#it was already 5 minutes past when I was supposed to leave. when I say I IMMEDIATELY clocked out

[teesbees]

Got so frustrated at my boss not trusting or believing me about absolutely anything that I had to have a little post shift angry cry in the break room and IN THAT MOMENT my work bestie walked in even tho it was their day off cause they left their glasses and I got to rant to someone. Friends are beautiful and the universe sent me one the exact second they were needed

[hyucksos]

after rain, comes sunshine — huang renjun

pairing: huang renjun x f!reader genre: coffee shop au, grumpy x sunshine, fluff, romance, slow burn-ish wc: 6.7k synopsis: a thunderstorm leaves renjun stuck with his relentlessly cheerful, ever-optimistic coworker— you. you're the embodiment of everything he hates, but as the night stretches on, renjun starts to realise that the things that irritate him the most may not be all that unbearable after all. at least, not if it involves you.

There are three things in this world that Renjun hates.

Early mornings, small talk, and thunderstorms.

He must have done something super horrible in his past life, because it's barely even 3pm, and Renjun has had to go through all three of the aforementioned in that exact order.

He wasn't even supposed to come in to work today, but Donghyuck had called in sick (Renjun finds that hard to believe) and he was the only other person on the roster who knew how to make a Toasted Caramel Cloud Latte. Obviously, that wasn't a good enough reason for Renjun to willingly sacrifice his much-needed sleep, and it seemed that Donghyuck knew that too, because not only was he quick to promise Renjun to cover him for his next shift, the boy had also vowed to chip in to buy the new set of gouache paints he had been eyeing for so long.

That was what got Renjun out of bed, albeit begrudgingly.

The last thing he needed was an extra factor to contribute to his already-terrible mood, but that was what he got anyway when he stepped into the café, only to be met with you.

"Morning, Renjun!" You chirped from behind the counter as you dried down a mug, the café already prepped for opening— you liked to take your time when doing the opening duties, and you found that coming in earlier helped avoid any unnecessary rushing on your end.

Renjun didn't say anything, opting to shut his eyes as he tilted his head to the ceiling. You didn't miss the tick of his jaw as he trudged towards you wordlessly, letting his bag fall from his shoulder to the shelf beneath the cash register.

"You know how to make a cloud latte," he muttered under his breath as he put on his apron, securing it tightly with a double knot behind his back. "Why am I here?"

Despite his less-than-enthused response, you grinned. You've been working with Renjun long enough to know that he's a little bit of a grump, so you didn't take his moodiness to heart.

"Hyuck's your best friend. It would make sense for him to ask you instead of anyone else," you reasoned lightly. "Plus, having company isn't so bad, is it? You'll be out the door before you know it!"

"Citizens are advised to stay indoors..."

Renjun lets out a groan as he lets his head hit the cabinet behind him. It hurts, but not as much as the migraine that's already beginning to form in his temples. And as if to add insult to injury (no pun intended), the sky lets out yet another guttural rumble, reminding him once more of his ill-stricken fate.

"I don't think Seoul's had a downpour this bad in ages," you remark from somewhere at the dining area. Renjun couldn't tell where exactly you are; he had slid down to the floor when he decided to accept his fate fifteen minutes ago, and his only view since are the bottles of syrup and unopened bags of coffee beans under the espresso machines.

And as if to add even more insult to injury, the two of you are the only ones left in the shop. With it being a Tuesday afternoon, most of your regulars are either at work or school. Renjun has never liked working during the rush hour, but God does he wish for that to be the case now.

He looks up when he sees your head pop above the counter, raising a brow at the smile on your face. He knows how awfully cheery you are, but even in a time like this? You must be crazy, he thinks.

"Isn't this nice? I never knew this café could get any cozier."

"Nice?" Renjun scoffs as he finally gets to his feet. "What about this is nice? We're stuck in, I don't know, what might as well be a Cat 5 hurricane, and you think it's nice?"

You roll your eyes, seemingly unbothered by his sharp tone. "You're so dramatic! I've been in one, you know? While I was on vacation in the States. It was a Cat 2, I think, and I promise this doesn't even come close to that! I mean, as long as we're not asked to evacuate, we should be fine-"

Renjun lets out a loud tsk, cutting you off as he unties his apron rashly, the fabric crumpling in his hand.

Your eyes widen when you register his movements. "You're not actually planning on leaving, are you?"

Renjun scoffs dryly in response. "You think I have a death wish?"

"Honestly? I could never tell when it comes to you."

He glares at you.

You quickly round the counter, successfully trapping him before he could escape to the break room. "Look, I'm sure it won't be too bad! Let's just continue to wait for updates. Coffee?"

"I hate coffee," he deadpans.

"You literally work in a café!" You laugh airily, moving to the teabag jars beside the espresso machines. Despite the heater being on, the coolness from the outside is starting to seep in, and you're sure Renjun could feel it too.

He doesn't say anything but huff under his breath as he leans against the cabinets behind him, taking out his phone from his back pocket. You take it that he's done with the conversation.

For a while, it's silent, the only sound apart from the tinkling of your metal spoon the harsh crashing of raindrops against the window panes outside. You think it's calming, but Renjun seems to think otherwise when you see him flinch from your periphery at the sudden flash that illuminates the room, soon followed by a loud boom of thunder.

Instinctively, you turn to him, but Renjun keeps his eyes fixed to his phone, his lips downturned into his usual frown.

"Did you know that lightning is hotter than the surface of the sun?" You remark, crossing the distance towards him with the mug of tea in your hands. Renjun looks up from his phone at your question, his stare blank, but his right brow raises slightly when he realises what you're offering.

He doesn't make the move to accept the mug as he pockets his phone, opting to cross his arms instead. "What are you doing?"

You tilt your head. "Huh?"

He nods towards the steaming mug in your hands. "What are you trying to do?"

"You said you don't like coffee, so I made you tea instead! It's Lemon Balm, known to reduce anxiety. It could also improve one's mood-"

"Yeah, so long as I'm still trapped in here, that's not gonna happen," he mutters, turning to face the window outside.

The rain is still as relentless as ever, the skies dark and gloomy despite it being daytime. If it was any other day, Renjun would have already been out the door, making his way home. A regular eight-hour shift is already treacherous enough on it's own— an eight-hour shift with you, while it's raining, on top of that, has got to be one of the worst things that's ever happened to Renjun in a while, which says a lot considering he's literally living in the same timeline as Lee Donghyuck.

Renjun turns to steal a glance at you, no longer at his side as you busy yourself with doing the dishes. As if just now never happened, you're back to humming to yourself, the song only sounding vaguely familiar to his ears. The cup of tea you made him is left abandoned on the counter, and for a split second he feels guilty for having not accepting it earlier.

You see, it's not like Renjun hates you. He's just indifferent, and that makes a huge difference. He's someone who prefers to keep to himself, a concept that you can't seem to fathom for some reason, and he finds your overtly-positive attitude equal parts annoying and draining. Renjun doesn't hate you— he just hates everything you embody, and that's enough to make him stay away.

"Look what I found!"

The last time Renjun heard your voice has to be around a few hours ago, when he decided to move from the counter to one of the couches in the dining area. It wasn't the most ideal considering the floor-length windows still gave him the perfect view of rain that he hated so much, but his legs were beginning to hurt from standing for so long and he didn't really want to sit on the floor and deal with your small talk any longer.

You must have gotten the hint when you decided to leave him alone, retreating to the break room to do God-knows-what— based on the grin on your face now, Renjun has a feeling that he's going to find out very soon.

You bound towards him, settling next to him with something in your hands. Your eyes instantly land on the sketchbook on his lap, but before you could say anything, like utter out a compliment on his drawing, Renjun snatches the pad away from your sight.

"What?" He grunts, cheeks feeling slightly warm for some reason. He had abandoned his phone some time earlier, deciding to peruse his sketchbook to pass the time. It was a good thing he brought it out everywhere he went— as awful of a situation he's stuck in, at least he has something familiar to keep his sanity in check.

Your grin grows wider (Renjun wonders how that's even possible) before you set a box between the two of you.

"I was bored, right? So I figured I'd clean out the break room to pass the time, and I found this! Johnny must have left it here and forgot about it."

Renjun studies the blue box, the words HALLI GALLI staring back at him in bold, yellow font. Oh, hell no. You're the last person he wants to play a card game with— not just because you're you, but also the fact that he just doesn't fare well with games in general.

It's not like Renjun is bad at them— if anything, it's quite the opposite, but the last time he played Halli Galli, he had almost gotten into a fistfight with his friends (he had to receive a kiss penalty from Donghyuck even though he won because Mark kept making up rules as they went along). Needless to say, all their game nights now require the presence of a moderator (not like that has done much anyway considering Jaemin hates intervening in literally anything ever, so Renjun doesn't know why they still try).

"I'm not playing this with you."

"Aw, why not? It's fun! Even for serious people like you," you tease, but Renjun doesn't laugh. Ignoring him, you continue, "we could make the most of this quiet time together."

"Nothing about today has been quiet," Renjun mutters. He's pretty sure you heard him, but you simply brush it off as you open the box, letting the cards fall on the sofa while you place the bell in the middle.

Renjun huffs, knowing he isn't left with a choice. You're adamant, he realises, and even if he weren't to give in now, he knows he'd have to eventually, and he'd rather deal with this now than later on.

You start the game, putting down a card of two coconuts before you glance at Renjun, waiting for him to complete his turn. He does the same (albeit much less enthusiastic than you), his card flipping to the other side to reveal four strawberries.

The game continues on that way, with you practically at the edge of your seat as you anticipate every next move. You had just put down three bananas, and your eyes are fixed on Renjun's hands as he slowly flips his card to reveal... two bananas.

You yelp, palm quickly outstretching to hit the bell, and despite Renjun's obvious disinterest in the game (or so you thought), you're surprised to learn that he's just as quick, his hand clashing against yours as you fight to ring the bell at the same time.

"I definitely got that one!" You proclaim proudly, to which Renjun scoffs.

"No way, you're barely even on the bell!"

"Nuh-uh, look! Your hand is literally on top of mine!" You wriggle your fingers for good measure, causing Renjun to look down at your hand— both of your hands, which are still on the bell. You were right; while most of your palm is covering the bell, only the tips of his fingers are touching the metal surface, the rest of his skin resting idly on the back of your hand. He's never really noticed how tiny your hands are— it's not like he's that huge of a guy to begin with— and the thought somehow brings an unexplainable flush to his face.

He quickly removes his hand, carding through his deck for the sole purpose of having something to do before passing you a card. "You just got lucky," he mutters, clearing his throat.

You giggle. "No, I'm just that good," you sing, waving the card mockingly in front of his face before putting it together with your deck.

Renjun rolls his eyes. You remind him so much of Donghyuck; it's a wonder how he isn't your best friend.

"I used to play this game a lot when I was younger," you quip randomly in the midst of the next round. You do that a lot, Renjun realises, stating facts he didn't ask for when it gets too quiet. It used to leave him not knowing how to react, but if there's anything Renjun has learnt about you in this limited time you've spent together, is that you don't need a response from him to continue talking, so he doesn't say anything.

"I'm an only child, so visiting my grandparents in Jeju was the only time I'd get to hang out with my cousins. We'd do everything together— even stay up late and wake up early the next morning so no time would be wasted. It was a wonder how we never ran out of things to do," you chuckle to yourself, fiddling with the cards in your hand.

"One time, it started to rain super heavily— kind of like right now, actually— all while we were cycling outside. Instead of seeking shelter, we decided to play in the rain. We got home freezing our toes off and I fell sick the next morning, but it was so worth it. I wouldn't trade that moment for anything else," you trail off softly, and Renjun doesn't miss the twinge of longing in your voice. At this point, the game had been long abandoned, your attention now fixed on the rain outside and Renjun on you. You turn to him, the fond smile still playing on your lips, and that is what causes him to look away, only then realising that he had been staring.

"What about you?"

Renjun's brows knit in confusion. "Huh?"

"You don't seem to like the rain very much."

"Yes, because it inconveniences people. Kind of like the situation we're in right now, don't you think?" His tone comes off as a little snappy, but before Renjun could regret it, you're already beaming at him in response. He wonders if you're ever capable of any other emotion apart from happiness.

"Sure, but look at where it brought us! Two friends, bonding, towards becoming even better friends!"

Nevermind. He doesn't feel bad anymore, not when he remembers that this is who he's dealing with right now. Plus, the term friends is a little bit of a stretch, isn't it? He doesn't know anything about you apart from the fact that— well, you're an only child and that your grandparents live in Jeju. He doesn't even know your last name, and he'd like to think that that should be the minimum requirement before considering someone a friend.

He rolls his eyes as he lazily throws his last card, ready to wrap up the game, only to perk up when he sees his lone strawberry face-up with four of yours. Quickly, he reaches forward to ring the bell, grinning in triumph when he realises you hadn't gone head-to-head this time.

"A-ha! I win!" Renjun smirks proudly, too caught up in his victory to realise that he's smiling. It falters when he notices you staring at him— not in defeat, but something much... softer. It looks similar to when you were recounting your memories with your family in Jeju. It looks like Jaemin when he's scrolling through pictures of his three cats in his gallery. It looks like Mark... when he's on FaceTime with his girl whenever they do long-distance.

Suddenly, Renjun could no longer hear the rain thumping harshly against the window next to him. He could no longer see the lightning that comes in flashes, nor does he flinch at the thunder that follows. Only two words form in his head:

Oh, shit.

lee donghyuck [3:41pm] yowww 🔥🔥🔥 [3:53pm] r u alive? lol [4:02pm] wait no like actually r u???? [4:22pm] pls tell me ur sfae omg im gonna start sobbinf and cryin rn dont evne [4:46pm] HUANG RENJUN [5:12pm] NAWWW we really lost an angel today.... jun i hope ur looking up at us 🙏🙏🙏

huang renjun [5:24pm] UP???

lee donghyuck [5:24pm] oh hey lol [5:24pm] wyd

Renjun utters a curse under his breath as he switches to his phone app, bringing the device to his ear immediately after he dials Donghyuck's number. It rings twice before the boy picks up.

"Injun-ah!" Donghyuck's voice is hoarse— so he wasn't lying about being sick. That doesn't make Renjun any less annoyed, though. "I was so worried-"

"Cut the shit, Hyuck. Did you know?"

Donghyuck is silent before he replies, as though carefully choosing his next words. "... Know what?"

"That she likes me."

"That who likes- oh my God. Did she tell you already?" If it's even possible, Donghyuck's already-naturally nasally voice sounds even more annoying now that he's excited while sick.

"What?" Renjun hisses into his phone, glancing around the room to make sure he wasn't too loud. Granted, he's currently alone in the men's room and he's 90% sure you aren't outside eavesdropping, but he could never be too careful. "So it's true?"

"I mean, only because she was so fucking obvious," Donghyuck snickers before he breaks out into a fit of coughs. "I'm surprised it took you this long to notice."

Renjun groans. "How the hell was I supposed to know? She talks to everyone the same way!"

"Dude, have you seen the way she looks at you? It's like when Jaemin looks at Luke, Lucy, and Lu-"

"Yeah, yeah. I got it, alright?" Renjun grumbles. "Shit, what should I do now?"

"Um, nothing? It's not like you're even supposed to know that she likes you," Donghyuck quips plainly. "Dude, why are you even freaking out? Wait- do you like her back?"

"No!" Renjun exclaims, a little too quick for his own liking. Maybe it's because he could practically see the teasing smirk on his friend's lips, or maybe it's just the suggestion that sounds so fucking absurd he had to shut it down immediately. "It's just- look, I've been nothing short of mean to her this entire time so I kinda feel bad, alright? Why would she even like me like that? I mean- is she some sort of masochist, or something?"

Donghyuck guffaws, clearly not about to let his embarrassing stuttering slide. "Okay? And why are you so worried? Since, you know, you don't like her like that and all."

"You're hopeless," Renjun mutters, not bothering to bid Donghyuck goodbye before he hangs up. He should've known that the boy is the last ever person he should seek advice from; Jaemin would have made for a better candidate.

But calling Jaemin now would only be suspicious, and Renjun knows it would only be a matter of time before you would knock on his door to ask if he's doing alright— because that's just who you are as a person.

Huh, maybe he does know you better than he thought.

Renjun has long given up hope that he'd be going home tonight. The thunderstorm is still as relentless as ever, the skies growing even darker now that the sun has set. The café is bathed in a warm light, and under a different circumstance he would've found it cozy.

You're situated behind the counter now, probably having moved there when he was in the restroom. Instead of going back to the couch, Renjun finds himself heading towards you. He doesn't know why.

"Forecast says the rain won't stop until morning." You don't look at him as you say this, and Renjun quickly notices the two cups of instant noodles you're currently busying yourself with, the rising steam swirling lazily in the air. You only turn to him once you're done mixing the noodles, a sympathetic smile on your face. "Looks like we'd have to stay the night."

"You sound oddly sad for someone who claims to love the rain." Against his better judgement, the words slip out of his mouth. Renjun thinks it must have something to do with his conversation with Donghyuck earlier, because why does he feel like he's being weird all of a sudden?

You merely shrug, handing one of the cups to him. This time, he accepts it, and Renjun tries not to flinch at the feeling of your fingers brushing against his.

"Well, I still do! If I could, I'd run outside right now and play in the rain, but the news just issued a lightning alert and I'd rather not risk getting struck, you know. Besides, staying inside isn't all that bad," you quip lightheartedly, a small grin on your face as you bring your chopsticks to your lips, blowing on your noodles lightly.

Renjun doesn't say anything, his brows only furrowing at your response. How is it that you're still so cheery even after everything that's happened? It's as though you didn't just find out that you're literally stranded here with no way home until the next morning.

The room illuminates momentarily when thunder strikes, and this time, Renjun does flinch. If he wasn't already holding on to his cup of noodles so tightly, it would have already spilled all over him. Clearly, you notice, and you don't look away quickly enough to act like you didn't.

"You know, I've learnt recently that a lightning bolt is only as wide as your thumb, but it could stretch on for miles," you say as you swallow your food, showing a thumbs-up as you grin at him playfully. "It's kind of crazy, right? How something so small could be so powerful?"

Renjun clenches his jaw, shutting his eyes momentarily. "Alright," he mutters, placing his cup on the counter. "Why do you keep doing that?"

You raise your brows, lowering your hand. "Doing what?"

"That. Every time it gets loud and I- I startle, you tell me some random fact, as if it's going to magically drown out the thunder."

"Well, it works, doesn’t it? It’s my secret technique to distract you! And think about it this way: every time it thunders, I get to share a cool tidbit with you. Like how lightning can strike the same place twice!”

"Yeah, because that makes me feel so much better," Renjun mumbles, though he finds that the edge in his voice has softened.

"Oh, relax." You roll your eyes jokingly. "Lightning only often hits tall structures like trees or skyscrapers, so you’re safe here with me.”

He scoffs. "Tall? Is that a jab?"

You gape, and you fear that you've struck a nerve within him. "N-No! I mean, I'm just saying! You're probably just not tall enough to worry about it, unless you're like, I don't know, Yao Ming or something," you start to ramble. "Even then, did you know that the tallest man in the world is a whole foot taller than him? I guess he would have a higher chance of getting struck by lightning, then, wouldn't he? Or not, considering, well, you know, he's dead. I don't-"

You're cut off when you feel a palm cover your lips, and your eyes widen at the contact. Renjun stares at you, unimpressed.

"You," he starts. "Talk too much. You know that?"

With his hand still over your mouth, you're unable to reply— even if it wasn't, you doubt you could, anyway. His skin against yours brings a warmth to your neck and cheeks, and you could only hope he couldn't see how bright red you're sure you are.

You nod your head slowly.

Renjun scoffs, finally dropping his hand as he glances to the window behind you. If you weren't already staring at him so intently, you would've missed the slight upturn of his lips. "Wow. So not only am I terrified of the storm, I'm short, too?" He shakes his head, half-amused.

"Hey, you said it, not me!" You exclaim defensively, feeling much more relieved now that you've seen him smile. You wonder if he's aware of how pretty his smile is. "Though for the record, I think you're the perfect height!" You pause, "f-for dodging lightning, of course!"

Renjun didn't like how the first half of your sentence made his heart beat faster. If only he were any closer, he'd hear your heart beating just as fast, too.

"You kids hang on tight, alright? There are blankets in the break room if you need them— and keep me updated!"

You've been in contact with your boss since the lockdown announcement hours ago, and despite your last message telling him that you and Renjun are alright, it seems that it's just in Johnny's nature to be overly-concerned as his worried face now flashes on your screen.

"We're alright, Boss, we promise!" You say for the umpteenth time. "This shop's stable enough to withstand a strike or two I'm sure, so we'll see you tomorrow morning!"

"Don't joke about that," Renjun hisses, nudging your arm with his elbow. He turns to the screen again. "We'll be sure to give you hourly updates."

At this, Johnny seems a little more at ease. You bid your boss goodbye, and the café soon falls into a silence, with only the humming of the lights and distant rumbling in the skies to keep you company.

"So... should we get ready for bed?" You ask, slapping your thighs as you stand up from the couch. For some reason, it feels awkward. You've long grown accustomed to Renjun and his lack of words, but somewhere along the way today, it seems that the air between you two has shifted— for better or for worst, you couldn't really tell— and you're not sure if you could salvage it.

You've always liked Renjun— of course you have— but today, it feels more impossible to contain your feelings with nobody else around. You like to think that you were good at hiding it all this while (despite what Donghyuck says), but right now, you're not so sure if you could spend a second longer with Renjun without accidentally blowing your own cover.

"I'll go grab the blankets," he says quietly, snapping you out of your reverie before ushering away to the break room. You let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding, turning around to face the couch. Surely, your feelings could wait, because right now, there's only one thing that matters more: your sleeping arrangement.

You bend down to grab the couch by the armrest, pulling it further towards the middle of the dining area. With it being originally situated right by the window, you figure it wouldn't make for such an ideal (or safe) makeshift bed.

"What are you doing?"

You huff, returning to your original height to see Renjun by the door of the break room, a bundle of plaid blankets in his hands. He has a brow raised— you notice he does that a lot when looking at you— and you laugh meekly.

"Just, you know. Wouldn't wanna get struck by lightning, or anything like that."

He rolls his eyes (again, something he does a lot when it comes to you) as he makes his way towards you, letting the blankets fall on the sofa. "You can take the couch. Probably should lay one of these out first, though. Not sure how many butts have been on there."

Usually, you would have laughed at his comment, but this time, you find yourself tilting your head in confusion instead. "Where are you gonna sleep?"

Renjun shrugs. "The chair works fine for me."

You frown. Taking one of the blankets, you spread it out before letting the fabric fall over the couch. "The chair? There's no way you'd be comfortable like that! Look, the couch is big enough for the both of us. We'd have to stay seated, of course, but that's better than sleeping in a chair, right? Or would you rather we take turns?"

Renjun scoffs. "What? We're not in an apocalypse. There's no need for night watch."

Still, you stall, and it causes him to sigh. Renjun steps towards you, gently planting his hands on your shoulders before guiding you down onto the sofa. "Gosh, you're stubborn. Just take the couch, alright? It's not like I'm planning on sleeping, anyway."

The last part of his sentence comes out in a low murmur, but you still catch it.

"What do you mean you're not planning on sleeping?" You echo, and based on the flash of panic that crosses his face, you're sure he hadn't mean to let that one slip.

"I mean, with the storm and all," Renjun explains stiffly, glancing away. "I'm just saying, there's no way I'd be able to sleep with all that noise."

You gape slightly before your lips transform into a grin. "Could I interest you in another fun fact, then?"

Renjun groans loudly, and you find yourself giggling at his response. And when you hear the low chuckle that escapes his lips, you find your heart swelling at the sound of his laugh.

"Seriously, let's just share, alright? Look, I'll even stay up with you! I won't talk if you don't want me to, though."

Renjun finally gives in, sitting at the other end of the couch. "When has that ever stopped you?"

Noting the lack of bite in his voice, you grin. "Touché."

Eventually, the two of you fall into a comfortable silence, and for the first time in a while, you don't feel the need to make conversation. You've never been one to be able to stay quiet for very long; clearly, Renjun is someone who does, and today, you learn that it really isn't all that bad.

Renjun steals a glance towards you, but you have your eyes fixed on the rain outside, a small smile still tugged on your lips. It looks like you're watching a movie, the floor-length windows a giant movie screen, and the flashes of lightning the different scenes bouncing off your features. He must have missed the thunder that comes afterwards, only realising it when you turn to him with that stupid, pretty smile still on your lips.

"Uh," Renjun stutters, having been caught off-guard at the sudden eye contact. He quickly looks away. "You don't have to do this."

You tilt your head. "Do what?"

"Stay up with me. You should get some rest."

You laugh, and Renjun wonders if it's always sounded this beautiful. "Don't be silly! I don't mind. I know you're gonna chide me for saying this, but it's kinda nice. I can't remember the last time I stayed up to watch the rain," you pause before turning to him. "You're probably gonna hate me forever for making you endure both a thunderstorm and my chatter in one night," you say teasingly.

"That's not true," he says quietly, only belatedly hoping that you hadn't heard him. Clearing his throat, Renjun turns to his right where his messenger bag lies, taking out his sketchbook he had haphazardly stuffed inside earlier. He flips it open, feeling your curious eyes on him as he looks for the page he had been working on.

"The rain looks better on paper for me," he explains awkwardly. "You know, since we're on the topic of likes and dislikes."

Renjun feels you scoot towards him, and he hates that he could feel the warmth emitting from your side even despite the blanket that envelops your shoulders.

"That's so pretty," you say in awe as you study the drawing. Despite it being so simple, nothing but a rough sketch of a window pane covered with rain drops, you still find yourself marvelling at the intricacy of it all. You could barely even write a whole essay legibly, yet here Renjun is, crafting a whole masterpiece with nothing but a blue ballpoint pen. "I wish I had an ounce of your talent. You're amazing, Renjun."

Even though he's no stranger to getting compliments for his works, it somehow feels different coming from you. It's probably because of how intimate it is— you and him, cramped on a couch in a barely-lit café with your arm pressing into his side— that's all there is to it, right?

But as he turns to you, taking in the stars that seem to dance in your eyes and the pink hue that dusts your cheeks even in the dark, Renjun starts to wonder if maybe, it's more than that. If maybe, the way his heart is stuttering isn't because of the setting, but you— only you.

With the way Donghyuck's question from earlier still plays in the back of his head like a broken record, Renjun knows that it's the truth.

✦ ✦ ✦

With it being late into the night, the two of you lapse into silence, too tired to keep a conversation going, but still very much awake— as though under an unspoken agreement to not fall asleep.

The rain has reduced significantly and the thunder has lessened, nothing but an occasional low rumble in the distance, but every now and then you'd still feel Renjun tensing from next to you.

“You know, statistically, you’re more likely to get struck by lightning than win the lottery,” you mumble sleepily, barely able to keep your eyes open.

Renjun lets out a soft chuckle. “Comforting,” he replies, though there’s no real edge to his voice. “So, basically, I’m doomed.”

“Not while I’m here,” you say through a yawn. “Consider me your good luck charm.”

Renjun shakes his head, but there’s a softness in his expression now, something warm and unspoken passing between you. The couch creaks slightly as you both shift to get more comfortable. Your cheek brushes slightly against his arm, but Renjun doesn't pull away. In your half-conscious state, you barely feel his arm circle behind you, pulling you closer towards him as he guides your head to rest on his shoulder.

"Then I guess I'd have to keep you around for every storm."

Click.

That's the sound you wake to, the sun that hits your eyelids being the second thing to rouse you from your slumber. You stir, your cheek brushing against something soft that only makes you want to sleep even more, but the sound of suspicious giggling causes you to open your eyes.

Your bleary vision lands on Donghyuck, who's currently standing before you with a cheshire-like grin, his phone in his hands.

"Don't you two look cozy?" He coos, tapping on his screen once more before his phone produces another click.

Finally registering what's happening, you jolt awake, only belatedly realising the oh-so-soft material to be Renjun's clothed chest. You must have fallen asleep on him sometime during the middle of the night, and you can't figure out what's more embarrassing: that, or the fact that Donghyuck has proof of said... intimacy.

"Lee Donghyuck! You better not post that!" You yelp, jumping off the couch to reach for his phone, only to fail as he waves his arm in the air, cackling manically.

Renjun finally stirs at the noise. “What’s going on?” he mumbles groggily, only to frown when he registers what you and Donghyuck are doing.

You whip to turn to Renjun, almost tripping in the process, throwing him an apologetic glance. “N-Nothing! Just- uh, a little misunderstanding!”

Donghyuck lowers his arm, tongue poking out of his lips as he types rapidly on his phone. “Oh, I’m definitely sharing this. Aw, you two are so adorable!”

Renjun groans. "Fuck off, Hyuck, seriously." He stands up, picking up his bag before stuffing all his belongings inside. "Ignore him. Let's go."

You giggle, your own embarrassment seeping away when you realise just how flustered he is. "Renjun, wait-"

"Nope, not waiting," he mutters, the tip of his ears noticeably pink as he slings his bag over his shoulder. "We're leaving before this asshole gets anymore material." He shoots Donghyuck a glare, who only waves a hand mindlessly.

"I may be an asshole, but at least I'm not delusional. Seriously, guys, it's painful watching you pretend like you're not into each other!" He cries dramatically, and Renjun's eyes widen before he forces another warning stare to his friend.

"Thanks for the unsolicited advice, Hyuck," he mutters, hoping his voice didn't waver too much, before quickly grabbing your arm and leading you to the door. "We're leaving."

"Have a good day, lovebirds!" Donghyuck sings, and Renjun flashes him a middle finger with his free hand without turning around.

You couldn't help but to laugh as you let him drag you out to the sidewalk, the cold outside air hitting your skin for the first time since yesterday. It's no longer raining, but the streets are still wet from the overnight storm, and it helps in cooling your own burning cheeks.

Renjun finally releases you when you're a little further away from the café, turning to face you with a sigh. "Sorry 'bout that," he mumbles, his cheek still painted red, and you wonder how it's possible for him to be this cute, grumpiness and all.

"It's okay." You bite your bottom lip to suppress a grin, and Renjun smiles at you weakly.

There's a moment of silence between you two before Renjun clears his throat awkwardly. "He's right, you know?"

"Hm? About what?" You ask, slightly taken aback by his sudden soft tone.

Renjun shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his voice quiet. “About… me being into you. Wait, that came out weird." He stumbles over his words, and you merely beam at him as you give him time to compose himself.

"It's just— I know I haven't been the nicest to you, and I know it may sound crazy, but I had this whole revelation yesterday that I do have feelings for you— and I promise this isn't just a fleeting thing because of the storm— I genuinely think you're really cool."

You don't say anything, only a soft smile playing on your lips, and that causes Renjun to panic.

"I mean, I know I've been a jerk to you, and I know this isn't an excuse, but I just didn't know how to-"

You cut him off by leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, effectively halting his words. His mouth hangs open slightly, eyes wide as he stares at you in disbelief, his face flushing.

When you pull back, you couldn't help but laugh softly at his stunned expression. “You're rambling,” you tease with a playful smile.

He coughs out a small laugh. "Yeah, sorry. Guess I was." The smile stays on his face this time as he meets your eyes. "So... does that mean you're not compelled to the idea of going on a date with me?"

"Nope. Not at all." You rock between your heels and toes, already feeling the excitement bubbling in your chest. You like to think that you're doing a much better job at keeping your composure, but you're sure anyone could see just how bright red you are. "I think I'd really like that, actually."

Renjun's eyebrows raise before his expression eases into one of relief, and for the first time, a large smile graces his lips. You think you might just have a new favourite thing now— one that easily tops the rain.

"Yeah? Good. Because I think I'd really like that, too."

[artists-who-rarely-draws]

Caught a Vibe!

Wanted to write some headcanons to boost my motivation for drabbles so enjoy!

Minecraft Diaries vs Suprise kisses from reader!

Feat: Garroth, Laurance, Zane, Vylad, Gene, Jeffory, and Cadenza

Info: G/N Reader.

pre established relationships, Zane and Gene sure are themselves lol. Pretty much just fluff. Reader instead of Aphmau in all except for Jeffory, Zane and Gene. Abby is around 5-6, Sasha and Zoey were supposed to be in this, but I got bored of this one and wanted to get it out- if yall want more or I randomly decide to write a part 2 on my own they will be the first ones in it i promise.

Warnings: (I know i said mostly fluff but im sorry) Zane is for sure his own warning but there is mentions of Jeffory's murder in his part and a implication of threatening reader in the past. Genes also not great, his reader is a little naive and he a little frames them. His powers are used but not against reader.

Requests are still open and enjoy under the cut!

Oh, Garroth, sweet, sweet Garroth.

He thinks he's so subtle, but he is not.

Your lovely boyfriend is so starved for affection but so unwilling to ask for it.

He thinks it would be improper being a guard... or at least that's what he says, but it surely stems from his affectionless household.

you catch him sometimes watching your hands or his gaze moving to your lips for only a moment.

It's incredibly endearing. And gives you an *incredibly* devious idea.

really, can you be blamed for Garroth being so fun to tease? He's such a pearl clutcher!!

Patrol reports are boring. you fully understand why they need to happen. But there's never anything to report yet. Somehow, your lovely guards can take 20 minutes to describe *nothing* .

and that's where you sit, listening to Garroth go on about the state of the forest surrounding Pheonix Drop. Turning to you asking if you have anything to add. before doing it *again* .

Crystal blue eyes looking to your lips for just a moment before they are averted.

oh, he makes it too easy.

with a simple smirk, you lean across the table to kiss him.

He goes unbelivably stiff for a moment in his shock before positivley *melting* when your hand moves to cup his warm cheek.

He lets out something between a small whine and a groan when you deepen it, His kiss is soft and sweet, with just an edge of desperation. One hand moving to cradle the back of your head a silent plea for you not to pull away just yet. eliciting a small chuckle from you.

but eventually, it must come to an end. And when you pull away, he chases after your lips for a moment a lovesick haze in his eyes, as if the entire world outside of *you* has fallen away from him. A look that warms you from the inside out and reminds you just how much you love the man in front of you.

'No nothing to add,' you coo softly before fully pulling away, looking to your other two guards. Dantes eyes wide and mouth parted, Laurances eyes were wide as well but there was a sense of amusment to it.

You cheerily excuse yourself, letting them know you will be working on some upgrades for the Plaza if they need you. Leaving behind a sputttering malfunctioning Garroth who crashed back down to earth.

You really will be the death of him.

He's just so handsome.

And his cooking smells so good, His voice is so smooth as he talks about the dish he's making, and you're so in love with the man in your kitchen.

Your relationship is already so affectionate, but will you ever really be satisfied?

You're so busy watching him and fanaticizing you dont even notice that he's stopped cooking to talk to you.

'Hey, you with me?' He asks with a chuckle, snapping you out of the daze.

You look at his slightly crooked smile, giving him a slight smirk, giving you a mischevious idea of your own. His eyebrow raises as he notices the new look in your eye.

You surge forward to kiss him, His eyes widen in slight surprise before closing and leaning further into you. But just before he can move his hands to hold onto you and deepen the kiss, you pull away. He looks down at you with a mixture of amusement and confusion one hand on your hip....

You stare into marble blue eyes for a few moments. Before lifting his hand off your hip so you can dash away laughing, the shout of 'Hey!' and the stove turning off lets you know he's in chase.

'What was all of that about?' he asks, giggling himself as he sets your feet back on the ground.

Even with your head start, you only get halfway down the stairs of the hill to the platform before you feel arms wrap around your midsection, hoisting you in the air and spinning you around with a triumphent shout. Laying quick kisses all over the side of your face as you laugh.

You just let out a contented sigh and turn your head to kiss him for real. Sweet and tender and full of giggles when you remember his shout as you ran.

Being the spouse of the high preist of O'khasis is certainly....interesting.

you know he cared for you in... some real extent. After all, he went through a lot of effort to ensure your engagement. Sabatoging your other suitors and persuading your parents.

That wasn't all it took to convince you. You're not dumb and know of the vast political advantage he gained from marrying you. You were the hier of a village that rivaled Scaleswind in size. If you were dumb you doubt Zane would hold you in any regard.

But Zane does have small moments that convince you that you mean more than just a political pawn.

You still share a bed. You knew no matter what, you would need to share a room to keep appearances, but if he didn't want you in the bed, you were certain you wouldn't be in the bed.

Most nights, you were already asleep when Zane went to bed. but sometimes you would wake up in the middle of the night, and his arm is draped over your side.

He also can be affectionate at times, mostly in public... but there are times in private his hand will find yours, or a quick kiss will be placed to your temple, hand, cheek or very occasisonally the corner of your mouth.

And in a twisted way. You had to care to make threats.

it wasn't anything overt. It was a meeting for the jury of nine. You were seated on the armrest of his throne at his behest. Which wasn't too odd. Whenever Zane saw the opportunity for a power move, he took it. and you still dont know who it was against. The audience he held... or you.

You're stuck staring at the Corpse of Jeffory the Golden Heart laying on the carpet. Zanes pitch black sword still stained with the fathers blood, tossed onto Zanes desk as he makes his way back to his throne.

He pulls you into his lap as he sits. Arms wrapped around your waist and chin resting on your shoulder.

'Let this be a lesson to the rest of you.' He looks around at the rest of the Jury of....well.. Eight gathered. 'This is what happens to those who betray me.'

His arms tighten around your midsection after that.

It's been a while since then. It's getting late, but as usual, Zane is at his desk going through paperwork. The sound of quill on paper and the crackling of the fire makes this moment feel peaceful.

You don't really know what possesed you to do this, maybe the soft light of the fire off of your husbands cheekbones in his rare moments without the mask.

That is what most makes you feel most like he cares for you.

Getting to see the freckles dusting across his light baby face. A view reserved just for you.

'Yes Lamb?' Zane speaks up, making you jump out of your thoughts. He hasnt moved his gaze from his paperwork.

You steel your resolve and get up from your spot, walking to your husbands side, He turns his head to look up to you, one eyebrow raised. Icy blue eyes bearing into you.

'Just heading to bed,' you mummer, leaning down to press a feather light kiss to the corner of his mouth. 'Good night'

you pull away pretending not to notice the way Zanes face flushes the darkest shade of red you have ever seen. And his eyes are wide in suprise.

It's actually pretty adorable, but you know it would take quite a turn if you pointed this moment out.

you go to leave the room when you feel his hand grip onto your wrist.

'Someones feeling *bold* tonight.'

Your boyfriend never really grew out of the whole 'Dissapearing act hide in the trees' thing. Even in times of peace, he goes off to watch and brood.

You suppose you can't blame him. He's been through a lot and is still constantly working towards... welll whatever his goal is. He's pretty elusive about it, but you trust him implicitly despite his insistence. You should be more cautious.

But you feel at some point that it has to be unhealthy to live amongst the trees, stewing on past atrocities rather than fostering genuine connections with people. Something you won't let stand.

'Vylad! Vylad, come on, it's time for dinner!' You call walking through the woods, trying to lure your elusive lover out.

He does not come out immediately, but you can tell you're being watched. The tell tale Goosebumps and raise of unease in your chest, The Feeling of a rabbit being stalked by a wolf and the silence of the forest confirms to you that its a Shadow knight.

You let out a huff as you immeaditly clock the game he's playing.

Vylad likes to test your survival skills from time to time. Letting people in was hard for him. A million times more difficult with the romantic context between you. Sometimes, he needed to assure himself you weren't going to do something stupid and die.

'Fine! But this isn't tag this time! I promised Levin and Malachi we would be eating dinner with them and I don't want the food getting cold' you shout out, knowing full well if Vylad had his way he would be slipping around until either you physically restrained him or he took pity on you.

So you get to work hunting through the trees. Actively going towards what causes all your instincts to scream in protest.

You grip onto the tree and swing around to meet his Pine green eyes, looking back into yours.

'A real enemy isn't going to stick in one spot because you have dinner with your sons.' Vylads voice is muffled behind his scarf as you give him a deadpan.

You reach forward to loosen his scarf just enough to free his mouth.

He instantly assumes you just didn't hear him properly and goes to repeat himself. But you press your lips to his before he can... Vylad always takes a moment, surprised that you'd want to kiss him no matter how many times you have. But he always becomes incredibly passionate, kissing you like it could be the last time.

When you finally part for air that... one of you needs much more than the other. Hands still gripping his scarf, you reply.

'Yes, I know, and Im *very* greatful you did tonight now come on they are waiting' you laugh tugging him along with you back to the village.

Being with Gene means accepting that you never really know when he's gonna drop by, He is fond of you... that's the word he uses. But of course, his plans will always come first.

So, he kinda pops in and out of your life at random, spends Irene knows how long with you, then leaves for Irene knows how long again.

Rinse and repeat.

So you've learned better than to wait around for your hell born partner.

And today you need to go on a trip to the market.

You dont actually live in a Village, you live in a cottage a fairly short walk away from Nahakra.

You make sure to only bring enough coin for what you need and decide to get a covered basket to carry it in that you could keep hooked around your elbow. Trying to minimize the chance of being targeted by any members of the Thieves' Guild. And then you head out!

The walk and most of your shopping goes without a hitch!... the keyword is most.

You had been looking at some blueberries at a stall, You had read about a blueberry tart recipe and wanted to try it out, but with the addition of lemon. Unfortunately, blueberries need much more acidic soil than your plants could handle, so the market was your only go-to.

What's worse is that you apparently weren't early enough because all of the blueberries either were under or overripe, and the ones that were good enough for you to consider taking were way out of your price range.

With furrowed brows and a huff as you stare at the price before putting down the small carton to get your last few items. You're halfway to reaching a new stall when you hear shouting

'STOP you, little Theif!' Well. It is the capital of the Theives Guild. You dont pay it any mind.... until you feel someone harshly grip your wrist and yank

you squeal and grab the wrist of the Stall owner, holding you, trying to pry your arm free from his crushing grip all the while he is screaming obscenities and accusations at you.

Apparently, the blueberries you had been scrutinizing went missing, so he assumed you must have done it.

He's shouting about what the guards will do to you, that you'll be lucky to keep your hands all the while you try to defend yourself. Insist that you didn't do it, but he's ignoring you.

'No one stole anything.' The stall owner goes silent, Gene in the villages armor... somehow? He has one arm over his shoulder and his other hand pressed against the mans forehead, his voice eerily calm. 'You were straightening out your stall, and you knocked the carton over, remember?'

The stall owners eyes are empty. Completely devoid of original thought as he nods, slowly slurring out a yeah.

'Exactly' Gene continues, taking his hand away from the mans face, light slowly reappearing in the vendors eyes as he does.

You always have to suppress a shiver in your spine seeing Gene use his Magicks.

'Now, don't you think you should give this *poor* civillian a apolagy?' He finishes, his arm tightening around the other mans shoulder .

You start to protest, but the man hurriedly apolagizes as genes arm tightens once more,

'You accept that?' Gene asks you. You nod in response, feeling relieved when he lets the vendor go

'There we go all fixed, now why dont you head back to your stall huh?'

It always amazes you how Gene can sound so polite yet so... threatening. The man wisely chooses to run back to his stall.

Gene smirks at you when you're both alone again.

'Wow, theiving, huh? Didn't think you had it in ya Doll' he starts walking away, leaving you stammering for a few moments before you jog to catch up.

You insist you didn't do it, causing him to laugh and pull out the very carton of blueberries from his bag, much to your shock and horror.

'Yeah I know' he hums handing you the offending fruit 'Honestly those prices were *criminal* someone needs to put a stop to that man' he laughs as if he didnt nearly get you arrested???? The audacity???

You proceed to ask him what the *hell* is wrong with him??? You knew he was a criminal, but you had to *live* here! You nearly got dragged to the guards over blueberries!

The man has the *Gall* to look offended, leaning over, so he's at head level with you

'Really Y/N im hurt, I get you those little blueberries you clearly wanted so bad, *and* swooped in and saved you with that guy back there and this is how you repay me??? Not even a thank you for your *Knight in shining armor* Tsk tsk'

You are feeling a mixture of emotions, annoyance, the urge to appease, ..... and a strange warmth. For better or worse, this is the man you fell in love with, horrendous quirks and all.

You lean over and press a chaste kiss to his lips and mummering a small thank you.

He blinks a few times in suprise before smirking wide to egg you on or tease when he notices you rubbing the wrist that man had grabbed, while not bruised it was certainly discolored and sore.

His already lightless eyes darken...

Irene help that mans soul.

Having just arrived home from the market, you watch from the doorway smiling wide.

Jeffory and Abby are in the den playing pretend with swords. Abby is wearing a hood to show she's the villain shouting out and attacking her father.

You loved moments like these, where the Jury of Nine didn't need your fiancée and you all could just be a normal family together. No expectations or glaring preists looming over you.

Your broken out of your thoughts by Jeffory letting out a shout, holding the sword between his arm and side as if hes been stabbed, dramtically leaning backwards slowly and dropping to his knees monolouging about how evil would never win and he would find a way to save the kingdom even in death before fully laying down on his back and letting his head plop to the side with a dramatic groan.

you can NOT help but laugh at this, You love this man, but he is a SHIT actor, and... the idea of a Jury of Nine member defeated is kinda funny, even if it was just pretend.

That alerts both of them to your presence, Jeffory cracking open one sage green eye suprised, but smiles wide moving to get up and help with your basket when Abby whacks him in the head with a sword

'Gah- Hey!! Abby, not nice!'

'You're supposed to be dead! Lay Down!'

After a quick chastizing about using her words, he does as she asks, After all, he's never reeaalllly been able to say no to her.

She gets back in character, laughing manically and saying the kingdom will finally be hers! Then, walking away from her father laughing all the while

You're getting very caught up in the drama when Abby tosses off her hood and then walks back over to Jeffory's 'body' to gasp in horror

'No!! Sir Knight!!' She cries promising to go and get help when her eyes *lock* on you.

uh oh

She runs over to her toy box and brings you a toy crown whispering to you to put it on.

You obviously do, duh.

' Your Majesty!! Your Majesty!! Sir Knight needs your magical healing powers!! Hurry before it's too late!!' she calls, grabbing your hand with her little one to pull you over to where your fiance lays on the floor.

you hold back a chuckle as you kneel on the floor next to him. " Oh, Poor Sir Knight, I see what you mean, Miss Ah -"

Abby opens her mouth to share whatever wildly elaborate name she has setled on for the game when there is a knock on the door and the muffled shout of one of the neighborhood children.

'Abby!! Abby!!! We are playing pick-up sticks, and the winner gets a sachel of candy! come play!!'

double uh oh

There's a LOUD gasp from the girl next to you. Giant puppy eyes pointed to her father, letting out a series of high-pitched pleases.

he huffs, shaking his head lightly but letting her know she can go but to be back before the sun starts setting.

She runs off , and Jeffory gives a light-hearted eye roll at the attention span of kids moving to sit up when you gave him an amused look.

"I thought you were dead, Im supposed to revive you"

He looks at you with a mixture of confusion and amusment.

you lean down to kiss him, his eyes widening in realization and excitment.

his hands wind into your hair, cradling the back of your head, entrapping you in a loving and passionate kiss.

you cradled his face in your hands in turn, reluctantly turning away when your lungs started protesting, panting for a few moments before chuckling at him.

"Healed you~ Now come on, help me put away the produce," you coo to him, standing up and heading over to your basket, hearing him rushing over to you.

he is just insaciable <3

You always made sure to have Cadenza accompany you when traveling to Metelli.

Not only for her to visit her father and friends, but because your favorite activity with each other can only be done in her home village.

A short walk from Metelli is a HUGE lush wild flower field.

The very same fields that Cadenza used to frequent before you met.

Always setting aside a afternoon if not a day of your trip to devote to your girlfriend and the flower fields, Picnics, exploring, finding flowers that remind you of the other most, making flower crowns, and to end it all off lying in the field together.

Sometimes, you accidentally find yourselves waking up there the next morning, breaking out into hushed giggles and sneaking back to your group.

You're both sitting down in the flowers, fruit sandwiches rest on napkins at your sides, Cadenza carefully crafting a very intricate flower crown while you read your book aloud to her.

Some fantasy novel you're only half paying attention to, Irene your girlfriend is so pretty. it's no wonder that a village nearly went to war over her, Irene knows you would.

That's the thought that led you to stop reading and just watch her, waiting for her to look up from her craft.

She does after only a few moments, confused and ready to ask why you stopped when you rush forward, giving her a sweet yet quick kiss.

With that out of your system, you look back to your book to continue reading to her.

Cadenza has other plans though, after processing the pleasant suprise she squeals loudly and launches forward, pratically tackling you to the ground and peppering your face in quick adoring kisses, the type you can feel her smile through, full of laughs from both you.

Only after every inch of your face has been sufficently kissed does she properly connect your lips, Her long firey hair curtining over you, completely surrounding you in *her*

And there is no place you would rather be <3

[sonarspace]

sweet syrup, satoru gojo

synopsis: emotions are all over the place when fwb!gojo stands you up… for another girl? content: fluff (kinda). smut (food play, fem!receiving, orgasm, unprotected sex) wc: 3.1k a/n: another fic within 24hrs to make up for my absence :). (not proofread!). this is a result of listening to sesame syrup by cigarettes after sex on repeat.

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your phone chimes with a text from satoru “are you free this week? i’m coming to your city”. to which you reply almost instantly. “yeah, i can make some time.”

he texts back: “no need to cancel any plans. i can work around it. just wanna spend some time with you while i’m here.” making your heart flip.

“i have an event to attend tonight, but can i come over sometime between 2 and 3?” he sends another text.

it’s not really like you had much going on in the week so you decided to say yes. to which he sends a winky face and a see you soon.

it’s almost 2am when you’re done getting ready. it has been a while since you’ve seen each other and while satoru has seen you in all your rawness. you figured it wouldn’t hurt to dress up a bit.

you decide to wear an ocean blue lingerie set (his favorite color) and a sheer white dress over it, leaving nothing to imagination. you hope you can catch him off guard with this look.

you look at the clock and it’s already 2:30am. you decide to send him a text to confirm he’s going to come up or not. it’s not like satoru to stand you up especially on a plan he’s made.

“are we still good for tonight?” you text. but no reply comes through. he did say 3am didn’t he, you think to yourself. maybe he’ll be there by then. you sigh and decide to put on a movie.

you give him the benefit of the doubt and wait a bit longer past 3. but you regret that decision as you are watching instagram stories and see a pic of none other than, satoru gojo in all his glory at the party he said he’d be. an angry pout takes over your lips.

what gets you isn’t the fact that he may still be at the party but who he is with. some model’s lips are pressed to his cheeks – hand hovering over her back and his stupid people winning grin plastered on his face.

posted 20 minutes ago. you inhale deeply, trying to keep the tears at bay. you didn’t even know why you were hurt. after all you were just fuck buddies and nothing more. you suppose it was the anger making you cry.

feeling stupid at even trying to dress him for him, streaks of black mascara run down your face. you look at yourself in the mirror and take a deep breath, willing yourself to not cry over some rich fucker.

you wipe your make up and change into a pair of sweatpants and lay back down on the couch. continuing your show trying to distract yourself from the indirect rejection you felt.

but your mind kept going back to him. why would he wanna be with you when he can get all those pretty girls with their perfect bodies. girls who could probably make him feel far better than you do.

you were stupid to think there was something going in between the two of you. as soon as that thought crosses your mind a text chimes. “baby, i’m so sorry. almost there. 5 minutes.”

you scoff at the nickname ‘baby’ huh. “don’t bother. i’m going to sleep.” but you don’t get a reply back. instead what you get is loud repetition of knocks on your apartment door followed by your name.

he waits a beat and then continues knocking. “not leaving until you open the door” he texts you. out of compassion for your neighbors, you open the door. his hand stops mid knock as you gesture him to get in.

"i'm really sorry, i swear i didn't mean to keep you waiting for so long." he starts rambling and you look at him with a plain stare and arms crossed to let him know you're not having his bullshit — you already know he has other priorities.

"i lost track of time and i left the party as soon as i realized. my phone was dead, so i couldn't even text you. i just charged it on the way here. darling, you know i'd never keep you waiting," he moves closer to grab your hands and you let him.

you gulp hard trying to not cry. he reaches to touch your face but you jerk your head away. "don't gojo." the change stings him and you see a look of hurt pass over his face. "please" he drags out the syllable. "okay," you tell him and he almost smiles but you reach out and wipe the lipstick mark off his cheek bringing it up to his eyes "what's this then?"

he narrows his eyes at your thumb in thought, "it's nothing, i swear. she kissed my cheek out of nowhere and they took the photo and i moved away from her just as fast." and you scoff in disbelief, "you just have an answer for everything, don't you gojo."

he groans “just give me a minute,” and pulls out his phone — going through his texts to show the photos of him taken throughout the night. out of habit you take in his appearance. he looks unbelievably sexy in an all black outfit, a sheer black tank and a black overcoat with matching suit pants. you're immediately reminded of your white dress that you had picked earlier and think how perfectly it’d match his outfit. a tear involuntarily escapes your eye.

you wipe it casually before he can notice. he pulls up the photo probably going around on social media at the moment and then the one of him moving away from the lady, "see!" he exclaims. and you sigh, "what do you want me to say gojo?"

"first off, don't call me gojo. secondly, forgive me. it was an honest mistake, you know i'd never do it on purpose. and lastly, i've missed you so so much baby," he drops his forehead to yours and you don't pull away. cause you've missed him just the same.

"go home," you whisper to him. "can't." he replies in the same manner. "it's too late and i didn't get my car. let me stay. let me make it up to you."

you pull away from him and turn towards your bedroom. he lets out a sigh of relief thinking maybe you were giving him a second chance but his shoulders deflate just as quick when you say, "you can take the guest room."

and so he does. he'd take any chance to be close to you since his job makes it hard for him to stay around you for long periods of time. so whenever he comes to this city, he'd prefers to stay with you rather than at a hotel.

and although your relationship and feelings for each other were hidden under the title of "fuck buddies" you both knew it was more than that. both of you went exclusive as soon as you started sleeping with each other. hell you don't think you could find anyone who would fuck you as good as satoru does. and he doesn't even want to try because the way your pussy makes him feel is other worldly.

he gets out of the shower and opts to wear just his boxers and lays comfortably at the thought of making it up to you in the morning. meanwhile you twist and turn trying to find a position to sleep, wondering if you should give in or keep it up so he knows what he did was wrong.

you wake up to the sound of dishes clinking in the kitchen and smile when you remember satoru stayed over last night. albeit not with you but still. your jaw drops slightly when you walk out and see him standing by the stove in nothing but his boxers. the early morning light accentuating the dips and curves of his muscles.

"satoru!" you shriek covering your eyes. "oh, good morning baby. why are you hiding your face?" he asks as if he isn't standing there with his dick in your face. "why are you naked?! put something on!" you exclaim. "ahh, nothing you haven't seen before princess. plus i’m not naked. I’m wearing boxers!” he grins and then adds on “can't exactly wear those clothes when i'm cookin breakfast. it's uncomfortable."

"ugh," you say out loud and march back into your room. you come out with a pair of his sweatpants and throw it to him from across the counter. "wear these!"

"whatever you want baby," he pulls them on and they rest sinfully on his hips – almost teasing you and your cheeks flush. “can you taste this for me?” he asks and you walk around the counter to stand next to him as he pushes a spoonful of syrup towards you.

your eyes flutter close and you hum at the sweet taste. “this is really good,” you smile softly. “thanks. it’s for the french toast. i just put it in the oven to keep it warm. thought you’d be asleep for a little longer.” you beam at the mention of french toast, they were your favorite. “nutella?” you ask and he nods with a mesmerizing smile “just the way you like it, sweets.”

you both gaze at each other with a soft smile. “can i have another spoon?” you meek. you accidentally let a little bit of it dribble down your chin. “oh shit,” you’re about to wipe it off but satoru holds your hand and pulls you in closer.

you feel his tongue leave a wet trail behind as he licks the dripping syrup from your chin to the corner of your mouth. your breath hitches at the sensation. he pulls back and looks at you with smirk.

before he can take too much pride in catching you off guard, you surprise him by clashing your lips to his. he bucks backward and steadies himself with a grip on your waist.

his heart picks up a beat at finally feeling your plush lips on his. tasting the remnants of syrup still sticking to your lips. your kiss felt transcendental to him. like the only way to stay alive was the air that passed through your mouth to his. and he rejoiced at that. he’d be willing to live with you as his source of oxygen.

gaining back some composure he pushes you back and places you on the counter. you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in further. his tongue tries to find its way into your mouth but you don’t budge. instead you giggle into the kiss and he takes it as an indication to kiss your teeth.

his lips move over your jaw, lightly nipping at the skin at the space under your ear. his tongue pokes out and traces your ear lobe once, twice and then he nibs down on the cartilage playfully with a whine of your name. the oven’s beeping brings you both out of the love lust trance you’re in.

he huffs and moves back to turn off the oven while you turn off the stove and grab another spoon of syrup. he turns back to see you leaning back on an arm and kicking your feet – dropping the sticky syrup over your clothed perked nipples. the lack of a bra evident. “oops�� you pout, feigning innocence.

his breath seizes at the scene unfolding in front of him. he licks his lips once and then without wasting any more time, his mouth moves over your chest. licking the syrup off your shirt and in the process stimulating your nipples just like you hoped. he pulls off your shirt and throws it behind somewhere behind but before he can go further you stop him “wait!”.

“not in the kitchen,” you speak timidly – a flush creeping up your neck at his lustful stare. pressure builds in your stomach at the way he’s looking at you and you squeeze your thighs for a bit of friction.

“where?” he asks as he picks you up. “anywhere but the kitchen,” you whisper into the skin of his neck as you place a chaste kiss. and then he’s dropping down to his knees with you. laying you on the wooden floor of your living room

he leaves you on the floor for a beat and then comes back with the pot filled with syrup. he peels of your sweatpants along with your soaked panties. “lay still,” he tells you and you straighten out your legs and arms.

using you as his canvas he grabs the pot of syrup and tilts it over your body. creating a pattern of syrup on your naked body. he places the pot back on the counter and admires his work. a thoughtful grin on his face as he makes eye contact with you. “can i take a photo of you?” he asks and you nod without a second thought. he grabs your phone and snaps a pic. this image of yours would be imprinted in his mind forever and more.

“look at how beautiful you look,” and surely you do. sprawled out over the wooden floors of your apartment with a sticky substance covering your body. but that’s not all. the sun shines through the curtains, casting your body in an ethereal light and a ring of light on your head acting as a halo. “just like an angel. my angel. aren’t you baby?” he asks for confirmation.

and maybe it’s too early to say but you do anyway. “only yours, satoru. always yours,” you utter the words he’s been waiting for – well he feels like his whole life but in reality it’s only been three months since you two started this relationship.

the intensity of his gaze has a shiver run over your body and you can feel goosebumps erupt across your skin. he moves on top of you. taking his time with your body. licking over and over until he cleans the syrup. you almost feel like you’re not breathing as his mouth moves over your neck, collarbones, chest, stomach – lapping and littering your skin with love bites.

before moving further down he gives you a deep kiss and you can taste the sweetness of the syrup on his tongue as it tangles with yours. but it’s so incredibly satoru, to be tasting this sweet you can’t help but suck his tongue a little.

finally he spreads your thighs and makes himself at home. licking a quick stripe to test your wetness. there’s so much arousal it has him wondering if you already came. your nubs a shade darker, almost angry at being away from him for so long. he coos at your pussy as it was a separate being. “you missed me, didn’t you?” a peck to your clit. “i missed you too, but your mommy was tryna keep us apart.” you can’t help but laugh at the endearing silliness of him speaking to your pussy. faking a gasp he whispers “i know! it’s okay. going to take such good care of you now,” this time he looks at you.

his tongue moves over your bundle of nerves pressing down on your nub stimulating it just the right amount and plunging a finger into your cunt. his eyes flutter close at your taste. “nothing comes close to your sweetness, darling” he groans. your hands tangle in his head as he continues sucking your clit. you moan his name “ha ha ‘m so close toru.” so he speeds up his pace – licking ferociously, wanting you to reach your high quicker.

you come with a scream of his name. eyes shut and fingers tugging his hair but he has no complaints. he loved the sting when you tugged his hair like this – when you were too fucked out to even realize you were doing it.

he frees his cock and he feels like he can breath a bit better now. his hardened cock turns impossibly harder when you reach a hand down and pump it a few times and he watches in awe. pre cum lathering his length.

“you doing okay?” he asks you from above aligning himself but not pushing in. “yeah,” you hum but you’re lost in thought. about last night. but satoru notices everything. he squeezes your cheeks so you look at him. “what’s wrong?” genuinely concerned.

“i was hurt last night when you didn’t show up on time. and i didn’t understand why i was so hurt because it’s not like we’re dating or anything. but seeing that pic of you, out with those people hurt. cause i was here waiting for you, wanting to surprise you with a dress i bought, that i thought you’d like. but that doesn’t matter. what i’m trying to say is that this is more than just sex for me satoru. i really really like you. i want more of you. more of this. more of us.” you confess all that you’ve held in since this past few weeks of being apart from him.

he doesn’t say anything for a moment, reeling in your confession. you feel like you’ve ruined whatever you had going on. “satoru, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way” in fact it wasn’t. you’d be heartbroken if he didn’t feel the same way. “you don’t have to say anything. i just, i-“ you’re about to continue but he cuts you off with a hard kiss. “i do too. all that you said. i too, want more of you, more of this, more of us. it’s more than just sex for me too, baby. has been for a while. i’m really sorry about last night. wear that dress for me tonight, please.” he pleads. “i’ll cook you a nice dinner and we can have our first date as an official couple. what’d you say?” he smiles softly.

your heart clenches at overwhelming emotions and tears line your eyes as you repeat yes over and over again until he’s kissing you and drinking the love out of you.

he carries you over to your bedroom and lays beside you. he grabs your leg and places it over his hip, lining his cock with your cunt. slowly he pushes into you. you both moan in unison. him at the feeling of your snug walls and you at the feeling of his cock stretching you apart.

your foreheads touch as you maintain eye contact. he thrusts into you ever so lovingly. languid and hard thrusts. as if you both had all the time in the world.

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a/n: idk how i feel abt this 💔😭 but i hope you liked it. comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated!

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[rahuratna]

Nanami Kento: Relationship Headcanons (now a fic), Part 5

Contents: pre-relationship headcanons, slow burn, pining, humour

By the time you both leave the cafe, the streetlights have come on and the wind births small eddies, their burden of leaves swirling in dusty corners. You haven't nearly exhausted all the things you want to say to him, but something about this quiet walk home sparks something reverential in you. So, you'll let the evening spin a web of secrets around you, for now. It feels better to keep it that way.

Nanami stays close to you, his eyes trained on the pavement. His manner, so hard for you to read just a few months ago, is now familiar enough that you can see he is experiencing some internal struggle. You close your eyes momentarily, as you know full well what he must be considering.

Taking a small breath, you point out the car that he had called earlier. It is parked at the kerb, sleek, gleaming and slightly threatening in the dim light. You don't want to slip into the cool interior just yet, away from the inexplicable lightness being close to him brings. He stops abruptly, some distance still between the both of you and the car.

"Are you cold?"

"No. Not now."

You don't mean for the words to sound quite like they do. Nanami is silent before checking his watch and clearing his throat.

"I suppose our evening together ends here."

"We're still traveling in the same car."

He catches your teasing smile and raises an eyebrow.

"I suppose you're right. However, there's something I'd like to ask before we go."

"And that is?"

"Whether you'd like to visit another cafe with me next week."

The words come out of his mouth with uncharacteristic stiffness, slightly rushed. He eyes you as if from behind a shield composed of finest steel, a hint of longing hidden well beneath.

"I would certainly like that."

His shoulders drop slightly.

"You would?"

"You sound surprised."

"It's only polite to ask, of course."

"So you knew what my answer would be, for sure? Is that what you're saying?"

"Well, no -"

He clamps his lips together tightly and you laugh softly, taking a step towards him beneath the unsteady light of the old streetlamp. Something about how the tables seem to have turned in the past few minutes emboldens you.

"What about the time after that?"

"You've already decided then?"

"Should I not?"

"Well, what if it turns out that you don't actually like my company."

"I don't think there's any danger of that."

"What if I - " he paused and considers the car ahead of you, the corners of his eyes tight. "What if ... work gets in the way?"

You suddenly feel as if you're both standing on the deck of a flimsy raft in a turbulent sea. All the softness, the sweetness, the hushed longing of that afternoon, seems awfully fragile under the impending wave of his own pragmatism. Feeling the wind pick up around you, catching at your hair, you are fully aware of how tenderly you are looking at him. If you don't speak now, you would regret it later.

"You know, today I thought a lot about how simple our meal was. Just a few things, put together. I ... think I like simplicity. No, I always have. Good food can give you temporary comfort. You know what I mean. When you're exhausted and drained and want to forget everything else, there's something warm and inviting, that's waiting just for you."

He is silent, but in a way that lets you know he is taking in every word you say.

"And often, I don't know what tomorrow may hold. I think ... that sorcerers like you must feel that even more keenly. But even if I don't know, I still have some consistency in my day. I know that I have something small to look forward to, something that fills me and gives me strength."

You meet his gaze, pushing the words out before your burst of courage deserts you entirely.

"So, what I mean to say is, don't think too much about what may happen at work tomorrow, or the day after. If we have to re-schedule, that will be fine. Because ... I do enjoy your company and I hope you enjoy mine. And it's that simple for me."

Your words have almost failed you this time, but you stand there, holding your ground, willing him to understand what you're trying to convey. He looks back at you, and this time, the raw emotion, the hesitancy, the desire to do the right thing, is so evident in his eyes.

You think of the name he mentioned, the friend he had spoken of in the past tense. You knew, on some level, that this was something only Nanami could decide, no matter how badly you wanted more.

When you smile at him, there is no pain there. There is, instead, a soft blossoming in your chest that whispers your answer to you; that you can only ever want this man to be as comfortable and as happy as he could be. Nanami watches your lips, and then your eyes and he is drinking you in, as if he has seen something he can barely comprehend.

"Nanami, it's getting cold out here. Let's head in. You can message me if you want to go somewhere else soon."

You pat his sleeve lightly, the spell that has woven itself around the two of you evaporating, leaving traces of something solid and steadfast. As you turn to head to the car, his voice arrests you.

"Kento."

"Pardon?"

"Please refer to me as Kento from now on."

"Oh."

In spite of everything that's passed between you two today, it's this, of all things, that brings your mind to a shuddering halt.

"Well ... then it's only fitting that you call me ... "

When he says your name, cutting you off before you finish, you stare at him. Now your heart feels as if it has ceased to function entirely. Nanami, no, Kento, steps forward and past you, drawing you along in his wake. His voice holds something new, a different quality of warmth.

"Thank you for today. I'll find a good place for us to visit next time."

When he leans forward to open the door for you, his breath mingles with yours, and you think that you can almost taste the soft exhalation.

You feel unaccountably restless over the next few days. When you're at home, your hands are always occupied with something, whether cooking, cleaning or simply fidgeting with the corner of the blankets as you fail to fall asleep. Your mind is racing a mile a minute and shows no sign of slowing down. You wish your own thoughts would allow you a moment of rest.

Now, you know. You can finally shove open that mental door, even though the splinters catch in your skin and leave you raw and delirious.

He does feel ... something. He may even feel the same way, the same intense passion and longing. How can you even process this development? In all the years of your adult life, you have never experienced something like this. This is so much more than the obsessive quality of first love, so much more than a workplace crush, which you have certainly experienced before.

Why? Why did humans have to feel so intensely, to the point that it hurt, as if a javelin molded from purest, scorching sunlight had pierced your chest; an injury that had left you bleeding a viscous, golden ichor that you wanted to collect in your palms and pour over your joined bodies?

Ironically, what gives you a sense of stillness and serenity is the image of him you have committed to memory in that shining time. The smooth planes of his suit, the way the burnished collar pins caught and reflected the light against the clearcut lines of his jaw and neck. The small traces of shadow under each eye. The way he paid attention to how he occupied space, the natural strength and grace with which he moved. You can recall clearly the way his honeyed gaze caught and held yours, as if there was no shame in such an intimate glance, his darker lashes painting soft shadows against his cheeks in the afternoon sun. The hint of faint freckles on the backs of his hands.

It's when you allow yourself to move on from that image, when you remember that you'll have many more such images of him to refer to in your mind's eye (possibly), that the vicious cycle of restlessness returns.

The weekend arrives and you have plans. Plans to stay in and indulge in ordering takeout and catching up on your reading. The weather forecast promises rain and cold weather, something you don't particularly mind.

The last few days have been stressful. A large-scale exorcism of cursed spirits in an underground shopping centre had taken place and several younger sorcerers had sustained injuries. Fortunately, there had been no fatalities. You had been in charge of organizing the paperwork for their medical treatment.

As you return from a short run to the grocery store, rivulets of water pouring from the creases of your umbrella and raincoat onto the entryway floor, you notice a message notification silently awaiting your attention. The way your stomach clenches with pleasant anticipation tells you just how spoiled you have become. Expecting a message from the man who occupies your thoughts endlessly is certainly something that wouldn't have crossed your mind before. He has sent a simple question.

"Are you busy?"

Wait, what? Surely, he wouldn't want to meet in this kind of weather?

Shaking your head to clear it, you answer.

"Yes. Just got back home from the store."

His reply comes shortly after.

"Is it all right if I give you a call in a short while?"

"Sure."

Well, this was a new development. You hurriedly put the groceries away, wondering what he wanted to speak about. Within fifteen minutes, your phone rings. Towelling off your damp hair, you perch on the sofa in front of your space heater.

"Kento?"

There is silence on the other end.

"Hello? Can you hear me?"

"Ah, I can hear you just fine."

His voice pours into your ear like soft, mellow hickory smoke. You hadn't realised how much you'd desired to hear it again, until now.

"How are you doing? Were you deployed on that mission a few days ago?"

"Yes, I oversaw a few exorcisms. I heard there were several injuries in the other locations."

"Nothing serious, thankfully. Was Yuuji with you?"

"No. He was out with Gojo on a different task." He pauses. "I didn't call you to talk about work."

You can't control the smile that pulls at the corners of your mouth.

"Oh?"

"No. I wanted to know how your weekend is going."

"Very slowly. Just the way I like it."

"Just wait until Sunday."

You laugh at his foreboding tone. 

"Speaking from experience?"

"Yes. There's a strange warping effect on Sunday evenings. Like some kind of hiccup in the space-time continuum that makes those last few hours of freedom vanish into thin air."

"Haven't you found a remedy for that yet?"

"Have you?"

"Yes, actually. I have a Sunday evening self-care routine that drags the time out forever."

"I'm not too familiar with self-care."

"I can tell."

"Do you admire my resilience?"

"Not really."

"How harsh."

"Listen, if you've never felt the scrape of a good exfoliator or inhaled the scent of jasmine tea while massaging essential oils into your skin, you haven't really lived, Kento."

"I don't particularly trust essential oils."

"Oh no. Have they offended you?"

"Terribly. I once fought a cursed user who smelt as if he'd bathed in peppermint oil."

"Ugh. Hardly blame you then. How about you come up with something that involves no herbal remedies?"

The silence on the other end is longer this time, and when he speaks, the softness in his tone sends a spear of heat straight down through the core of you.

"I think I've found a good distraction."

Somehow, you're able to reply.

"I thought I said you should find something that involves no herbal remedies."

"Are you going to force feed me peppermint oil?"

"Possibly."

He waits for a while before answering, and when he does, his tone carries more weight.

"There's something you said, the day we had supper together. I wanted to tell you my thoughts on that."

You're silent, nervous. Had you spoken too brazenly that day?

"You said that you liked simplicity. That temporary comforts could bring happiness and make us feel better."

"I did."

"Hmm. My thoughts on that are ... conflicted. On the one hand, I agree. Small comforts are important in our lives. I like simplicity too. But what are small comforts without meaning behind them? I want to give all of my actions meaning, so that there can be no mistaking their purpose."

"What is your purpose, Kento?"

He doesn't hesitate this time.

"I want to spend more time with you. More than the occasional lunch. I want to know more about you, and I want you to know me. In a way that's more than a temporary comfort. It's not about what's proper. It's about what's right. I think you know by now that I don't take half-measures when it comes to things that are ... meaningful to me."

The straightforward quality of his words is like a nail pinning down the elusive nature of that dance you both have been conducting up until now. You almost lose the ability to speak, one hand clutching the arm of the sofa hard. There is an uncontrollable feeling, like hysteria, but not quite, rising in your chest. You hope that your voice isn't as hoarse with emotion as it sounds to you.

"I want to know you too, Kento. That would mean a great deal to me."

His relief is palpable.

"Then that's what we'll do from now on."

There is another pause, but this one is different. It's full of promise, a breath taken before diving deeper than either of you have before. Surprisingly, you find that you're the first one to break it.

"Want to start by telling me something about yourself? Something that I definitely don't know?"

"Hmm. I actually like the ridiculous hat that Yuuji bought me at the fair. The one we visited the other week."

"I asked you to tell me something that I don't know."

"You could tell that I liked it?"

"Kento, you showed it off to Gojo. And you enjoyed telling him that it was a limited edition just to see how disappointed you could make him."

"You're describing some kind of sadist."

"Yes. I'm describing you."

"Ah, very well. Here's something you're definitely not aware of."

"Well?"

"I like the way you say my name."

This absolute devil. For such a proper man, he certainly knew how leave you tongue-tied and flustered.

"Do you think if I say it often enough, the effect might wear off?"

He chuckles, a warm, rich sound.

"I suppose we'll have to test that theory."

@tsukimefuku @kentocalls @g-kleran @actuallysaiyan

[nburkhardt]

perhaps five for the cuddling prompts if you haven’t done it already? It just seems like something that they would say 🩵

5 - “I’m sorry, I’m probably suffocating you.” “No, I don’t mind. If I do happen to suffocate, just know I died happy.”

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Steve will admit he’s clingy. Very clingy actually. Like to the point where a nasty voice in the back of his head -that sounds a little like his dad- will curse him and call him names about it whenever he throws his presence around anyone.

Robin told him once that it’s probably because his parents didn’t give him a lot of affection, that he craves touch. It’s why she drapes over him whenever they’re hanging out, or when she decides to link arms whenever they’re walking. He loves her for it, especially loves how she said it’s not a bad thing to be this way.

That he’s allowed to be clingy, to give affection.

Nearly all of his past relationships didn’t like it, thought it was too much. Nancy liked it for the first few months and somewhere along the way, told him to pull it back a little. Maybe that’s when he should’ve realized she didn’t feel the same way.

Which is why he decided to back down with his clingy tendencies around Eddie. Doesn’t want to push him away or give him the chance to hurt him. Because if Eddie learns how much he can be or that he has feelings, it could very easily change. He could lose this.

He thinks that he’s successful with pulling away, until Eddie corners him during movie night at the trailer.

Hopping up, he wiggles his empty can to wordlessly tell Eddie about grabbing a new one. It’s a quick few minutes and when he sits back down, Eddie is pausing the movie.

“Uh, what?” Steve looks at him, “Eds?”

Eddie sat the remote down and turned fully towards him. Determination on his face, arms now crossed and it’s leaving Steve confused. They were fine just a second ago.

“Are you upset with me?” Eddie asks, and it really throws Steve for a loop, “Stevie, you’re not where you’re supposed to be”

Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, Steve opens his mouth a few times before closing it and crossing his own arms, “Eddie, what? That, what are you talking about?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, uncrossing his arms to throw them up and grip at the air before dropping them to Steve’s leg. It makes him pull it away and Eddie lets out a hum, “That! You’re pulling away from me, I thought you liked touch? It’s movie night and you’re sitting so far away from me, I miss my space heater. Miss my sunshine”

It makes him tense up, eyes widen and his heart to go in overdrive. A million thoughts race and he can’t- there’s, “Ed- what, um. Are you, are you saying that, you like how clingy I am?” He cringes as he speaks.

“Stevie, Steve, Honeylove, I will always love how clingy you are.” Eddie smiles and slowly reaches towards him before lightly touching Steve’s arm and Steve looks towards it before meeting Eddie’s eyes, finding unsaid question; can I touch?

All he can do is nod and watch as Eddie smiles and pulls him hard enough to make him fall directly on top of him.

Being this close, Steve can feel how fast Eddie’s heart is beating. Feels his own heartbeat beats along just as fast, it makes his eyes widen as he looks at Eddie’s face.

“Teddy?”

Eddie hums and wraps his arms around him, “hm?”

“What are you saying?”

Eddie squeezes him, “Want ya clingy, want you.”

Steve freezes and it seems like forever as he meets Eddie’s eye. Finding a fond expression, “I’ve wanted to ask for a while, ya know? Thought I had time to figure out the best way but someone,” he presses a finger to Steve’s back, “decided to pull away recently and I’ve decided that’s not happening, that I need my cuddly sunshine baby.”

It brings tears up and giggles bubble up, as he shifts to hide his face. Squeezing him and presses him more into the couch, “sorry, Teddy. Probably suffocating you”

Eddie clicks his tongue, “Nah, darling. I don’t mind, If I do happen to suffocate, just know I died happy. Because, I really love you.”

Steve grins, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s shoulder before shifting to look down at him, “I really love you too, you sap”

~

Can I just say I really don’t think it makes perfect sense? Maybe it does and it’s just me, my edible hit me half way into this. I think I rambled a bit, lost the plot a bit.

Hope you still like it tho!!!!!

Cuddling prompts

[aechii]

getting into a argument w jude before a big match and him thinking you two aren’t on good terms but before the game starts he spots you in his jersey in the crowd and has that extra boost of confidence to do well bc he considers u a good luck charm

₍⁠₍ DRiViNG FORCE ₎⁠₎

A/N ?! nothing much to say, other than, expect ALOT of jude works this next week heheh 🤭

in retrospect, jude's frustration was justified. blinded and consumed by workload- both her own and favours [y/n] had hesitantly agreed to take on- which had ultimately caused her deathly amounts of stress, she had missed jude’s past 5 games. it was something both her and him found distasteful, and after a long conversation, they had come to the (forced) agreement that she would show up to his next one, no questions asked.

so, of course, when she had informed him that she was due in for an extra day of work, unprecedented, jude’s uplifted mood and focused mindset merged into a catastrophic ensemble as annoyance and disappointment took over. and as she rushed around the kitchen to gather her things, jude remained stagnant and stood by the table as he watched her, frowning. 

“you’re really not coming?” jude questioned indignantly. it came out harsher than he intended, but with all due candor, he didn’t have the heart to care. 

[y/n] hurriedly leaned over the counter to grab her keys, but her boyfriend beat her to it, swiping it into his hands before shoving them into his pocket. 

“what the hell, jude?” 

“are you not listening to me? i asked you a question.”

jude’s stubbornness triggered [y/n] as she threw her arms up in the air. 

“what does it look like?” she retorted, annoyed, “i’m sorry but i really have to go.”

she attempted to reach for her keys, but was stopped by jude. his face turned frigid and a tide of disbelief succumbed him, “are you being serious right now? [y/n]- you haven’t been to any of my games for weeks!”

she checked the time, getting more desperate as she noticed it was 5 minutes past the time she was supposed to leave the house.

“jude, i’m sorry, okay? but i'm going to be late, we can talk about this later.”

he didn’t move, but rather stayed rooted in his spot, arms crossed as he glared at the girl before him. he was swallowed by fury, his mind trailing off on its own, and his mouth just let angered words tumble out.

“you’re so selfish. fucking go then.” his hand digs through his pocket, hurling the keys on the table before shoving his way back to the living room. 

[y/n] stood there, stilled with bewilderment as she attempted to process jude’s outburst. she understood that he had been m.i.a for the past few weeks, and hadn’t shown her face in support of jude. so much so, that fans started speculating that they had broken up, forcing them to reach dire needs of posting travel photos to compensate for her absence. 

but he needn’t call her that. they had talked about it many a time that [y/n] wasn’t ready to give up her job any time soon, and jude, albeit reluctantly, agreed for her to continue going. she knew it would be hard for him to understand as her work involved shifts and being called in spontaneously to fill in missing staff. 

[y/n] faded out of her shock, scoffing as her frustration lead her conscience, “if you want to be like that, then be like that jude,” she shouted to him, snatching her last belonging off of the table and heading to the door. 

she would've cared if she wasn't so pissed at jude, but she instead slammed the door behind her after jude slipped in his last attack. 

"i'll just find somebody else to wear my shirt then!"

+_-

jude could already feel how skewed his mind was the second his cleats sunk into the grass. he felt guilty, in all rights, for what he had said, but he truly was upset for the lack of [y/n]'s support. he realised that his game had dipped just bit, whether they lose or win, and consequently, his name was losing its shine on the scoresheet. 

everyone knew he performed better when she was there. gio had called her his 'good luck charm' to which jude replied with a sound of agreement because he thought so too. jude always had the urge to impress her even more, as if she wasn't vehemently aware of his talent, and it had him dominating the attacking line.

he could excuse 2 games maximum of no show, but now that this was turning into her 6th disappearance, he was getting fed up. 

"you look like there's a stick up your ass, what's wrong?" 

gio had commenced a side step circle around jude, in an attempt to dizzy the boy. it evokes a light look of judgment instead, but jude said nothing. 

"[y/n] isn't coming today… again."

his friend's face turns sympathetic and he stops his ministrations, walking up to him, "man, really?"

jude nodded, "yeah. and even if there was a slight chance she could, i've fucked that up too."

gio rolled his eyes, exhaling melodramatically, "what now?"

"i said that if she doesn't come then i'll just find someone else to wear my shirt." shame riddled his being, and his words progressively depleted in volume as gio looked punched by shock. 

"jude, what the fuck?" he tsked, "and how did she react to that? pissed? because it's very much deserved. matter of fact, i would've broken up with you."

jude's face turned hard, yet he felt his heart drop at the possibility. what he'd said was absolute shit, and it had given his girlfriend options, one of which was to leave him.

over his dead, fucking body.

"don't say that and no, we didn't break up. she just slammed the door and left."

"as if that makes anything any better, jude," gio retorted, arms crossed. he knew jude was quite an amateur when it came to gripping the reins of his feelings, but more times than not, it seemed like it was vice versa. 

marco noticed them slacking off, running up to them before they were being forced into a couple more training drills. jude knew that his playing headspace had to be on, but his conscience dallied between that and pondering over his fallout with [y/n] and he gave up, knowing that he was going to have another off-game. 

+_-

by half time, jude wanted out. they were 2-0 down, and marco was completely livid. his coach had watched them with complete confusion, trying to find the break in the circuit. if he had, and noticed that it was, in fact, jude himself, it was as if he was sworn to secrecy because most players but him were subbed out. 

jude had spaced out during the locker room talk, and his legs were on autopilot as they walked back into the field. his eyes were trained on the mass of black and yellow, in an attempt for a last string of hope, before he's interrupted by gio's voice. 

"jude, look!"

he pointed to the vip box, and jude squinted before his eyes set upon the undeniable stature of his girlfriend, dressed in his shirt. 

"no way."

his mind failed at formulating words, and the second they made eye contact, jude smiled and blew her a kiss. she didn't catch it, but rather gave him a humorous look that said, 'impress me'. 

gio watched the whole ordeal with a grin, hooking his arm around the boy before whispering in his ear, "fix the game, loverboy!"

jude snickers back, feeling his limbs light with exhilaration, "bet."

and the second he scored, he ran up to the stands, hands structured in his girlfriend's initial before making a heart. 

the smile she gave her would remain in his memories forever.

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Category: ♥ Fluff, smut ♥

Teacher!Seungmin x fem!reade!student

Another day, another time, it sucked. You were a student at the university of Seoul. You were doing great at almost every subject you choosed, exspect... math.

You didn't even know why math was one of your subjects. You never choosed it. You even sended a mail, but you couldn't change now. So you had to survive it this year. Your worst nightmare, you worst fear, *math*.

Your teacher didn't had time to tutor you, so he asked another math-teacher to help you. Today was the day to meet him, after school.

The entire day went very slowly, but atleast your friends were comique so it wasn't to boring. Your teachers were always gossiping about every student. And then they dare to say that we are horrible?! How?

After school you had to stay in your classroom. You were waiting and playing with your pencils. When he wasn't here yet for the past 5 minutes, you decided to walk around the classroom. Just walking and staring at the walls.

Suddenly the door opened and you saw an interesting man walking inside.

'Miss... I/N Y/N?" his eyes widened when he saw you. You were very beautifull, he could not deny.

'Yes, that is me, i am here for you tutoring lessons.'

'You can seat yourself next to me.'

You walked over and seated yourself. The chair hurted your butt, but that does every chair in this university.

'Could you tell me what you don't understand?'

'Everything.'

'Everything is much.'

'Yeah i don't know much about math.'

He started with chapter six, because thats the most important chapter. His voice was very soft and it made you relaxed. You could quit understand a bit, but it was very difficult, because maybe this would sound weird... he was extremely hot. You could call him 'smexy'.

You were staring a bit to him. Not really focusing on this theorie of this chapter. His lips were cute, his nose also, but his eyes. You just could stare in them forever.

He saw you watching his face. He actually didn't mind it. You snapped out of you deep-stare.

'I am sorry, i was just wandering into my thoughts, mine apologies.'

'It is okay, this part is not very important.'

He was actually only supposed to teach you for 1 hour, but he taught you for 2 hours. You didn't watch the clock, you loved each other's presence. He could explain everything so well, his voice was so beautiful. For him, 2 hours feels like 10 minutes. Its beautiful; hands turned the page.

Suddenly your alarm went off, and everything was a little disrupted. Seungmin looked at his watch.

'Oops, it's already 8pm, my apologies. I'll give you some papers to work on at home. You have lessons from me every day, so finish these papers by tomorrow if possible.'

'That's probably possible, depending on what tasks I still have to complete from my other teachers. Thank you for this lesson.'

you stood up and started packing everything up.

'I'll see you again tomorrow. Have a nice day!'

He watched you leave the classroom. He never noticed what a beautiful figure you have. He had already seen you walking around, but of course he had never spoken to you. Of course he had never spoken to you before, you are a student and he is a teacher. It is not forbidden, but it is frowned upon. Still, some girls flirted with him, sometimes tried to touch him themselves, but always avoided them. If you flirted with him, he wouldn't avoid it. But you weren't really that romantic, you read a lot of novels, but even when you were little you realized that not everything in the books could be fulfilled.

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You and your teacher started to grow a little closer together. You could say that you two formed a friendly bond. Sometimes you got jealous when some girls tried to twist Seungmin around their fingers. But yes, Seungmin also got jealous when boys came to you. You were very beautiful and intelligent, so boys took their chance, even sometimes girls tried to take their chance with you. You didn't always notice that. Your eyes were actually only focused on Seungmin.

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You sat in your class and you followed the reading. You sometimes overheard some conversations that were happening in front of you. You were learning about Korean Culture when you suddenly heard Seungmin's name in front of you.

"He's so handsome, could he be that good in bed?" two girls giggled.

You straightened your back and started to lean a little closer.

"He could play with me."

You looked at them as if they were crazy. Seungmin isn't that type of guy. What are they thinking, talking about him like that, aren't they ashamed? Your brow furrowed as you heard their multiple conversations. Deep inside you were burning with jealousy, so many girls wanted to have him. So many girls, some were so beautiful in your eyes. You started to focus on your classes again, but what if... what if Seungmin enjoys all that attention? What if he likes one of those many girls? What if he's... a spicy teacher... if you know what I mean? No, that's not possible, no, Seungmin a spicy teacher? Maybe...

You were walking around the square with one of your friends, just chatting about boys and also the new Arcade. You went through the main hall when you saw a group of girls surrounding Seungmin. They all asked him questions and if he could tutor them. They gave him cookies and so much attention. It made you angry, even though there is absolutely nothing between you and Seungmin. He saw you looking from a distance, he saw anger in your eyes. He turned away from all the girls and came towards you. Why is he coming towards me, you thought. You panicked a bit, he looked so good today. His sleeves were rolled up, his blouse was very tight, his buttons could pop off at any moment. You looked in all directions, your girlfriend looked at you strangely, as if you were a mad dog. You dragged her with you to the girls' toilets.

Seungmin tried to speak to you but it was already too late. Of course he wasn't allowed in the girls' toilets.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------Lately you started to distance yourself from him. He didn't understand why. He tried to have a conversation with you outside of school, but you avoided him every time. The tutoring sessions were also filled with a kind of tension and not good tension. Sometimes he tried to sit close to you, just to give you some comfort.

He wanted to ask you about it, but he didn't want to bother you with all those questions. At some point he had enough, because he cared about you a lot. He wanted to love you and he would do anything to fix it.

Tutoring was over, and you started packing your things. You wanted to go to the door, but suddenly he blocked you.

“I can't take it anymore Y/N. What did I do wrong? Did I hurt your feelings? Did I accidentally hurt you?'

'What are you talking about?'

"Lately I feel like you're trying to avoid me, have I done something?"

You were quiet. You looked at the ground.

'No nothing.'

He lifted your chin with his index finger.

'Do not lie to me. You can tell me.' '

No, I can't do that.'

'Why not?'

“It's not your fault, it's just…”

you took a deep breath

“all the girls are hanging around you. Flirting with you and for some strange reason it makes me jealous and an-'

he interrupted you by kissing you on the lips. His tongue slid through your mouth. He placed his hand on the back of your head. You opened your mouth wide, giving him all the access. He slid his tongue out of your mouth.

"Does that answer?"

'Don't know.' you teased.

"Maybe you should be a little more clear?"

"Of course princess."

He brought you in for another kiss. This time he held your cheeks with both hands. He stroked it with his thumbs. He made you step back until you bumped into his desk. He opened your legs with his knee. From your mouth his tongue went to your neck. He started licking it like a puppy. You whined softly. You heard him laugh against your neck. His fingers slid into your underwear. He slid between your folds, which were very wet. 'Wet for me? I love that.' He began to gently caress your clit while still sucking on your neck.

You started to position yourself on his desk. He pulled your panties down so he could get a good view. You could see through his pants that he was already hard. You took off his belt and pulled his pants down enough so you could take out his member. He groaned when you started to gently pump his dick. Just to make sure it was hard enough. He positioned himself at your entrance, he began to quietly nestle himself into you.

He held you tight as he slowly started pumping into you. You felt safe with him, his warmth. You heard his heart beat faster. He whispered soft words into your ears, which actually made you more excited. The fact that he was only your tutor two months ago.

His rhythm quickened, so did his breath, his hands felt every part of your body, his hair got wet, his body sweaty, and this all happened in a boring classroom. Your legs were shaking with excitement. Your arms clung to his neck. Everything was perfect, even if you did it on his desk.

"I *kiss* love you so *kiss much, baby."

You brought your two heads closer together.

'You are my soulmate. You are my soul, ohh *kiss* Seungmin, *kiss* what would I do without *kiss* you?'

He kissed you with passion, he kissed you like it was the end, he made sure you knew how much he loved you.

When you both came, he still held you tightly. He looked at you and caressed your cheek.

'That I could love you, as I did just now, is what you call happiness.' 'I feel happy with you.'

Your lips met again, and you devoured each other. You couldn't keep your hands off each other. Everything was perfect at this moment, the atmosphere, the sounds and the one person who could make it all happen: Seungmin.

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In the Space Between Us: Chapter 12

OTHER CHAPTERS:

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5

Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Pairing: Glen Powell x OC

Summary: Glen and Gabby have an unexpected breakfast with Glen's mom after she shows up unexpectedly at Glen's home.

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: Mentions of Parental Loss. Mentions of Grief.

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As he stepped outside, the crisp morning air greeted him, carrying the faint sound of tires crunching over gravel. He stood on the porch, hands resting on his hips, watching as the vehicle came to a stop a few feet away.

The door opened, and a figure stepped out, their movement deliberate and unhurried.

Glen let out a long breath, tilting his head slightly. “Mom,” he said, his voice tinged with both exasperation and curiosity. “What are you doing here?”

The SUV door clicked shut, and Cyndy strode confidently up the driveway with a radiant smile. Glen didn’t move from his spot, but his arms crossed over his chest, a knowing sigh escaping as he prepared for whatever excuse she had conjured to justify this early morning intrusion.

“Mom,” he said again as she reached where he was standing, his tone sharper this time. “What are you doing here?”

Cyndy ignored the question entirely, her eyes sparkling with affection as she wrapped her arms around him. “It’s good to see you, sweetheart,” she said squeezing him tightly.

Glen sighed but hugged her back. “Good to see you too,” he muttered, though his tone was laced with suspicion. As soon as she loosened her grip, he stepped back and gave her a pointed look. “But seriously, what are you doing here? You know we’re supposed to come to your house soon, right?”

Cyndy waved her hand dismissively, as if their plans were a minor inconvenience. “I know, I know,” she said breezily. “But I didn’t want to wait. You’ve been gushing about this girl nonstop, Glen, and I had to see her for myself.”

Glen’s jaw clenched slightly as she looked past him, her gaze darting toward the front door as if expecting Gabby to appear at any second. 

“Where is she?” she asked, craning her neck for a better view. 

Glen groaned softly, dragging a hand through his hair. “Mom…”

She arched a brow at him, her expression equal parts amused and determined. “Don’t ‘Mom’ me. You’ve been talking about her nonstop, Glen. I couldn’t wait any longer.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to find the right words to convince her to leave without offending her. “Look, I get it, but she’s...she’s nervous enough about meeting you as it is. She just got out of the shower, and is getting ready now.” Glen said, his voice firm as he stepped forward, attempting to block her line of sight. He placed a gentle but insistent hand on her shoulder and gave her a pointed look. “Which is why you should head back to your car. We’ll be at your place in less than an hour, like we planned.” 

Cyndy gasped, her hand flying to her chest in mock indignation. “What? You’re kicking me out already? I drove all this way, Glen!”

“It’s a fifteen-minute drive,” Glen deadpanned, his tone dry. “And I didn’t ask you to make it.”

She ignored him entirely, brushing past him and heading up the steps. “Nonsense,” she declared, her heels clicking lightly on the wooden porch. “I’m already here, so I might as well come inside.”

“Mom,” Glen said, exasperated, turning to follow her as she pushed the front door open and stepped inside without so much as a second thought. “This isn’t a good time—”

“Nonsense,” she said again, her tone cheerful. “I’ll just have a quick cup of coffee and say hello to Gabby when she’s out of the shower. No big deal!”

Glen pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath as he trailed after her. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Oh, stop pouting,” she teased, waving him off. “Now, remind me where you keep the mugs.”

Glen could feel the headache forming already. He took a steadying breath, knowing there was no winning this battle. 

He followed her inside, sighing heavily as he watched her start inspecting the kitchen like she was conducting an inventory. It wasn’t that he didn’t want his mom to meet Gabby—he did—but this was not the introduction he’d envisioned.

His mom turned to him with a cheerful smile, completely oblivious to the inner turmoil brewing in his head. “So, where’s the coffee? I could use a cup while we wait for her.”

Glen let out another groan, leaning back against the counter. “You couldn’t wait an hour?” he muttered, more to himself than to her.

The truth was, as much as he wanted to put his foot down and send her back home, he knew he couldn’t. His mom had always had a way of getting her way, and he’d long since learned that arguing with her was a losing battle. 

He glanced toward the hallway that led to the bedroom and made a quick decision. “I’m gonna go let her know you’re here,” he said, pushing off the counter.

His mom gave him a knowing smile. “Tell her not to rush. I’ll just be here... helping.” She gestured to the waffle batter like she was about to dive in, and Glen rolled his eyes as he turned to head back to the master bedroom.

Making his way down the hall, Glen ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath before opening the door to the master bedroom. Gabby was standing near the dresser, her back to him, towel wrapped snugly around her as she brushed through her damp hair.

He paused for a moment, leaning against the doorway of the bathroom where she had moved to grab a hair tie from the counter. “Hey,” he started softly, his tone hesitant.

Gabby glanced at him in the mirror, her brow furrowing slightly when she noticed his expression. “What’s wrong?” she asked, turning to face him fully.

Glen rubbed the back of his neck, debating the best way to say this without causing unnecessary panic. “Uh, my mom’s here.”

For a second, Gabby just stared at him, as if waiting for the punchline. When it didn’t come, her eyes widened in alarm. “She’s here?” she repeated, her voice rising slightly. “As in, in the house?”

“Yep.”

“Oh my God, Glen!” Gabby exclaimed, clutching the towel tighter around herself as if the mere mention of his mom would make her appear in the room. “I’m in a towel! Your mom is in the other room, and I’m standing here in a freaking towel!”

“Yeah. I didn’t know she was coming. She just showed up. Said she didn’t want to wait to meet you.” He paused, raking a hand through his hair. “I tried to get her to leave. Told her we’d be over in an hour, but... well, my mom doesn’t like to take no for an answer. So  yeah. She’s not going anywhere.”

Gabby let out a nervous laugh, though it was edged with panic. “Glen, I’m in a towel!” She gestured at herself, as if to drive the point home.

“I know, I know,” he said quickly, holding his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “I didn’t want this to happen like this. I swear, if I’d known she was coming, I would’ve stopped her.”

Her breathing quickened as she stared at him. “She’s in the kitchen?”

“Yes.”

“Right now?”

“Yes,” he repeated, wincing at the alarm in her voice.

“Oh my God,” she muttered, pressing a hand to her forehead. “I was already freaking out about meeting her later today. Now I have to walk out there and meet her now? Glen, I’m going to die-”

“Gabby.”

She stopped mid-rant, looking at him with wide eyes.

“It’s going to be fine,” Glen said, his voice calm and steady. He stepped closer, resting his hands lightly on her shoulders. “You don’t have to worry about her. She’s... a lot, yeah, but she’s going to love you.”

“Glen, I’m half-naked,” Gabby pointed out, her voice still tinged with panic.

He stepped closer, gently cupping her shoulders. “Hey, it’s okay. Just... finish getting ready, and I’ll stall until you come out. Take your time. No rush.”

Gabby gave him a skeptical look. “No rush? Your mom’s in the kitchen, Glen. I think I need to hurry.”

“You’re not walking out there until you’re ready,” Glen said firmly, his hazel eyes locking onto hers. “Take your time, get dressed, and I’ll run interference in the meantime. She’s not going anywhere, trust me.”

Gabby exhaled slowly, nodding as she seemed to gather herself. “Okay. Okay,” she said, more to herself than to him. “I’ll just... get ready as fast as I can.”

Glen leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against her temple. “It’s going to be fine,” he promised, his voice steady. “She’s excited to meet you, and I’ll make sure she doesn’t overwhelm you. Just take your time.”

Gabby gave him a tentative smile, though her eyes still held a trace of apprehension. “You better go before she comes looking for you.”

He grinned despite himself, backing toward the door. “I’ll be right outside if you need me. And, Gabby?”

“Yeah?”

“She’s going to love you. I know it.”

Gabby watched him for a moment longer before nodding, her grip on the towel relaxing slightly. “Okay,” she repeated, her voice quieter this time.

Glen gave her one last smile before stepping back. “I’ll be in the war zone if you need me,” he teased, gesturing toward the door before slipping out, leaving her to prepare for the unexpected encounter.

Fifteen minutes had passed, though to Glen, it felt more like an eternity. He stood at the stove, absently flipping a waffle onto a plate while his mom hovered nearby, rearranging the fruit he’d already set out like it was a centerpiece for a gala.

"She’s taking a while," his mom said, her tone dripping with pointed curiosity.

Glen sighed, setting the spatula down with a soft clatter. "Mom, she was in the shower. Maybe if you’d waited at your house like we planned, you wouldn’t have to sit here and wait."

His mom glanced at him, entirely unfazed. “Oh, hush. I’m just excited to meet her. You’ve been going on about her for weeks, Glen. You can’t blame me for being curious.” She reached for the plate of waffles, adjusting it slightly, as if that was going to make them look better.

He crossed his arms, leaning against the counter as he gave her a flat look. “I can blame you for not waiting.”

“Oh, please,” she scoffed, though her smile softened the sharpness in her voice. “You act like I’m about to interrogate her.”

“Because you are,” Glen shot back. “I’m asking you, Mom—just this once, please—go easy on her. She’s nervous enough as it is.”

His mom opened her mouth to respond, but Glen’s head whipped around as he heard the sound of the bedroom door opening. Light, hesitant footsteps echoed down the hall, the sound of Gabby approaching.

Glen quickly straightened, giving his mom a warning look. “I mean it,” he said firmly. “Easy.”

She raised her hands in mock surrender, though the glint of excitement in her eyes told him she wasn’t going to promise anything.

Turning on his heel, Glen stepped out of the kitchen, heading for the hallway to intercept Gabby. As he rounded the corner, he saw her standing there, her damp hair tucked neatly behind her ears and wearing a casual outfit that still managed to make her look effortlessly beautiful.

She hesitated when she saw him, fiddling nervously with the hem of her shirt. 

Glen moved to meet her, stopping a few feet away. “Hey,” he said softly, his tone gentle. “You look great.”

Gabby gave him a small smile, fiddling with the hem of her sleeve. “You think so?”

“I know so,” Glen replied, reaching out to take her hand. “You ready?”

“Not really,” she admitted with a nervous laugh. “But I guess it’s now or never.”

Glen squeezed her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “It’s going to be fine. She’s excited to meet you—just be yourself, okay?”

Gabby nodded, her grip tightening slightly. “Okay. Let’s do this before I change my mind.”

He chuckled, stepping closer and pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. Then, with her hand still in his, he led her down the hall toward the kitchen.

As they reached the entryway, Glen slid his hand to her lower back, his touch steady and reassuring. The hum of his mom’s activity in the kitchen grew louder, and Gabby took a deep breath as they stepped inside.

Glen took Gabby’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before leading her down the hall toward the kitchen. She held on tightly, her nerves buzzing just beneath the surface, but the warmth of his hand grounded her. As they rounded the corner, the sight of his mom standing by the counter with a bright smile on her face made Gabby’s breath hitch.

“There you two are,” his mom said, her face lighting up the moment they entered. “I was starting to think you were hiding her from me!”

“Mom,” Glen said with a warning tone, though there was no mistaking the fondness in his voice. He glanced at Gabby, offering her a reassuring smile before clearing his throat. “Mom, this is Gabby. Gabby, this is my mom, Cyndy.”

Before Gabby could even get a word out, Cyndy closed the distance between them and pulled her into a warm, motherly hug. Gabby stiffened for a moment, startled by the suddenness of it, but then relaxed into the embrace. Cyndy smelled faintly of something floral, and her hug was surprisingly comforting.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Cyndy said, pulling back but keeping her hands gently on Gabby’s shoulders as she looked her over with an approving smile. “Glen’s been talking about you nonstop. I was starting to wonder if he’d made you up.”

“Mom,” Glen groaned, his hand moving to rest on Gabby’s lower back—a subtle yet steadying gesture of support.

Gabby’s lips twitched with a small, nervous smile as her nerves began to ebb. “It’s nice to meet you too, Mrs. Powell.”

“Oh, please, call me Cyndy,” she insisted, waving a hand dismissively as she stepped back slightly. “We’re all friends here, aren’t we?”

Gabby nodded, her smile growing more genuine. Karen’s energy was warm and inviting, even if it was a little overwhelming.

Cyndy’s gaze flicked to Glen, and a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. “You wouldn’t believe how much this boy has been going on about you. Every time we talked, it was ‘Gabby this’ and ‘Gabby that.’ I swear, he’s smitten.”

Gabby’s cheeks flushed a deep pink as she glanced at Glen, who was rubbing the back of his neck, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips. “Okay, Mom, I think she gets the picture.”

Cyndy wasn’t done, though. She leaned slightly closer to Gabby, as if sharing a secret. “He even called me a few weeks ago, practically tripping over his words, asking for advice on—”

“Mom!” Glen cut her off, his voice a mix of exasperation and amusement as his hand moved from Gabby’s back to his forehead.

“What?” Cyndy asked innocently, though her grin was anything but.

Gabby couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up, her nerves melting away entirely now. Glen shot her a look, but the corners of his mouth quirked up as he saw her relax.

Cyndy looped her arm through Gabby’s, gently steering her toward the living room. “Come on, let’s get comfortable while we talk. I want to hear all about you—where you’re from, what you do, how you put up with him.” She tossed a playful glance over her shoulder at Glen.

Glen smirked, shaking his head. “I’m standing right here, you know.”

Cyndy waved him off. “Oh, don’t worry, honey. You’ve got breakfast to finish, right?”

Glen let out a laugh, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Guess I know my place,” he quipped, turning back toward the kitchen.

Gabby shot him a wide-eyed look over her shoulder as Cyndy led her toward the couch. He smiled at her reassuringly and mouthed, You’re doing great.

Settling onto the couch, Cyndy turned to Gabby, her expression warm and eager. “So, tell me everything. Glen’s told me bits and pieces, but I want to hear it from you.”

In the kitchen, Glen resumed mixing the waffle batter, the sound of quiet conversation drifting over from the living room. Every few minutes, he stole a glance toward them. Gabby was sitting upright, her body language a little stiff at first, but as the moments passed, he saw her start to relax.

Cyndy was animated, gesturing as she spoke, and Gabby’s soft laugh floated back to him. Glen couldn’t help but smile. It was clear his mom’s charm was working, and Gabby seemed to be holding her own.

When the waffle iron hissed and clicked, signaling it was ready, Glen poured the batter in, his eyes flicking back to the living room. Gabby was now leaning slightly forward, her hand resting on her knee as she spoke. Cyndy nodded intently, her smile wide and encouraging.

“Looking good so far,” Glen muttered to himself, flipping a strip of bacon on the stove.

A few minutes later, he caught another glimpse. Gabby had settled back against the couch, her hands moving animatedly as she spoke, while Cyndy laughed and clapped her hands together. The sight sent a wave of relief and pride washing over him.

Glen glanced back toward the living room as he poured batter into the waffle iron, the hum of conversation floating over. He caught the tail end of his mom’s warm tone, clearly already diving into her questions.

“So, Gabby,” Cyndy began, sitting comfortably on the couch with her legs crossed and her hands resting on her knee. “Where are you from?”

Gabby smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I’m from Iowa—a small town near Des Moines called Boone.”

Cyndy’s face lit up with curiosity. “Boone, huh? Small towns have a charm to them, don’t they?”

“They do,” Gabby agreed. “It’s the kind of place where everyone knows everyone, and you can’t run to the grocery store without bumping into three people you went to high school with.”

Cyndy chuckled. “Sounds cozy—and a little suffocating. What brought you all the way out to Los Angeles?”

Gabby hesitated, glancing toward the kitchen briefly before answering. “Well, I was a nurse for a while, but… I realized it wasn’t really my passion. I’d always dreamed of working in film, so I decided to take a leap of faith. I moved to Los Angeles and started taking classes. I’m using some of my savings to make it work while I figure out my next steps.”

Cyndy’s eyes softened, and she nodded approvingly. “That’s brave. Chasing your dreams isn’t easy, but it’s so worth it. Good for you, Gabby.”

Gabby smiled, feeling a little more at ease. “Thank you. It’s been an adjustment, but I’m happy with the choice I made.”

Cyndy leaned back slightly, her expression curious again. “And how exactly did you meet my son?”

Gabby couldn’t help but laugh, and Cyndy’s brows lifted with intrigue. “Oh, there’s a story there, isn’t there?”

Gabby nodded, still smiling. “Yeah, there is. I was at a Fourth of July party that my friend Kayla was hosting. She’s married to Tanner, who I guess is a good friend of Glen’s.”

Cyndy nodded knowingly. “Oh yes. Tanner and Glen have been thick as thieves for years. Tanner’s been over to our place a few times.”

“Well,” Gabby continued, “I was standing in the backyard when Glen and I sort of… collided. He had a drink in his hand, and, well, let’s just say I ended up wearing most of it.”

Cyndy burst out laughing, her eyes twinkling as she looked toward the kitchen. “Glen! You spilled your drink on her?”

Glen turned around from the stove, hands on his hips, feigning innocence. “It was an accident! She stepped into me!”

Gabby shook her head, laughing as she turned back to Cyndy. “That’s not how I remember it, but okay.”

Cyndy held up a hand, grinning. “No need to defend yourself, honey. You clearly managed to recover from the situation.”

“I like to think so,” Glen called back with a smirk.

Cyndy returned her attention to Gabby, her smile softening. “You know, I have to say, he seems different lately. Happier. More… at ease.”

Gabby blinked, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks. “Oh, I—”

“It’s a good thing,” Cyndy said quickly, her tone gentle and warm. “I think you’re good for him.”

Gabby’s lips curved into a shy smile, and she glanced down at her hands. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

From the kitchen, Glen glanced over again, catching the soft expression on Gabby’s face and the way his mom looked at her with approval. His chest tightened with something he couldn’t quite name—but it felt a lot like gratitude.

Glen emerged from the kitchen, balancing two plates topped with golden waffles, crispy bacon, and vibrant slices of fruit. The scent filled the room as he stepped into the living room, his expression warm as his eyes found Gabby.

“Breakfast is served,” he said, placing one plate in front of his mom and then setting the other carefully in front of Gabby. “Hope it’s to your liking.”

“It looks perfect, Glen,” Cyndy said, picking up her fork with a smile.

Gabby glanced up at him, her lips curving softly. “It looks amazing, thanks.”

“Only the best for you,” he murmured, his voice low enough that Cyndy almost didn’t catch it—but she did.

Before either woman could say more, he straightened. “Be right back—I made you some tea,” he said to Gabby, already heading toward the kitchen.

Gabby followed his movements with her eyes, an unconscious smile playing on her lips. When she turned back, she found Cyndy watching her, a knowing twinkle in her eye. Gabby’s cheeks warmed, and she quickly picked up her fork to busy herself with cutting into the waffles.

A moment later, Glen reappeared, a steaming mug in his hand. He handed it directly to Gabby, his fingers brushing hers as she took it. “Chai with a little vanilla, just how you like it.”

Her smile widened at the small gesture, and she brought the mug to her lips. “You’re the best,” she said softly.

Cyndy raised an eyebrow, quietly observing the easy affection between them—the way Glen’s hand lingered on the back of Gabby’s chair for a second too long, and how Gabby seemed to glow under his attention.

“And for you, Mom?” Glen asked, turning to her. “Coffee, tea, orange juice?”

“Coffee, please,” she said, her smile tinged with amusement.

“Got it,” he replied, disappearing into the kitchen again.

Gabby stole a glance at Cyndy, who now seemed to be studying her with a curious but approving gaze. “He’s very thoughtful, isn’t he?”

Gabby blinked, a small laugh escaping her. “He is. He’s...sweet.”

Cyndy’s smile deepened, as though she’d just confirmed something. When Glen returned, coffee in hand, he set it down in front of his mom. “Here you go. Cream and sugar on the side if you need it.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Cyndy said, taking a sip.

Finally, Glen settled onto the couch next to Gabby. His thigh brushed against hers, and his hand naturally found the small of her back, resting there for a moment as if to reassure her. Gabby glanced at him, and he gave her a quick smile, leaning just slightly closer.

“So,” he said, his gaze flicking between Gabby and Cyndy, “are you two getting along okay?”

Cyndy rolled her eyes with a playful laugh. “She’s a delight. You’re lucky I haven’t stolen her away yet.”

Gabby laughed softly, shaking her head as her eyes darted to Glen. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Glen grinned, his gaze lingering on her for a beat too long. “Good.”

The subtle intimacy between Glen and Gabby didn’t escape Cyndy. She watched the stolen glances, the way Glen’s fingers absently brushed Gabby’s back before he finally moved to his plate. It wasn’t just affection—it was comfort, as if they’d been in sync far longer than the few months they’d been together.

“Well, it’s a good thing you brought her around, Glen,” Cyndy said lightly, cutting into her waffle. “She’s lovely.”

Gabby blushed at the compliment, and Glen’s hand briefly squeezed Gabby's knee. 

“Told you she was great,” he said casually, sending a quick wink in Gabby’s direction before focusing on his own plate.

Cyndy just shook her head with a small, satisfied smile. The clinking of utensils and soft conversation filled the room, and every so often, Glen’s gaze would drift to Gabby, his expression softening, as if he couldn’t quite believe she was there. And every time, Cyndy noticed, Gabby would look back at him, her lips curving in a small, secret smile meant just for him.

As the last few bites of breakfast were eaten and the plates sat empty on the coffee table, Cyndy stood, brushing invisible crumbs from her hands. “Well, I think I’ll head to my house and let you two finish up here. I’ll see you there in a little while?”

Glen stood with her, nodding. “Yeah, we’ll clean up the kitchen and head over soon.”

Cyndy turned her attention to Gabby, her warm smile making Gabby feel like they’d known each other far longer than just one morning. “It was so lovely to meet you, Gabby. I hope we’ll get to spend more time together soon.”

Gabby rose to her feet, matching the smile. “It was really nice meeting you, too. Thank you for breakfast.”

Cyndy waved her off with a laugh. “Please, I barely did anything. You can thank Glen for most of it.” She gave her son a quick hug, then surprised Gabby by pulling her into a brief but firm embrace as well. “See you both soon,” she said before heading out the door.

Glen grabbed a dish towel and began wiping down the counter. He glanced over his shoulder at Gabby, who was still standing near the couch, her hands loosely clasped in front of her. She looked thoughtful, almost far away.

“So,” Glen began casually, focusing on scrubbing a spot on the counter. “What did you think of my mom?” His tone was light, almost teasing, as if he already knew the answer.

There was a pause, and when Gabby didn’t respond right away, Glen glanced up. She hadn’t moved, her gaze still fixed on the empty space where Cyndy had been moments ago. Her face was unreadable, her lips pressed into a faint line.

“Gabby?” he asked, his brow furrowing. Setting the towel down on the counter, he wiped his hands on his jeans and walked over to her. “Hey,” he said softly as he stopped in front of her.

She blinked, her eyes focusing on him as if she was just now realizing he was there.

“You okay?” Glen asked, his voice filled with quiet concern.

Gabby hesitated, her hands tightening slightly in front of her before she finally met his gaze. “She reminds me of my mom,” she said softly, her voice wavering just enough to betray the emotions she was holding back.

Glen’s expression shifted immediately, his eyes softening with understanding. “Oh,” he said quietly, stepping closer. “I didn’t realize...”

Gabby let out a shaky breath, her gaze dropping to her hands. “It’s not a bad thing,” she said quickly, as if to reassure him. “It’s just... it caught me off guard. Your mom is so warm and kind, and it just... it reminded me of how my mom used to be. She was so much like that—always making everyone feel welcome, always knowing exactly what to say to make you feel better.”

Glen felt his chest tighten at the sight of her struggling to keep her composure. Without a word, he reached out and gently pulled her into his arms.

Gabby hesitated for a moment before she let herself sink into him, her face pressing against his chest. Glen wrapped his arms around her securely, one hand resting on the back of her head as he held her close.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing.

For a moment, Gabby stayed quiet, but then he felt her shoulders tremble slightly against him. A quiet sniffle broke the silence, followed by another, and Glen realized she was crying. He didn’t say anything, didn’t point it out. Instead, he simply held her tighter, his hand moving gently up and down her back in slow, calming strokes.

Gabby’s grip on his shirt tightened, her tears soaking into the fabric as she let herself cry. “I miss her so much,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

“I know,” Glen said softly. “I know you do.”

Gabby took a shaky breath, her voice trembling as she continued. “It’s been years, but some days it still feels so raw, like I just lost her yesterday. And your mom... being around her... it was nice. It felt like I had a little piece of that back, just for a moment. But it also made me miss her even more.”

Glen closed his eyes, his chest aching at the pain in her voice. “It’s okay to feel that way,” he said gently. “You don’t have to apologize for missing her, or for letting yourself feel good around my mom. I think she’d want you to have that, you know?”

Gabby nodded against his chest, her tears slowing but still falling. “She would,” she said softly. “She’d be so happy to see me with someone like you. She always told me I deserved someone who made me feel safe and loved.”

Glen’s heart clenched at her words, and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “She sounds like an incredible woman,” he said quietly.

“She was,” Gabby whispered. “She really was.”

They stayed like that for a while, the quiet of the house wrapping around them as Gabby let herself feel the mix of emotions she’d been holding back. Glen didn’t rush her, didn’t push for her to stop. He just held her, his presence solid and unwavering.

Finally, Gabby pulled back slightly, wiping at her tear-streaked cheeks with the back of her hand. “Sorry,” she said with a watery laugh. “I didn’t mean to fall apart on you like that.”

Glen gave her a soft smile, brushing a stray tear from her cheek with his thumb. “You don’t have to apologize. You’re allowed to feel whatever you need to feel, okay?”

Gabby nodded, her lips curving into a small, grateful smile. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“Always,” Glen replied, his hand lingering on her cheek for a moment before he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Gabby took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I think I’m okay now,” she said, her voice steadier.

Glen gave her an encouraging smile. “Take your time. There’s no rush.”

She laughed softly, her shoulders relaxing as she reached up to touch his hand still resting against her cheek. “You’re kind of perfect, you know that?”

Glen chuckled, shaking his head. “Far from it. But I’m glad I can be here for you.”

Gabby smiled again, the warmth in her eyes returning. “You’re more than here for me. You’re exactly what I need.”

Glen felt his chest swell with emotion, and he pulled her back into a hug, holding her close for just a little longer.

Glen pulled back slightly, his hands still resting gently on Gabby’s arms as he searched her face. Her eyes were still glassy, but she gave him a small, reassuring smile, a silent signal that she was okay. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, his touch lingering.

“You ready to go meet the rest of the family?” he asked softly, his tone warm and encouraging.

Gabby hesitated for only a moment before nodding. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

Glen’s lips curved into a smile, one that seemed to instantly melt the remaining tension in the room. “Good,” he said, his voice filled with quiet confidence. “They’re going to love you.”

Gabby let out a small, nervous laugh. “Let’s hope so.”

“They will,” Glen said firmly, his thumb brushing over her arm in a comforting gesture. “And if anyone gives you a hard time, I’ve got your back.”

That brought a genuine smile to her lips, and she reached up to touch his hand. “Thank you.”

Glen nodded, his smile growing. “Alright,” he said, stepping back and glancing at the kitchen. “Give me ten minutes to finish cleaning up, and then we’ll head out.”

Gabby chuckled softly, watching him grab the towel he’d abandoned earlier. “Need any help?”

“Nah,” he said over his shoulder with a grin. “I’ve got it. You just sit tight.”

She laughed quietly, leaning against the counter as Glen went back to wiping down surfaces and tidying up the kitchen. His movements were efficient, but every now and then, he’d glance her way, as if checking to make sure she was still okay.

Ten minutes later, the kitchen was spotless, and Glen tossed the dish towel over his shoulder with a triumphant look. “See? Easy.”

Gabby shook her head, amused by his enthusiasm. “Impressive.”

He smirked, grabbing his keys from the hook by the door. “I aim to please.”

Walking over to her, Glen reached for her hand, lacing his fingers through hers. “Ready?”

She nodded, feeling the steady warmth of his hand grounding her. “Ready.”

Together, they stepped outside, the sun casting a soft glow over the driveway. Glen led her to his truck, opening the passenger door for her with a flourish. “Your chariot awaits,” he said with a playful grin.

Gabby rolled her eyes, laughing as she climbed in. “Such a gentleman.”

“Always,” he teased, shutting the door behind her before jogging around to the driver’s side.

As they pulled out of the driveway, Gabby glanced over at Glen, her nerves slowly giving way to a growing sense of ease. Whatever awaited her at his family’s house, she knew she wouldn’t face it alone. Glen’s steady presence beside her was all the reassurance she needed.

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Turning Passions

Chapter 1 - Introductions

*note there is writing sections in this chapter ^.^*

put your records on - Corinne Bailey Rae

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Megumi pov (3rd person)

Megumi stares back at the text sent by his friends, he turns off his phone and slides it back into his pants pocket- returning to the piles of homework he has spread out through the small desk he is at. He looks around him seeing nobody near, he lets out a small sigh as he continues working- he sips on the small coffee brought by him. It’s been about two hours since Megumi has been at the library, with it only being the second week of school, Megumi swears he feels the pressure settling in already with professors already assigning multiple projects and dates to get it done soon. He works slowly not feeling any more energy to decode another thing instructed by his computer science professor. He gently lays his head on the table with his headphone blasting music- before he pulls out his phone to check the time to see another twenty minutes has past by. He remembers he was supposed to be back at the dorms 15 minutes ago asked by his friend- but truly he doesn’t really care. He starts to get overwhelmed by the demanding pressure of school and now fans awaiting to see him. As the anxieties start to finally start setting in he gives up and in the same movement Megumi starts to pack up. He shuts his laptop down and exits the library to make it back to his dorm where he would be forced to partake in another video.

y/n pov (3rd person)

Y/n is in a rush, no she’s in a hurry. She’s running not aware of her environment as her two friends are trailing behind her trying to catch up to her speed. Maki is practically yelling out for her telling her to slow down as y/n is toning her out. Right now the only things that are in her mind is the fact that the dance store closes in ten minutes and how she needs to get new shoes. Y/n finally arrives as the owner is practically locking up, “wait” she yells, finally making it to the door in time. The owner laughed at her actions before welcoming her in and reminding her that she has ten minutes before she’s locking up the store. “I only need 5” y/n replies back before running to the exact same spot she spends most of her time at. Luckily for her she spots the shoe in her size, she only buys one specific brand because she swears the rest don’t make her dance the same. as she speeds to go checkout she gives a wink to her friends almost taunting them for making them rush over. “you don’t need to try these on?” says the owner, “nope” y/n replies back as she’s pays for them. “alright you guys have a good one” the owner grins as she’s walking the group out. When getting outside Maki uses this as an opportunity to yell at y/n. “You didn’t have to be so extra we were going to make it on time” she scolds. y/n doesn’t care she’s lost in her own world hugging the box to her chest already visioning how she’s going to break these new pairs in. At this point Maki deems it’s useless to continue to scold her friend as she turns to the criminal of the broken shoes in flesh, Toge. She turns to see that he’s been on his phone ignoring the madness that’s been happening all this time. “hey who you texting a girl” Maki teases, Toge quickly whips his head up scoffs at her and replies “no I made a new friend”. Maki gives a confused face and walks away telling the group they need to go back to the dorms.

Megumis pov (3rd person)

As megumi finally walks in he’s greeted in by his two nosey dorm mates, Yuji practically jumps onto him asking why he was late and how he could he leave him with a monster like Nobara. Megumi pushes him aside as he starts to unwind from the classes and studying he had to do. He puts down his backpack and unpacks his things from the library. “You look like shit” Nobara laughed. Megumi groans and lays face down on his bed, he mumbles “don’t you guys have to make a video isn’t that the only reason we’re all here”. Yuji’s head pops up and says proudly “guys i’m here to say that i have ANOTHER grand idea” Nobara quickly throws a pillow at him reminding him of his “grand plan” last time. Yuji cowards away like a dog and yells “WELL I HAVE A BETTER ONE NOW SO”. As their bickering goes on for a bit as Megumi finds himself getting tired and irritated as the last thing he wants to do is film, he tries to stay calm until a pillow is thrown in his face- getting caught in the backfire of his two stupid roommates fight. That’s when he shoots his body up and shouts at them to shut up and to tell the stupid plan and get it over with. Both nobara and yuji shot up in shock and coward near each other in defense to megumi’s harsh tone. They start to gossip about how Megumis moodier than usual, until Yuji finally finds the confidence to stand up and say “I made a friend and we’re streaming with him.”

Authors notes: WE’RE HERE CHAPTER ONE!! HEY GUYSS thank you so so much for the outstanding support on turning passions!! im so ready to get this story going and I hope you enjoyed the first chapter and like usual see you next chapter!! <333

Fun facts:

• Toge broke y/n’s pointe shoes by trying them on during a live of his and them breaking in half (no one tell y/n that they were dead already and needed to be replaced though)

• yuji originally was in college studying business and media but dropped out due to the workload and wanted to be a full time streamer with his channel on peek

• the dance store owner recognizes y/n because of how often she’s in there getting new pointe shoes

[nakimov]

To Live or Die

Chapter 5 - the truth and acceptance

I’m back to my next level of Okita stage coping since the leaks. If you’re new here, read the previous parts! Click on synopsis and see all the chapters linked.

Synopsis

TW: hurt/comfort

WC: 965

Kondo-san and your uncle were in another room talking. You assumed they were practically catching up over the years. Souji was quiet like you were. Were you both waiting for the other to break the silence? You sighed while deciding that Souji won this game with the awkward tension. “It’s been a while…” you mumbled while keeping your head down.

You couldn’t even make eye contact with him. He was just as shy and nervous as you were. “How have you been?” he asked. It was better to change the subject for the better. His question made you think after the war you didn’t honestly expect to see him again. His words struck you before how he wanted to help his friends in battle fighting for their lives and beliefs. Souji said if he were to die then it would be in a spectacular battle. What changed?

“I’m… doing okay. What about you?” You had no idea whether you were telling the truth. Were you okay? Probably not. Your heart started fluttering again. You casually brought one of your fingers up to your cheekbone while awkwardly smiling. You tilted your head a bit to get a good look at him.

“I told you already with the letter I sent.” He muttered as if he was more disappointed with your response. You looked down and thought for a moment what he said. Was he hinting how he missed you?

“Sorry, I’m not great with words.” You muttered and it was silent for a good minute between you two. You didn’t really give him much about your new life in your letter. You wanted to ask him things as he did but neither of you knew how to talk to one another properly like before. Were things completely ruined between you two?

“Are you still mad at me?” he gripped the top of his knees unsure if what he did would ever be forgivable to you.

“To you? No. I am with myself. You shouldn’t apologize when I can’t even properly give you one.” Your words affected him when he knew you all too well. You still somewhat resented him for leaving and choosing to fight in a war that wasn’t winnable. What did you mean by that? He has already long forgiven the things you said.

You were closing yourself off from people getting close to you again. “No. I can’t ever make up for the past. I don’t regret choosing my beliefs and keeping my promises to the others, and Kondo-san. I still always cared about you, it was just the wrong place at the wrong time for both of us.” Okita realized what he was saying would hurt you, but he couldn’t lie either.

You kept silent and pursued your lips from getting emotional. “But— but we’re here now right?” Okita saw how saddened you were. You tried to crack a smile at his enthusiasm.

“Ya… I suppose,” you quietly said. Kondo-san and your uncle returned laughing with one another. You and Souji looked at them wondering what they talked about.

“What is going on?” you had asked and your uncle looked at Kondo.

“I think you should go back with them,” your uncle broke the tension in the room. You stared at him with confusion.

“Huh?” You were wondering why. You looked at Okita who didn’t make eye contact with you.

“I don’t… understand?” This was difficult for Arashi to explain to you how the area is consumed with illegal gangs and former members of Tosa have migrated down to Yokohama to operate their crimes in the dark.

“You’re just not safe here, if you can at least give them a chance… you’ll find that closure but it won’t be here. I know things have been hard for you.” He stopped and saw you looking down at your hands. Kondo stood back in silence while he was relatively glad you weren’t resisting the temptation to stay in Yokohama.

“What about you?” you asked. Your uncle sucked in a breath before looking at Kondo.

“After you got attacked earlier, that man knows your face and the gang he associates with… it’s too dangerous for you to stay here.” He avoided your question and it was difficult for you to decide.

You wanted some time to decide whether you would risk your life staying in Yokohama or go back with Kondo and Souji. “You didn’t answer my question.” You chewed the inside of your cheek.

“I’ll— I’ll be fine, I promise. Your life is more in jeopardy than mine. I run the docks down here, they won’t come for me.” Arashi ruffled your hair a bit making you pout. You had no idea if he was telling you the truth or just making the situation sound less bad than what it already was.

“If anything we’ll come back if Arashi-san is in trouble, right Kondo-san?” Souji spoke up. You crossed your arms but thought of it as him trying to get you to leave but maybe he was right and that your life is in danger now. Who would be better to keep you safe? The obvious answer would be Kondo and Souji.

“Fine, when do we leave?” You looked at Kondo and back to Souji.

“Soon, I have to get back to the department in a day or so since I’m here without proper clearance.” You briefly looked at your uncle and excused yourself to grab a few of your things.

How did things have to turn out this way? Now you’re returning to live with them again like old times? It feels incredibly odd and not real. The war took that from you, right? You were hurt still but maybe over time you’ll heal again and move on. Only time can do that.

Proceed to the next part

➤ Chapter 6

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Bait & Switch, pt. 8

<< Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 >>

Based on "I wasn't in that tunnel."

Call of Duty, soapghost // CW: Hurt/Comfort, MWIII spoilers

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Tensions are high as Price backs out of the garage. Ghost keeps his body loose and his eyes moving as the outside world comes into view. The windows are tinted and the vehicle bullet-proof, but that won't stop heavy artillery.

They'll need to be vigilant.

Price drives carefully, weaving between buildings in the small Eastern European city that Ghost doesn't even know the name of. Hell, he's not even sure what bloody country they're in anymore. Ghost keeps his eyes on the buildings silhouetted by the dawn light, sweeping for broken-out windows or long barrels sticking over the edges of rooftops. 

Soon enough, though, they leave the town behind, replacing sidewalks and buildings with open fields and clumps of occasional forests. Ghost lets the tension seep away slowly. He stays vigilant, but as they continue on with no sign of pursuit, he lets his mind wander back to the way Johnny had looked when he shoved his gun into Ghost's hand — too wild-eyed, too frightened, and just... wrong. Wrong in the same ways these past three years have been wrong.

It will take time for Johnny to recover, but the reality is that the brash, cocky side of his sergeant is likely gone forever. Not that it makes much of a difference to Ghost. Johnny is alive and back in his arms. He doesn't really give a fuck about anything else.

They drive for several hours before stopping to fill up at a small station. He, Soap, and Gaz duck down in the back to make sure they aren't seen through the open doors. Laswell pays well in the local currency, which the station attendant seems to appreciate, and they move on down the road. They're only on the road for a few minutes, though, before Laswell lets out a vicious curse and murmurs something to Price. As they make a hard turn down a dusty road, Ghost sees the reason for Laswell's displeasure through the side window.

A border checkpoint in the distance.

"That's not supposed to be there, I take it," Gaz says in a tense tone.

"Nope," Laswell replies. "We'll find another way through."

They pass three more checkpoints before Laswell calls a halt. She pulls up her laptop and begins scanning a satellite map. After a few minutes of tense silence, she disconnects and directs them to a dirt track a few miles down the road.

"We're off-roading it, boys. Better buckle up if you aren't already."

Trees rise up around them, branches scraping along the sides of the car as they bounce over the eroded trail. With another turn, they begin a slow descent. Price dodges a young tree growing in the middle of the track, losing his side mirror in the process. Ghost holds on to Soap as the car bounces around, throwing them into each other despite the tight hold of their locked seatbelts. His stitches protest the violent movement, but there's nothing to be done about it.

The border is protected by nothing but a fence with a gate cut in it, which they assume the locals sometimes use to avoid the check points as well. They pass through and get tossed around a bit more as they drive over more barely-there dirt tracks. Finally, the brush falls back to the sides, and at the intersection of another trail, it evens out into a more well-used dirt road.

"We're through," Laswell murmurs. "Just keep driving west for now."

The roads gradually widen and become more well-maintained, though they stay on the back roads for another few hours. The next gas station sits at a barren crossroads and doesn't have an attendant, though the rustic pumps hum to life when Price picks up the nozzle and lifts the lever. A sign written in Polish in the nearby shack says to leave the money inside, so they fill up, leave the correct change, and continue on their way, this time with Gaz behind the wheel again. By the time they merge back onto a proper highway, the sun is setting.

Still, Laswell keeps them moving. Johnny falls asleep on his shoulder.

The sun sets fully, but it isn't until Ghost notices the signs have switched to German that he begins to relax. Signs count down the kilometers to Berlin until they finally pull into another garage in a small neighborhood on the outskirts of the city.

"I've got a contact here," Laswell tells them as they file into the surprisingly roomy safehouse. "He's trustworthy, and he can get us to Mexico. It'll be a while, though, so we're going to hole up again."

Ghost just nods. Mexico means Alejandro and Rudy, people they can trust and who have the resources to protect and counter attack. He fucking hates Mexico for so many reasons, but if that's where Johnny will be safe, he'll take it. It'll be nice to see the Vaqueros again, too. They've been on a few missions together since Johnny was... taken, but nothing long term.

As they gather in the kitchen off the garage, Soap sways on his feet. He's been napping on and off all day, but his eyes are bloodshot, and he looks one strong wind away from falling over. Ghost wraps an arm around his waist, and Soap leans into him.

"One room downstairs, three rooms up," Laswell says as she quirks an eye at Ghost.

As much as he wants to take the downstairs room for Johnny's sake, tactically, it makes more sense for one of the uninjured, such as Price or Gaz, to be their first line of defense. When he says as much, Price nods.

"I'll take the downstairs. I assume you two are good to share?"

"Yes," Johnny says a little too quickly.

Ghost hides his smile behind his mask as usual. He nods to the others and leads Johnny upstairs. He finds the room with the biggest bed, curls around Soap's shivering body under the heavy blankets, and lets himself drift away.

---

The next few days are much like their days in the first safe house, though this time they have more space. Ghost exercises as much as his wound allows while keeping an eye on Johnny, helping him through the withdrawal. The hallucinations scare him, but Johnny hasn't once lashed out or otherwise seen Ghost as anyone but Ghost. He takes it as a good sign.

It's becoming more difficult to keep his hands to himself, though. Every night, as they press together, Johnny's head on his chest or Ghost's buried in the crook of his neck, he thinks of kissing Johnny, of sliding a hand lower, of hearing those soft moans of pleasure he's been missing for years. Despite the mistreatment, Johnny's body is still beautiful, and Ghost wants. 

And yet Johnny deserves time to heal before Ghost pushes his own feelings on him. What kind of a partner would he be if he pushed for something while Johnny was still in the throws of withdrawal?

So he aims for comforting when they share a bed — and wanks in the shower every chance he gets.

Four days after their arrival, Laswell's contact picks them up and drives them to a small airport two hours south of Berlin. They are ushered into a small plane and presented with new clothes, including hats, glasses, and fake passports. They change clothes in the plane on the way Paris, where another jet is waiting to take them to Mexico.

It's not until Ghost sees Alejandro's severe expression as he approaches them at the airport that Ghost thinks to be cautious. Ale steps up to Soap and scans his face as if searching for something.

"Alejandro," Soap says by way of greeting as he holds out his hand. "Good to see you again, mi hermano."

"Dios mio," Ale whispers, eyes wide.

Ghost is about to step between them when Ale suddenly slaps Soap's hand aside and grabs him up into a fierce hug. There's a lot of pounding of backs and coughing to cover the crying, but Ghost lets his muscles untense as Ale murmurs how good it is to see Soap alive and well. Over Soap's shoulder, he gives Ghost a nod.

Ghost nods back.

"Come, my friends!" Ale says as he pulls back from Soap, though he keeps an arm around his shoulders. "Let's get back to base and figure out our next steps, eh?"

---

The base is even more highly secured than the last time they were there. It takes two major checkpoints and dozens of guarded doors before Ale leads them into a building in the middle of the base. Rudy is waiting for them inside the conference room, and he goes through much the same process as Alejandro, taking a moment to really look at Soap... and then grabbing him up in a tight hug.

"It's a miracle," Ale murmurs. "Do you know how it was done?"

"Some kinda serum," Ghost says. "Laswell knows more, I think."

Sure enough, as they quiet down and Laswell begins speaking, it's clear she's been busy the last couple of weeks. She's narrowed the traitors down to three of the seven generals on the multinational council that replaced Shepherd.

"I can't be sure, but intel points to all three of them being involved to some degree." She clicks forward a slide and three pictures come on screen. "Generals Havisham, Dinly, and Patel have had dealings with the supposed 'supersoldier' serum, though it's possible Dinly isn't aware of who they're truly working with to develop the serum. I've received confirmation that all seven generals will be detained on our mark, just in case."

"So... what's the plan, then?" Alejandro asks. "Are we moving against Makarov directly?"

Laswell looks at Ghost.

No. She looks at Soap, who is standing directly in front of Ghost, back pressed to his front.

A chill runs down Ghost's spine.

Laswell's gaze does flick to Ghost's for a brief moment before she looks at Ale. "We'll be setting a trap. Soap is the bait."

"No."

The word is out of Ghost's mouth before he can stop it, an arm circling around Johnny's shoulders to crush him against his chest.

"We're just spreading the rumor that he's there," Laswell says. "When Makarov shows up to collect his wayward experiment, we'll be there instead."

Ghost relaxes a bit, though a sick, curdling feeling in his gut tells him to keep his guard up. The meeting continues, planning the location, the angles, the coverage. Ghost listens with half an ear, but his focus is on Johnny.

On the soft breaths that waft over his arm where it rests on his collarbone.

On the desperate grip curling around the meat of his forearm.

On that strange, sick feeling that only grows more pronounced with every word from Laswell's mouth. 

He trusts her. He does. But he also trusts that she'll do what's necessary for the greater good. And that Johnny will go along with it if he thinks it's the right thing to do.

So he listens. He watches. And he makes a few plans of his own.

---

<< Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 >>

[dirtywrestling]

Special Memories - Rhea Ripley (18+)

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Female!Reader

Summary: Rhea has a special day planned out for your 5 year anniversary.

Warnings: 18+, Cussing, Smut, Pegging, Strap-On, Mommy!Kink, Public Sex, Fingering, Oral, Minors DNI

Word Count: 4,719

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Note: This is not proof read, I had no time!

Airports. Not your favorite place in the world. People were rushing with their suitcases in hand, cargo trailers swerving in and out of every other direction to pass people. Not to mention the large families pushing past others so they could rush through security and onto their flight. 

Airports were not fun, but you were only here to pick up one person and that was the love of your life, Rhea Ripley. Rhea has been traveling the world for nearly nine months now for the company she wrestles for and she finally had time off to spend with you. 

“Where are you, Rhea?” You grumbled to yourself as you looked down at your phone once more, checking the screen there were no new text notifications from your lover. Rhea just messaged you saying how she just landed and was about to see you soon. 

“Hey dude, watch it!” You snapped at someone who ran into your shoulder from behind, running. “What the fuck.” You mumbled, seeing now that there were more people rushing inside the airport. 

“I heard she just landed!” Someone yelled. 

“Oh my god, I hope we can catch her.” Another person spoke up as their feet trampled the marble floor where you stood.

You went up on your tippy toes, trying to see who everyone was excited to see. Looking around you could only see the back of people's heads and somewhere holding up their phones trying to take pictures of whoever it was. It wasn’t until when someone yelled out her name that made you freeze.

“I fucking LOVE Rhea Ripley! I have to get a picture!” A male voice boomed. “Rhea!” Everyone started to chant. 

“Oh god.” Your heart rate started to escalate as everyone was now pushing and shoving trying to find Rhea, you knew you needed to find her first and get the fuck out of here but since she was the most popular woman in the WWE she was most likely deep in autographs and pictures with fans already.

You looked around trying to find her but it was getting hard to stay in one place with everyone pushing and shoving. How the hell was this possible? How did they know she was here? Grabbing your phone you quickly went on twitter and looked up ‘Rhea Ripley’ 

There were multiple images of her, Rhea was either sleeping on the flight, eating or just reading a book with headphones in. Fans took pictures of her and posted them on twitter right when they landed announcing her flight and location. You really disliked the fans that were out there exposing her privacy like this.

You frowned to see one photo that was just published two minutes ago. It was of Rhea smiling at the camera with a fan next to her and the caption read. ‘Just met Mommy Ripley, my life is complete!’ 

You knew that you were going to be waiting at the airport for hours of Rhea trying to get through the crowd to leave along with photos and autographs. You noticed security running by trying to get people to leave that weren’t supposed to be here so that the regular traffic could flow and not be blocked by crazy fans.

You collided shoulders with another person, this time they had a black sweatshirt on and their hood over their head, hiding their face. “Hey!” You barked, nearly stumbling backwards until they gripped your arm from making you fall. 

“Keep walking.” The girl said, her head being low as she dragged you away from the fans. The woman was hunched over, not showing off her true height as she dragged you away. 

“R- Rhea?” You whispered.

“Shh!” She snapped, not wanting the fans to hear. 

You had a large smile on your face as you let Rhea guide you out of the airport and towards the parking garage. Once no one was around, Rhea straightened up, becoming her full height and pulled back her hood, smiling down at you.

You grinned stupidly up at her, blushing as if this was the first time you two ever met. “Hi.” You greeted.

“Hi yourself.” Rhea’s lips twitched up into a smirk. Her dark hair was slicked back with a baseball cap covering it, her lips were dressed in black lipstick. “You just gonna stare at me starstruck or do you wanna hug me?” 

You blushed harder, running to her you wrapped your arms around her form as she draped her around you. “I miss you.” You mumbled into her chest, your face pressed against her breasts, inhaling her scent. 

“I missed you too, love.” Rhea mumbled against the top of your head, squeezing you tighter. 

You pulled away from her, hands still resting on her waist. “I got the hotel, it’s just a few blocks away.” You tried to pull away from her to walk towards the car but Rhea gripped your wrists, making you stop. Looking up at her confused you cocked your head to the side. “Baby?” 

“You think we’re just gonna leave before you give me a kiss?” She laughed. “Come here.” Her arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to her. Her lips crashed against yours. Moaning against her lips, your arms slipped around her neck.

You pulled away from the kiss first, licking your lips as you stared up at her. “W- We need to get to the hotel now.” You whispered. 

“Fuck the hotel.” Rhea breathed out, pushing you up the nearest pillar, pinning you against the cement. 

Your eyes widened, looking around to only see cars parked in their spots you broke out in a cold sweat. “R- Rhea, someone could see us.” 

“I don’t care, let them see us.” Rhea’s lips attacked your neck, suckling and biting down on your flesh you let out a yelp. 

This could ruin Rhea’s career, her reputation she built over the past years you two have been together. “Oh f- fuck, Rhea.” You choked out a moan as Rhea’s talented fingers slipped in your pants and toyed at your cunt. You tossed your head back against the cream color wall.

“There she is.” Rhea whispered. “You feel so tight around my fingers.” Rhea hummed, she left pepper kisses up and down your neck causing you to break out in goosebumps. “You’ve been a good girl, I can tell.” Rhea darted her tongue out, licking your neck upwards, moaning. “Your sweet pussy is fluttering around my fingers, you haven’t come in such a long time.” 

“I- I’ve been such a good girl mommy.” You whined. “I haven’t come since the last time we had sex over facetime.” 

“And how long ago was that sweet girl?” Rhea’s two digits pumped in and out of your cunt, your juices coated Rhea’s fingers making it easier for her to pump in and out of your pussy and diving them deeper against your sweet spot. 

“Fuck!” You sobbed out. “Three- Three months, mommy. It’s been three months since I’ve creamed on my toy.”

Rhea hummed, her fingers spreading, the palm of her hand grazing against your clit as she scissored your wet channel. “You’ve been such a good little girl.” Rhea watched how your breasts rose and fell with each deep breath you took. 

Tears threaten to spill as the coil in your lower stomach tightens and your cunt squeezed Rhea’s fingers so tightly. “R- Rhea- Come- I want to come.” You begged, grinding your hips against her touch, your eyes were focused on her, nearly forgetting that you were getting fingered in a public area. 

“You wanna come?” Rhea’s tongue dragged along her lips as she chuckled. 

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you nodded. “S- So badly, please mommy.” Rhea’s ring finger squeezed past your walls, making it three digits stretching your walls, making you feel full. “Oh god, please!” You sobbed.

“Come sweet girl, come all over my hand.” Rhea demanded.

Stars appeared behind your eyes as your orgasm washed you over, arching your back off the pillar you cried Rhea’s name loudly as she quickly covered your mouth with her free hand, her fingers still thrusting inside of you.

“Did you hear that?” Someone in the distance commented on your loud moans.

“Probably just a bird or something, come on mom said she landed.” Footsteps continued to echo in the lot making their way to the exit. 

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you exhaled a shaky breath through your nose, staring at Rhea. Her dark pupils stared back at you, she slowly pulled away her hand. “Good girl.” She repeated in a softer tone. Rhea pulled her hand back, showing off her drenched come covered fingers she stuck them in her mouth, moaning as she cleaned them off. “Fuck, I nearly forgot how good you tasted.”

Leaning against the pillar, you didn’t trust your legs to move yet as you tried to catch your breath in soft pants. Rhea just laughed at your flushed face and tired body. “Come on my love, let's go to the hotel because I have so much planned for us.” Rhea held your hand while you wrapped your arm under hers, leaning on her for support. “Happy five year anniversary, Y/N.” Rhea kissed the top of your head as you nuzzled against her while making your way to the car.

Rhea indeed made the anniversary unforgettable. Rhea insisted that you book a 5 star hotel and she’d pay all expenses. You tried to deny it before booking the expensive hotel saying how a ‘Hotel 8 is fine for your liking’. But Rhea wasn’t having it. After spending years with Rhea, she trusted you with her credit card so from time to time you either used it for reserving hotels and restaurants and when Rhea knows you’re low on groceries she insists on you to go shop with it knowing your 40 hour job can only pay for so much.

You were grateful for Rhea and everything she has done for you.

After settling in the hotel, unpacking and showering Rhea took you to the city national park, walking around and enjoying nature. You weren’t surprised when people instantly noticed her and asked for photos. Rhea would look at you apologetic and about to deny the people until you spoke up. “She’d love a photo with you guys, want me to take it?” 

Rhea gave you a soft smile as the fans were excited to get a photo with their favorite wrestler. Taking the phone from the fan you pointed the camera at them. “One, two, say cheese.” You clicked the circle snap button a few times making sure to get a good photo. 

“Oh my god, thank you so much.” The girl said as you handed the phone back to her. 

“No problem, enjoy your day guys.” You waved at them as the girl and her friends rushed off down the trail.

“It’s okay to say ‘no’ ya know?” Rhea spoke up as you both started to walk down the trail.

You wrapped your arm through hers, resting your head against the side of her shoulder. “I know, but it’s not every day you run into your hero.” 

Rhea tossed her head back and let out a laugh. “I wouldn’t say I’m anyone’s hero, I guess an idol?”

“Fine, idol. It’s still not every day you run into your favorite idol.” You squeezed her hand tightly. 

“I suppose not, but this is our anniversary date. I’m trying to make it special.” She sighed.

You watched the branches on the trees slightly sway as a breeze rolled by, it felt nice while the sun beat high in the sky. “We’ll have plenty more anniversaries to make special.” You reminded her. “I’m fine with you taking pictures with fans, Rhea, really.” 

Rhea stopped in her tracks making you stop as well and look up at her. “Fuck, how did I get so lucky.” She whispered, cupping your jaw.

“You have someone that understands the business.” You chuckled. 

It was true, you trained for a while a few years ago, even did some indy matches but unfortunately one big nasty bump ruined your chance to move on with your career. 

It was an intergender match against a guy you knew very well, Timmy Titan, and it wasn’t your first match together. It was where you met Rhea too when she was still in her indy days. She just came to the States to see all the fuss was about trying to try and make it big in America. 

Timmy went for a drop kick while you were getting distracted with Timmy’s manager, his feet collided on your spine, doing a drop kick. Tthe spot was for you to go over the top rope and lose by a ten count. But the plan failed as you felt numbness went up your spine and you weren’t able to feel anything. Dropping to your knees, a cold sweat went through your whole body as you weren’t able to move your fingers or toes, worrying you went paralyzed. 

The ref quickly slid over to you asking if you were alright you quickly whispered to him something was wrong and to take the match home. Timmy quickly scrambled over to you with a pin. “You okay?”

“I can’t fucking feel my legs.” You wanted to cry, trying to be strong so the fans wouldn’t worry.

After the match an ambulance was called, carrying you out on a stretcher while fans asked if you were going to be okay and what the hell happened. A warm spark shocked up your hand as you looked to see Rhea walking besides you as you were getting rolled out, she was holding your hand.

“I’m right here, Y/N. I gotchu.” Her Australian accent is thicker than ever.

You exhaled a sigh, resting your head back on the uncomfortable stretcher pillow knowing you were going to be alright since you could now feel Rhea’s hand gripping yours.

As if Rhea knew what you were thinking she spoke up. “You fucking scared me that day.” Rhea said.

You looked at her dark eyes, remembering how worried she looked. You smiled at her. “Aye, I lived.” You tried to joke.

“You could have been paralyzed, Y/N.” Rhea’s fingers twirled around your hair, playing with it. 

“I’d do it all over again, to hear the crowd one last time.” 

Rhea stared at you while you looked away trying not to cry. Sometimes, when watching Rhea every Monday Night Raw, you grew slightly jealous hearing everyone cheer for her, whistle and applaud. You craved the aching feeling along your back from hitting the ropes or taking bumps from a shoulder tackle, you missed the smell of the wrestling mat. 

You sniffed, feeling the pad of Rhea’s thumb wiping away a tear that escaped your eye, you didn’t even notice that you were crying. “I know, baby.” She whispered, leaning down she pressed her lips against yours to make you feel better.

As the rest of the day went on, Rhea kept having surprise after surprise after surprise and of course while doing so she took photos of fans wherever she took you. “That was really nice of that family to pay for our meal.” You said walking alongside Rhea down the beach shore. 

“Yeah, it really was.” Rhea held your hand tighter as she swung both of your arms. Rhea took you to a five star restaurant that had strict dress clothes along with a wait list that lasted for months.  Rhea wore a black button up shirt along with black slacks and dress shoes that were now in her hands.

You wore a black skin tight dress that made your breasts push up perfectly to which the waiter couldn’t keep his eyes off. Rhea had to keep clearing her throat making sure the boy didn’t over spill the wine he poured. He’d meekly apologize and rushed away to another table with a blush dusted on his cheeks. 

Your dark heels dangled in your left hand, the sand squished in between your toes as the softness of it brushed up against your feet with each step you took. “Do you have any more surprises I should know about?” You teased. 

Rhea chuckled looking over at her, you noticed the top two buttons of her shirt were undone, the cool night breeze made the cloth slightly move. Your eyes dragged down seeing her breasts peeking out.

“I do have one more surprise to end this perfect day.” Rhea looked straight ahead. “It’s right here.” 

You looked where she was looking to see a blanket with a picnic basket on top of it and a dozen candle lit lanterns around the blanket. “Oh, Rhea. This is perfect.” You smiled at her. 

“Perfect way to watch the sunset.” Rhea hummed, pulling you towards the romantic set. She laid down on the large blanket and tugged you down. You laid down next to her, head against her chest as you watched the waves roll in and the orange sun setting leaving behind a pink, purplish, blue sunset. 

“It’s beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful.” Rhea hummed, her hand rubbing up and down your back as she posted herself up along with you on her breasts. You could hear her heart thumping a million miles per minute. You knew she was nervous about something. 

You watched as the sun crept below the horizon until it was fully dark and the stars replaced the pretty sunset and the moon was in the sky. You sat there, watching the waves wash onto the beach and roll back into the ocean. “Well, should we start heading back to the hotel?” You sat up looking at Rhea. You slightly squinted at her, confused by her grinchish grin. She has something up her sleeve. “What?” You broke out a smile.

“I want to do something before we leave.” Rhea whispered, grabbing you by the waist she rolled you over, making her on top.

“R- Rhea?” You swallowed, slowly getting the idea she had in mind. 

“Shh, relax baby, relax.” Rhea’s hand slid under your black dress, pushing it upwards she let out a soft moan. “Fuck, no panties?” 

“I- I know how much you like it when I don’t wear any.”

“I’ve trained you so well, Y/N.” Rhea’s hard slid up your smooth thigh, massaging your waist. Rhea leaned down, her hot breath against your sensitive cunt. You squirmed in her grip making her chuckle. “Poor darling, I haven’t even touched you and you’re squirming under me.”

“S- Sorry, mommy.” You moaned as her tongue slowly licked the entrance of your cunt, you bit your bottom lip, arching your back. Rhea didn’t hesitate to thrust her tongue inside you, swirling it around and stretching you. She moaned against your pussy, moving back and forth, the bridge of her nose pumping your clit.

“Fuck!” You sobbed, bucking your hips against her face. “I- I’m close, I’m gonna come.” You warned. 

Rhea lapped her tongue over your tight walls a few more times before pulling away, a string of your juices snapping off her lips as she smirked. “Already? So soon?” Rhea’s fingers replaced her mouth, smearing her saliva over your eaten out pussy. 

“Hmm’ sorry.” You sucked the inside of your cheek, feeling slightly embarrassed. 

“Oh no need to be embarrassed, love. I love when I can make you come so quickly. But how about you come on my cock, hmm?” 

“You- You brought the toy?” You gushed.

“Oh honey, I did more than just brought it.” Rhea sat on her knees and started to unbuckle her belt. “I wore it.” 

Your cunt pulsed, the thought of Rhea wearing the strap-on underneath her pants made you even wetter before. Please mommy, fucking put it in me.” 

Rhea laughed lowly, pushing the black slacks down her thighs to fully let the cock extend from her pants. “Such an eager little girl, huh?”

You nodded your head without a response only to cry out, arching your back as Rhea slapped her palm over your wet cunt. “Y- Yes, please yes, fuck!” You cried out.

“Always such a good little girl, Y/N.” Rhea reached over at the wooden basket she brought and pulled out a small bottle of lube. She squirted some in her hand and soon lathered the cock with it. The straps were secured over her thighs and waist making her ass plump. “Fuck, I’ve been dreaming of coming home and fucking you every night, baby.” Rhea bucked her hips, fucking the fake cock into her lubed up hand. 

“Me too, I’ve been wanting your cock mommy, I’ve been craving it.” You tried to waist patiently, you squirmed your hips, watching her fuck her own hand and not you was like torture. “Rhea, please I want it.”

“You’ll get it, love.” Rhea tossed the small lube bottle towards the basket and pulled you closer to her, making you squeak. She rubbed the silicon cock against your folds, pushing very slowly and watched your cunt swallow the toy whole. Moaning lowly as your walls clenched down on the large toy. You wrapped your legs around Rhea’s waist, forcing the toy to bury deeper as she leaned forward. “Fu- Fuck!” You moaned.

“Yeah, there she is.” Rhea kissed your neck and jawline as she slowly started to rock her hips against you. “Take it so well, princess.”

“Y- Yes, faster, please.” You clenched the back of Rhea’s shoulders, trying to pull her closer to you as your dress kept hiking up further on your body.

“Naughty girl, I wanted to take it nice and slow for this special night but you wanna be fucked like some whore from the streets.” 

“Yes!” You screamed. “Fuck me like a common whore, mommy.” 

Rhea sat up slightly, watching how her cock pushed in and out of your dripped cunt, smirking at the sound of your wet cunt taking the toy. “Fuck, look at you. A sobbing mess for my cock.” Rhea rutted her hips in a circle, hitting it from a different angle. Rhea smirked at your facial features, your mouth hanging open and no sounds coming out. “Fuck, looks like I ruined you with this cock. Looking so cock drunk for me.” Rhea laughed.

Rhea didn’t let up on her thrusts as she grunted with each movement, your quiet sobs left your throat as you arched your back. Your walls clamped tightly around her cock each time she pushed in and tried to keep her in whenever she pulled out. “C- Come, I’m gonna come!” 

“Oh no sweet heart.” Rhea pulled her cock out from your fucked cunt making you sob loudly from the lost of contact. “You’re gonna work for this orgasm.” Rhea used her muscles, filling you over and forcing you on your knees while your shoulders and head were pushed into the ground. “Fuck, I nearly forgot how flexible you are.” Rhea moaned, grabbing the base of the cock she pushed back into your needy hole.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You chanted as Rhea’s cock was buried to the hilt of your cunt but didn’t move. “Pl- Please!” You sobbed, feeling fresh tears drip down your cheeks and onto the blanket.

“Oh no, you wanted to act like a whore so I’m going to treat you like one. I want to see this ass bounce on my cock and earn your orgasm.” Rhea’s hand sharply slapped onto your ass once more, making sure your dress was out of the way.

You groaned, about to push yourself up onto your hands but was pushed back down onto your face by Rhea pushing the mid of your back down. “No. I want you to work for it. Grind.” 

You shivered at her dominant tone, rocking your hips back you moaned softly as her cock nearly slipped out of you, leaving the tip and pushing back into you. “Fuck.” You whispered to yourself. “Feels so good.”

“Looks so good.” Rhea replied, watching as you started to pick up pace, riding yourself on her cock from behind. “Fuck darling, you’re taking this cock so fucking well.” Rhea gripped your ass, trying to stop herself from thrusting inside of you. “Keep going, baby.”

“M- Mommy.” 

“Mommy has you baby, keep going.” Rhea grunted, she watched as your creamy cunt lathered the cock up with your juices each time you pulled out. She moaned at the sight, not helping herself but slightly buck her hips against you, hitting that sensitive spot nearly making you go over the edge. 

“C- Commies, mommy, I need to commies!” You warned, slamming your hips back against the cock it was hitting you in all the right places. The way Rhea gripped your waist and was meeting your thrusts made you scream her name as she was grunting behind you. Sloppy wet sounds of the cock plunging your cunt erupted on the empty beach.

“Come baby, come on my fucking dick.” Rhea moaned. 

A fire spread from your cunt throughout your body as your walls clenched tighter against her dick, you gripped the blanket tightly as you gasped loudly. The dam breaking and your orgasm riding through your body, you shuttered out a moan as you squirted on her cock.

“Holy shit!” Rhea exclaimed, surprised by the mess that she was covered in. 

You stilled yourself, light headed and seeing stars as you tried to blink them away. “Y/N, Y/N?” Rhea called your name, her hand rubbing your back as you hummed in pleasure.

“Yeah?” 

“Are you okay?” She slowly pulled the cock from your cunt making you wince slightly. 

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You asked, rolling over on your back your eyes widened at the sight. Rhea’s pants that rested upon her thighs were soaked and the rubber toy was dripping with your juices. “Did- Did I just-”

“Squirt? Yeah, all over me.” Her eyebrow arched with a cocky grin.

“Oh god, I- I’m so sorry, wait hold on.” You reached into the basket to try and find a towel or something to clean her up. You were too embarrassed to even look at your girlfriend, being the first time you ever squirted, you didn’t hear her voice.

“Wait, no, Y/N!” Rhea reached towards the basket trying to take it away from you but you stopped looking for the towel only to see a small black box, slowly reaching for it you pulled it out.

“What’s this?” Your eyes left the black smooth box and looked at Rhea who looked guilty, rubbing the back of her neck and looking away. She swallowed thickly and finally looked at you.

“Open it up and see what’s inside.” 

Your heart was racing as you kept your eyes on Rhea the whole time. You didn’t break eye contact even when you opened the box, you were too scared, worried that it was just a pair of earrings and not what you really wanted. Your eyes glimpsed at what was inside only to quickly shut it. “N- No.” 

“Yes.” Rhea smiled, in one smooth motion she tucked the dripping toy covered in your juices into her slacks, adjusting herself and buckling them up quickly she got down on one knee. “Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you make me the happiest wrestler in the world and be my wife?”

“Oh god, Rhea Ripley yes! I fucking will!” Despite your dress being a mess you lunged towards her and hugged her. 

Rhea laughed, holding you close as she took the box from you, opening it again and pulled out the ring. She held your shaky hand and slid the band onto your ring finger. “It’s a perfect fit.” You sniffed, trying not to cry.

“Come on, let's take a picture.” Rhea helped you up onto your feet. She gave you time to adjust your dress and hair only to steal a kiss from you on the lips, you held your hand up towards the phone as she snapped the picture. “This is going on instagram.” She smiled, quickly posting the picture.

The likes instantly started to come in and comments on how people are proud and congratulations. One comment that got the most likes stated: ‘They fucked on the beach’.

Rhea Ripley's Masterlist

[yyawnjun]

5.33am SUNGHOON [ 성훈 ]

a.n: it was supposed to be a short one-shot for my jealous!enha boys series…I don't know how a 1.6k wc one came out…and I don't think it's right for the series but it was so cool to write it😭

anyway...please let me know your opinions and hcs !! comments, like and reblogs are always greatly appreciated. I hope y'all will like it ♡

fluff!! ; hoon being hoon ; a creepy man appears but nothing serious happens ; sign a petition for yn and hoon to say OUT LOUD what they think

Since you had to catch the bus at 5.30 am to visit your family, you did get up at 4.55 am as planned. Your mother's birthday fell on the day you moved away from your hometown two months ago, so you decided to surprise her.

You were lucky to discover a low bus ticket that would have taken you there in just five hours. Everything was unplanned; you bought it the day before and quickly packed your things into a small but comfortable rucksack. 

It was 5.10 am, and you were leaving the house. Your apartment was only 10 mins by foot to the bus station, so you did not rush. There was none around except for an old lady walking on the opposite side of the road and a few cars. Some birds were already awake, and the sun was rising, it was when almost everyone was still asleep or slowly people were getting up to start their day. A new day was about to start for everyone, your heart was light, and you were happy.

You were lost in your thoughts that you did not realize that you stopped yourself while looking at the clouds in the sky. You come back to the world only when a boy runner next to you screaming: "HE'S GONNA KILL ME IF I MISS THIS BUS TOOOO"

You did not even check the time; you started to run too. Because actually, your "natural clock" understood that you were late.

Indeed, when you arrived at the station, you looked at your phone which showed 5.33 am.

You missed your bus...and you could not even say it to anyone, because it was a surprise. Discouraged, you went to the ticket office to see if to buy a ticket for the next bus that would be passing in just an hour.

It was summer, so the natural light was already there, but still a bit of fear there was because you were alone, but it was replaced by laughter when you saw the boy, who had run earlier near to you, on his knees in front of the man in the ticket office begging him to find him a bus that would arrive there before an hour.

He was so funny while literally kneeling for a bus ticket at 5.35am. The man looked so annoyed, but after a good five minutes, his prayers worked. 

Indeed there was a special bus - the number 5 - that only for that day was active, and that would arrive in 33 minutes.

You never thought you could see someone's mood change so quickly; he would have hugged the man if there was no glass separating them. Happier than ever, the boy buys his ticket and turns to go to wait for the bus. That's when he notices you and guesses - from your amused expression - that you had seen the scene.

After a quick nod and a thinly veiled smile, he walks past you and goes to wait for the bus.

It was thanks to him that you found out about bus number 5, which was also perfect for you. So you immediately bought your ticket and went to wait patiently for the bus.

As you expected, you met the boy there again. He was seated on the only bench there, where you would soon be joining him. 

You greeted each other with a simple smile and head nod; by this point, you were companion victims of misfortune on that summer morning.

So you sat, put your earphones on, and waited while looking around and letting your thoughts run free. 

You could tell that he kinda did the same because after 15 mins you felt something - or better, someone - graving on your shoulder.

Yes, the bus would arrive in 33 minutes at 6:08 a.m., but the funny boy only after 15 mins of waiting falls on your shoulder.

You were a bit hesitant to wake him up because he looked so peaceful while sleeping.

He had closed eyes and a steady breathing pattern, and his lips and his cheeks were flushed pink. His dark black hair and eyebrows created a contrast with his pale skin and total-white outfit.

A mole on his note distinguished him, and knowing the legend of moles - it says they are said to be the place where, in another life, your soulmate loved to kiss you - you smiled.  When you had to gently touch him to wake him awake because the bus had arrived, you blushed a little more.

Oh yes, 18 minutes passed after he had dozed off on your shoulder...

You quickly got on the bus after waking him up, and he immediately boarded behind you after mumbling an awkward thank you.

The bus was so full of men at that hour, and most of them seemed to be surprised by your arrival.

You did not feel comfortable at all, but you decided to ignore everyone turning up the volume of your music and sitting in the only empty place. Luckily none was sitting next to you, you were safe you thought. 

However, you started to feel truly scared when you noticed a man, who must have been in his 50s, standing up and walking toward you.

As fate would have it, the clumsy boy, your company of misfortune also saw, and he immediately sat down in the seat next to yours. At that moment your music stopped, and you heart lost a few beats.

"Not gonna lie, that man creeped me out too. Hope it is okay if I sat next to you; I would never leave a pretty girl alone with someone like him" he whispered while still looking at that man with dead eyes.

Your eyes brightened in response to his words, and you thanked him. 

"Young boy leave that seat and let me sit next to the beautiful girl." Just hearing those words was enough to send shivers down your spine.

Instinctively, you reached for the boy's shirt hoping he would not leave you with that old man.

He wasn't going to let go, on the contrary, he said:

"She's my girlfriend, you'd better stop bothering her."

Your heart began to beat faster and faster, adrenaline and anxiety were invading your heart, and you felt helpless.

"Oh sure. I bet you just met her. Why such a beautiful girl should be with someone like you. Hmm? What do you say?" the man asked, turning to you.

He was about to answer back but you anticipated him by saying.

"You better shut up before I call the police. Leave me and my boyfriend alone.. and I don't need me to explain to you idiot why I am dating this handsome boy."

Now is the boy's heart that was beating fast. 

"The bus is moving. A message to the man who is bothering the girl. You had better sit down before you falls and the police have to meet you at the hospital instead of the next stop" 

The driver's voice was heard everywhere, and the timing almost scared you. 

Someone had also called the police, and the man would have been reported soon.

Even though you were safe at this point, your heart continued to race since so much had happened so quickly.

You eventually turned to look at the boy who helped you after the grumbling man had moved away from you.

"Thank you so so much. You saved me," you said, but he was not looking at you-

He was glancing down at the bottoms of his shoes while his hands were covering his face.

"Is everything alright? Are you okay?" you asked worried.

And he finally turned to you almost screaming

"SO WAIT DO YOU REALLY THINK I AM HANDSOME?"

But he quickly tried to ignore your confused expression as he attempted to regain his calm and added, "It's nothing; I acted on instinct. I couldn't bear that creepy man would sit next to you. Hope you are okay now"

He wanted to finish his sentence with "pretty girl" because he truly meant it. Although it could have worried you, he chose not to.

Even though you too really meant what you had said - that he was a beautiful guy - you preferred to ignore his question too.

"I'm fine thanks, and nice to meet my name is Y/n."

"Park Sunghoon. My name is Park Sunghoon, nice to meet you" 

"Well Park Sunghoon if you also have to get off at the last stop, I guess we have a long journey ahead of us," 

"Yes y/n, but I think that by staying right next to you, the time will pass more quickly," he replied without thinking.

You nodded in agreement as you internally chuckled at the sound of your name coming out of his mouth. 

He was very kind and easy to talk to since you discovered that you had a lot of things in common - for example he too was going to the surprise party of a friend of his in the same city as you.

While talking you find out that you enjoy the same singers and songs, and that is how you ended up sharing your earphones while your playlist was playing.

Sunghoon however, fell asleep off again and let his head fall forward when the softer section of your songs began to play.

Oh, and the reason you gently shifted his head to your shoulder was for no other reason than to make him more comfortable…right?

serie> hee ; hoon ; jay ; jake ; sunoo ; jgwon ; niki

[justpeaxchy]

The Discovery pt 5

Warnings(?): mentions of a few weapons, sort of. A/n: I feel like this chapter is much shorter than usual, but don't worry it was just for this one. I was gonna include them cooking and the whole Stoick singing thing, but I decided to save that for the next one... Along with other interactions.... ;) Hiccup x !fem oc! Previous chapter,

The sound of dripping water echoed throughout the hidden cavern, creating an annoyingly familiar pattern as it collided with the leaden rocks. Aurora and CloudJumper wrestled as their riders stood at a distance, who spared them a few glances in their direction, as they allowed themselves to fall into a place of serenity. Evelynn sat on the damp and stony ground, leaning against a pillar of ice that struck out from behind her. Thankfully, the crystalized ice had provided them with enough light to at least see their surroundings, leaving a viridian glow in the atmosphere.

The young woman slowly closed her eyes, sighing as she brushed her fingers through the light brown tresses of hair that clothed her head. Valka had chosen to remain standing, leaning on the giant spikes of ice, while she "entertained" herself by observing the two dragons before them. Evelynn figured she was trying to see if there were any hidden "secrets" that could be told by the way in which they struggled to conquer one another. It might've looked like CloudJumper would win without much effort, which might've been true before, but Aurora had "developed" her skills in defending herself in the midst of play fighting - especially with a dragon bigger than herself.

Valka stifled down a yawn, watching with eyes full of interest as CloudJumper tried to fend for himself against the light fury who tugged at his tail. In the moment of silence, she thought that she had gotten away with the action, but nonetheless, Evelynn snorted, grabbing her attention as she glanced at the younger dragon rider next to her on the ground. "Getting tired already, are we?" She chuckled light-heartedly when no response was received, "The day hasn't even ended yet! You better not be getting older on me, V."

Evelynn grinned when she noticed Valka's reaction: eyes widened in just the slightest with a tilt of her head, causing her braids to sway by the small movement. "You haven't called me by that name in.. a while..?" She hugged her staff closer to her chest as she examined the one who she considered to be her daughter. "What's happened?"

Aurora's shriek filled the air as CloudJumper folded one pair of his wings in, slapping the poor light fury on the face as he lifted his second pair to vigorously flap them all around her, distracting her in the process. Evelynn, who was quite amused, flicked a stranded piece of her hair back into place as she continued to watch the two creatures before her struggle against one another. "Oh... Ah, let's just say I've been hanging out with Hiccup for the past..erm.. thirty minutes and I've managed to pick up one of his habits of nicknames.. I guess." She paused before continuing, "In short, I've been with Hiccup."

Valka blinked, mildly confused for a short period of time, before she found herself sporting a knowing grin. "Ah... So, how has it been going with you and my son?"

Evelynn nearly choked at her statement, unsure of what might've been the cause other than the air, while she cautiously glanced up at her. "What's that supposed to mean?" Her voice came out in a strained tone, making her imaginatively hit herself in remorse.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just asking how this time has been for you two so far! You've always told me that he was one of your friends at Berk so I'd expect for you to be.. enthusiastic about his appearance." Valka innocently hugged her staff by her side, returning her sight on Aurora, who had to fly upwards in order to avoid CloudJumper's intimidatingly larger wings. With a screech, she landed herself right on the stormcutter's back as he bellowed in surprise.

"Yeah, uh-huh, sure. May I point out that I said one of my friends. It's not like he was my only... companion.." Evelynn muttered, the confidence in her voice slowly wearing away.

"Nice choice of words."

"Well, what else do you want me to say?" Evelynn threw her arms up in exasperation as she spoke, not understanding what Valka was doing.

"Hm."

The two women remained still in their spots, the noise of the dragons that wrestled in front of them being the only thing that filled the emptiness in the cavern. "What? What does 'hm' mean in this situation?" Evelynn groaned in annoyance, standing upright as she noticed the small smirk adorning Valka's lips. "Anyway, shouldn't you be the one leaping for joy? He's your son, not mine. That has to be more meaningful than just a pair of friends meeting again."

CloudJumper swung Aurora off as her mouth found his tail again, nibbling on it similar to the baby dragons. Valka looked away from them to inspect the one next to her with narrowed eyes. "Well, you say that as though he doesn't mean anything to you."

Evelynn scoffed, glancing in the direction she knew Hiccup would be at. "I'm not saying he doesn't mean anything to me. He's a friend and you're his mother. Big difference here." She mockingly waved her hands as she continued, now turning her attention to Valka, "I'm not gonna be as excited as a mother would be to see her son for the first time in 20 years."

She watched as her motherly figure winced at her comment, causing her to feel the guilt arise in her like a steady smoke. Evelynn sighed, returning her focus on the two dragons. "I'm sorry, that came out a little.. wrong."

Aurora yelped as CloudJumper shook his tail that she bit on, causing her to trip over her own legs. Valka chuckled to herself as she witnessed the scene before she spoke, "No, it's alright. Just.." She took a hesitant breath in, briefly looking at Evelynn, "Remember to be thankful for the things you have now. Can you do that for me?"

The "things" in question very well might have actually been people, although it went unsaid, as the growing tension seemed to dimmer away. Friendships and relationships in general were always known to have some form of challenges and struggles within them, which didn't entirely help the defensive wall that Evelynn had set up for herself. She knew it wasn't a mature choice to avoid most people entirely because of that reason, yet she found herself drifting away from the thoughts of ever finding someone - anyone - to be close with. Valka was barely an exception to that, seeing as she was stuck with her either way in the dragon sanctuary. So, with a discontented nod, she found herself idly muttering out the words, "Yeah, I will."

Before either of them could continue their conversation, they both noticed Aurora abruptly stop wrestling the stormcutter above her - stubby ears lifting as she picked up on a sound that was only heard by her at that moment. Soon after she had halted her playful actions with CloudJumper, he tilted his head as though hearing something as well. Evelynn narrowed her azure eyes in suspicion, wearily arising from her spot on the ground to be beside Aurora. It wasn't long before she heard for herself the echoes of a distressed voice coming from the direction Hiccup had wandered off to.

"--isn't an 'on the way' kind of update, actually!" The young dragon rider's words left the two woman rather confused as they slowly stalked around the towering piece of ice that they found refuge behind, causing Aurora and CloudJumper to steadily follow them. Evelynn swiftly held up her hand to silently instruct them to stay put, knowing that it was her friend who had spoken.

"I've heard enough, Hiccup!"

That voice, however, came as a surprise. It was evident in the way Valka nearly tripped over the rocky ground, her arm leaning against the ice in order to bring her some form of sturdiness as she stood. She heaved in what little air she could, her heart starting to beat in a rapid pace, leaving her to acknowledge the tears already forming in her eyes. Evelynn was quick to be by Valka's side as she lightly grabbed her other arm, trying to catch her attention. Both of them knew, in such a short moment's notice, that the one who spoke those words belonged to none other than Stoick the Vast himself, which left them in a desperate struggle to decide whether or not to stay and face him - although it went unsaid.

"V, you need to choose to stand strong or-"

Hiccup's voice echoed once more throughout the walls as he grew closer, "More - more of the earth-shattering development variety..!"

Despite being in the midst of a stressful scenario, Evelynn found herself rolling her eyes at his statement, muttering to herself: "What does that even mean..?" In the short time of distraction, Valka had propped herself up and took quivering steps in front of the ice, officially making herself visible to the ones who were approaching them. "V-Valka.. are you sure you-"

"There's no way of escaping this now, Evelynn. I.. I must face the consequences of what I did."

The men's voices weren't as loud as they had previously been, although a few words stood out enough for the two women to conclude that they were discussing something to themselves in a much lower tone. Aurora, sensing their agitation, growled as she darted in another direction behind them, running to another corner that most likely had other dragons resting there.

Evelynn, who was still in her armor - or what was put together as a defensive shield for her body - grabbed her mask that was attached to her hip, hurriedly putting it on as she slowly stepped away from Valka to watch from the side, although still being visible herself. Based on what she had heard, she anticipated to see a tall and frustrated Stoick marching through the narrow entryway, or perhaps an anxious Hiccup staggering in his steps. She, however, did not expect to see Gobber the Belch confidently waltz into the cavern with the form of a mace on his prosthetic left hand, ready to fight if needed. Evelynn feebly took off her mask, memories flooding her thoughts as she mumbled, "Gobber..?"

It didn't take much effort for him to see the two women who were told of to be dead, leaving him stopping in his tracks as he gaped at the discovery that they were, very much indeed, alive before him. All three of them couldn't find it in themselves to move from their designations, deciding it was much easier to remain where they were due to the arising shock that filled their minds.

"--just have to handle it delicately! So-" Hiccup's voice could be heard once more as he was most likely behind the man that was frozen in his spot. Thankfully, he had - somewhat - snapped out of his daze and slowly turned around back into the narrow path from where he appeared.

"Uhm.. you might want to take this one.."

His figure disappeared into the dark crevices of the rocks, leaving Evelynn confused. It wasn't long before she managed to hear a sword being unsheathed, causing her to hastily clasp the staff that hung on her back. "Ohh! Uh, dad, could you put the sword away, please?" Hiccup pleaded once more, although it went ignored.

Time seemed to slow down as she beheld the Chief of Berk emerge from the tight entryway, his sword ready in hand. Even from where she stood, Evelynn could see the firm grip he had on the weapon, strangely causing her to feel slightly lightheaded. After Stoick had fully stepped out of the hedged-in rocks, he cautiously looked up, awaiting to see an enemy of some sorts, before his viridescent eyes widened, a gasp escaping his mouth as he stared at Valka.

"Oh.." The woman breathed out, as though realizing who she was encountering.

Stoick, with a gaping mouth, slowly dropped his sword, making the clanging sound echo throughout the room. His hands soon found his helmet, swiftly taking it off as he continued to gaze silently at his wife. Hiccup and Gobber hesitantly shuffled out from behind him, glancing at the Chief who didn't utter a word.

Evelynn could do nothing but watch as Valka stood as tall as she could, uncertainty clouding her features. "I know what you're gonna say, Stoick." She tightened the hold she had on her staff, noticing that the man before her remained stunned in his place. "How could I have done this?" She sighed, guilt crossing her face as she continued. "Stayed away all of these years, and why didn't I come back to you?" She struggled to carry on her speech as Stoick remained standing with a gobsmacked expression, yet she continued, "To our son? Well.. what sign did I have that you could change, Stoick?" As he finally begun to steadily walk towards her, Valka nervously clutched onto her staff with more strength than she expected. "That anyone on Berk could?"

The sudden noise of more footsteps was heard, causing Evelynn to scan her surroundings as she noticed CloudJumper climb over the heap of ice that he was hidden behind, Aurora following him on the ground with other dragons emerging from different corners of the cavern. She worriedly glanced at Valka and Stoick before doing the same to Hiccup, who had barely glimpsed at her and the dragons before returning his attention to his parents.

"I pleaded so many times to stop the fighting, to find another answer, but did any of you listen?" Valka, with one stiff motion, gestured her staff in Stoick's direction as she spoke, all the while he was getting closer to her with each agonizingly sluggish step. Evelynn was able to hear Gobber mention something to Hiccup and, although she didn't pick up on the exact words he said, she could tell it must have been something ridiculously out of place for the moment when Hiccup recoiled slightly and questioningly glanced at him.

Valka held her staff closer to her chest as Stoick continued to draw closer to her while she spoke, "I know that I left you to raise Hiccup alone, but I thought he'd be better off without me." She glimpsed behind her to see the wall of ice becoming closer, leaving her to stagger backwards as the Chief became a mere few steps away. "And I was wrong. I see that now, but..." Valka nearly tripped on the ice that she was now pushed up against as Stoick stood in front of her, his gaze never leaving her face. "Oh! Stop being so stoic, Stoick! Go on, shout, scream, say something!"

Her words were cut short as Stoick carefully grazed his hand over her cheek, his expression filled with nothing but love for the one that stood before him now. Valka, with no strength left to hold back the remnant of tears that brimmed her eyes, stared at him with a gawking mouth at his action. She noticed the white hairs that dusted his beard now, the wrinkle of skin next to his eyes, as he spoke, barely above a whisper: "You're as beautiful as the day I lost you."

Evelynn sighed out in relief as she warmly gazed at the two, filled with admiration for the Chief's persistence. She lowered her staff as she watched Stoick gently kiss Valka, who unknowingly copied Evelynn and released the firm grip she had on her own staff. The dragons that were previously treading closer were now stepping away once they concluded that they were safe, Aurora begrudgingly travelling back next to her rider. The young woman then glimpsed at Hiccup to see his reaction. She wasn't entirely surprised to see him tearing up at the reunion of his parents, and the more she inspected his face, she could notice the same - if not greater - admiration she felt.

As though sensing her gaze, Hiccup turned his head in her direction, wiping away any stranded tears, before nodding assuredly at her. She felt herself grinning, this time not putting any effort to hide it, while she returned the gesture. Aurora grumbled beside her, deciding to lightly push her to where he stood, causing her to confusedly stare at the light fury while she pushed her further away from Stoick and Valka - although she wasn't even close to them in the first place. Evelynn faltered in her steps as she tried to stand upright in her walk, Aurora making it much more difficult for her as she continued to practically shove her towards the two men who were now amusingly watching her struggle.

Evelynn grunted as her dragon gave her one final push, abandoning her to make her grab Hiccup's shoulder to prevent herself from falling on the stone-cold floor. She was quick to balance herself and snatch her hand off him, turning to glare at Aurora who innocently stood behind Toothless. "Sorry, I don't know what's gotten into her lately-"

Hiccup interrupted her speech with his small snickering, a blissful smile crossing his lips as he delightedly muttered "You would think that after being with a dragon for five years she'd treat you a little nicer." He held up his hands as he saw the annoyed scowl that took over her face, preparing himself to get hit somewhere before Gobber suddenly pushed him out of the way.

"Evelynn!" His shout broke through the silence as he picked her up while Hiccup helplessly stumbled backwards onto Aurora. "You're back!" He didn't pay any mind to the young man that was now the one staggering to fully stand, his tight embrace wrapped around the girl he thought was dead. He remembered the days of her small teenage-self dragging her feet into the Forge, pretending to be unwilling to help, before she would be indulged in her work with a delicate smile. She didn't want to admit that she enjoyed being in there, the reason for it going unsolved by Gobber, who hadn't yet put her down.

"O-okay! Yeah, hi, I know, I missed you too-!" Evelynn sucked in what little air she could as her former mentor squeezed her, her feet dangling above the ground. "H-hey, I know it's been a while, but I kinda c-can't-"

Much to her relief, and yet very much to her guilt as well, Stoick and Valka's moment together was put to an end as the Chief began walking to them. "Gobber, I think you've hugged the lass enough." To her surprise, she heard Stoick chuckle at the scene while he sauntered closer to the group. While the man she once knew to constantly be grumpy put her down, she was left to stand in front of the intimidatingly larger figure of Stoick the Vast, her hands unknowingly clenching and unclenching due to her agitation.

He was still taken aback that Evelynn was alive, of course, but she knew that it wouldn't compare to the realization that his former wife was still here for the past 20 years, making her nervously swing her arms as she awaited for what he would say to her. 'Would he call her a betrayer?' she wondered. Her twitching actions abruptly stopped as the Chief of Berk delicately placed his hand on her shoulder, a caring and friendly smile taking over him as he spoke. "Don't think I didn't see you too, lass."

Stoick carefully pulled her into a hug, his ginger beard covering her face as she awkwardly and hesitantly tried to copy his actions. "It's good to have you back, Evelynn.."

The young dragon rider hadn't anticipated for her emotions to arise in her with such force, causing tears to swell up in her eyes as her hands clutched onto his clothing, now purposefully burying her face into his hair as she held back her choked cries. She didn't exactly know why she suddenly started crying and sniffling like a small child, yet she believed the girl that was taken away from Berk was still hidden somewhere in her, secretly desiring to go back home, longing for the daily interactions that she once disregarded. So, in the midst of her weakness, Evelynn allowed herself to cry on Stoick, not caring about the group's stares, and for the first time in a while, she felt content with the day.

Stoick didn't let her go until she was ready, which didn't appear as though she was yet, causing Hiccup to tenderly smile at the rare interaction. He always knew Evelynn to be someone far from physical affections, or rather uncomfortable with it, so watching her willingly stay in his father's embrace left a warming sensation in his heart that he didn't fight against. And for the first time in his life, Hiccup felt the contentment of being apart of a full family.

[jsagirly]

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧- 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❥ 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 & 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐩 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫..

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩.𝟑 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐧.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬✔︎ 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲,𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲(𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲),𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐭𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?

𝐖𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭! 𝟏.𝟒𝐤

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮🤍: 𝐝𝐨 𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐧?

It’s 8pm the sun is just crisping on the horizon, the beginnings of it being pulled down as it sets. You’re sitting on your couch watching some random show, just to give yourself a break and wind down.

Your phone vibrates and you look at the screen to see Satoru’s message. You scrunch your brows in confusion and text back.

: 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭??

It gets read right away, and he texts you back in a number of seconds.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮🤍: 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝟓

What was that supposed to mean? You were a bit weirded out to be honest? It’s already starting to get late..you tell yourself. “Something fun?”.

Before your mind can make that logical decision for yourself, you’re stumbling and slipping on a black pair of shorts, a navy blue hoodie and your converse. Before grabbing your keys and heading out the door.

Skipping down the stairs of your complex making a suspicious metal creak with each step. Walking out onto the street and down the tunnel to the “subway near your place”.

Looking around in the yellowed lights you can only see strangers, no sign of Satoru anywhere. You look up over people like a lost puppy , and you awkwardly stand there looking back down at your phone.

Just as you press your contacts you hear from a distance, “y/n!”. Turning to look up and you see Satoru walking towards you, you smile in relief sensing a feeling of comfort now that he was there.

He was wearing a hoodie and a pair of baggy jeans. “hey? What's going on? What did you want to do?”. You ask looking up at him questionably. “you’ll seeeee.”. He says while checking when the next train is coming.

“Satoru you know I don’t like not knowing” you frown. “yea..but I’m here so you’ll be fine!”.

“But!” Before you can protest any further, the train pulls up in front of you. He grabs you by the hand to pull you in behind him. Luckily gripping onto a pole before the force of leaving the station can take you down.

About 5 minutes pass before he says, “oh right here let’s get off”.

“Huh? o-oh okay!” leaving in such a rush you didn’t even get to see the stop. As you exit the tunnel you see the sun almost completely set in the distance, only a sliver of golden light left. As the street lights began to take over and flick on. “it’s just a few blocks from here don’t worry” so you tag along next to him.

After all, New York nightlife is just getting started. You see a group of girls all dolled up walking past you in nothing less than 5 inch heels. “I see it being a weekday has no effect on the parties and clubs”. Satoru chuckles “some people can’t get enough of it huh”.

You keep walking down the streets and something catches your eye, an ice cream shop. “Wait, can we stop here for a sec!”.

“Ice cream?”.

“C'mon you owe it to me for taking me all the way out here without even telling me any details!”. “Plus I may or may not have left my wallet in my apartment”.

You look up to him with pleading puppy eyes. Before you hear a sigh and a smile dusts his face. “Okay sure, I’ll buy you ice cream”.

“thank youuu!”. You both enter the ice cream parlor together, luckily for you there’s no line at this hour. The man behind the counter asks

“What flavor for the darling couple!”.

Before you can even stop to process it you wave your hands up and say “no no, we’re just friends”. The man looks up and apologizes.

“oh I’m sorry!”.

“Uhm yea I’ll have coffee please.”. The man rings you up at the counter, and Satoru graciously pays. When you walk out you hear him say “that was funny, he even discounted a dollar because he felt so bad. Poor guy.”.

“oh haha that’s nice”.

“Okay now hurry upp! I want to show you this place for real”. He says speeding up his pace. “oh so now it’s a place?”. You say catching up to match him.

It only takes a few more blocks before you’re going into a back alley behind a building only led by Satoru in front of you. Parties might’ve had you frigid and scared, but abandoned buildings definitely weren’t unusual for you. As stupid and young, you were prone to hanging out in these places.

The quiet and secluded part of it really sparked a liking for them. He opens a back door to the building before going up a staircase in front. It’s rusty and you can tell this place has been abandoned for a while.

“This seems creepy as fuck.”.

“nahh it’s just old, trust me the top is totally worth it”. So you keep going up the stairs till you reach a door at the top. He opens it and as you’re catching your breath, you look up to the rooftop and gaze at all the lights of the city.

It almost sparkles and glimmers in the basking moonlight. “oh wow.” “I know I’ve seen the lights like so many times but this is..different”.

“So was it worth it?”

“a million times over”. You walk up to the ledge of the building it has a small concrete wall so it’s not just a drop to the floor. You gaze out at the city in all its glory.

The honking of cars becomes blurry in the back of your mind as you can only focus on the view in front of you. There you sit for a few minutes with Satoru next to you.

The both of you just sat in a daze. “I’m really glad we got to be out here together.”. “High School was a train wreck enough I don’t know what I’d do without you”. You say breaking the silence.

“I’m glad too.. the day I made that decision I’ve never regretted it” he says smiling, his gaze still fixated on the lights.

“yea..it’s all so surreal, but I’ve never been scared of it or anything.”.

“Okay no that’s a lie I remember when you ran away leaving me behind! Because you saw a rat coming out of the sewer.”. You laughed at the memory “okay maybe a little scared.”.

You look over at him and he looks so perfect in this comfortable state, almost seeping into the beauty of it all. You could stand there and admire him for hours if you’d let yourself. But it’s him who catches you first.

“It's rude to stare, you know.”. You look away quickly, a cherry red undertone painting you.

“Sorry, you looked so nice and mesmerized in it though.”

“It’s very pretty.” Is all he can say. “Wait there’s one more thing I wanna do”. Before you can ask what it is he’s standing next to you and the ledge your sat upon. He looks seriously into your eyes “I won’t drop you alright?”.

“Huh? What do you mean, what are yo-“ before you can spill the whole sentence out, he's grabbing you by the small of your back and your shoulder blade.

Tipping you back over the ledge, a bruising grip held onto you. “TORUU THIS IS SCARY”. As the adrenaline pops you look down from the building and realize how high you are up.

“t-this is like super high, put me down!”.

“hold on tip your head back a bit.”.

You're trembling and scared “what?!”

“Just do it, trust me!” So you gently do it and as the blood rushes to your head you see it.. the same view but upside down.

Like a mirage it seems like a pool of lights.

You assume he senses you calming down before saying “told you.”.

He gently places you back down on the ground. Your legs feel like jello and you drop down to sit against and lean on the back of the ledge.

Its silent for a moment the lingering effects of the terror you had just experienced, hanging in the air. Soaking in what had just happened.

He looks down smiling “you okay?”

“y-yea I’m fine..”

“sorry I just had to show you”.

“that was so..indescribable?….”

“I liked it though”.

“I knew you would.”. You look up at him again, now back in his original position looking out.

“I wanted to take you here first to see what you thought before I brought Evie.”.

You straighten up and say “huh?”.

“Yea I’m planning on bringing her up here on a date”. “I’m gonna decorate obviously but I wanted to know what you thought first.”.

You soften your eyes and look down at the floor. “I think she’ll love it even more.”.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐨..𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 “𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞“ 𝐛𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐈𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 “𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐬“ 𝐲/𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐮𝐭.