightly back at you, eyes focusing on the hand on his thigh without changing his expression. "...hard work he does."
jaehyun's eyes don't leave your hand, seeing as this is the first act of skinship in six months, albeit casual. your hand feels so hot that you think you might be burning a hole through the material of jaehyun's jeans, finally ripping your hand off of him.
"of course...", your father trails off in confusion, and no one can seem to make head or tails of the situation. in a moment, your mother pauses before clapping her hands, seemingly already forgotten about the strange situation as she chimes "dinner in five!~". your sister scampers off with claims of helping your mother out in the kitchen (and probably to try and secure a spot close to you and jaehyun), and jaehyun stands up and heads to the cupboard containing all your placemats without out even being asked. you offer to help but he shakes his head, and you opt to go sit back down on one of the arm chairs facing the kitchen area, just observing.
this was one of jaehyun's qualities that made you fall in love with him, but also pissed you off to no end. first of all, didn't he ever get tired of just being so good all the time? second of all, why couldn't his own parents see what everyone else saw in him? and thirdly, why did you choose to ruin your life six months ago? as for the last one, you knew why, but the extent of your stupidity was real apparent to you now.
you look away when he meets your eyes and catches you, your heart beating fast when you see out of the corner of your eye that his gaze lingers for a moment or two. underneath all that hatred, was there still a small part of him that cared about you? after you broke up with him, over call that too, he attempted to call you back two or three times, but you couldn't bring yourself to pick up. out of fear or maybe even shame, you never answered his calls and since then, you'd had no contact.
it was impossible. with a break-up like that and six month's worth of time to sit and think about it, you imagine that one could hold a surprising amount of hatred for someone–especially after a relationship as real as yours. if you switched the roles, you think you wouldn't feel much different.
at your mom's signal, you heave yourself off the couch and to the dining table, seating yourself next to jaehyun (everyone expected you to sit with him, they left the chair empty on purpose). your sister has already claimed the spot opposite jaehyun and was patiently awaiting the vegetables that she knew your mother was going to pile on her plate, a little pout forming on her lips at the sight of broccoli. "you can't make that face every time, like i'm feeding you dog food", your mother scolds her with a smile, giving her a generous helping of veggies. the pout deepens and she folds her arms with a cross look on her face. "you guys don't have to eat the broccoli. why do i?"
she's got a point, you think, but before you can tell her to just eat them, jaehyun speaks. "that's exactly what my little cousin sungchan said...", jaehyun tells her, looking around the table with a dramatic sigh. "and we all know what happened to him..."
little cousin sungchan? as far as you know, there is no little cousin sungchan, and you know a lot about jaehyun's family, so you put your fork down in favour of listening to his story at the same time your sister curiously asks, "what happened?".
"well, like you, sungchan didn't like eating his veggies", starting off the story with a shrug under your mother's listening ears, he talks in a low voice. "he'd always argue with my aunt till one day, he refused to eat them.
your sister is knocking food around her plate while she listened to jaehyun, and she's not impressed with the story so far. "see! why can't i do that?", she asks indignantly, and your mother shoots jaehyun a look to which he winced and continues. "nothing happened for a while, so sungchan thought he had proved his point. but he hadn't heard of the veggie monster."
the story is heading in such a stupid direction that you almost laugh out loud, but you catch yourself when you notice your sister's expression, guarded and wary. "...the veggie monster? ...that's not real...", she speaks like she's not fully sure of her words herself, pausing her attack on her food.
"sungchan thought that too", jaehyun agrees, lowering his voice like one would when telling a scary story, looking around him like it could be listening before continuing, for the story's sake. "but he didn't know that without veggies, a child's body is weak. their bones don't grow strong, they stay small and their minds aren't sharp at all. that's how the veggie monster chooses his targets."
you hold back a snort at your sister's wide-eyed expression and how serious jaehyun looks, he's even got your dad attempting to look nonchalant as he followed the story. "the less veggies a kid eats, the weaker they get, and that's easy pickings for the veggie monster. he comes late at night, and there's no point in hiding because he knows. he can smell when a kid doesn't have enough vitamins and it makes him hungry."
with your sister, your parents and even you hanging on to every word, jaehyun lowers his voice to almost a whisper, and all of you lean in closer to listen. "legend has it that he looks so scary that you lose the ability to move or speak, so he just takes you. sungchan was never seen again. the police said he was missing but i knew what happened to him."
you have to admit, jaehyun can tell a story. the atmosphere felt more eerie as he concluded the story cryptically, but your sister looks positively gutted. "did he take him?", she questions, face white and voice small. he nods slowly, like he didn't want to be talking about this, and all you can think about is how this man deserved an award after the show he put on. "i had my suspicions. no one believed me, but i'm ninety-nine percent sure that at dinner, i saw a pair of dark, red eyes staring straight into the kitchen from the window."
as if nature was a paid fucking actor, a slight crash sounds from outside the window on cue, like if a cat knocked over a plastic bin, but you're pretty sure your sister shit her pants. you've never seen her shovel vegetables into her mouth at that kind of record speed before, even your parents are looking at her astounded. with her food in her mouth, she pleads with glazed eyes, "please– i'm sorry, i'll have my veggies, don't let him take me!"
it takes all of you a little while to convince your sister that she'd be completely fine if she ate all the veggies given to her and that the veggie monster wouldn't even think of her, but it's safe to say that she'd never leave a bit of stray carrot on her plate ever again. your mom comically mouths 'thank you' to jaehyun which makes you laugh, and you turn to smile at him, and he gives you a nod in return. small steps, you think, because a nod is a whole lot better than a glare.
the rest of the dinner continues as if nothing changed. sure, you and jaehyun knew things were different, but it didn't fully feel like it at the moment. your mom had prepared a lot of nice food for the occasion, and your dad even helped, particularly proud of the way his stir fry turned out. jaehyun made sure to compliment both your parents on their cooking, and they all but melted– he still knew exactly how to talk to them. conversation was easy; you talked about work, you talked about how university was going, you talked about the school play your sister was going to take part in, about jaehyun's parents, nothing was forced.
you'd fall into comfortable silences at times in favour of sitting back and observing, listening, just being a part of the moment. for someone who was so reluctant to be here, jaehyun seems comfortable, the familiarity of the situation helping ease the tension between the two of you. expecting some bumps along the way, you were rather pleased with how things were turning out, but you were also anticipating the end of the lovely evening– where you and jaehyun would eventually go your separate ways. you don't want to think about it just yet, not when everything was going so smoothly, and your opportunity to snap out of your thoughts is presented to you, just not in the way you would have liked.
your mother's question seems to have thrown jaehyun for a loop as well, because his eyebrows are furrowed and he looks blatantly confused. at some point during a lull in the conversation, your mother had politely asked jaehyun how his christmas in japan had gone; the only problem with this question was that he never had a christmas in japan, not to his knowledge anyway. this, was yet another lie you had told your parents, when they had asked why jaehyun hadn't accompanied you home to celebrate christmas, like he had originally planned to. unbeknownst to them, you had already broken up with him prior to the christmas holidays, so jaehyun wasn't exactly going to come along anyway. so, you told them that he had to spend christmas with an aunt in japan, for familial reasons.
you didn't exactly have time to prep jaehyun and give him a run down of every single lie he had to play along with, so he turns to you with a look of uncertainty and desperation in his eyes. "my, uh- christmas? in japan?", he puts emphasis on the two keywords, not blinking when he speaks directly to you in hopes that you would take the hint and help him out.
"yeah, your christmas. in japan. with your aunt", you reply to him with the same tone and expression as he does, trying your best to sound subtle so your parents don't catch on.
"yes, with your aunt! we were so sad to hear that you couldn't make it for christmas", your mother is unknowingly helping jaehyun catch up with the fake story, and he releases a short "ahh" during his moment of 'recollection'. "right, my real aunt who definitely lives in japan."
he grits his teeth when he talks, making you grimace and the fact that your parents look completely puzzled doesn't help. you need to save your dignity anyway, so you try to cut jaehyun off before he can make things worse. "haha, jaehyun of course she's your real aunt, silly", you awkwardly chuckle, feigning nonchalance when you bump his shoulder with your fist, wishing you could telepathically communicate with him right now, but you'd probably only be saying "please, please, please" on repeat.
he sighs but speaks up again, much to your relief. "it was slightly boring, my aunt doesn't do much", he laughs softly, fully back in character. "but you know, it's still nice to spend time with your family."
if your parents are suspicious, they don't say anything, seemingly satisfied with jaehyun's answer. dinner continues with few hitches until jaehyun insists that he washes the dishes. "it's the least i can do, after you both made such delicious food."
your mother at least tries to argue with him for a bit, but your dad is quite happy to not have to wash dishes, patting jaehyun on the back before standing up. what surprises you however, is jaehyun turning to you with the sweetest, most fake smile you've seen in a minute plastered on his face. "you mind helping, y/n?"
smiling tightly, you nod and begin clearing the table. this is done in silence, neither of you even looking at each other as you pick up dishes and carry them to the kitchen. your sister has run off to the living room to watch some t.v with your dad, and it feels like you're finally allowed to breathe when your mother exits the room as you’re picking up the last dirty dish. walking into the kitchen, jaehyun's back is facing you while he washes dishes, the environment and the little tune he's humming making everything seem so domestic in your eyes. this is how dinner used to always go when he came over, with you and him washing the dishes together in the end, taking breaks to splash each other with the soapy water or making out secretly by the counter.
but the air is foreign now, none of the former warmth or softness remaining. he turns to you with a frown when you place the final dish on the side of the sink, and he really doesn't look too happy. "visiting an aunt in japan? really?", he scoffs, looking incredulous while you look sheepish, avoiding his eye contact entirely.
you were expecting something like this but you hated being put on the spot. "i don't know, okay, what else was i supposed to say?", the exasperation in your voice is evident but it only fuels jaehyun, and rightfully so.
"i got an idea, how about 'oh, he can't come because i dumped his ass over call for no reason, sorry'?", he digs snidely, voice laden with scorn. there it is. "or is that too close to the truth for you?"
he doesn’t even let you open your mouth, chucking the cloth he was using to dry the dishes on the counter somewhere, folding his arms while he looks at you in a hostile way. “you wanna know how i really spent my christmas, y/n?”, he sneers sardonically, a sarcastic smile etched on to his lips. “alone in my house. miserable. i wish i had an aunt in fucking japan that i could’ve spent it with.”
you hate to admit it, but his words sting and you are well aware that you deserve it. just asking him to join you for this dinner was a huge reach, a request you really didn't expect him to accept. you don't fully understand why he did, though. he clearly despised you, so many be it was out of love for your family? you know jaehyun cared for them, but doing all this was uncharacteristic even for him. when you don't say anything but wear an agonised expression on your face, jaehyun further questions you.
"do you not have anything to say for yourself?", he tries again, his voice a little softer and more hopeful than before but you look like you're fighting some internal battle that doesn't involve him. he exhales deeply, clearly disappointed in your lack of an explanation and just walks past you and out of the kitchen.
you remain in the kitchen for a couple beats more, trying your level best to collect yourself. you can feel tears pricking the corners of your eyes and your breathing is quicker, but this is the absolute worst time to have a little panic attack in the kitchen. how you wished the two of you could just forget about everything for a minute so you could wrap your arms around his figure and fall into his embrace, feeling like that would solve all your problems. it's selfish and wrong, but you know that you're not getting over jaehyun anytime soon.
you'd come to that conclusion a couple months back. the first month after you broke things off with him was possibly the worst time of your life, struggling to eat, sleep or even get out of bed. your friends urged you to reach out to him like they knew you wanted to, but you remained stubborn, convinced at the time that you had made the right decision that would hurt the least for the both of you. you were wrong, you could see that now, but you knew it was much too late. you'd already gone through all the stages of grief, but seeing jaehyun again in this environment had really gone and thrown a spanner in the works for you, all because of your terrible decision-making skills.
any hopes you had of the two of you at least being on semi-friendly terms had just flown out the window as well, and you suddenly think that this might've been the reason why jaehyun even agreed to come. an explanation. a well-deserved one at that. you don't know why you find it so hard to give him one, but you suspect it's because you're not ready to face all that yourself.
upon hearing your mother faintly call out your name, you realise how long you've been standing in the kitchen, taking a couple more deep breaths before you join the rest of them. it's clear that everyone's winding down, your sister curled up on your dad's lap, trying to blink away her sleepiness, while everyone else mutedly watched the television. "didn't mean to keep you all up past your bedtime", you try to joke lightheartedly because your parents look like they're about to hit the hay themselves, but it's really so that no one suspects you were having a little breakdown in the kitchen; especially jaehyun.
"you're not wrong", your dad agrees gruffly, stretching a little before tapping on your sister's cheek to wake her, much to her displeasure. "it's technically your mama's turn to put you to bed, isn't it?", he attempts, but is quickly shot down by your mother, pinching his arm after claiming it was certainly not her turn. after their grand performance, both of them comically turn to look at you with a suspiciously bright look in their eyes. you don't even have time to argue, because the second the hint of a sigh leaves your mouth, they're saying "thank you" and "how nice of you to offer", urging your sister to wake up to let her know that you'll be tucking her in tonight.
she perks up a little at this, nodding with a little glint in her eyes. hopping off your dad's lap, she sleepily totters over to you. "can jae come too?", her voice is hopeful and small, and she yawns in the middle of her sentence but she just has this certain charm that makes everyone unable to say 'no' to her. this includes jaehyun, because one look from her with her arms raised and he's picking her up, pretending to complain about it. you can't help but smile at the whole interaction.
"oh quick! before i forget...", your mom gasps in remembrance, picking her phone up from the coffee table with a tired smile. "don't know when i'll get to see the two of you again so, pictures!"
this may be the only part you were slightly prepared for. your mother had a special affinity for taking photos; not that she was any good at it, she just enjoyed capturing these little moments and treating her gallery like a scrapbook. she had more or less documented the entirety of you and jaehyun's relationship, from the first few months where all the photos were cheesy smiles and awkward poses, to when you had grown more comfortable around each other. in fact, a photo she had taken of jaehyun was your wallpaper for quite some time (it took a lot of effort and explaining to help your mom airdrop you the picture)– it was a shot of jaehyun and your sister grinning from ear to ear, both adorning aprons that were covered in flour after a failed attempt at baking cookies.
the point being, you're pretty sure jaehyun was also expecting the pictures, so it didn't really surprise you when he plastered a smile on his face and came to stand beside you. his hand finds the small of your back soon enough and it makes your body stiffen while simultaneously sending a jolt through it, and jaehyun feels it. mistaking the action for uneasiness, he immediately lifts his warm hand off you so that it's now hovering awkwardly over your body, though no one can see that from the front. while you are disappointed, you lean into him anyway, clasping your hands together behind your back as you both give the camera wide smiles. you're so close you can smell his cologne and it's making you dizzy, not because the scent is overpowering but because it's just so familiar and you can't get enough of it.
the moment is gone in a flash because your mother takes three to four photos while cooing at the two of you before she decides to call it a night, and then jaehyun is ripping himself from you. you don't think anyone else recognises it, the way he seems to want to be as far from you as possible because he's so good at masking these things, but you can feel it. you can feel this heat radiating off of his body whenever he's near you and it's not the warm, fuzzy kind of heat. the spot on your back where his hand rested still burns a little.
your parents are exhausted and look more than happy to be able to jump straight into bed, but not before thanking you and jaehyun. you hug and kiss them goodnight, promising that your next visit will be sooner than this one before they exchange pleasantries with jaehyun, making him promise the same. you know this has to be hard on him, making a mental note to apologise profusely before you part ways. with a reminder that the door now locks from the inside, they bid you goodnight and goodbye, trudging off to their room while your sister scampers up the stairs to hers, suddenly full of life.
you understand why your parents were more than happy to hand over bedtime duties to you and your "boyfriend", because putting your little sister to bed turned out to be a piece of work. she started off by blatantly refusing to brush her teeth, but jaehyun had that one sorted when he reminded her that the veggie monster had a lot of friends, so that was done. she changed into her pyjamas all on her own which was a relief, but you were at a loss over how to actually get her into bed.
you both humoured her for a bit, understanding that she was just happy to have her big sister and her big sister's nice boyfriend home again, so a little excitement was expected. jaehyun played along with her, which was a sight to see, following along with the characters she assigned him in her imaginary games. but when bouncing on her bed turned into running around the room like a crazed bunny, it was a little harder to convince her that she needed to sleep now. "look at me, i'm wide awake", she insists, widening her eyes with her fingers to show you both just how awake she was. jaehyun tried a couple times to catch her, but you're both taken by surprise at her remarkable speed and agility. in the end, you had to resort to just sitting down and hoping that she'll tire herself out, which eventually does happen.
she climbs into bed of her own accord, rubbing at her eyes while you pull the duvet over her body, up to her shoulders. "when are you coming next?", she mumbles curiously while you sit on the edge of her bed, jaehyun standing close by. "soon", you reply honestly, knowing that you'll always have a safe place to come to whenever you need. "maybe i'll even stay for a whole weekend next time."
she likes the sound of this, smiling tiredly with her hands peeking over the edge of her cover, holding it closer to her. "will you come too?", this question is directed towards jaehyun, who looks defeated when he opens his mouth to answer. it's not fair, expecting him to lie to your family like this, but you know you've gotta come clean soon. you'd made up your mind at this point and come up with a plan; you'd explain yourself to jaehyun and apologise after which you'll go your separate ways, then you'll tell your family the truth after tonight, or at least make up a more recent break up, and that's that.
when jaehyun looks to you for help, you play with your hands a little, not fully knowing what to say. "if the old ladies at the nursing home let him go, maybe...", is what you decide is the safest option to go with, and your sister seems satisfied enough, giggling drowsily. you know she's close to falling asleep, and you're about to inwardly celebrate a job well done when she pops her next, unexpected question. "will you both be together forever?"
oh. there's a hint of teasing behind her voice, but everything else about the question is innocent and genuine, blinking her eyes open so she can look at the both of you when you answer. though you're not touching him, you can feel jaehyun stiffen next to you, his voice sounding more than a little awkward when he lets out an involuntary "uhh".
"what do you mean, cutie?"
you don't know why he asks that, because it's a pretty straightforward question; will the two of you be together forever? you want to laugh at the irony because you know that if she had asked the same question last time jaehyun came home, you both would have exchanged knowing smiles, giggling shyly while you tried to answer. the answer would've been 'yes', and you know deep down that it still should be.
she clicks her tongue like it's the most obvious and easy question in the world, shrugging her shoulders when she speaks. "you know, that's what people do when they're in love,", she answers with no hesitation, and you want to roll your eyes because who kidnapped your little sister and replaced her with dhar mann? "just like mommy and daddy!"
"daddy and mommy are married, sweetie, it's a little different–"
"i know that", she cuts off your little improvised answer in a deadpan voice that almost makes you feel stupid, but all her questions have your heart thudding against your rib cage, and you're praying to god that jaehyun can't hear it too. "but still, they love each other, and that's why they're together forever. don't you love each other?"
you're pretty sure the world stopped spinning and your heart stopped beating simultaneously, most definitely not expecting these kinds of questions from your sister. how do you even prepare an answer for this kind of situation? you know for a fact that your cheeks are coated in a dark sheen of red, and out of the corner of your eye (because you refuse to look at him), you’re pretty sure you can see the distinct pink colour paint the tips of jaehyun's ears, like they always do when he's shy or embarrassed. you can't not give her an answer, because that looks weird and she's clearly waiting for one, but answering meant that you either tell her the truth, that no, you will not be together forever because your dumbass went and ruined everything for the both of you six months ago, or you can lie and say that she's right, which would be admitting a lot of things that you didn't want to admit–
"nothing's for sure, but you're right, if two people really do love each other...", jaehyun's deep voice brings all your spiralling thoughts to a halt, and you look at him for the first time in a bit, only to find that he's already looking at you, gaze raw and piercing. you hold your breath when he speaks, because you don't trust yourself at the moment. "...they'll end up together forever."
you hear your sister make some kind of a reply, but the heartbeat in your ears is so loud that you don't quite catch it, the eye contact you're holding with jaehyun so intense that it feels wrong to look away. what could he have possibly meant by that? or was it just some half-assed answer to get your sister to go to sleep? you realise that staring at him while trying to use your sixth sense to nonverbally convey these questions to him isn't going to work, but you can feel the lump forming in your throat, needing to get out of this situation quickly.
it takes everything in you to break the eye contact in favour of pressing a quick peck to your sister's temple, and she looks about ten seconds away from just crashing. "night y/n, night jae...", and with that she's out like a light, and you two wait wordlessly until her breathing evens out before silently exiting the room.
once her bedroom door is shut, you make a beeline for the front door, way too scared and vulnerable right now to look at jaehyun. he doesn't say anything, so neither do you, making sure the door is actually locked before taking your phone out of your pocket. the time on your phone screen reads '11:43', and you know it's too late to try and catch the metro or a bus, but you're too stubborn and embarrassed to ask jaehyun to drop you.
the air is cold outside, much colder than it was inside your warm house. at the current moment, there is no breeze either, the trees are still and there are only a few lights on around the street, and it just makes everything seem so still and loud. you look out at the road, eyes zeroing in on this one lamp post where you shared one of your first few kisses with the man standing beside you. it's crazy how time can change things, you think, because never would you have believed in the moment that jaehyun called you "the most beautiful girl in the world" before leaning in to sweetly connect your lips that he could ever be something so close to a stranger within months.
ultimately opting to look at him, you're once again unable to read the expression on his face as you try your best to speak your mind to him. "um, i'm gonna book a cab, so you're officially free to go. thanks again for tonight, you really didn't have to come with me, so i owe you one. or i don't have to owe you one, because we're not going to see each other again- anything's good with me, just uh...thanks."
he waits patiently for you to finish, and aside from the slightest hint of amusement in his eyes, you're at a loss over what he's really thinking, but his face is so stupidly handsome that you're feeling angry and a little awkward, choosing to look around, and at the floor, playing with your fingers as you spoke.
"you're so dramatic y/n, i can drop you home, it's no big deal", he's already walking towards the road and biting his lip, and you can't tell whether it's out of habit or if he's trying to hide a smile, yet something tells you that it might be the latter.
"so you just let me say all that even though you were gonna offer to drop me? dude..."
the initial ten minutes of the drive are uncommunicative, both of you choosing to look at the dark road instead of acknowledging the awkward silence that was swallowing the car up whole. you don’t talk about your argument in the kitchen, you don’t make small talk about dinner, you don’t talk. you'd normally play some music in the background and you know that your phone is definitely still connected to his car's bluetooth, but somehow it just doesn't feel right– punishing yourself by sitting in this impenetrable silence should do you better.
the roads are more or less empty, save for the lone car or bike that speeds past you. jaehyun knows the way to your house from your parent's because of the amount of times you've driven back and forth, so you don't feel the need to tell him to turn right or to keep going down a certain road, making for even more silence.
part of you is still a little thankful that it isn't the most short drive, even though you aren't even speaking to each other. all it takes is picturing your empty house, devoid of the homely domestic feeling it used to carry when jaehyun was a frequent visitor. what would you even do when you got home? wallow in self-pity over your life choices? play 'sweet' by cigarettes after sex because it reminds you of him, then put on his hoodie that doesn't even smell like him anymore, just so you can curl up in bed and have a good cry while you reminisce? you're starting to think that maybe attempting to talk to him isn't the worst idea, at least it'll give you something to cry about later.
you're going crazy wracking your brain, trying to think of something to say that wouldn't make the atmosphere even more uneasy, but all you got was "hey, thanks again for coming" and "hey, sorry for breaking up with you, what's good though?". you can't even help the wince creeping on your face, finally choosing to go with the former before you have a heart attack and die in jaehyun's front seat.
"thanks again for agreeing to come", you start, absolutely hating the break in your voice from not talking for some time. "you really didn't have to do that. and for dropping me."
he offers you a quick nod in your general direction and fixes his eyes on the road ahead like he was zipping through a crowded highway, though you're sure there isn't a car in sight. "like i said, it's cool", is all you get in return, and you have to remind yourself that he has every right to be short with you.
but still, you try again. "and you don't have to worry about my parents", chewing on your bottom lip, you actually look at him this time, hoping it'll prompt him to do the same, but it doesn't. "i'm gonna tell them the truth."
he releases a short breath from his nose like he finds your statement funny, but continues to not really say anything, just nodding to indicate that he heard you. you subconsciously clench and unclench your jaw at that, because god, he's so fucking annoying, but you swear you don't mean to release the slightly irritated sigh that you do. if you hadn't seen his knuckles turning white from how hard he's gripping the steering wheel, you might not have known that your little sigh pissed him off, because you can't tell it from his face, save from the barely-there eyebrow twitch.
you don't know what it is about car rides with only one other person that make you feel so vulnerable, but you think paired with this kind of silence, you could potentially confess to murder in this setting. it's infuriating, how unresponsive he is, and part of you thinks you're jealous of the control he's exerting, because you're dead sure that if you were in his position, you'd have a fair amount to say. it must be satisfying for him in a way, watching you squirm like this out of guilt and discomfort, but you know in your heart that jaehyun simply isn't like that.
"look, jaehyun", your mouth is working faster than your brain, the silence proving to be too much for you to handle. "i know i fucked things up a bit. with how i ended it and everything..."
perhaps you should've taken a little more time to properly articulate your thoughts, because even jaehyun can't control the astounded scoff that slips out of his mouth. you yourself can't believe that you chose to deliver your words like that and it makes you sound so self-righteous, but they're out, and now you're bracing yourself to finally hear what jaehyun really has to say.
"fucked things up a bit? are you serious?", you can hear it in his voice that he's holding back, but he chooses to laugh in disbelief instead, which you think is actually worse than him straight up screaming at you. "y/n, you didn't even bother telling me in person. you dumped me over the fucking phone, saying it wasn't working."
you now kind of wish that you had just kept quiet and sat in his awkward car, and exchanged awkward niceties when you reach home, never to see him again. but this is your final chance at some form of redemption, and now that jaehyun was actually speaking his mind instead of giving you tight nods, you tried to explain yourself.
"jaehyun, i know, i just–"
"i called you a bunch of times. i tried to come see you and everything, but you went and changed your lock and all your friends were saying you didn't want to see me?"
there goes trying to explain yourself. so you sat and listened instead, and it was the least you could do. jaehyun's voice became more and more strained as he talked, the emotions he was feeling now a lot more evident. he was angry, but more importantly, he was confused, and sad.
"i just- i didn't know what went wrong, you know? we were completely fine as far as i knew", he continues on in a laboured way and he's not looking for you speak right now, so you don't. "fuck i- i thought we were in love."
the little laugh he lets out in between his words more or less breaks your heart, the whole scenario sounding all too familiar. those exact words were the last thing you'd heard from jaehyun before you fully and cruelly broke things off, letting him know the decision was final before cutting the call. you remember that day so clearly. you had meant to go see him and explain all this in person, that’s the whole reason you were in the car, but for some reason, you just couldn’t do it. you remember how much your hands were shaking as you waited for him to pick up the call, sitting in the car by yourself in the middle of your driveway. how long you sat and cried after you ended the call, tears falling until there weren't any left. how it began raining the very second you stepped out of your car to go back inside.
the weather was a funny thing, choosing to mirror your mood only when it saw fit. it was warm and sunny on the day you broke up with him, gentle breeze and wispy clouds all around. it was warm and sunny this morning, the weather ever so pleasant as you plucked up the courage to walk to his door. it was still unusually warm and sunny for the couple months following your break up, feeling sour as ever that the weather was so lovely and all you could do was sit in your room and feel sorry.
you took note of all these occasions because it always used to piss you off. though you shiver now in the car, you think it's kind of satisfying in a way, because the only two times your mood and the weather lined up was right after the break up, and the second you stepped outside your house with jaehyun; it feels like a premonition, or a revelation of sorts. the grey of the stormy sky matched the absolute devastation you felt after breaking up with him, rain pouring from the heavy clouds like they were crying for you. now, the cold, still air feels like baited breath, awaiting your next move.
"and nothing, i hear nothing from you for six fucking months until you're suddenly on my doorstep, asking me to pretend to be your boyfriend for a night. that's fucking insane!", he sounds a little wild now, very exasperated, but you figure it's probably better to just let him get it all out of his system, and you'd do good to listen to him as well. everything he's saying makes complete sense, all the emotions he dealt with akin to what you would've gone through had it been you in his place. "and you know what's more insane? i agreed. after all that, i agreed."
that’s the part you don’t understand. your heart is racing listening to him and you have so many thoughts swimming around in your head, it's difficult to filter them. you feel similar to how you felt back in the kitchen, although this time you can't take a minute by yourself to get over it. you absolutely refuse to cry in this moment, not wanting to seem like you're trying to victimise yourself when you are aware you're the problem. but you can feel your heart breaking all over again.
"why did you agree?", you physically can't raise your voice to louder than a whisper, the tension too thick to try and overpower it.
"why did you dump me?", he counters like a child, and while you were expecting the question, it still makes you freeze up a little. he huffs in annoyance when you don't say anything, inclining his head while he waits expectantly for you to answer. "you wanted to talk? let's talk, y/n. you don't get to just waltz back into my life like it's nothing. it's not fair,"  it's so cold, the way he says your name, but you try your best not to let it further shake you, mustering up the courage to finally speak. "it's so stupid, jaehyun."
he looks like he's about two seconds away from just combusting, the only sound piercing the cold air being the gentle hum of the engine. "don't you think i deserve to know?", he urges, voice edged with hurt and frustration. "i spent the whole day with you and your family, pretending like everything was happy and normal when it's not."
"i know, jaehyun-"
"then, tell me."
you shift uncomfortably in your seat, teeth toying with your bottom lip as you avoid looking at him. "i don't know," you murmur, your voice barely audible to yourself over the pounding of your heart.
"you don't know?", he repeats incredulously, his tone tinged with disbelief. "after everything, you don't know? don't lie to me, y/n."
your throat tightens as guilt washes over you, but you try to stand your ground. "i just... i couldn't do it anymore," you confess, voice trembling with emotion.
"couldn't do what?", he presses, his frustration mounting with each passing moment. you know he doesn't believe you, dead set on getting the answers he deserves. he's driving slowly now, allowing him to turn his head in your direction more often.
"this!", you exclaim but immediately recoil when you see the look of hurt flash in his eyes. "no! not this, i mean- me! it's my fault, you did nothing wrong." you're saying all the wrong things, but you're too overcome with emotion to attempt to form a coherent sentence. still, you know it's time that the truth came out, so you continue to explain with a heavy heart.
"i didn't mean to hurt you," you choke out, and your voice is so thick you have to swallow before you carry on. he looks indignant and rightfully so, but you go on before he can interrupt you again. "but i was so scared, jaehyun."
his expression softens at your state, replaced with a mixture of sadness and resignation. "scared of what?", he asks quietly, his words hanging heavy in the air. you feel the need to pause for a moment, hands balled into tight fists as you try to regulate your breathing. you really didn't take into account how debilitating the night would be on yourself. sure, you knew it was going to be tough seeing jaehyun again, especially if he agreed to pretend to be together, but you weren't really expecting to hash it out like this, the weight of your decision pressing down on your like a leaden blanket.
the car moves so slow it may as well be still but  when you turn to him, you can feel the burn of jaehyun's gaze, his eyes searching for some semblance of understanding. "i loved you", he whispers, voice cracking with the intensity of his words. "i would've done anything for you."
you're still, you're so so still. tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you struggle to find the right words to say, but he's completely thrown you off. the car has slowed to a stop, engine idling before he eventually turns it off in favour of turning to you.
"that's exactly why," you reply weakly, your voice a fraction of the volume it normally is. he surveys you intently, his expression a mix of confusion and hurt, eyes reflecting the very same sadness you feel.
"what do you mean?"
"i was scared of hurting you," your confession does nothing to ease his confusion, but you can see he looks more shocked than anything now. "scared of hurting me?," he echoes, his uncertainty and disbelief palpable. "this is so ironic, it's almost funny..."
you think hearing any more of what he has to say is actually going to kill you internally, so you know you have to rush to explain before he starts giving you a piece of his mind again. "i know, it's so fucking stupid, jaehyun", your voice is trembling from the sheer guilt you feel, bottom lip quivering so much you have to bite it to get it to stop. "everything was going so perfectly, you were so perfect, and it scared me so much."
he falls silent, much to your relief, his expression even softening minutely as he processes your words and this gives you the encouragement to continue. "remember that night on the beach? on the trip last year?", you speak tentatively, wanting him to understand your thought process and the tangled mess of emotions swirling inside you at the time, though it's not much of a defense. the memory floods into your mind so vividly, and you can see it all; the salt in the air, the gentle breeze, the feeling of the sand, your intertwined hands swinging. it was so serene and you'd give anything to be there in that moment again, though it's nothing but a distant dream now.
he nods slowly without speaking, and you release a wet sort of laugh, feeling like you'd choke on the lump in your throat. "we talked about everything that night, our families, our childhoods, our futures...and then you brought up what would happen after we graduated college."
you know he remembers because his eyes light up with recognition and he looks like he's replaying that exact moment in his head, and you hope he remembers it with the same soft, gushy feeling you do. "you said you wanted to move in together, and don't get me wrong, i was thrilled, but it made me realise how...serious everything was, you know?", your voice catches in your throat and you're talking to yourself as much as you're talking to him and he seems to understand that, because he makes no attempt to stop you.
it's silent again for a bit as you two reminisce, but you break it again. "i just knew i was going to fuck up, jaehyun. maybe not right away, but eventually, and the thought terrified me," you sniffle a little, not being able to bring yourself to look up from your hands to meet his gaze. "that feeling never really went away, and it was eating me up from the inside. it got so bad that i had convinced myself that you were going to leave me, so i had to do it first, before i fucked up."
your sorrowful confession hangs in the air like an echo and you finally give in to the urge to look at him, and you're shocked– he looks at you so carefully, his expression soft, much, much softer than before. you couldn't stop the tears from finally falling if you tried , the soft glow of the dashboard illuminating the contours of your now wet face. your shared eye contact makes you feel nervous, but not in the way you were expecting– it's too gentle, too raw and it makes you feel a certain way.
"i know it's not an excuse," you're blubbering so much that your cheeks feel hot, you're practically falling apart in the passenger seat of jaehyun's car while he watches and lets you pour all your miseries out onto him. "you don't know how much i regretted it...but i thought i did the right thing. for the both of us. even though i just ended up doing what i was trying to avoid by hurting you."
it's too much now, jaehyun's too silent, and too not-angry for your liking; why is he looking at you in a way that makes you feel like he doesn't think you're the worst person in the world? you can't hold back the sob that's building in your chest, doubling over in favour of pressing your hands against your face and bawling into them. you're not too loud a cryer, but the tremors of emotion you feel are making your shoulders shake, so you're crying silently into your hands while trembling. however guarded he tries to be, the gentleness of his voice overpowers it as he speaks. "i know, shh...," he murmurs and you can't believe your ears, that the man you thought hated you is actually attempting to comfort you after everything. "breathe, y/n."
like it's second nature to him, his hand travels to your back as the sobs wrack through your body, immediately drawing soothing circles on to your covered skin with his thumb. you don't know how but this almost makes you feel worse, the fact that he's still so caring towards you. you pluck up the strength to lift your face from your moist hands, and you're sure it's not a pretty sight that greets him. your nose feels unbelievably stuffy, and your face is on fire when you meet his sympathetic eyes, the warmth from his gaze and hand spreading throughout you, even though he's now removed it. "i'm sorry," you manage through sniffles, but you think you almost flatline when he reaches his hand towards your face, ever so gently caressing it. his thumb juts out and sweeps across the skin under your eye, wiping away at the wetness. "i know."
"shh, it's okay. you're okay", he coos gently and slowly takes his hand back in favour of imitating slow breaths for you, helping you relax a little as you copy him. "why would you think i'd leave you?", he asks carefully once you've calmed down a bit and wiped your tear-streaked face, simply surveying you now. all you can offer him is a defeated shrug, attempting to collect your thoughts. "remember i told you about my ex? the very first one?"
he nods.
"i moved on obviously, like ages ago, but since then i think i've always had this idea that getting dumped is inevitable", you try to explain, voice small as he listens patiently. "it was either leave them or get left, and i was so scared that it would happen with you, that i'd fuck up so bad that you would leave. i couldn't do it."
he frowns and calls out your name in a way that sounds like he's about to lecture you, but you know he can't tell you anything that you haven't already told yourself. "i know, jae, it was so stupid, i know. i don't regret anything more", you sigh, giving him a tight, small smile when you lock eyes. "i'm sorry."
you notice his eyes soften at the nickname, releasing a quiet huff before he runs a hand through his hair. his body language doesn't carry the same anger it did before when he was ranting, now looking subdued and reflective. "i understand why you did what you did. it was stupid, but i understand", he murmurs, his voice impossibly soft when meeting your gaze, the eye contact so intense that you have to physically remind yourself not to cry again by digging your fingernails into your palms. "i would've never left you."
you nod slowly at his admission, his words hanging in the air. "i should've just talked to you...", you concluded in a sullen way and he doesn't reply in full, just mumbling a soft "yeah" under his breath. you don't mind the silence that fills the car this time, the underlying tension more or less dissipated, but you do notice the time, realising that jaehyun still needs to go back home after dropping you.
"should we, uh...", you gesture towards the road and he jumps up in his seat, as though he forgot that he was driving you somewhere in the first place, muttering "sorry" before twisting the key to start the car. this makes you let out an involuntary giggle and jaehyun shoots you a quick glare which immediately shuts you up, a certain warmth blooming in your chest when you see a small smile creep on to his face out of the corner of your eye.
it's quiet for a bit, jaehyun focusing on the road while you gaze out the window. much to your dismay, both the road and the various buildings and shops start to look a lot more familiar, indicating that you are nearing your home. you shouldn't be dismayed really, because this wasn't the most congenial of car rides, but it means that your time with jaehyun is coming to an end. you don't know what the conversation that took place means for you and him however, because unless you're alarmingly stupid, you feel that he may not hate you as much as he once did. does this mean you might even be able to see him again sometime? in a setting where you're not sweating and shaking at just the thought of seeing him?
you think it might be a bit audacious of you to ask that, so you don't. instead, you turn to him with a light grin, playing with the necklace clasped around your neck. "hey, at least you got some new headphones out of all of this", you joke lightheartedly, eyeing the package sitting on the backseat. he lets out a heartwarming chuckle at your comment, glancing at the bag through his rear view mirror. "i can't believe your parents bought that for me. you think they'll make me return it when they find out we aren't together?", he remarks, and you do your best to ignore the little pang you feel at the reminder of your situation. his comment does make you snort though, and you nod along with him. "nah, you need it more than anyone. your airpods have seen better days."
he laughs again, and you wouldn't believe that you two were arguing back and forth like madmen some twenty minutes back. this feels familiar and comfortable, and you cross your fingers in case you jinx it. "do you remember that time when we planned a picnic..." jaehyun begins, a sense of nostalgia shining through his cheeks. "and you forgot to bring the speakers? and we tried blasting music through my one airpod?"
you can't stop the peals of laughter that escape from your mouth as you nod, covering your mouth when your snort makes him laugh as well. "remind me why we didn't just play the music straight from your phone?", you question, replaying the memory in your mind like it was recent. he pauses to think for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck while he hums. "yeah, what the fuck? why didn't we just do that?"
you're laughing in unison as you take this trip down memory lane together, the next few minutes of the car ride consisting of exclamations of "oh! remember when..." and "that time when...", both of you adding on to the memories with your own perspectives and insights. the fact that the conclusion of your little dispute remains ambiguous doesn't bother you too much at the moment, happy to just enjoy the warm atmosphere while you can.
jaehyun's animatedly recounting a story about your sister downloading a game on his phone when you face him, and the last thing you remember paying attention to was that she had somehow managed to spend a large amount of his actual money on it. your eyes are focused on him now, just studying him, and he seems to realise that you aren't listening to his story when he glances at you.
"what?", he questions, the corner of his eyes crinkling when he narrows them at you in an playful manner, taking one hand off the steering wheel to drum absentmindedly on his thigh. "nothing, i just...", you trail off, scanning his features. "you changed your hair. it's...nice. i wanted to tell you that earlier."
he clearly wasn't expecting the compliment, mouth opening and then closing as he tries to think of an admissible reply. "you like it?", he then asks, a shy smile tugging at his lips when he consciously cards his fingers through the longer bit at the back. at your reaffirming nod and heavy gaze, the expected pink sheen dusts his cheeks and though you can't see them, you know the tips of his ears are pink too. he mumbles something of a timid "thank you", both of you smiling like idiots while he trains his eyes on the road.
not too soon after, his car is pulling into your dark driveway. you can't help the sinking feeling in your chest, lips curved slightly downwards. none of the lights are on, save for the streetlight, illuminating the street in a ghostly, dim way. your house looks just like it had for the past many months, gloomy and lonely, and you're absolutely dreading the idea of moping around once again. if this day spent with jaehyun has showed you anything, it's that you're a 100% sure you've not moved on, and that you won't for a long, long time. simply put, you're still in love with him, and you'll have to carry the cross of your mistake for some time to come.
he switches the ignition off but neither of you move. you're sat in your dull driveway on an otherwise empty street, all the other lights of your neighbouring houses off. neither of you say anything, mostly because you're not sure what one is supposed to say in this situation, so everything is still.
"so–"
"well–"
you let out a nervous chuckle while he smiles a bit, both of you mumbling apologies for interrupting each other. "you go first", jaehyun compels you, but now you don't know what to say because you were just going to make it up as you speak. your mouth has a way of working faster than your brain sometimes, but neither seem to be too functional at the present moment. "no, you go", is all you got, and jaehyun has the nerve to roll his eyes, twisting in his seat a little so he's facing you.
"i was just going to say that we uh, reached your place", he claims in a deadpanned manner, but your car door is still locked and your seatbelt is still locked in. you think you must have lost your mind, hoping that he'd tell you to stay with him forever and never leave (which you would have agreed to in a heartbeat). "i guess we have...", you nod, looking out the window and observing your home. maybe it was the dread of going back to your old routine that gave you the sudden boost of confidence, but you realise he never answered your question from before.
"jaehyun...", you begin but falter when you think you might be overstepping, ultimately deciding to just ask anyway when he looks at you expectantly. "why did you agree to come today? we both know you didn't have to."
he looks like he was dreading the very question you asked for some time, shutting his eyes when he leans his head back against the headrest and sighs. "i don't know", is the answer he gives you, voice muffled through the palms of his hands that are rubbing his face tiredly. biting your lip, you have to hold back a similar sigh because you should've known he's not going to just tell you like that. you have no right to press, but yet you do, one more time. "jaehyun, please?"
maybe it's because you sound so meek, but he drops his hands in favour of looking at you, really looking at you, like he's searching your eyes. "why do you think?", he turns it back on you, but you know this is just his way of avoiding the question. "if i knew, i wouldn't be asking. i know you don't have to tell me, you don't owe me a single thing, i just–", you speak desperately with all of the confidence you can muster, worried that your bottom lip would start trembling again. "please, i need to know."
you're looking each other dead in the eye, and while your voice isn't strong, it's honest and raw, and jaehyun can sense that. you can see that there's a million thoughts running in his mind just by the pained look in his eye and your own heartbeat has picked up, the sound deafening in your ears.
"if you haven't figured it out by now, i don't know what to tell you."
thud. thud. thud. you wonder if he can hear your heartbeat over the sound of his, but the blood pumping through your veins is making your ears ring, because what did he mean by that? you hope it means what you want it to mean, but you can't just assume you know everything because you're delusional at this point. "jaehyun, what are you sayi–"
"i agreed because i'm still in love with you."
there it is. the silence after his confession is positively deafening, your mouth agape as your try to register what you just heard. your eyes flicker between his, searching for any signs that he's just messing you and that it's some cruel joke, though it would be completely in his right to fuck with you if he wanted. he's never looked more vulnerable, eyes trained on you in an almost frantic way, like he himself can't believe what he just said. the way he just blurted it out makes you think that he didn't fully mean to admit that, but it's out, nothing he could do to take it back.
"what?", your own voice sounds like an echo and you wish you had something else to say because you heard him loud and clear, but there's a burning ache in your chest that claws all the way up to your throat. the shock is evident in your voice, not knowing what to do with yourself as you visibly process his words. "tell me you're joking", you plead in a pained way, words barely above a whisper. he doesn't say anything, looking lost in his own thoughts as his eyes scan your face. "you don't hate me?"
"hate you?", he scoffs disconsolately, shaking his head slowly. "i couldn't hate you if i tried. and believe me, i tried."
you can hardly believe your ears. you know your heart shouldn't be pounding the way it is, it feels wrong almost for you to be feeling as relieved as you are. "after everything?", you insist dumbfoundedly, but the longing in your voice is palpable, even if you're trying to give him a way out. "i was so horrible to you, jaehyun." you hate the way your voice cracks, but jaehyun just sighs and offers you a sad smile.
"there's nothing you could do to make me hate you."
it's heartbreaking, how defeated he sounds, but he's also looking at you like you could do no wrong in his eyes. "i never moved on", you whisper, hesitance clear as you tell him the truth. "i couldn't delete any of our pictures, i still have all your clothes, sometimes i accidentally set the table for two when it's just me..."
he's blinking quickly, and if you didn't know any better, you'd say he was trying to hold back tears. your break-up did nothing but cause immense amounts of pain for the both of you, and you'd give anything in the world to make up the time lost. his wide-eyed and nearly motionless expression urges you to continue, ready to pour out your heart to the man you loved.
"i still have your number memorised", your face mirrors his, voice growing stronger by the minute. "all the gifts and letters you've ever given me, they're all still there in that shoebox in my cupboard."
"i thought about you everyday", his whisper is raspy, speaking right after you do. "every party i went to, i looked for you even though i knew you wouldn't be there. you know johnny tried setting me up with people?"
you try to suppress the little sting, but you feel it deep inside you. "he did?", you have to clear your throat, and you almost don't want to ask but you do anyway. he releases a sad little chuckle and nods, toying with his fingers. "yeah. i knew i was doomed when the whole date, i wished she was you."
the smile finds its way on to your face against your will, feeling that familiar lump make its way to your throat. "she could've made you happy, jae", you argue anyway because at the end of the day, you want the best for him, and you know you're far from the best.
"no one could make me feel the way you do, y/n", he replied honestly, and there's a sense of finality to his words, like he'd had this same argument with himself time and time again, only to come to this conclusion. “the thought of anyone else touching you made me sick”, he croaked, not missing the way his eyes ghost over your frame.
his words bring about a noticeable shift in the air, followed by silence. he watches you, and you watch him, breathing slow as your eyes dart across his face.”i don’t want anyone but you”, you confess slowly, and a few beats pass before you find it in you to speak again. "i love you, jaehyun."
silence.
you expected disapproval, maybe even a malicious scoff, but you certainly weren't expecting to feel a soft pair of lips against yours as he suddenly lurches forward.
you're stunned, so stunned that you don't even reciprocate the kiss, lips unmoving against his. it's only when he takes this as a sign of discomfort and breaks the kiss that you find yourself reacting, hands immediately making their way to caress his cheeks, leaning forward to chase his lips and close the distance between you. he lets out a sound of surprise against your lips but kisses you back right away, a hand wrapping around your neck from the back, tangling itself in your hair. the kiss is heated and so long overdue, tangible through the way his lips meld furiously together with yours, teeth clashing every now and then.
your hands make their way to his broad shoulders, one wrapping around them while the other comes to rest on his chest, gripping the material of his hoodie. you have the urge to be impossibly close to him, trying to lean forward to kiss him more fully but you're restricted by your seatbelt. it's almost as if he can read your mind, because the hand placed against your face now moves to press on the buckle to release you without breaking the kiss. "fucking seatbelt...", he mumbles disgruntedly against your lips, fiddling with the button until you hear it click, finally separating yourself from him to slip it over you. "there we go."
you don't stay separated for long because jaehyun uses the hand behind your head to pull you towards him again, capturing your lips in a way that makes all the air leave your lungs. "come here", he grunts, using his long arms to pull you clumsily over the gearshift and straight on to his lap. you settle yourself in to the somewhat awkward position in the enclosed space, but that's the last thing on your mind when all your thoughts consist of jaehyun, jaehyun, jaehyun. his lips are back on yours in a instance, tongue sweeping across your bottom lip messily and you gladly allow it to explore your mouth.
the air is impossibly thick, heavily contrasting to the cold weather outside the car, even his lips and hands feel warm against your hot body. you feel his hands grip your waist easily in this position, lips leaving your own to drag across the expanse of your jaw. you whine quietly at the feeling of his mouth sucking a particular spot on your neck, tilting your head back as you wrap your arms around his neck. "missed this", he muses, tongue peeking out to kitten lick at your neck, breath hot against your sensitive skin. "missed you."
the feeling in your chest when his hands find their way under your shirt and on to your bare skin is inexplicable, unable to stop the soft moan from tumbling from your lips when his big hands glide over your stomach, back and finally your breasts. everything about the way he's touching you and kissing you is greedy and urgent, like he's afraid you'll disappear from his arms if he loosens his grip even by a little bit. you'd be a fool to not match this energy, pressing into him while you squeeze your hands over his. "need you so bad, jae."
you're subconsciously grinding down against him needily, hips stuttering against his lap like you've never been touched before. "fuck", your eyes widen at the groan that leaves his throat, sounding absolutely guttural as he grips the skin of your hip harshly.
he's barely done anything and you're coming undone right in front of his watchful eyes, your panties dampening at the look on his face. "jae..", you whine when his fingers dip past the waistband of your pants, gently cupping your clothed core as you rut against it. "shit, baby", he marvels at the stickiness of your panties, feeling your wetness on his fingers just through the material. "you really missed me, huh?"
you don't even have the time to respond to his cocky remark before his fingers are slipping beneath the band of your panties to circle your clit, spreading the wetness around your folds. a breathy sigh escapes your lips, throwing your head back as he experimentally prods at your entrance and eventually slips a finger inside. "still so tight for me", he all but groans, pumping his finger in and out of you languidly, drinking in the sounds of your pleasure. he feels so blissfully familiar, and though you haven't been touched by him, or anyone for that matter for months, the stretch of his second finger feels the same kind of intimate as it did before, if not more.
you lean forward and press your lips against his once again, kissing him like you might never get the chance to again, all while you're grinding back down on his hand that's fingering you steadily with a thumb circling your clit at the same time. his free hand moves to bunch your top up above your breasts, peppering kisses over the tops of them. he wastes no time in pulling your breasts free from from their cups, attaching his lips to one nipple and swirling his tongue around it in a way that makes you cry out. "my pretty girl", he mumbles almost to himself while cupping your other breast, making a show out of it as his tongue flicks over your hardened bud over and over until your arching your back and pressing it further into his face. “thought about this all the time.”
keeping in mind that you're still technically in a public place, you bite your lip to contain the sounds of your pleasure, though jaehyun doesn't make it easy when he notices this and increases the pace of his fingers. the hand fondling your breast leaves it unattended for a moment to release your bottom lip from your teeth, smoothing his thumb over the swollen skin. "i've waited months to hear these sounds. let me hear you, baby", he all but purrs and that's all it takes for a moan to tumble out of your mouth, pressing your forehead against the side of his face while you screw your eyes shut out of pleasure.
with his attack on your sensitive buds and his fingers pistoning inside of you, you know you aren't going to last long. "already?", jaehyun chides with a small smirk, and it's embarrassing how well he knows your body, grazing his teeth against your nipple in a way that feels painful and heavenly at the same time. you can feel his rock hard bulge against you, and with the untimely grinding of your hips against him, you're sure this is torturous for him. "don't wanna come like this", you whine against his cheek, your entire body feeling sticky from the heat inside the closed vehicle. your puckered lips leave wet kisses all over the expanse of his cheek, and the boyish giggle that leaves his mouth makes your heart flutter. "wanna feel you, jae."
his head is thrown back against the headrest and his eyes are shut tightly, jaw clenched as he slowly slips his fingers out of you. though you whine at the loss of contact and you're almost grinding against the air, you want nothing more than to make him feel good as well. "want you to fill me up", you coo at him, softly linking your hands behind his neck as you test the waters with your words. it's clear they have an effect on him, both hands placed on your hips as he helps you lazily grind against his erection. "don't– have a condom", he grits out, hips bucking up to meet yours. "don't need one", you murmured immediately, knowing he wants this as bad as you do.
his eyes flicker open at that, one hand leaving your hip to brush some stray hairs away from your face, gently tucking some behind your ear. you could melt at the way he's looking at you, so tender and loving, a warmth spreading all over you until you feel like you have to look away. he doesn't let you however, hand quickly coming you to cup your cheek before leaning in place a small peck against your lips. "are you sure?", he sounds breathless, but still firm as his eyes glance between yours like he's reading them.
if he can read them, he'll know that you can't nod fast enough, dragging your hips across his needily to show him. "i'm sure. i want you, jae.", you're so needy that you don't even bother to take your pants or panties off fully, fingers fumbling with the waistband as you shimmy them down a little, leaving your underwear on. you swear your mouth waters when he unbuttons his pants and lets his cock spring out against his stomach, lustful eyes taking in the way he keeps his shirt up with his teeth. if this weren't such an awkward position, you'd have taken him in your mouth in an instant, knowing exactly what to do to hear the man in front of you whimper.
nudging your panties to the side, he focuses on collecting your wetness all over the tip of his dick, hissing at the contact. "please", you whine, not wanting to waste another moment, finally sighing in relief when he begins to press his cock inside you. he swears under his breath at the feeling, and you're feeling so stretched out just from him slipping it in even though you're still so wet that you just go lax in his arms until he bottoms out. "that's it", he grunts like he's holding back. "taking me so well, angel."
you preen at his praise, finally beginning to move your hips a little at his coaxing. sighing against the shell of his ear, he picks up the pace for you, not warning you before thrusting upwards to meet your movements with a groan. you can feel your mind going blank at the sensation, your moans sounding more like cries whenever he snaps his hips into yours, the obscene sounds filling the car. you're just so full, his hands gliding up and down your sides as he fucks deep inside you, making up for all the lost time. "you feel so good, baby", he barely gets his words out, but it gives you the encouragement to bounce up and down on his thick cock a little faster than before, his eyes widening at the feeling. "just like that."
he's kissing and sucking all over your neck again, lips ghosting over whatever skin he can reach and it's all so much, feeling a single tear stream down your face. he almost slows down for a second when he feels the tear drop on to his own face, eyebrows raised in surprise because he thinks he's hurting you, but he's even more shocked when you let out the high-pitched whine. "what's wrong, angel?", he mumbles into your neck, peering up at you carefully. you shake your head profusely, continuing to grind down on his cock. "i just- just love you so much, jae", you blabber incoherently, so wet that you're practically gushing around his dick.
"aw, baby", he shushes you sweetly, pressing his forehead against yours as his thrusts become more and more erratic. "i'm here. not going anywhere." the coil in your stomach is tightening and you can feel every inch of him inside you, more tears threatening to spill from your eyes before he's kissing them away. "i'm here."
he's hitting all the right spots inside you in this position, and he's basically doing all the work because you're like putty in his strong arms, all you can do is moan and cry out against him weakly. "i'm close", you warn him, but you know he already knows that, and you know he is too, slipping your hand down to where his rests on your hip and interlacing your fingers. "me too, pretty", he sputters through his teeth, giving your hand a tight squeeze as you start to come undone. “want you to cum. can you do that for me?”
"oh my god", you're crying out as you cum around his cock, body and mind going numb and ears ringing as the coil finally snaps. "cum inside me, jae, please", his eyes go wide at the way you're begging him, and he doesn't look like he can hold back much longer. "fuck angel, you- you sure–"
"yes, please, need you to fill me up", you cut him off, too sensitive from the way he's helping you ride out your high to move anymore. with a few more sloppy thrusts, his cock is twitching inside you before you lets out a guttural groan, his warm cum filling you up. you go limp against him, face nuzzled into the crook of his neck as the both of you try to regulate your heartbeats.
the sounds of your heavy breathing fills up the car along with jaehyun's soft murmurs of "so perfect" and "did so well for me". any doubts you had in your mind of this being a mistake in jaehyun's eyes are wiped away when he begins petting your head, gently smoothing your messy hair as he presses firm kisses to your head. his cock softens inside of you but he makes no move to pull out, wrapping his arms around your waist while you do the same around his neck, simply sitting in each other's presence silently.
you struggle but finally pick yourself up, gazing at his moonlit face from your place on his lap. “you okay? was that okay?”, he murmurs softly, his voice thick and eyes hazy as he traces little shapes on your back. “more than okay”, you reply tiredly, pressing your lips against his once again because you feel you’re in a dream-like state right now. you're sure he's the most beautiful man you're ever had the privilege of looking at, feeling incredibly vulnerable when you speak again even though he's looking at you with nothing but love in his eyes. "now what?", you question, suddenly feeling like you've jumped the gun when he opens his mouth to say something but stays silent. "never mind, don't answer that, we'll talk about it later", you shake your head, laughing a little breathlessly when he grins at you, pecking his forehead sweetly.
you look away from him and at your lifeless house, mouth working faster than your brain once again. "would you...want to come in?", you wince, feeling kind of stupid for asking but meaning it anyway. you're both comforted and thrilled when a large grin is plastered on to his face, feeling like maybe your home won't be as lifeless anymore.
"i think i'd love to come in."
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
4K notes · View notes
lucydacusgirl · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
1 note · View note
potchi-fics · 19 days ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
note: backshots with g!p vi mhhmmpffhmmhfpphfmmm, also it's 3:50 am here when i finished writing this (w/o the good boy for the folks out there, here's the link, all of my g!p works will be posted in there.)
      vi’s libido is exceptionally high—especially when it comes to you and you only. you have the power to turn her on, to make her dick so hard, it’ll leave her aching, needy, and whiney. you could be bending to get something you baked from the oven, or press your tits on her arms to show her something, or just wear shorts that reveal your thighs.
her eyes have never shined so brightly. her dick gets harder and harder every time. the moment you step out of your shared bathroom wearing just her shirt and underwear—she is gone.
“vi, how are you turned on right now,” her hands roam your body, still slightly damp from a shower, “you seriously cannot be turned on.”
      she kisses your neck, vi’s front making contact against your back, leading you to lean your head to the side, giving her more access. 
vi whines out, her hips grinding on your backside, hissing at the small pleasure, “please, baby. can’t help it,” your hand lands on her hips as she begins to grind, letting you feel her cock through her shorts, “you make me feel so good.”
“vi–” you feel fingers at the garters of your underwear, eyes widening once she pulls it down, pooling around your midthighs.
      well, good thing your libido is higher, yeah?
she pushes you towards the end of your bed, making you land on your knees. and without even a second thought, vi flattens her tongue on your pussy, toes curling at the sudden pleasure. her thumb circles your clit at an agonizingly slow pace, but her tongue, god, her tongue is doing wonders to you.
a squeal escapes your throat when you feel her push in, hands gripping the sheets. vi’s groans serve as a vibration and it adds to the pleasure she’s giving you. she pulls her tongue out, licking down to replace her thumb. she alternates between sucking and giving your clit kitten licks.
“ne-need you inside, vi,” your mewls and whimpers spur her on, eyes shut, “inside, hurry.”
      obeying like a soldier, she quickly slips two fingers inside of your sopping cunt, groaning at the warmness and tightness of you. vi curls her fingers, her tongue doing circles on your clit.
the feeling of the tip of her fingers prodding on your g-spot makes your entire body quiver in need. you wet your sheets with your drool, face digging deeper into, crescent-like marks appearing on your palms with how tight you grip.
vi is no better; her shorts are ruined, the head of her cock dripping with precum. her cock itself is already sensitive, pulsing and twitching inside the material, straining against it. 
“vi, baby,” your voice is muffled, barely gasping your words out, “need you inside. your cock.”
      you turn your head to stare at her—the big bad wolf of zaun is broken, disheveled: hair is tussled, body coated in sweat, eyes needy. she pulls down her shorts just enough for her dick to slip out, slapping against her navel, and the tip just a little bit shorter than the patch of red hair.
your eyes glint dangerously under the light, face holding a barely contained smirk; you’ve got her wrapped around your finger. 
she grips the base of her cock, slapping it on your wet cunt, making another whimper escape you. vi slowly slips the head of her cock, biting her lip at the sight of you welcoming her. you bury your face into the mattress once more, attempting to at least suppress your noises.
you can cum with how her dick slides into you, how she goes deeper and deeper, ever so slowly; letting you feel her thickness, the veins. 
vi whines when you clamp down on her the moment the back of your thighs meets her own, “baby, so tight.” she brings the hem of her tanktop to her mouth, biting it to keep it from covering your pussy, “gripping me so good.”
“move.”
      vi rocks her hips, you refuse to let go of her. her thumbs press down on your back dimples, using your body as leverage to pump your cunt on her dick. unconsciously, you spread your legs wider, arching your back a little more, pushing back against her. 
every time she pulls out, only to thrust back in, it makes your eyes roll. with the way she’s moving, you can feel it deep in your pussy, the head of her cock dragging itself on your walls—you’re already convulsing in pleasure.
vi changes her pace, faster and harder, slamming into you like she’s about to put a baby in you. she bites down into her shirt, seeing your slick on her dick encourages her to fuck you harshly.
your unfocused gaze lands back at her, “i think i’m about to cum already, baby,” vi’s surprised gaze, hazed even, bores into you, “mh-hmm… you make me feel so good, vi. such a good boy for me.”
      she shudders at your praise, abdomen flexing, her dick twitching inside of you. she pulls you up by your arms, your back still arching as she pushes her hips into yours, forcing her dick to go deeper.
she pulls out until her tip’s only what’s left inside of you before slamming back in. she wraps one hand around your throat, attacking your neck with bites and kisses, leaving marks that’ll last for days. 
you’re letting out sinful and unforgivable noises, throat beginning to get sore, but neither of you cares. you lean your head back on her shoulder, a hand going up to caress the back of her head, grasping her hair to ground yourself.
“make me cum, baby, rub my clit,” to help you get over the edge, she gives attention to your puffy clit, rubbing it, her cock splitting you thin, “just like that, vi.”
      vi’s shudders again, holding back her orgasm just for you. she speeds up, a yelp emitting from you. you are just so tight, so warm, so good. your pussy sucks her cock in like a succubus, you’re milking her.
she feels your chest heave excessively, broken whispers of her name—her eyes are tightly shut close, and she’s cumming. she cums like a hose, filling you up to the brim with her cum. with each spurt, she thrusts; you love it. you love it so much that you’re going over the edge along with her.
“baby, your pussy’s crushing me,” vi whimpered meekly, cock still cumming, “fuck, you feel so good.”
you laugh tiredly, enjoying how her dick spasms inside of you, your eyes still closed, “not my fault your dick is massive, honey.”
      her posture relaxes once she stops cumming, her arms hugging your torso, the both of you catching your breath before she’s separating herself from you. vi lifts her tanktop once again as she looks down, she pulls out slowly, groaning at the way your cunt grips her dick, or how a bridge of your cum and hers appears.
“you’re carrying me to the bathroom.”
1K notes · View notes