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redpandaramblings · 4 years ago

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Like Caramel For Chocolate- An Omega Bakugou x Alpha f!Reader fic. Part 3.

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Content Warning: Negative headspace, omegaverse, self deprecation, depressive thoughts, pushy parental figures, ambiguous omegaverse reproduction, unhealthy relationships, relationship that could be easily fixed if idiots would use their words and communicate, Shinso/Denki side relationship

Where we left off-

You glanced up at the sound of the door. In came your parents, then the Yokomadas. You did a double take as the final person, the omega you were here to meet, entered the room. They looked equally as startled as your eyes locked.

“Y/N?”

“Denki?!”

You slowly walked through the teahouse garden, your electric blond friend oddly silent as he kept pace with you. Your parents and the Yokomadas had allowed the two of you a bit of privacy to talk. So far, neither of you had mustered the courage to break the awkward atmosphere. Neither your parents or the Yokomadas had seemed to pick up on Denki or your mood. If anything, they were thrilled you two already knew each other. With a sigh, you sat on a bench by the koi pond, not looking at the blond as to settled down next to you. After several minutes, he spoke.

“So. What are you doing here?”

You snorted, and gently dumped your shoulder against his.

“Right back at you, Pikachu.”

“I’ll tell you. After you tell me.”

You chuckled humorously, and tilted your head back to look at the sky.

“Would you believe me if I said I was just here to appease my mother?”

Denki considered for a moment before shaking his head.

“No. You’ve been saying no to her for years. So tell me, why are you here.”

You take a deep breath and let it out again slowly through your nose.

“I… I think I wanted to be here. Needed to.” You wrung your hands, throwing a sideways glance at Denki. “I… I want to be mated. Have a family. Have someone who needs me and lets me need them. I used to think Kat… I used to think Bakugou was my person. But I’m not sure anymore, Denks. You know what he’s like and so do I, but I’ve waited for years, and nothing, and I’m so tired, and I’m not even sure he even likes me anymore, and…” You’re stopped by Kaminari gently rubbing your back.

“Breath, Y/n. Come on. Deep breaths.”

You inhaled shakily. You hadn’t even noticed you’d been hyperventilating. Quiet settled again, aside from the sounds of nature and your slowly slowing breathing. After a few moments, you spoke again.

“I’m just so lonely, Denks. I see him every day, and I’m still so goddamn lonely. So I think… I think it’s time to let go.” Your lips twitched slightly upward as you tilt your head to look at him. “Am I terrible?”

Denki huffed out a breath and shook his head. “You? Never.” He sighed, removing his hand from you back as he began picking at the hem of his sleeve. “I wish I could say I didn’t understand. But I do. I’m kinda here for the same reason after all.”

You gave an encouraging hum and reached out, taking his hand in yours and running your thumb over his knuckles. He interlaced your fingers, giving a squeeze before continuing to speak.

“You know how I feel about Shinso, right?”

“I think everyone but Shinso knows how you feel about him.”

Denki snorted. “Yeah. Not surprised. But that’s the problem. I’ve liked him for years. Little bit of a crush but at UA, thought I could play it cool and it would go away; but then the agency paired us together and, well.” Denki gestured with the hand not holding yours. “It was so easy! I’d go boom! And then he’d go pow! Then shoom! It was amazing! He was amazing… And so I tried to get his attention. I tried so damn hard. And you know me.”

You snorted, giving his hand a squeeze. “You’re about as subtle as a brick through a living room window.”

“Exactly!” He shouted, pulling away to stand up and pace. “I flirted. I used all my best pick up lines. I asked him out to the club, and he said yes. But do you know what he said afterward? He said though it wasn’t his usual scene, it was really good being able to hang out with a friend. I… I asked him to spend my heat with me.”

You inhaled sharply. Kaminari looked at you with an expression you hardly recognized. He collapsed onto the bench, leaning heavily against you.

“He said ‘I’m glad you’re that comfortable with me, but it probably would be better for you to ask someone else.’” Denki whispered, sniffling.

“Oh.. Denki.” You wrapped your arms around the blond, squeezing him tightly. Half out of instinct, you tried to pump out soothing pheromones while you gently scented his hair. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing, sweetheart. You’re a wonderful omega!”

That was all it took for Denki to start sobbing heavily in your arms. You squeezed him tightly as tears filled your own eyes. The tears fell when Denki wrapped his arms around you, hugging you just as tightly as you held him. There in the tranquil garden you both huddled together as you finally allowed yourself to cry. Years of hurt and longing fell from your eyes one drop at a time.

You weren’t sure how long it had been when the two of you slowly pulled away from each other. You used your thumbs to wipe Denki’s cheeks. He gave you a halfhearted smile.

“So,” you asked tentatively, “what should we do? They’re going to expect an answer from us about this whole…” You waved a vague hand “Marriage date thing.”

Denki hummed, puffing up his cheeks as he blew out a breath. “God, I don’t know. Certainly wasn’t expecting it be you, you know? No offense.”

You drew back, gasping in mock anger. “Full offense!” You could only hold your expression a few seconds before you started snickering.

Denki grinned his first really grin of the day. “Well excuuuuse me for insulting your alpha sensibilities.”

“You’re excused. For now.”

You both chuckled. Looking out at the pond, you spoke again. “I just wish I had the right answers. And I really wish we had more time.”

Denki furrowed his brow. “Well… Technically, we could.”

“What do you mean?”

Denki bounced on his seat. “Okay. So. Hear me out. We both need time to process, clearly. Also clearly, our families are just not gonna give us that. So… Why don’t we do this?”

“Wait. Wait. We do this?” you asked, both curious and incredulous.

“Yeah! Think about it. One! They mainly want us in relationships they approved of. They set us up, so clearly, they approve. Two! If we say we’d like to try out this match, they obviously aren’t going to set up any more dates; therefore buying us time. And bonus of no annoying randos. Three! We can say we’re going to take the relationship slow because we’ve both been burned before and want to make sure. Four! Four…” Denki trailed off, looking at his feet.

“Four is maybe if we can’t find a love match at least we’re friends who work well together?” You murmured.

Denki nodded, glancing at you with a rueful smirk. “Yeah. Exactly. Vibe on the same wavelength. Hell, we even want similar shit in life.”

“Actual house, few pets, stability…”

Denki nodded again. “Sucks, but would make sense for us to consider it. As much as I fucking hate the ‘You’re not getting any younger’ speech, they are kind right. We can’t waste all our time waiting for things that aren’t gonna happen.”

You shook your head with a chuckle. “God, don’t you hate it when they’re right about shit like that?”

“You have no idea.”

You stood, stretching. “Well, I guess we go tell them, then.”

Denki groaned. “There isn’t enough saki in the world for that conversation.”

“And just so we’re clear, this stays between us for now, right? No one knows but us, our folks, and I guess your cousins.”

“Agreed. I don’t want to think about what anyone would say. Bakugou would kill me!”

You winced. “Unlikely. I doubt he’d care. But if Mina finds out, everyone will know.”

“You’re not kidding. No worries from me, I don't want this getting out any more than you do.”

“So… Engaged, I guess?”

Denki dusted himself off and stood. “Deal. Engaged.” Denki stuck his hand out, and you shook it.

You both turned and started making your way back to the teahouse, taking your time and going the long way to be sure to avoid and of the other patrons. This was fine. A good plan. Nothing could go wrong as long as no one found out.

And there you have part 3! Sorry the wait and thank you all for being patient! If anyone has any questions regarding the fic or how this particular omegaverse operates, please feel free to shoot me an ask. Also, please note that @snuggleyourredpandas is my main account, so it you see a message reply from them, that's me!

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orphaned-kiirokero · 4 years ago

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Outro: Love is Not Over (14)

Pairing: Daycare Teacher! Hoseok x Single Mom! Reader.

Genre: Single Parent! AU, Teacher! AU, Hybrid! AU, Fluff, Angst, Adorable Kids,

Warnings: Swearing, if that needs a warning

Word Count: 2.8K

Note: AFK :’) Oh my god please don’t let this suck in the morning

Summary: Years after a relationship goes south. You are the single mother of a beautiful 6-year-old golden retriever hybrid who you named Yunho. He is the light of your life. Yunho is everything to you, and you’d do anything for him. But you’re a human. Yunho doesn’t care, he will tell you he doesn’t. “You’re still my Eomma. No matter what.” He says. But you can’t help but feel like you will never be enough for him. You can’t be the mother he deserves. You can’t show him the ropes of being a hybrid, and you can’t teach him things the other moms can. But you try. You try your damn hardest. So, when a handsome German Shepard hybrid comes into your life, helping you and guiding Yunho in a way you can’t, you can’t help the cozy home he sets up in your heart.

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It had rained the previous night.

Nothing drastic, but it was enough to make the forest around me and Hoseok dewy. Occasionally, a spare raindrop would fall from the leaves above onto Hoseok's head and he’d squeak in surprise, looking up at the culprit tree with a pout and lowered ears. Every time. It was endearing. The way his eyes lit up at any pretty flower we would pass, how he smiled so widely when he put one of them behind my ear, how he vowed to protect me from any scary creatures that lurked in the forest. (If I was being honest, Hoseok was the only one worried about that)

I came here because I sorted out my feelings and was ready to let them spill, but now I’m second guessing myself. If perfect didn’t exist, then why is Jung Hoseok here? Why is he by my side, rambling about the “macaroni art disaster” that happened last Tuesday, and why am I listening with a smile on my face? Why is he here with me? I spent years chasing after a “perfect life” with a man who didn’t give two shits about me, just to have perfection on legs waltz into my life and wiggle into the heart of not only me, but my son too.

I was a broken mirror. Still functional, aesthetic, and usable, but compared to the crystal chandelier that was Hoseok, I was nothing but that annoying piece of glitter that’s follows people around since their arts and crafts day at Kindergarten. Why would the crystal want the glass when the crystal is pure perfection?

Jung Hoseok shattered the image of perfect I had in my head and replaced it with a prettier one. Perfection used to be having a nice house, a nice family, living a debt free life. Perfection was the expectations forced upon me by my family at a young age, and I rolled with it out of fear of disappointment. Then Jung Hoseok showed up with his pretty brown eyes and lovable personality and rocked the boat saying,

“Perfection isn’t perfect. Perfection is what makes you happy.”

Perfection is what makes you happy, and god did Jung Hoseok make me the happiest I’ve been in years. I wanted to bottle that happiness up and cuddle it to sleep. Every single second he was with me I was happy, and I used to hate it. Now I can’t imagine my life without it...

“Hoseok, when I asked if you could watch Yunho, I wasn’t expecting to come home to this.” I chuckled. Both Hoseok and Yunho looked like deer caught in headlights, but I could see the small itch of a smile on Hoseok’s face. “But Eomma! I had a sore throat,” Yunho whined, his lips stained blue and his face was slowly turning red.

“And popsicles cure sore throats?” I asked playfully. I wasn’t mad, no, because I knew that even if Yunho ate popsicles now, he’d still scarf down his dinner. No problem. “...Mr. Hoseok said it would,” Yuhno snitched.

Hoseok gasped in faux offense, getting a giggle out of the younger hybrid. “I feel betrayed!” He said in an overly dramatic voice, causing Yunho to laugh harder. I couldn’t help but laugh along with them

Perfection isn’t perfect. Perfection is what makes you happy.

“Did he fall asleep?” Hoseok asked, looking down at Yunho who was currently lost in dreamland, drooling on my shoulder. “Mhm, I guess all that playing at the park tired him out,” I chuckled, kissing Yunho on the cheek, making sure not to jostle him too much.

Hoseok looked at us fondly, the slightest of smiles on his face. “What?” I asked with a smile of my own. Hoseok merely shrugged, “The two of you are cute, that’s all,” He said, looking down to kick a rock that was on the sidewalk. I blushed, holding Yunho just a tad bit tighter. “Thank you,” I said. Hoseok looked back at me.

“You’re a wonderful mom,”

“I like to think so,”

It’s what makes you happy...

“I can go. You don’t have to feel like you need to keep me here,” Hoseok offered gently. The moonlight that shone through the drawn curtains of the living room illuminated his warm features perfectly. The slope of his nose, the curve of his eyes, the upturn of his smile. I wonder what Michelangelo was thinking when he sculpted Hoseok. Probably something in Italian.

I grabbed his hand, dragging him back to the couch. “No, you can stay. If you want to, of course... I’d like to chill with you,” I said with somewhat trembling hands and an erratic heart. “You would?” He asked, stars painted in his eyes. I nodded, sitting down on the couch. Hoseok immediately took the space beside me, one of his arms on the back of the couch behind me and the other on his lap.

Hoseok sighed, “Adult time,” He joked. “I’m a single mother. My ‘adult time’ is my nap time,” I chuckled, sinking down into the cushions. “Hmm, well, if that’s the case, should we put on a movie until you fall asleep?” He suggested, one of his brows raised. “What about you, though? Leaving you to explore my own dreamland is a bit rude, don’t you think?” I asked, raising my brow as well.

“Then let me ask a followup question. Is it okay if I crash on your couch for the night?” He asked cheekily, as if he knew that I couldn’t refuse him. “Hm, I guess,” I sighed sarcastically. I was unable to hide my smile though. “Great!” Hoseok exclaimed, taking the blanket that laid next to him and draping it over us, snuggling up to me. “Is this okay?” He asked.

“Y-yeah... This is okay,”

The pancakes I made in the morning with a giggly Yunho and a smiling Hoseok tasted sweeter than normal.

Perfection isn’t perfect. Perfection is what makes you happy.

And I hoped I could be selfish just for today to secure my happiness for tomorrow.

“Y/n, are you okay? Earth to Y/n~” Hoseok called in a singsong voice, poking one of my arms, dragging me out of my flashbacks. Startled, I nodded with a hum, nervously twiddling with my fingers. “Mhm,” Hoseok chuckled, “We’re here.” I looked at our surroundings, realizing that I left Hoseok in awkward silence all the way through the trail. (It wasn’t awkward, Hoseok thought it was comfortable)

I gasped, “O-Oh! Oh... we are,” Hoseok smiled, grabbing my hand and leading me off the trail into a small clearing of vibrant green grass and small white daisies. He put down the basket he had in his hand and pulled out a cliche red checkered picnic blanket. “Cheeseball,” I giggled. Hoseok stuck his tongue out at me playfully, obviously proud of his blanket choices. He laid it out on the grass, making sure it was prim and proper before turning to me with a beaming smile, encouraging me to sit down.

I did as he silently asked and sat down on the blanket, thankful to give my legs a break. It was soft, I noticed, perfect for taking a nap in the afternoon sun. Hoseok plopped down next to me, his tail furiously wagging back and forth as he pulled out various different food containers from the basket. “So, I may have gone a bit... Overboard... But I just wanted to make you at least one thing that you’d liked.” He smiled, unashamed of his actions and more satisfied, like he was overachieving on a school project. “Hoseok, I’m sure I’d call your PB&J’s gourmet,” I chuckled, taking a hold of the chopsticks he was offering me.

Hoseok laughed along, opening the first container and placing it in between us. It looked like Kkakdugi. “What if we taste test each dish and decide on our favorites? Then we can eat those,” He suggested, and I nodded along. I’d honestly go along with anything he’d say. Hoseok picked up a piece of radish, holding it up to my lips. I leaned away for a second, cocking a brow. “Here,” He said, pressing the food to my lips again. I relented and let him feed me the radish.

I sighed, closing my eyes and basking in the sweet and slightly spicy taste. “If everything is this good, I’m going to have to hibernate for a year after this,” I said, somewhat seriously, somewhat jokingly. Hoseok laughed, falling back onto the blanket in a fit of giggles. “We’d better get on it then,” He said.

“Not to be mean, but how do you burn kimchi?”

Hoseok covered his face in embarrassment, rolling on his side so he didn’t have to look at my teasing smile. “I don’t know! I mean, maybe the burnt taste was something else,” He argued back with a pout. We were currently full and happy, laid on our back and looking up at the orange sky, pointing out oddly shaped clouds. And talking about how Hoseok managed to burn Baechu-Kimchi.

Also, avoiding the entire reason I asked Hoseok to hang out with me today...

It was hard! No matter how many times I practiced in the mirror the previous or hyped myself up in my head, he would smile or laugh or say something in that sultry voice of his, and my mind would blank. I was fighting with the mini Hyejin on my shoulder that was acting like a furious grandmother, constantly pulling at my ear and saying, “Dumb dumb, just spill it,”

“Hey, are you okay?” Hoseok spoke up suddenly. I turned my head towards him, catching his pretty brown eyes immediately. His soft brunette was falling over his face gently, occasionally moving whenever the breeze blew through. “W-What?” I asked, shaking myself out of whatever trance he manages to put me in whenever we lock eyes.

Hoseok chuckled, his dark brown ears twitching slightly when a leaf landed on one of them. “You’ve been out of it a lot today. Also, I can tell you're anxious,” He said, “What’s bothering you, buttercup?” He asked, and I felt my ears heat up at the pet name. Stupid Y/n just speak words, you’re literally a journalist. “Um, I just have some things on my mind,” If this were a drama, and I happened to be the main character, fans of the show would probably be screaming at their tv screens right now.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Hoseok asked. “I should, I really should,” I sighed. I could tell my words confused Hoseok, but he left a space for me to speak nonetheless, giving me a smile of encouragement. Just say something, anything. Alright, okay. 1... 2... 3... Go! “I wish I met you 6 years ago,” I blurted out, backtracking once I realized what I said. “No... 5 years ago, cause then I’d still have Yunho,”

Hoseok giggled slightly. “And why’s that?”

“Because then life wouldn’t have been as hard...” I answered honestly

Hoseok had a baffled look on his face. I looked back up at the sky, distracting myself with the pretty formations of clouds and let my subconscience do the work and talk, finally letting it all out. Hoseok’s ears stood at attention when I opened my mouth again. “It's always been Yunho and I... Him and I against the world.” I started.

“Like his cartoon?” Hoseok asked.

“Like his cartoon,” I smiled.

I took a deep breath. “It’s obvious that my last relationship didn’t end well, and that it still effects me to this day... I remember even swearing to myself that I would never fall in love again, but then... This Jung Hoseok dude came along,” I snickered, pretending I was alone and this was another practice run. It made things easier. Hoseok stayed silent. “He came along with his handsome face, warm smile and amazing personality. God, he even made me jealous sometimes...”

“I’m sure there’s no reason to be jealous.”

“Oh, but there is. He’s amazing, absolutely amazing. Not just because he memorizes all my favorites or makes it his mission to make me smile, but because he’s amazing with my kid. He’s amazing with my kid in a way that I can’t be.” I stressed.

“What do you-”

“Human mom and hybrid son, I mean, those are total opposites,” I joked, cutting Hoseok off. “Often times I would second guess myself as a mother and worry if I was teaching Yunho the right things but then Jung Hoseok came in and eased my worries. He took Yunho under his wing and the both of us couldn’t be happier,” I rambled, unaware of the blinding smile Hoseok was shooting at me. “We both don’t know what we would do if he drifted away one day,”

“He won’t”

I finally gathered the courage to look at him. If the stars were in his eyes before, then andromeda was in them now. His dimpled smile and wrinkled eyes melted my heart. “Yeah, that’s why I’m saying all this in hopes that he’s picking up what I’m putting down,” I mumbled. “What are you putting down?” He asked. “That Jung Hoseok stole my heart and I’m not mad about it.”

Hoseok suddenly stood up, reaching his hand down to offer me help up. I quirked a brow. But Hoseok eased my worries with a simple “Trust me,” I put my hand in his, and he enthusiastically pulled me up, causing me to fall into his chest. He steadied me with his hands on my waist, and I looked up at him, still confused. “I wasn’t done, ya know,” I pouted. “Well then, continue,” He chuckled.

“I was saying that Jung Hoseok should know about my insecurities and emotional baggage that he would have to deal with if he wanted to be with me,”

“It’s not ‘dealing with it’ It’s accepting your flaws as a part of you, and I love every part of you,” Hoseok said, leaning closer into me.

“Love?”

“Mhm, that’s what I said.”

Hoseok leaned in even closer until we pressed our foreheads together. Neither of us said anything, we just looked into each other's eyes, comfortably this time, with nothing but the forest ambiance to break the silence. “I’m telling you, Jung, there is a lot of baggage,” I sighed somberly. “And I’m willing to help you cope with it,” He said. “I have a kid, Jung,” I pointed out, subconsciously trying to find any deal breaker now rather than later.

“I know, and he’s adorable.” He smiled. “That doesn’t make you feel weird?” I asked. Hoseok shook his head. “Not at all. When I said every part of you, I meant it Y/n,” He stressed, bring up one of his hands to cup my face. “You’re so nice it’s annoying sometime,” I joked, leaning into his touch. Hoseok merely laughed.

I don’t know how it happened.

Or why I didn’t realize it.

Slowly but surely, we leaned in, looking each other in the eye until mine closed. I felt Hoseok’s soft lips on my own only moments after. It was like breathing for the first time. The feeling that erupted in my chest was addictive. I could already tell that much. If I was freezing, this kiss would warm me up. If I was hurt, this kiss was like ice on a wound. This kiss was pure relief. Relief that I finally spoke up, relief that I didn’t chicken out.

Relief that I could finally be happy.

Hoseok’s lips were like saccharine marshmallows created by the gentlest of deities. The heart shape of them fit perfectly against my own, like our lips were lost puzzle pieces needed to create the perfect picture of happiness. His earthy forest scent filled my nose. It used to be calming. Now it was downright hypnotic. His hands felt like warm embers against my skin, surrounding me in a shroud of warmth and comfort.

I gripped my hands in his coat, pulling him even closer than he already was. I wanted to feel nothing but his warm embrace. I felt his lips curve into a smile as he kissed me deeper, bringing me farther into his trance. My knees were on the verge of buckling, but I willed them to stay still so I could savor this moment just a bit longer. Just a bit more.

Hoseok pulls away slightly to let out a sigh that hit my red lips. We were still pressed close. The slightest of breezes could blow me over and his soft lips would be on mine again. “Look at what you do to me,” Hoseok whispered, looking me in my eyes with his lidded ones that were filled with adoration. I was confused for a minute before I felt something soft hit my leg. I looked down, holding back a giggle when I saw Hoseok’s tail swinging madly, faster than I’ve seen it go before.

“I’m happy too,”

“You knew I had a crush on you, didn’t you?”

“I mean, I'm a hybrid so I can smell it...”

“Embarrassment can’t begin to describe how I feel,”

“Aww but it was cute.”

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timextoxhajima · 4 years ago

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Love Me A Little Less: Chapter 7 - Golden Chains

LOVE ME A LITTLE LESS CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Member: (3rd person pov) arranged marriage au with Lee Juyeon

Genre: angsty wangsty

Taglist: @hyunjaethereal @sunwoowuvbot @suzy-rainbow

"Everyone wants everything she has.”

Juyeon raises his fist, Porsche parked nicely in the only empty lot of three by the fountain before the mini mansion. The sky is cloudy and Juyeon can already smell the musty scent of rain as the gentle cool winds blow through his still-waxed hair.

His knuckles press into the wooden door before he actually knocks, and he almost feels sorry for himself for being such a nuisance at the worst timings ever.

Finally mustering the courage to knock, he does just that, and he can see the lights in the entrance hall flicker on through the door panels by the sides after some time. Multiple locks click open, and the door opens just enough for the resident to see him.

“Juyeon,” Sunwoo blinks, already in his silk pajamas and his hair combed down nicely. He looks tired - probably from the day’s work of being Juyeon’s moodmaker at his own wedding. “What are you doing here? Oh my God, you got kicked out of the Lee’s House?”

“What? No!” The elder seethes quietly, his pride hurt. “I left.”

Sunwoo’s brows are covered by his fringe, but Juyeon doesn’t need to see them to know they are far up his forehead with amusement.

“You left the Lee House?”

“Yeah,” Juyeon sucks in a deep breath and avoids eye contact. “My mother told me she wanted me to have a child with Jang Won just so we can inherit HERA & ARTEMIS.”

“Oh, man,” Sunwoo’s face falls with pity and confusion. “That... that’s gotta suck.”

“I know. That’s why I’m here.”

Sunwoo pulls the door open for Juyeon to enter, head poking out the door to see the Porsche parked in his driveway. “You can stay if you like but I’m afraid people are gonna find out you’re here and not back at your place or Hera’s Manor.”

Juyeon pulls off his shoes and slips on a pair of home slippers meant for guests. The entrance hall is a lot less spacious and elaborate compared to the Lee House’s or Hera’s Manor, but it’s because of its smaller scale that comforts Juyeon. Feels more like a home than an exhibition.

The door shuts and Sunwoo pulls the locks back into place.

“I know, but I just didn’t know where else to be. I can’t stand being in that house.”

“Okay, so you hate your parents. We know this, but do you really have nowhere else to be at now?”

Juyeon turns and shoots Sunwoo a look of displeasure. The younger pouts slightly as he passes him and heads for the main hall. The fireplace crackles to life when he turns it on.

Dropping himself into the couch and staring at the fire, Juyeon pulls off his blazer and covers his face with it. The cushion next to him sinks when Sunwoo sits, quiet and unsure.

“It’s not that I don’t want you here. I just don’t want to risk you getting into trouble with the press. Everybody knows the Porsche’s carplate number. And aren’t all your cars bugged?”

“I removed the bug.”

“What? How? How did you even find it?”

“The one in the Porsche was under the compartment on the passenger’s side.”

“Did you like, throw it on the ground and drive over it or something?”

“I threw it at my bodyguard.”

Sunwoo snorts. “Were your parents around to see that?”

“Yeah, my dad was this close,” Juyeon lifts a hand and gestures with his thumb and index finger. “To punching a hole through the driver’s window, so I threw it out the passenger’s window instead.”

The hearty laugh that runs out of Sunwoo’s throat tickles Juyeon as well. “I’m not gonna lie, this is something you definitely wouldn’t have done prior.”

“Prior to?”

Juyeon pulls the blazer off his face and side-eyes Sunwoo. The answer was already in his eyes.

“Ah,” Juyeon scoffs. “Maybe it just bugs me that my mother was in the same position as Jang Won is now - an arranged marriage - and yet she’s telling me to do all these things to her... a child, taking HERA & ARTEMIS.”

“Don’t you think you’re developing too much of a soft spot for her already?”

“Why does everyone think that way?” Frowning, Juyeon finally sits up in the couch. “Poor girl lost her mother to cancer and then her father who only comes back from the dead, only to take what she built - does that make sense at all?”

“It doesn’t, but you seem to forget that she’s got the entire world at her feet. Even if your families harmoniously merged, I’m very sure she still wouldn’t give away her blood and sweat so easily.”

Juyeon sighs and drags his hands down his face, feeling the weight from the day sink into him. “I just... I can’t imagine. She’s... got questionable motifs, no doubt, but... when I spoke to Younghoon today, I... He made me promise to protect her and be patient with her, and now I see exactly why.”

He pauses and looks at the cracking fire.

“Everyone wants everything she has, and she knows that herself.”

Jang Won yawns and crawls into bed, stretching her neck from left to right as she tightens silk night gown around her waist. She fiddles with the ring on her left hand, diamond sparkling under the amber lights of her room.

Memory sends her back to earlier that day - to when Juyeon pulled her out of that sickening interaction with misogynist Mr Teuk, only to call her a hypocrite in her own office.

She harshly exhales, pulling out the ring and placing it by the nightstand. Her feet shuffles under the sheets, cool and heavy and all she wants to do is to slip into forever. If only.

But a gentle knock ensues on her door, and she groans in frustration, shutting her eyes to regulate her lack of sleep.

“What is it?”

“Miss Kim, there’s a call for you, and I’m afraid you’ll have to entertain it.”

She rams her face into her pillow when she recognises Mr Ro’s calmness. She’ll never yell at him for anything in the world.

“Can’t it wait till morning?”

“Uh, well... I’m afraid not, Miss Kim. It’s your husband.”

“Oh- my God!” She screams into her pillow, refusing to leave her bed even more now. “What is it that’s so fucking urgent?!”

The door finally clicks open and Mr Ro kindly pokes his head in, eyes furrowing at the lady of the house huddled into the thick sheets of her bed. She turns subtly, enough for one of her eyes to see Mr Ro’s head through the gap of the door.

“He, um, ran away from home. He’d like to stay for the night... or rather, until you leave for your honeymoon next week.”

Jang Won frowns, neurons in her head struggling to fit themselves together. She sits up. “What? Juyeon... ran away from home?”

He nods enough for her to see, and a strange sense of protection wells her stomach.

“Give me the phone,” She stretches out her palm and beckons Mr Ro over to her bed. The butler was already dressed in his own pajamas, so she can’t help but smile softly at how cute he looked.

And yet, she displays the magic of a 180 degree change as she presses the phone to her ear, “What the FUCK is wrong with you?! Do you have any FUCKING idea how late it is?!”

“Oh!” Mr Ro anxiously waves his hands at her. “It’s Mr Kim Sunwoo on the line, Jang Won!”

Her eyes widen, and she winces into the phone, taking a pillow to gently whack Mr Ro.

“Yeah, hear that, Juyeon? Do you have any idea what time it is now? Anyway, hi. It’s Kim Sunwoo, in case your butler hasn’t told you.”

“Right, right, sorry about that.”

“Don’t be sorry about that, just come and take your husband back to Hera’s Manor. He’s homeless and I can’t risk him being seen here. He drove his car here.”

“What? Isn’t his car bugged with a tracking device?”

“He ripped it out, but the whole press knows his car plate number so if he’s spotted here, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to answer why there’s a man involved in your marriage.”

Jang Won huffs with irritation. “Fine. I’ll send someone over to drive him back to Hera’s Manor. Why’s he homeless now anyway?”

Sunwoo laughs dryly over the phone. “His parents. What else?”

Jang Won twists the receiver away from her mouth and turns to Mr Ro. “Is the second master or the other guest room made up?”

“The second master is being used to house your clothes and items for your honeymoon, and the other guestroom is currently being used by your father.”

“What? My father? What the fuck’s he doing in the-”

“Uh, would you like a word with him? Maybe you could snap him out of his nonsensical act right now that’s putting him and you in various difficult situations.”

“Ugh, get someone to watch my father in the second guest room! We’ll clear him out tomorrow, and send someone down to Kim Sunwoo’s residence now! I want Lee Juyeon in Hera’s Manor in 30!” She twists the phone back so the receiver is at her mouth. “Get him on the phone. I’ll scream his ear off.”

“He says he’ll explain when he gets there- hey, give that back- wha-”

BEEP

Jang Won removes the phone from her ear just as Mr Ro shuts the door behind him. Rubbing her temples to cure the headache that’s forming in her skull, she reminds herself that her newly wed husband cannot be brutally murdered the night of her wedding.

“My God,” She huffs exasperatedly, side-eyeing Mr Ro. “Men.”

“Shall I call someone down to drive you there or-”

“No, just send a guard to tail my car but you just stay home and clear the second guest room.”

“Your father won’t be able to clear it out by the time Mr Lee is here, Jang Won.”

She halts in the midst of throwing on full-length coat. “Are you telling me that I might need to share this bed-”

“Possibly, yes.”

The groan that escapes her throat is loud, annoying and absolutely a bomb of a ruin to the rest of her night. “Fine. But get me a bolster. I don’t want him anywhere near 30 centimeters of me.”

Jang Won can’t exactly remember the last time she’s got her fingers around the steering wheel, but she sure as Hell felt the freedom when she didn’t have to worry about telling the chauffeur where she was headed off to.

The Mercedes tailing her car was driven by one of Hera’s Manor’s bodyguards, and so she makes sure to stay a good distance away from it since the press is also aware of her car plate number.

She parks her Audi right next to the Porsche, and the Manor’s Mercedes almost at the entrance where it leads up to the fountain and the roundabout. There’s no hesitation in slamming the door and almost running her entire fist through the door (if she could) to make her presence known.

“ROOM FUCKING SERVICE FOR MR LEE JUYEON. GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!”

Almost immediately, she can hear someone shuffling for the door, and it swings open to reveal Kim Sunwoo, a distant member of The Board. Peering over Sunwoo’s shoulder, she can see the reluctance dripping off her husband as he peels himself off the sofa, still in his clothes he had left in.

“You went home and didn’t bother to take a shower?” She sneers, but Juyeon cannot give two damns about her attitude right now. He finally reaches the party at the front door, noticing the Manor’s bodyguard driving the Mercedes up to meet the other cars.

“I went home and got blasted with the suggestion of having a child with you, how’s that for a reason not to shower?” He frowns, trudging past her for the Porsche.

Jang Won watches his back head down the steps, getting into his own car and prepare himself at the wheel with a look of contempt in his eyes. She turns to thank Sunwoo with a mere nod, before heading down the steps herself and getting into the Porsche. The plan was to have the Manor’s Mercedes left at Kim’s Residence while her bodyguard drove her Audi, and she would be in the Porsche with Juyeon - all this to prevent any sort of complications if they were to be spotted by the press.

The urge to scream at him for possibly ruining the perfect plan she had in store to debunk all the shit’s that gone down with her father has, surprisingly, diminished. Jang Won cannot decide what she’s more taken aback by - the fact that Juyeon left home because she had been unreasonably brought into discussion, or that he got scared by the thought of spending the rest of his life caring for a child with her.

Of course, being the skeptical person she is, she chooses to believe the second option more than the first.

“Is the idea of having a child with me so horrible that you had to leave home?”

“A child should not be brought into the picture when we don’t even care about each other,” The weight in his voice kind of hurts her pride. He checks the side mirror as he turns around the corner. “Neither of us had a choice to be where we are today so... let’s not implicate any other prospective beings that might suffer from our decisions. I don’t want to be my parents and I’m sure as Hell you don’t want to be like your father.”

Juyeon checks the rear mirror, making sure that her bodyguard was tailing them in the Audi. It’s strange, to have some peace and quiet in the car as the whir of the air-conditioning hums through the vehicle. She’s looking out the passenger’s window and seeing everything outside as they drive past.

“Haven’t been to this neighbourhood before, have you?”

She shakes her head, not bothering to turn to him. “No. I’ve only been hanging around the Manor and the Meridian Streets where you stay.”

A pause.

“Sunwoo’s grandfather was the first of his family to secure membership in The Board, that’s why the disparity.”

Jang Won’s eyes dart to Juyeon and tries to side-eye him, but he remains out of her view and she returns to the world outside. “He’s a new-blood?”

“Three-generations new,” Juyeon nods. “Haven’t met one, have you?”

“No. I grew up with people whose great-great-grandparents lived in the Joseon dynasty.”

“That would’ve been a fun time to be alive.”

“Only if you wanted to be executed for being a politician.”

Juyeon exhales through his nose.

Jang Won lets the atmosphere settle, feeling the gentle night seep into her after a long day. She wonders about Juyeon’s perception of her as a person, after everything’s been happening.

“How did you meet Kim Sunwoo?”

“We went to the same high-school. I was two years his senior and we were in the same club, and by then, my parents had already begun to teach me the likings of The Board and even gave me a booklet with all the families who were involved with it. I remembered Sunwoo’s family being indicated near the back of the book because they were new-bloods, and from then, I remembered his face.”

“Wouldn’t you have been worried he’d use you to shift up the food chain?”

“Not everybody is as venomous as the ones we know. Sunwoo had no idea I was from the Lee family. Once, we were shooting hoops till late and his father had come to get him... and then Sunwoo had to watch his father bow to another student... and I could tell he hated it, and then he was almost as shocked as I was, but for completely different reasons.”

Jang Won doesn’t even notice she’s staring at Juyeon until he turns to her, looking straight at her in her eyes. The car stops at a red light, now just a few streets away from Hera’s Manor. He turns away first.

“And I had to watch him bow to me too, just because his father told him to... and it felt like shit,” Juyeon’s eyes are glimmering the shade of red from the traffic light as he looks ahead. His face reflected the amber hues of the street lamps and other stray vehicles still on the road. “I wanted a friend, but his father was treating me like something they shouldn’t even be talking to.”

“It has always been like that. The way The Board works... it’s a hierarchy within another and when you’re a new-blood...”

“Yeah. I know,” Juyeon sighs as he lifts the brakes. “Part of me wishes we weren’t born into this shitshow.”

A mirror. That’s what he is. Stand right opposite Younghoon and he’s nothing but someone who wishes the same - to be free from all the golden chains.

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My Responsibility - Part 2

Differences - Huang Renjun

Part of the Bad Boy Series - Differences.

Badboy!Au, Parent!Au

Warnings: Explicit Content, Aggressive Behaviour, Fighting, Mentions of drug/drug taking.

Word Count: 5.2k

It didn’t take long for Renjun to go running back to you. It was only a day after dropping Jiyeon back at her mothers that he found himself at your door, waiting for you to answer the door like a child who wanted to ask his friend out to play. When you opened the door he was leaning against the doorframe with a playful smirk on his lips, his eyebrows raising suggestively when your eyes met his. He’d fucked you bent over your kitchen table with absolutely no regrets, all his previous guilt forgotten about. You didn’t suspect anything was up with him, he played it cool and just used being busy as his excuse for his absence the week that he avoided you. The new few weeks flew by and before you knew it, you were smitten for Renjun and he felt the same way towards you, even if the guilt did come around in waves to slap him in the face every time he had to blow you off to spend time with his child. You didn’t even suspect anything even when you went to the park with them both one afternoon. He’d simply told you that he was babysitting for Haechan, when in reality, he couldn’t get anyone to babysit for him and he felt bad cancelling his plans with you. You had thought to yourself that he was really good at taking care of the infant and she really liked him, but you just assumed he was used to taking care of her as he lived with her father. He was just thankful that Jiyeon hadn’t started to talk yet. He didn’t know if he could handle the betrayal of his daughter calling him ‘dada’ in front of the woman he’s lying to about her.

You laid in bed with Renjun, your hand flat against his bare chest, the rest of his body just as naked as you cuddled up to him. Your heart was still beating fast from the fucking Renjun had just given you, your body slightly sticky from sweat still, and your after-sex clinginess in full swing as you gazed up at his face like it was the best thing in the world. He had one arm wrapped around your body, holding you close to him, with the other arm tucked behind his head, his chest rising and falling fast as he tried to catch his breath. He glanced down, catching eyes with you and smiling a wide smile.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” He mumbled, his hand rubbing your side slowly as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Because you’re pretty.” You giggled softly when you saw his cheeks start to pink up at what you’d said. Renjun doesn’t think he’d ever been called pretty before. He’d been called hot, handsome, even sexy on occasion. But the word pretty didn’t usually go hand in hand with the type of person that he was. He opened his mouth to speak but the sound of his phone made his mouth shut. He reached over and picked his phone up from his bedside table, seeing the notification of a text from his ex on his lock screen and being torn between opening it and leaving it until later. He didn’t want to open a message like that in front of you, but at the same time he knew the message would be about Jiyeon, and he felt bad ignoring it for now. Your eyes caught his phone screen and you cooed at the picture he had as his background. “Cute picture, you must really like Jiyeon.” Renjun’s eyes widened momentarily as you both looked at the picture of him and Jiyeon on his phone screen. It was one he took a few weeks back when she was curious about the camera on his phone. He was very proud of the selfie he managed to take with his baby and immediately set it as his background.

“Yeah I do, she’s great.” He placed his phone back on his bedside table and cleared his throat awkwardly, the guilt inside of him rising.

“Do you like kids then?” You laid your head against his chest and listened to his heart beating, not noticing how fast it was starting to beat again.

“Yeah I guess so.” He shrugged, sitting up and disrupting your comfortable spot. You instead rested your head against his pillow and stared at his back.

“Do you want kids?” You couldn’t help but ask, the curiosity inside of you flaring up as you quizzed your boyfriend.

“Hm.” He shrugged once more, turning over onto his front, scooting closer to you and diving his head into the crook of your neck. He needed a quick distraction, and in typical Renjun fashion, his first go to was sex. He licked and sucked at your neck, trailing one of his hands up to cup at your naked breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You let out a quiet moan, slightly surprised by quick the situation escalated. “Gonna fuck you so good baby girl.” He growled against the skin of your neck, moving to slot his body between your legs.

It wasn’t long before you had your legs lifted up over his shoulders and he was ramming his cock into you so hard and fast that you felt like you were having an out of body experience. Renjun had completely forgotten that he’d only started this to distract you, and he was enjoying every second of having you moaning his name and dragging your nails down his back, leaving violent red lines on his skin. Your eyes started to close and roll into the back of your head as he brought you closer to your high, the ache in your thighs being a welcoming burn as he kept your knees on either side of your head. The door to the room opened suddenly, Renjun not stopping even though his eyes flicked over to the door. You squealed and tried to move your legs but failed to do so as Renjun stopped you.

“Renjun,” Jaemin waltzed into the room like nothing was happening, his eyes shamelessly raking over your conjoined bodies. When he didn’t continue with whatever he was going to say, Renjun frowned and cleared his throat.

“What do you want?” He asked finally stopping his hips, his body lowering so it was flat against your own in order to hide more of your body from his best friend. Your cheeks had gone hot, embarrassment taking over you as you winced from the mortification.

“I can’t remember now…” Jaemin admitted, his eyebrows furrowing as he left the room, pulling the door shut behind him. Renjun shrugged and leaned down to kiss you, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he rolled his hips into yours. You turned your head to the side and whined.

“Stop, I’m not in the mood anymore.” You sighed, wanting to curl up underneath a blanket and hide forever. He immediately froze, letting your legs slip off of his shoulders and pulling out of you fast.

“Okay.” He was clearly irritated, but not at you. He grabbed a shirt off of the floor and cleaned you both up, pulling on a pair of jogging bottoms. “I’ll be back in a minute.” He mumbled, clenching his fists as he pulled the door open, slamming it shut behind him as he left the room. You listened out carefully, snuggling into his blankets and widening your eyes as you heard his aggressive tone. “What the fuck did you want Jaemin?!” He growled. Jaemin’s eyes widened but then he slowly smirked at Renjun, despite seeing the livid look on his face.

“You definitely got yourself a sexy little thing to fuck haven’t you Renjunnie.” Jaemin raised an eyebrow suggestively and winked at Renjun, wanting to push him as far as he could.

“Fuck off.” Renjun’s fists clenched, his anger rising by the second with Jaemin’s little quips not helping. Jeno and their younger friend Chenle were sat in the living room with Jaemin, them both watching the scene play out with curious eyes.

“When you get bored of her, make sure you send her my way.” Jaemin turned his head back to the television, clearly not feeling threatened by his older friend. You’re pulled on one of Renjun’s t-shirts and a pair of his boxer shorts, creeping into the doorway of the living room to watch what was going on, none of the boys noticing your presence. You felt hurt by Jaemin’s words, it making you feel like a disposable thing to be thrown away after he was finished with you. Renjun crossed the room, grabbing Jaemin by his collar. Usually he wouldn’t have been this confrontational, but his testosterone was through the roof from his aborted orgasm, leading his aggression to be at an all time high. Jaemin stared up at Renjun, a small smirk playing on his lips as he watched him. “You gonna hit me big boy?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Renjun growled lowly, his grip on Jaemin’s collar tightening, his knuckles turning white as he lifted the boy in his hold up off of the sofa.

“Put him down Renjun.” Jeno rolled his eyes, shifting forward on the sofa as if he was ready to intervene at any moment.

“Not until he apologises to my girlfriend, why would you walk in when you can clearly hear what was going on in there?” You could almost taste the male hormones that were filling the room as Jeno got involved. Your heart soared as you watched Renjun defending your honour, his protectiveness causing butterflies to flap like crazy inside of your stomach.

“Renjun he’s high. Just drop it.” It was when Jeno said that, that your eyes drifted over to the coffee table, noticing a small see through bag that was empty, but had the visible residue of white powder left inside of it. Your mouth popped open when you came to realisation that they’d been snorting cocaine while you were in the apartment. You didn’t even know that the boys did drugs, and it caused your mind to wonder if Renjun had also done cocaine in the past. It made sense as to why Jaemin was being so confident and happy even though Renjun was threatening him, his eyes wider than you’d seen them before.

“I don’t give a fuck.” He pulled Jaemin up onto his feet, letting go of his shirt to give him a hard shove instead. “Go and apologise.”

“No.” Jaemin smiled with an animated smirk, stepping closer to Renjun with his chest puffed out and his shoulders back. You saw the way Renjun’s back muscles tensed as he raised his fist, swinging it at Jaemin. It collided with his cheek with a dull thud, Jaemin stumbling back but caught himself, suddenly staggering forward and swinging at Renjun. You gasped and huddled into the doorframe, too shocked to say anything and not wanting to get involved because Jaemin was under the influence. You felt as though your feet were anchored to the spot. Jeno jumped up from his spot on the sofa while Chenle just stayed where he was sat, watching them like he was watching an entertaining movie. Jaemin swung his fist at Renjun but Jeno had given him a hard push, making the drugged-up boy fall onto the sofa. You could see Renjun’s shoulders hunched up and rising and falling as he took deep breaths. Jaemin leapt up fast, approaching Renjun with his fists clenched. “You’re gonna regret that.” Jaemin grumbled lowly. Renjun didn’t back down, approaching Jaemin and meeting him halfway.

“Why? Because I can actually have a stable relationship unlike you?” Renjun’s voice raised and you could tell he struck a nerve in Jaemin as the boy’s jaw clenched, his fist meeting Renjun’s face.

“At least I didn’t make the mistake of knocking so-” Jaemin didn’t get to finish his sentence as Renjun lunged at him, both the boys falling to the floor with a loud thud. You winced as Jaemin’s back hit the floor, not even hearing the words he spewed before Renjun had lost his cool once more. Renjun repeatedly punched Jaemin, screaming profanities at him as Jaemin struggled, throwing his fists back at Renjun. Jeno jumped into action, trying his hardest to pull the young men apart as they fought. Tears gathered in your eyes as you watched them, anxiety fluttering in your stomach and your hands starting to shake. You couldn’t deny that seeing Renjun this way made you scared, because it did. You had no idea that the gentle man you’d known up until now could attack someone in the way he attacked his best friend.

“Don’t you fucking dare talk about that like it’s a bad thing you piece of shit!” Renjun screamed at Jaemin, putting his hands around his throat and gripping tightly. Jaemin started to squirm, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to gasp for air.

“Renjun!” You shouted, feeling like all the blood was being drained from your face as you watched him. You had no idea how far he would take this and if he knew his limits when it came to strangling someone. He froze at the sound of your voice, his hands loosening and Jaemin gasping for breath, coughing as the air circulated in his lungs once more. He sat back on his heels and stared down at Jaemin, whose nose was bleeding, and he had blood coming from his lips and eyebrow. You couldn’t see the damage done to your boyfriends’ face as his back was still facing you. Jeno shoved Renjun off of Jaemin and pulled the boy up, patting his back to help him breath.

“Never talk about my daughter like that again.” Renjun whispered lowly so you couldn’t hear, and Jaemin nodded once before standing up with Jeno’s help. Jaemin was surprisingly calm for someone who was just being choked, perching himself on the sofa and using his sleeve to wipe the blood from his face. Renjun got to his feet and turned to look at you still stood in the doorway with a few stray tears rolling down your cheeks. “Baby, I told you to stay in my room.” He crossed the room and took your hands in his own. You noticed that he had a red mark on his cheek that would surely bruise, but apart from that, Jaemin hadn’t done much damage to his face. You peered down at your joined hands, silently gasping when you saw the blood on his knuckles, unsure whether it was his own blood or his friends. He guided you back to his room and sat on the bed with you. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss to your cheek. “I’m sorry you saw that…I don’t lose my temper like that often.”

“Why did you then? It wasn’t that big of a deal that he walked in on us…” You sniffed, your hands still shaking as a result of the anxiety you had felt in that moment.

“It doesn’t matter,” He shook his head, not wanting to tell you what Jaemin had said to him and why it affected him so much. “Do you want to stay tonight?”

“Would you have killed him?” You blurted out, your bottom lip quivering as you stared into his eyes with your own puppy dog eyes. Renjun’s eyes widened in surprise at your question, his heart dropping through the floor when he saw the fright behind your eyes.

“No! Of course I wouldn’t have, please don’t think that of me.” His arms found their way around your body and he pulled you to his chest, resting his chin on top of your head. “Don’t be scared of me. Please baby, I wouldn’t ever hurt you.” You sighed and swallowed the lump you felt in your throat, trusting his words that he would never hurt you.

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Renjun let out a frustrated sigh as he sat on the living room floor with Jiyeon between his parted legs. He was holding her hands and helping her stay up on her two feet. She looked at him with curious eyes, her frame wobbly as she was struggling to balance her little body even though she had her father as support.

“I know you can walk; I have faith in you. Please do it for daddy, I want to rub it into mummy’s face that I saw you take your first steps.” She smiled a toothy smile at him, looking adorable in the pink baby onesie that Renjun had dressed her in. “I’m going to let go now, remember what I told you okay? One foot in front of the other, and then the other foot…am I confusing you?” He tilted his head as he watched his daughter nearly collapse, her little legs about to fold if it wasn’t for Renjun holding her up. “Nah you’re smart, you can do this!” Renjun always assumed his daughter knew what he was saying, even if he knew in the back of his mind that she had absolutely no clue what his words meant, her little smiles and giggles purely being because she loves her dad. Apart from her mother, Renjun was the only other person who would feed her and give her snuggles when she was crying. So it was a no brainer that the little girl was fond of her clueless father. “On three…one…two…three!” He let go of her hands, her little body swaying before her diaper clad bottom collided with the floor. Renjun let out another sigh and shook his head. “You have disappointed me. But its okay,” He picked her up and sat her on one of his thighs, pressing a soft kiss to her head. “I was a disappointment to my father too, we’re in the same boat kiddo.”

“That’s a bit of a harsh thing to say to a nine-month-old.” Renjun hadn’t noticed that Jeno had been stood in the doorway watching him fail to teach his child how to walk. Jaemin followed Jeno as he walked in, them both sitting on the sofa in front of Renjun. Jaemin’s injuries had faded significantly in the week that it had been since his and Renjun’s altercation. He still had bruises on his face and wounds, but he didn’t look as bad as what he had previously. Renjun noticed a new cut on Jeno’s cheek but was used to seeing him with injuries from his job, so didn’t bother asking what had happened.

“She knows I don’t mean it.” He shrugged, grabbing her pacifier off of the table after she’d decided to put the string of his hoodie in her mouth. He gently pried it from her mouth and replaced it with the yellow pacifier that had that face of a duck printed on it.

“I’m pretty sure she doesn’t know what anything you say to her means.” Jaemin commented, running a hand through his shaggy blonde hair and letting out a yawn that had him wincing in slight pain from his cuts. The two of them had apologised to each other like they always did after an argument or fight, it now being water under the bridge.

“She’s smart!”

“She’s a baby.” Jeno deadpanned with a roll of his eyes.

“I’m fully aware of that, leave her alone she doesn’t need your criticism.” Renjun didn’t say anything when Jeno stole the baby from his arms. He sat back on the sofa and cuddled her into his chest. Usually she’d fidget and try to get away when someone wanted to cuddle her like that during the day, but all the standing Renjun had her do had made her tired, so she willingly laid her head against her uncles chest and sucked away at her pacifier, her eyes now trained on the baby cartoons that were playing on the tv.

“Are you still fuc- I mean, er…doing the do with (Y/N)?” Jeno stopped himself from swearing when he remembered he had a baby on his chest, a baby who was on the cusp of learning how to talk. Renjun raised an amused eyebrow at the way he avoided swearing, leaning back on his hands and stretching his legs out in front of himself on the floor.

“Yeah she’s my girlfriend.” Renjun looked at the them both, a smirk playing on his lips. Jaemin leaned in close to Jiyeon’s face as he studied her delicate features. She flicked her eyes from the cartoons to stare at his face. He smiled a wide smile at her very tenderly pinched his cheek. She erupted in a giggle and raised her head from Jeno’s chest.

“Hello gorgeous,” He gasped and put on a baby voice, tickling her underneath the chin as she continued to make adorable giggles, her pacifier hanging in her mouth from between her lips. “Yes it’s your favourite uncle Jaemin! Can you say Jaemin? Jae-min…Jaeeee-min!”

“I swear if her first word is Jaemin I will set your car on fire.” Renjun threatened with an expressionless face to show the severity of his words.

“Where is (Y/N) then?” Jeno questioned, passing Jiyeon over to Jaemin when she started to fidget more.

“I told her I was busy; I can’t have her here all the time when I have Jiyeon otherwise she’ll get suspicious as to why I’ve always got her when I told her that she’s Haechan’s daughter.”

“So you continue to lie to her?” Jaemin chipped in, bouncing Jiyeon on his knee with both her hands in his own to keep her amused.

“Yes…plus I couldn’t get a babysitter. I can’t keep neglecting my child for my girlfriend.” No one replied to his words, a heavy silence settling in the room.

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You stood patiently outside of the apartment door, waiting for Renjun or someone else to let you in. A minute passed and you furrowed your eyebrows when the door hadn’t opened. You raised your hand to knock again when the door swung open.

“Hey babe, sorry I’m looking after Jiyeon for Haechan.” He moved out of the way so that you could enter the apartment. He had on adidas joggers with a plain white t-shirt, and you couldn’t deny how hot he looked carrying the tiny girl on his hip. She was dressed in a bear onesie, the little hood up over her head as she sucked on a pacifier.

“It’s okay, hey Jiyeonie!” You took her hand in yours and put on a baby voice. She just stared at you and then looked up at Renjun inquisitively.

“She’s just woken up so she might be a bit grumpy.” You followed him through to the living room and watched as he set her down on the rug by some toys. He turned to you and placed his hands on your hips, bringing you into his chest and placing a kiss on the tip of your nose. Your heart fluttered at the simply gesture and you smiled up at him. “I’ve missed you.”

“It’s only been three days since I last saw you!” You laughed softly and puckered your lips at him for a kiss. He leaned in and kissed you tenderly, rubbing his thumbs against your skin where your t-shirt had ridden up where his hands were.

“Three days is too long.” He mumbled, pulling away from you to sit down on the sofa. Instead of sitting beside you, you folded your legs and sat on the floor beside Jiyeon. She looked at you with her big, brown eyes, sucking at her pacifier quietly and fiddling with the material of the rug in her tiny hands.

“You’re so cute.” You picked up her teddy bear and held it out to her as an offering. “Jiyeonie! I want cuddles!” You said in a deeper voice, pretending that the bear was talking to her. Her eyes switched from you, to the bear, then her cheeks rose as she smiled widely. Her little hands came out to take the bear from you, and you let her have it. Renjun watched as you started to play with his daughter, noticing that you were a natural with her. She let out loud giggles, reaching over to grab one of her stacking cups. She held it up to you as her way of telling you she wanted to play with it. “Shall we stack them up?” You asked her, getting only a smile and blank stare in response. You stacked up the cups on top of each other, letting out a gasp once you’d finished. “Look Jiyeonie!” She squealed in delight, kicking her legs out in excitement at your tone. Renjun laughed, his heart soaring as he watched you both. He was touched that you got along well with his child, despite you not knowing that you were playing with your boyfriends’ baby.

“Ba!” She made a random noise, hitting the cups with her tiny fist and sending them all flying to the ground. You gasped in mock horror, tickling her tummy and lifting her up to place her on your lap.

“Oh my gosh she’s so cute…I want one.” You pouted up at Renjun, only half joking with him. On one hand, you loved kids, and really did want to have one eventually, but on the other hand, you felt it was far too early for you to have a baby with Renjun considering the short period of time you’d been with him. Renjun’s eyes widen when he realised what you’d said, his mouth popping open in surprise and his heart dropping through his stomach.

“Y-you want a baby?” His voice was unsteady in his surprise. He didn’t really know what to say next, hardly finding it appropriate to drop the bomb on you now that he already had a baby. Instead he laughed nervously. “When?”

“Right now.” You winked at him, finding it funny how awkward he was being. “Give her back to her father and impregnate me big boy.” You saw the colour drain from his face, he let out small squeak and you let out a loud laugh. “I’m joking! Don’t have a heart attack.”

“You scared me…” He awkwardly scratched at his arm, suddenly finding his tattoos really interesting.

“I know.” You grinned cheekily at him, holding Jiyeon up to him. “Don’t you want one of these though? Look how sweet she is!” He took his daughter from you and cuddled her into his chest.

“I guess, one day baby.” He smiled, looking into his baby’s eyes and pushing down the guilt he felt as he sunk further into his lie.

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The muffled sound of shouting had you confused as you prepared yourself a sandwich. It was coming from the hall outside of your apartment, and you could make out a male and female voice. Curiosity got the better of you and as you approached your front door, you could tell that the male’s voice belonged to Renjun. You didn’t want to eavesdrop, but you did anyway. You tiptoed and looked through the peephole in the door, seeing that Renjun was arguing with a dark-haired girl. She had Jiyeon on her hip and the little girl was crying and clinging to the woman.

“She must be Haechan’s ex…” You whispered to yourself and furrowed your eyebrows. You didn’t know why she would be arguing with Renjun though, so you listened in on their words.

“I told you what would happen Renjun.” She shouted, her face showing an angry expression as she rubbed Jiyeon’s back to try and soothe her.

“I haven’t done anything!!! You always assume the worst of me.” He shouted back, the vein in his forehead becoming prominent which you had seen before when he was fighting with Jaemin, so you knew he was getting pissed off.

“Because you’re a liar! Remember that’s what broke us up!” You frowned as you realised that she must be Renjun’s ex. You wondered why she was holding Jiyeon then, your brain boggled at the new information unfolding in front of you.

“I thought you broke up with me because I was doing drugs?!” You had a feeling that he had done drugs in the past, but it didn’t bother you, it was in the past and you were confident he wasn’t doing it now.

“And because you lied to me about it! How could I trust you?!”

“I’m not doing drugs anymore though, especially not when Jiyeon is in the house.” He growled, his fists clenching and posture getting tense.

“Bullshit, you told me you’d never do drugs when you had Jiyeon, yet I go into your apartment and there’s a bag of weed sat on your bedside table!! I told you if you ever did drugs around Jiyeon, you’d never see her again.” You frowned at her threat, wondering why she was saying something like that to Haechan’s friend. You also felt a pang of jealousy in your gut at her mention of being in his bedroom. Why would she need to go into his room?

“I haven’t done any drugs!!!” He roared, Jiyeon letting out a long cry and huddling her head into the woman’s neck in her fright at see her father like that.

“You’re such a lousy father, I should have known you would be when I went through with the pregnancy…You have one more chance, if you fuck up again Renjun then you won’t be seeing your daughter unsupervised.” She wasn’t shouting anymore, and she just sounded disappointed, her voice holding a tone of sadness as she cuddled her daughter. You felt a wave of nausea hit you and your stomach erupted in butterflies as anxiety riddled your veins. You felt gobsmacked at what you’d just found out. Renjun is Jiyeon’s father, and he’d been lying to you this whole time. The woman stormed off, leaving Renjun stood outside his apartment seething in anger. You gulped, taking a step back from the door and swinging it open. You hadn’t noticed that tears had fallen from your eyes and trailed down your hot cheeks.

“You lied to me.” You whispered in disbelief. Renjun looked up, the colour draining from his face and his stomach flipping as he came to the realisation that you’d heard everything that had been said, and you now knew the truth. His body relaxed, all the anger leaving him as guilt took its place.

“I’m so sorry.” He took a step, about to approach you when you shook your head at him, letting out a sob and glancing down at the floor. “Please let me explain, baby I am so so-”

“We’re done. I can’t be with someone who lied to me like that, especially when I poured my heart out to you about being lied to in the past. It’s over.” With that, you slammed the door, your back hitting the wood and sliding down to the floor as you silently sobbed into your hands.

“(Y/N)! Let me in! Please baby we can’t leave it like this, I love you let me in!” It was the first time he’d told you that he loves you and the bittersweet moment had your heart panging in pain. The banging stopped as he laid his forehead against your apartment door. “Please…”

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the-storyteller-and-her-soldiers · 4 years ago

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An Actual FFXV S/I!

Believe it or not but I do enjoy inserting myself into the universes of my f/os! The only thing is they’re fighters, soldiers if you will, and I’m not. I can’t even really picture myself as one since that’s not who I am and that SUCKS when I’m trying to read inserts and they’re like “Oh you met F/O in a battle, you spar together as dates, etc...” because no, I AM A SMALL SQUISHY BEAN! I don’t even run unless I have to or I want to...

But anyways I’ve finally figured out a way to insert myself into FFXV! This takes place around FFXV: Brotherhood Here we go! Picrew: [Here]

Name: Rebecca Grace Stinheart Nickname: Becca or Ms. Grace (in semi-professional settings) Age: 18 Occupation: Full-time student part time paper writer Clothing Style: Wears anything from a classic oversized hoodie and jeans to flowy dresses covered in lace. It really just depends on what she feels like on a certain day. Where To Find Her: If it’s any time between 3pm and 7am you can usually find her in her little corner of the castle either typing up homework of her own, royal documents, or sleeping at her keyboard since it’s become more of her home than where her family is. Otherwise she’s at school or out and about with personal friends of hers. She may take breaks in the gardens or where the Crownsguard members train to do yoga or exercises that her Physical Therapist recommends.

Backstory: “Are you a college student stuck with a term paper or a person in business who needs to create a proper presentation? Well, whatever your position may be if writing is what worries you, then leave it to me! I’m more than happy to make essays exuberant and speeches truly spectacular, for a fee, of course!”

This was a snippet of the advert that Rebecca had posted online in order to earn some quick cash after a friend insisted that they pay her for helping with an English essay that they had. Writing was what she was good at and hoped to make a career with, so she figured why not dip her toes in the career pool even if it was under the table. She needed some way to keep the lights on since she couldn’t trust her parents to do so.

Sure, ghostwriting for other’s grades wasn’t the most credible, but there was a market for it and she knew it. Even if she just took on the role of a tutor to help the client with details and staying on task, she didn’t care as long as she got a good ten to twenty bucks for turning a few notes into five pages.

She knew of the royal family, heard of the popular Crownsguard, and even saw prince Noctis in school since he was a grade or two above her; but none of that ever interested her. Politics were politics and the system they had created never helped her or her family. But little did she knew that her work spread quickly by word of mouth to those she’d never dream to meet.

She had ended up writing a few essays for a sunshine boy both in hair color and personality named Prompto. He was sweet, compliant in giving her the material needed, and paid well enough. Her work got him A’s in his classes and one B+ since the teacher was a stickler, but after that they seemingly parted ways. That is until a few weeks later when this happy-go-lucky guy came back and introduced her to his good pal Noct.

She was surprised but not unwilling to take his work! This could be what she needed to really get herself out there, not to mention that she could make enough money from this one job than she could in a month of jobs... If she played her cards right. As she told the two young men straight up, “I’m a miracle worker, not a charity case.”

And a miracle worker she seemingly was since the prince’s grades perked up and he became quite the regular to her business. That is until a slightly older, spectacled royal advisor named Ignis caught wind of their trades and stopped it with a light scolding to the prince. Yet to Rebecca he proposed that instead of writing as a ghost, they make things official. Rebecca should become Noctis’ royal tutor and speech writer when the advisor had to tend to other matters. Not only would that give her the credibility she wanted, but she’d receive a much more stable paycheck since she’d be a part of the royal staff.

So she took the job and with how much she was helping the prince and growing friendly with him and his friends, it wasn’t long until she met the other royals and castle staff. Though just like her original business, word of mouth spread quickly and if the matter wasn’t too sensitive but had to do with writing, Rebecca was the one castle staff would go to. This was because she was the most available and easiest to find most of the time, since she had made her office more like her home away from home.

Yet she didn’t meet the final member of the Prince’s posse, his Shield named Gladio, until she had settled down into her work. She was done for the evening and decided to take a break in the gardens, to rest, reorganize herself, and work out the countless cricks knotted through her body. Her mind was finally at peace until a gruff voice called out and critiqued her yoga pose. This startled her so much that her Downward Dog became a Crashing Child since she fell flat on her stomach. Gladio was going to criticize her more for complaining about her soreness, until he realized she wasn’t one of the Crownsguard he trained with but a new young face he’d only see in passing. Rebecca made that abundantly clear when he finally snapped out of it and went to help her up. When she explained that she wasn’t Crownsguard but the Prince’s royal tutor that Gladio had heard about from the others, he admired her drive and efficiency to get the younger men to work while helping everyone she could out. He also felt kind of bad as she explained that she was self-taught and was doing the best she could without hurting herself.

Rebecca then avoided Gladio like the plague for a good few weeks since if she wanted to be judged on her physical abilities and lack thereof all she had to do was attend P.E. class. This sucked for Gladio since not only was she getting closer with Noctis, Prompto, and Ignis, but she was also getting close to his sister Iris as well since they shared a fashion class together. It took a few more weeks but Gladio finally got Rebecca in a place where he could explain himself at the very least. Rebecca begrudgingly forgave him but soon found that other than their differences in physical abilities, they shared quite a few interests especially in literature. He’s actually become her strongest advocate in the castle. Some say that it’s because Rebecca handed him his ass verbally, while others gossip that there’s something more to his admiration...

None of them know the full story of Rebecca’s life other than the snippets that slip out in conversation, yet they all look out for her in their own way.

Ignis makes sure she eats, helps her with chores, and helps her try to maintain a decent sleep schedule.

Prompto and Noctis usually take her out to goof off when she’s in need of a break. Prompto also brings her snacks and new earbuds for back-ups.

Gladio forces her to stay hydrated, will carry her to bed when he finds her asleep at her desk, and takes time out of his day to go out for walks or do yoga together where he actually guides her through it

#ship: the storyteller and her shield #selfship #oc x canon #self insert #self shipping community #selfship community #self insert community #self ship community #selfinsert community #s/i reference #s/i x canon

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mx-jinxous · 5 years ago

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Day 4: Coffee shop

Barry didn’t know what he had expected to change after the crisis, in this strange world he didn’t understand. After they defeated the Anti-Moniter, Barry had been informed by Joe that he didn’t work for CCPD anymore. He’d lost his job over not “filing” his impromptu sabbatical correctly after Savitar, from the chief not Singh, so at least he hadn’t burned a bridge with the new chief. Instead now he worked at Jitters, after Iris pulled a few strings for him with her old boss....and Barry sucked at his job. Even with super speed he sucked at making coffee and still couldn’t master what he’d been able to do before. He was so happy he was stuck on the register today, he needed a break and he was sure everyone else needed one after a week of Barry’s messes, not to mention Barry’s nightlife was strange too, still learning the layout of the new Central and the new villians.

His life wasn’t getting any easier, his body was also feeling different, like his connection to the speed force was different, but he figured that’s because an infinite number of worlds were erased from creation and now every speedster on the other earths ceased to exist. Barry sighed, his thoughts going to Jay and Joan, his parents dopplegangers. He had just met Joan, and it was like looking at his mom and dad again, he’s sure Joan would have been like a surrogate mother like Jay had become to him. He’d just gotten them in his life, but now they were gone again, just like everyone from the other earths that weren’t on earth 32. He lost Harry, Sherloque, Jessie, Ray, Leo, all the other Wells. He knew he’d never get them back, even if by some miracle some were carried over to the new earth they wouldn’t know Barry. He wished Oliver was still alive, wished he could talk to him and get some kind of pointers, feeling like that excited and scared young man that had first met Oliver Queen.

Sitting in the back breakroom, Barry sniffed, hiding his eyes as tears started to escape. He wondered if Kara, Kate, or the Legends, even Jefferson were feeling as lost and helpless as he was. It was something he couldn’t explain to the other, sure they had their memories back thanks to J’onn, but other than the other Paragons they couldn’t really feel as displaced as Barry. Deep in their subconscious they had memories that came with the new world, Barry didn’t have that luxury, he didn’t know all that changed, all he knows is that some friends were back. Iris wasn’t married to Barry, she was married to Eddie, Ronnie also back, even professor Stein was alive. Since the multiverse didn’t exist that meant that Stein hadn’t been killed by Nazi’s, instead he retired happily, Barry meaning to visit him. It was awkward with everyone on team Flash on a regular basis, Iris and Barry having to work through the awkwardness of knowing they’d been married, had slept together many times, were supposed to have Nora, but that all was gone, just a distant dream.

Barry still hasn’t figured out where he lived, his apartment he lived at before moving in with Iris being one of those things that changed with the new layout. For a while he stayed at Star, having one constant thing still in his life to keep him sane before he took refuge at Joe’s house, luckily his old room the same as it always had been. “Hey Barry, you feeling okay?” Barry jumped, looking back to see his Boss Taylor looking at him worried, having given him many of those looks after his sudden change in work performance. She thought it was all because of an injury from a meta attack that Barry had apparently made up before in prime timeline.

“Hey, yah. Just a long week.” Barry said, not looking as he wiped his eyes away as fast as he could at a normal pace.

“If you need a couple days off I understand. They won’t count against you.”

“I couldn’t leave you guys hanging.” Barry stood, catching a glimpse of his puffy red eyes. “It’s fine.” Barry said, the “It has to be” staying silent.

“If you’re sure, just promise me if you need to leave you’ll let me know.”

“I will.” Barry said, Taylor nodding as she turned and walked out of the breakroom. Barry mourned the memories of their work relationship, of all his co-workers because he doesn’t know these people, other Barry does. Taking a deep breath Barry walked out, getting behind the register and starting to take orders to help get the line down.

Once Barry had gotten the line down he was out on the floor, cleaning the tables, wishing he could just speed through all this. As he cleaned one table he felt eyes on him, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end, the speedster feeling a hand touch his elbow. Turning Barry backed away from the person, or people he should say, the young speedster’s eyes widening when he saw Leonard Snart and Hartley Rathaway both looking at him with worried eyes. “You a little jumpy, Scarlet?”

“Snart? I-I thought you were...with the Legends.” Barry said, deciding not to mention pre-crisis Snart’s fate. He looked like he had the last time Barry had seen him, helping him with King Shark, but he seemed to have lighter features. Hartley, Hartley looked different, his hair was a bit longer, a wavy side bang slightly obstructing his eye. He no longer had his big framed glasses on, his eyes clear of any cover, and Barry’s sure he’s never really looked into the metas eyes. His eyes were a sky blue, deep enough to fall in if you dared to stare long enough, Barry tearing his gaze away to avoid it.

“Snart...huh?” Len looked a little taken back, but collected himself immediately. “I haven’t been with the Legends in years, I promised I’d stay away from the band of merry men...we haven’t seen you for a bit.”

“Called and you didn’t answer.” Hartley said, folding his arms in the way Barry knew he did to protect himself, or least how he had on Earth 1. Maybe they were both possibly on Team Flash now, just waiting to be called back to the field.

“Look, can we just fight this out on the field in our nightlife gear. I’m trying to work right now.” Barry grumbled, folding his arms, needing one less headache.

“Fight? Is that what we’re doing?” Hartley said, now both of them on defense.

“Care to elaborate about what our fight is on this time Scarlet?” Len asked, Barry sighing and shaking his head. This new life was exhausting, his body feeling aged as he could only guess what they meant.

“I don’t know, whatever you're here to talk about. I don’t feel like dealing with the Rogues Gallery at work while I’m trying to make a latte.”

“Rogues? You know damn well the Rogues are dormant. Someone going on their own accord I can talk to, but don’t take it out on us.” Len said, Hartley pressing his lips together as he tried to hold back his tongue.

“We’re just trying to figure out why you haven’t been home or taking a call from us in over a week. Figured you were busy, but I can see you’re just ignoring us.” Hartley mumbled, looking at the ground, Len wrapping an arm around his waist, Barry getting even more confused. “Look, if we can talk it out we’d like to know what’s going on in your head. Don’t shut us out again.”

“If we’ve done something Barry let us know and we’ll talk about it...I don’t want to break up.” Barry froze, staring at the two as the wheels in his head began to turn. Break up means they’re together, like romantically together. Barry’s stomach felt like it was going to drop, the realization crashing down on top of him like a brick wall. The reason why he couldn’t find a place with his name on it was probably because it was under one of their names, and they were dating. Air seemed thin as he turned, trying his best to run out of Jitters at human pace, catching Taylor’s eyes as he rushed out. The woman gave a small nod of understanding as Barry ran out and into the alleyway, flashing away as he heard Hartley and Len yelling after him.

Barry didn’t know where he flashed to, only that he was standing in front of a plain white door, hyperventilating as he banged on the door. It was thrown open to show Caitlin and an angry Ronnie, which melted when he saw Barry was a mess. Pulling him inside Caitlin sat him on the couch, trying to talk him down from his breakdown, Ronnie walking out of the room and returning with water as Caitlin managed to calm him down. After a few minutes of silence and tears, Barry drank the glass of water before he spoke.

“Sorry for barging in, I didn’t even know who’s door I was at.” He asked, curled up on the couch with the two lovers sitting beside him.

“It’s fine Bare, but what happened?” Ronnie asked, gripping Caitlin’s hand.

“More post crisis stuff, it’s just been a lot.”

“Want to talk about it?” Caitlin asked, glancing at Barry worriedly, the speedster shaking his head.

“I just don’t know who I am anymore. This earth-prime Barry is not me, I’m earth 1 no matter how hard I try to change with this new world.”

“We get it, you’re lost and need guidance.” Ronnie said, looking at the younger man that had become like a brother to him. “Probably on some stuff we can’t help you with, but Kara’s just a jog away. I’m sure she’s feeling the same.”

“I don’t know. I think I should just go have a nap at the lab, then work on Gideon a bit to clear my mind.” Barry said, his mind flickering back to Len and Hartley, his insides twisting.

“Just take it easy, don’t over work yourself. Remember we’re here if you need somewhere to stay for a bit.” Ronnie said with a smirk, Barry nodding before speeding off, Caitlin’s hair whipping Ronnie in the face.

Barry collapsed onto the couch in the lounge of Star Labs, nodding off with his face pressed against the cushion, the exhaustion over taking him. When he woke up it was dark outside, now on his back, his body covered in a blanket from the infirmary, voices talking in the background, possibly some bickering. Barry let out a groan, shifting on to his side as he tried to nod back off, someone shushing. A hand pushed his bang out of his, another giving a light grip to his calf, Barry cracking his eyes open to catch a glimpse of Cisco leaning against the coffee bar, the hand still patting his head.

“Make yourself useful Ramon and find some of those bars you made for him. He’s probably starving.” A sharp voice said, Barry looking up to see Hartley brushing his hand through his hair, smiling down at him. Looking down at his legs he saw Len sitting with Barry’s legs across his lap, the older man now rubbing up and down his leg, he almost nodded back off.

“Hey sleeping beauty, are you hungry.” Hartley said lightly, Barry taking a second to let his mind catch up to him. When earlier events came back Barry shot up, speeding over to Cisco, who seemed as spooked as the other two men.

“So, still mad?” Len said, leaning back against the couch, Hartley scooting over to him and leaning against him. Turning Barry looked at Cisco, the other man looking just as weirded out by the two Rogues cuddling on the couch.

“It’s weird right? I haven’t told them anything.” Cisco whispered, Hartley perking up.

“You know I have sonic hearing right?” Cisco rolled his eyes, not taking his eyes off of Barry.

“Are you going to talk to us about anything?” The young meta asked, looking at Barry, the speedster patting Cisco’s shoulder to dismiss him. It was silent for a moment and it was times like this he wished he could get drunk, wondering if Caitlin has a bottle of the special booze in her office. After a moment of silence the older of the three spoke up.

“Look, if you really want to call it quits on us we’ll stop bugging you, but you have to talk to us about it, none of us can read your mind.”

“We’re not together!” Barry snapped, still staring at the coffee machine. “You can’t break up with someone you’ve never dated.”

“Wow, shit move.” Hartley sounded cold, taking a deep breath. “You can be a real dick sometimes Allen, but you can’t deny three years together.”

“What’s gotten into you? What happened to the speedster that loves us?” Len said, Barry turning to see both men standing, Hartley looking on the verge of crying while Len looked angry.

“He doesn’t exist anymore! I’m not your Barry and trying to find a place in a world you don’t know is kind of hard!” Barry growled, both men taking a defensive stance.

“Where’s our Barry then?”

“He’s me now. This new world isn’t the earth I lived on, this is strange.” Barry says, Len and Hartley still giving him dirty looks.

“Have you been time traveling again?”

“I wish, but no this is much worse.” Barry said, sliding down the counter, throwing his head in his hands. Both men stared at Barry as silence befell the three men.

“Explain right now what’s going on or I’ll assume you're a clone or something and blow you through that bar.” Hartley warned, Barry’s shoulder drooping.

“There was this crisis, a wave of antimatter swept through the multiverse and erased infinite numbers of earths, including my earth, earth 1. Oliver died and created this new world, earth-prime. Things are so different here, I’m not a CSI anymore, dead people on my earth are alive here, my parents grave is missing, I can’t find my house, and my wife is married to my friend on this earth. I can’t figure anything out and there’s almost no one that can understand what I’m going through because unlike everyone else with memories of the multiverse I wasn’t given memories of this life. I lost a daughter last year and now I’ll never get to meet her again.” Barry broke down crying, hiding his face in his knees. He hears footsteps, and slowly two pairs of arms wrapped around, Barry leaning into them.

“Take a second to calm down, let it all out Scarlet.” Len said, Barry leaning his head down, against Len's shoulder. It took a few minutes, but Barry managed to calm down enough to sit up straight. “Okay, ready to talk?” Len asked, nodding Barry cleared his throat.

“So you’re telling me that an infinite number of worlds were erased from existence and this earth is what replaced them? There are so many issues with that, you’re crushing together all these worlds into one world.” Hartley said, Barry looking over at him.

“Only three earth have been smashed into one, that’s all we found so far.” Barry mumbled, looking at the other meta.

“Okay so you said you were married to someone.”

“Iris.”

“What about us?” Hartley motioned to him and Len.

“You, last we talked, were fixing your relationship with your parents, then you set up a center to work with people that had been affected by the particle accelerator. You also opened up a few shelters for kids that had been kicked out by parents for their sexual orientation.” Hartley smiled, nodding.

“Sounds like a great person, but my parents are homophobic pieces of trash.”

“Yeah, they’re pretty terrible still, but they were trying.”

“What about me? Still with the Legends?” Len asked, Barry casting his eyes down.

“You died a hero, saving Mick from a self sacrifice. You held down the detonation on something called the Oculus, blew yourself up with these guys called the Time Masters. I’ve met your doppelganger, Leo Snart. He was married to Ray Terrill, a man that was a ray of light. They lived on this world run by nazi’s...they’re all gone now.”

“You must have lost a lot in exchange for what you have now.” Len said, pulling Barry for cuddling, Hartley rubbing up and down his thigh.

“I feel so displaced in this world, I’m not the Barry you guys love.”

“Sure you are. You are the same, sappy hero, with a great ass. Just because you don’t remember us, doesn’t mean we can’t be together. We can start again.” Hartley says, Barry looking at both of them.

“I just want to go home.” Barry said, Len placing a kiss on Barry’s forehead.

“We’ll take you home.” He whispered, the next thing he knew he was being carried in Len’s arms, Hartley taking the lead with the car keys.

Barry followed the two lovers into the house, keeping quiet as he took a look around. “I’ll start dinner, any request Barry?” Hartley asked, watching Barry pick up a photo from their anniversary. “I can make your favorites?”

“A banana?” Barry mumbled, staring intently at the picture. They looked so happy, sitting at a diner Barry didn’t know, leaning against each other.

“A banana?” Hartley asks, nose scrunched at the idea of just fruit.

“It’s all Iris could make that was edible.” Barry said, sitting the picture down.

“Well we all can cook, how about I make you some tacos?”

“Okay...what ways is the bedroom?” Len pointed the way, Barry taking off towards the back room, Len joining Hartley in the kitchen.

Barry took his time looking around, seeing many of his belongings around the room. The closet door was opened, Barry going through it to try and get a glimpse of what their life was like. When he got to the back he came across a familiar parka, behind that a newer looking costume that Barry was sure belonged to Hartley. A smile came to his face seeing the costumes, glad to have some familiarity in his life. Pulling away Barry turned to face the rest of the room again, eyes settling on the bed, his body moving on autopilot. Barry found himself sitting on the bed, a small tingle of familiarity coming over him. Reaching under the bed Barry found the old shoebox full of photos of his parents and his life at Joe’s. Dragging the box out Barry hoisted it up on the bed, the old box dusty. Flipping it open, Barry saw the messy pile of pictures of his childhood, bringing a smile to his face. He heard giggling coming from the kitchen, a chill running up his spine as he started pulling pictures out of the box, starting to come across ones with the three of them.

The first one was after Savitar, Barry could tell by the way they were dressed, Hartley’s costume was still the old one that Barry had known. Len had his same old parka and goggles on, apparently being the picture taker as Hartley and Barry were wrapped around him. There were a few pictures like that in there from over the last three years, ones Len shouldn’t have been present in.

Closing the box Barry slid it off the bed, leaving it on the floor as he laid down on the bed, resting his head against a pillow. Breathing in the first thing he smelled was the scent of Hartley’s shampoo and conditioner, the smell taking over his senses. Rolling over Barry was met with Len’s scent on the other pillow, smelling like his after shave. Barry laid there for a moment, thinking over what his new life entailed, what he’d lost and gained.

A knock came to the door, Barry shooting up to see Hartley smiling from the door, dishes clanking in the other room. “Hey, dinners ready. Len’s setting the table now.” Nodding Barry stood, following the young meta out of the bedroom and into a dining room Barry was sure was covered in stolen art.

“Hey Scarlet, if you don’t like the cooking I got a banana for you.” A smile crept to Barry’s face as he took a seat across from Len.

“So what do you guys do in this timeline for work?”

“Kind of working at Star Labs, if you're worried I’m still thieving don’t. You gave us that choice a while ago and we decided to go straight.” Hartley said, nudging Barry’s foot.

“I’m a consultant for the CCPD, what’s a better way to figure out a theft than from a thief.” Len said as he served himself.

“How’d this all happen? The Hartley and Snart of my world hardly knew each other.”

“Well when you wanted to move the metas and I betrayed you Hartley and I just..clicked. Later down the road and many team ups later we decided to make it a party for three.”

“I’d like to try and be part of your guys’ world, it’ll take time, but I want memories of this new world that aren’t all negative.” Barry said, two hands reaching over and gripping his.

“We’ll go at your pace okay, no pressure.” Hartley smiled, both he and Len looking at Barry with understanding and patience.

#baweek2020

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neshabeingchildish · 5 years ago

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Poly Wanna?

A/N: So, I had some different ideas rushing through my head of who and how I wanted these characters to be. They may start in a place that you would not expect or can’t imagine, but just keep in mind that I try to write things a little differently each incarnation of a fic and hopefully nobody checks out within the first few paragraphs. Gimme a chance. It’s delicate content, and I promise I’m trying to do their relationship justice, not just write some trash that throws them all together. I will say that this may be the most adult content of all the content that I bring into this fandom, but STILL no sm*t, okay? Will definitely mention some things that take and have taken place. Enjoy, and let me know how you feel, unless you hate it. Then, Chile stop reading and go. I don’t wanna waste neither of our time with that situation.

And just to tag the folk who initially expressed interest the first time, and lemme tell y’all… This tagging was a little difficult for me, so I shalln’t be doing it again, I don’t believe. You ain’t gotta read it, either. I just wanted to extend the invite for anybody who might have been interested: @adorkable-blackgirl @chenoahchantel @cactus-con @up-the-tube @riebellion @itsyaapollochild @oof–musicals @lesbian-so-what @woahjusttakeiteasy-man @meadowstryingtobepretty @imma-sensitive-btch @okaygal21 @midernacht @divinereign4ever @xoxoemille @starry-nightschool

Plot: Pansexual Playboy Henry Hart finally decides to settle down, with his two best friends, Jasper & Charlotte. Each have a history with him and a present with each other, and he simply can’t let either of them go… Not this time around.

01. Reality Bites

Charlotte had just moved the last of her things into Jasper’s apartment and was not even the least bit interested in trying to unpack, yet. She had packed two all encompassing luggage bags with all of her necessities to live out of for a moment, just in case it didn’t work out wonderfully and she had to abort this mission. In the meantime, the beginning of their little life together was at least cute. Jasper had cozy surroundings. His parents didn’t like for him to have things growing up, so he was one of those people who was satisfied with less. But… Charlotte was used to high quality and high maintenance, so she would definitely be turning this place around, if they lasted.

She was having some trouble getting on her feet. It wasn’t that she wasn’t qualified to do things. She definitely was. She went to school. She got degrees. She applied for jobs. She worked them. The thing was that she had this bad habit of putting in less effort than the company wanted. A lot of productivity rules were just busy work and programming. She only wanted to do what was necessary to get her work done. Bosses hated her for that. She was constantly getting fired and had gotten to the point where her parents were sick of it and forced her to get out of their place. “You could always go back to the Man Cave,” Jasper had suggested. Yeah, right. Where Henry was?

He was part of the problem. She had put so much into him, into them and he simply moved on as soon as it got a little bit difficult, as was his romance method of operation. After that, she wondered why even try to hard when you could simply to whatever you had to and get good results. To be fair and honest, had she thought more about it, she might have realized that what she was actually experiencing was heartbreak and depression. But, she thought that she was just tired of people taking advantage of her.

Jasper, on the other hand had been doing fine. He wasn’t doing great, but he was at least working regularly and was able to afford to take care of himself. Then again, he didn’t eat healthy, keep groceries stocked, or have the best products in the place. In fact, at the moment, he had wine on the kitchen counter, half a bag of tortilla chips in the pantry, and one shelf of condiments on the door of the fridge, with beer on the top rack. So… He didn’t have himself together, but he did have working water, electricity, a vehicle, a home… stuff that she was lacking on because she couldn’t be happy in any career path she had tried, thus far.

But, they found each other again, after some time apart and some distance. Their friendship faltered slightly when he admitted to her some years ago (some months after she and Henry were over) that he and Henry were together. WTF? She didn’t know what part of bro-code,girl code… (friendship? code) was being violated by that relationship, but she felt in her bones that it was betrayal and so, she was good on him. She was good on him a couple of years later when he apologized and told her that karma had caught up to him, because Henry had broken things off. She was good on him up until she came into this bar to meet up with a friend for a promotion celebration and he was serving drinks and let her drink for free.

It became her thing. She certainly wasn’t able to buy her own drinks, not regularly, anyway, and she’d forgotten how good of a listener Jasper was. She could complain about her problems and drink them away, and she had a good listener available who wasn’t going to take advantage of her if she got too drunk. After a while, it started being hanging out socially, then talking on the phone, texting, social media and finally, she began spending nights.

They didn’t put any label on things. Labels made Charlotte nervous and Jasper was simply in a headspace where he just wanted to try to enjoy life, with or without someone in it, but it was wonderful to have somebody in it that he had known for so long. It was also good to know her in this new way.

By the time that she was moving in and looking for another job, they had been seeing each other for five months. That was also around the time that Henry called about his opportunity to be on a reality tv show. He called Jasper, not Charlotte, but upon learning that they were together, invited her along, as well. The last thing that she wanted to do was see Henry, but she also didn’t trust him around her Jasper, so she went along just to feel him out.

Whenever they got to the place, Junk N Stuff was gone, as were several of the neighbors to it and now there was this brownstone and Charlotte was confused, but Jasper went right inside, like he’d been here before. There was a doorman there that looked familiar to Charlotte, but she didn’t know why. “Hey, Gooch. What’s up?”

“Gooch?” She repeated and took a look at the guy. He did look like the Gooch she remembered, but he was much younger. “Wait, did Schwoz find some kind of way to reverse aging or something?”

Jasper laughed and said, “It’s Gooba’s son. Finding out about him was one of the reasons he left. Anyway, we can talk about that later.” Gooch’s son was staring at Charlotte. He looked a little bit younger than them, but not so much that he wouldn’t have been a full kid whenever they initially worked with Gooch. Anyway, she smiled politely and kept following Jasper.

“How long has this been here?” She wondered.

“Couple years.”

“It’s conspicuous. What does Henry even do that people would reasonably believe that he could have this built and live here?” She wondered.

“You… really have chosen to fully avoid him, huh?” Jasper asked.

“He’s the worst. I don’t need that kind of energy. Mine already sucks.” Whenever they entered the place that she guessed was Henry’s she quickly had that confirmed by the huge, wall sized painting of himself, nude, but covered gingerly with flowers, in a flower crown with flowers what, falling from the sky? She sighed at the painting, rolled her eyes and they followed his voice.

“Well, I don’t have the time for that type of contract, Levi! I’m about to be in talks for my new show…” He noticed them and smiled, waving them inside, “And I have guests arriving now. No, not clients. I told you, I don’t have appointments today. Look, just fix it. I’ll talk to you later.” He hung up and turned around, “Char!” He said, excitedly and rushed to hug her and pick her up from the ground. “You look gorgeous. I see your teeth are still perfect and you’ve let your hair and skin join the perfection club, as well.”

“They always were, but thanks for noticing.” She blushed and looked at the ground as Henry went to hug Jasper, too.

“And you! Buddy… You gonna cut the beers, or nah?”

“Char’s fine with the beer belly.”

“It’s not a beer belly,” she cut in. “He’s always been a little bit gooey.”

“He wasn’t with me,” Henry said and gave Jasper a smile that said that he was thinking of those days, or nights, or… whatever.

Charlotte stepped in between them and reminded him, “Well, he isn’t with you.”

“Right! The two of you, now. So… That’s interesting. Unless both of you have changed drastically, I never would have pegged you two to be sexually compatible.”

“What, are you a professional sexual compatibility… person?” Charlotte asked.

Henry smiled and corrected her, “Liscensed sex therapist, with special focus on sex positive therapy.” She sighed. Of COURSE, he’d get a degree on sex. “Don’t look like that. My work is very important! I help save marriages. I help people not hate themselves for being normal. What kind of fancy schmancy science is keeping Charlotte Page’s attention these days.”

“The kind where I bring drinks to tables until I get back into another lab.”

“Her bad attitude gets her fired a lot,” Jasper said.

“Not my bad attitude. Corporations’ insistence on overworking people who know better than to allow themselves to be used,” she corrected.

“Having a money issue?” Henry wondered.

“I haven’t found the right lab yet, that is it,” she insisted.

“Okay. Well, if, while you’re looking, you don’t mind having a camera or two pointed in your face, I want to invite you two to be a part of the cast for my new reality show adventure.”

“How the heck are you gonna have a reality show whenever half of your life is a secret?” Charlotte wondered. “Wait… Are you no longer Swellview’s hero? Because, I will definitely work in the Man Cave if you’re not gonna be there.”

“I am the new hero man of Swellview. Captain Man is still working, because he is indestructible and not super old yet. But, yes, we are partners.”

“Are you Man Danger?” Charlotte asked.

“He’s Dr. FeelGood,” Jasper said.

“MISTER FeelGood. Dr. Feel Good is copywritten.”

“Both are corny,” Charlotte said.

“You’re a waitress who has like seven degrees,” Henry said.

“Ouch,” she replied.

“To answer the question you asked before the cascade of shade that you threw me, I’m gonna do the show with production that knows that I’m Mister FeelGood, so they will never record or release anything that has me working in that way, because they work for me.” Charlotte raised her hand. “Yes?”

“So… Was Man Danger unavailable in the superhero names database, Danger just too vague? Captain Danger too much like Captain Man? Like… what possessed you to go to Mister FeelGood?”

Henry smiled and rolled his eyes then pointed to Jasper, “You in?”

“In? Like… What is the show even about? Just following you around and recording all of your life when you aren’t fighting crime?”

“It… Is about me coming out of the shadow of all of my Swellview celebrity friends and trying to become a Swellview celebrity, in my own rite.”

“Swellview has celebrities?” Charlotte wondered.

“Whenever I go places, people still say things to me like, “Hey - you used to be friends with that science girl, Charlotte. Whatever happened to her? Or, hey - do you ever still talk to Jasper Dunlop? It was so cool that he was a real hero, much like Kid Danger. I thought WAS Kid Danger, at some point! Or, what’s happened to the guy who used to own that junk shop? He doesn’t get voted for as the most handsome man in Swellview anymore. Did he die?” Charlotte and Jasper were both laughing and leaning on each other. Henry said, “I have my own private practice. I help people in my daily life and I’m a superhero. I would like to be seen as something other than the guy who’s dated TWO girls from Kids in the Woods.”

“OH MY GOD!” Charlotte said and cackled.

“I totally forgot about that! And I just had spa day with them last month!” Jasper said.

“With Bianca and Chloe?” Henry wondered.

“Yep. They started taking me with them after you and I broke up. There’s a Henry Hartbreak Plan, so you’re definitely not riding on just our forgotten celebrity alone.”

“A Henry Hartbreak Plan?” Charlotte repeated.

“It’s a boost of vitamins and painkillers, a punching bag workout set to music, a shower. massage, detox, and a long snuggly nap. The spa owner has some history with Hen, too.”

Henry sighed and pointed at finger at Jasper, “That was mostly in her head!”

“That spa day sounds valuable. You didn’t tell me about all that. You just said Girls Day with the Hartbroken Club.”

“Come next time,” Jasper said.

Henry watched the two of them talking. They were both still extremely attractive and each had that lovers’ glow with each other. It made him miss them, both. He missed their friendships and he missed being with them. Of course, those were two separate relationships, but he missed those relationships. He had never had anyone like either of them before. He thought that he would never get over Jasper and still wasn’t, but the surprise of seeing Char again, and her being even more perfect than he’d remembered… He was unsure of how he had ever gotten over her. Looking at them both right now, he realized that he hadn’t. He just thought that he had. “It’s only a thousand dollars per episode for this first season, if it even goes beyond that, but…”

“I’m in,” Charlotte said.

“I could use an extra couple of thousand, as well,” Jasper said.

“Cool… Why don’t you let Bianca and Chloe know. Of course, everyone will have to speak with my production team on camera to see what they think, but… I believe that they’d like to have all of the components of my celebrity associations for this thing.”

“So, does that mean that Piper is involved?” Charlotte wondered.

“We can’t really pay Piper to be involved, but she did tell me that if the show makes waves, then we’ll talk…” He was barely done with his comment and Charlotte was laughing at him. “She told me that you two still talk, though. She didn’t give me your number.”

“I girl coded her not to years ago, when I changed it,” Charlotte said.

“My assistant Levi will need it, to let you know about appointments and stuff.”

“It’s cut off. Just call Jasper. We live together,” she said with a shrug.

“You live together? It’s… that serious?” he wondered, a little bit heartbroken, though he wasn’t sure from which one, but leaning towards both.

“I mean… It’s going great,” Jasper said and wrapped an arm around Charlotte.

Henry nodded, and blinked away the sadness that he felt might show in his eyes. “Well, congrats on that. You two deserve to be happy, more than anybody else that I know.” He reached forward to pull both of them into a hug. Jasper returned it, but Charlotte froze up, and he noticed that she’d done so earlier too. He pulled back and looked at the two of them. They clung to each other as they both fought to tear their eyes away from Henry’s face, so neither of them had seen their reactions to him, but he had seen both. “Later,” they said. Henry smiled and saw them out. So, they were in for the show at least. He hoped that the cameras wouldn’t catch too much of all of that emotion that was floating through the room.

#Poly Wanna #Nesha HD Fics #henry danger #henry hart #charlotte page #jasper dunlop #hd ot3

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katandabbieslife · 5 years ago

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Wednesday, December 12th, Kat Buys a Farm.

As some of you know, we like to post our stories in a chronological order. Spring semester got busy for us and unfortunately, a story was delayed in being posted. Now that school is back in and school isn’t too crazy at the moment, I am trying to post stuff I’ve had written for a while, but wasn’t posted for sake of keeping things in order. The previous story was Kat’s story about my all girls birthday/slumber party. This story takes place a week and a half later just as our finals week was wrapping up. She or I might have mentioned in one of the stories from our Thanksgiving break about being out on the horses and running into their neighbors that own the farm on their northern property line.

For those interested, this update is about the Wednesday, December 12th and I’m writing while we were on Winter break, visiting Kat’s parents. Many stories, I write down lots of details while they are fresh in my mind and go back to flesh out the story when I have time. This is just in case you wonder why I talk in past tense some times during stories.

For those who don’t know, Kat’s parents own a huge horse farm. Kat and Rick are also listed as part owners and employees of the family company. During our Thanksgiving break, we were on the farm. One day we went out for a ride on a couple of the horses. We were riding along a trail to the northern edge of the property and we saw a couple on ATV’s near the fence line and we rode up to check things out. It was the couple who owns the farm to the north of the property and they were only out inspecting the property line because they were getting ready to sell. They hadn’t lived on the property for the last 2 years, opting for something closer to civilization. As I’ve said before. The Closest neighbor is 8 miles away, and the house is up a 2 miles long private drive. Their house is only about 3 or 4 miles north, but since the house was vacant, there were no neighbors within 8 miles. We talked to them for a few minutes and Kat was asking questions about their farm and their kids, she went to school with them and remembered them on the bus and how they used to come across the fence and swim in one of the lakes. She asked about the Stream/Creek on their property and they said it was still flowing nicely after all these years. She asked about the house, the house is in great shape for being vacant for a few years. Then Kat gave them her number and said she’d talk to her parents. They said great since they hadn’t officially put it on the market yet and would prefer a private sale to avoid a real estate agents fee which can get pretty high when dealing with farms. Kat asked permission to check it out the next day when we had more time and daylight. They said “Sure and that they wouldn’t be there but it would be fine. Then they passed Kat a spare key to the house. On the way back to the house, Kat talked about how beautiful their place was and how she used to go over to play with their little girl when she was younger. She told me it would be awesome to add that to the farm. Around this time last year, her parents bought the slightly larger farm on their western property line and now, there was a farm slightly smaller than their original farm on the northern property line, and Kat wanted to tell her parents about it, she wanted them to put in an offer to buy it. We got back to the farm that evening and Kat mentioned it to her father who told her that he knew the place, but wasn’t sure about buying it. He wanted her to give him good, solid reasons why they should buy it. Since Kat is taking some Business administration classes, she decided she’d come up with a quick “proposal” for the purchase. She went through all the costs and fees, yearly taxes, advantages to having the extra land. She even listed reason against, just to be fair and show her father that she was seriously thinking through on all the angles. Tuesday before Thanksgiving, she actually made an appointment with him to meet in his office, a quarter of a mile from the house, in the stable barn. She gave her little proposal, they talked it over and he said ok, but she found the place, she had to do it. This was her project and as part owner and employee, she had to do the work. He told her if she didn’t want to do it, it was ok, but that he would not take over and make the deal on his own, he explained he had many other things coming, one of which was an auction for several of the Dutch Warmblood show horses. (I think they have around 80-90 horses on the farm.) She was in a bit of a panic, this was a lot of money she’d be dealing with and could hurt the company a little if things went wrong. She asked if he would help her at all and he said he’d be there for her in an advisory capacity alone, nothing more. She told him she’d think about it and give him her answer the next day, he agreed and she came home to tell me about it. She decided she would talk to the owners to get an initial sale price and decided she would tell her Dad she’d do it. I explained set your limit, negotiate and if they will not settle, she doesn’t have to buy it and the farm will not lose any money. After Thanksgiving, She was on the phone and in Skype with them several times. She asked her parents on the “wiggle room” on the price and they gave her an absolute upper limit based on what they thought would be the absolute highest price they’d pay for it. After several phone calls and actually very little negotiation since they said Kats initial offer was reasonable, only about $15,000 lower than what they finally settled on. The night before, she was in a panic mode, telling me “Omg baby, what if I fuck this up?” I kept telling her she was doing great. She talked about how the most expensive things she has ever dealt with was her car. She bought a BMW X3, for school, with her parent’s money of course, but she bought it, She haggled, she made the deal, she did everything. This girl even negotiates prices at the flea markets and rummage sales we go to. She was in hyper mode all day the next day, then we got home at night from classes and she rushed around because we’re an hour behind in our time zone. She stripped off the clothes she wore to school, got dressed in kind of a business casual look sat down and opened her laptop and stared at the screen for a good 5 minutes before placing the call. I laid on the couch a few feet away behind the laptop, played around on Twitter, and half listened in and I was so proud of her. I heard them laughing at her jokes. I heard them tell her they were impressed with her offer and how she took the lead on this from her father. They talked about how they remember her, just 10 years ago, coming over to go play with their daughter, braided pigtails and all. Now here she was, buying their farm for her parents. I may have teared up a little hearing them talk about her. I was so proud of my little one. Just proud to be the one this amazing person wants to be with.

They went over a few more details and the she told them she’d get the contracts revised with the new prices and fee’s and a couple requirements dealing with structures on the property. Keep in mind, she did all this during review and finals week and still made the Dean’s list, and managed to ace her exams. I heard her say good bye, I heard the lap top close and I heard nothing else. I looked over the back of the couch and she was staring blankly at the wall and I could see tears in her eyes. I decided to give her a minute to calm down and she came bouncing over the couch on top of me, wiping her eyes and exclaiming “OMG baby! I just bought the farm! I’m 20 years old and I bought a fucking farm!” Her smile said it all and I started crying myself. I grabbed her and wrapped my arms around her neck and held her so close. My girlfriend just bought a farm and I was so proud of her and didn’t want to let her go right then, but it was already 10pm back home and she still had to call her parents and email the revisions to their attorney. I let her go so she could do her work and I got back to studying for I think my last final. I finished studying and while she was on the phone with Mom (hers), I played around on my phone.

When everything was done, we jumped in the shower where I began kissing every inch of her gorgeous body. I let my hands slide down her sides, caressing her butt and squeezing her cheeks, spreading them slightly, as I kissed my way down her chest, over her belly. I twirled my tongue around her belly button a few times as I renewed my grasp on her butt and spread her cheeks further, letting my middle fingers on each hand tease her perfect little butthole, I felt her force outward to open slightly as I let one slip in for a light finger fuck. I began kissing her mound, letting my tongue slip down to the top of her slit and teasing her hood as I swirled around, almost digging under to tease her clit. I finally settled on my knees and grabbed her ankle to raise her leg and let her rest it on my shoulder. She leaned against the back of the shower wall and I was able to slide my tongue back to her asshole. Teasing and tonguing it a bit before running my tongue up through her slit, tasting her juices and sucking on her clit. I let go of her leg and slid my hand down to my own wet little pussy and buried two fingers deep inside as I licked out my beautiful girlfriend. She grabbed the back of my head and began to grind up and down on my mouth, letting me know I was doing well. After another 30 seconds, I felt her legs begin to shake before her back slid down the shower wall, and she was sitting in front of me, shaking, and staring me in the eye as I continued fucking myself. She grabbed my hand and replaced it with her own as she got to her knees in front of me and began kissing my neck, my forehead, and then my lips as she continued fucking my wet little slit with her fingers. I rocked my hips back and forth on her hand. As she forced more in me, I tried hard to force myself further on her hand as I rocked back and forth. I leaned in, toward her, and gently bit her neck while I slowly bounced on her fingers.

She was doing everything perfect and I did not want things to ends for the night, but we had finals in the morning and needed sleep. We made out for another minute or so, got out and dried each other off, and jumped in bed. I rolled over, back into my big spoon and told her how very proud I am of her, not just for the purchase of the farm for her families company, but for doing it all, during end of semester review and during finals week. She shocked her dad by moving forward so fast. He even told her she had time to get finals, and even the holidays out of the way first, but as I well know, Kat goes after what she wants. She does not give someone else the chance to jump in and make the first move, or make a better offer. She sees something she wants and she takes steps to make it hers and I love her for it, more and more each day.

#katandabbiestories

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mike-faist-is-the-best · 7 years ago

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The Perfect Family (Connor)

Summary: You’ve always admired the Murphy’s

Warnings: EXTREME ABUSE, mention of wanting suicide, angst I think

A/N: PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE.

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The Murphy’s. They seemed like a perfect family. Son, daughter, mother, father. A mother who stayed at home waiting for her husband and kids. A father who had a very well paying job, and was the man of the house, providing for his family. A daughter who was smart, and could play any instrument she picked up. A son, who was nothing like that at all. A son who didn’t live up to his family’s expectations. A son who didn’t belong.

Every time you saw the Murphy’s, you were filled with this desire to be part of that family. You loved your family of course, but you often felt like you didn’t belong. You went to a private school, but were not at all proper, or fancy. Your father convinced you it was because you weren’t applying yourself enough. Your mother sat in the background while your father yelled at you. But, the Murphy’s were different. When you saw Cynthia, she always gave you the biggest hugs and once gave you a sip of her wine when your parents weren’t looking. And Larry, he would call you ‘sport’ or ‘champ’ and give you a side hug. He’d often talk to you about sports, which you didn’t exactly understand, but hey, it was nice to be talked to. Zoe would take you up to her room and play the most beautiful songs on her guitar and the two of you would spend hours singing songs to go along with the melodies. But, Connor, the final Murphy, you hadn’t spoken to since you were six. He’d often take one look at you and leave to his room, or as far away as possible from everybody. At that point, Larry would tell you Connor’s just looking for attention.

“Y/N, come on!” Your mother called from the living room. “The Murphy’s expect us in ten minutes!”

“Coming!” You called, grabbing your sweater that you received as a birthday present from Zoe two years ago. You doubt she remembered it, but you did. You remember the box it came in, and the way it was a little too big on you but you’ve grown into it since then.

“Y/N, you have thirty seconds-”

“I said I was coming!” You yelled and realized the tone of voice you were talking in, and how your father would yell at you for it.

“What did you say?” Your father asked sternly, putting a hand on your back. Most people would see that as a reassuring, family thing to do. But in this case, you were terrified.

“I’m sorry sir, won’t happen again.” You said quietly. Your father took his hand off of your back, and you sighed quietly in relief. Your mother ushered you out of the door and into her car. It reeked of cigarettes, which your mother smoked quite often. She claimed she quit a few years ago, but you knew the truth.

“Y/N, how’s your math grade?” Your father asked, and your heart dropped.

“Um, it’s still a C, sir.” You said, looking down at the floor of the car. You could practically feel your father’s stare through the mirror.

“You’re grounded, and also-”

“William, punish them later. They might start crying and we can’t have that at the Murphy’s.” Your mother cut in before your father could do anything too serious.

“We will talk about this later.” He said and you nodded. As you saw the Murphy’s house come into sight, you smiled slightly. Nothing bad ever happened at the Murphy’s.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you again!” Cynthia said, and pulled you into a bone crushing hug. But you didn’t mind, it was nice. “And Kate and William!”

“Y/N?” You heard Zoe from across the room. It had been about six months since you and Zoe had seen each other.

“Zoe! Hi!” You said, and she slightly hugged you. That was how the night started, with greetings all around. Then, Cynthia announced dinner was ready and everyone took a seat at the dining table. The dining table you remember because when you all were younger, you, Zoe, Connor would chase each other around and hide under the table together. You smiled at the memory, before composing yourself and taking a seat next to your mother. The dinner consisted of various types of vegetables and meats. You had ended up only eating about a handful of vegetables and talking with the Murphy’s. Connor was there too, but he kept to himself and didn’t eat anything. If you were being honest, the dinner was horrendous. The brussel sprouts had almost no flavor, and the broccoli was so overcooked it was practically mush. But you’d never say that out loud.

By the end of dinner, two bottles of wine were empty and the parents were very tipsy. You had gone into the living room with Zoe, and were catching up on missed time.

“How is private school?” She asked.

“It’s nice. There’s this beautiful music program, and every time I walk by the building, I would always imagine how great you would be- Sorry, I get carried away.” You said, feeling embarrassed for letting yourself get carried away.

“No! I mean, I’d love to hear about this music program!” Zoe said, and your eyes lit up. Nobody was ever interested in what you had to say.

“Oh, well, the music program. One of the teachers was in an orchestra and is super strict, but is such an amazing teacher. Band kids have their own uniform, and they carry their instruments everywhere.” You explained.

“I wish band kids were respected at my school as much as they are at your school.” Zoe said. “Most people laugh at band in my school.”

“I’m sorry. But private school can suck sometimes too.” You said and your parents called your name.

“Time to go home.” Your father said simply and you nodded.

“Goodbye Zoe. It was lovely to see you again.” You said and she hugged you.

“I’ll miss you.” She said and you nodded again before following your parents out to the car. As you were walking out, you turned around to see the Murphy’s smiling as you left. You smiled back and waved slightly.

“Do you have any idea what this means?” Your father exclaimed, throwing down the paper on the table. You shut your eyes, hoping that none of this was real. Report cards had recently gone out and one of your grades was below an A, which made your father incredibly angry.

“Yes sir. It means I didn’t do well on my test.” You said, looking down.

“Look at me when we’re having a conversation.” He said.

“I’m sorry, sir.” You said.

“You know what this means, Y/N.” Your father said before standing up to take his belt off. You shut your eyes again, not wanting to focus on the next events, but, your mother suddenly cut in.

“William, please, they’ve learned.” Your mother said, and you wiped the tears that had started to form in your eyes. This time your father wouldn’t hit you, but what’s gonna stop him the next time, or when your mother isn’t there to save you?

“Your room. I expect you to be silent while your mother and I talk.” He said and your eyes widened slightly. When your father wanted to ‘talk’ with your mom, it was never just talking. Your mother was getting the punishment she saved you from.

“No, dad, please-”

“Your room. Now.” He said, and your mom looked over to you.

“Just go, Y/N, it’s okay.” She said, trying not to show weakness. You quickly ran up to your room and shut the door as quietly as possible. You started sobbing as you heard your mother’s yelps and the whip of your father’s belt.

“Y/N, glad you could make it again!” Cynthia said a few days later, as the Murphy’s invited your family over again. You smiled and leaned into her hug slightly. Larry came over and took the bottle of red wine from your mother’s hands.

“Y/N, you’re here again.” Zoe said as she came downstairs. Zoe looked beautiful as always. She had on a purple dress and a jean jacket on. You wished you could dress like that, but you had a very strict dress code to follow.

“Yes.” You said. Zoe lead you up to her room and you took a seat on one of her chairs.

“How are you?” She asked.

“How is Connor?” You asked at the same time as her. “Oh, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s fine, you don’t have to apologize.” She said. “Connor, well, he’s still Connor. He avoids everyone at all costs.”

You wished you could avoid everyone, but your father would never let that happen.

“Oh my god! What happened to your arm?” She asked, and you were shook out of your thoughts. You looked down quickly to see a bruise forming. It was after your father came into your room and grabbed your arm too hard. You pulled down the sleeve to your shirt.

“Oh no, it’s just one day during physical education, one of my other teammates got a little angry that I couldn’t serve the volleyball right, so they grabbed my arm to show me how, but they grabbed it a little too hard.” You easily lied, it was something you’d been doing your whole life.

“I was worried you got hurt. Not that it didn’t hurt, but I thought it was something someone did on purpose.” She said and you smiled softly.

“Thank you for worrying about me.” You said.

“Dinner!” Cynthia called and you and Zoe started to leave the room.

“Oh, I think I left my jacket in your room.” You said, going back into her room. You found the jacket and put it on before exiting the room again. But, you ran into somebody.

“I’m so sorry!” You said, backing away from the person. You quickly saw it was Connor. “Connor! Hi.”

“Y/N.” He said quietly. “Uh, sorry for running into you.”

“Oh, it’s totally my fault! I didn’t watch where I was going and so I’m to blame.” You said and Connor just stood there, listening to you ramble about how it was your fault.

“It’s okay.” He said. Connor would never admit it, but he missed you, a lot. He missed the way you didn’t judge him for anything, and how the two of you would laugh about everything. But now, you were different. You didn’t smile as much, you looked almost dead. And you had noticed Connor, how he didn’t speak, or eat much.

At dinner that night, something extremely similar was served, with different vegetables and meat. It tasted the same too, lacking flavor. But nonetheless, you took the food and ate it without complaining.

“Y/N, I hear you’re interested going into psychology.” Cynthia said.

“Oh no, Y/N’s going to be a lawyer.” You father said, putting a hand on your back.

“Yes. I’m studying to become a lawyer.” You said. That wasn’t true at all. You didn’t care about law, and you did want to become a psychologist. Connor looked at you briefly. Connor envied you. He thought you had the most perfect life. You went to a private school, and were going to become a lawyer. His parents loved you, and probably wished that you were their child.

“Zoe, didn’t you say something about going into the law firm?” Larry asked and she looked up from her plate.

“Um, I did mention at one point, but that was years ago.” She said. The rest of the dinner was quiet, only filled with small talk.

The moment you had to leave was dreadful. Your father had way too much wine and luckily your mother had chosen not to drink, incase she slipped up and said something she wasn’t supposed to.

“Y/N,” Connor started as he saw you in the kitchen, hiding from everyone. You wanted to be away, even from Zoe.

“Sorry, I know I shouldn’t be in here.” You said, getting ready to leave.

“No, it’s okay,” He said and looked down briefly, seeing your arm. He had noticed you the last time you were here. How you had no emotion, and all of your smiles looked fake. He knew, because he’d worn a fake smile his whole life. He noticed the way your eyes changed tonight once your father put a hand on your back. He could see the fear in your eyes.

“Oh, my arm, it was at-at volleyball.” You said.

“Right, volleyball.” He said, and you shut your eyes in shame. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” You asked, he had done nothing wrong.

“It’s not my job to say, but I saw you at dinner and the time before-”

“Y/N, time to leave.” Your mother said and you looked at Connor.

“I’m sorry, I have to go.” You said and he nodded.

“Of course. Just, be safe.” He said and you looked at him one last time before following your mother out to your car.

“Where were you?” Your father demanded, as you walked through the door after school.

“I was getting home from school.” You said, confused as to why he was asking you that question.

“You were supposed to be home five minutes ago.” He said, motioning for you to take a seat on the chair opposed to his desk chair.

“I’m sorry. The bus was a little late and there was traffic.” You said, explaining the mishap, hoping that he would understand. But your father was not an understanding man.

“Were you with a boy?” He asked and you immediately shook your head. “With words.”

“No sir, I was not with a boy.” You said.

“You know what happens when you lie?” He asked.

“I’m not ly-”

“Don’t talk back. Now shut the door.” he said and you stood up, one tear falling from your eye as you turned away from him.

That night, you were sitting on your bed, tending to your wounds on your arms and legs. You were supposed to be asleep, but you were in so much pain that you couldn’t fall asleep. You couldn’t be in this house anymore. Your father would kill you the next time you messed up. But if you left, your father would find you, and then kill you. Tears started to escape your eyes as you realized your fate. Your window was open, and there was an easy way to leave. But coming back would be a challenge. You’ll take that risk. Grabbing a black hoodie from the back of your closet, you started carefully climbing out of the window. There was only one place you could go.

As you reached the Murphy’s, you noticed one of the lights on. And there was somebody outside of the house. Oh no, was it your father? You stopped walking but noticed something, the person outside was way skinnier than your father, and mash much taller. It was Connor Murphy. You walked slowly over to him, not trying to intrude. He turned his head and saw you which is when you noticed he was crying.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to intrude! I just, I don’t have anywhere else to go.” You said quickly, feeling defenseless at the end.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, more concerned than angry. “What do you mean?”

“I can’t go home.” You said, trying not to let tears fall.

“Y/N, what happened?” He asked, going over to you.

“My father, he, he’s going to kill me.” You said, sobs wracking your body. Connor put a hand on your shoulder, and lightly pulled you into his chest. He smelt of weed and faint traces of cologne.

“Y/N, it’s alright.” He said. “Explain to me what happened. Come here.”

“Today, I, I was late home and, and my father was mad. He pulled me into his office.” You started, having to take multiple breaths to finish. Connor then noticed the bruises along your legs. You were wearing shorts, even though it was cold outside. If those were your legs, what happened to your arms.

“Y/N.” He said, and you looked in his eyes.

“I tried to be safe, but I can’t.” You said.

“It’s okay. You aren’t going back.” He said and you started crying harder. Those words were like heaven to you. Never having to go back to your house where you wanted to die each night going to bed.

“Thank you.” You said.

Seven years later, you were getting married. It had been seven years since you had to fear your life. Seven years since you had been hurt by your father. You don’t know what ever happened to your father after your mother was finally able to leave him. She moved in with one of your aunts and changed her name for safety. You moved as far away as possible as soon as you graduated. And now, you were going to spend the rest of your life with the man who saved you.

“Zoe.” You said, hugging your best friend, who was dressed in a very beautiful dress.

“Y/N.” She said back, wiping away some of your tears. “I’m so proud of you.”

“I’m proud of me too.” You said and smiled, finally being able to say that.

“I’ll see you out there.” She said and you waved at her before leaving you in your dressing room.

“Y/N, you look absolutely stunning.” You heard your soon to be husband say. You turned around to see Connor in a simple black tuxedo. Typical Connor.

“You clean up pretty good.” You said, kissing him, and he put a hand on your face gently. It had taken a while before the two of you started dating, but once you did, everything seemed normal and natural. You no longer had bruises on your skin, and didn’t have to worry about anything like that anymore. Connor was your savior.

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jackbeiste · 5 years ago

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a little less conversation [jackbastian]

characters: jack beiste and sebastian smythe (@sebastiansmythejoie)

date: november 29 (2019)

note: jack sneaks off during thanksgiving celebrations to say hello to sebastian. sort of. this is really late, i’m sorry, but it took forever and then i forgot to post it

warnings: mostly just sex.

JACK

It felt like forever until he finally managed to get away. Sheldon was sleeping in his dorm tonight, which meant that he couldn't just say he was going back to his dorm - and neither could he just wait until his father was asleep and then sneak out. Finally, he managed to choke out that he was going for a run. It was one of the best parts about working out regularly; it was never a suspicious argument. And maybe he wasn't going to run, but he had a feeling he'd get his exercise either way once he got to Sebastian's. Since he was dressed for it, he jogged over to the apartments off campus, pulling his beanie off as he knocked on his boyfriend's door; excited to see him, and a little embarrassed that he'd lied and then tried to avoid Sebastian to make sure the lie was solid.

SEBASTIAN

Sebastian was so exhausted by Friday evening he was almost asleep on the couch. He’d enjoyed his dinner with Kat, just the two of them was their tradition for years now since their French family didn’t celebrate and it was a good chance for him to spend time alone with his sister since their friends would go home. Seb was curled up on the couch only half paying attention to the movie on tv. Seb was also feeling lonely now that Kat had left because he hadn’t heard from Jack the past two days except a quick text to say happy thanksgiving. He was surprised how much he could miss the other man. A knock on the door woke Sebastian and he furrowed his brow wondering who that could be not expecting to see anyone. A smile lit up Sebastian’s face when he saw Jack and pulled the younger man in by the shirt collar and kissed him hard.

JACK

Jack couldn't help but smile too, his body all warm and fuzzy over that bright look on Sebastian's face. He couldn't believe seeing him could make his boyfriend look so happy. "'m sorry," he murmured into the kiss before kissing back just as hard, pushing him inside. He slammed the door shut behind him, leaning back against it as he continued kissing Sebastian; having missed those soft lips with that sweet yet bitter taste. So much.

SEBASTIAN

“Sorry for what?” Seb murmured back hungrily continuing to kiss Jack. He couldn’t believe how much he could miss a person. He’d never been hooked on someone the way he was hooked on Jack. And not just the sex. “Has fun without me?” Seb teased, pulling Jack to sit on the couch with him.

JACK

He cuddled up next to him, chuckling at the other's words. It had just been two days or so, but he couldn't quite let Sebastian be, pressing light kisses to his neck. "Shoulda texted... more."

SEBASTIAN

Sebastian threw an arm around Jacks waist pulling him in closer, laughing lightly. “Yeah I thought you got bored of me,” he teased, running a hand through Jacks ruffled hair.

JACK

Shaking his head, Jack huffed. "No! Just... my dad's here. He...," he sighed, enjoying the feeling of Sebastian's fingers in his hair, especially right now. "He thinks you're with your pah.. parents. So, I'm just... out joggin'," he explained, looking at his boyfriend with an apologetic smile.

SEBASTIAN

Seb laughed. “Oh yeah, he come to see Gabes kid?” He mused, still surprised about Gabe settling down and becoming a farther. “Oh so that’s why you’re all messy then huh?” He laughed tugging at Jacks sweatpants. He kept running his hand through Jacks hair not able to keep his hands to himself and so feeling relaxed having the boy by his side again: forgetting his family worries.

JACK

"And me," He said, pouting playfully. He'd been worried about Thanksgiving; it was his first away from home, but it turned out good. "Yeah, I just... he'd wanna meet you. If he knew you were here," he said, his hand sliding up underneath Sebastian's shirt, stroking his lower back as he sucked down on his neck; hard enough to leave a hickey. He loved doing that way too much. "Can't stay long, but... I wanted to see you."

SEBASTIAN

“Oh yeah I guess you too.” Seb teased in return. Their playfulness was another thing Seb has missed. He faked a shudder. “Gross parents,” he pulled a face. Pretending he has no interest but really he was terrified by the idea of meeting Sheldon. Seb had a reputation and it wasn’t a one parents would appreciate. Not to mention Seb had slept with Gabe back in the day. A groan left sebs lips, feeling jack sucking a hickey into his neck. One of the perks of dating a younger man was definitely his sex drive. “I know I’m just addictive.” He winked, giving jack a passionate kiss

JACK

"He's great! Just... my dad," he sighed. He wanted them to meet, but it scared him; especially this soon. What if it only made Sebastian want to run the other way? If Sheldon asked even a third of the questions he suspected he would when he did meet Sebastian... it was best to procrastinate on that meeting as long as possible. "Mmm. Wanna know what I dreamt last night?" he asked innocently, kissing back deeply.

SEBASTIAN

“Dads-“ Sebastian grumbled. Hating to think about his own but knowing Jay loved his. Seb had never known what it felt like to be loved the way jack loved his father. Still Sebastian was fine putting off meeting Sheldon. To distract himself Seb kissed Jack deeply again losing himself in the younger man. “Mm yeah anything good?”

JACK

They hadn't spoken about it, but it was clear Sebastian's parents were... not great. Considering his other parent, Jack didn't want to push him to talk about it either. He wanted to tell Sebastian about Cooter, but it was... he didn't know how or when to. At least he knew it wasn't now. He didn't want to discuss any parents right now. With a playful smirk, he trailed kisses from the other's mouth to just below his ear; nibbling on the lobe playfully. "Mmm... you were sucking me off... except you wouldn't get to it, you just... were just gonna lick me until I came. I wo-woke up.. rutting against my bed." He was almost impressed with himself for getting all that out, somewhat coherently; his own memory getting him turned out, the bulge obvious in his sweatpants.

SEBASTIAN

Sebastian laughed. It seemed like Jack was trying to distract him from the subject of parents and well if that was his aim it was certainly working. "That sounds like me." Sebastian winked. "Are you trying to tell me you something?" He was easily moved from the topic of parents when listening to Jack talk about getting hard thinking of them being intimate. Seb couldn't have stopped himself getting hard at that idea even if he had wanted to. "That's super hot Killer," There certainly were perks to having a slightly younger boyfriend. A triumphant sort of grin crossed his features as Bas looked down seeing the bulge in Jack's pants, that paired with the feel of Jack kissing down his neck and over his ear lobe had Seb groaning. "Got time for a quicky?" he winked.

JACK

"Ye-yeah...," Jack murmured, glancing up to press a kiss to the other's lips. His hands wandered down to gently palm Sebastian through his pants before fumbling with them, wanting his boyfriend out of his clothes now; at the very least the ones on his lower body. It had been days since last, and fuck, suddenly he wasn't sure how he had survived that long. "Wanna... suck you."

SEBASTIAN

Seb arched into Jacks touch. Even just a couple days without Jack had him strung out so fast. He felt like a teenager again. He moved his hands to help Jack remove his pants pushing them down all at once and flopped back into the cushions. “Missed your mouth,” he groaned, pulling Jack in for another hot kiss.

JACK

"Been thinking about it?" Jack teased, kissing back hotly. His boyfriend's high sex drive was great, because it matched his; sometimes he did suspect they were making each other even worse though.. not that he minded that. He slid down from the couch, getting on his knees in front of Sebastian. His mouth watered at the sight of the other's growing erection and he leaned in to lap at the head, pushing the tip of his tongue against the slit.

SEBASTIAN

“Maybe” Seb winked coyly. He enjoyed letting his tongue explore Jacks mouth, tasting him, he was never letting this man disappear for more than a day or two again. Their two weeks apart before their reunion after Halloween had been so hard end he never wanted to feel that again. Seb groaned watching Jack fall to his knees. He felt himself twitch as the younger man began to lick him. Seb couldn’t think about any thing but Jacks mouth. All other thoughts pushed away. No longer was his mind invaded by his family problems. All he could think was the way Jack made him feel.

JACK

Jack licked him from base to tip a few times, making soft noises as he did. He couldn't get enough of Sebastian, and that included his dick. It was embarrassing how much he liked that particular part of his boyfriend, how it tasted and how it felt inside him. He took the top into his mouth, sucking playfully hard before starting to bob his head, hands on Sebastian's bare thighs.

SEBASTIAN

Sebastian didn't bother trying to hide the sounds of pleasure he made as Jack sucked and teased. Right now he wanted nothing more than to drown in the feel of Jacks' mouth around his dick and he let his head fall back onto the couch cushion behind him. "Feels so good Jack." He moaned, grasping to lace his long fingers through his boyfriends messy hair. Boyfriend. Sebastian was still getting used to that word and damn it was hot attached to Jack.

JACK

Bobbing his head, he was taking half of Sebastian's cock into his mouth, taking in slightly more with each bob. But then he took him all in, fingers digging into his thighs as he deep throated him for as many seconds as he could stand; pulling off his dick with a goofy grin, taking a few quick breaths to recover before just letting his tongue swirl around the tip, glancing up at his boyfriend. He loved making him feel this good.

SEBASTIAN

Sebastian was all but ready to let his eyes fall closed and just feel Jack but the young man on his knees in front of him was a sight he couldn't get enough of so he forced them open, his mouth slack and panting. "You should stop that if you want me to fuck you unless there's not enough time for me to fuck you then keep fucking going because I'm close." He gasped, tightening his hold on Jack's hair having learned recently how much the other man enjoyed that.

JACK

He moaned loudly at the sight of Sebastian enjoying himself, his mouth slightly parted like he couldn't quite keep it closed. The thought of being fucked made him throb, but he knew there was no time for it - and it was fine. He loved doing this. Moaning again, though it was hardly more than a whimper, he stroked the base of Sebastian's cock as he bobbed his head to suck him sloppily, his tongue swirling around the tip each time before taking him in again.

SEBASTIAN

Jack's moans sent shivers down Sebastian's spine and he couldn't keep himself quiet any longer. He let out a gasp of "God Jack, I'm going to-" reaching down to squeeze Jacks shoulder and then he was coming hard and hot, tremors wracking his body and head falling back.

JACK

He let out a shaky gasp as he felt Sebastian starting to cum, pulling back to suck on the tip; eagerly sucking on it as he tried to swallow, not choke. As his boyfriend finished, he let him go with a pop; looking up at him with a pleased smile, lips red and puffy as he reached up to wipe away some leftover cum from his chin.

SEBASTIAN

"Fuck Jack" Sebastian groaned feeling Jack sucking down everything he was given, God that boy was going to be the death of him, taking Seb's cum like it was the greatest thing he had ever tasted. Once he began to come down from the high of his orgasm Jack had pulled up and was looking up at him as if he was so proud of himself and Sebastian growled, pulling Jack up and kissing him fast and dirty.

JACK

Jack whined, the growl going straight to his groin. He kissed back hotly, rough with want, as he crawled into Sebastian's lap. Moaning with a shaky, raspy breath, he rocked his crotch against Sebastian's, his underwear damp with precum. He was so hard it hurt, guiding one of his boyfriend's hands down to touch him. As he placed the other's hand on his clothed boner, he shivered, a desperate whine slipping his lips before he could stop it. He just needed Sebastian's touch so bad.

SEBASTIAN

Sebastian wrestled his hand into Jacks pants, the other cupping his cheek as they continued the kiss. Seb could see his boyfriend was desperate, could feel the precum leaking and so he worked his hand over the younger mans cock. He stroked and squeezed, twisted and teased, faster and slower and loving the way it felt in his hand. If Sebastian has his way his hand would never leave Jacks dick.

JACK

He arched into his touch, his moans almost sobs as he tried to continue kissing Sebastian. But he felt so god damn good, he kept getting off track. He rested his forehead against Sebastian's, unable to stop himself from fucking into his hand. He never wanted this to stop, while wanting nothing more than a sweet release al-fucking-ready. "Bas, Bas, Bas, ple-please," he panted, fingers digging into his shoulder.

SEBASTIAN

Sebastian reached down and began to squeeze and rub Jack's ass while the other hand kept working over his dick, pulling Jack towards his release. The feel of the younger man so desperate in his lap made his own stomach flip, he was usually so concerned about his own release he didn't have the patients to care about another but with Jack he wanted him to feel as good as he had. "Come for me Jack." He growled, kissing and nipping at his boyfriends neck.

JACK

This was all too much, his body hot as he tried to push back against the hand on his ass while also fucking into the one wrapped around his dick. He was so relieved that Sebastian lived alone, because his moans were almost obscene now. Gasping at the familar burn in his stomach just before he came, he let out a strangled cry, emptying himself all over them both.

#inter: para #para: a little less conversation #char: sebastian

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soft-jihoonie · 7 years ago

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I Keep Falling For You - Chapter Seven

Chanyeol doesn’t want to be jealous, it’s his least favourite trait that he has. Trying not to be jealous is extremely difficult, however, because the whole damn campus seems to be crushing on Byun Baekhyun, and Chanyeol’s no different.

Chanyeol x Baekhyun + Chanyeol x Sehun + Kyungsoo + Jongdae - 7.9K Words - Fluff and Angst

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This is also posted on AO3.

Chanyeol’s second month at his internship rolls around quickly, time flying, and Chanyeol thinks he hasn’t been so happy for a while. Things are going great at work, he’s no longer just making coffee’s, and he’s actually getting useful experience out of working there. He’s finally working as the assistant to the producer who had requested him for the placement, and although it can be tiring work and sometimes he gets things wrong, he’s feeling great about it.

After work one Friday, he’s got a free house as his parents are out for the evening, so he, of course, invites Sehun over. Sehun brings a film with him that he’s been insisting Chanyeol watches, and it’s adorable how excited he is about it.

Chanyeol drags Sehun up to his bedroom because film watching usually turns into making out. The last thing he wants is his parents coming home to them making out on the couch, plus his computer works perfectly well for watching films. Sehun gets comfy on the bed as Chanyeol sets up the film, returning to Sehun’s side once he’s pressed play and letting Sehun lean into him. Sehun starts playing with Chanyeol’s hands and Chanyeol ignores the feeling of unwanted familiarity that comes with the action. He shouldn’t think about his past when Sehun’s right here.

Sure enough, when Chanyeol’s fully focused on the film, Sehun starts leaving kisses on his neck. Chanyeol ignores it until Sehun starts sucking a hickey onto his collarbone and then he says, “For a film you were majorly excited about me watching, you’re paying very little attention.”

Sehun scoffs a laugh, breath tickling Chanyeol’s skin as he mumbles, “I've seen it like 10 times, you’re the one who needs to pay attention.” He reaches up to turn Chanyeol’s head so his gaze is back on the screen, before continuing painting Chanyeol’s skin with marks.

Chanyeol sighs but does what he’s told, trying hard to focus on the film instead of Sehun kissing across his jawline. He succeeds at ignoring him for a few minutes more, but then Sehun starts sucking on his earlobe. Chanyeol swallows down a gasp before saying, “Oh Sehun, for someone who wants me to focus, you’re being awfully distracting.”

Sehun smirks at him and whispers, “Maybe I want to see what it takes to distract my hot boyfriend? Apparently, the answer is not much.”

Rolling his eyes, Chanyeol says, “Shut up”, before pulling Sehun into a kiss.

After a few moments of making out, Sehun moves to straddle Chanyeol, the movie fully forgotten about. Chanyeol allows Sehun to take the lead, letting him fiddle with the buttons of Chanyeol’s shirt before finally starting to undo it. Chanyeol leans forward to shake his shirt off his shoulders and then his arms, chasing Sehun’s lips when they momentarily pull apart due to the movement. He tenses slightly when Sehun starts running a hand over his chest, but he relaxes into the touch and focuses on the affection he’s feeling for the younger.

They make out like that for a while, Sehun slowly tracing Chanyeol’s muscles as Chanyeol runs his hands through Sehun’s hair. It’s not enough for Sehun though apparently, his hand edging lower until his fingers brush the waistline of Chanyeol’s trousers. Chanyeol tenses again, and when Sehun slides his hand down to rub against Chanyeol’s crotch, Chanyeol pulls back from the kiss. He grabs Sehun’s hand and yanks it away, startling the younger into almost falling off his lap.

Realising what he’s done, Chanyeol quickly wraps his arms around Sehun’s waist to stop him from falling, mumbling, “I'm sorry”, into his neck.

There’s a moment of silence, and Chanyeol’s worried he’s really fucked up, but then Sehun softly says, “Babe - hey, look at me.” Slowly, Chanyeol raises his head and meets the gaze of Sehun who’s smiling at him softly.

He instantly feels even worse, mumbling out another, “I'm sorry.”

Reaching up to run a hand through Chanyeol’s hair, Sehun softly says, “Don’t be. It’s okay if you don’t want to go that far yet, we haven’t been together that long. I don’t want to force anything on you.”

Chanyeol wills a smile onto his face, allowing Sehun to pull him into a hug. He wants to believe that’s the reason, but he knows that’s not why he pulled away. It just hadn’t felt right, had almost felt as if he was cheating by going further. Which makes no sense because he knows he’s only dating Sehun, Sehun is the only person he wants to be with right now, right? He must just not be ready yet, that has to be the reason. He’s tired and not thinking straight and next time it will be fine. That’s what he wants to believe, and as Sehun mumbles that they should probably finish the film and call it a night, Chanyeol allows his mind to convince itself that next time won’t be the same.

They turn their focus back to the film, Sehun curling back into Chanyeol’s side, and Chanyeol has no idea what’s happening with the plot. He spends the next hour of the film asking Sehun questions and acting cute whenever Sehun starts to get exasperated. He’s still pretty confused by the time the film ends, and he vows to himself that he’ll watch it again another time so he can properly chat about it with Sehun. Sehun stretches as the credits roll, pulling away from Chanyeol’s side to move over to the computer.

As Sehun stops the film and removes the DVD, Chanyeol pulls on a random hoodie to walk Sehun downstairs, not wanting to walk down shirtless if his parents are home. He doesn’t want to leave the night on this awkward note, so before Sehun opens the bedroom door, he spins him around, pressing him against the door. He smiles softly at the confused expression on Sehun’s face, leaning down to capture his lips in a kiss. Sehun is quick to respond, and by the time Chanyeol pulls away to let him move, there’s a soft smile on his lips. He grabs Chanyeol’s hand as he opens the door, leading Chanyeol downstairs with him.

Chanyeol makes note of the sound of the tv, an indication his parents are home, as he lets Sehun lead him over to the door. Sehun turns to him when they stop by the door and Chanyeol pulls him into a hug. He tightens his arms as he quietly says, “I'm sorry for ruining the night, babe.”

Sehun leans into the hug as he says, “You didn’t ruin the night, I had a good time. You’re adorable when you’re confused by the way, it was hilarious watching you try to figure out the plot.”

Chanyeol smiles as he leans back from the hug, affection swelling in his chest. He reaches a hand up to stroke Sehun’s cheek before kissing him goodbye softly.

Sehun playfully bites his lip before pulling away and saying, “I'll text you, I’m working tomorrow so I won’t be able to hang out.”

Chanyeol just nods in response, squeezing Sehun’s hand briefly before allowing him to open the door and leave the house. Once the door’s shut, he makes his way towards the living room, finding his mum and dad watching tv.

His mum smiles at him and says, “Was that Sehun? Are things going well with you and your boyfriend?”

Chanyeol’s not sure what possesses him but he tenses and says, “Oh uhm, we’re just dating right now mum.”

This catches his dad’s attention and he turns to his son as he says, “I thought you were in a relationship?"

Chanyeol stumbles over his words as he responds, “Oh well - I just - y’know it’s early stages, we’ve not been dating long - anyway I'm tired so I'm going to head to bed, night.” He rushes out of the room before his parents can respond, confused with his own actions.

Once he’s in bed, he forces himself not to think about his behaviour this evening, instead focusing his thoughts on his current project at work. It takes longer than usual but he eventually manages to fall asleep, the thoughts he’s avoiding trying to push themselves to the front of his mind.

He’d hoped to have forgotten the previous evening by the morning but when he’s eating breakfast, the memories come rushing back to the forefront of his mind. He attempts to keep himself occupied during the morning to ignore his thoughts but by the time it’s 1 pm, he decides he can’t ignore them any longer.

After about 30 minutes of getting irritated with his own thoughts on his actions, he stops pacing his room and makes a decision. What he needs is a second opinion on his actions, one that he can’t get through a phone call.

He starts packing a backpack in case it ends up being an overnight ordeal and heads downstairs to find his mum.

One mention of Kyungsoo is enough for his mum to pass him the car keys and say, “Tell him I said hi! Take as long as you need dear.” He remembers to give her a kiss on the cheek as a goodbye before finding his shoes to shove them on, exiting the house quickly after.

On the drive over, he blasts music through the car speakers in an attempt to drown out the persistent what if’s coming to mind. The 30-minute drive to his house he shares with Kyungsoo feels like an hour’s drive and he has to stop himself from going over the speed limit multiple times.

By the time he parks outside the house, he’s extremely agitated, needing to pour his thoughts out to someone. His hands shake as he attempts to unlock the front door, something that always happens when his emotions start to get the better of him.

Finally unlocking the door, he hears the sound of the tv and figures Kyungsoo must be having a lazy Saturday for once. The thought of his hard-working best friend taking the time to relax makes him smile as he shuts the front door, closing it quietly in an attempt to not break the peaceful atmosphere in the house.

Being back in his home away from home has him relaxing and he’s less agitated as he makes his way down the hallway. He’s about to call out his greetings as he steps into the living room but the words die in his throat when his eyes land on Kyungsoo kissing a man, straddling his lap. Chanyeol can’t see the man’s face but after a double-take, he recognizes him as Jongdae.

Neither man seems to have heard him come in and Chanyeol stands there stunned for a good few minutes, all thoughts about why he came disappearing from his mind.

Eventually, Kyungsoo pulls away from Jongdae and he startles when he notices Chanyeol. The two of them stare at each other for a moment before Chanyeol blurts out, “What the fuck?”

Jongdae jumps at this, turning to look at Chanyeol. His gaze trails from Chanyeol to Kyungsoo before he jokingly says, “Well that sorts out your problem, Soo.”

Kyungsoo finally moves his stare from Chanyeol, lightly smacking Jongdae’s shoulder as he hisses, “Please shut up.”

Chanyeol watches the two interact before he clears his throat and says, “Is someone going to explain this to me? Or should I just go back home and pretend I saw nothing?”

Jongdae begins to say, “Go back home”, but Kyungsoo covers his mouth with his hand and says, “I'll explain I promise, just let me walk Jongdae out first.” He climbs off Jongdae’s lap but keeps his hand covering Jongdae’s mouth, yet Jongdae reaches up to pull the hand away.

Jongdae tenses up as he says, “You’re making me leave?”

He pulls away as Kyungsoo attempts to reach for him, standing quickly as he says, “Fine, I'll go, I guess you don’t want me around.”

He heads into the hallway to put on his shoes, pushing past Chanyeol who’s still frozen in the doorway. Chanyeol watches as Kyungsoo trails after Jongdae, trying to get him to stop for a moment.

It’s only when Jongdae reaches the front door that he lets Kyungsoo stop him, his face a mix of anger and hurt.

Kyungsoo reaches a hand up to Jongdae’s cheek as he softly says, “I'm sorry. Of course, I want you around, but it’ll be easier to explain to Chanyeol if it’s just me and him. I promise I'll call you later.”

The guilty look on Kyungsoo’s face seems to soften Jongdae and he leans into his touch as he says, “I know, I understand, I overreacted.”

Kyungsoo smiles softly at him and Chanyeol feels like he’s intruding, watching as Kyungsoo says, “Yeah, but I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

He leans up to kiss Jongdae goodbye and it feels like such a private moment that Chanyeol has to turn and look away, not sure what he’s meant to feel.

When he hears the front door open, he decides to head into the living room, taking a seat on the couch as he waits for Kyungsoo.

When Kyungsoo does return, Chanyeol doesn’t say anything, waiting for Kyungsoo to sit down beside him before repeating, “What the fuck?”

Kyungsoo sighs, meeting Chanyeol’s stare as he says, “Before I say anything, I need you to promise me that you won’t say anything until I've finished explaining.” Chanyeol frowns at the request but nods his head anyway, gesturing with his hand for Kyungsoo to go on.

Kyungsoo stares down at his hands as he starts explaining, “It’s complicated, okay? We sorta have a relationship like we’re dating, but we’re not. I guess we’re kind of like friends with benefits but with feelings attached.”

Chanyeol opens his mouth to say something but Kyungsoo lifts up his finger to stop him, continuing with, “We just don’t have a label attached, that’s what works best for us at the moment, it’s a mutual decision.”

They fall into silence until Kyungsoo says, “You can talk.”

Chanyeol’s voice comes out louder than he means it to as he blurts out, “How the fuck did this happen?”

“It just sort of did. Jongdae’s been going through a hard time, and I guess I've been a little lonely with out you, so we started hanging out. It was just hanging out at first but it started to develop and now we’re here.”

“You and Jongdae?”

Chanyeol watches a soft smile appear on Kyungsoo’s face as Kyungsoo responds, “Me and Jongdae, yeah.”

Shaking his head as if that will help his confusion, Chanyeol says, “But you guys weren’t close when I left.”

“Friendships can develop, Chanyeol.”

“So, you replaced me?”

Kyungsoo lets out a loud laugh, pushing at Chanyeol’s arm as he says, “I didn’t replace you, I just broadened my friendship group.”

“Well, if that’s what you want to call it then sure.”

Kyungsoo shoots him a glare but he’s still smiling, poking his best friend's leg as he responds, “so Chanyeol, don’t think you’re unwanted because of course I'm happy to see you, but why exactly are you here?”

A puzzled look forms on Chanyeol’s face as he tries to remember the reason behind coming, but after 30 seconds he says, “I literally have no idea, I can’t remember.”

“Must not have been important then.”

Frowning a little, Chanyeol responds, “Yeah, I guess so.”

He’s got the feeling that he’s forgotten something big but nothing’s coming to mind other than more questions about Kyungsoo’s new relationship. Instead of trying to remember, he opts for teasing Kyungsoo and attempting to get more gossip about him and Jongdae out of Kyungsoo.

Kyungsoo asks him to stay for the rest of the day and when Chanyeol offers to stay the night, Kyungsoo’s face lights up. Chanyeol teases his best friend for missing him but he can’t help but feel a little emotional over how much he’s missed Kyungsoo himself.

When Chanyeol’s eating the dinner Kyungsoo’s cooked later in the evening, he can’t help but think that although he loves his life away from uni right now, he needed this trip back to Kyungsoo, needed the familiarity.

As they’re cleaning up after dinner, Chanyeol asks, “So who have you been making test your experimental dishes since I've been away?”

Chanyeol doesn’t miss the light blush on Kyungsoo’s cheeks as he says, “Jongdae.”

“So you did replace me, I knew it!”

Kyungsoo aims a kick in Chanyeol’s direction as he says, “Shut up, if I was replacing you then I wouldn’t be getting with Jongdae, would I?”

Chanyeol feigns hurt as he whines out, “Kyungsoo, I thought you loved me? Have you forgotten all those magical nights we’ve spent together?”

“As if I would ever let you anywhere near my ass.”

“My best friend bottoms, good to know..”

“Park Chanyeol, I am holding a knife right now, are you sure you want to go down this road?”

Chanyeol holds up his hands in surrender, backing away to the living room as Kyungsoo smirks at him, knowing he’s won. Chanyeol thinks he’s the real winner though because he gets to watch tv whilst Kyungsoo finishes up in the kitchen.

It’s not long before Kyungsoo joins him, dragging a blanket over to the couch and cuddling himself into Chanyeol’s side. Chanyeol smiles down at his best friend, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as he uses the other to flick through films on Netflix.

They’re watching some random Netflix anime when a mischievous grin makes its way onto Chanyeol’s face and he says, “I bet Jongdae doesn’t give cuddles like I do.”

Kyungsoo looks up at him, eyebrow raised, as he drawls out, “Park Chanyeol, is this you trying to confess your undying love to me? I’m flattered, really.”

Chanyeol starts giggling until he finds he can’t stop, Kyungsoo eventually joining him when his laughter becomes contagious.

Once they manage to calm down, Chanyeol quietly says, “No love confession here, but I have missed you.”

“I missed you too, you dork. Now, let’s shut up and watch the anime.”

When Chanyeol wakes up still on the couch the next morning, Kyungsoo curled into his side, he can’t help but grin at the familiar scene. His body feels stiff from the awkward position he slept in, but he can’t find it in him to be grumpy about it, or even regret not going to sleep in their bed’s upstairs.

Checking his phone, he sees it’s 5 am and takes that as his cue to fall back asleep. He makes sure to shift himself and Kyungsoo into a more comfortable position first though, before finding himself easily falling back asleep.

The next time he wakes, Kyungsoo is gone and the sound of the kettle being boiled comes from the kitchen. Chanyeol rubs at his eyes sleepily before standing and stretching, heading towards the noise in the hopes of finding his best friend.

Kyungsoo smiles at him when Chanyeol walks into the kitchen, finishing making a coffee before passing it Chanyeol’s way. He sips at his own before saying, “Morning sleepy head. Y’know I may have missed your company but I didn’t miss your snoring.”

Chanyeol just flips him off in response as he drinks his coffee.

He stays for breakfast since Kyungsoo offered to make it but after a shower he decides he should probably head back, especially considering he borrowed the car. The drive home passes faster than the drive the day before and not a single thought passes his mind about why he had been in such a hurry to see Kyungsoo yesterday.

He’s in an incredibly good mood and his mood lifts even more when he spots Sehun heading to his own house. He parks the car, Sehun stopping by the wall separating their driveways as he notices Chanyeol’s the person in the car. Getting out the car with his backpack in tow, Chanyeol heads over to the wall with a bright grin on his face.

He presses the button to lock the car as he leans in to press a kiss against Sehun’s lips. Sehun raises an eyebrow at him when he leans back, lips curving into a smile as he says, “What’s got you in such a good mood?”

“I went to see Kyungsoo yesterday and stayed the night, it was just nice to see him again y’know.”

A pout forms on Sehun’s lips as he whines out, “Why do you get that happy about seeing your best friend but not your boyfriend?”

Poking Sehun’s pout, Chanyeol responds, “I'm actually cheating on you with Kyungsoo, he’s pregnant with my child.” He tries to keep a straight face but he can’t help but giggle.

Chanyeol hadn’t thought it possible but Sehun pouts more as he whines, “Babeee, stop teasing me.”

Chanyeol pulls Sehun in for another soft kiss before saying, “Okay okay, I'm sorry babe, you’re too adorable.”

Sehun flips him off before saying, “Take me out for ice cream as an apology.” His pout fades into a grin when Chanyeol lets out a dramatic sigh before agreeing.

It’s in Chanyeol’s last month at his internship when things change, and not for the better. Work is going great and Chanyeol’s already been told he can get a job there once he graduates if he so wishes.

His relationship with Sehun is going well too, sure it’s more comfortable than exciting, but Chanyeol needs comfortable after so long of pining after one guy. Chanyeol was sure nothing could bring him down at this point, he was on a lucky streak that he was wishing not to end yet.

It all changes one afternoon when he gets home from work, he’s still in his work clothes making himself a coffee when his phone starts ringing. Smiling when he sees the caller is Kyungsoo, he answers it quickly.

Before he can even say hello, however, Kyungsoo’s blurting out, “Chanyeol we have a problem!”

Chanyeol frowns, hand stilling from where he was stirring his coffee as he says, “What? What’s wrong?”

There’s a sound of raised voices in the background before Kyungsoo responds, “Baekhyun over heard Jongdae and I talking about you and Sehun, he’s not happy at all. He wants to go to the cafe right now, you have to go to Sehun.”

Chanyeol tenses but he forces his voice to sound relaxed as he says, “Baekhyun wouldn’t hurt a fly, I don’t even see why he’d be unhappy.”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Kyungsoo says, “Jongdae is literally restraining Baekhyun right now to stop Baekhyun from going to punch Sehun. He’s screaming bloody murder about Sehun. You have to go warn Sehun, I know he’s working right now.”

The urgency in Kyungsoo’s tone is enough to convince Chanyeol this is serious. He blurts out a quick, “I can be at the cafe in 15 minutes, see how long you can stall Baekhyun”, before hanging up.

Rushing over to his mum’s bag on the kitchen counter, he grabs the car keys and heads out. As he starts the car, he makes a mental promise to text his mum once Sehun is out of harm's way.

He knows Sehun can handle himself but Baekhyun is so rarely angry that Chanyeol has no idea what could happen. The drive over feels too long and Chanyeol curses when the car alerts him that he’s got a text from Kyungsoo, the electronic voice reading out, ‘Baekhyun just left, please get there soon’.

Chanyeol’s thankful for the lack of speed cameras in the current area as he pushes the speed limit a little. He manages to pull into the car park behind the cafe about 5 minutes later and rushes out the car, only just remembering to lock it in his tense state.

He tries not to make too much of a scene as he bursts into the cafe but the moment Sehun sees him, it’s obvious he knows somethings wrong. Chanyeol heads over to him as Sehun excuses himself to the owner politely and heads towards Chanyeol.

Sehun reaches for Chanyeol’s hand as he says, “Babe, what’s wrong? What are you doing here?”

Chanyeol’s just started explaining to Sehun about Baekhyun knowing, the younger tensing at the information; when Baekhyun comes storming into the cafe. Chanyeol and Baekhyun’s eyes meet and Chanyeol thinks he can hardly recognize him. Baekhyun's eyes are full of anger and there's a tinge of something like hurt on his face.

Chanyeol urges Sehun to move behind him and Baekhyun tenses more at this, eyes trailing down to Sehun and Chanyeol holding hands before he walks closer to them. As he approaches, Chanyeol tries to block his way to Sehun as much as possible.

Baekhyun’s voice doesn’t sound like his own as he growls out, “Chanyeol, move out the way.”

Chanyeol tenses as he says, “No, not if you’re planning on hurting him.”

Baekhyun’s voice rises as he says, “Of course I'm planning on hurting him, he’s using you Chanyeol.”

Confusion masks Chanyeol’s features as he responds, voice equally as raised, “Sehun isn’t using me, he wouldn’t.”

Baekhyun bristles at the sight of Sehun wrapping an arm around Chanyeol’s waist and Chanyeol thinks he sees a flash of hurt in his eyes before he yells, “He approached you when you were in a fragile state, he’s using you.”

Chanyeol feels all his anger at Baekhyun hurting him come to the surface as he yells back, “And whose fault is it that I was in a fragile state, huh? It was yours, you were the one who fucked me over and broke my heart. Now you’re, what? Trying to ruin something that makes me happy? Haven’t you hurt me enough?”

Chanyeol isn’t sure what he’s expecting, maybe for Baekhyun to yell back that Chanyeol shouldn’t have confessed. Maybe for Baekhyun to storm out.

He feels all the anger drain from him though when Baekhyun starts crying, angrily wiping at his tears as he says, “I'm sorry Chanyeol, I'm so sorry. Please, you have to believe me, I don’t know why I did it, I never wanted to hurt you.”

Chanyeol watches as Jongdae enters the cafe, apologizing to them before starting to lead Baekhyun out the cafe. Jongdae has a red mark on his cheek, and Chanyeol wonders if Baekhyun did that but he can’t even feel angry at Baekhyun for it.

Baekhyun’s sobbing as he’s dragged out, yelling, “I miss you so much, please just come back”, in between choked sobs.

Chanyeol stands still, watching them go and feeling like his heart is breaking all over again. When he feels Sehun’s arm drop from his waist, he quickly turns around, remembering he needs to make sure Sehun is okay.

His hands move over Sehun’s shoulders, then his arms, before finally cupping Sehun’s cheeks. He wipes away a tear rolling down Sehun’s cheek as he softly says, “Are you okay? I’m so sorry, please don’t block me out right now.”

Sehun doesn’t respond, he just wraps his arms around Chanyeol’s waist and buries his face in Chanyeol’s neck. Chanyeol’s quick to start running a hand through Sehun’s hair, the other rubbing his back as he mumbles out, “It’s okay, you’re okay, I'm right here.”

He catches the eye of the cafe owner, silently asking if they can leave and she motions for them to go with a kind smile.

Kissing the side of Sehun’s head, Chanyeol softly says, “Hey, why don’t you go grab your bag? I’ll drive you home and we can cuddle at mine, yeah?”

Sehun seems reluctant to pull away but he mumbles out, “Okay.”

His eyes are wet as he meets Chanyeol’s gaze and he leans in for a quick kiss before heading off to the staff room.

Whilst he waits, Chanyeol tries not to think about how broken Baekhyun had looked, but the image just won’t leave his mind. He shakes his head to push the thoughts from his mind, attempting to focus on how Sehun needs him right now.

When Sehun comes back, Chanyeol holds out a hand for him, smiling softly when Sehun takes it.

He quietly says, “Let’s go home”, before leading Sehun out of the cafe, hoping Baekhyun and Jongdae are gone at this point. They get into the car in silence and most of the journey home is quiet apart from the radio playing. Chanyeol sends quick glances Sehun's way every few minutes but the younger is always staring out of the window.

They’re about half way through the drive when Sehun says, “I'm not using you”, and a quick glance Sehun’s way shows Chanyeol that Sehun’s still not looking his way.

Chanyeol briefly reaches his hand over to squeeze Sehun’s hand as he says, “I know you’re not, I never thought you were.”

Sehun finally turns to Chanyeol as he chokes out, “Please don’t hate me, Chanyeol.”

Stopping at a traffic light, Chanyeol turns to Sehun and reaches out to run his hand along his cheek briefly, saying, “I could never hate you, you know that.”

He has to turn back to face the wheel as the lights begin to change but he reaches over to squeeze Sehun’s hand once he’s driving again.

It’s not very safe but he only lets go of Sehun’s hand when he needs to indicate or change gears for the rest of the journey home. He’s worried Sehun will close up if he thinks for a second Chanyeol’s mad at him, so he makes sure to ramble about things they did as kids for the rest of the journey home, happy when a slight smile appears on Sehun’s face.

When he arrives home and unlocks the front door, he’s met with the sight of his mum looking rather angry. She opens her mouth to speak, but the moment she sees Sehun looking upset her features soften and she just holds out her hand for the car keys. Chanyeol passes her the keys, kissing her cheek as a thank you before leading Sehun upstairs.

He shuts his bedroom door behind them when they reach his room, pulling Sehun into a hug straight away. It’s not normal for the younger to be so quiet and Chanyeol can’t help but worry Sehun’s had enough, that he doesn’t want to be with Chanyeol anymore.

His worries disappear though when Sehun mumbles into his neck, “Can I stay the night? I don’t want to be alone.”

Chanyeol presses a kiss to Sehun’s head before saying, “Of course you can, have you eaten dinner yet?” Sehun shakes his head no in response and Chanyeol pulls back.

Sehun’s face pales in worry when Chanyeol steps back but Chanyeol just kisses him softly before saying, “Come on, I'll make us some food.” Sehun relaxes, nodding and letting Chanyeol lead him back downstairs.

They end up being ushered out of the kitchen by Chanyeol’s mum who insists on cooking for them, telling them to go watch some tv. Chanyeol finds some random variety show to watch before pulling Sehun into his side, the younger slouching down so that he can rest his head against Chanyeol’s shoulder. Chanyeol plays with Sehun’s fingers, bringing them up to his lips to kiss each finger one by one until Sehun laughs at the feeling.

Sehun perks up a little more when Chanyeol’s mum brings them dinner and then smothers Sehun with affection, Chanyeol watching on fondly. By the time they start washing up dishes, Sehun is cracking jokes and nudging Chanyeol with his hip, even though his eyes look so tired.

It’s incredibly domestic as they get ready for bed together, standing side by side at the sink as they clean their teeth. Chanyeol keeps winking at Sehun when their gazes meet in the mirror, and Sehun can’t stop laughing by the time they spit out the toothpaste.

When they finally get into bed, Chanyeol pulls Sehun close so his chest is to Sehun’s back, legs tangling together. Sehun whines that Chanyeol has cold feet and Chanyeol just kisses his neck before telling him to sleep.

Sehun seems to fall asleep pretty easily and in the silence of the room, Chanyeol’s left with his own thoughts. He can’t get the image of Baekhyun crying out of his mind, can’t forget how he sounded when he told Chanyeol he missed him. He feels awful for thinking about Baekhyun whilst Sehun is sleeping in his arms, but it’s hard to not think about the day's events.

He can’t fully understand why Baekhyun had been so upset about him dating Sehun, the only logical explanation being that Baekhyun likes him. Of course, that’s not the case, it can’t be, Baekhyun probably just missed Chanyeol as a friend, it’s not like they weren’t close for years. The fact that he falls asleep to thoughts of Baekhyun instead of Sehun makes him feel incredibly guilty, an uneasy feeling bubbling in his chest.

He wakes up to Sehun facing him, face buried in Chanyeol’s neck, and it’s so soft that he can’t bring himself to move. He brings a hand up to play with Sehun’s hair, smiling at the soft tickle of Sehun’s breath against his skin. He lays there just enjoying the warmth of Sehun cuddled up to him, trying to push away guilty thoughts about Baekhyun. He doesn’t want to think about him, not when he has a gorgeous, sweet, funny man in his arms, he thinks his mind is just out to get him.

He only truly manages to push away thoughts of him when Sehun moves in his arms, grumbling a little before mumbling, “Morning.”

Neither of them make a move to change their current position as Chanyeol softly says, “Did you sleep well?”

“You know I always sleep better next to you.”

Chanyeol smiles, tugging lightly at Sehun’s hair as he says, “Why are you so adorable in the mornings?”

Sehun lifts his head up to look at Chanyeol, eyes droopy from just waking up as he says, “I'm always adorable, what are you talking about?”

Chanyeol just hums in response, leaning in to kiss Sehun. He pulls away quickly when his mind suddenly remembers his kiss with Baekhyun, attempting to play off his behaviour by leaving soft kisses over Sehun’s cheeks and jawline. Chanyeol hopes Sehun is too sleepy to notice anything, and by the soft smile he finds on Sehun’s lips, he thinks he’s succeeded.

After a few minutes of soft touches and hushed words, Sehun stretches and sits up, turning to look at Chanyeol as he says, “I should get up, I'm working today.”

Chanyeol pouts, making grabby hands towards Sehun as he whines out, “No, come back to bed, I want cuddles.”

Sehun laughs, leaning down to kiss Chanyeol before pulling away from Chanyeol’s reach and getting out of bed. Chanyeol watches him go over to check his phone before saying, “Don’t go to work, stay with me, doesn’t that sound better?”

Sehun smiles down at his phone as he says, “I have to go to work, I have to earn money somehow.”

Chanyeol frowns, what ifs filling his mind as he thinks about the events the day before, eyes scanning Sehun before saying, “Do you want me to come with you?”

Sehun rolls his eyes, looking up at Chanyeol as he says, “You’re my boyfriend, not my bodyguard.”

“I should protect you.”

“I'm like 6 foot, I can protect myself.”

Chanyeol pouts more but accepts that nothing will happen today - probably - he hopes. He lets Sehun go for a shower, but not without a kiss first, before starting to drag himself out of bed. By the time Sehun returns in his work clothes, hair wet, Chanyeol is dressed in sweatpants and a big hoodie.

Sehun grins at him, ruffling Chanyeol’s hair as he says, “You look so soft in the mornings.”

Chanyeol smiles at Sehun, wiping away a water droplet on his forehead that's fallen from his hair, and says, “You should style your hair, do it in that way that makes the girls swoon.”

“Why would I need to make girls swoon when I have a boyfriend to swoon over me?”

“For tips, of course, I'm thinking of you sweetheart.”

Sehun rolls his eyes but still moves over to Chanyeol’s mirror to dry his hair and attempt to style it.

By the time Sehun leaves, Chanyeol is much more awake and easily notices the tenseness behind Sehun’s jokes and affection. He chooses to shrug it off though, kissing him goodbye and telling him to text when he finishes his shift.

He returns to his room, finally looking at his phone and finding messages and missed calls from Kyungsoo. He opts for just responding with, ‘I’m fine, so is Sehun, I hope Jongdae’s cheek is okay’, before locking his phone again.

He sort of doesn’t want to interact with anyone today, he knows he should to avoid the thoughts on his mind, but he doesn’t feel up to acting like he’s absolutely fine. If someone had warned him that seeing Baekhyun cry like that would mess him up so much then he never would’ve yelled at him yesterday, he would’ve just walked out with Sehun in tow. He tells himself there’s no point in regretting things that he can’t change but it doesn’t stop him from thinking about it the whole day.

The next few days are pretty difficult, he can’t get thoughts about that day out of his mind and it’s clearly affecting how he acts. He tries not to get distracted by the thoughts during work, tries to throw himself into the project, but nothing seems to work. Even when he sees Sehun each day, he can’t truly get the thoughts out of his mind.

He feels terrible, he wants to give Sehun his full attention, and he knows Sehun has noticed that he’s more distant. Anyone would notice it, he’s always distracted, he can see people talking to him but half the time he doesn’t hear what they say. He doesn’t understand how one argument can turn him into this, he feels like it’s unnecessarily dramatic but he can’t stop it.

The worst moments are when he finds himself staring at his text message thread with Baekhyun, fingers poised as if to type something out, without realising he’d gone to it. Every time he has to shove his phone away from himself, not trusting himself to not do something as stupid as texting Baekhyun. He knows he did it one time when he was with Sehun, knows Sehun noticed, and he can’t understand why Sehun just acted like nothing happened.

Sehun seems to do that a lot, acting as if things were completely normal and Chanyeol wasn’t acting off. Chanyeol tries to convince himself that maybe he’s just been good at hiding it, but he knows it’s how Sehun’s choosing to cope.

He should have seen it coming, of course it would happen with how he’s been acting. He comes home from work on Friday, wanting to just sleep after the week he’s had, but when he gets to his room he finds Sehun on his bed.

He startles, stopping in his path as he says, “Sehun? How did you get in here?”

Sehun shrugs, voice forcefully nonchalant as he says, “Your mum let me in earlier. Come here”, and holds his hand out for Chanyeol.

Chanyeol can feel the tense atmosphere in the room as he moves over to the bed, taking a seat opposite Sehun, allowing the younger to play with his hand.

When the tense silence grows unbearable, Chanyeol says, “Sehun I - is everything okay?”

Sehun takes a deep breath, head rising to meet Chanyeol’s gaze, and he slowly says, “I've been doing some thinking and I think I maybe should have done this a while ago.”

His voice trails off and Chanyeol tenses, letting the silence fall again before saying, “Done what, Sehun?”

Sehun doesn’t look at Chanyeol as he continues with, “I think I always knew, but I just ignored it for my own benefit. I don’t want to give you up but I know it’s best for the both of us.”

Chanyeol’s hand tightens around Sehun’s as he says, “Sehun, no, please don’t do this.”

Chanyeol can tell Sehun is trying so hard to be strong as he says, “Chanyeol, it’s okay. I know your heart lies elsewhere.”

Chanyeol refuses to let go of Sehun’s hand as he blurts out, "I did like you Sehun, I do, I promise."

“I know, but you don't love me Chanyeol, and there’s no chance of you loving me, I think I always knew that. I thought I could wait but, I’m not patient enough."

Chanyeol can feel tears welling up in his eyes as he chokes out, “God, I'm so sorry.”

Silence falls between them again, before Sehun takes a deep breath and says, “Don’t be. I knew you were still his from the start, I was being selfish. Baekhyun was sort of right, y’know?”

Chanyeol shakes his head no, tries to tell Sehun that Baekhyun was wrong, but Sehun continues with, “I guess I knew in the back of my mind that my only chance with you would be when you were recovering from heartbreak, I wish I hadn’t have done it. I hope you can forgive me.”

Chanyeol reaches out to wipe a stray tear from Sehun’s cheek, softly saying, “I’m not angry with you, I promise, I was in the wrong too. I used you too without realising, I'm so sorry.”

Sehun leans into Chanyeol’s touch but Chanyeol’s recoiling moments later when Sehun says, “You’ve been in love with him for a very long time, don’t you think you should talk to him? I know you miss him.”

Chanyeol feels anger flare up before he forces it back down, taking deep breaths to calm himself. Why would he talk to Baekhyun, the person that hurt him the most? He doesn’t think he can talk to Baekhyun without yelling right now.

Once he no longer wants to shout, has actually thought about what contacting Baekhyun again could mean, he says, “What about you? I don’t want to hurt you any more than I already have, I never wanted to hurt you in the first place.”

Sehun lets out a breathy laugh, rolling his eyes as he says, “Chanyeol, please just think about yourself for once.”

Chanyeol can’t hold back anymore, tears rolling down his cheeks as he pulls Sehun into his arms. Sehun tenses and then relaxes into him, sniffling slightly as Chanyeol chokes out, “God, I'm so sorry, I never wanted to mess with you. I really did like you, I promise, I was happy with you.”

Sehun pulls back gently, laughing a little as he wipes away Chanyeol’s tears and says, “I know, you big baby, I was happy too. I should go, please don’t try and stop me.”

Chanyeol nods but he still asks, “I know it’s a lot to ask but, can we still be friends?”

Sehun shoots him a sad smile as he says, “In the future, but not right now, I need time. Thank you for everything Chanyeol.”

Chanyeol watches Sehun leave, and as his bedroom door shuts, a fresh wave of tears hit him. He’s feeling so many emotions right now, and he hates himself for making Sehun cry. Pure, beautiful, amazing Sehun who had always deserved way more than Chanyeol could give him. All Chanyeol can do is pray to any God’s out there that Sehun will find happiness and someone who will give him the love he deserves.

Eventually, he manages to pull himself together, wiping at the tear tracks on his cheeks in an attempt to look more together. He’s sure he still looks like a mess, but he can’t find it in himself to care as he makes his way downstairs. He finds his mum in the front room and the moment she sees him, she beckons him over.

If anyone had walked into the room, they would’ve been greeted by a funny sight. Chanyeol, a grown man who’s over 6ft, wrapped in his smaller mum’s arms, cuddled into her side. His mum doesn’t push him to start talking, just holds Chanyeol until he finally says, “We broke up mum.”

Petting Chanyeol’s head, his mum says, “I'm so sorry baby, what happened?”

Chanyeol sniffles, sitting up to look at his mum as he says, “I - I've been in love with someone since high school, I thought I was over them but I'm not. Sehun figured it out before I did, that’s why we broke up.”

His mum ruffles his hair, voice jokey as she says, “Park Chanyeol, how could you not tell your own mother that you were in love? Who is it?”

Chanyeol considers brushing her off, but there’s no point in keeping it from her anymore. He still has to take a deep breath though before he says, “Do you remember Byun Baekhyun?”

A wide grin appears on his mum’s face as she says, “I knew he wasn’t just a friend, I always told your father that! So, what happened? Why did you think you were over him?”

A pout makes its way onto Chanyeol’s lips before he mumbles, “I confessed, he didn’t take it well, I figured I moved on after the heartbreak. I saw him last Friday though and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him since.” He covers his face with his hands before whining out, “mum, I don’t know what to do.”

She chuckles, patting Chanyeol’s knee as she says, “Chanyeol, you know I can’t help if you don’t tell me the whole story.”

Chanyeol sighs, dropping his hands before beginning to explain, from Baekhyun being more flirty to last Friday. He omits the parts about making out with Baekhyun and not being able to go any further than kissing with Sehun, not feeling comfortable with telling his mum such things. She listens intently, holding Chanyeol’s hand in hers as he talks.

Once Chanyeol’s explained the whole story, she nods and says, “You need to talk to him.”

Chanyeol frowns, voice whiney as he responds, “Sehun said that too, I can’t do that.”

“Sehun is a smart boy, you should listen to him.”

“What if I talk to Baekhyun and we just end up in the same situation again?”

Chanyeol’s looking for excuses at this point so he curses inwardly when his mum wisely responds, “Well then you can handle that when the time comes, but there’s no point in worrying over what if’s. It’s just talking Chanyeol, something you’re very good at.”

Chanyeol pokes his tongue out childishly, turning away as he says, “I can’t do it.”

“Park Chanyeol, if you’re sulking because you realised I'm right then I will have to tell everyone my son is a fool.”

Chanyeol meets him mum’s amused gaze, pouting before saying, “Fine! I'll talk to him - but not yet, I'll do it when I move back in with Kyungsoo.”

His mum smirks at him, happy with him giving in, turning back to the tv as she says, “I'll wait for the wedding invite.”

Chanyeol just whines out that she’s embarrassing him, standing up to leave the room, but he still stops in the doorway to call back, “Thank you, mum.”

His mum just quirks an eyebrow and says, “I wonder what you do when you don’t have me around, you’re hopeless.”

Chanyeol just calls out, “Love you too”, before heading upstairs to his room, feeling a lot less confused than he had when Sehun had left.

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sanguinesprout · 8 years ago

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The sky is a beautiful blue today~ (Some updates, nicer things, random snippets of memories and why I write about weather so much lol)

I was thinking maybe I should write about something lighter, like the things I did recently, in particular the good things, my small triumphs and such c:

I’ve spent a lot more time out with my sister (and sometimes her bf and my mum) recently, especially in the case of going shopping~! I bought quite a lot of nice tops with interesting and motivating text based designs on them (maybe I’ll photograph them sometime), and some of them were on sale too yay! :3 Usually I try and avoid going out too many times in a row or when I don’t feel mentally prepared beforehand but I went and it was alright! Though some of the times I had no choice as I had a doctors appointment, but instead of just going home I went to the shops or the supermarket afterwards and had a nice long browse around~

I used to remember a long long time ago when I was younger I really did not enjoy shopping and would always constantly be asking when we could go home lol but now it’s pretty fun (apart from the fact I’m actually really poor). Also a long time ago I would trail around after my sis or whoever, but now I go off on my own and look at whatever I feel but sometimes my sis trails after me instead lol and likes to moan about me looking at things too slowly quite a lot. It makes me anxious but I told her about it so she does it less or I’ll tell her to go look at something else, cause I like taking my sweet time yo >3< I don’t mean like I only started doing this recently haha, but it did take quite a few years before I felt confident enough to go around on my own and actually enjoy it. I would go shopping completely on my own and take public transport after college and uni sometimes and such, I feel I’ve kind of taken a step back since then but I’m not back at square one at least I guess, it’s something!

I still feel awkward and anxious when people are blocking the way of an aisle or when they’re looking at the same rack of stuff, but I’m gonna try and push these feelings aside, be more assertive and so and so. There were also times where certain unusual situations were kind of traumatic for me and maybe I’ll write or draw about them sometime, but they’re not important and I shouldn’t keep thinking back on them and feeling hurt. I still sometimes get that ‘lost kid that has to look down every aisle and worries everyone already paid and left’ feeling after wandering around when I go to the supermarket with my parents lol, because they are all about being quick so they can go home and get ready for work and stuff, but having a phone now unlike when I was a kid and didn’t have one makes everything suck much less hah take that!

Anyways, back to the present! The weather has been pretty flip floppy lately, on some few random days the weather was real hot and some super rainy and cold and some calm and neutral, like today. I really love when it spontaneously rains so hard and immediately after the sky is such a wonderful clear blue, I feel it’s analogous to when you have are suddenly overcome with negative emotions and once they pass you feel at ease and can think with clarity again aka. the calm after the storm. I really like the weather and making weird metaphors about it as you could probably tell already lolol. The weather is just something that’s always there, something that affects mood but is also so moody itself, something everyone experiences and uses for small talk and something so mundane but also wonderful and unpredictable (unless you look at the forecast everyday, I mean it’s real easy to check on the phone widget but I don’t haha, as much as I talk about it I don’t worship the weather channel or anything lol) ^^

Oh also in relation to this, when I said I was going to write this blog a bit more like a diary, it made me think of a time when I was little and my mum bought me a diary book. It was a simple Winnie the Pooh diary with a gold lock and guess what I wrote in it hahahaha I wrote in huge writing on each page a 3-4 word sentence of how the weather was that day LOL It was super wasteful and my sis and mum were like what even?! XD I’ve had lots of diaries since then and lots of attempts at writing about actual things but I’ve never been able to keep it up past a few days. I just hope this blog doesn’t die out like my past diaries or become a brief weather description collection either hahaha. Today’s post title is kinda like a tribute or slightly more advanced version of my kiddie diary x3

Okay enough about that lol! One of the days recently I went to the park~! I did say I wanted to go and my sister suggested it. It was some time in the afternoon on a weekday so it wasn’t to busy. It was pleasant and refreshing to go walkies sine I hadn’t gone there for a while, even though I really really hate all kinds of bugs (and things that have bugs in them, like trees) and shriek and flail at their presence lol. I saw some pretty flowers, sat on the see saw with my sis briefly (which I was nervous about cuz there were kids around and well I’m not a kid anymore *sob* but I will always be a kid at heart and so will my sis, so I did it anyways! Yolo, gotta sit my but on all the things next time XD). I also saw the duckies! Or well I think they were actually geese but they were so pretty and derpy and their little floofy babies omg! ;w; Soooo cute!! I definitely want to go see them again sometime :D I’ve come to kind of dislike zoos (and aquariums too) because I feel so bad seeing some of them so distressed looking and it feels unfair that they have to live in such a contained and artificial space without choice, but when there’s wildlife living free like the duckies in the lake, it’s just such a pleasant thing to witness.

Oh also some good today was I cooked my own breakfast...kinda... It was just a fried egg with tuna in it pretty much and there was rice too (made in a rice cooker not by me lol) but I cooked the egg part! It takes so much convincing for me to be able to do just this. My mum and dad don’t like me hanging around the kitchen because ‘you’re too slow’ and ‘you’ll make a mess’ etc. I know they keep babying me and want things to go smoothly their way... but it needs to change! I don’t want to be dependant forever :c I was persistent this time and I’m glad! :D And I also suggested that maybe everyday I could maybe learn something new from them, whether it be just some small technique or a recipe or whatever. I am lacking in well... life skills because I was never taught or allowed to do certain things, like cooking for example. I can make something easy like instant ramen or pasta, but they usually handle all meals and don’t let me experiment or cook for reals. The only thing they really trust me with is making tea and sandwiches and the only time I cooked something from a recipe was cooking class at school a long time ago lol. Sometimes I help my sister bake stuff, but they get annoyed at her too for being in the way and stuff, but she isn’t a weak spirited person like me so she just carries on haha.

I can watch video tutorials all I want but it’ll never be useful without actual execution and practice, you know! >< My dad is a chef and is particularly prideful of his cooking, and also quick to insult and get annoyed for small mistakes, so it’s gonna be tough but I’m gonna try anyways! Lately I’ve been trying harder to just chat and bond with my dad more, we watch drama/animation series together at supper which is nice~! (Even though he feigns reluctance to watch and that he’s interested sometimes lol). Conversation is particularly hard because of the language barrier, but if I make the conversation about learning language like I did the other day and maybe now even about learning cooking stuff, then maybe things will go at a much better pace :D

I also drew some things I was kind of happy about lately, and didn’t give up on trying to interact online even though I really wanted to! I need to get my stuff organised and start posting stuff! I feel like the longer I leave it, the less it’s making me wanna do it, stop it perfection, you’re unnecessary! x^x I really hate having an empty account, it makes me feel like a creep (like on youtube it’s okay but on other places it’s unusual, right?) ;^; Something I keep forgetting is that there is no rules and no obligations for me (or anyone else) to do anything or feel anything. There’s no right or wrong, silly self! I need to stop worrying so much and just go for it! Yolo the hell out of everything (maybe that’s not quite the right phrase lol) and just stop falling into the paralysis by analysis trap! X3 Imma try harder! ò^ó

Uh uhhh before I end this, I have some update-y stuff on my therapy situation... I have my first appointment tomorrow! I’m so nervous!! xAx The funny thing though (or well, not really), is that when my doctor was giving me options on who to see, I could either go for the general therapist who works in the same facility or to go for the referral service for a more specific recommendation. I opted for the second in hope that I could see someone with a specialism in idk... AVPD or personality disorders (if there is a such thing), but it seems I’ve ended up going full circle and ending up getting recommended to the general therapist back here >< I mean, at least it’s convenient and better than nothing I suppose... Anyways, I don’t know how it’ll go so I shouldn’t make any assumptions or have any wild expectations. I can do this! It’ll be okay! I’m glad I got a female therapist, because I get even more nervous around guys and the one I had in the past was ahhh idk... maybe I’ll write about it with whatever I write about after the app tomorrow. I just hope it goes well!

Don’t give up! You can do it! Have a nice day~! :3

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parisandeden · 8 years ago

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“Dinner?” Eden asked quietly as she turned towards Paris, he certainly was full of surprises tonight and she was sure there would be far more to come. She tried to smile as warmly as she could at his mother as she agreed to make room for her, but she could tell as the woman walked away that she wasn’t exactly thrilled. “And here I thought it might be just us, which is why I usually sneak in,” she said, trying to be serious but still managed to laugh a little, “though I’ll be a good sport and join you and your family for dinner,” her arms slipping from her jacket as Paris helped her out of it. As Hector introduced himself Eden had to smile, he was ever so much a spitting image of Paris, perhaps just a little cockier. “I’m quite happy with your brother, Hector,” she said with a laugh, “And I’m sure if I had a little sister she’d adore all of those said things, even the pain in the ass part.” Eden was surprisingly starting to feel a little at ease as Paris showed her into the living room, “Shark week? Heard of it, but never seen it. ‘spose you’ll have to teach me,” she said as she sat upon the couch, close enough to him that she didn’t feel awkward when Hector decided he needed to sit as close to her as possible. Eden couldn’t help but turn from Paris, to Hector and then back again as they watched the documentary, it was almost as if they were seeing a pair of breasts for the first time, she didn’t quite get it, but watching them was certainly becoming amusing.

The arrival of Paris’ father and younger sister made Eden slightly more nervous, she was really meeting his family for the first time, and she hadn’t exactly come prepared for something like this. She didn’t move from her spot until Paris introduced her and Helen, and she gave a small smile to his sister before she turned to Paris with a bit of a smirk, “And you’re my pain the ass,” she couldn’t help but laugh slightly before he slipped away and she was left with his sister. “So …. How did you and my brother meet exactly?” and instantly Eden could tell Helen was a bit skeptical of her, dear god how she wished they hadn’t been left alone. “Um …. Funny story? I stole his wallet at our parole officer’s office … guess he was impressed? Even if I got caught ….” Helen didn’t seem impressed, looking from Eden and then to Paris in the kitchen, “Yea …. Funny story … and how long have you two been together?” Eden didn’t hesitate to answer her question just as she caught Paris’ gaze as he motioned for her to come into the kitchen, “Couple months. Looks like dinner’s ready,” she said with a small smile before she high tailed it as quickly as she could to Paris.

As she took a seat next to Paris at the table she felt a little relieved, hoping the focus would be more drawn to other people in his family rather than her, “I do like spaghetti ….” Eden paused for a moment, lowering her voice to a whisper as his family began to settle around the table, and she hoped her voice was soft enough not to be overheard, “but I think you and Hector are the only two at this table who like my presence here tonight.” The table seemed to be buzzing with different stories, the setting was far different from the dinners she knew from her childhood, most were sat with she and her brother eating silently while her parents talked. She waited her turn to be passed the spaghetti, coming from Hector who gave her a wide grin as he held the bowl and she took some of the dinner from it. “You should come to dinner more often,” she heard him say aloud, and Eden’s eyes grew wide before she took the bowl from him and turned to Paris with that deer in the headlights look upon her face. _________________ From: Paris Date: 09-26-2014 14:56:41 "Unless Helen brings someone else home, I do believe we have enough room for one more for dinner." Paris grinned at Eden then his mother, who still seemed bewildered that there was some strange woman in his house. "I suppose....so. Make yourself at home." She quickly walked back in the kitchen, acting as if she had stuff to do as she silently cussed to herself. "See?! I told you this would be fun!" He quickly helped her out of her jacket and hanged it up. Hector, trying to contain his laughter, decided to introduce himself to her. "I'm the better Dounas, better looking... More charming...y'know?" He shrugged slightly, as if he thought he was the smoothest person in the house. "Also the most pain in the ass brother a person could ask for..." He shoved him away as he led her into the living room. "I have no intentions on changing the channel..." He spoke as the two sat down. "Shark week... The best time of the year." Hector said as he took a seat right next to her. The Dounas brothers looked in amazement as they saw a Great White devour its prey... a documentary they've seen for the past two years. "Paris...what if we were great white sharks...." Hector's eyes widened, the thought alone exciting him as he imagined himself that. "I would kill you... Because I'm the alpha male..." Paris took a sip of his beer, eyes practically glued to the TV. "If you strike me down... I shall become more powerful then you could possibly imagine." Hector quoted from Star Wars. He knudged Eden lightly as he laughed. "Think Paris and I have seen A New Hope at least a dozen times, what about you Eden? You a Star Wars fan?" Paris chuckled, "do you think I would let myself date someone who hates Star Wars?" Before he could answer the front door swung open, his dad coming in with his sister's bags. "Time to deal with ms.perfect..." Paris mumbled, glancing over to see his mom hugging Helen as tightly as she could. "Cat caught your tongue, Paris?" Helen said as she made her way in to greet her brothers. Hector gave her a hug before heading into the kitchen. "No... But I'm sure you'll tell me some logical explanation on what that phrase really means." He rolled his eyes before downing the rest of his beer. "Nice to see you too... Who's this?" He stood up, stretching his arms some. "Helen...Eden...Eden... Pain in the ass little sister." He grabbed the empty bottle and took it to the kitchen, his dad instantly eying it. "What have I said about drinking my beer Paris?!" He snatched it away, throwing it in the trash with a loud crack as the glass shattered. "Not to unless I can afford a case of my own..." He reached in his wallet, pulling out a five and a couple of wrinkled up ones to hand him. "Where'd you get this? You're lazy ass doesn't do anything that gets you paid." He ignored his remark, washing his hands for dinner. "Don't worry about it." He looked over at Eden still in the living room with his sister, he smiled and motioned for her to come over. "I hope you like spaghetti... Because that's what we're having..." He didn't bother to introduce her to his dad, instead he took a seat by his brother and have her sit by him.

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Blue eyes stared at the clock just feet away, she felt as though it was going agonizingly slow at certain times and then far too quickly at others. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that she was a little on edge with the promise she had made to Paris. She didn’t quite understand what was quite so wrong with sneaking about, but she was far more accustomed to this way of going about living than he was, for her going about unnoticed was just natural. She didn’t like to make a scene, but Paris, as she had quickly learned, was all about making a scene, and he was asking her to make one with him now, or at least that’s how she felt about it. And she’d agreed to it all the same, which she was mildly regretting now as she looked at the clock, she’d need to leave soon if she was ever going to catch the bus to make it to his place, which was just a bit too far to walk alone at this time of night.

Twenty minutes later she was leaned up against the bus stop, chewing on her last piece of big red as she flipped through the pages of some entertainment magazine. She blew a bubble into her gum, the potent amount of cinnamon tingled on her tongue, just as the bus she was waiting for pulled up to the curb. Eden found the little pay pass card she’d gotten a few weeks before hand, pulling it out of her pocket before she stepped onto the bus. The driver, who she recognized right away, glared at her as she swiped her card, the bubble to her gum popping loudly as she passed right on by him. She laughed lightly to herself as she took a sear near the middle of the bus, the last time she’d seen that driver he’d been less than pleased with she and Paris’s actions on his bus. They’d gotten a little handsy with one another for that ten minute ride, the older man did not care for their PDA, and apparently neither did some of the other passengers. At least while she was alone the ride would be less than exciting than the last, so she read one of the articles in the magazine until the bus reached her stop, which she disembarked from with a quick, “G’night mister driver man,” before popping another bubble into her gum.

As the bus drove away Eden pulled her phone from her bag, it wasn’t anything to frilly but it did the job, and texted Paris that she would be there soon as the bus stop was just a few blocks from his family’s house. She tossed the magazine into the bus stop trash, not having any further use for it and made the trek down those few street blocks, all the while popping her gum as a nervous habit. When she reached the corner across the street from his parents’ house she stopped, shoving her hands into the pockets of her jacket, there were too many lights on inside for it to be just him there. God she would be terrified if anyone but him opened the door, but she’d made him a promise, she’d just have to suck it up. When she finally got up the courage she quickly made her way across the street avoiding stepping on the grass and actually taking the intended path to the front door. She took in a quick breath before her finger pressed the doorbell and she hoped Paris would come an quickly let her in…but that didn’t seem to be happening. She waited a few moments, nothing, so she rang in again, “Lazy ass is probably sleeping…” she thought out loud, still nothing, so she pressed the button once more. When she saw the door handle turn she spoke again, “Fina….” but her words stopped short when her eyes caught sight of his mother on the other side of the threshold, both of them looked like deer caught in headlights.

“Bloody hell,” Eden thought to herself as she saw Paris, who seemed rather amused with the whole thing, stroll over to the door. She glared at him as he leaned against the doorframe, still laughing, little buggar must have had this planned all along, she was sure of it now. If the width of her eyes in shock had been normal, they were getting wider by the moment as Paris nearly had to drag her into the house and then presented her to his mother. Eden, looking for some sort of escape from this embarrassment was not overjoyed to see yet another member of Paris’ family, she was sure was his brother, they looked so similar it was uncanny, just laughing along with Paris, at least they thought this whole ordeal was amusing. “Paris…” Eden said quietly once she caught his mother’s angered face and then back to him noticing he was still clutching her hand, she’d missed whatever had just transpired and just wanted an out. “It was … um … lovely meeting you Mrs. Dounas…” her voice shaky, as she was clearly still rattled, but she made every attempt to push Paris along, she didn’t want to stand here another second being judged. _________________ From: Paris Date: 03-16-2014 22:35:22 This 'sneaking in' business had to quit. His parents were beginning to wonder what was going on in the middle of the night. Paris had made Eden promise to come over like a normal person would. Besides, it was time for him to introduce her to them. He smirked at the thought of his mother knowing her. The moment they find out where they met, it's history. Sighing to himself, he took to doing what he considered normal on a Sunday afternoon; watching TV in his pajama pants. His mother had spent all day cleaning, and when she wasn't doing that she just stared at her son. "You're sister is planning to come home soon, Paris. I'd like to get the guest room set up." His hand shoved more popcorn in his mouth as he watched the discovery channel. "Paris? Are you listening to me?!" Frustrated, the woman turned off the TV. His eyes snapped over to his mother's, "Ma! It's shark week!" With a shake of her head, she slipped the remote in her pocket. "Get it done." Helen didn't care to see him anyways, Paris knew that. She hadnt spoken much to him since he's been let out. Ms. Perfect took time out of her life for everyone else, but him. "Hector... Pick up you're shit out of the hall way!" Paris kicked his brother's bag against the wall, knocking some of its stuff out. He didn't have to squint his eyes much to see the Baggie that slipped out. Hector came running out, seeing his older brother holding his marijuana in one hand. "Paris... Don't tell mom." The look of terror spread across his face, thinking he would do it. "Hide it better next time. She always checked my backpack." He shoved the bag in his back pocket, Hector protested... yet gave up. "Don't let her, dad, Helen, or anyone else but me see this shit..." He gave him a rather serious tone, afraid that he'd fuck up bad like he did. "Vinyard though? Right..." His brother gave him a rather goofy, naive grin. Paris shoved his backpack at him and walked off. A text from Eden notified him she was close. He relaxed against the stairwell, smirking some as he thought. Tricking her would be hilarious and awkward all around. He had in his mind to do it, it wouldn't hurt anyways. Paris stayed by the front window, secretly staring at it. Once he saw the blondie walk up he instantly ran off to the living room. The doorbell rang, after a few times his mom just looked at him. "I gotta piss, can you get that?" Hector laughed as his mother got up, sighing as her two sons had no motive to do anything today. "I swear Paris...." She spoke, mainly to herself as she approached the door. He hid out, watching with a shit faced grin on his face. "Who is it?" Hector asked, curious on what got him so gity. "Shut the hell up." Fixing her hair, his mom expected Helen... Only to see some strange woman outside. "Umm Hello! How may I help you?" Paris saw Eden's startled expression, instantly causing him to laugh hard. "Paris..?" She called out. He clenched his stomach as he kept laughing, heading towards them. "Momma... Hide yo pearls! She's gonna take them!" He rested his head on the door frame, trying to control his laughter. "Come in! Come in!" Paris winked as he pulled her hand and forced her inside the house. "Mom... I want you to meet my FIANCÉE..." He made sure to say that loud and proud, thinking a little lie would be hilarious "Eden Bennett. We met at our Parole officer's office." Instantly his mother's eyes widen, hector himself couldn't stop laughing. "See? Look at the ring!" He held her hand up, seeing multiple ones on her hand. "Uhhh....this one!" He said, pointing at a small diamonded one. "Good lord Paris...." His mother just flushed red, unsure if fainting or screaming would be appropriate. Paris looked over at Eden and smirked, it was worth it....

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