#gonna be the first to admit that I have a problem

[xfang-is-deadx]

1. Poorly written Ao3 fic, mayo clinic article on anemia, Google translate, adult swim

2. Oh yeah baby

3. Not unpacking that

4. Old ass house

5. Nope! And they never will

6. No, I already have mental illness and already know it isn't gonna gain you anything

7. Too many to list

8. Also too many to list

9. Yep

10. All of them

11. Fried emo hair

12. I'm resisting the urge to make a really unfunny joke here but technically no

13. She's catholic so yes

14. Introvert. Interacting with more than 3 people at once makes me want to punch babies

15. Probably spotify or pinterest I have a problem

16. More than I'd like to admit

17. Police, needles, throwing up, having a body, straight men, pregnancy

18. Hard to pick a worst one but probably my friend warning me about my ex being a massive creep and me proceeding to date them. Lo and behold she was a massive creep

19. Lied to my dad about using CBD at my first pride rally. It didn't do shit anyway I don't know why I lied.

20. Yeah I can keep other people's secrets but not my own

“I have nothing to hide” Asks

(For those daring enough to reblog)

1. What are 4 tabs that you have open on your browser right now?

2. Have you ever thought about seriously harming someone?

3. How are you feeling emotionally right now?   

4. What type of place(Like building) are you in right now?       

5. Does anyone know your deepest, darkest secret?

6. Have you ever tried to feign mental illness for personal gain?

7. Do you have any enemies?

8. Do you have any people you only pretend to like?

9. What is one item that you never let anyone besides yourself look at or in?

10. Do you have any talents that people say you have but you don’t believe you actually have?

11. Something you like that other people generally do not like?

12. Are you a Virgin?  

13. Is there anyone that your grandma would hate that you are subscribed to on youtube?

14. Introvert or extrovert?

15. What is the most used application on your device?

16. How much fan fiction have you actually read?

17. Worst Fears?

18. Biggest mistake you’ve ever made?

19. Worst lie you’ve ever told?

20. Do you consider yourself a trustworthy person?

[amourquinn]

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 ; quinn hughes

( short fic )

pairing : boyfriend!quinn x fem!reader wc. 1.3k

genre : fluff no warnings

summary : quinn is feeling sore before valentine’s day, so you show up early to take care of him proving that love isn’t about grand gestures — it’s about being there when it matters most

you sighed in relief as you pulled into the driveway of the lake house, the familiar sight of the cabin-like home easing the weight that had settled on your chest for the past few days.

quinn had been here with his brothers for nearly a week, taking a much-needed break from the season. but then, two days ago, he got injured. nothing major—just a rough hit during their pond hockey game that left him with a bruised rib and a sore body. he assured you over the phone that he was fine, but you knew him better than that.

which was exactly why you were here now, a full day earlier than planned.

you stepped out of the car, adjusting the bag slung over your shoulder, and made your way inside. the house was warm, a stark contrast to the winter air outside, and mostly quiet except for the faint sound of a tv playing in another room.

“y/n?”

you turned toward the familiar voice just as jack appeared in the hallway, his face lighting up in surprise. “hey! i thought you were coming tomorrow.”

“i was,” you said, setting your bag down. “but someone i love is too stubborn to admit when he’s not okay, so i figured i’d come early.”

jack snorted. “yeah, that sounds about right.”

“where is he?”

“upstairs, passed out in bed. he’s been exhausted all day.”

you nodded, already making your way toward the stairs. “thanks, jack.”

“no problem. and, y/n?” you paused, looking over your shoulder. jack smirked. “good luck prying him off you when he realizes you’re here.”

you just smiled and headed upstairs.

—

you found quinn exactly how you expected—curled up in bed, buried beneath the blankets, his face relaxed in sleep. his messy hair stuck to his forehead slightly, and you could see the faint furrow in his brows, even in rest.

your heart clenched. he must have been more exhausted than he let on.

carefully, you sat on the edge of the bed, brushing your fingers through his hair. “quinn,” you whispered softly.

he stirred, a quiet groan escaping his lips before his eyes fluttered open. at first, he looked dazed, but then his gaze focused on you, and his entire face softened.

“y/n?” his voice was rough with sleep, but there was something else in it too—relief.

“hey, baby.” you smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “i’m here.”

quinn didn’t waste a second. he shifted, wincing slightly, and pulled you into his arms, tucking his face into your neck. “missed you,” he mumbled against your skin.

you melted into him, running your fingers up and down his back carefully. “i missed you too.”

“you’re early.”

“you didn’t actually think i was gonna let you spend valentine’s day eve injured and alone, did you?”

he huffed a small laugh. “i’m not alone.”

you pulled back slightly, raising a brow. “jack said you’ve been in bed all day.”

quinn sighed, not even trying to argue. “i’m just tired.”

“i know, sweet boy,” you murmured, cupping his face gently. “did you take your meds?”

he hesitated.

“quinn.”

he groaned. “i was gonna.”

you rolled your eyes fondly. “you’re lucky i love you.”

“i know,” he said immediately, lips twitching. “you wouldn’t be here early if you didn’t.”

you sighed, shaking your head before pressing another kiss to his forehead. “stay here. i’ll be right back.”

quinn whined dramatically but let you go, watching as you disappeared into the bathroom. you returned a minute later with a glass of water and the painkillers he was supposed to take.

“sit up,” you instructed gently.

he did as you said, wincing slightly as he adjusted himself. you handed him the pills, watching as he took them before you climbed back into bed beside him.

the second you were settled, quinn wrapped his arms around you again, pulling you close. you fit perfectly against him, your warmth soothing the lingering aches in his body.

“i like you here,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple.

you smiled, threading your fingers through his. “good, because i’m not going anywhere.”

you stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, the quiet hum of the tv in the background. quinn’s breathing evened out again, his body relaxing against yours as exhaustion took over.

as you held him, running soft circles along his back, you realized something—this was what love looked like. not grand gestures or extravagant dates, but this. showing up when he needed you. taking care of him when he wouldn’t admit he needed it. just being there.

tomorrow was valentine’s day. but right now, this moment? it was already more than enough.

and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

—

the next morning, you woke up before quinn. that wasn’t a surprise—he was still exhausted, and after everything his body had been through, he needed the rest.

you carefully untangled yourself from his grip, which was a task in itself. even in sleep, he was reluctant to let you go, his arm tightening around your waist every time you moved. but after a few gentle whispers and a kiss to his forehead, he finally relaxed enough for you to slip out of bed.

you tiptoed downstairs, smiling when you saw jack and luke in the kitchen.

“morning,” luke greeted, taking a sip of his coffee. “how’s the patient?”

“still asleep,” you said, grabbing a mug for yourself. “but i want to do something small for him when he wakes up.”

jack smirked. “you’re making us all look bad, you know that?”

you grinned. “that’s the goal.”

you spent the next hour putting together a simple breakfast—pancakes, eggs, and bacon, with a side of fresh fruit. jack and luke helped, mostly by keeping you entertained with stories about quinn growing up, but when you brought up valentine’s day, both of them groaned.

“he’s so bad at it,” luke said. “like, he tries, but—”

“he’s an awkward mess,” jack finished.

you laughed. “i don’t need anything big from him. just him.”

jack mock-gagged. “you guys are disgusting.”

you just rolled your eyes and focused on finishing breakfast.

—

by the time you carried the tray upstairs, quinn was awake, though still groggy. his hair was sticking up in every direction, and he blinked up at you with sleepy confusion as you walked in.

“y/n?” his voice was hoarse.

“happy valentine’s day, sweet boy,” you said softly, setting the tray down beside him.

quinn’s brows furrowed, like he was still catching up. then his gaze dropped to the food, and his expression softened. “you did this for me?”

“of course i did.” you sat beside him, reaching out to brush his messy hair back. “did you really think i wouldn’t?”

quinn didn’t say anything. he just looked at you, like he was trying to figure out how he got so lucky. then, without warning, he leaned forward, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

you melted instantly.

“thank you,” he murmured when he pulled back, his forehead resting against yours.

“you’re welcome.” you smiled, rubbing your thumb over his cheek. “now eat before it gets cold.”

quinn hummed, pulling the tray onto his lap. he took a bite of the pancakes, and his eyes fluttered shut for a second. “you’re perfect.”

you laughed. “you’re just saying that because i made you food.”

“no,” quinn said, shaking his head. “i mean it.”

you felt your heart squeeze.

you leaned into his side, watching as he ate, feeling the warmth of him against you. maybe it wasn’t some big, grand valentine’s day. there were no fancy dinner reservations, no over-the-top gifts.

but you had this—quiet, simple moments filled with love.

and to you, that was perfect.

© amourquinn

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Charm Me | Jeon Jungkook | Two Shot | Part One

Summary: Your best friend's boyfriend's best friend is not someone you had planned on falling for, and honestly you hardly admit it to yourself most days but maybe, just maybe there's something you can do to test those waters... Pairing: f!reader x Jungkook (semi friends to lovers lol) Word Count: 7k~ Warnings: Some curses here and there but nothing major. a/n: Kay so this was supposed to be a one shot but I didn't finish it in time and I wanted to get something out for Valentine's Day so I hope you guys enjoy it 🥰 p.s. barely edited per usual so please excuse any mistakes. I legit decided last minute to make this a two shot lol.

"Come on y/n let's go!" Sadie pleads practically dragging me through the parking lot. "Someone's excited" I laugh, dragging my feet a little to make her task even harder, eventually yanking me through a heart littered archway. 

"You finally agreed to come with me to the Valentine's Festival after I had been begging you for years! How could I not be excited?" she says as though her degree of excitement is warranted but with her, excitement is always easy to conjure.

"I've never had a reason to come since I've been single for years" I roll my eyes, the whole thing seemingly pointless if you ask me. "Yet here you are, still single and gracing me with your presence" she says accompanied by a dramatic curtsy, very fitting this time since she happens to be wearing a dress. 

Her cute coquette style mismatched with my dark and moody nature is a laughable dichotomy. 

Her pink ballet flats walk next to my all black combat boots, the ribbons swaying in her hair stand in stark contrast to the way the light catches on my silver chains, leaving us quite the odd pairing.

"You know, if you keep on hanging on my arm like that people are gonna think we're lesbians" I sigh, not making an effort to pull away. "Is that your way of asking me to be your Valentine" she teases and I roll my eyes. 

"Pretty sure Jayson would have a problem with that" I say, pealing her off of me leaving her pouting before grabbing my hand instead and pulling me over to the first of many stalls that line this festival. 

"Just because Jayson is my boyfriend doesn't mean he has to be my Valentine...plus he hasn't asked me yet" she sighs dramatically for the fifth time today, a common theme for the past couple of days whenever this topic is brought up. 

"You know you could always, I don't know... ask him" I say and her brows furrow leaving me poking the wrinkle on her forehead to make her stop. 

"What a ridiculous thing to say" she scoffs and walks off to the next stand leaving me shaking my head and following after her. 

Sadie is someone I've been friends with for as long as I can remember. Long enough to have known each other before we made the dramatic split in our senses of style. I'd love to burn the pictures of me in Abercrombie skinny jeans and brightly colored Hollister polos but alas they will forever haunt my memories. 

At least I had Sadie though. I wouldn't leave her in the past no matter how many embarrassing stories she's in possession of.

"No way!" she squeals and pulls me over to another stall that's caught her eye. "If you keep on yanking on my arm like that you'll eventually pull it off" I say while rolling my shoulder, making it a point to prevent her from doing so again. 

"Sorry" she laughs awkwardly and tries to check on me but I assure her I'm fine, choosing to direct her attention to the table she decided to pull me towards this time.

"Love potions? Really? Jayson is already head over heels for you Sadie, I doubt you'll need help keeping him around" I roll my eyes and try to move onto to the next stall but she pulls me back, gently this time thankfully, clearly enthralled with the concept.

"Not for me silly, for you!" she justifies and takes a closer look, making the mysterious and lowkey sketchy woman behind the table hopeful that she'll get another sucker to fall for her tricks. 

"Why would I need a love potion? Last time I checked there's not a man in my life that I'd want to fall in love with me" I say and she cocks a brow at me. "Bullshit" she says, using language that I've hardly every heard from her. 

"Someone's feisty today" I chuckle making her expression sour. "What? There's literally no guy I could think of that I'd want to use that on" I reiterate but we both know I'm lying. 

But I'm not gonna give that information up though even if she tries to beat it out of me.

"Whatever you say" she huffs and moves onto the next stall.

The rest of our time here is spent doing the same thing over and over again with Sadie trying to find something for Jayson and me just following along getting hungrier by the second as we inch closer and closer to the food stalls that are annoyingly full of food items that look like hearts and roses but I couldn't care less when they smell that good. 

"Alright come on dude I'm starving" I say when she's finished paying, still engaged in a conversation with the shop keeper that has been convincing her to buy too many useless things but it's no skin off my nose if she wants to use her daddy's money to buy that nonsense. 

"Hey! I was still talking to her" she whines but follows since after my not so subtle mention of needing sustenance she's starting to realize she's just as starving if not more than me when she see's that they're selling heart shaped waffles. 

"Okay but afterwards I want to check out a few more stalls!" she compromises and switches to pulling me along again to get in the ever growing line of hungry customers.

~~~~

After we've each successfully gained a food baby each Sadie pops around and looks at a few more stalls with me very much ready for a nap. 

But let's be honest, I'm always ready for a nap.

"Hey why don't you pull the car around and I'll check out the last few stalls on my own" she suggests but I know she's up to something. 

"Why?" I question watching her eyes shift over to a certain stall in particular. "That way it'll safe us a little bit of time and we can get out of here sooner" she explains but I sigh and agree, knowing the faster we get out of here, the better from my perspective at least. 

"I'll call you when I get closer to the entrance" I say and she smiles and waves me off while I make the trek back to her car on my own, having brought her car so I would have no means of escape.

When I finally pull up she hops in with at least two or three more bags than she had when I left. "What did you buy?" I ask but all I'm granted is a little giggle accompanied by a no where near suspicious 'Nothing' leaving me rolling my eyes for the last time tonight, knowing that her childlike excitement when it comes to these things truly is endearing to me, but she'll never know that. 

~~~~

Once Sadie unlocks the door to her apartment we both head over to the table to set down her countless purchases. 

"Did you really need another perfume?" I ask, holding up the pink ish stained glass bottle to the light leaving her taking it out of my hands and putting it back on the table. "It's not perfume it's room mist. It's supposed to make the space feel more romantic" she says, giving a shortened version of the sales pitch she no doubt got. 

"Right...romantic" I chuckle knowing that it'll probably just be a cheaply made lightly scented mist that's supposed to be all natural with health benefits too but I won't burst her bubble on this one since I know there's enough romance to spare when it comes to her and Jayson. 

I swear I can barely stand being alone with them but luckily that's gotten a little better lately. 

"I should probably get going soon" I say looking at the clock after I've helped her put everything away for safe keeping, code word for away from Jayson's prying eyes. "Wait why?" she pouts, "I thought you were gonna stay for movie night" she says as if I just told her that she can't wear pink on Wednesdays. 

"I don't wanna watch a movie with you and your boyfriend" I cringe at the idea of being left in a room with those two. "Yeah but he's bringing J-" she starts to argue but is cut off by a rhythmic knock on her front door making her expression go from sulking to smug.

"Can you get the door?" she asks and goes back to the kitchen to get the movies snacks ready. "I'm not your butler S" I call back out but my only response is her happily humming and completely ignoring me. 

I walk over to the door and open it with Jayson's hand raised up about to knock again which he luckily doesn't because he wouldn't knocked on my forehead instead. 

"Impatient are we?" I ask and lean against the doorway, making his efforts of seeing Sadie last a little while longer. "Hi y/n, is Sadie around?" he chuckles, glad he didn't accidentally make an enemy of me tonight. "I mean this is her apartment" I say and he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. 

"Yeah I guess you're right" he says making me smirk, knowing I'm playing to scary best friend role perfectly. Looks like he took the threat of me castrating him if he ever hurt Sadie pretty seriously still. "In the kitchen" I say and widen the door, letting him slip past me but when I go to close it I'm met with another person trying to come in right behind him.

"Hey y/n" his deep voice says, no doubt trying to play it cool since he's probably heard that story before as well. "Didn't know you were coming" I say, my tone neutral as I widen the door for him. 

"Yeah Jayson said something about a movie night? I heard you were gonna be here so I thought I'd tag along...if that's alright with you of course" Jungkook say, backtracking and clearly embarrassed for admitting that he wanted to see me.

"I mean it's a free country" I shrug my shoulders and close the door, with him waiting for me to lead the way even though he's been here quite a few times already since Sadie and Jayson got together. "Right" he chuckles, not adding much more than that, letting the conversation die.

"Hi baby" Jayson says making Sadie giggle and I avert my eyes before I have to witness another kiss of theirs leaving me bumping into Jungkook's chest, not having expected him to be that close. With him as a result wrapping his arm around me to make sure I don't stumble from the impact. 

"Sorry I-" he says but I just unwrap his arm around my waist. "It's fine. I was just a little too dramatic in trying to save myself from witnessing their love" I roll my eyes leaving Sadie pouting but I can tell she's clearly satisfied with seeing Jungkook and I so close. 

"Makes sense" he said and rubs the back of his neck and watches as I make my way over to the couch with him soon following my lead. 

He's been like this almost since the beginning once he realized that my moody exterior wasn't aimed at him just because he was a stranger but was just a part of my character. Although I'm pretty sure I still make him nervous, he doesn't seem to mind it anymore.

Just like clockwork he sits on one side of the couch while I sit on the other, never crossing spacial boundaries unless necessary or out of convenience like that one time I got roped into sitting in the middle in the backseat next to him on our trip to the beach since we needed more space for the stuff we brought with us. 

Curse you Sadie and your tiny car. 

I don't even know why we ended up taking her car since it's the smallest out of the four of ours but alas. The result of which was Jungkook's arm draped across the back seat to offer me some more space with me eventually falling asleep on him. Resulting in me lowkey avoiding him after the fact until I realized how ridiculous I was being.

Sadie had also been guilt tripping me at that time about how sad he had been and how lonely he looked hanging out with just her and Jayson and so I finally gave in, knowing I couldn't do this forever. Plus it wasn't like it was his fault or anything. Swimming always makes me sleepy and I should've warned him about that. 

He didn't make it a big deal about it when I came back thankfully since I already had to deal with enough teasing from my often merciless best friend so we were luckily able to act as though it never happened. Although ever since then it's happened quite a few times...

"Hey Jungkook do you think you could let me use the arm rest tonight?" Jayson calls out sounding not in the slightest bit suspicious but all of us know what he's doing and Sadie clearly has clearly put him up to it.

"Oh um" Jungkook starts but when he not so subtly glances over in my direction I decide to just put the boy out of his misery. "You can use mine. Sadie and I can sit in the middle" I say resulting in me having to sit next to Jungkook for the next two or so hours.

When I glance at him I can see how the new seating arrangement has made him nervous and so I decide to torture the boy a little. "As long as that's okay with you Jungkook?" I ask, tilting my head at him which has him nervously glancing back over at me before clearing his throat and practically squirming him his seat before nodding 'yes'. 

"Perfect!" Sadie says and with the help of Jayson brings over all the snacks and presses play on the pre approved movie from our group chat debate.  

~~~~

As the movie drags on I watch my vision go in and out of focus, leaving me shaking my head in an effort to try and wake myself up. "You okay?" Jungkook whispers and I hum. "Just a little sleepy" I respond assuring him I'm alright. He hums back and adjusts his posture, draping his arm around the couch, as a not so subtle invitation for me to lean on him.

The corner of my mouth turns up at that and I can tell that he noticed it, making him not as nervous about his offer anymore.

The dynamic between Jungkook and I has been...peculiar to say the least. 

I wouldn't consider him a close friend or even a friend really. Maybe more like a friend by proxy since we do end up spending a lot of time together. With both of our best friends insisting that the two of us tag along with neither of us having the real desire to tell them no. 

We've had a good conversation here and there when Sadie and Jayson are wrapped up in their own little world but I won't lie to you when I say that there have been some days or nights where we just sit in silence, watching the love birds do what they do.

If you ask me though it's never felt awkward. Has he been awkward and nervous? Yes. But it doesn't really bother me either. 

I wouldn't say that I seek out his company but I can't say that I don't feel a little disappointed when he's not around. More like there's something missing because obviously someone is missing, plus I'm forced to pay more attention to the two of them if it's just me.

It's times like that when he works up the courage to text me. Explaining why he wasn't able to make it as though he felt obligated to do so but he makes sure to offer me an ear when I want to complain about the nonsense those two get up to or what they managed to rope me into.

He sends funny memes to cheer me up, somehow knowing my sense of humor perfectly or complains to me in return about how boring and monotonous his job can be making me smile when he tells me he has to go because his boss is watching. As though he was a nervous teenager that couldn't spend a second away from his crush.

He couldn't have a crush on me could he? No, no that's not right. 

I let my thoughts of Jungkook drift off, the low hum of the TV soon lulling me to sleep resulting in me leaning against him, with him adjusting his posture to make it more comfortable for me, his arm soon migrating from resting on the back of the couch to loosely around my waist.

Something I've always noticed when I wake up though is that he's so comfortable. As though being this close to him feels natural. I will admit that when I've partially stirred awake and realized what I'd done I don't make an effort to wake up or pull away, indulging in the comfort for just a little while longer.

I feel bad though for the times that I wake up and he has to leave right away or when Sadie pulls me over and let's me lay on her lap to continue sleeping, making it a little easier for him to head out. It's as though he waits until the very last minute just to let me sleep a little while longer, not wanting to disturb me for as long as he can.

Tonight isn't one of those nights though, the ones where he has somewhere to go or some place to be. 

He just stays there, being as still as he can, letting me cuddle up to him as little or as much as I want to, eventually helping me lay my head down on his lap once Jayson and Sadie turn in for the night. The position being the slightest bit more comfortable this time with me eventually waking up three hours after the movie had finished.

My head is resting on his upper thigh, with my face basically buried into his torso but he doesn't seem to mind when I turn onto my back and see him absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. 

"What time is it?" I mumble, slightly startling him but he smiles at my groggy state soon after. "One thirty" he mumbles back, keeping his voice down so he doesn't force me awake too quickly. 

"You could've woken me up" I say, slowly sitting up and stretching before straightening out my appearance just the slightest bit. "I didn't have anywhere to be so I thought I'd just let you sleep" he shrugs and I hum. "Plus you seemed pretty exhausted so I thought you could use the rest" he adds and I can't help but give him a soft, hardly conscious smile. 

"Thanks" and he just smiles back at me. We sit there for a little while, and he eventually hands me a bottle of water that's on the coffee table to hopefully help me wake up but after a while I sigh and rest back back against the couch again. 

"What?" he chuckles, sensing my struggle. "Sadie was supposed to give me a ride home" I huff, realizing the predicament I've been put in, just because I wanted to get some shut eye. 

"I can give you a ride" he chuckles, seeing the clear solution but I shake my head. 

"I can't just keep you here and use you as my human pillow then have you give me a ride home as well" I counter but he just smiles. "It's really not a big deal" he counters and I sigh again, knowing he's probably not gonna take no for an answer. 

I can't help but get this...this indescribable feeling in my stomach that I so desperately want to ignore when I think about being alone with him. We are alone right now but that somehow seems...different.

"I have to go somewhere on your side of town anyways so your place is on my way" he says making me smile at his blatant lie. "At two in the morning?" I chuckle, checking my phone and quickly turning down the brightness so it won't blind me anymore.

"Yeah it's uh...open for twenty four hours" he say, making excuses to fit his claims. "You're lying to me aren't you?" I say, calling him out making him look down at his lap, slightly defeated seeing his excuse didn't work this time. 

"Yeah" he mumbles making me smile. "You could always just say that you want to give me a ride" I chuckle and from the way he clears his throat and looks away I can tell that that sentence has a completely different meaning to him than I had intended. 

"I um...I want to give you a ride...home. A ride home" he stammers, the whole interaction quite amusing to me. "Sure, I'd like that" I say and stand up with him getting up immediately, patting his pockets and making sure he has his keys. 

I grab my purse and make sure I have everything I need as well and when he sees that I didn't bring a warm jacket he gives me the other one he brought that he had put aside when he came in. "What's this for?" I ask, taking it suspiciously and draping it over my arm. 

"We're just walking to your car right? Pretty sure I don't need this for that short of a walk" I say and try to hand it back to him. He takes it back but instead wraps it around me and helps me put it on regardless, even going through the effort of zipping it up for me. 

"Trust me, you'll need it" he smiles softly after seeing how it fits me, clearly satisfied seeing me wearing something of his. 

"I look silly don't I?" I say, turning towards the full length mirror Sadie has in her entry way but he chuckles and shakes his head, standing behind me and looking at me through the reflection. 

"It looks perfect on you" he says just as soft as his smile and opens the door, urging for me to go in true gentlemanly like fashion leaving me rolling my eyes but going along with his efforts nonetheless. 

I lock up the apartment with my spare key and follow him as he leads me to what I had expected to be his usual black BMW but what I'm met with is an equally as black Harley Davidson with him unlocking the compartment in the back and handing me his spare helmet. 

This item although I don't take so willingly.

"You're joking right?" I scoff and cross my arms, the longer sleeves from his jacket by design giving me sweater paws making my stance a whole less defiant than I wanted. A pouty aura now stands in it's place.

"What? Never ridden a motorcycle before?" he smirks and walks over to me, choosing to put it on for me since he's pretty sure I wouldn't do it from my argument against this whole idea to begin with. 

"No I haven't and I don't plan to" I huff and try to take it off but he chuckles and holds it down against my head making me accept defeat with this part at least. Just because I put on the helmet doesn't mean I actually have to ride it. 

"You scared?" he chuckles, adjusting the strap under my chin and making sure it fits just right, smiling, satisfied with his work, amused with my soured expression. "I am not scared!" I argue and he smirks. 

"Then what's the problem sweetheart?" he says, his first time even daring to use a pet name with me catching me off guard. 

"The problem is, sweetheart, is that I don't wan't to. Those things are dangerous!" I argue and he smiles before putting his helmet on as well and taking my bag to place it in the back seat compartment and closes it. 

"Hey!" I argue when I realize what he's done, trying to get it back but it seems it locks automatically leaving my efforts sans key useless.

"Do you trust me?" he asks and my brows furrow, honestly not knowing the answer yet making me look away. "Y/n" he says, placing both of his hands on my shoulders and urging me to look at him leaving me ultimately relenting.

"Do you trust me?" he repeats, all the times I've let him in even in the slightest rushing through my psyche. Hell even just moments ago when I had been asleep and in a vulnerable state I trusted him to watch over me and so I nod my head. 

Admitting to him and myself that I've let him in, that I've let him break down these walls that I've built up even in the slightest making the sides of his eyes crinkle, the mask like helmet making it impossible to see his complete expression. 

"Good, now get on"

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I hold onto him as tight as I possibly can while he safely swerves between lanes and warns me when he's about to go around a bend and I can tell that everything about this predicament amuses him. 

"You know you can relax a little when we hit red lights" he calls out to me over the roar of the engine but my only answer is a quick 'Nope' while I grasp onto him tighter, his reactions always a dark chuckle that I can feel through his back that's pressed impossibly close to my chest the tighter I cling to him. 

At those red lights though he tends to remind me to keep my legs spread just a little wider, making sure I don't burn my calves on the hot metal of the bike. Placing both of his hands on my knees and spreading them a little wider. The act alone in this case is innocent but in others that I curse my mind for wandering to is anything but that.

"Hey" he calls out, the roar of his Harley no longer audible making his voice seem that much louder. "Yeah?" I ask, still completely clueless as to what he's trying to alert me to. "You can let go now" he chuckles, the sound no longer just felt but heard makes me pull back, so thankful his back is turned to me still.

"Sorry, I didn't realize we had gotten here already" I say and he shakes his head and pulls off his helmet before getting off and leaving me sliding down a little on the seat, loosing my balance and grabbing onto the handlebars. 

"I thought you said you didn't like motorcycles" he taunts and I huff. "I don't" I roll my eyes making him even more amused. "Really? Because you look like you're about to steal it from me" he points out, nodding towards my hands that are very much still on the handle bars. 

I let go of it as though I had burned myself and quickly getting off the bike, losing my balance and making Jungkook on instinct grabs my hips to keep me on my feet. 

After regaining my composure and realizing the predicament we're in leave me the one to call in back to reality. My hands although are still very much holding onto his biceps with his hands still gripping my hips with an almost bruising strength. 

I look up at him, seeing as he's looking down at me, an unreadable expression written on his face as though he was struggling with something leaving me really having to break him out of his train of thought. 

"Jungkook?" I say, loosening my grip on his arms. "Hmm?" he hums, still clearly lost in whatever thoughts had been holding him hostage, still looking at me but almost as if he couldn't focus on one feature. 

"Jungkook?" I say again, this time smiling and that breaks him out of it a bit more. "You can let go now" I laugh, leaving him blinking and letting go, taking a step back making both of our arms fall at our sides now. 

"Sorry um...are you okay?" he asks, remembering the fact that I almost fell on my ass. "I'm fine, are you?" I tilt my head at him leaving him looking away, a rosy tint deepening on his cheeks even in this twilight surrounding us. 

"Can you help me with this?" I ask after trying to struggle and get the helmet off leaving his mouth utter a inaudible 'oh' before stepping closer again and unbuckling the intricate strap under my chin. 

"See, home safe and sound" he chuckles after putting the helmets away and giving me my bag back. "Slightly traumatized but safe nonetheless" I say making the corner of his mouth turn up. 

"It wasn't that bad was it?" he asks with him now tilting his head at me, now understanding his reaction to when I do it. "Never make me do that again" I huff and turn to walk away and when I hear the sound of two sets of foot steps instead of one I turn around and watch as his steps stutter and come to a halt. 

"What?" he asks when he's met with a confused look. "What are you doing?" I ask and he's now the one rolling his eyes at me. "Walking you to the door?" he nods towards my front door making me cross my arms over my chest. 

"Why?" I cock my brow, "I'm perfectly capable of walking there myself" I argue but he looks down and chuckles. "I know, but I want to" he says when he looks back up at me, something about it making my heart flutter and therefore making me more susceptible to the whole idea. 

"Fine" I say and it's at that point I notice the fact that he had in fact planned this. Him having parked in a visitor parking space and going through the effort of taking his helmet off as well. Clearly showing me he had no intention of leaving right away making me turn around to hide the no doubt embarrassed expression on my face.

His footsteps trail behind me as I walk over to the stairs, choosing to not take the elevator because the thought alone of being in that small of a space with him seems intimidating enough. 

It's not like I'm on the fifth floor or something...just the third, making both of us slightly winded by the time we get to my door. 

He waits as I unlock my door and when I turn around he still doesn't look like he's in much of a rush to leave. "You gonna head home?" I ask, tossing my keys on the hooks next to my door and he smile. "You're not gonna invite me in?" he asks, nodding inside and I look back assessing the state of it and decide it's in an okay state to have visitors. 

"Do you wanna come inside?" I ask and he again clears his throat and looks away. Damn this boy has an even dirtier mind than I do. "Yeah um sure" he says, rubbing the back of his neck, the tips of his ears pink as if he wasn't the one that suggested this making me smile and walk in, leaving an open invitation. 

He follows soon after and closes the door behind him, quietly since it's about to be three in the morning so he doesn't feel like contributing to me getting an eviction notice. 

"It's been a while since you've been here huh?" I ask, grabbing both of us waters from the fridge with him nodding and taking it from me, making it a point to brush his fingers against mine before I pull back. 

"Yeah. It looks a little different" he says while taking in some things he hadn't noticed before, one of which being my little black cat that does a big stretch before walking over to him, smelling him and circling around his legs as if he was sizing him up. 

"I didn't know you had a cat" he says, leaning down and offering his hand down for him to get a little bit more familiar with his scent. "What's his name?" he asks, looking back up at me after having crouched down to pet him, seeing that he's taken a liking to him which surprises me to say the least. 

"Shadow" I say and I can't help but smile at the sight. "Hi Shadow" he coos again leaving me caught off guard when Shadow starts purring. "He really never takes a real liking to strangers, or at least not this quickly" I say and he smiles before standing back up, leaving me looking back up at him again. 

"I guess I'm just a likable guy" he jokes making me roll my eyes and sit down on the couch with him following after me. "You've got some pretty heavy duty curtains there" he points out, seeing my very dark, very black curtains to match my whole aesthetic.

"I have trouble sleeping sometimes so it's easier for me to keep as much light out that I can if I end up having to sleep during the day" I shrug and place my water down on the coffee table with him soon following after. 

"Is that why you're so sleepy all the time?" he asks making me hum, "Yeah, sorry about that" I apologize but he smiles and shakes his head. "There's nothing to be sorry about, I'm just glad I'm able to help you get some sleep sometimes" he says, his smile soon turning shy making him look away. 

His act of going in and out of shy to confident makes him that much more entertaining to me. With him although practically squirming under my gaze one second to practically giving me butterflies in the next. It's an interesting dynamic but one I don't put much thought into.

"Are you gonna have trouble sleeping tonight? You know with that long nap that you had" he says sheepishly as if he wasn't the one I had fallen asleep on. 

"Maybe, but I'm used to it" I shrug my shoulders and he nods, clearly trying to think through what he wants to say next but before he's able to a loud thunder clap resounds through my apartment, making me almost jump into his lap, the sudden sound catching me off guard.

"You alright?" he asks and I clear my throat awkwardly, and sit back, going back to my respective side of the couch. "Yup totally fine, completely fine actually. How are you doing?" I babble, clearly giving myself away which now is amusing him. 

"You're afraid of thunderstorms aren't you?" he asks, tilting his head at me and I nod, giving in right away because there's no use hiding this obvious answer. 

"Are you gonna be able to sleep through it?" he asks and although I know what he's gonna offer next I don't want to take advantage of his kindness especially since I don't want him to end up thinking I led him on because I can't make up my mind in the future.

"Probably not" I admit and he hums, thinking about it for a second before saying what I knew he was going to. "I could stay...if you want?" he asks, not wanting to overstep but sensing from my body language alone that I might need someone. 

"I-" "How about this. I don't really like the idea of riding my motorcycle in the middle of a thunderstorm so do you think you could offer me a place to stay for the night?" he asks, making me see that although I know he's doing this for me he does end up benefitting from it at least a little bit...or a lot a bit.

I think about it for a second and although I know I'm gonna say yes I can't help but hesitate. The thought of letting him stay making this whole thing I know we're starting to feel for each other that much more real.

"I guess it would be pretty shitty of me to kick you out in the rain huh?" I smile, wanting to add a little humor to the tension I clearly feel growing between us. "I mean it's your choice but I would really appreciate it if you didn't" he jokes making me smile. 

"You can stay on one condition" I say and he hums at that but I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have it any other way. "You have to sleep in my bed. My couch is too short and I'd feel horrible if you woke up with a kink in your neck or something because of it" I say and he gives me a cheeky smile. 

"It would defeat the purpose if I slept anywhere else but with you. You know, so I can keep you calm through the storm?" he chuckles and I nod, glad that we're on the same page although for different reasons.

"Did you wanna borrow some clothes? I have some baggy sweats and your waist is pretty small from what I remember so they'd probably fit you" I ramble and I know at that point that I've said way too much when he gives me a wicked smile. 

"Have you been checking me out y/n?" he asks and scoots just a bit closer. "No, no I just remember from the few times we've gone to the beach together. You know, with Sadie and Jayson?" I make excuses but he's not buying it. 

"So you haven't been checking me out now but you did then?" his smile never leaving his face. 

"Did you want the clothes or not?" I scowl making him even more enticed to keep teasing but he hums in agreement and watches as I jump up from the couch. 

"Wait here" I say and he nods his head, resting his arm across the back of the couch and spreading his legs just a little wider than necessary with him shamelessly checking me out as much as I am with him. 

I scurry off to my room though, the thought of crossing anymore lines with him than I'm about to already is something I'm not ready for yet...yet? No! I'm not ready for period! I'm not ready for anything like that and I don't want to put a strain on our relationship if something ends up happening. 

I change and take some very much needed deep breaths before going back to the living room with the baggy set of clothes I had offered to him and see that he's started to explore. He takes a closer look at the pictures that I have hung up and zeroes in on one on my desk of Sadie and I in those aforementioned pictures I had mentioned. 

"You looked really different here" he chuckles and I walk over and put the picture frame face down, not wanting him to have to see that image for any longer. 

"I didn't have much of a choice back then. Plus you know that was the style back then" I explain and hand him the clothes before resting against the desk, making sure he doesn't try to look at it again.

He hums and takes the clothes making my eyes furrow. "What's that supposed to mean?" I ask but he smiles and shakes his head. "Nothing" he says and places the clothes on the desk next to me. 

"What do you mean it's nothing? It has to be something if you're acting like that" I huff and glare at him as he looks away, clearly more amused at this situation than I can comprehend. "I just had an image in my head of you always dressing like you usually do" he says and looks down at me, making me realize just how little space is left between us.

"How do I usually dress?" I ask, knowing the answer but wanting him to elaborate, wanting to know exactly what he thinks about the way that I dress. "You know, all dark and scary" he smirks and places both of his hands on either side of my hips on the desk, leaning down to my height making me back away from him. 

"You think I'm scary?" I scoff and look away, trying to hide how much his close proximity has caught me off guard. "I used to" he hums making me look at him, his honesty although obvious is peculiar to admit at this point. 

"And now?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper making the corner of his mouth upturn but before he's able to respond another roar of thunder smashes us out of our "Moment" if you could even call it that. Embarrassingly forcing me to cling onto him as if my life depended on it, with him on instinct wrapping his arms around my waist to keep me steady, now realizing just how scared I truly am.

"Hey, it's okay, you're okay" he says in a hushed tone, pulling me even closer, him feeling the rapid beating of my heart through my chest. 

He rests his head on top of mine with me practically trying to crawl into his chest with how close I'm trying to be and he finds it endearing to say the least. "You're safe, I got you" he says, after another one roars, making me cling onto him, practically shaking at this point. 

"How do you know?" I mumble against his chest and he pushes me away and leans down so he could be at my level. I look away again, this time trying to hide how completely embarrassed I am for being so scared of something that I know is silly but I can't help it. 

He tilts his head trying to catch my glance and when that doesn't work he cups my cheek and brings me back over to him but even then in my stubbornness when I still won't look at him he tilts my chin up and I finally relinquish to his efforts. 

"I'm not gonna let anything happen to you" he says softly and I nod before going back in, knowing that at the end of the day he's the one who's gonna keep me safe. 

No matter what he's always gonna be there for me...and that's what scares me.

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𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 ? ⊹₊⋆

→ pairing : fem!reader x nonidol!niki

→ warnings : angst(?), dramatic, accident, mention of death, lmk if I missed some

→ synopsis : They’ve always been close—teasing, lingering in the space between friendship and something more, neither of them brave enough to admit it. Niki had finally decided to tell her, to lay his heart bare, the next time they met. But fate had other plans.

→ A/N : it’s my first time writing, please lmk if I have to change something. Also feel free to correct my spelling mistakes, English isn’t my first language. The story is a bit cliché but that’s how I love it. (: Oh and also it’s quite long…

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭 <𝟑

You’ve always been close with Ni-ki, he was your best friend since primary school and you somehow developed feelings for him. I guess everybody was right when they were saying that one of you will fall in love with the other. And you were that person.

You tried to fight it, to deny the obvious—but it was useless. Every time you were with him, your heart betrayed you. The butterflies never stopped, not when he flashed you that breathtaking smile, not when his gaze lingered a little too long, not when he treated you like you were the most important person in the world. He didn’t even have to try. Loving him felt inevitable.

And maybe it was. Because Niki felt the same.

He adored the way you laughed, the way your eyes sparkled when you talked about something you loved. The way you fit so effortlessly into his world, like you belonged there. Like you belonged with him. Every glance, every touch, every shared moment only pulls him deeper, making it impossible to ignore what he feels. But the fear of losing what you have keeps him silent, even as his heart screams for more.

That was the problem—losing each other. You were both so terrified of breaking what you had that neither of you dared to take the risk. Even when it was obvious. Even when everyone around you could see it. A blind man could see it—you were in love. It was in the way you looked at each other, in the hesitation before you pulled away, in the way he always found a reason to stay close. But neither of you dares to say it, trapped in a game of unspoken words and stolen glances.

Because saying it out loud would make it real. And if it was real, it could break.

And maybe that’s, the real tragedy.

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“You’re really gonna do it, Ni-ki?” Jake asked, his eyes still focused on the FIFA match, barely paying attention.

Niki’s fingers hovered over his phone screen, hesitating for just a second before typing again. “Of course I will. I’m tired of pretending that being with her doesn’t affect me.” His voice was firm, but his racing heart betrayed his confidence.

Jake smirked, finally glancing at his friend. “Took you long enough.”

“I don’t need any comments, Jake,” Niki muttered, his thumb hovering over the send button.

He stared at the screen, his heart pounding in his chest. Should he send it? Would this change everything?

Jake, still focused on his game, scoffed. “Dude, just send it. It’s not like she’s gonna bite you through the phone.”

Niki swallowed hard. If only it was that simple. He waited a few seconds, heart racing, before finally pressing the button. He threw his phone onto the couch like it was a live grenade, too scared to look at it.

“Okay, I sent it!” His voice was almost too loud, as if saying it out loud would make it more real.

But as soon as the words left his mouth, a wave of panic hit him. What if she didn’t feel the same? What if this ruined everything? His palms were sweating, and he wiped them on his jeans nervously, avoiding Jake’s amused gaze.

You pulled your phone from your pocket, glancing at it absentmindedly. No new messages—except for one from him.

Your thumb hovered over the screen for a second before you opened it.

— “Hey, we should meet up soon. I feel like we need to talk. I don’t know, I just… I need to see you.”

Your stomach twisted with uncertainty, and your heart raced in anticipation, though you had no idea what you were really hoping for.

You typed out a reply, but before you could send it, you hesitated again. What if this was just a casual hangout? What if he didn’t feel what you felt? And yet, something about the message felt different—urgent, maybe. Like it was the start of something you both couldn’t ignore anymore.

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It was a beautiful afternoon. The sky was a clear blue, the birds were singing, and the sun shone brightly, but not too hot.

Niki sat on a bench in the park, the one you two used to frequent when you were little, a small box with a necklace inside clutched tightly in his hand. He had chosen it with great care, making sure it was perfect, just the way he thought you’d like it.

You were running a little late, and Niki couldn’t help but check his phone every few seconds, hoping for a text, a sign from you. But nothing. His stomach twisted with a mix of frustration and unease. What if you stood him up, leaving him alone with the little box that felt heavier with each passing minute? But deeper down, there was another worry, one that gnawed at him more than the anger: What if something had happened to you?

Standing up, he started pacing back and forth, his mind racing. Each step felt like an eternity, each second without word from you only deepened his concern. He wasn’t angry—he was terrified.

Suddenly, the screech of a car’s tires broke the stillness, and Niki’s head snapped up. A figure ran toward him, panic written all over their face.

“Niki, where is she?” the friend asked, breathless, eyes wide with fear.

Niki froze, heart pounding. He looked at them, confusion flooding him.

“She was supposed to meet me. What’s going on?”

The friend hesitated, their gaze flickering to the ground before speaking, each word weighing heavier than the last.

“She… she had an accident. She’s in the hospital right now. You need to come with me.”

The car pulled up to the hospital, and Niki jumped out before it even fully stopped, not caring about anything else, just needing to get inside, to see you, to know you were okay.

He ran through the hospital doors, barely noticing the sterile smell or the bustling of people around him. His friend followed closely behind, trying to catch up with his frantic pace.

“Niki, wait!” The friend called out, but Niki was already heading straight for the reception desk.

He barely managed to catch his breath. “Where is she? I need to see her.”

The nurse looked at him for a moment, her face unreadable, before typing something into the computer. “Can I have a name please ?”

Niki gave her your name, he burst into tears.

“She’s in emergency. I’ll let them know you’re here, but you’ll have to wait until they can allow you to see her.”

“I need to see her, please… let me see her” He was sobbing, almost out of breath. The idea of losing you when he didn’t even get to tell you how he felt was unbelievable for him, the idea of losing you, of you disappearing of his life was unbearable.

“I can’t sorry sir, she’s in critical condition. They’re doing what they can to keep her alive.” She looked up to him and continued : “a doctor will come see you and explain everything.”

Niki nodded absentmindedly, unable to process anything beyond the fact that you were here, somewhere in this building.

He found a bench in the hallway and collapsed onto it, his head in his hands, waiting for the worst.

The friend came to Niki a few minutes after and comforted him.

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A few hours later, Niki and him were in the doctor office.

The doctor entered the room, his face grim, his eyes tired, and his voice steady but laced with an unspoken weight. He looked at Niki and his friend, who had been anxiously pacing the hallway.

“She’s in critical condition,” the doctor began, his words deliberate, each one carrying the weight of the situation. “She was hit by a car. The impact was severe—she suffered multiple broken ribs, internal bleeding, and a significant head injury. We’ve stabilized her for now, but her condition is touch and go. It could go either way.”

Niki’s heart was pounding, his hands trembling as he tried to process the words.

“We’re doing everything we can,” the doctor continued. “We’ve managed to stop the bleeding, but the head injury is the most concerning. There’s swelling in the brain, and we’re doing everything possible to relieve the pressure. Right now, we have no idea if she’ll make it. It’s a waiting game.”

Niki swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper. “But… there’s a chance, right?”

The doctor hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully.

“There’s always a chance,” he said, but there was no mistaking the lack of hope in his voice. “But, honestly, it’s slim. We’re not sure how much longer she can hold on. The next few hours will be critical. If she survives the night, we’ll know she’s got a shot. But if she doesn’t…” The doctor didn’t finish, the implication hanging heavy in the air.

Niki’s friend looked at the doctor, eyes wide with disbelief. “But she’s going to be okay, right? You’re sure you’re doing everything you can?”

The doctor’s expression softened slightly, though the sadness never left his face. “We are. But I want to be honest with you. What we’re doing now, it’s all we can do. If she pulls through this, it will be nothing short of a miracle.”

The words echoed in the room, heavy and suffocating, as Niki’s mind struggled to process the reality of the situation.

A nurse entered the room to told them they could see you. Niki’s friend looked at him “you can go, I’ll be waiting for you..”

Niki stood up and followed the nurse to your room. He entered the room and saw you lying in the hospital bed, hooked up to machines, your face pale and still, your chest rising and falling with the help of a ventilator. The sight of you, so fragile and lifeless, made his heart ache with a pain he couldn’t describe.

He stood there frozen for a moment, as if the sight was too much to bear. His breath caught in his throat, and for the first time in his life, he felt completely powerless. His mind was racing, but his body was paralyzed, unable to take a single step closer.

The nurse left him alone, giving Niki a moment to process everything. But what could he possibly say? What could he do when the person he loved more than anything was lying here, fighting for her life?

He slowly walked towards the bed, his feet heavy, his heart even heavier. He sat down beside you, taking your hand in his, his fingers trembling as they brushed over yours. He squeezed your hand gently, as if hoping that somehow, someway, you could feel him there.

“I’m here,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, the tears welling up in his eyes. “Please don’t leave me… I… I can’t lose you.”

He leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours, the quiet beep of the machines filling the silence between them. Everything felt surreal—like a bad dream he couldn’t wake up from.

Niki stayed there, not knowing how much time passed, his heart heavy with worry, but also with a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, you would pull through. But deep down, he couldn’t shake the fear that he was already too late.

“y/n. I.. I have something for you.” He reached his pocket to took the little box where the necklace was.

His hands were shaking but he put the necklace on the bedside table. He sat down on a chair next to your bed and took your hand carefully.

“I had everything planned,” he continued, his voice cracking slightly. “The perfect moment, the perfect words. I was going to tell you that I loved you. But I never did. And now I… I might never get the chance.”

“I thought I had all the time in the world to tell you…” He let out a shaky breath, his fingers still lightly gripping yours.

“I never thought I’d be here, like this. I never thought I’d be standing here, telling you this… with you lying there and not being able to hear me. God, I wish I could take back all the time I wasted. I had every chance to tell you… to just say it.”

His voice cracked, and he took a deep breath to steady himself before continuing, his eyes never leaving your face. He felt like a coward, standing there now, speaking to you when he should have said everything long ago. “I thought I had time. Time to be brave. Time to tell you how I felt. But… I kept putting it off. I kept telling myself there would be another day, another moment. And now, here we are, and I can’t even tell you. I never told you how much you mean to me.”

He paused, blinking back tears. He hated that his voice was betraying him, cracking under the weight of everything he had left unsaid. “You were always there, always by my side. And I was always too scared to admit it. I should have told you when you were standing next to me, laughing about something stupid. I should’ve told you when we were sitting together, talking about our dreams, about everything. I should’ve just said it, but instead… I waited.”

He leaned forward, his forehead resting against the edge of your bed. “I thought I could wait. I thought we had all the time in the world. And now… I’m just here, telling you these things that should have been said a thousand times already. If I could go back, if I could rewind everything… I would’ve kissed you the first time I wanted to. I would’ve held your hand tighter. I would’ve never let go. But now, I don’t know if you’ll ever hear this. And the thought of that… it hurts more than I can explain.”

He sighed, his breath was shaking “I don’t know if I’m strong enough to let go, not now, not when I’ve never even told you that I love you. But you deserve to know. You always did. You were everything to me, y/n. And now… I’m afraid I’ll never have the chance to tell you again.”

He paused, voice breaking. “I thought I had all the time in the world. But I was wrong. I never did.” He repeated as he bursted into tears, still holding your hand.

“Please.. please y/n don’t leave me. I need you, I love you.“ He sobbed. It was maybe the last time he could talk or see you, and he wasn’t even sure if you could hear him.

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→ A/N : please it’s so long wtf ???? Anyway hope you enjoyed that, I tried to do my best. Do y’all want a 2nd part ??

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The Secretary- 5

Chapter Five

Previous

The next morning, Serena felt like she had barely slept. Her conversation with her mom played over and over in her head, making it impossible to think about anything else.

She couldn’t keep running from this. She needed help.

And she knew exactly who to turn to.

After finishing up some emails, she made her way to the SmackDown locker room area, knocking lightly before pushing the door open. Naomi was inside, tying her boots, but as soon as she saw Serena, her eyes lit up with curiosity.

“Well, well, well,” Naomi said with a smirk. “Look who finally came to me.”

Serena sighed, closing the door behind her. “I need help.”

Naomi leaned back, arms crossing over her chest. “Lemme guess. This is about you-know-who?”

Serena groaned. “Yes.”

Naomi grinned like she had been waiting for this moment. “Oh, girl, this is about to be good. Spill.”

Serena took a deep breath, then sat down across from her. “I… I think I messed up.”

Naomi’s brow furrowed. “How?”

Serena hesitated. “I admitted it.”

“Admitted what?”

Serena swallowed hard. “That I like him.”

Naomi’s expression shifted from amused to intrigued. “Wait. You told Roman?”

“No,” Serena said quickly. “I told my mom.”

Naomi’s face lit up. “Oooooh. So, it’s real real now.”

Serena groaned, dropping her head into her hands. “I know! And now, I don’t know what to do.”

Naomi scooted closer, her voice softer now. “Okay, first of all, breathe. Second, tell me—what do you want to do?”

Serena chewed on her bottom lip. “That’s the problem. I don’t know.” She met Naomi’s eyes, frustration clear in her voice. “Part of me wants to run in the opposite direction and pretend this never happened. But the other part?” She exhaled shakily. “The other part doesn’t want to ignore it anymore.”

Naomi nodded, considering her words. “And Roman? What’s he doing?”

Serena let out a short laugh. “Waiting. He’s not pushing, but he’s waiting for me to stop running.”

Naomi grinned. “Of course he is. That man ain’t gonna chase, but he also ain’t letting you go that easy.”

Serena rubbed her temples. “So, what do I do? How do I figure this out?”

Naomi studied her for a moment before leaning forward with a knowing smile. “You don’t gotta have all the answers right now. But I do think you need to talk to him.”

Serena tensed. “Naomi—”

“No, listen,” Naomi interrupted. “Not about feelings or relationships or any of that yet. Just talk. Lay everything out. Tell him your fears, tell him where you stand, and let him decide what happens next, too. ’Cause right now, you’re carrying all of this alone, and that ain’t fair.”

Serena let Naomi’s words settle in.

She had spent so much time trying to push this down, to control it, that she had never considered just… talking to Roman about it.

“I don’t know if I can,” she admitted quietly.

Naomi smiled knowingly. “Yeah, you can. And you will. Because whether you like it or not, you already know how this ends.”

Serena looked at her, heart pounding. Because deep down, she knew Naomi was right.

And that terrified her more than anything.

_

Naomi found Jimmy in the catering area, laughing with Jey over something on his phone. She slid into the seat beside her husband, giving him a knowing look.

Jimmy arched an eyebrow. “Oh no. I know that face. What you up to, baby?”

Jey looked between them, grinning. “Yeah, what kinda trouble we gettin’ into?”

Naomi smirked. “We’re finishing what y’all started.”

Jimmy blinked. “Huh?”

Naomi leaned in, keeping her voice low. “Serena came to me for help. She finally admitted she likes Roman, but she’s too scared to do anything about it.”

Jey’s face lit up. “Oh, we so got this.”

Jimmy chuckled. “Aight, what’s the plan?”

Naomi grinned. “We get them in a room alone. Lock the door. No interruptions. No excuses. They don’t come out until they get everything off their chest.”

Jimmy let out a low whistle. “Damn. You really want this to happen, huh?”

Naomi shrugged. “I just want them to stop running in circles. Roman’s waiting on her, and she’s too in her head to see that.”

Jey smirked. “So, you tryna trap them?”

Naomi winked. “Exactly.”

Jimmy and Jey exchanged a glance, then nodded in unison.

“We’re in.”

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Later that night, Naomi pulled Serena aside before SmackDown started. “Hey, girl, I need you to bring these papers to Roman’s locker room.”

Serena frowned, confused. “What papers?”

Naomi waved a hand. “Just some travel itinerary updates. He’s expecting them.”

Serena hesitated, that uneasy feeling creeping back in. She was getting major déjà vu. “Naomi…”

Naomi grabbed her shoulders. “Trust me. Just go.”

Serena sighed and took the folder. “Fine.”

She made her way to Roman’s locker room, knocking lightly before stepping inside.

Roman looked up from his seat, his expression shifting the second he saw her.

“Serena.”

She swallowed. “Hey. Naomi said you needed these?”

Roman frowned. “What? I didn’t—”

Before either of them could react, the door slammed shut behind her.

Serena whirled around just as she heard the unmistakable click of a lock.

“Hey!” She banged on the door. “Naomi!”

From the other side, Naomi’s muffled voice came through. “You two aren’t coming out until you talk!”

Serena’s stomach dropped. Oh, she did NOT—

She turned to Roman, who was now standing, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Of course they did this.”

Serena groaned, pacing. “I cannot believe this. I knew she was up to something.”

Roman watched her carefully. “And you still walked in.”

She stopped, glaring at him. “I was set up.”

He tilted his head. “Maybe. Or maybe this is exactly what needed to happen.”

Serena froze.

Roman took a slow step toward her. “We gonna keep pretending? Or are we finally gonna be honest?”

Serena felt her pulse spike. There was no escaping this. No distractions, no running.

It was just them now.

And there was nowhere left to hide.

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[sc-intothedarknightofthesoul]

Me: "I hate this guy. He's awful, creepy, and pathetic."

Also me: *proceeds to draw the awful, creepy, pathetic guy several times*

[pastasilly]

jimmy

[cienie-isengardu]

Bi-Han when talking to his (story mode) allies who also are enemies of Kuai Liang

MORTAL KOMBAT 1 (2023)

Havik: Aid me and I'll destroy the Shirai Ryu. Bi-Han: That is *my* privelege, Havik.

Shao: If I *ever* see your brother --- Bi-Han: You won't unless you visit his grave.

Shang Tsung: Kuai Liang's betrayal cost us dearly. Bi-Han: He will bleed for it, sorcerer.

BONUS: Noob Saibot [Mortal Kombat 11 (2019)]

Geras: Bring your brother to Kronika. Noob Saibot: The dead are my clan now. Geras: Do you serve or do you not?

[weirfq1]

with all these gaston crackships/rarepairs that are coming out lately it would be so fucking funny if he had a flig with all the main characters (ambar, nina, simon... hell luna too if you want) and they all know it except matteo

[selfcarecap]

The group photos in dating apps make me so mad I can’t even explain it. Why do men think that’s a good idea ???? 😭😭 why are men so….men (I fear I still love them 🤭)

I really don’t know, the worst is when they exclusively have group pics because how do I know he’s not the ugliest one? I wonder if they get anyy matches lol. I have one group pic on my profile too but I’ve covered my friends faces like it’s my profile 😭 (I fear still love them too🤭😭)

[fappellmoan]

ok im a really chill and normal person and i get over things and am well adjusted but take a walk with me here. just give me my time to complain when im not in the absolute fucking trenches. and yes i believe i suffered more than those in trench warfare. it was literally a lesbian situationship with a bistraight girl come on. just. magenta choppy shag with the roots coming in. camo cargo pants black t shirt with red lettering and striped long sleeve (sign someone likes music. confirmed). lip ring big black stud earrings and nails. red docs. i think lesbians should be allowed to kill one dyke baiter in their lifetime idc

[moe-broey]

Wait I can pinpoint the Exact place I dropped it. That's so fucking funny

[dragonji]

been talking to my transfem coworker a lot more abt our respective gender (and sometimes romance) complications/plans lately and genuinely it like. simultaneously makes me feel pretty cringe and silly to admit i do in fact want things but also its smth I never thought I'd get to have and thus kind of mindblowingly really reasurring and lovely and special. No other point to be made here just that it rly is kind of lifechanging to be a trans person w trans friends👍

[hop3wrlds]

v horrific in fact , to as the older i get … slowly realize that me not ever addressing the v loud blaring issue from my childhood may be in fact … bare w me — the entire fucking problem of my entire fucking life … v PERTURBING to think that maybe the only way i can change my life is by looking at that in the eye & navigating it . i fear , maybe i was naive to think i could avoid it my whole life

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

All this hate for show Annabeth is getting really fucking annoying

[angelictyphoon]

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