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leila ouahabi x reader r moves to manchester to be with her girlfriend, leila. manchester, however, is very different from barcelona where r grew up. it's an adjustment, and one that's taking it's toll on r. leila notices, and tries to make it better any way she can think of.

basically r has seasonal depression. very light angst, mostly fluff and leila being the sweetest girl in the world 🥰🥰

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Manchester was very grey. Of course you’d known that, but the reality of living it was something else entirely than hearing about it. Rainy and overcast could be cozy. Spending the occasional rainy day inside wasn’t something you minded living in Barcelona, but your move to Manchester had increased those rainy, overcast days.

It was your first winter there, the first time you’d be spending an extended period of time in Manchester. The first two years Leila had spent in England, you’d remained behind in Spain. Mostly because your career, your family, your whole life was in Barcelona. Except… it wasn’t. Two years passed of flying to Leila, and her flying to you, and you never got used to it. Never got used to waking up most days alone in the bed you used to share, cooking breakfast in the kitchen alone where she’d used to sing off key every morning. And after two years, and no indication that Leila was coming back anytime soon, you’d realized life was too short. There would be plenty of years in the future, after football, that you could spend with Leila in Spain. For now, though, you ached for her every day. For her infectious laugh, the lines by her eyes when she’d smile, the way she slept with her head shoved under her pillow instead of laying on top of it.

Leila had wanted you to come in the first place, yet understood it didn’t really make any sense for you. But as much as you missed Leila, every second of every day, she missed you more. She’d never ask you to move for her, but she needed you.

She’d cried when you told her you’d be moving to Manchester.

It was the end of May, one of the biggest months for your girlfriend and her team, and you’d taken time off work to go see her. The idea of moving to her had been swirling around in your head for a few weeks, and it slipped out one morning as she tried to extract herself from your embrace and leave for training.

“I just want to be with you. All the time,” she’d murmured.

And with very little grace and absolutely no planning, you’d replied.

“What if I moved here?”

First, it was disbelief you saw on her face. And then, when she was sure you were serious, large tears welled in her eyes as she tackled you back down onto the bed, shoving her face into the crook of your neck and repeating over and over that there wasn’t anything she wanted more than that.

Leila had been late to training that day, and you’d made the move in July.

The first month was perfect. August and September, as well. October brought colder weather, more rain, more clouds. November was where it really started to go downhill. Leila was away with City and with the national team for what felt like half the month, and you were just… there.

There, in Manchester, with only your job to keep you busy. Very few friends outside of Leila’s football ones. It seemed lonely, more than anything. You didn’t realize what it really was until it was already happening, until you’d slipped back into a place you hadn’t been in since you were an overly angsty teenager.

Every day was harder than the last, the ones without Leila being the absolute worst. But you couldn’t let her see, couldn’t let her know. Your sweet, sweet Leila would be crushed with guilt. She’d try to move teams or scientifically alter the climate in England. You didn’t want her to feel bad; it wasn’t her fault the weather had an alarming impact on your mental health.

So, when Leila was home, you were fine. You were good, because you had to be. You laughed at her jokes and let her put on a film in the evenings after dinner knowing full well she would start kissing your neck within 10 minutes, and the movie would be forgotten.

When she was gone, you let yourself crumble. Staying in bed longer than was socially acceptable, wallowing in the oppressive weight that had settled on your chest. And when she’d get back, you’d make yourself pull it together. It was a cycle, one that began in November, and by December, one that you weren’t sure how to get yourself out of.

The thing was, you were so busy acting fine that you forgot to make sure Leila actually believed that you were.

—

Leila had been gone all weekend. An away game in London and an issue with their return trip kept her gone an extra day, but finally she was due home. The weekend for you had been… well, what had become averagely terrible. Most of it had been spent doing absolutely nothing, all the while your mind raced with all the things you should have been doing. You simply didn’t have enough energy for any of those tasks, though, the exhaustion you felt bone deep and paralyzing.

A few hours before Leila was due home, though, you dragged yourself off the couch. If there was one motivator, one thing that could get you out of your head, it was that Leila couldn’t find out. She just couldn’t.

You weren’t sure she’d get it, to start with. Leila was… Leila. Sunshine and smiles and laughter, all the time. Even when you weren’t dealing with depression, Leila’s social battery could long outlast yours. She’d go out and do something social with friends every day if she could. You’d never been that way, needing time to recharge between work and… work the next day.

Before Leila, you didn’t do things on weeknights. But Leila brought you out of your shell, and you found yourself craving more time with others, as long as she was there too.

So as much as you were beyond sure that your girlfriend would work tirelessly to understand where your head was at, you didn’t think she could. You didn’t think she’d be able to listen to you explain what was going on and not try to fix it. It wasn’t that you didn’t want Leila’s help; it was that you knew she’d give you a million suggestions that you wouldn’t physically be able to bring yourself to do. And she wouldn’t get that, you were sure.

Leila couldn’t fix this, so there was no reason to burden her with it at all. As much as you wanted her comfort, you couldn’t push your problems on her when she wouldn’t have the answer.

So, you cleaned the whole house in two hours flat. Changed the sheets, vacuumed behind the couch, and made dinner. By the time Leila arrived home, the house was perfect. Nothing out of order, nothing to suggest you’d spent the whole weekend on the sofa crying or sleeping or just staring at the wall.

Of course, Leila could see it on your face the moment she saw you. The bags under your eyes, the way you seemed to drown in her clothes.

She swept you into a hug, tucking her face into your neck and felt you sag against her.

Your hair was damp and smelled like her coconut shampoo, and you were mumbling something about dinner and watching a movie, but all Leila could think about was the way you melted into her hug, and the look in your eyes as she’d come through the door. Relief, and exhaustion. Deep, all encompassing exhaustion.

Gently, she nudged you back a little, her eyes locking on yours as she studied you.

“Are you okay, my love?” Leila asked softly, her expression warm and inviting.

For a second, Leila thought you might tell her what was going on. Your expression wavered a bit, but you blinked hard and forced a smile, leaning in to peck her lips.

“I’m fine! Excited to have you back.”

It was a lie Leila could see right through, but if she knew anything about you, it was that you were too stubborn for your own good. Leila could push and push, ask and ask, but you wouldn’t tell her what was going on until you felt ready. There wasn’t anything she could do about that, so she just nodded, pulling you back in by your wrist and kissing you much more fervently.

By the time you broke apart, there was a dazed look in your eyes, but a different kind from before. Satisfied, your girlfriend tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Did you say something about dinner?”

It took a minute for the question to process, your mind suddenly overcome with the softness of Leila’s lips, the little sliver of abdomen peeking out from her crop top, her slightly tousled hair. She was so pretty. You never got used to it.

“Uh… yes. Yes, dinner. I made dinner.”

With a grin, Leila grabbed your hand in hers and pulled you towards the kitchen.

“It smells so good, amor. Like the best thing I have ever smelled!”

You rolled your eyes at her enthusiasm, heading towards the stove to take the pot off the burner. As you rounded the kitchen island, though, you stumbled, foot catching on the trash bag sitting on the floor. Leila was across the room like she had super speed, steadying you before you could really come close to falling.

The trash. You hadn’t taken it out earlier like you’d meant to. The house wasn’t perfectly in order. And god, neither were you. The façade you were putting on crumbled within a second, all the time you’d spent making sure you seemed fine meaningless.

It wasn’t really a big deal, that you’d forgotten to take the trash out. It was just the last straw of an horrible, overwhelmingly emotional weekend.

“I’ll take this out, if you want to pick a movie?” Leila said easily, oblivious to the way you were about to fall apart next to her.

Leila grabbed the bag, her back to you, pausing when you didn’t reply to her. Then, she heard a small sniffle. She knew that sniffle, knew it from when something bad happened to an animal in a movie and you tried not to openly weep. She dropped the trash bag, turning around with a furrowed brow.

“Cari?” Leila prompted softly, moving closer as she saw your lip begin to tremble. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

It was as if the question had unlocked a floodgate inside of you, and before you could even think to stop yourself, you were stumbling forward into Leila’s open arms, burying your face in her shirt.

“Hey,” she murmured, wrapping one arm tight around your midsection, and resting the other on the back of your head. “Hey, it’s okay, baby. Everything’s okay.”

Wordlessly, you shook your head against her, clinging on tighter because you honestly weren’t sure what would happen if she let go.

Leila wasn’t letting go, though. She tugged you in even closer, squeezing as she rocked the two of you back and forth gently. “I love you. I love you so much.” Her voice was barely a whisper in your ear, but it was exactly what you needed to hear from her. Because, god, you didn’t love yourself in that moment.

The tears began to stop much sooner than you were expecting, and Leila was turning off the stove and leading you into the living room within a few minutes. You moved away from her to sit on the sofa, but she shook her head, sliding onto the couch and pulling you to lay directly on top of her.

One of her hands slipped up the back of your shirt, fingers tracing mindless patterns into your skin. She cradled your head with her other hand, making sure you stayed as pressed close to her as you could be. Leila held you like she could make everything better just by doing so.

For a few minutes it was quiet. That was one of your favorite things about Leila; she was talkative and loud when she wanted to be, but she was also content to just… be with you. Just sit and let you gather your thoughts, no matter how long it took. Leila waited, more patiently than you thought you deserved.

Finally, you found your voice. “I’m sorry.”

Leila scoffed, and you were sure she’d have flicked you if you hadn’t just been crying.

“I do not accept, because you have nothing to be sorry for.”

“You just got home and–”

“And nothing, baby,”

“ –and I fall apart because I’m a disaster,”

“ You aren’t a disaster!”

“ –and you have to deal with me and you shouldn't have to,” you finished despite Leila’s interruptions. You pulled away from her embrace, sliding off her body onto the soft next to her.

Her lips were pressed into a thin line when you looked at her, frustration radiating off her. It was such a departure from her normal temperament that you forgot entirely if you had anything else to apologize for. Instead, you just stared into her deep brown eyes, waiting for her to say something.

“I… I don’t deal with you. You are not a problem I have to solve. I love you, it isn’t a burden for me to be there when something is wrong, when you are upset.” Leila’s voice was practically trembling with conviction, so you reached out and grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze. It was obvious that it hurt her for you to feel this way, for someone she loved and cherished to put such little value in themselves.

“I know that, Lei. I know, I’m sorry. I’m just not myself.”

Your girlfriend softened, then, her spare hand tugging at the ends of her ponytail like she always did when she was nervous. “Why aren’t you yourself, hmm? What’s going on?”

And though you’d spent the whole weekend thinking about it, the whole month practically wallowing in it, there weren’t any words in your head that would convey the weight that you felt resting on your chest.

“I… I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to say it.”

“Is… do you want to break up?” Leila asked quietly, the tremble of her voice matching that of her chin when you snapped your head to look up at her. This was always what she defaulted to, and you should have known better than to speak so ambiguously. Leila loved so hard, so deeply, she often worried it was too much. She worried it would drive you away from her, as if you’d ever grow tired of her adoration.

“Leila, no. Never. It’s not that, you’ve not done anything wrong.” You reassured her the best you could, brushing a soft strand of pin straight hair away from her forehead. Leila released a deep breath, concern returning to replace fear in her eyes.

“Then what is it? You’ve been off for weeks.”

You shifted uncomfortably, hating that you hadn’t been as good at hiding it as you thought. “I think I’m depressed.” You admitted finally, staring down at your hands as you began to pick at your cuticles. Leila’s hand covered yours almost immediately, her other gently tilting your chin until you had no choice but to make eye contact.

“You think?” Leila pressed. “Or you are?”

It was just like Leila to make you be as vulnerable as you could be, but you couldn’t deny it was one of the things you loved about her. The way she always saw through your futile attempts to write off your emotions as only partially valid.

“I am.” Voice no more than a whisper, you shrugged helplessly, tears stinging your eyes once again. “I don’t really know what happened. I haven’t felt like this in years, but suddenly I’m here and it’s– I don’t know.”

Leila’s eyebrows furrowed. “Here? Do you think being here has something to do with it?”

At this, you averted your eyes entirely, pulling your hand out of her and staring at a spot on the rug, where the design swirled into several different colors.

“Amor, you can tell me.” Leila implored. “Please. Is it England? Being away from your family? Your friends? Your new job? Do you not like the apartment?”

Finally, you raised your eyes back to your girlfriends, finding a desperate need to fix looking back at you. Exactly what you hadn't wanted.

“No. I mean, I miss my family and my friends but I’m so happy to be here with you. I like my job, I love our apartment. It’s…”

“What, baby?”

It suddenly felt so ridiculous. So stupid. What were you supposed to say? The clouds are making me sad, Leila. The rain makes me want to curl into a ball in our bed and never get up again. The weather in this country is draining all the happiness from my body.

“It’s the weather. The clouds and the rain. And the cold. I just… I never want to leave the apartment. I never want to go anywhere because it’s terrible out, so I don’t go anywhere and then I feel terrible about myself. I miss the sun, Leila. It’s so stupid, that it’s having this much of an affect on me, but I don’t know what to do anymore. I feel like I’m losing myself.”

“Oh, baby.” Leila sighed, uncrossing her legs so she could pull you in close to her chest. “That’s not stupid, not at all. That’s a real thing, a completely real thing that you are dealing with.”

And though you’d known that, it felt like a weight off your chest to hear Leila say it. You allowed yourself to relax into her, allowed yourself to feel the weight of your emotion in her presence in a way you hadn’t in a long time.

“There are so many things we can try to help you. We can find you a psychologist, and get you back to Spain for some sun more often. We’ll fix this, amor, I promise. We’ll get you back to yourself.”

Leila’s words were mumbled into the top of your head, and you found them more comforting than you were expecting. Even if you’d known she’d try to fix it… even if you hadn’t wanted that. Leila was going to help you, and that was a massive comfort. You nodded into her chest, gripping tight to her shirt in a way you hoped would convey how grateful you were to her.

The two of you sat there in silence for several minutes, wrapped up together so tightly you weren’t sure where you ended and where Leila began. It all felt less heavy just then, more manageable. You knew, though, that telling Leila what was going on was only the start of the process.

—

The next day was a good one; the sun had emerged from its cloud prison for the first time in weeks, and you’d gone for a run. As much as you hated to admit it, the exercise helped, as did the sunlight. Leila had been gone before you’d woken, though you thought you remembered waking just barely to a soft kiss pressed to your head and sweet words whispered into your ear.

It was a recovery day for Leila, and she was meant to be getting treatment down on her calf anyway, which had been giving her some trouble. She should have been home just before noon, just as you’d arrived home from your run. As it was, you’d had time to shower and make the two of you lunch before Leila walked in the door, a full hour after she was supposed to get home.

You weren’t suspicious or anything, mostly just curious where she’d been. The question didn’t even have time to leave your mouth before it was answered, though, Leila practically bounding into the kitchen holding a bulky box in her arms.

“Hi my love!” She grinned, putting the box down on the counter and sweeping you into a hug. Leila spun the two of you around, pressing kisses all over your face as you laughed, the flutter of her lips tickling your skin.

“Hi, Lei,” you replied, Leila finally halting her attack on your face so she could kiss you once on the lips.

“Hi.” She murmured against your mouth. “I missed you.”

“You were gone for like… 4 hours.” You chuckled, winding your arms around the back of her neck and pressing yourself closer to her even as you teased her.

“Still missed you.” Leila smiled, her face overwhelmingly earnest and adoring. “I got you a present!”

“No, did you?” You teased, nodding at the large box sitting just inches away from you.

Leila just rolled her eyes, shoving you lightly as she reached for the box and tore it open.

“It’s a light therapy box! You sit in front of it, and it shines on your face, and it’s supposed to feel like the sun!”

Leila was so excited, yanking the rectangular light out of the box and presenting it to you with a flourish. Your heart melted, knowing then that Leila had stayed up long after you’d gone to sleep, doing research to try to figure out how to make you feel better.

It was funny, that you’d been worried about her trying to fix you before. Leila wasn’t trying to fix you, and you weren’t sure how you’d thought she'd do so. Your girlfriend just wanted to help. Help wasn’t fixing. It was just what a good partner did.

“Thank you, Lei. Really.”

Leila blushed adorably, pushing hair out of her face as she smiled at you. “Do you want to try it?”

Lunch sat on the counter behind you, but it wasn’t getting cold, and the hopefulness radiating off your girlfriend was enough to have you nodding enthusiastically. The next second, Leila had to light in one hand, and your hand in the other, yanking you towards the living room.

For just a second, you thought that if her love could cure you, you’d never have gotten to this point. But you had. Love couldn’t cure you, but it could help. And Leila was determined to help.

—

The light therapy box wasn’t the only thing Leila got you, but her other gift wouldn’t be ready for a few more weeks, until the two of you were home from spending Christmas with your families in Spain, before returning to England for New Year’s Eve.

The time you spent in Spain was perfect. More than perfect. You got to see your family, got to enjoy the warmth. Well, it wasn’t warm by some standards, but it definitely was now that you’d spent time away from Barcelona. More than anything, you got to spend pretty much every second with Leila. No football to interrupt, no media commitment, no national team. Just you and Leila, spending every day together however you wanted to.

As such, your mood had improved. It wasn’t perfect; you could still feel the echo of the deep exhaustion lingering in the peripheral of your brain. You were deeply dreading going back to Manchester and falling back into the pit of depression you’d found yourself in not too long ago. It terrified you, that things could get bad again and you wouldn’t be able to fix it. That this was just how you were now, how you would be for the rest of your time spent in Manchester.

You could go to therapy and let Leila sit you directly in front of the light box as much as you wanted. There were certain aspects of your life in Manchester, though, that just meant loneliness. And that was what got you more than anything else.

Unbeknownst to you, though, Leila had been considering this exact point. The two of you had talked it over, talked it to death why you were feeling the way you were. You maintained that it was just the weather, but Leila could tell you were lying. Could tell that her unavoidable absences at times were really taking their toll on you.

And, ever the helper, Leila had come up with an idea.

—

“Shh.” Leila whispered. “Stop meowing, you’re going to spoil the surprise.”

While you slept in, Leila allowed herself to be impulsive, something she often fought in the name of being a responsible adult. It was mid morning, the day after you’d arrived back in Manchester from Spain, and Leila had snuck out to retrieve her idea.

A small, white and black kitten, with ears too big for his body and the biggest eyes Leila had ever seen on a kitten. She’d almost cried when she saw him for the first time, the sheer level of adorableness emanating from the little kitten. Leila had known in an instant he was perfect for you, a little buddy to be here when she couldn’t.

She’d gone to get him while you were still asleep, picking him up from the shelter and stopping to buy about half the pet store on her way back. The kitten would have no shortage of toys or treats, that was for sure. But now, as she crept into the house with the kitten curled up in her arms against her chest, she began to get nervous.

What if you didn’t want a cat? You loved your friends' cats, had talked about getting a pet before, but… maybe you’d changed your mind? She should have asked you first.

It was too late now. Mostly because she’d already adopted the kitten, and partially because she was attached, too. This was her kitten, even if they’d only really known each other for an hour or so. All she could do was pray you thought this was a good idea, or she’d be stuck with a kitten she adored and a girlfriend who was furious.

The small kitten mewed again, and Leila froze, just a few feet from the partially shut bedroom door.

“Shh, pequeño. We have to make sure she likes you before she finds out how noisy you are.” Leila whispered, peppering kisses onto the top of the little guy’s head. He pawed at her face in response and she giggled, before slapping a hand over her mouth.

“Lei? Are you… laughing to yourself?” You called, having woken just a few minutes prior and heard your girlfriend mumbling to herself. “And did you meow?”

“Um… I have a surprise.” Leila called back, still not moving any closer to the bedroom. She was using the voice she used when she spilled an entire mug of coffee on the white carpet in the living room, and you were suspicious instantly.

You sat up, eyes wide with surprise. A surprise… that meows. It didn’t take a genius.

“Come in here and show me.”

It was silent for a moment, before Leila took a deep breath and moved closer, gently pushing the door open.

“Oh… oh my god.” You breathed, scrambling out from under the covers and moving closer to your girlfriend. “Is that a cat?!”

Leila nodded nervously, holding the kitten out to you with both hands. “Surprise?”

It was clear to you that Leila had not entirely thought this through, the anxiety on her face speaking for itself. Expression still unreadable, you took the kitten into your arms, almost cooing at how he snuggled into you, apparently sleepy from giving Leila a hard time earlier.

“I… I know I should have asked you first. But I also know you hate being alone here, and I’m gone so often right now, and I just thought not being here by yourself might help. I should have asked first.” Leila spoke rapidly, hands gesturing wildly as she spoke.

You weren’t really sure what to say. Leila was known to do impulsive things, absolutely more of a ‘don’t ask permission, ask forgiveness’ kind of person, but you’d never expected her to do this. On the other hand, though, Leila was right. Absolutely right, and you’d been thinking about how to bring the idea of getting a pet up to her. Apparently, you hadn’t needed to worry about it.

In your arms sat the sweetest, most adorable kitten you’d ever seen in your life, purring softly as you gently rubbed his head. And standing just across from you was the sweetest, most thoughtful person you’d ever met in your life; how could you be mad at her?

“You should have talked to me first.” You began, softening as Leila cringed and nodded, quiet apologies spilling out from her. “But this… this is kind of perfect, Lei. I was thinking about asking you how you felt about getting a pet. And this guy… he’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Leila exhaled, relieved as if she’d been told the world had narrowly avoided a nuclear crisis.

“Oh thank god. I don't know what I was thinking. one second, I just wanted to help you feel better, and the next… I was buying a cat.”

Your girlfriend seemed genuinely baffled at her own actions and you couldn’t help but laugh, tucking the kitten under one arm and lifting the other, gesturing Leila closer. She scooched in, slouching herself down so she could tuck her face into your neck.

“I love you.” She murmured. “I just want you to feel good, to be happy.”

You tilted your head so you could kiss her temple, overcome with how very loved Leila made you feel.

“You make me very happy, Lei. Thank you.”

Leila just held you tighter, thinking she’d buy every cat in the world if this was your reaction. She’d buy anything, do anything, to see such a happy smile on your face.

—

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rebee-sweetie · 1 year ago

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A/N: I’ve had this smut idea on my mind for a while and I’ve come to share! So, here’s my take on a reader with a bird-like quirk. As always MDNI! 18+

Bakugo x Bird Quirk Reader

Word count: 3.5k

You’re a Pro-Hero in your mid-20s who is good friends with Bakugo, Kiri, and Deku. Part of your quirk was inherited by your parent, the appearance of a mourning dove. Beautiful light grey wings with an underlay of white feathers. Soft eyes like a dove with a voice to match. You’ve acquired the nickname ‘Angel’ from your innocent-looking appearance, making the endearing nickname your hero name.

The season was springtime in Japan, with light rainfall continuance. The forecast predicts the same weather day by day, rainy and gloomy. The rain would’ve been nice, the gentle patters against the glass of your condo. The dark, heavy rain clouds make for perfect napping weather. Not for you though, oh no, your quirk made spring miserable for you. Mating season was just around the corner and it was apparent.

So, there you lay in your bed, fluffing the pillows, bunching up the blankets, and nesting your bed for the upcoming season. Drenching shirts with sweat from the heat within your body, it felt like a hazy fever you couldn’t seem to shake. Constant flush to your cheeks and a lustful glimmer to your dilated pupils. Each spring the need to find a mate becomes stronger and stronger. It screamed at you ‘Give in, Give in.’ Avian instincts were becoming more and more feral. Desire clawing from the inside out. So, you stayed inside your condo, doing your best not to succumb to your instincts and jump the bones of the first man you saw. Patrols had become far too difficult, being around the opposite sex making you lust drunk. The last patrol you had gone on was last week.

The cold rain pelting against your burning skin. Walking alongside Dynamite and Deku, patrolling the streets in the late evening. Streetlights illuminate the black asphalt and the cool mist in the air. At first, it wasn’t terrible to bear, finding things on the patrol to keep busy with. Scanning your surroundings with sharp precision. But as the evening progressed, the streets were quiet. The only sounds are the gentle splashes of rain and the howling wind tunnels in the alleyways. The quiet sounds would be broken up every once in a while, by a passing car ripping through the puddles in the street. As the mist grew thicker and the rain got heavier, so did the need for passion.

You’d find your eyes drifting shamelessly to the bulking muscles of the two men on either side of you, becoming consumed by the idea of being bred and held by thick, muscular arms. All three of you drenched head to toe in the cold, bitter rain. But all you felt was hot, your body being consumed by an unquenched fire. Thighs uncomfortably rubbing each other to find some friction to ease the need. Your brain felt like mush, hot puffs of air gently rolling from your lips. Your eyes scanned the burly blonde walking in front of you now. Bakugo had grown quite large in his adult years, his bigger figure towering over your smaller one. The same could be said for Deku, both men having filled out with muscle and scars. Swallowing thickly as your eyes moved to his solid thighs, powerful enough to crush your body in two. His ass was toned and taught, a devilish thought of squeezing it came to mind. The rain droplets trailing down his exposed shoulder blades bringing images of nails digging into the flesh. Blood rushed to your face as you imagined what he could do to you. The small voice in the back of your head no longer being so quiet, the voice becoming like nails on a chalkboard. ‘Ride him. Ride him!’ The thought of grinding your pulsing cunt into the ripped muscles of Bakugo’s thigh eating you alive. That is until two thick digits were snapping in your face. Bringing you out of your dazed fantasy to the cold, harsh reality of the situation. Both Bakugo and Deku stopped in their tracks looking straight at you. Worry plastered on Deku’s face and annoyance flashed across Dynamite’s.

“The fucks’ goin' on with you?” Dynamite’s cold tone was more bitter than the wind. You could feel your entire body quivering as you stood there, a haze still clouding your mind.

“You don’t look so good, Angel. Maybe all the rain is starting to get to you… it might be a good idea for you to head on home before you catch a cold.” As Deku spoke up you finally were able to get a grasp on your consciousness.

You shook your head quickly, a pink tint spread across your cheeks and nose. “No… I’m fine. Let’s continue, we only have a few hours left until the next patrol group comes in.”

Bakugo’s nose scrunched up to meet his furrowed brow. His eyes practically glowed a deep crimson red in the gloomy night. His heavy boots thumped hard against the pavement as he approached you.

“Okay you idiot, you’re holding back! Spit it out.”

You locked eyes with the spiky-haired man, as he stepped closer to you. His body shielded you from the rain as he loomed over your smaller figure. You had to crane your neck to keep eye contact. His eyes vibrant with a deep color. The heat radiating off his chest finding its way to your face.

“You’re off your damn game Angel.” He grabbed your cheeks pulling your face closer to his, eyes trained on your own, searching for an answer. His large gloved appendage was rough on the soft skin.

“Me? I hate the rain, it makes me fuckin’ miserable. But you? tch, you love the rain. All fuckin’ smiley n’ shit. I usually hate it, but now you acting all damn weird is pissin' me off.”

His voice, was deep and rough, as he squinted down to you. His brow cocked upward, awaiting an answer. But all you could get out were scammers, as his expensive cologne mixed with the smell of wet asphalt and filled your nose. Your eyes were pleading with his, practically begging him to drop the conversation altogether. But all he did in response was scoff, turning on his heel with his arms behind his head.

“Whatever, you damn bird, figure your fuckin’ shit out.” You silently counted your lucky stars and tried to behave the rest of the patrol.

After that, you canceled the rest of your patrols for the next week. Faking up a cough and blaming it on the freezing, wet weather. Leading into the predicament of the present time, pretending to be sick as your desires become harder and harder to contain. Since then Bakugo has tried to reach out and get a hold of you but you let all the texts go unread and the phone calls straight to voicemail. You already knew that Katsuki wasn’t buying your sad bullshit story. He knew something was up, he was too sharp not to. You on the other hand didn’t want to mess up what was good. The friendship you had managed to build with him from your high school days felt so fragile. One wrong move would make the entire relationship crumble, at least that's how it felt. No matter how much you wanted him, you couldn’t allow everything to fall into shambles, he simply meant too much. You didn’t have a chance anyway, he’d bring random women home from bars and clubs. Each one a one-night stand and then nothing, he’d leave them high and dry. That type of pain would be unbearable, not to mention how torturous that would be during a mating season. One time simply wouldn’t be enough. You wanted him to be yours alone, whether it was your quirk talking or your deep dark feelings, you couldn’t tell anymore.

All you knew was that you needed release. Grinding your hips into the pillow, bucking your clit down to get friction. It wasn’t enough. Letting out a frustrated and uncomfortable whine, flopping face down onto the cushy mattress. Something needed to give, and it needed to give now. Shoving a hand under the waistband of the soft underwear as the fabric stuck to your wet cunt. Using the other hand pushing the fabric to the side and slip two fingers inside your plush walls. Whimpering as you began to work your hands into your sex. The rain began to downpour and the sounds pelting the window drowned out your grunts and groans. Then there were three booming knocks. Body locking up at the sound of your front door being berated. Your name echoed through the condo by a familiar voice.

“You think you can fuckin' ignore me? Don’t. take. me. lightly. Open this fuckin’ door damn it!” the last two words being emphasized by three more loud thuds.

Your eyes darted to where the noise had echoed from, your body moving on its own accord. Feet gently pattering against fluffy carpet. Slowly reaching toward the handle of the front door, panting in your lustful haze.

‘Just a taste… only a small taste… He’ll do quite nicely…’ the voice echoing through your ears.

You were too far gone at this point, nothing holding back the sexual desire racing through your veins. Twisting the handle to let the hall light pour into the void that was your entryway, blinking frantically to adjust to the brightness. Then make out the man standing before you. His face was dark and fuming. Ruby eyes sparkling with the most intense color you’ve ever seen. You’d have been intimidated any other time, had you been in control. But you weren’t, eyes half-lidded with a thick hazy lust. Something he’d never seen from you. Now it was his turn to admire the view. Your hair was frantic and stuck to your forehead as sweat trickled down the sides of your face. An old oversized t-shirt and a light blue thong squeezing the skin on your hips. Plush, soft thighs exposed with your slick arousal dripping down the inner fat. Your cheeks flushed pink, panting like a feline in heat.

“Holy shit-“

You took the opportunity to roughly grab his wrist while he was taken aback. Yanking him inside into shrouded darkness as you slammed the door shut behind him. Your lips immediately crashed into his, handing flying up into his hair, scratching at his neck and scalp. The kiss became heated and more intense. When Katsuki finally came to his senses he had you pinned to the wall. Nothing needs to be said, Katsuki catching on very quickly to the situation at hand. Squeezing his rough hands into the thick skin on your ass. Groaning into your mouth as his hands sunk into the flesh. In one quick motion, the slap that landed on your ass echoed in the room, getting a gentle gasp from you and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue deep into your mouth. Fighting for dominance and domain from your own. In a matter of moments, his shoes were off, belt unbuckled, and tank top thrown into the abyss of the room, all while carrying you to your bed. Not once breaking contact. Once in the room, he threw you onto the makeshift nest you had made of your bed. A devilishly cocky smile plastered on his face.

“You know Angel, I always wondered if you had a mating season.” His eyes flickered with something you’d never seen before ruby eyes becoming more of a wine color, “Seems like you do. You’re in an awful bad way, Sweetheart.” His words lingered as his eyes shot down to look at the pooling mess between your legs.

The low husky rasp of his voice was sinful. His deep, rumbling chuckle even more so. Your pitiful state was bringing out a beast. Slowly he crawled on the bed, moving on top of your quivering body. Removing the t-shirt to reveal the ample bosom underneath. Then slide down the curves of your sides to the cotton fabric hugging your hips. His thick thumb grazed over the drenched cloth formed to your sensitive lips. Your hips jolting from the new sensation. Quickly he discarded them and slowly dragged his index through the puffy folds covered in your slick. A quiet whine fell from your lips as your legs trembled. He rubbed gently with his thumb on the bundle of nerves while sliding in two of his thick digits painfully slow. You writhed under his touch, desperate to be filled up by something, anything. A moan parting from you as you felt full. Throbbing around his fingers from absolute need. He slowly began to move and curl his thick digits from inside you, rubbing a little harder on the very swollen nub. Gasping and moaning from the pleasure consuming you. His grin only growing wickedly bigger as he used his free hand to pinch and pull at your nipples. Making your body jolt and stare at him with wide eyes from the unexpected feeling.

“Fuck- you look so pretty like this… I want to hear you beg for me, Angel. I want to see just what this sexy body of yours can do.”

His lips moved to your other nipple, sucking on it, gently pulling on it with his teeth. His long, skilled fingers curled inside you finding that sweet spot in your velvet walls. Bucking your hips into his fingers as his pace increased but only a little. A tight knot starting to become apparent in your core.

“F-fuck… Katsuki! I- I need more! Please, faster!”

Katsuki’s lips tugged into a smile against your flesh as he picked up the pace. Humming in satisfaction at the words. He moved his lips to your ear as his soft lips brushed at the lobe. The hot air makes the hairs on your neck stand on end.

“Tell me Angel…. Just how bad do you want me?”

Your head was swimming, so close to your impending release, heartbeat banging against your eardrums.

“Ah- Kat- Suki! I’ll die without you! P-please! Let me cum!” The words came out strained and needy. Grabbing at the tense biceps, nails digging into his flesh.

Within an instant, the heat building in your core snapped. Eyes rolling back as an intense orgasm rolled through you. Your gummy walls clamped down around Katsuki’s fingers hard. Pulling a wolf whistle from the man looming over you.

“Fuck sweetheart, this pussy is so damn tight. I can’t wait to feel you cum on my cock.”

But the words were drowned out by the white noise ringing in your ears, just barely coming down from the high he had sent you on. Katsuki’s cock thumping like it had its own heartbeat. Quickly undoing his pants with one hand while sucking on your sweet juices with the other. His eyes locked with yours, and his mouth made a hollow ‘pop’ sound as his fingers left the suction. As he freed himself, kicking off the pants to be lost under the bed, his veiny cock was twitching, pre was beading up on his angry head. In one quick motion, his arm was lodged under the small of your back, flipping you to be stomach. Your plump butt up in the air. His calloused hands grabbed roughly into the fat on your hips. Grinding his aching cock between your ass cheeks. You whimpered as he teased your entrance with just the tip.

“Tell me again Angel, just how bad do you want me?”

“I need you- I breathe you Katsuki- no one compares to you, please, I'm gonna die if I can't have you right now.”

That’s all it took, as you uttered the last word, he shoved his length deep inside the walls that sucked him in. A loud moan escaping you echoed throughout the room. Panting like a bitch trying to keep cool all while biting the pillow in your grasp. He couldn’t hold back anymore, slamming his hips into yours shoving your body forward with each strong thrust. He needed you just as badly as you needed him in this moment. Your hands grab at the sheets, nails ripping a hole in the soft cotton. Each thrust forces moans out, eyes unable to focus from the sheer pleasure surging through your body. You were on fire, feeling full from his length. His pelvic bone began to bruise the soft, delicate skin, from the rigorous motion. His veins rub against the spongy muscle group deep inside you. Shifting his hips to go deeper, pushing down on your back to arch you farther. The tip of his head kissing the sweet spot by your cervix, slamming into it with such force. You were seeing stars, hips bucking to meet his thrusts. His groans and grunts played like music to your ears. He hunchs over you to grab your earlobe with his sharp canines.

“Ha- your cunt is so fuckin' tight. You feel so good and you take me so well…” his raspy voice made your pussy clench evoking a moan from his beautiful lips. “If I’d have known how good you felt, I would’ve had you pinned to a bed sooner.”

His thrusting became more sporadic as he felt himself get closer to his high and you could feel your climax creeping up on you. A knot forming in your core again, this time even bigger. You were panting, moaning so loudly you would’ve felt embarrassed if you weren’t so high on pleasure. Your knees threatened to give way as they trembled. The sound of his heavy balls slapping against your sensitive clit. The sounds of sex were lewd and the smell of sweat and musk filled the room. A screaming moan ripped up from your throat as he slammed his hips into yours at the right angle. The knot in the stomach snapped once again, the orgasm more intense than the last. You could’ve sworn you saw God as your vision went white. He snaked an arm around you as your body convulsed, holding you up so you didn’t collapse onto the bed.

“That’s right baby, I’ve got you, ha- cum for me.”

Clamping down around Katsuki, milking an orgasm out of him. Hot, thin ropes of cum being fucked deep inside you. His grunting and cursing were intense as he rode out his high. Filling you to the brim with his length and seed, dripping white from your abused hole.

“Holy- holy fucking shit-“ He panted out, trying to catch his breath. “You fucking milked my damn cock. Shit.”

After a few more breathless moments, he pulled out, grabbing you falling onto the bed, and pulling you on top of his broad chest. Stroking the sweaty strands of your hair as your body shivered every so often with the weakened waves of your orgasm. You nuzzled your nose and face into his neck, finally becoming more conscious of the situation, face burning with embarrassment.

“Oh- oh my- I’m so- I’m so embarrassed…” The words came out meek and small, the way you felt in his powerful arms. “I didn’t mean to get you involved… I’m so sorry…”

You were overwhelmed. The feeling of relief from your needs being satisfied to the feeling of shame from using one of your dearest friends in such an intimate manner.

“Haaah? You honestly think I would’ve done this if I didn’t want to? When have I ever half-assed somethin’?” He pulled you to eye level, squinting with a frown tugging on his lips. “Believe it or not Angel, I like you and I like you a lot. Don’t think I didn’t see how you were drooling over me during our last patrol.”

You squeaked at the comment, not able to keep your glaze locked as you covered your face with your hands. But he easily peeled them away.

“Is this how you are every spring? Is this where you go? You disappear for a while because you need fuckin' bred?”

Your ears burned from the lack of tact in the comment,

“Not bred! Not bred… birds don’t breed like animals… we look for mates, I don’t need a kid, I need dick. There’s a difference…”

His chuckle came out airy as his eyes softened just slightly,

“A mate eh?” A hum rumbled his Adam’s apple, as he thought for a moment,

“I could be your mate if it means I get to experience that sweet pussy some more.” Moving his large hand to stoke your cheek. A cheeky smile finally broke out on his face. “How about it Sweetheart? I’ll make it worth your while. Dick you down real good.”

You found yourself nuzzling back in this neck, feeling bashful. Running your nails along his hot and sweaty skin. Your voice a gentle whisper against his earlobe.

“I want you Katsuki, more than anything, but I don’t want you to leave me when my mating season is over. I don’t want to get hurt… So if you want this too, take me on a date.”

His stroking stopped and he tensed for a moment, processing the words. Your breath hitched awaiting his response. A pit sank to your stomach as the silence brought you unease.

“All you had to do was ask, idiot. Except this isn’t exactly how I imagined this. I was supposed to be the one asking you out.”

Pulling you closer, gently ruffling your soft feathers. A soft sigh expelled from his lungs. His heartbeat thumps slowly against your skin. Cuddling you close in the makeshift nest you had made, pressing a small kiss on the top of your head. Closing his eyes as the rain started to lighten up on the window. Lighting lit up the room and thunder crackled through the sky as it followed shortly after.

“Wear somethin’ nice Angel, ‘m takin' you out tomorrow evening.”

#bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou smut #katsuki x you #Bird quirk #mating season #Bakugo aged up #The Avian Mates

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abbysimsfun · 3 months ago

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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 147 (Looking to the Future)

Heather's pregnancy progressed well into her second trimester. Changes in appetite and appearance were par for the course and she handled them like a seasoned pro. This baby would probably be her last, and she was grateful to be healthy, especially as construction on Buttercup Pet Clinic's remodel was well underway.

But between the spider bite in the jungle and the stress of Ash's kidnapping early in her pregnancy, good health felt like a blessing.

Conrad was always great help managing their household, and these days were no different. He walked the dog after work and spent time with the kids, giving Heather extra time to work with the architect and construction crew at her clinic.

While Ash was in San Myshuno for a weekend with the Landgraabs, the Gordons were surprised by a visit from the ghost of Boomer, Heather's white cat who died before Winterfest. Though most of the Gordons were now seasoned veterans when it came to ghosts, this was Lavender's first interaction with an ethereal being. She looked cautiously at the cat, but soon broke into giggles, leaning down to try to pat Boomer's head.

The encounter reminded Heather and Conrad not to keep Ben and Captain Whitaker waiting. Though their home was always busy and soon to be even more full, Heather brought it up the day before Ash was set to return from the city.

"Lavender loves all the pets," she said, pulling out her phone to check her schedule. "I have fewer appointments this week, and I think when Ash comes home we should go out to Deadgrass Isle with some ambrosia treats. We can leave Lavender with Hazel and Suri, but Ash should be there if he wants to be. After what you told me Rafa heard from Marco, I feel like I need to do everything I can to make him good, teach him empathy."

"We changed things," Conrad insisted. "He's not going to be whoever he was going to be."

"But he was kidnapped. Counselors say he seems fine, but what if the curse...? What if we can't change things?"

"What if nothing. The counselors are professionals, and they'd say if they thought anything was wrong."

Heather nodded. "I need you - and the counselors - to be right."

On a rainy Saturday in San Myshuno, Ash was hanging out with his father and sister Bridgette - but he was cornered, alone, by a figure he'd been attempting to avoid. He sneered at Marco's ghost, who left crystals of sand on the tiles beneath his feet. "What do you want? I don't want to help you!"

"I don't need your help! I've been trying to give you a message."

"I don't want to talk to you."

"If you don't, I'll never go away. If I don't tell you this, I'll never cross over."

"Fine. Say it or whatever."

"You've always been a brat, huh?" Marco curled his lip in frustration. "Look, in the future, you're the most celebrated college kid on the planet. You invented time travel."

"I...what?"

"That man from the future who's been all over the news? Emit Relevart only got here because you, a genius little shit, invent time travel before you turn twenty. At least you did. But we changed things."

"I'm not even ten. I don't know the first thing about time travel!"

"Maybe not now, but in one of your only interviews with the press, you said you became obsessed with the idea before high school and programmed the remote that first jumped through time for an extra credit project. You earned admiration, accolades, fame, and competition. But some people hate you for being the first, and others hate the thought of messing with time; they fear you for what you can do, and for your name."

"I haven't done anything!"

"You will! At least, you were supposed to, but taking you left you with a healthy fear of traveling through time, and I get it. That's my bad! But someone who's just as smart is out there right now hoping they'll be the one to discover time travel. They would have, if you hadn't done it first. They were close, but they're more careless than you. Since no one can get close to you - least of all Ximena - they're the one who sold her the faulty remote that got me killed."

"Who is it?"

"I'm not allowed to tell you that. I don't even think I know their real name, anyway."

"Not allowed by who?"

"The Grim Reaper! That bag of old bones broke a lot of rules to keep me here, and you don't even want to listen. But Grim won't walk me through to the other side until I tell you that you need to be the one to invent time travel or else it'll be too unstable."

"Why didn't Grim tell me himself?"

"He's not allowed to pass on last words, but we both agreed you needed to know this. The fabric of space and time is at stake here!"

"Maybe sims who mess with time travel should deal with it being unstable."

Marco growled and Ash peeled back in fear. "You don't get it. Time travel will be invented one way or another. Now that Emit's here, sims are intrigued. It's inevitable. Time travel will exist, but simanity can either do it the right way...or the wrong way."

"And I'm the right way?"

"Just barely." Marco shrugged. "I'm a bad guy, right? Bad guys want time travel, and everyone has an opinion about whether it messes with some grand design, but this is history we shouldn't mess with."

"Our friends, Felix and Lilith, are trying to make a time traveling device to help Emit find a time thief from the future. Can't they invent it instead? Then the other sim won't do it."

"You better help them, Ash Landgraab. History doesn't like to be changed too much, and I don't think they're going to do it without you."

Ash frowned. "How do you know? Why are you telling me this?"

The door opened with a click and Malcolm smiled at his son in the empty room. "Who are you talking to? And why is there sand on the floor? Where'd it come from?"

Ash looked nervously at his father. Marco had disappeared, and Ash suspected he'd never see him again, despite his unanswered questions. "Uh, Dad, can I tell you something?"

"Of course."

"Sometimes, I can see ghosts. Just now, I was talking to the ghost of the man who kidnapped me."

Malcolm laughed. "What do you mean?"

"I see ghosts. Real ghosts who died, just like I almost did when I was little."

Malcolm furrowed his brow. "How long have you known you see ghosts? Do your mother and Conrad know?"

Ash nodded. "They know ghosts aren't all scary, but they can't see as many ghosts as I can."

"What did you and the ghost talk about?"

"He said I still have to be the one to invent time travel or else it'll change the future too much."

Malcolm grinned. This all sounded too far fetched to be believed, but he played along with his creative son's often wild imagination.

"Is that all? We certainly wouldn't be disappointed to have a genius inventor in the family!" ->

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NOTE: Programming won the poll when I asked what skill Ash should max in his teens, and even though programming doesn't actually help with time travel via gameplay (yet?), it's all coming together with the plot!

#sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 legacy #sims in bloom #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #ts4 screenshots #sims 4 story #ts4 story #legacy challenge #sims legacy #ts4 legacy challenge #gen 2 #brindleton bay #malcolm landgraab #blast from the past event #san myshuno

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ferrstappen · 2 years ago

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surprise! we are a family l dad!Lando Norris x reader

a/n:thank you so so much to the anon who requested this because... I'm never leaving this idea.

pairing: Lando Norris x female!reader

genre: fluff <3

summary: this wasn't planned. you are basically children yourselves and why isn't getting pregnant at 24 not considered teen pregnancy? Now Lando is waiting to meet his baby and hoping he doesn't mess up.

Lando never thought he'd find himself holding your hand in the middle of the night, fighting the nerves and anxiety of your baby coming too son, three weeks earlier than expected.

He wondered if this was his first taste of fatherhood... His leg bouncing up and down while checking the small screen monitoring the baby's heartbeat; he didn't understand a single thing, but it looked stable and it sounded healthy for his ears. Still, his stomach felt like an endless pit of worries while thinking the baby wasn't supposed to arrive now, it was supposed to be delivered via c-section in three more weeks, just like both you and him had planned.

He also couldn't stop thinking about the long road to this moment.

After finishing university, Lando asked you to travel with him for the remaining of the season which hadn't even reached the 9th date, but you agreed and traveled with your boyfriend with no worries, no homework, no lectures, just you and him, trying to be his emotional support after every race, the pair of familiar eyes during every press conference, the warm embrace after every interview.

You were always so focused on him and his well being that it took Lando more than a good couple of seconds to realize you were throwing up in the bathroom of your shared hotel room, door closed but not locked, so he waited until he heard the water running and the sound of you brushing your teeth.

He asked you what happened, you answered your stomach had been feeling funny for the last couple of days, but today you just couldn't take it. Lando insisted the cause was the seafood you had eaten yesterday at the restaurant.

He didn't even let you kiss him until you brushed your teeth, not wanting to go anywhere near the taste.

The other scenario never crossed his mind; you were always careful, rarely not using a condom even if you were on a contraceptive. You never had a pregnancy scare or anything, always secure on the fact you and Lando were safe.

Anyway, some call it a miracle, others a mistake, whatever you choose, but when your mother suggested you take a pregnancy test just in case since your stomach wasn't the same, your head was everywhere and felt a bit weak during the day, you couldn't rule it out.

It was Interlagos, rainy and humid São Paulo, Lando had left very early for training and you managed to get to a pharmacy and get a test.

You wanted to think it was impossible, but you were too aware of the friend of a friend getting pregnant while on the pill, a friend of you cousin getting pregnant with the implant, a classmate still didn't know how it happened, but now the baby was two years old.

About an hour later, Lando walked into the hotel room, ready to take a shower and sleep, preparing for a busy Friday, but instead he found you sitting with your legs crossed on the bed, not noticing his entrance.

Lando didn't even say hello when he noticed the white stick and a white plastic.

"Please don't tell me you got Covid," That was the only thing on his mind, already too familiar with that test, but this time you stared up at him, trying to find the words.

I am pregnant. What the fuck are we going to do, Lando?

He asked if you were sure, if you were feeling okay, how was it possible, what were you supposed to do now, would your families kill you, would your dad ever speak to him again, should you have the baby or would it be irresponsible.

All those moments were behind as he stared at your scrunched face, teary eyes and messy hair as a contraction hit, but he wasn't able to find the words to help you, he just held your hand and kissed your forehead when you allowed him.

It went on during the entire night. Contractions getting stronger, pain getting sharper, his desperation more palpable whenever someone came in to check you and said there was no progress, you should keep waiting, first babies do this all the time and shit.

He doesn't know when it happened, but the doctor said they'd be taking you to the delivery room or something like that, the baby's heartbeat was decreasing and no signals of dilation or something else Lando didn't understand, but he was worried.

The fact the baby wasn't even born and he was already worrying, about you and the strong pains, the contortion on your face even as you were wheeled inside the sterile room and forced him to separate; worrying about his baby, the one neither you nor him wanted to know the sex and allowing your friends to bet hefty sums on it, maybe the baby didn't want to be out, maybe they were feeling everything going on... was that even possible?

The most extreme scenarios were playing on Lando's head right now.

He wasn't familiar and didn't enjoy this feeling, this helplessness, this preoccupation. Lando drove at high speeds for a living and understood the risks, but this was different, it wasn't his usual terrain and didn't like it.

The only thing he could do was text his mum, informing the things they were doing to you, what they said about the baby, and she reassured him, told him his dad had already spoken to the hospital director so every single person knew he wasn't just a racer, this baby was an heir, very beloved and very awaited.

His thoughts didn't make sense by the time a nurse checked if he had put on the sterile equipment correctly before letting him inside the operation room, where you already were laying with your arms spread, swollen belly visible and surrounded by people, a sterile screen impeding your sight.

this was the last time he was going to see the belly, the one he spent nights talking to, putting his ear to try and hear something, placing his hand to feel every move.

He caressed your hair the entire time, it felt like ages but it was maybe twenty or thirty or forty minutes? when he heard the loudest cry he had ever heard, followed by cheers of the medical personnel and someone asking him to cut the umbilical cord.

What?

But he did everything they asked after making sure you were okay, kissing your lips and clearing the tears from your cheeks, praising your strength, how he loved you even more than he did a couple of hours ago, how he was in awe of you.

"It" turned out to be a "she", not very much hair on her head as they handed her already dressed in the pastel yellow newborn onesie that was a bit big on her.

He couldn't stop staring at her, but still somewhat afraid to hold her for any reason besides handing her to you for feeding. She looked so comfy on the crib, so warm and so safe, he didn't want to break that.

But now you were finally catching some sleep after the surgery, and she looked like she wanted out of the plastic as her tiny fists moved around.

Lando didn't think twice, he instantly knew his daughter wanted to be held. Held by him, her dad.

"Come on, my sweet baby girl," Lando muttered as he accommodated her head on his arm, carefully walking towards the big rocking chair in the room, prepared for this situation.

He let his eyes see her, really contemplate his daughter, a creation by him and the love of his life.

Her tongue poked out, eyelashes carefully caressed her skin, her heart beating along with his.

He silently laughed in disbelief, this was his daughter. The smile on his face was too big, his cheeks were hurting as he carefully stretched his arm to take a picture of her, followed by a selfie of him holding her against his hoodie covered chest, wanting to let everyone know his baby girl arrived, healthy and beautiful.

F1 GRID 2023 OFFICIAL WHATSAPP GROUP

Lando Norris: Get your wallets ready...

Lando Norris: This is Amalia, second name to be discussed, Norris. and now I'm a fucking dad so you'll have to respect me.

He didn't expect many responses, knowing there were time differences and events, but instead he received an overwhelming amount of responses.

Pierre Gasly: fuck no Kika told me to bet on girl!!! Congratulations man, she is the most beautiful baby and cannot wait to meet her.

Fernando Alonso: mis felicitaciones a la familia!

Alex Albon: although I'm disappointed it's not a boy, I'm impressed by your work, never thought you'd be able to create such a gorgeous baby

Charles Leclerc: Congratulations to you and y/n, baby Amalia is gorgeous and already helped her uncle Charles bank account!

Lewis Hamilton: Blessings, my man

George Russell: I always knew it was a girl. Carmen and I are delighted, we are sending our best wishes to the new family!

Yuki Tsunoda: i was so sure it was a boy... congrats!

Estaban Ocon: Pay up, everyone!!! What a blessing she's healthy and has the coolest parents!! can't wait to see her in the paddock

Oscar Piastri: the most beautiful member of the McLaren family. big hug and congratulations to y/n and hope she has a good recovery! I guess you deserve a pat in the back too, congrats mate.

Max Verstappen: Looks like she sided with her favorite uncle, I always knew it was going to be Baby Amalia! She is so lucky to have you as parents and I can't wait to meet her.

Max Verstappen: come on sainz, show your face and pay up!!! I'm favorite uncle.

Carlos Sainz Jr: I don't know if I'm disappointed it's not a boy or crying because she looks like her mother and not like you!!

#lando norris one shot #lando norris au #lando norris fanfic #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris fluff #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x you #dad!lando norris #lando norris drabble #lando norris blurb #f1 x you #f1 fic #f1 x reader

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yandere-fics · 4 months ago

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♡ Reader Is Giving Rayna The Silent Treatment ♡

(I promise I will give other characters love soon, Rayna is new though so she gets spoiled. Also I like writing incest, sue me.)

You really liked the rain, quite a lot actually, you were constantly out there in your last life, a fact that Rayna should be well aware of considering she had apparently been watching you extremely closely in the past and you had been quite excited to be able to relieve the best rainy season in your whole life which had happened within the first year after you awakened. It was unlike any other you'd ever had in the territory, just perfect outside conditions. That dream had been completely shattered when Rayna had forbidden you from going outside to which you told her you were not going to talk to her until she let you go out in the rain and walked away. You felt a bit bad because her face sunk completely after that but you were sticking to your guns. Meanwhile Rayna was busy dying inside and wondering why rain even existed because it was vile and now her songbird wouldn't speak to her. No work even got done because she couldn't think clearly when you weren't speaking to her and she either had to let you go out and get sick or not hear your voice today! It was truly horrifying.

You meanwhile had the bright idea to lock yourself in the bedroom you'd been sleeping in before your marriage just for the extra bit of spite towards her which backfired tremendously when you woke up to Rayna pounded at that door begging you to come out already. You remained silent not wanting to give her the satisfaction but she quickly broke the door down, tears streaming down her face as she rushed towards you.

"My songbird, please speak to me." She knelt before you and squeezed your hands tightly as you shut your eyes so you wouldn't have to even look at her. She let out a growl and mumbled something you didn't hear properly. "My sweetheart, please, if I don't hear your voice I will kill people."

"Wait-" Your eyes flung open and you looked at her in a panic.

"I thought about killing all the servants in the house today, there was no point in this fancy house with staff if I can't hear you anyways." You realized she was serious and quickly leaned to hug her tightly.

"I'm sorry I won't ask to go outside in the rain again." Rain wasn't worth it if people died for it.

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere scenarios #tw.incest #my oc rayna

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saekkas · 2 years ago

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𝐎𝐇, 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐁 𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄

summary: itoshi rin has never been good at keeping secrets. this fact becomes increasingly clear when you catch him in the middle of his part time nightly activities of saving the world.

tags: f!reader, spiderman au, kissing, spiderman rin, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, stubborn rin, rin is touchy, hopeless fools in love

wc: 1.3k

prompts: "i'll carry you." + "when were you planning on telling me this?" + "you're not going alone." + "i'm coming with you whether you like it or not." + "i need to know if you're okay."

your childhood friend, itoshi rin, has always been stubborn. in elementary school, he insisted on giving his share of broccoli over to you every recess because he claims it'll finally trigger your growth spurt.

it never came even after eating his portions for a whole year, and you bickered every day because of it.

now, you're both turning 21, and he's still the same stubborn boy he was. the only difference is his height and the skintight spandex that now covers his face and muscular body.

"itoshi rin, put me down!"

your voice is shrill, your fists banging against his chest. he has you in his hold, one hand around your waist as he keeps you both suspended midair with a web in his other. "i swear! i'm going to tell your mother about this."

the rain drips into your eyes, blurring the image you have of him. you can't see his eyes, not with the mask covering them. you wonder how he's able to see from behind the horrid thing. you know he's going to scowl if you ask.

"ma'am." his voice sounds gruff from behind his mask, deeper than what you know it to be.

you roll your eyes, scoffing because the cover-up attempt is nothing but desperate. after all, if anyone would know the sound of his voice, it's you. "please be quiet, you might wake up the whole neighborhood."

"sir," you parrot, your tone drowning in sarcasm. "i think it's best to put me down before i punch your pretty face."

his silence does nothing to sway your glare, it only worsens it.

"ma'am-"

"quit it." the rain pelts against you both, and you eye him in anger and concern. you've seen the news, you know he's been soaked and drenched for the past two hours.

spiderman may be able to take a punch but rin, your best friend who sneezes every second when rainy season comes along, has always had a weak immune system. "i know it's you. let me go."

he sighs from behind his mask, and you perk, ready to finally feel the pavement under you again. you scowl when he wraps his arm around you tighter, shaking his head. "i'll carry you. just stay still."

he doesn't let you answer. the wind roars against your ears as rin swings you both through the busy street. you squeak, hiding your face in his neck as you latch onto him with all your strength.

you're trembling when you reach your fire escape and he doesn't let go, not even when your feet finally touch solid ground.

"hey."

his tone is smooth as he adjusts your position, moving so that the rain hits his back and not you. his hand glides from your waist, up your back, and to the side of your neck. it lingers there, a steady warmth you can rely on. "we're home."

your prolonged silence worries him more than the way you're shaking. rin can only sigh as he lifts you up, carrying you bridal style through the balcony and into your bathroom.

"what do you think you're doing?!" you gasp, floundering around in his arms before stilling. you watch as he treks puddles of water into your apartment and you sigh, deflating at the idea of mopping. "you're an asshole, spidey."

you feel his chuckle as much as you hear it.

your bathtub is big, a moving present from one of your grandparents. it functions as a stool when rin places you on the edge, slotting himself between your parted legs.

"i need to know if you're okay."

his lips curl around the syllables of your name and it sends a heat through you. since when has rin ever said your name so softly? "i need to know if you're hurt."

"i'm fine," you sigh. there are words unsaid between you, tension that threatens to snap like a coil. the ring on your finger is shiny, and you feel looking at it is better than looking at him. "thanks for the lift home."

a gloved hand encases yours. you watch, silently enraptured as rin leads your hand to the edge of his mask. his hand then trails down to wrap around your wrist, letting you do whatever you wish.

he's always been hopeless when it comes to you.

in one swift movement, obsidian hair tumbles down his face, covering the teal of his eyes. the color contrasts with the bright blue and red of his mask. you realize belatedly that his bangs have grown, covering the sight that's been your favorite since fifth grade.

silence stretches a minute into a lifetime, and rin can only watch as you pick and prod at the mask in your hand. his hand lingers on your wrist, gently squeezing before it slides down to your waist.

"how are you even able to see through this thing?"

your attempt of a joke is weak, and even rin knows this. he sighs, running a hand through his hair, before leaning down to press his forehead against yours.

"ask," his whispers, his voice raspy. his eyelashes flutter and you curse whatever god there is because the thought of keeping your relationship with him strained leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

"when were you planning on telling me this?" your gaze moves from his face and you motion down his body. "were you ever going to?"

"i was," his reply comes, strained. you quirk an eyebrow because as stubborn as he is, rin's never been a good liar. "sometime in the near future."

"did you think i wasn't going to notice?"

you watch with amusement as rin huffs, blowing a breath of air to move his bangs. he shakes his head after, leaning his head down to press a kiss on your collarbone. "no. you know me better than anyone else."

"you're right." you let him pull you up to your feet, let him tangle his hand in your hair and around your waist. god knows you're as hopeless as he is too. "so, going to tell me about your double life?"

the moment rin stiffens, you think it's because of your words. you scramble to take them back only for him to dash out of the bathroom, out of your arms.

"rin!" you shout, watching with wide eyes as he runs to the balcony while quickly pulling on his mask until only his lips are visible. "where the hell are you going?"

your heart stops when an explosion sounds, the familiar red and orange colors filling up the sky, coming from somewhere across town.

"oh no, you don't," you grumble, marching towards the open balcony to take his wrist before he goes flying off. "you're not going alone."

the way he says your name, so soft and pleading, it almost sends you to your knees. he swivels to look at you and his mouth is twisted into a smile. you can't see his eyes and yet, you're sure you don't like whatever look he's giving you.

"you need to let me go," he sighs, lifting your hand to his mouth. he kisses every single knuckle with love, achingly similar to a farewell. for what is desperation if not the pursuit of love?

"i'm coming with you whether you like it or not."

he chuckles at your stubbornness, seeing the version of you from elementary school. he pulls you close, placing a searing kiss on the edge of your lips only to jump out of the balcony.

"itoshi rin!" you move, ready to climb down the emergency stairs only to realize the webbing connecting your hand to a heavy drawer behind you. "you little-"

the sound of his chuckle rings out and you only have a moment to react for when he tugs you into a kiss. it's awkward, confusing because of his position. he's hanging upside down from the rooftop, pushing against your lips with a bruising hold.

"i'll see you tomorrow." his voice comes out soft, airy compared to his natural gruff. he leans back slightly to kiss your forehead, whispering the three words you've been dying to hear for years.

and then he's off to save the world.

#blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock fluff #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin imagines #rin x reader #rin imagines #itoshi rin fluff #itoshi rin x you #itoshi rin x y/n #bllk x female reader #bllk x y/n #bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x female reader #blue lock x you #rin fluff

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atinystraynstay · 1 year ago

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Angel Season - Jeong Yunho

Synopsis: Yunho first noticed you when you moved into the building. He was attracted not just by your physical beauty but the way your smile outshined the sun. He has spent the past year making little conversation, trying to be a good neighbor. However, he refused to go into the new year without making a move.

Pairing: neighbor!Jeong Yunho x reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, next door neighbors/cute boy next door, angst - heartache, jealousy

Contains: mentions alcohol consumption

Word Count: 8.9k

December 30, 2022

"Miss, what floor are you on?" "Third floor, apartment 3A," you called out.

The mover nodded his head before whistling for the other. "3A boys!"

One was lifting your bed out of the back of the moving truck, another person still in the truck for support. You stood on the curb of the sidewalk, watching. You were able to help with the smaller boxes, the ones filled with either trinkets or kitchen items. But for the longer furniture, you were more than happy to let the professionals handle it.

As people were carrying things into your new home, you took a moment to look around your surroundings. You've always been attracted to city living. For some people, you knew that they could get overwhelmed by the high-rises and busy streets. That was what attracted you to living here. You liked the idea that you could go about your day without being noticed, being able to blend into the crowds. Yet, you liked the endless possibilities of making this city whatever you want it to be.

Despite the rainy, chilly weather, there was no place you'd rather be.

Seeing as all your furniture had been taken out of the moving truck, you decided to lend a hand now. The faster the movers could drop off your stuff, the sooner you could start unpacking and decorating.

You stepped Ito the truck, going to retrieve one of the boxes you knew you could manage. "Do you need some help there?"

Caught off guard, you jumped at the sound of the new voice. You turned around to see who was talking to you. Much to your surprise, you were greeted by a tall, young man. He couldn't have been older than you.

Wow, he's absolutely stunning.

He wore a gentle smile, feeling a bit bad for giving you a scare. He stood with his hands in his pockets as he stood at the bottom of the truck. You felt a bit guilty at first contemplating taking up his offer. What if he had somewhere to be? What if he was just trying to be nice? However, you came to your senses because he wouldn't have offered if he was serious, right?

"If you don't mind!"

The young man nodded his hand, extending his arms out to take the box from you. You grinned at the gesture, quickly grabbing the box for him. "You have no idea how much this means to me. Lucky for you, the movers got all the heavy stuff, so we just have a few more boxes," you laughed. You quickly grabbed a box for yourself before joining him out of the truck and on the ground. "Hey, I am pretty strong," he said, pretending to be offended. "By the way, my name is Yunho." "I'm y/n. I should've asked before leading you up to my apartment."

You both shared a laugh. Carrying one of the boxes, you took the lead in showing the man to your new apartment. Your mother always told you not to talk to strangers, but there was no way you'd let this handsome stranger just walk past you. Not when he approached you first. "Wait, you're moving here?" He asked, shocked. "Oh no. Please don't tell me there is something wrong with the apartment," you whined. He quickly shook his head, wanting to ease any worries or concerns you may have. Yunho never thought that offering assistance, trying to be a good person would lead him to probably the best thing to happen to him all year.

Yunho was out on his usual routine on a Saturday morning. He went out for his usual coffee and bagel after running errands. It was a little reward for him for getting out of bed rather than staying in. The bigger reward was running into you. "No, I actually live here," he chuckled softly. Yunho was glad that you were in front of him, back turned as you guided him up the steps to your new unit. Because if you turned around, you would see him with the widest grin on his face. He was like a little boy on Christmas morning who opened up the one present he has been asking for all year. "Small world!" You giggled. "What unit are you?" "3B, what about you?" "Well hi neighbor," you teased. "I'm moving into 3A."

Correction, this was now the best present he could have received.

Valentine's Day - February 2023

Over the past month or so, Yunho and you have passed by each other. Sometimes it is when you are entering the building and he's leaving, which he'll open the door for you. Or sometimes it is when you are both returning after a night out.

He was starting to pick up on things that consisted in your daily life. For example, he knew that you liked a fresh bouquet of flowers for your apartment every 2 or 3 weeks. You always had one bad of groceries, presumably buying just for the week. Friday nights always included a bottle of red wine.

All of his friends were aware of the girl next door. They often tried to catch a glimpse of you when they were over to visit. Yunho certainly has developed a crush on the girl next door. How couldn't he? You radiated brighter than the lights atop the Empire State Building.

Tonight was Valentine's Day. Both of your respective jobs kept you out of the apartment most nights. You two had exchanged numbers, for the sake of knowing someone else in the building and for emergencies. Yunho hadn't brought himself to text you outside of those conditions as he was afraid of giving the wrong impression. He didn't even crack under the relentless teasing of his friends on his failure to make a move after a month and a half of knowing you.

He felt a stronger urge to text you today. Did she have a date for Valentine's Day? Did she even want one? Was she even single?

Yunho was on the unlucky side of not having a date for the evening. His work had consumed the better part of days, so he hadn't put much of his energy towards dating. He often came home, reheated dinner if he hadn't ordered takeout, and slept before doing it all again the next day.

Trudging up the steps, he was contemplating if tonight would be the night he finally texts you. However, he knew texting you was pointless. Not when you were practically standing in front of him.

His eyes widened, taking you in. You wore a black peacoat with the red dress you were wearing peaking out underneath. Silver heels were hugging your feet. He has never seen your hair done in curls, but it was becoming one of his favorite looks on you. You wore red lipstick to go with the dress. The one accessory he wasn't pleased to see was your hands gripping the plastic loops of a white takeout bag. Oh no, she did have a date tonight. Fuck, I missed my opportunity.

Seeing movement from your peripheral, you turned your head over. The light frown on your lips was soon replaced with a gentle smile. Yunho always brought joy into your life, even if the interactions were minimal. "Hi Yunho," you spoke, your voice softer than usual. It didn't carry its usual tone of happiness. He could tell that there was something wrong. He felt the urge to take care of anything that might be troubling you, but he didn't want to overstep his bounds. "Hey y/n. I'm surprised you're not out tonight. No suitors catch your attention?" You smiled wider at his compliment. Yunho always knew how to make you feel special. Any girl would be lucky to have him as their boyfriend. "Unfortunately no. I, uh, got stood up, so ended up picking up Chinese from the place around the corner on my way back." This time, Yunho frowned. You got stood up? How could anyone do that to anyone, but especially how could anyone do that to you? You were literal treasure in Yunho's eyes. He felt saddened for you, but angry at whoever made you upset.t

"Oh, y/n. I'm sorry to hear that. Are you ok? Is there anything I can do?" "You're too sweet. No, I'll be okay. I think I just want to be alone, if that's ok?"

Of course, whatever you felt like you needed. He nodded his head, offering a gentle smile. "I'll see you around?" He asked. You smiled back, a bit wider. Seeing Yunho was the favorite part of your day.

The two of you entered your respective apartments. Once the door was shut to his, he let out a soft sigh. He slipped off his winter jacket, hanging it by the door before slipping off his shoes. He trudged himself over further into his apartment, turning on the floor lamp in the living room. He claimed his seat on the couch before looking out the windows into the city.

His earlier dilemma seemed to resolve himself. Sitting up slightly, he pulled his phone out of his pocket. His fingers made quick work at typing a text. A very important text to you.

"He's a loser, y/n. You deserve the whole world and I know there's someone out there ready to give it to you 🙂"

He set his phone on the arm of the chair. He wasn't sure if you would respond, or even read his text tonight. It tore him up inside knowing some jerk made you upset. He also felt some responsibility. Maybe if he had gotten the courage to confess to you, he could have saved you from the disappointment? I mean, he couldn't even dream of letting you down by any means.

Yunho was surprised to feel the vibration of his phone. He never acted so quickly to pick something up before. "You're the sweetest in the whole world. Thanks Yunho 🩷 to hell with him I guess"

He chuckled at your words before trying a response back. "To hell with him. You are an angel, don't settle for less."

Little did he know how wide you were smiling next door. You were at your kitchen countertop. The tears of frustration quickly forgotten the moment Yunho texted you. It was as if he answered your silent prayer.

April 2023

It was a rainy day in the city. Spring was in full swing, the green buds on the trees in the neighborhood beginning to peanut. People all around the city were beginning to put plants out on their balconies. You always loved rainy days. They always soothed your soul, loving to just curl up and watch rain run down the window.

"I can't believe they cancelled the game," Yunho sighed from outside the hallway. You've learned that he can be loud when he's excited or frustrated. This seems like it is the latter.

There were no other voices on the side of the door. He was probably on the phone. Maybe with Yeosang? You've met his friends here and there as they float in and out of his apartment. There were all friendly towards you. It was just a bigger testament to who Yunho is as a person.

You didn't hear much of the conversation before the door closed. Maybe this was your chance. You planned on having a lazy day anyways. Maybe read a book, watch a movie, but you know that it is always better with company.

Taking your phone from beside you, you unlocked it with ease. Your fingers eagerly typing a text message to the boy next door. Your speed of texting matched the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"Hey neighbor! Think I just heard you get home, wanna come over to watch a movie?"

Your heart was pounding both with excitement and anxiety. You weren't typically the person to make the first move. Since moving in, you were very grateful for your friendship with Yunho. He's treated you with nothing but kindness, really setting a standard on how your guy friends and even dates should be treating you.

At night, your mind often got curious about the topic. What would it be like to be with Yunho? Not once have you seen a woman enter his apartment. He never even mentioned going on dates. There potential was there, but you just weren't sure if he was just being a good friend, an exceptional neighbor, or if he was into you.

"Wow perfect timing, angel" You grinned seeing his nickname for you. "Plans got cancelled, so I'll be over in 5? I'll bring the popcorn!"

Springing up from the couch, you rushed over to your bathroom. You were wearing a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt. You were unsatisfied with your hair though. It was curled in a messy bun on the top of your head. You quickly pulled at the scrunchie, releasing your hair so it fell down to your shoulders. You began brushing it out. You didn't have much time.

This could solve every answer you've had over the past few weeks. This could easily just be two friends hanging out. What if it turned into something more?

Y/n, chill. You took a deep breath, trying to ease your racing mind. You didn't like building up expectations. While you would like it if Yunho made a move or gave some indicator he is attracted to you, you didn't want to set yourself up for disappointment.

Knock knock knock.

Here goes nothing. You took a deep breath in the reflection of your bathroom mirror. It is just two friends hanging out.

You turned off your bathroom light before attending to the front door of your apartment. Your heart beat matched the pace you were walking, trying your hardest not to be too fast. You were conscious maybe he would hear you racing to the door, even thought you were eager to have him over.

Opening the door, you smiled wide to be greeted by Yunho. He was standing on the other side, holding a bowl of freshly popped popcorn. The hallway beginning to smell of the delicious food. "Sorry, it took me so long! I just wanted to make sure I got the popcorn ready."

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The sun was hidden behind grey clouds, providing little light throughout your apartment. You insisted on lighting a few candles, to create a warm feel to your home compared to the cold weather outside. It also helped create a bit of a romantic ambiance to the afternoon.

You two were sat pretty close together on your three-seat grey couch. An emerald blanket was spread across your laps with the bowl of popcorn in between.

After hearing that you have not seen a single Spiderman movie, Yunho was determined to show you all the movies. Or at least the big 3 - Maguire, Garfield, and Holland. He tried insisting the two of you didn't have to watch all three movies today, but you had no other plans. You would be more than happy to spend the afternoon like this with Yunho.

Throughout the movie, you guys would balance light conversation and watching the movie. When you were focused on the film, Yunho would glance at you to see your reaction. He adored Spiderman, so seeing if you liked one of his favorite things captured his attention. He also would focus on how you smiled at certain parts of the film, particular the scenes between Peter Parker and Mary Jane.

When you weren't focusing on the film, you two would talk more. Sure, you've made light conversation when passing, and a bit more meaningful over text, but this was the perfect time to get to know each other. Yunho wanted to know about your dreams, your passions, your dislikes. He wanted to know all the little things that made you who you are.

It was about 5:18pm when you guys started the the first movie with Andrew Garfield. You felt your eyes getting a bit heavy. Yunho took notice, moving the bowl of popcorn out of the way for you. Noticing, you smiled appreciatively to him. He always had your best interests at heart.

Your eyes grew heavy, body sinking more into the couch. Before either of you knew it, your head fell on his shoulder. Without the bowl of popcorn in the way, your body curled into his. Yunho's eyes were wide and heart nearly stopped before speeding up.

Glancing down at you, your chest was resting against his shoulder. You looked adorable. Your eyelashes were resting against your cheeks, lips slightly parted. Your hands were grazing the side of his body. There was no chance of him going anywhere now. Not that he would want to.

Very slowly, cautious as to not wake you up, his arm draped over you. He sunk slightly into the couch before resting his head on yours. Sleep began taking over his body. He was content.

May 2023

"What do you mean you're leaving?" You frowned.

Yunho suggested that the two of you hung out weekly. It started off with going to local bars to vent about the woes of work and life. Those quickly changed into dinner out, to get a change of scenery and explore the neighborhood. Tonight, Yunho suggested dinner at his place. You weren't sure why at first, but obviously excited to spend quality time with your best friend. But now you get why he opted for staying in.

"I'm not leaving forever," Yunho reassured. "I'm just going to Korea for a little bit. It's been a while since I visited my family, and I can finally afford a ticket after my promotion."

Of course, you knew that family was important. If you got the opportunity to visit your family more often, you'd easily say yes. You couldn't help though but feel a bit selfish in wanting Yunho to stay.

"How long am I going to be without seeing you around?" "3 months," he said sheepishly.

Dramatically, you let out a whine and threw your head back. Yunho couldn't help but chuckle at your antics. It made his heart swell seeing as that you were going to miss him.

He moved his hand over to place it gently on yours. The light touch, even though it was feather like, felt like electric shocks throughout your body. You always craved his touch. Ever since that day last month when you woke up to his arms wrapped around you on his couch.

"Angel, it'll go by quick, I promise." "Can you also promise me something?" "Anything." "Promise that you won't have a realization while you're away that you actually want to stay in Korea? Because the thought of you moving and actually having to say goodbye will kill me."

He chuckled again, a wide smile on his lips. "I promise."

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Turns out that all of Yunho's friends were traveling with him to Korea. All of the boys have apparently been speaking about it for months, but the idea was finally leaving the group chat.

Even though you wanted to accompany all the boys to the airport to see them off, you knew that it would be too painful. Even if he was going to be gone for 3 months, it felt like a part of you was leaving as well. At least with saying goodbye at the apartment, you could hurry back to your place and shed tears if you want to.

Going down the steps of the apartment building, you two headed out the front door. Yunho had called an Uber to take him to the airport, not wanting to pay the overnight prices for parking at the airport especially with how long he was going to be.

It felt very reminiscent to the day you two met. You even tried to offer carrying one of Yunho's bags, but he refused to let you help. You rolled your eyes at him. The least you could do was get in front of him to open the front door rather than watch him struggle to do it with a rolling suitcase, a duffle bag, and his backpack. "Thank you, angel," he chuckled. He could sense you were a bit annoyed for not being able to help. He loved the way your nose scrunched up like a bunny when you were annoyed.

He walked towards the edge of the sidewalk, on the lookout for the vehicle. You stood back slightly, smiling up at him. You were trying your best not to let your sadness ruin the moment. He has been excited about traveling home since he bought the ticket. Yunho described all his favorite places in Seoul, all the things he missed.

"You better still talk to me while you're in Seoul," you said teasingly.

With his bags on the concrete, he turned towards you. He wore that wide smile of his, that wide smile that caused your knees to get week. He opened his arms, inviting you into them. No way were you going to object.

Walking into his arms, he wrapped them around you. He pulled you in close to him by your waist. His lips pressed against your forehead, causing your eyes to flutter shut at the sensation. How am I going to survive 3 months without him?

"I'll talk to you as much as I can, take all the photos I can," he promised.

Satisfied with that answer, you nodded your head. Your arms had found a place around his torso, holding yourself go. Maybe if you held onto each other long enough, he would want to stay. If only.

You felt two taps on your lower back. Raising an eyebrow, you pulled back to lookout Yunho. He was already looking at you. It was as if time froze. He towered over you, but his face was so close to you. His eyes never leaving yours. You could melt into a puddle due to his gaze.

Keeping one hand around you, his other hand moved to cup your face. He tilted your head slightly to the side. His fingertips rested against your cheek. The whole time, he wore a smile on his lips. Regardless of what he had up his sleeves, you put your whole trust in him. You never doubted his intentions with you.

A shiver ran down your spine feeling the padding of his thumb run across your lower lip. Was this actually happening? He glanced at your lips before looking into your eyes. Yunho was looking for any hesitation from you, any sign that he should stop before getting to ahead of himself. Yet, you never looked away.

"Wait for me?"

You couldn't bring yourself to speak. You were frozen in place. Your mind had become fuzzy, all the sounds of the busy city around you faded. All that mattered was the man standing in front of you, the man who seemed to be saying everything you've been yearning to hear since you two met. Was this actually happening? Somehow, you got yourself to nod.

Yunho smiled wider before letting his desires take over. Not wanting to waste anymore time, he pressed his lips against yours.

HONK!

The kiss was rudely short after hearing the sound of a car horn. You two pulled away, both confused and upset at the interruption. Yunho looked over his shoulders before gasping softly. There was his Uber to whisk him away from you. "Shit," he sighed.

Looking back at you, he smiled apologetically. You smiled back before leaning up on his tiptoes. Sensing that Yunho was actually going to leave, the Uber driver got out of the car to grab Yunho's suitcases and place them in the trunk. Just enough time to do one last thing.

"Don't worry. I'll save all the kisses for you, I promise to wait for you."

You leaned up to press one last lingering kiss on his lips. One last kiss for now at least.

June 2023

Since Yunho left, you got pretty good at figuring out timezone differences.

You didn't want to interfere with Yunho's daily life. You were sure that he has plans to visit family, local places he hasn't been able to go to in years, and make meaningful memories with his best friends and loved ones. Yet, Yunho was insistent he will make time for you.

Every Wednesday night and Sunday morning, you two would FaceTime. Thank God for modern technology. "I wish you could be here," Yunho admitted one night.

You frowned and nodded. Ever since Yunho left, he was all you think about. You tried getting yourself involved more in your work, but it as summer. Work was a bit slow. You had friends in the city who tried to help you out of your conundrum, taking you out on the weekends. But you still thought about him, wanting to experience summer in the city with him.

It made you sick to your stomach when you saw couples in the park. You often thought about the kiss you two shared on the morning he left. You wondered where you guys would be, romantically, if he had stayed. You could easily envision dates in the park, nights out with friends, and everything in between. You were anxiously waiting for his return to know where things could go. "Y/n?"

You blinked a couple of times as he called out to you. A soft blush coated your cheeks, coming to realize you haven't spoken in a few minutes. "Sorry, Yunho. Just thinking about what it would be like when you get back here," you explained.

He seemed to smile at your response. It was good to know you missed him as much as he missed you. Though, if it was a competition, he could say that he missed you more. "Oh angel, I know. Just two more months, right?"

All you could do is nod, trying your best to smile along with him. He looked good, even with the low quality of FaceTime with a poor wifi connection. He glowed from being out in the sun, probably glowing also with happiness by being back at home. "I know what will make us feel better," he suddenly announced. You perked up with curiosity. Yunho always had some trick up his sleeve. That was what you loved about him. He always kept you on your toes, never settling for a routine. "Go check the front door."

"You better not be pulling a prank on me, Jeong Yunho!" "After you called me by my full name? Absolutely not."

You rolled your eyes playfully before pushing yourself away from the desk in your bedroom. Yunho watched with amusement as you disappeared from the frame. Following his request, you made your way to the front door of your apartment. What did he do?

There was no knock at the door to indicate someone was there. However, you trusted Yunho. You slowly opened the door, confirming there was nobody standing behind there. Instead, there was a bouquet of flowers on your doormat. You gasped softly to see it wa a rather large bouquet, much larger than the ones you pick up from Trader Joe's.

You bent over to take the glass vase into two hands. There was a yellow bow wrapped around it. You also noticed that there was a card sticking in between the flowers. With one arm securing the vase, you flipped the card over.

"Happy birthday, my angel. Hopefully these make up for me being away."

Your heart fluttered at the sentiment. How did you get so fortunate? Wanting to hurry back to Yunho, you returned to the inside of your apartment. Both of your hands held the vase, so you closed the door with your foot. You began to make your way back to your bedroom where he awaited for you.

"Yunho, I love-" but you froze. Instead of his face on the monitor, you were met with your laptop background. You frowned a bit, assuming that maybe the connection got disrupted.

He'll call you back. He always did when this happened.

For now, you walked over to your windowsill. You placed the vase there, so it could get the necessary sunlight. He knew just the ways to make you smile, even when he is thousands of miles away. You pulled your phone out to snap a photo of it, with the card showing.

August 2023

The conversations between you and Yunho began to become less frequent. It chipped away at your heart when you would go days, sometime a week without hearing from him. Yet, his friends reassured you that he was having a great time back at home.

All of Yunho's friends easily became yours, despite them being on the other side of the world. You then decided to throw a welcome back party for all the boys. You had your own friends enlisted to help with decorations - there were balloons, streamers, and even a cake. You were excited to have some of your favorite people back. But not more excited than you were to have Yunho back.

It was 7:40pm when the boys began to come to the party. Seonghwa and Hongjoong were the first to arrive. Your friends started to trickle in one at a time. After a whole summer without Yunho, you wanted to have a room full of positive energy. San, Yeosang, and Wooyoung arrived next. Then quickly came Jongho.

Each time the door opened, you looked over, hoping to see the man of the hour. Yet, you felt your smile flatten when it wasn't Yunho.

Your friends all giggled at your reactions. They were quick to reassure you that he was on his way. While Yunho's friends all were quick to take your mind off of Yunho's absence.

Mingi was the second to last person to arrive. Mingi was the first person in the friend group to meet. He's known Yunho the longest, so meeting him felt like you were meeting the president. While you and Yunho remained in undefined territory, you wanted to make a great impression. "Y/n!" "Mingi!"

You two approached each other, wrapping each other in a hug. You laughed as Mingi began rocking you back and forth. He definitely became like a big brother to you, often using your drastic height difference as a great point for laughter. "What's up, short stuff?" "Nothing much, Mingi. How's the weather up there?"

Before he could respond, there was knocking at the door. Your heart skipped a beat. Yunho. Mingi glanced at the door before looking at you. His hands were placed on your forearms, keeping you still rather than running towards the door like you wanted to rush to the door. "Wait, y/n. There's something I need to tell you." "Mingi, come on. Can't it wait?" Your best friend beat you from going to open the door. Your attention on Mingi was lost before you quickly looked over at the door.

You could feel your stomach drop at what was revealed behind the closed front door. There was Yunho. With a girl by his side. Her hand was on his chest which made you physically ill. Yunho was smiling from ear to ear, saying hello to his friends until his eyes landed on you. That's when your smile faded. He looked as if he was about to say something to you but you quickly looked away.

This can't be happening.

"I need to get out of here," you murmured. Getting the hint, Mingi stepped aside, blocking Yunho's view of you. Your eyes looked around your room until you eyed the fire escape by your kitchen window.

With your eyes on the target, you maneuvered yourself through the crowd to the fire escape. The majority of people at the party were in your living room, enjoying the food you laid out and making conversations amongst themselves. You just needed a chance to breathe before returning inside.

You propped open the window, slipping out to climb the steps. You at least climbed until you were out of sight from inside the room. Your eyes were burning slightly, your emotions catching up to you.

"Mingi, where is she?" "Where is who?"

You heard Yunho groan before there was more shuffling of footsteps throughout your apartment. You should have closed the window behind you, but it was too late. You put your hands on your forehead, trying your best to stop crying before the inevitable happened. It didn't take long anyways. "There you are," Yunho sighed. Fuck me for having a tiny apartment. You didn't pick your head up to hear Yunho climb out to join you. "What? You're not going to even look at me?"

Who does he think he is? "You made me promise," you murmured. "Y/n, angel, you gotta at least speak up."

You felt your blood begin to boil now. He doesn't get the right to call you that anymore. Not when he broke your heart. You did pick your head up, your jaw clenched. You stared at him.

He leaned against the iron railing of the fire escape. He looked guilty. He knows what he did. "You made me promise to wait for you. And I held up my end of the bargain." "Angel, I know-" "Don't you dare fucking call me that."

Yunho's eyes opened wide. He has never heard you shout before. Let alone he never thought you would shout at him. He was at a lost for words. "Is that why you stopped our FaceTime calls?"

You watched as he sighed, dropping his head. Your heart dropping and shattering along with him. "Get out." Y/n, please. Let me explain what happened." "I said get out, Yunho!"

Mingi quickly appeared at the sound of you screaming. You didn't even notice that there was a small watch party watching you experience heartbreak from the kitchen. "Come on, mate. Take Ara with you." Yunho glanced between the two of you, even more thrown off as to why Mingi was coming to your defense.

However, Yunho didn't want to make matters worse. He didn't want to further upset you in your own home, but the damage was done. You turned your face to focus on the skyline, not wanting to watch Yunho walk into the art of someone else.

When you noticed Yunho was gone, you groaned loudly before resting your head back in your hands. What were you going to do?

October 2023

You haven't spoken to Yunho in weeks. You constantly had music playing from the speakers in your living room or walked around your apartment with headphones to avoid hearing any and all interactions between Yunho and his girlfriend. You even were contemplating on moving to a new place in the new year, but your financial situation limited you on where you could go.

Since things went radio silent, your conversations with the other boys have also gone quiet. It pained you to lose them as friends, but you couldn't bring yourself to reach out there. Not when Yunho might be brought up.

At the moment, you were reading a book on your couch. You had the music playing in the background as you had connected your iPhone to your wireless speaker, drowning out any noise. At least someone gets a happily every after in the novel. You had a glass of red wine on the coffee table, getting lost in the pages.

You were about to flip the page to your book when the music cut out. Your eyes widened as you feared the worst. No no no. You couldn't afford your phone dying. You were sure you put it on the charger. There was no room for mishaps like this.

However, it wasn't the worst case you imagined. It might have been something worst, definitely unexpected to say the least. You weren't sure how to feel seeing the name flash on your phone screen.

Mingi.

Slowly, you reached over to pick up the phone. You stared at it for the time being. What could he want? Mingi was the last person you thought would reach out to you. Wasn't there a rule under bro code that said not to take your friend's exes, if you could even call yourself that? You weren't sure what you even were to Yunho.

Mingi's name vanished from your phone screen, the music restarting. You let out a sigh, about to sink into your couch to ease your racing heart when he started calling again.

It had to be serious if he was calling you twice. Hesitantly, your thumb hit the green accept button. You held the phone up to your ear.

"Hello? Mingi?" "Long time since I've heard from you," he said cheerfully. "Mind coming to open the door for me?"

What? You glanced the door before standing up. You walked over to the door slowly. Once you were at the peephole of your unit door. There he was, standing as he looked around the hallway with his hand up to his ear, holding the phone.

Slowly, you opened the door and gazed up at Mingi. He noticed the movement and finally looked ahead of him. His smile grew when he saw you for the first time in months. "Hi, y/n," he spoke softly. You could hear his voice from right in front of you and from the speaker. "Hi Mingi. What can I do for you?" You said, unhanging up the phone to address him properly.

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For the first time in weeks, you felt genuinely happy. You arm was linked with Mingi's as he guided you to your apartment unit.

While it's been weeks since contact with him, it felt like you guys were picking up right where you left off. Maybe that is why it was so easy to say yes to Mingi when he asked you out for dinner. There was also a special connection between you and Mingi. From the moment you met, the communication between you two has been strong.

Tonight, you got to explore that on a deeper level. Mingi waited patiently in your living room as you got ready. He took you to a restaurant around the corner, which was a bit more upscale than what you were anticipating. You put on a black body con dress, wearing a light leather jacket to go with it.

Mingi looked at you as if you were made our of the stars. You looked enchanting. And since the fallout, you felt just as amazing.

Being the absolute gentleman he is, Mingi walked you to your front door not just of your apartment building but to your unit. Part of you was contemplating about inviting him inside for a nigh cap, but you really appreciated where things were between the two of you. It felt like Mingi just walked back into your life, and you didn't want to risk losing him again. "Mingi, I cannot thank you enough for this evening," you smiled.

He looked over at you as he led you up the staircase. "It really was long overdue, sweet girl. I've been meaning to do this for a while, but I didn't want to overstep," he confessed. You felt your cheeks get hot at his confessional, looking down as you watched your feet move up the steps. Mingi laughed lightly in response, leaning over to kiss your cheek.

You two soon arrived at your front door. Biting your lip gently, you stood in front of him yet you couldn't bring yourself to detach yourself from him. And deep down, Mingi didn't want you to eat go either.

"So, I gotta ask," you began. "What was this? I mean, was this two friends getting reacquainted with each other or..?" "Or something more?"

Mingi wrapped one arm around you, pulling you in closer. You blushed even harder, a hand going to rest on his chest. Your heart was pounding even after. You were convinced that Mingi could feel it. He opened his mouth to speak but froze when he saw movement behind you. You raised an eyebrow and dared to look over your shoulder, wanting to see what stole your date's attention.

You felt your throat suddenly get dry.

There was Yunho. He was holding a bag of groceries, standing at the top of the steps that led to your respective units. He was staring at the two of you, eyes flickering back and forth. There was no way he just caught his best friend and his old crush together? It was the way you were dressed up for Mingi that rubbed Yunho the wrong way. Was this a date?

Mingi didn't say anything to Yunho. He quickly looked back down at you, offering a gentle smile. His hand on your lower back moved to your hip, squeezing it reassuringly. "How about I'll give you a call when I get home?" He whispered.

You simply nodded. You weren't sure how to even respond. Mingi kept a smile, an attempt to ease your worries. He murmured a goodnight before kissing your cheek lingeringly. Your fingertips grazed his body as he maneuvered around you to head home.

You turned around, to watch him leave. There was no Yunho. Did you imagine the whole thing? You stood there for a moment, trying to wrap your mind around what happened.

Yunho, on the other hand, was in his apartment. He stood with his back against the closed front door, staring ahead of himself. He too was trying to wrap his mind around what he just witnessed.

November 2023

The sound of a door slamming caused you to jolt. It shook your walls a bit. "What the hell?" You murmured. You heard the sound of another door, maybe the same, opening again, realizing it was coming from next door. Yunho.

"You haven't even told me you love me in the past 5 months that we've been dating," Ara screamed.

You shouldn't be eavesdropping, you know you really shouldn't. However, the events unfolding peaked your interest. With having blocked out Yunho pretty much from your life, you had no updates on the relationship or anything about him.

"Maybe because I don't! Have you ever thought about that? That maybe I've been trying to find ways to love you or get myself to love you but I can't be in love with you?!"

Your jaw fell open. Not the update you were expecting.

"This is because of y/n, isn't it?" Ara voice spoke, but you could tell it was shaky. She was scared of knowing the truth, and secretly, you were too. "Honestly? Yeah." "She's with Mingi now. You're with me, Yunho. Get over her." "I can't. I don't think I ever will because if I can't date you and forget about her, how can I date anyone?"

Before you know it, you heard the sound of the door slamming. This time, you recognized it to be the front door to Yunho's apartment. You were staring up at your ceiling.

Well, this makes things complicated again.

New Years Day - December 31, 2023

Mingi was hosting a New Years Eve party at his place. You were invited, seeing as you and Mingi had rekindled your friendship.

The two of you went on several dates before releasing that there were no feelings between the two of you. You cared deeply for one another, but were more like siblings than anything else. The attention he was giving you on those dates is something that you'll never forget. You were grateful for him helping you get back and your feet. And he was grateful that you passed along his number to your best friend.

"Hey, I'm going to go find Mingi," your best friend announced as you entered the party. "Trying to ensure you'll get your New Years Eve kiss from your new boyfriend?" You teased. She rolled her eyes playfully before giggling. She couldn't even deny herself as she nodded her head, confirming your suspicions. "Are you going to be okay if I go over for a little bit? I know he might show up.."

He. Yunho. Since you overheard their argument last month, you two haven't spoken. He hasn't texted you to meet up, but to be fair, you also haven't texted him. You weren't sure what to make out of the whole situation. While you think you want Yunho back, you remember the pain he caused.

You weren't even sure if him and Ara actually called it quits! The fight sounded ugly. And you knew if you heard those words from your significant other, you would have walked out as well. Yet, people constantly get back together even after the worst of storms. Looking at your best friend, you smiled reassuringly and nodded. "Yeah, I think I'm going to be okay. Just be quick? He can have you at midnight but you're still my date for the evening," you teased.

She laughed and nodded, thanking you and giving you a quick hug before rushing to locate Mingi. You shook your head playfully before going over towards the kitchen island. If there was a chance you were going to encounter Yunho, might as well boost your confidence. Seeing a bottle of white wine, you smiled. Mingi remembered. Bonus points for being a screw top.

"So you switched from red wine to white?"

It was almost as if the universe needed a laugh, a way to really close out your 2023. Setting the bottle down, you turned on your heels to see Yunho behind you. He smiled sheepishly, that smile that made you weak in the knees. For a while, you wanted to slap him for what he had done to you. But even after all this time, you wanted to melt in front of him.

Glancing at the bottle, you shrugged. "I guess I just wanted to try something new."

He was attractive as ever. It wasn't fair that after all this time, he could look at you with that soft gaze and you crumble. You wanted to make him jealous, make him regret not taking a chance on you. However, you were ready to gravel if given the chance.

His eyes remained on you. To him, you radiated brighter than before. It was as if you were made out of stars. You captivated everyone's attention with ease, but he wanted you all to himself. He wanted to make things more concrete, never making you doubt or worry again.

"So um," he said. "Ara and I broke up."

You frowned getting confirm of the news. Of course, this worked out in your benefit, but you still didn't like to hear the news. Any sort of heartache is tough.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Yunho. How have you been holding up?" "A lot better than you'd think," he chuckled. "How are things between you and Mingi? Are you guys dating officially now or?"

Your eyes widened slightly. That's right. Last time he saw you, you were about to kiss his best friend after a spontaneous date. You were a bit surprised to hear that Mingi hadn't mentioned anything to him. All you did was motion over to your left side, where Mingi and your best friend were giggling and kissing each other.

Yunho's jaw dropped. You could see his fists clenched but you quickly reached out to rest your hand on his bicep. He relaxed under your touch, gaze softening. He watched them for a moment before it clicked for him that you were touching him. His cheeks reddened, glancing at you before looking down at his feet. "We never got started. I think we were both going on dates because we were missing something," you explained. "Missing something like what?"

He looked at you surprisingly. Yunho's friends always said he was like a golden retriever, but you've never seen it until now. He looked at you like you were holding the golden key to the treasure chest. Literally, you could provide him with the entrance into your world one and for all.

"Missing you," you confessed. "Oh really? How should we fix that?" "Hey, you two, midnight is still 15 minutes away!"

Smack.

The sound of laughter filled the room as eyes went from you and Yunho to Mingi, who just got smacked upside the head by your best friend. It became painfully apparent where you two were. You were standing by all the alcohol at the party, a high traffic area.

"Wanna get out of here?"

You nodded your head, smiling at Yunho. He smiled back at you before grabbing the red wine, the bottle you genuinely liked. To assist, you grabbed two red solo cups. Mingi couldn't trust anyone or himself with glass. With Yunho's free hand, he grabbed your hand and began leading you out of Mingi's unit to the door to the rooftop.

"After you," Yunho gestured, as he pushed open the door with his shoulder.

You smiled appreciatively as you stepped out onto the ledge. A shiver, both from the chilly air of late December to the excitement of New Year's Day. It was always your favorite time of year. Your eyes moved around as you took in the sights of the city from this vantage point.

Yunho made sure you got to the rooftop safely. Setting down the wine bottle for a second, he grabbed one of the bricks to prop the door slightly, not wanting to get the two of you locked out. But boy, would it create a memory for the two of you. Picking up the bottle again, he rejoined you. "This is absolutely beautiful," you stated.

Watching you, he smiled. You wore a smile on your lips as your eyes, he swore, literally sparkled. He wasn't sure if it was from the decorative lights around the city or your pure excitement, but he liked to believe that he had something to do with it. The wind pushed your hair around, revealing your face. "Yeah, the best view," he whispered.

Slowly, he walked up to you. Noticing you were still holding the two solo cups, he took them for you. You watched, thinking he was going to pour a glass for you for midnight as a cheers.

Instead, he stacked the two cups before putting them down on the top of the wine bottle. Maybe he wanted to open the bottle right up at midnight?

Still full of surprises, Yunho took both of your hands in his instead. His thumbs ran over your knuckles. He took a step close to you, closing in on the space that divided you two.

"I think we've spent too much time apart, don't you think, angel?" That nickname. It stirred mixed emotions from you. The last time you heard that nickname, he was smashing your heart into a million pieces that you didn't think could be put back together. Yet, hearing him call you that was like hearing your favorite song from your childhood. He was the only one that called you that. He was the only one who will ever call you that. "I know I fucked up this year. I fucked up so bad," he began. "And I know we have a long road ahead where you could let me into your life again. I don't want to just be the boy next door anymore. I want to be yours. I want to show you that I can take care of your heart, your wellbeing like I should've done this entire time."

No way this was actually happening.

From instead the apartment and around the neighborhood outside, you heard people begin to count down.

"I can't go back in time and erase what I did."

"Y/n, I will do whatever it takes to win your trust back. We can take things are you pace," he vowed

All you could do was smile at Yunho. He was trying to get all the words out that he could. You could see the panic in his eyes that he might end up saying the wrong thing. He was too adorable

You took a step into him, dropping your hands so they were at your sides. Still holding his hand. Your fingers slipped in between his, which cut him off from speak. Your heart was racing as you gazed up into his eyes. Both of our faces moving towards each other.

You decided to step up on your tiptoes. He smirked lightly, always loving how much shorter you were than him.

A chorus of "Happy New Year!" echoed from inside the house. You could hear it from other people who gathered on their rooftops and from the street below. Fireworks went off around you, signaling the start of 2024.

"Happy New Year, Yunho," you whispered. Without wasting anymore time, you tilted your head up to fully press your lips against his. His hands left yours to hold onto your hips, keeping you stable. You weren't the type of person from traditions, but this was one you couldn't pass by.

You always learned from your past and took those life lessons into the new year. And it seemed like Yunho was ready to do the same.

He squeezed your hips affectionately, smiling against your lips. You couldn't fight off the smile on your lips as well. His lips chased after yours slowly, wanting to savor this moment but also to show you through his actions that his words carried weight with them. He wanted you to know everything was genuine.

2024 was a new year, a new chapter for you and Jeong Yunho.

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Could you please do a oneshot where reader gives Rambo a job on her farm and they get close to one another. Please and thank you ☺️

Ooh interesting idea! You got it anon <3 And I'm so sorry this took SO long uhh I planned out like 6 parts to this thing so we'll see where that goes but enjoy chapter 1

Long Way Home - Chapter 1

The sun had been long gone by the time you dragged yourself through your front door, barely done with your chores. You sank to the floor, your legs refusing to hold your weight any longer.

It was easier before. Your father passed away two years ago, so you came back home to help your mother with the grueling farm work that she could no longer do. She would help you with the easier things, but her health took a turn for the worse - some days she couldn’t even get out of bed.

It was making things harder for you. Not just the physical labor you were burdened with alone, but the emotional toll it took on you. You hadn’t fully processed your father's passing yet, and the thought of losing your mother kept you up many nights.

You had sacrificed so much to support her, your social life, your independence, to keep the family farm running, to keep your childhood home alive. You could never bring yourself to resent it. It was a choice, a sacrifice you made for the people and the place you love. You just wondered how long you could keep going like this.

Your schedule stayed fairly consistent: Your mornings were spent feeding and watering the animals, milking the cows, working the horses, and then lastly tending to the garden. You’d go inside next, waking your mother up, making sure she ate breakfast and took her medications. Then around noon, you were off to your job at the bakery.

The bakery was small enough of a business that your boss was a reasonable, nice person, allowing some flexibility in your schedule when needed. You would get off work in the evening, drive home to make dinner for you and your mother, then finish up the evening chores. You would collapse in bed, the day taking a heavy toll on your body and mind— all to do it again tomorrow.

But the to-do list kept growing. There were things you simply couldn’t handle alone, like thinning the ten-acre forest at the edge of the property for fire control, and moving the stack of freshly delivered alfalfa bales before the rainy season. It felt like drowning.

That all changed the day you met John. He first came to the bakery late one afternoon and bought a few loaves of bread. He stood out from your usual customers with his weathered look and green uniform. A veteran.

Just from working in the bakery, you heard all about him through your customers, all with very different stories and ideas.

"Oh, John? Yeah, I hired him to finish my hay shed frame last week," Mr. Hannover drawled.

"I heard he’s dangerous,” Jessica whispered loudly, “Some kind of rogue veteran. Took out a whole town up in Washington state!"

"He’s been good to me,” Dana started, wrangling her two squirming children, “Helped me clear my yard last month. Even helped build a new playground.”

You were at the bakery when John came in a second time. Despite the mixed things people had to say about him, you trusted him. You had to ask him for help.

He quietly paid and grabbed the waiting bag, the loaves still warm inside. He turned towards the door when you called him

"Wait."

He stopped and turned back to you. "Something wrong?"

“No! Well, there's no problem with your order.” You stumbled over your words, suddenly nervous under his steady gaze. “I just… I was wondering if you might be able to help me. With something. Only if you’re interested, of course."

He tilted his head slightly, inviting you to continue.

"I have a farm just out of town,” you said. “I’ve been running on my own, but it’s just too much right now. I can’t pay much, but I could offer housing if you want it."

He didn’t respond immediately, studying you with unreadable, strangely intense eyes. Then he nodded. "Alright."

You smiled, relief washing over you.

“Thank you! I can show you around tomorrow morning.”

You tore a piece of paper, quickly scribbling your address on it before handing it to him. He accepted it with a short nod, turning to the door again.

You drove home feeling a little lighter than before, the usual ache in your chest eased. As you stepped inside, the scent of melted butter and syrup invaded the air around you. Your mother stood at the stove, humming with her back to you as she flipped a pancake.

“You’re up,” you said, surprised.

She turned around, grinning. “Thought we could have breakfast for dinner. Felt like a pancake kind of night.” The wrinkles around her eyes from years of laughter crinkled as she flipped the last pancake off the griddle and turned the stove off.

You laughed as you took two plates from the cupboard. “You always said breakfast food could fix anything.”

“I still stand by that,” your mom stated, stacking pancakes on the plates, “Bad days, heartbreak, even setting the fire alarm off at 6am.”

You groaned. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Not a chance,” she laughed.

As you ate together, the warmth of past memories wrapped around you like a warm hug. Mornings spent flipping pancakes with your dad filled your thoughts, your mom pretending not to gag at your first disastrous attempts. You could still picture her face as she taught you, patient and kind, even when the batter ended up on the ceiling.

As you lay in bed that night, filled with pancakes and good memories, you couldn’t turn your mind off. But this time, it was in a good way. Your mom was feeling better, and you had a good time with her tonight. And something about how John Rambo looked at you had you thinking about him until your heavy eyes fluttered shut, the rest of the world falling away.

The next morning, you woke up earlier than usual, despite having spent so much time thinking about John the night before. You didn’t expect yourself to feel this way, the realization hitting like a wave. You could feel it starting - the warmth in your heart, the butterflies in your stomach - as you spotted him through the window, walking down your long driveway.

It was silly really, you thought to yourself as you threw your trusty flannel on. You hadn’t even known him long, but there was something about him - his quiet strength, the way he didn’t try to impress anyone, yet commanded respect without saying a word. It made your cheeks heat up as you hurried outside to greet him.

The cool morning air filled your lungs as you stepped onto the porch, but all you could focus on was him. His steady pace, the way he stepped with purpose. You stepped down the stairs to meet him where he was, smiling when you reached him.

“Good morning,” you said, your breath visible in the chilled air.

John nodded in acknowledgement. “Morning,” he replied, his voice low but warm.

A loud call from your milk cow broke through the morning air, reminding you of what you were supposed to be doing. “That’s our cue,” you joked as you walked towards the pastures, John following suit. “I’ll show you my routine. You’ll catch on quick.”

Barn cats darted out of your path as you and John moved toward the cow pasture. “I usually start with the cows, get them fed and milked. Then I feed and work the horses.”

You fell into your steady rhythm as you moved from chore to chore, pointing out where everything was along the way - Your father’s old tool shed, the feed bins, and all the water troughs, waiting to be topped off. John listened intently, helping where he could. It wasn’t too long before he fell into step with you, mirroring your pace.

There was something nice about doing this with him, and it wasn’t just about the promise of lighter work, your burden shared with another. It felt like the beginning of something new. Something better.

Chapter 2 here

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gumballavocadoharry · 4 months ago

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Like riding a bike:

“Ready for your maiden voyage?” Harry asked, his British accent softening the question into something more akin to a friendly inquiry than a daunting challenge. He adjusted the bicycle seat, though it looked perfectly aligned already. Harry was like that – meticulously caring, right down to the infinitesimal adjustments of a bicycle seat.

Yn took a deep breath, the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming roses filling her lungs. “Ready as I’ll ever be, I think.”

She was, to put it mildly, a bicycle novice. Growing up, bikes hadn't been a common fixture. Life had been busy, school and work taking priority. Now, as an adult, the idea of the wind in her hair and the freedom of two wheels was incredibly appealing. Harry, ever the perceptive one, had picked up on this unspoken desire and, with his usual boundless enthusiasm, had declared it his mission to rectify the situation.

Harry was a whirlwind of optimistic energy. He was the kind of person who made rainy days feel like cosy opportunities and Mondays feel almost… bearable. His kindness radiated outwards, enveloping everyone around him in a comfortable warmth. Yn, who was herself naturally gentle and caring, found his affection and open-heartedness incredibly easy to be around.

“Right then,” Harry said, his hands hovering near the handlebars of the bike as if he were a protective knight guarding a fragile steed. “First things first, balance. We’ll start with you just walking alongside, getting a feel for it.”

Yn nodded, feeling a bit silly pushing the bike through the park like a child. A few kids whizzed past on scooters, their laughter echoing in the air, and Yn felt a pang of slight embarrassment. She was an adult, a capable, intelligent adult, and yet here she was, learning something that seemed so inherently simple to everyone else.

Harry, sensing her slight discomfort, squeezed her hand reassuringly. “Don’t you fret about a thing, love. Everyone starts somewhere. Besides,” he winked conspiratorially, “it’s much more fun learning with a handsome instructor.”

Yn chuckled, her nerves easing slightly. “I’ll concede to the handsome instructor part.”

They walked like this for a while, Harry chattering cheerfully about the park, pointing out a particularly fluffy squirrel burying nuts and a pair of geese waddling majestically towards the pond. He made everything feel light and easy, even the slightly awkward process of getting acquainted with a bicycle.

“Okay, now for the sitting bit,” Harry announced, once they were in a quieter, less populated part of the park, away from the scooter gangs and judging squirrel eyes. He held the bike steady as Yn cautiously swung her leg over the saddle and perched precariously.

“Whoa!” she gasped, wobbling alarmingly.

Harry’s hands, quick and steady, gripped the handlebars and her waist simultaneously. “Easy does it, my love. Just breathe. I’ve got you.”

His touch was warm and reassuring, and Yn straightened up, trying to find her centre of gravity. It felt like she was sitting on a very unstable see-saw, poised to tip over at any moment.

“Right, now we’re going to practice gliding,” Harry explained, his voice calm and encouraging. “Forget pedalling for now. Just focus on pushing off with your feet and balancing.”

Yn pushed off tentatively. The bike lurched forward, wobbled violently, and then threatened to veer directly into a rosebush. Yn shrieked, a sound that was halfway between surprise and genuine alarm.

Harry, with the agility of a seasoned bike instructor (which he probably wasn’t, but he was certainly selling the role), gently corrected her course. “Woah there, Rose-bush avoider! Gentle hands, Yn, gentle hands. Imagine you’re whispering sweet nothings to the handlebars, not wrestling a grumpy badger.”

Yn burst out laughing. “Sweet nothings to the handlebars?”

“Absolutely! Positive affirmations are key in bike riding. And badger wrestling is generally discouraged.” Harry grinned, his green eyes twinkling.

They tried again, and again, and again. Each attempt was a chaotic ballet of wobbles, near misses, and Yn’s increasingly loud squeals. Harry remained unfailingly patient and optimistic, offering a constant stream of encouraging words, gentle adjustments, and truly bizarre analogies.

“Think of it like dancing!” he declared after Yn nearly face-planted into the grass for the third time. “You’re leading and the bike is following. Except sometimes the bike has two left wheels and hasn't quite learned the tango yet.”

Yn giggled, brushing blades of grass from her trousers. “My bike has definitely got two left wheels. And possibly is actively trying to sabotage me.”

“Nonsense!” Harry insisted, hoisting the bike upright with cheerful ease. “Bikes are inherently good. This one is just… enthusiastically supportive of your learning process. It’s testing your reflexes, you see.”

“It’s testing my will to live, more like,” Yn muttered under her breath, though a smile was playing on her lips.

Hours seemed to melt away in a flurry of sunshine, laughter, and near-disasters. Harry’s initial gentleness morphed into a more playfully exasperated tone, though his kindness never wavered.

“Yn, my darling, are you sure you’re pushing off with your feet and not just… willing the bike to move with the sheer power of your mind?” he asked, after yet another wobbly start ended with Yn’s feet firmly planted on the ground like anchors.

“Maybe I am,” Yn retorted playfully. “Maybe my mind control powers are just a little rusty today.”

“Well, perhaps we need to activate the foot-pushing protocol then? It’s in the manual, section three, paragraph seven. Right after ‘How to avoid squirrels with nuts’ and before ‘Emergency dismount procedures’.”

Yn rolled her eyes, but she was laughing so hard her stomach hurt. Despite the repeated falls and the distinct lack of forward momentum, she was actually having fun. Harry had this incredible way of making even the most frustrating situations feel light-hearted and enjoyable.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of wobbling and giggling, something clicked. Yn pushed off, and for a glorious, fleeting moment, she felt it. Balance. The bike wasn’t fighting her anymore. It was gliding, smooth and steady. A rush of exhilaration surged through her.

“Harry! I’m doing it! I’m actually doing it!” she yelled, her voice filled with pure, unadulterated joy.

Harry, who had been jogging alongside, beaming like a proud father watching his child take their first steps, whooped with delight. “That’s it, Yn! You’ve got it! Look at you go!”

Yn wobbled slightly, her heart pounding in her chest, but she kept going. She was actually riding a bike! On her own! The wind rushed past her face, and a wide grin stretched across her features. It was exhilarating, liberating, and utterly ridiculous all at once.

Then, naturally, disaster struck. Distracted by her own triumph and Harry’s cheerful encouragement, Yn steered slightly off course. She hadn't quite mastered the whole “steering” thing yet. The bike veered inexorably towards a small, innocently blooming patch of daffodils.

“Daffodils! Daffodils ahead!” Harry called out, his tone shifting back to mock-alarm. “Prepare for… floral impact!”

Yn squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the inevitable. Instead of a crash, however, she felt Harry’s steadying hands on her shoulders again, gently guiding the bike back onto the path.

“Whoa there, flower power avoider,” Harry chuckled, his voice laced with amusement and relief. “Close call. Those daffodils looked particularly feisty.”

Yn opened her eyes, shaky but grinning. She had stopped, her feet firmly back on the ground, but for a moment, she had actually ridden a bike.

“I did it!” she exclaimed, her voice breathless with excitement. “I actually rode a bike!”

Harry enveloped her in a hug, his warmth radiating through her. “You were magnificent! Absolutely magnificent! I knew you could do it.”

“Even with the badger-wrestling handlebars and the two left wheels?” Yn teased, leaning into his embrace.

Harry chuckled, pulling back slightly to look at her, his green eyes alight with affection. “Especially with them. It just proves how incredibly talented you are.”

They stood there for a moment, basking in the golden afternoon sunshine and the shared triumph. Yn looked at the red bicycle, no longer intimidating, but now a symbol of her accomplishment, and the warmth of Harry's support.

“So,” Harry said, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Celebration ice cream? To commemorate your victory over the two-wheeled menace?”

Yn laughed, her heart full. “Absolutely. And maybe, just maybe, tomorrow… we tackle those daffodils again. But this time, on purpose.”

Harry grinned, his hand finding hers. “Now that’s the spirit! Though, perhaps we should invest in a helmet first. Just in case the daffodils decide to fight back.”

And as they walked hand-in-hand towards the ice cream van, Yn knew that even if learning to ride a bike was occasionally chaotic and comical, learning with Harry made it an adventure she wouldn't trade for the world. Even if it did involve whispering sweet nothings to handlebars and narrowly avoiding floral fatalities.

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles and yn #harry styles fanfiction #harry ❤️ yn #harry x yn #harry and yn #harry x reader #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles blurbs #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles one shot #harry styles oneshot

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eriace · 2 years ago

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rainy season ; aquamarine hoshino

oneshot & fluff ↪ in which, y/n and aqua were supposed to go out on a date together but the rain opposed their idea. either way, they still continue their date indoors. ↷ aquamarine hoshino | oshi no ko { requested }

YOU STARED DEADPANNED at the scenario.

You were close to stepping outside as the rain pour heavily, you sighed heavily and covered your face with your hands in disappointment.

You were supposed to be on your way to the meeting place for your date.

It was the day where Aqua's plans are empty, rather the next days he'll be busy as hell.

That's why the two lovers, you and him thought of having fun for a while.

But the weather sure does suck.

Your disappointment stopped when you feel a pair of hands cupping your face that made your hands pull away to your face.

" Why do you look so depressing, hm? " Aqua suddenly mentioned that made your eyes light up in his presence.

" Aquaa!! " You called out and engulfed him in a hug that made him chuckle and pat your head.

" Oof, wait. " You mentioned as you pulled away and checked him if he is wet, worried that he may get sick.

" Calm down, I'm fine. " Aqua said calmly.

" Thank goodness. " You said in relief and smiled softly.

" I rather had an idea that it will rain so I prepared for a Plan B. " Aqua informed you.

" Say, wanna continue our date? "

YOUR EYES SPARKLED as Aqua prepared foods on the table, it was rather satisfying to you.

" This is so good! " You complimented while taking a bite. " You don't have to you know? "

" I have to and I want to. " Aqua said sternly. " I promised you to take on a date, right? "

You smiled at him softly and stood up hugging him again.

You really love this guy and you will forever love him.

" I love you so much! " You said as Aqua chuckled.

" I love you more. "

The two continued their date inside your house by watching movies, sharing scary stories, and playing board games like how people have fun in a rainy season.

#aqua hoshino #aqua x reader #aquamarine hoshino #aquamarine hoshino x reader #aqua hoshino x reader #oshi no ko #my star #aqua #oshi no ko oneshots #fluff #onk

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yenqa · 2 years ago

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POEMS IN VERSE(S)

sypnosis — you meet jay randomly on a subway, and soon your conversation turns into more than just the silly poem book he’s reading

warnings — profanities, mentions of insecurities, angst, they’re so gross (in a “i’m jealous” way), food/eating/drinking, lmk if there are any more :)

pairing — jay x fem!reader

word count — 3.8k+

yen’s note — i worked very hard on this and i’m pretty happy with this so i hope u enjoy :) also this is a scheduled post

Spring Break, 2019

You counted down the amount of days it would be until you turned 17.

17 was the golden age—Or at least it was supposed to be. But the thrill of turning a new age was over by the next 15 minutes. Your big smile that had originally been processing the newfound year of your life slowly dropped, as your age didn’t really matter much to anyone else than your mom or dad.

17 was when you first realized that people didn’t really care as much as you thought they did. No one would care if your hair was slightly frizzy and tangled from the light wash of rain or the fact that you enjoy reading and writing poetry.

You realized no one cared, but it was hard to stop believing it.

So, you brought a hairbrush around, or quickly hid your journal and pen anytime someone got close to you.

You’re still 17. And you still felt like how you felt 15 minutes after midnight. You felt dull. Washed-out. And the rainy season hasn't helped enlighten your mood at all.

You decided to take an impulsive day trip south, to the buzzing city of Seattle, and also wanting to take a break from everyone and the life you knew. You rushed to the subway, the tote bag that hung on your shoulder had collided with your body every step you took.

You stand right in front of the entrance, scanning the cart to see one empty seat. Sitting down, you address your surroundings, trying to read if maybe it would be a better idea to stand.

Next to you was a man around your age. Silently reading a book with a familiar cover. Staring at the book longer than you realize, you can see the man next to you no longer focused on the book, but you.

“Oh—I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to be staring, I just recognized the book, Lee Jieun right?”

You almost dreamily sigh every time she’s mentioned. Lee Jieun had been your favorite author for longer than you can remember, one of your favorites by her being the one the unnamed man happened to have been reading.

“Do you know her?” He asks.

Looking up at you he jerks his head to the left, his light brown hair moves out of his eyes revealing his full face. You almost forget to answer the question, busy goggling at the sight of him. His eyes laid in yours, awaiting your answer patiently.

“Yeah, I-um she’s one of my favorites actually.”

His eyes subtly check you out, you quickly realize how stupid you must’ve looked with the amount of frizz in your hair from the light drizzle outside. Slowly but not too obviously, you bring your hands up, brushing through whatever you could. Explaining to the man that the book he was reading was one of your favorite poem books. Accidently sharing that you look up to her poems and hope to have the ability to write and share your writing as inspiration for others.

He listens intently, before asking, “You write?”

Your ears grow warm as you answer every question he asks. An unusual thing that happens to you. The conversation grows into each other's lives. And you feel as if you know every part of him as he continues to talk.

Park Jongseong is his name but his English name is Jay. His favorite color is green. He likes fashion and cooking. He enjoys autumn and poetry as much as you do. He’s allergic to cats—which is a shame considering the amount of cat hair over your bag that you discreetly try to brush off while he’s talking. His favorite ice cream flavor is Pistachio and he’s not a huge fan of mint chocolate.

You’d usually argue that mint chocolate is the perfect flavor for a hot summer day but you keep quiet, just this once.

Something must’ve snuck into your brain and rewired it because you don’t seem to mind him knowing that you write. In fact you even offer to let him see your works. He reads each word intently, as if it was the most shocking news of the year.

His favorite is the one you spent the most time on. But it didn't feel as if it was your best work. You didn’t keep quiet about that fact, you hesitated to even let him read that page, but the one line seemed to have piqued his interest. Almost as if his eyes had been glued onto the small stanza.

Together we’re complete

Our perfect harmony

is truly beautiful.

You were always one to believe in soulmates, or finding someone that perfectly fit next to you. Like the final piece to your complicated puzzle. Your belief often appeared in your writings. Hoping that maybe one day, you’ll meet the missing piece from your board. That day hadn’t come yet. But you were counting down the days just as if you were about to turn 17 again.

“I like that line. What does it mean?” He asks.

“I don’t know, it just sounded right.”

That’s a lie. You know exactly what it means to you. But even as comfortable as you had felt with Jongseong. It was something too personal to share.

If you could name anyone who was the biggest sucker for romance you would name yourself. But it’s been 17 years, and you don’t even think that it was a possible option for you. Sure, you hoped to find your soulmate. But your soulmate could’ve easily been a truly platonic one. And you were losing hope for any romance coming your way. Writing about romance made you feel as if the small ball of hope was still there, and you just had to wait for the right time.

Those 17 years had told you that you couldn’t be loved. No matter how hard you tried, or even begged. This epiphany randomly hit you in the middle of buzzing parties or small group hangouts, the thought of nobody ever loving, let alone liking you constantly consumed you. Constantly bringing down your mood. That’s why you’re so fond of the idea of soulmates. Because soulmates are perfectly perfect together, and that's ensured by the universe.

He lets out a chuckle, with an understanding nod. Skimming through the small notebook you handed him.

“Why are you heading to Seattle?” You ask as he finishes, placing the notebook neatly in your bag. His mouth parts slightly, carefully choosing what to say. “I’m just taking a day trip, wanted to go explore alone.”

A small smile breaks out of you. “Would you want to travel around Seattle together?”

Jongseong lets your smile grow onto his lips, accepting your bold offer.

The conversation ends and he reopens his book, continuing the page he was on. The ride still had at least thirty minutes to go, and you didn’t want to use all your phone battery now.

You glance over to his book, cursing at yourself for forgetting to bring something to do other than play the stupid games on your phone. He silently reads as your head moves to his shoulder, laying it down and reading with him. You can feel him flinch ever so slightly, his shoulders relax before he moves the book over to the middle of you two, not uttering a word while doing so.

“Thank you,” Your voice is barely above a whisper, and you’re not sure if he even heard it until he responds.

After around 45 minutes the subway comes to a stop and you tap Jongseong, pointing at the moving text on the sign to show you that you’re at your destination. He hastily picks up his stuff, grabbing your hand and walking out the doors.

“Where do we go?” You ask, looking around for any sort of sign that states the direction.

“Just follow me, I've been here a few times.” His warm hand leads you through the busy people trying to get in, pushing through the loads of people heading towards the small amount of doors in the cart. Jongseong looks back every so often, making sure the hand he’s holding isn’t a ghost. Your eyes lock, and you show him a small smile of appreciation. He smiles back, raising his eyebrows before turning back around, leading you through the clusters.

Finally, you walk up the stairs, stepping into the daylight. Still hand in hand, you use your off hand to cover your eyes from the shade. “Didn’t think it would be so sunny after all the rain this month,” You squint at the bright sky, looking over to Jongseong. He’s rummaging through his bag, pulling out a small box, opening it to reveal sunglasses. You chuckle at how prepared he is, until he places the sunglasses on you.

Your stomach erupts in butterflies as your mouth parts slightly, a smile grows on his face. “Oh no, keep them. I don’t need them” You hastily take off the sunglasses, handing them to him. He takes them, putting them back on you. You’re about to protest when he says. “Stop—just take them. I want you to wear them,” He mumbles.

You smile at him, “Thank you Seong.” The nickname comes out naturally, like you’ve known him for years. He smiles, looking away to hide the growing redness of his cheeks. You let out a breathy laugh, covering the bottom half of your face to hide the flustered state you’re in.

“Where do you wanna go?” He asks with a shy smile still planted on his face. You shrug, answering, “I have no idea. Do you have any ideas?”

His smile becomes less shy and somehow forms into a slight smirk “I have an idea.” his hands encase yours once again, and he whisks you two off to the unknown direction.

The walk is around twenty minutes, but it goes by quickly. While you two are racing to see who can hit the crosswalk button, you notice the crowds of people around the big red letters stating, “Seattle’s Farmers Market.”

You squeal, a hand coming up to cover your mouth. “I’ve always wanted to go here! You’re like a mindreader, Seong.”

With his other hand he pinches your cheek, squeezing your hand and leading you to the entrance. The growing crowd of the market pushes you to bump into each other every so often, you both laugh it off, placing your attention to whatever shop you’re checking out.

Coming across a tropical fruits stand, you start looking around, picking up a tray every so often. Not realizing the missing warmth from your hand, you scan the selection of fruits. Picking up a Rambutan, you move the tray around, trying to see if the fruit will be worth the price. You’re eye level with the fruit until you feel a tap on your shoulder.

You whirl around, to see Jongseong. A big grin planted on his face as he revealed why he’s smiling so much. A bouquet of tulips, wrapping in brown paper with twine wrapped around it waiting for you to take. But you’re frozen—Did he really just buy flowers for you?

He thrusts his hands out towards you, gesturing for you to take them. You let out a giggle, taking the brown wrapped plants out of his hands. “Gosh you’re so sweet. What did I do to deserve all of this?” You ask, the corners of your mouth slowly upturn when you look at the flowers, admiring the arrangement of light pink tulips. “Can’t I spoil you?” He responds smoothly, not letting you respond before linking your arms and heading to the next stalls.

Passing—What felt like hundreds of stalls, your feet started to cramp up. Both of you decide to take a break and sit down, finding a cafe nearby. You order for the both of you and pay—Which he strongly protests but you feel too bad for him spending too much money on you. Sitting down you let out a sigh, finally letting your feet take the much needed rest.

You two make small talk, talking about your favorite shops or something you wish you had bought. When the barista calls out your name you shoot out of your seat, exchanging a glance with Jongseong before walking over, thanking the lady and grabbing your drinks.

A wave of comfortable silence washes over you two as you try your drinks, glancing out the huge window by your table. You watch as families, couples, or just one person pass by that window. Trying to figure out something about them as they quickly pass by.

After an hour of quiet conversations of whatever intrigues you, you decide to leave the cafe. Dinner time was approaching and you wanted to beat the rush. Surprisingly, you both quickly decide on a restaurant to go to, a nice restaurant that perfectly suited your cravings. During dinner you exchange numbers, not being able to wait for the next time you’ll see each other.

The sun starts setting when you both decide to go home, walking to the subway station hand in hand. Paying for your fare you both head on the subway, sitting down next to each other. A yawn washes over you, laying your head back and closing your eyes—It’s not like you’ll fall asleep right?

It’s a shame that you did fall asleep. You feel yourself being gently shaken awake by Jongseong. You lift your head up from his shoulder, looking around the subway.

“Your stop is the next one. Can’t have you half asleep walking home.” He chuckles, you rub your eyes. Trying your best to stretch with the little space you have. “Thank you Seong.” You yawn, letting out a small smile.

He nods, inviting the smile from your face onto his. The subway comes to a stop once again and you look at him with a slight sadness. Planting a chaste kiss on his cheek you let out, “I had fun today, Seong. Let’s do it some time again, yeah?”

“Okay,” He says, smiling. “Text me when you get home okay?” You salute him, walking away with a lovesick smile on your face.

Jongseong holds the same one, still feeling the linger of your kiss on his cheek. He lets his hand touch his cheek, embarrassed by the amount of warmth that flooded his cheeks.

Spring, 2021

It had been around a year and a little over a half since the two of you had even talked.

You don’t know if he got a new number or randomly ghosted you. Even though you had met a bunch of times after, it seemed like he realized that he didn’t like you as much as you thought he did.

You should’ve expected it, I mean—It’s not like anybody could like you that much.

Sighing, you open the messaging app. Typing something in his chat before deleting it. Scrolling up to your old messages.

You hated the fact that you missed him even though you never even dated. You hated the fact that you thought you could be something more than just a failed situationship. You hated the fact that you thought someone could prove you wrong and that someone could love you.

But, of course. All good things came to an end. And what seemed to be like the only good thing in your life, completely ghosted you. You like to believe that he got a new number and forgot to tell you, or lost his phone and had to get a new sim card. But it still hurt.

So, everytime you thought of him, you reopened those messages, trying to reiterate the happiness you felt while texting him.

Looking down to the bottom of your phone you see the empty textbox, mocking you for opening the chat once again. You decide, What’s the harm in messaging him? Maybe he just missed your last few. Clicking on the textbox you type slowly, carefully thinking about your words before sending it.

hey, are you still there? didn’t take you for the type who ghosts girls

You sigh, deleting the text quickly. Looking over to see the ungodly hour of the night displayed on your clock you place your phone down, tucking yourself nicely under the blanket, praying to every god that maybe, he’s okay.

Autumn, 2022

“Have you heard Enhypens recent album? It’s so good!” Hanni exclaims, changing the music playing in the background to listen to the album.

“This is like a few months old, but anyways—Shout out is the best song ever, you should play that song.” Minji answers. They both look at you, asking for your opinion. “Who’s Enhypen?” You ask, eyebrows furrowing as you look up from your phone.

Minji scoffs, “My seven boyfriends. Listen to this song! Isn’t it so good?”

You listened to the background, bopping your head to the upbeat guitar in the instrumental. The lyrics were sweet, and meaningful. Even though you quit poetry, words still had lot’s of meaning for you, and you loved when they found significance in songs. One guy’s voice sounds so vaguely familiar, you brush it off. You probably just saw a clip of him singing a while back and didn’t remember. Getting to the second verse you pay much attention to the lyrics. Your jaw drops hearing one of the lines.

“What’d he just say? Can you rewind a few seconds Hanni?” You ask and she shrugs, opening her phone to go back a few seconds.

Listening to the same verse again you hear those awfully familiar lyrics.

Our perfect harmony

Is truly beautiful

You know those words like the back of your hand. You wrote these exact words in a poem two or three years ago. Could this be a coincidence? Probably, right? You’re too consumed in your own thoughts to hear both of the echoes of your name, following with Hanni asking why.

Slowly pulling out your phone, you quickly search “Enhypen” into the bar. Looking at the members you scan the faces. Looking at them all you see—

Jay.

That’s Jongseong.

No way, it can’t be. Clicking on his link you’re met with a collage of images. Your body seems to be moving faster than your mind because immediately you scroll down to read the small box of information about him. Oh and of course his name is Park Jongseong too but that's a coincidence, right? Switching apps, you open a selfie you and Seong took on one of your few dates.

You feel as if your eyes will shoot out of your brain, blurting out “I know him.”

Minji and Hanni both exchange weird looks, “You know who? Enhypen? Letting out a hesitant nod, they both rush over to see Jongseong’s information box on your screen. Switching apps to show them the selfie, then each side by side. “Y/n, you know Jay? As in Enhypen’s Jay?” Hanni gives you a bewildered look. You turn your head up to see Minju sharing the same one. Blinking profusely, you try to figure out how this is even possible.

“Yes! Remember the guy who ghosted me like two years ago? That’s him!” You exclaim, aggressively pointing to a picture of him. Minji’s mouth opens, forming an “o”. You all sit in silence processing this information.

Breaking the silence, Minji scoffs, “You’re telling me you had a situationship with Jay Park?

Another long silence follows, you all try to process the fact that the one you deemed as “the one who got away” was globally famous. Maybe he realized his worth, and left you. Maybe, he didn’t bother contacting you because he secretly disliked you. Or maybe he—

“Y/n, he’s coming to Seattle.”

You whip your head to the incoming voice. Instead of seeing a face, you see a phone, straight in front of you listing tour dates. You grab a hold of the phone, making sure you read the words right. “Seattle, Washington. 9/28.”

“They’re coming in a week?” You exclaim, eyes not leaving the phone for a second. Hanni rushes over and you all huddle around the phone. Your breath quickens as you process even more information. And you felt like your brain was about to explode, he would be. in city? in a week?

Hanni practically screams, shaking your shoulders harshly. She seems much more excited than you did, blabbering about how you would reunite and fall in love again. Rolling your eyes, you hand Minji back her phone. You start to question every life decision you had made in the past three years. Would he even remember you? What if it’s a different Jongseong who just happened to have the same name and look exactly like the Seong you once knew? Would you even run into him for the few days he’s there?

These thoughts circle in your brain as you lay down in bed. You thought you were over him—you weren’t even anything to begin with. Maybe it's the quickening beat of your heart to the thought of him , or the smile you hold in whenever you look back at your texts, or maybe even the loneliness you felt after him that keeps you going.

Autumn, 2022

The light breeze engulfs your body. Even though the sun seems to be blinding everywhere it’s still as chilly as ever. Looking at everyone’s outfits on the sidewalk you realize how stupid you look. Fully clothes but with sunglasses covering your eyes. Was it a necessary choice? No—but you realized that after you had left the house. It didn’t matter anyways, you could just take them off (you weren’t but it was still an option).

Taking your lunch break you walk to the cafe around the corner from your building. Recognizing the cafe as one you visited a few years ago. You ordered the same drink you did three years ago—also ordering a sandwich to eat. You sit down at a table two tables away from the one you once sat at. Placing down your sunglasses you glance around the cafe while waiting for your food.

Noticing a man in a baseball hat and a mask, you squint trying to see his face. Giving up seconds later and observing someone else. Eyes latching onto the pretty barista making your order. Watching as she quickly makes your sandwich and starts on your drink, not wasting a second to spare.

“I think those sunglasses are mine?” The masked man comes up to you, taking off his baseball cap. You get a better view of his eyes, recognizing the crinkle of his eyes when he smiles.

“Jay?” It’s barely above a whisper, but he still hears it.

He pulls down his mask, showing the face you once knew three years ago, but much more mature now. “Y/n, can we talk?” He sounds nervous, almost jittery. Constantly looking around at the strangers walking by.

“Yeah, of course.” The light tone of your voice calms him down every so slightly, sitting down in front of you with a lopsided smile.

Never in your life would you have thought you’d meet a celebrity that actually wanted to talk to you, And never in your life would you expect it to be him. Seong—Your Seong, sitting in front of you, carefully selecting every word he utters to you. The one who always knew what to say, can’t seem to get the right words out.

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Chapter 102

Seon Hayeon.

It's been so long since Wooyeon heard that, that it has already faded into the back of his mind. A name he'd only heard a few times, and even when he did, he didn't feel compelled to memorize it.

Suhyang continued to talk about Hayeon for quite some time. The sequence was all over the place. She'd say one thing and then abruptly cut to another. Wooyeon didn't miss a single word of Suhyang's faded memories.

'She was too weak to travel very far.'

Hayeon was described as pale and skinny. It wasn’t that her family was poor, but her illness took its toll. She was almost bankrupt and ready to give up on life when she met Suhyang.

‘There was strong opposition at home, but I couldn't see it at the time.’

What began at the tender age of seventeen continued until they were both in their twenties. First as friends, then as lovers, and finally as spouses with a promised future.

'I only moved in with Hayeon after she got pregnant with you.'

Until then, Suhyang believed everything would be fine. They had already registered their marriage, and Hayeon's chronic illness could be cured with hundreds of millions of won. What Suhyang overlooked was the fundamental difference in the environments in which she and Hayeon had lived.

'I was stupid. At that time, I thought that the best thing to do was to inherit the company as soon as possible. I was so busy taking care of the future that I couldn't see the present right in front of me.'

Hayeon withered under Suhyang's indifference and excessive media attention. Unable to cope with being scrutinized for her every move, she gradually retreated into the house.

'I wasn't the one who locked Hayeon up.'

By the time Suhyang realized that her illness was not getting better, it was too late. No amount of treatment could help her because she was unwilling to get better on her own. As the month of her due date drew nearer, Hayeon continued to wither away.

'If she hadn't met me, she might have lived happily.'

The end of a relationship that she thought was fate was cruel enough to be irreversible. Hayeon died before she could give birth to Wooyeon, and skillful doctors saved his life. Suhyang gave Wooyeon the “Seon” surname, but she couldn't look him in the face since he looked exactly like Hayeon.

'There's nothing in the world that money can't buy, except bringing the dead back to life.'

After losing the person she loved, Suhyang didn't want to lose her child either. She was afraid that someone might be greedy and since she couldn't even hold him properly, she decided to keep him hidden. It wasn't hard for her to erase Hayeon's traces or to make it seem like Wooyeon didn't exist.

'I couldn't protect her, so I just wanted to protect you.'

Suhyang said that she truly loved Hayeon. It wasn't 'I loved you.' It was 'I love you.' Wooyeon had no idea how big that love was. He didn’t rashly define how the love that had lost its target was twisted and expressed.

'To you... I owe you an apology.'

A woman who has never bent to anyone in her life. Arrogant, high-pressure, and a typical chaebol, it must have been very difficult for her to say sorry. Perhaps that was why the apology she uttered was so awkward.

'I'm sorry.'

Of course, Wooyeon didn’t say it was okay. It was never okay, so there was nothing he could do. He had no intention of making her heart feel at ease, even with a lie.

'Why you're apologizing all of a sudden, I don't know.'

It was a natural question for Wooyeon. It was a rift of emotions that had built up for 20 years. Wasn’t it too sudden to end it in the time it took for the rainy season to pass?

“So, why did you come to my house?”

Dohyun gently stroked Wooyeon's hair as they lay side by side. He ran his fingers through his tangled hair and then covered the nape of his neck with his palm. Wooyeon shrugged and shook his head.

“We've made a deal. I'll move back out when second semester starts. I'll live close to the school and attend college properly."

"Won't it be dangerous?"

“I think there will be more bodyguards.”

After finishing their conversation, Wooyeon got in Secretary Yoon's car and returned to Dohyun. Secretary Yoon had witnessed everything that had happened that day, but she hadn't said anything about it. Well, that must be why she has stayed by Suhyang's side for so long.

"She says she's sorry, but people don't change easily. If that were true, I wouldn't have had to fight with you, Hyung."

The feeling was so strange that it couldn't be expressed in words. If something feels refreshing, it feels refreshing, if it feels uncomfortable, it feels uncomfortable. Since nothing changed right away, it didn't feel real. Dohyun stared blankly at Wooyeon and then pulled him into his arms.

"Well... They say the way to become close with a family that doesn't get along is to stay far away."

"Are you talking about your experience?"

“Half of it.”

A faint pheromone lingered at the tip of his nose. Maybe it was because he had smelled Suhyang's, but now he felt relieved. How could pheromones be this good? Wooyeon wrapped his arms around Dohyun's waist, thinking to himself.

“I didn't realize those two were so in love.”

Wooyeon had heard about Hayeon from their employees. The gossip they shared as they walked around the house was very noticeable to the young Wooyeon's ears.

The stories of how the vice president had brought in a poor Omega, and how she was so obsessed with her that she ended up killing her. Dohyun's words of how he would end up like that Omega, were still fresh in his mind.

“I can't imagine it. The President was in love with someone."

“Me neither.”

Ji Suhyang's lover. Even though she was his mother, Wooyeon couldn't imagine it at all. Even the expressions he had seen for a moment were erased as if his brain had rejected them.

“Seonsaeng-nim.”

“....”

“Sunbae.”

“....”

“Hyung.”

“Yeah, what?”

Wooyeon chuckled and buried his face in Dohyun's arms. In the past, whenever he needed to, he would call him "Seonsaeng-nim," but now he only responded to being called "Hyung."

“It's just... Thank you.”

“You have nothing to be grateful for.”

There were many things that wouldn't have changed if Dohyun hadn't been there. For example, Wooyeon's middle school days, the way he thought, and even his attitude toward Suhyang.

“This and that...”

“This and that?”

“...You said you called my mom.”

'...I got a call. From that kid.'

It was obvious who that kid was. There was only one person in the world who would dare to call Suhyang and ask about Wooyeon's story.

'I wasn't the only one who lost a family member, but I found out too late. And I didn't even know that I would hear it from someone other than my family.'

She looked so sorry. Suhyang, who didn't seem like she'd bleed even if you pricked her with a needle, smiled bitterly, which was unusual for her.

'Now it's just you and me... If I asked you to come back home, would you?'

It was a shameless question. Naturally, Wooyeon laughed and shook his head. It might not be Suhyang who locked Hayeon up, but she was the one who locked Wooyeon up.

“...I.”

Dohyun hesitated for a long moment. Then he tightened his arm around Wooyeon and spoke without confidence.

"I thought I was providing you with a refuge."

The word "refuge" didn't sound very positive. The gentle tone that followed was the same.

"I thought I was adding fuel to the fire by telling you to stay at my house."

Perhaps Dohyun thought he had caused this. He wondered if he'd made a big deal out of things that would otherwise pass quietly. He said it so affectionately.

“I hadn't thought of that...”

Wooyeon opened his mouth slowly, choosing his words in his head. Of course, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought of Dohyun's house the day he left the main house. It's also true that he took his steps quickly because he had a place to run away to.

“It was just an excuse.”

However, even if it wasn't for Dohyun, it would have happened someday. It was just that the timing was a little bit earlier, because Wooyeon always wanted to get away from there.

Dohyun watched Wooyeon and slowly rubbed his back.

“I'm sure the President would agree.”

“....”

“Even without me, she would have apologized someday.”

His breathing was even. The heartbeat he could hear in his ears was calm and gentle.

“So don't think it's all my fault.”

The words hit the nail on the head. He thought it was all Dohyun's fault, and he must have noticed. It was too subtle for anyone else but Kim Dohyun to notice.

“...Shall we go on a trip?”

“A trip?”

Wooyeon's first love that he had never forgotten. He was his comfort, his salvation, and now his refuge.

“The rainy season is ending today, so it would be nice to go somewhere and play.”

Four years ago, he and Dohyun had broken up before the seasons changed twice. The brief transition from spring to summer. A period when it didn't even rain ten times. In that moment, Wooyeon seeped into Dohyun like a spring rain.

“Domestic is good, or overseas is good...”

The relationship that ended before the rainy season began now continued after it ended. Perhaps, Dohyun would be by Wooyeon's side even when the seasons changed again.

“Anything is good if Hyung is there.”

His heart fluttered in his chest. Dohyun let out a ticklish laugh and nodded slowly. The answer that he'd like it anywhere was full of affection for Wooyeon.

"I like you too, Yeon-ah."

It was the same answer, but Wooyeon didn't point it out. Instead, he just closed his eyes as he kissed him.

Even after the rainy season ended, Wooyeon still permeated him. The dark clouds that had been bothering his heart had now disappeared without a trace. It was a night when it no longer rained and he wasn't alone.

Alpha Trauma

-fin.

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abbysimsfun · 8 months ago

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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 57 (Reaping Rewards?)

The morning after Heather and Conrad's trip to the lighthouse, he returned from an early morning run with Gord and checked the mail. (That mailbox came with the house in the gallery and I feel great leaving it.) Along with the usual collection of bills and flyers for the fish market down at the docks, a strange newsletter, advertising a so-called "Recipe for Life," had been delivered.

Heather put down the trifold from the Ambrosia Society. She'd never heard of it. "It's a little strange we were just talking about ghosts and unfinished business, and the next day a newsletter arrives talking about ambrosia," she mused.

They weren't sure whether to be intrigued or disturbed - perhaps a little of both - but they couldn't deny their curiosity. Conrad looked them up on his phone. "They look legit, and I can check them out on the police computers on Monday - but you're almost a master gardener and you're already a master cook. Sorta seems like a challenge you could meet without even trying."

"I could learn to make ambrosia treats along with the Recipe for Life, as the newsletter calls it. I've stuck to wellness treats so far, but lots of pet owners ask about ambrosia. Maybe ambrosia treats could help you track down that dog you heard at the lighthouse. And knowing how to make ambrosia could definitely come in handy if the Landgraab curse strikes again."

"What does it say we have to do?"

"We need to get this thing called a Grimophone, then plant a lily and a snapdragon. I should ask my mother for help but I think whoever sent the newsletter eventually wants us to graft and grow a death flower in exchange for the recipe. She harvests them sometimes and taught me how when I was younger; she can sell them for a lot of money, but we don't have a lot of indoor space and the plants are seasonal. We'd probably have to use the hall outside Ash's room."

"Not that I think it's a great idea to give a toddler a bunch of thorny plants, and you know what I think about the curse, but if you load up Ash with a bundle of death flowers, no curse would ever be able to touch him. He'd need at least nine lives," said Conrad.

"Maybe when he's older." She frowned. "I'd rather not scare him or lie to him about what they're for. But doing this could help keep him safe. That's all I want."

Despite their busy lifestyles, they were more attracted to the challenge set forth in the newsletter with each passing thought.

"I don't mind cooking more, learning the recipe myself. I meant it when I said I'd do anything to keep you and Ash safe, but we're a team, and you're not going to do this alone," he said. "It's dangerous messing around with death."

Visiting her family in Henford, Heather picked up some flower seeds from her expert botanist mother and asked her sister-in-law, a walking Simpedia on all kinds of topics, about the Grimophone.

"My mother has one," said Cass. "Anything paranormal, you name it. She bought it."

"What does it do?"

"It plays any music you want, but the real trick is it'll help you summon the Grim Reaper. If you go see my mother, she'd be happy to show it to you."

After work one rainy evening, Heather and Conrad stopped by to visit Bella Goth at her mansion in Cavalier Cove. Through her years spent obsessing over the supernatural, she'd collected various items that now took up space in her attic.

Heather was nervous. "And summoning the Grim Reaper will help us learn to make ambrosia? It won't do anything else...like unleash death and destruction?"

"From Grimmie? Hardly! He's just a courier. Jokes he wears bicycle shorts under all those black robes."

"You know the Grim Reaper?"

"He was the last person to see my brother alive, so I had to find a way to talk to him. But he was so kind. We struck up a nice friendship."

"According to the newsletter, we'll probably have to make friends with him, too."

"I bet Grimmie asked the society to set the challenge just so he could make a bunch of new friends! He knows plenty of people know how to make ambrosia, but he wishes people were less afraid of him. Culling sims all day can be a lonely existence, you know."

Bella led them upstairs and pulled out her old Grimophone, blowing off the dust to reveal a music player made of matte black steel. "If you want, I could pull out the seance table and you could ask the spirits about ambrosia. That should help you learn the recipe in no time."

Conrad stepped forward. "Is it safe?"

"I haven't used it in years so it might be a little shaky, but the spirits who stick around to answer simple questions are harmless. Mostly departed mentors who miss teaching."

She sat with Heather and Conrad at the small round table draped in purple and gold cloth. She blew away more dust, and Heather's allergies made her sneeze.

"Watcher bless you," said Bella. "It's especially important to say such a thing if you sneeze around a seance table. We don't need any spirits stealing your soul!"

"This is a bad idea. Heather, maybe we should think more about this."

"Conrad, it's okay. I still have my soul," Heather assured him. "We're here for Ash, so we might as well ask about the ambrosia."

Bella showed them how to convene with the spirits with their palms open on the table. She chanted a rhyme that sounded faintly Omiscan, and suddenly a blue flame flickered to life before their eyes.

Floating above the table, the flame bent it's shape into a hoop, like a tunnel for spirits and sims to commune on one plane. Heather seemed possessed, swaying with the pulsing circle above their heads as jumbled Simlish spewed from her lips.

"What's happening to her?" Conrad was frightened, but Bella smiled warmly.

"She's fine. They're just having a conversation."

"Make it stop!"

"They'll only be a few minutes. If I pull her out before they're finished, she might not be able to get in touch with them again. They think it's rude if you just leave."

"Is she even conscious?"

"In a way."

"Could she get...stuck?"

"Oh, that's rare!" She laughed while Conrad's heartrate quickened.

"Mrs. Goth, if anything happens to her in there-"

"What's going on?"

Bella's son, Alexander, walked nonchalantly into the room. The flaming blue portal to another dimension didn't phase him.

"Heather's travelling with some of my old gear, sweetheart."

"Is this that newsletter thing?"

"This was my idea," she admitted. "But Heather's fine."

"Do you think you'll be done before Lydia gets back from spin class? This might freak her out a bit."

Finally, disappearing as rapidly as it first appeared, the blue light released Heather from her trance. "Wow!" she breathed, lowering her hands and reacquainting herself with her surroundings. "That was nuts! How long was I out?"

"A few minutes, just like I expected." Bella shot Conrad a satisfied grin while his shoulders dropped in relief.

"I just went to school and learned about ambrosia for three days. I feel like I could make ambrosia treats in my sleep! They said we can only learn the Recipe for Life by following the instructions as they're given, and the next thing we need to do is summon the Grim Reaper on the Grimophone."

"Did you want mine?"

"You don't need it?"

"Grim and I are such good friends, I can just call him on my phone. Go ahead, have fun, but it drops a fair bit of soot in the air from the horn. Just a warning!"

When they returned home, Conrad held her close, still unnerved by what he witnessed. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Conrad, I'm fine," she insisted. "It wasn't a big deal. It was school. Nothing dangerous."

"If we use Mrs. Goth's table again, you're not travelling or whatever she called it. I will. I can't let anything happen to you."

She didn't mind his protective stance despite her independence. He always made her feel safe, and she wanted him to see where she'd been so he'd know the place was nothing to fear. But they were both exhausted by the events in Bella's attic, and they decided to wait to use the borrowed Grimophone.

For now, they'd plant their seeds and wait to see if the Ambrosia Society sent another newsletter. ->

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NOTE: As a master vet Heather knew how to make ambrosia treats. She's had a couple in reserve for a long time, but I'm pretending they're not there yet. She hasn't sold or used one because I've been plotting this paranormal storyline and wasn't sure when to bring it in, but Reapers Rewards presented a great opportunity, especially with death on their minds so recently with Ash's accident, and Heather constantly trying to improve her clinic's rating. Yesterday's post was always meant as a soft launch, but it wasn't going to get this supernatural for a while!

The storyline is actually for Conrad more than Heather, but these two are an excellent team so I don't mind that I accidentally sent Heather through the flame portal and not Conrad. He was legit upset, raising his voice to Bella while it was happening, so that stuff wrote itself and proved he's as incredible as we all think he is. Plus Heather's the one with the skills that will hopefully make this challenge a breeze, let me collect quasi-free stuff and write while Conrad gets some skills up, so they're definitely going to do this one together.

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artemis1214 · 4 months ago

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WIP...Thursday?

I had so much playing around with this idea of sending Alastor and Esme to therapy, but I was so busy yesterday I forgot to upload!

Yet again another snippet from my third book, which I'm hoping will be out in the Spring (because I'm manifesting season 2 soon lol).

There’s a silence and Esme looks over at Alastor, who is looking everywhere but at the clinician in front of them. He makes brief eye contact with Esme before looking back at his staff. For fucks sake, why was he always like this? She swore that he had never been this infuriating in their mortal lives. She sighs, “I don’t know what else to do to help our relationship.” She says, earning another look from him. “I have tried everything I could do as a wife, and yet he still pushes me away.”

Alastor looks out the window, “That’s unnecessary.”

“How so?” The therapist comments, turning her body towards him.

“There is nothing wrong with our marriage.”

“Alastor…is there a reason you won’t look at me?” His ear twitches and Esme looks over at his discomfort. “You are looking at everything else you can find, even making eye contact with your wife, but you won’t look at me.”

He slowly turns his attention to her, his eyes narrowing and his smile stretching as his antlers grow, “Is…this…better?” His nails dig into the couch.

“Alastor…” Esme mumbles.

“Let’s try a different approach.” Victoria straightens up, pulling on her collar and clearing her throat, “Alastor, could you please leave the room?”

“Why? Do we always start with gossiping about the husband?”

She laughs, “No, sir. It’s a common approach to separate the couple and then bring them together at the end. When I’m done with your wife, I’ll switch the two of you out and ask some similar questions. Then, we regroup.”

Esme reaches over and places her hand on top of his, “You can go, Hunny, I promise I won’t say anything bad..”

He hesitates but eventually rolls his shoulders back and stands up. Every inch of his body did not want to be there, but there was a part of him that secretly feared not being around her more. Considering what information he had revealed to her that night, she could easily disclose his deal to this therapist and ruin his entire reputation. His very status was on the line here. He didn’t think Esme was that naive, although he did know that at times she was very driven by her emotions and could lack logic. He looks around at the empty waiting room and eventually sits down, his shadow crawling up the wall and snickering at him.

“Say…nothing…”

Meanwhile, back in the room, Esme looks down at her heels, shuffling uncomfortably on her cushion. “Esme…” She snaps her attention back up to the therapist, “Yes?” She sees a warm smile looking back at her comfortingly, “Can you tell me about your human life?”

Her eyes widened, “Oh…what should I say…umm…”

“Anything really. For now, let’s focus on life before you met your husband.” Victoria puts the notebook down, walks over to her, and sits next to her, “Tell me about your childhood, your parents, anything you find significant.” She turns her body towards her and leans on the back of the couch, “I’m all ears.”

New York, Jan 1918

It was a rainy day in Manhattan, not heavy enough to keep Esme cooped up in her apartment, but enough where her hair became slightly frizzy from the humidity, enlarging the density of her curls. Days like these made being a woman so difficult, as the humidity made the many layers of her ensemble stick to her skin. She rolls up her stockings and secures them to her supporters before pulling up her light brown pleated skirt and tightening the waist. Her head turns to the door as she hears a small knock. She answers while still buttoning up her white blouse, beginning to tie the collar.

Margo enters, “Want to make cookies with me?” The young girl asks, happily skipping inside and batting her large brown eyes up at her sister.

Esme chuckles, “Sorry, bambina, but Pa needs me down at the saloon.” She leans down in front of her mirror and begins to tie her curls back in a low bun to protect them from the rain.

“But you’re always there, you’re never home anymore!” Margo’s shoe taps angrily against the floor.

"Margaret…." She sighs, bending down and taking her hands, “Father gave me a new job there, I have to sing for the customers, you know that.”

“But…we used to sing.”

She smiles sadly, “And we still can, I just have to do work is all…” She pushes back a strand of Margo’s dark hair behind her shoulder, “I’ll tell you what, how about tonight when I come home, I read you a bedtime story?”

“Really? You promise?”

“Cross my heart.” She kisses her head lovingly, “Now, go pester Mother - go!” She pinches her hip, causing the little one to squeal and run off. Standing back up, Esme smiles as she watches Margo hurry down the hallway to their mother’s room, pushing the door open and announcing, “Mama, I want cookies!” Chuckling to herself, she secures a small black hat around her head, picking up her purse and umbrella before heading out of the apartment and locking the door behind her.

She imagined what her life would someday be, picturing scenarios playing out in her head. She opens the front door of the building and heads down the stairs, turning onto the sidewalk and opening her umbrella. Despite the gloomy weather, many families were still out in groups. Husbands and wives walked hand in hand as little boys splashed in puddles and the girls clung to their mother’s dresses, sheltering themselves from the rain. The young woman smiled to herself as she continued her stroll, touched by the domesticity of the scenes before her.

Growing up she always had her nose tucked into the pages of fairy tales, mostly of princesses being saved by dashing princes on a white horse. She never saw that type of love between her parents, but she did know it existed - right? It had to, she read it in her books. The same books that she would find security in when her mother would lull her to sleep. Something that feels so comforting, has to be good…right?

As a child, she remembered seeing her father leave in the early morning with his boys - not returning until late at night. When he came home, her mother would always appear concerned, asking if anyone had seen him late at night or if he had run into any problems with anybody. He never did, he always told her, “It’s taken care of, don’t worry about it.” but Esme knew in the energy her mother gave off that something was wrong.

Lost in the flashbacks of her childhood, she recalls one particular night when she couldn’t sleep. She must have been no older than seven, just about the same age as her sister, when she walked up to her parent's bedroom and overheard the following conversation.

“I mean, what the fuck am I supposed to do Gabriella? Do you know what our name means? My brother has worked hard to build this family, I’m not going to let it down.”

Esme peers through the crack of the door, seeing her mother shaking her head rapidly, “And what about when you die, Frank? Who is going to watch over Esme and I? You keep on doing business like this, God knows what can happen to y-”

“I have no choice, Gabby!” He shouts, “I loan them money, they have to pay it back - that’s it! I give them jobs in exchange for protection, they have to complete their deal. It’s business!”

“You’re playing a dangerous game, hiding such business in that parlor.”

“You’d keep your mouth shut if you knew what was good for you!” He sneers, pointing a finger at her, “Now, hush up before you wake up the girl. Go to sleep.”

She watched as the two of them climbed into bed with one another before she retreated into her bedroom.

The next morning, Esme’s mother brought her to church just as she always did every Sunday. As a young child, she didn’t pay much attention to the homily or readings, but she did find herself gazing at the tall statues and stained glass of the interior, looking up at their faces and imagining them as her friends. She knew from her school that God wanted all his children to be kind and good, that you should always speak to one another with respect, and that fear was not good. Her mother was the textbook definition of a Godly woman, but her father - who never showed up for mass - was another story.

After the service, Esme follows her mother to the statue of the Virgin Mary for their after-service rosary. They wait in line and Esme tugs at her mother’s skirt, “Si, ragazzina?” Her mother whispers.

“Mama…is Daddy going to go to heaven?”

Taken back by her daughter’s blunt and untimely question, Gabriella blinks and pulls Esme by the hand to the corner of the church, bending down and mumbling to her, “Why would you ask something like that?”

“Well…is Daddy a bad man?”

She hesitates, “Sometimes men do bad things because they are protecting the ones they love.”

“So….will Daddy go to heaven if he’s doing bad things?”

She cups her face, “You don’t have to worry about anything like that. God gave your father a beautiful gift, you know what that is?”

Esme shakes her head, her ponytails swinging from side to side. She soon feels her mother’s finger poke her chest, “You, darling.” Esme’s nose scrunches and she giggles as her mother kisses her forehead before heading back over to the statue.

Waiting for her mother, Esme turns to see a tall statue of Jesus next to her. She crosses herself and folds her hands, “God, please protect my Daddy and Mommy.” She pauses, thinking very hard, “And when I get older…send me a prince from my stories that will protect me….like Daddy protects mommy, Amen.”

The sound of crashing horseshoes against the pavement snaps Esme out of her thoughts as she approaches her father’s parlor. She takes a deep breath and shakes her body out as she opens the door. She’ll just tuck that memory away somewhere…not like it’s going to harm her in any way.

About 20 minutes later, Alastor’s ears pick up the sound of the door opening and Esme walks out wiping her eyes. He doesn’t say anything but watches as she walks over to the couch and sits down. His body heats up in anger at seeing her in such a weak state, “You’re crying…” He says lowly. Esme sniffles and looks up at him, “I was vulnerable…” She responds, “She wants you, by the way..” She turns away and closes her eyes, sighing and leaning back into the chair.

He rolls his eyes, “This is a big waste of time.” He stands up, “I thought the whole point of coming over here was for you to feel better, not be sitting here crying.” He twists his cane and puts his hands behind his back before tilting his head and humming mockingly, “Hmmmm?”

“Al...” She says in annoyance, “Can you just go? It’s your turn.”

“Fine.” He walks to the door, “I have enough confidence not to falter.” He enters the room.

The therapist smiles at him as he walks into her office again, “Welcome Alastor, please take a seat.” He keeps his eyes locked on her as he walks over and sits back down, “Why, prey tell, is my wife crying?” He questions, but he is met with her finger raising and swaying side to side, “Nuh uh uh, we don’t share what our clients speak about. We are here to talk about you now, after all. So, tell me about yourself.”

He laughs at her audacity, a backtrack joining him in amusement. He places a hand on his chest as he gloats, “I am The Radio Demon.”

“I know that.”

His eyes open and he looks back at her, his voice taking a more serious tone, “That is all you need to know about me.”

“Is it? Why don’t you tell me about your childhood?”

“I had no childhood.”

She hums at his answer, crossing her paws on her knee, “No childhood, so no parents, no father?”

“I had no father.” He says firmly.

“A mother then?” At that word, Alastor’s demeanor changes and he straightens up, his eyes darting across the floor. His silence speaks volumes and her eyes widen, “Ahhh, there we are.” His eyes narrow as she continues, “Did I strike a nerve?”

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