#my shoes were really uncomfortable too and i was standing for most of it so uh oww
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#rambled in these tags sorry its been a long day#toontown corporate clash#pacesetter#graham ness payser#ok i said in my last post that todays was gonna be another prompt but i do not have the mental energy for that rn#like i stayed up all night even though i knew i had somewhere to be (i tried to sleep it didnt work my sleep cycle was fucked)#then i took a two or something hour nap cus i knew i would be out all day and then i was out and social for EIGHT HOURS#so yeah my brain is pretty fried from that#my shoes were really uncomfortable too and i was standing for most of it so uh oww#im doing alright btw this drawing is more of an exaggerated projection but i think i needed it right now#also fun fact most of the drawings on this account do have sketches made for them. this isn't one of them i wanted it to be a bit more jank#i need to sleep now bye jgsdkajgjk
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crashing out â onyakopon
âď¸: nsfw 18+ in which you learn why your fiancĂŠ retired from his old ways
cupids arrows: if youâre new here pls ignore my old post đđž
Onyakopon was the chillest man youâd ever met.
You remember the first day you met your fiancĂŠ like it was yesterday. Your puppy had slipped her leash and bolted after the two of you got caught in the rain. Mud was everywhereâon her paws, on the soaked sidewalkâand you watched in horror as she ran straight for the tall, dark-skinned man with deep waves and glistening golden grills, his baggy jeans and fresh Dunks standing no chance against the chaos she brought.
The muddy paws left stains all over his jeans, and you were mortified. You snatched her up quickly, firing off apology after apology, even offering to clean his shoes and pants. You were so embarrassed you swear you felt your soul leave your body.
But he just shrugged it off, his low brown eyes soft, paired with a small smile that eased your panic.
âYou good,â he said simply, his voice calm and mellow, while you were seconds from collapsing in shame.
That day never left your mind, especially after you somehow ended up in a relationship with the man. Ony was so... nonchalant.
You yapped his ear off from morning until sundown, never running out of things to say, and he never once complained. When you accidentally knocked over his grinder, spilling his entire stash of weed, he didnât get madâhe just kissed you on the forehead to quiet your babbling apologies. When you bleached his Chrome Hearts hoodie, almost crying over it, he shrugged and said, âItâs just a hoodie. Iâll get a new one.â And he did.
He was a sweetheart through and through. He spoiled you, listened to you, and made you feel like you could do no wrong. Even when he proposedâafter three years togetherâit was the most emotion and the most words youâd ever heard him say all at once.
Most of your love lived in unspoken gestures. A look, a kiss on the temple, his hand resting on your knee when you ranted about your day. You always seemed to read his mind before he had to say anything. And you were okay with itâOnyâs silence spoke volumes.
So when his friends sat around telling wild storiesâabout your Ony chasing some guy down three blocks for stepping on his shoeâyou just blinked, completely dumbfounded.
âThat was not my Onya,â you said, shaking your head.
It was one of those late summer days where the air felt heavy with heat and conversation. You and Ony were at one of Sasha��s backyard barbecuesâloud music, too much smoke in the air, and way too many faces you didnât know. You didnât mind, though. Ony always brought you along, hand warm in yours, whispering low in your ear, âYou good, ma. I got you.â
But today, Ony had disappeared somewhere in the crowd. Probably off somewhere smoking a blunt to cool. You didnât mind. Coco was leashed at your side, her tail wagging as she sniffed around, and you were content grabbing a soda from the cooler, letting the afternoon sun warm your shoulders.
Until you noticed him.
Tall, built like Ony but rougher around the edges. His smile didnât reach his eyes, and something about him set you on edge.
âCute dog,â he said, nodding at Coco, who barked happily.
âThanks,â you replied, polite but wary. âSheâs a menace, but sheâs ours.â
The man chuckled, eyes lingering on you. Too long. âYours and Onyâs, huh? Never thought Iâd see the day Ony got himself all... domesticated.â
You blinked, thrown off by his words. âYeah. Weâre engaged.â
For emphasis, you lifted your hand and showed off the engagement ring sitting proudly on your finger. Ony had picked it out himself, saying something about it being âthe only rock that could keep up with you.â
The manâs grin faltered for a second before turning sharp again, something ugly flickering behind his eyes. âMan... Ony really cleaned up. Bet you donât know half of what he used to be on.â
You shifted your weight, suddenly uncomfortable. âDo you know Ony?â
Before he could answer, you felt it. The shift in the air.
You turned to see Ony stepping up, shoulders squared, jaw tight. His calm, lazy demeanor was gone, replaced with something cold and dangerous.
âYo,â Onyâs voice was low, sharp like a blade. âWhat the hell you doinâ here, Ricky?â
The man, Ricky, smirked, completely unfazed. âRelax, bro. Just catching up with your girl. Didnât know I wasnât allowed to say hi.â
Ony ignored him and stopped in front of you, his hand gently brushing your elbow, like he needed to feel you there, steady and safe. âYou okay?â he murmured, voice softer now.
âIâm fine,â you said quickly, searching his face. âWho isââ
âYou donât talk to her,â Ony cut you off, his voice sharper again as he looked back at Ricky. âEver.â
Ricky barked out a laugh, shaking his head like the whole thing was a joke. âDamn, Ony. You really changed, huh? Wife. Dog. Family barbecues. You think this erases all that sh*t we did? Think it makes you better than me?â
You looked between them, confusion swirling in your chest.
Rickyâs smirk widened. âYou ainât gonna tell her? About Kev?â
The name hit Ony like a physical blow. His whole body went rigid.
âWhoâs Kev?â you asked, your voice trembling.
Ricky grinned, ignoring you. âThe one who didnât make it âcause we were out there actinâ reckless. But you remember that, huh?â
It happened so fast you gasped. Onyâs fist collided with Rickyâs jaw, sending him stumbling back.
âOny!â you cried as Coco barked wildly.
The crowd turned, the music seeming to dim as Onyâs voice rang out. âKeep my name out your mouth!â
Ricky spat blood and grinned like heâd won. âSame old Ony.â
Ony let Eren drag him back, but his face was still tight, his body vibrating with rage. He didnât stop to explain. He just scooped Coco into your arms and pulled you out of the backyard, his hand gripping your waist.
âWhat the fuck was that, Onyakopon?â you hissed as you reached the car.
âGet in the fuckinâ car,â he snapped.
The tone stunned you into silence. It was the first time in three years Ony had ever raised his voice at you. Before you could argue, he lifted you off your feet, set you in the passenger seat, buckled you in, and slammed the door.Â
The ride home was silent, the tension so thick it choked the air. Onyâs jaw was set, teeth gritted as his knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. You sat stiff in the passenger seat, arms crossed over your chest as you stared out the window. Even the low hum of the engine felt deafening.
When you got home, the silence followed. Ony unlocked the door, opened it for you like he always did, and set your purse down, but his movements were robotic, like he was on autopilot. You didnât moveâjust stood there staring at him.
Finally, you snapped.
âYou donât get to act like nothing happened, Ony!â Your voice trembled with anger, eyes blazing as you threw your hands up. âWhat the hell was that back there?â
Ony didnât answer. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the couch, walking straight to the kitchen like he hadnât heard you.
âDonât walk away from me!â you shouted, following him. âDonât you dareââ
âI said it donât matter!â he barked, whirling around. His voice was sharp and raw, cutting through the air like a blade.
You flinched but stood your ground, refusing to let him shut you out. âHow can you say that? That man knew you, Ony. He knew things about you I donât! And the way you hit him? Who was that?! Because it sure as hell wasnât the man I know!â
Ony ran a hand down his face, pacing back and forth. âYou donât need to know that part of me.â
âWhy?â you shot back, stepping closer, fists clenched at your sides. âBecause youâre ashamed? Because you donât want me to see who you used to be?â
He stopped dead in his tracks, his chest heaving as he looked at you, eyes dark and stormy. âIt ainât like that.â
âThen what is it, Ony?â you pushed, voice trembling. âYou canât stand here and tell me you love meâask me to marry youâand then keep this huge part of yourself locked away like it doesnât exist.â
âYou donât get it!â he snapped, voice booming. âI was reckless, alright? I was a dumb kid, running around, doing shit I ainât proud of. You really wanna hear how bad it got? You really wanna know the kind of man I used to be?â His voice cracked, his fists shaking at his sides. âI ainât that man anymore. I canât be.â
You stared at him, your chest tight with a mix of anger and heartbreak. âI want all of you, Ony,â you whispered fiercely. âNot just the version you think I deserve. I donât care how ugly it gets. Iâm not some fragile thing you need to protect from the truth.â
He froze, shoulders slumping as he stared at you, something breaking behind his eyes. âIâm tryinâ, ma,â he said hoarsely, his voice barely above a whisper. âIâm tryinâ so damn hard to leave that shit behind. You donât know what itâs like, carryinâ that with me every day. Losinâ Kev... I donât ever want to feel that again. I donât want you to look at me like Iâm some monster.â
Your face softened, tears spilling as you stepped closer. âIâm not gonna look at you like that,â you said, your voice shaky but sure. âBut I need you to trust me. I need you to stop pushing me away.â
Onyâs gaze flickered to yours, the fight finally draining out of him. He let out a long, unsteady breath and sank down onto one of the kitchen chairs, resting his elbows on his knees as he rubbed his face.
âIâm sorry,â he muttered, his voice rough. âIâm sorry I scared you back there. I just... when I saw Ricky talking to you, all I could think about was keepinâ you away from that part of my life. Away from him.â
You took a deep breath, the anger still simmering but softened by his words. âIâm not going anywhere, Ony. But you gotta stop keeping me out.â
He looked up at you then, eyes raw and vulnerable. âYou deserve better than the mess I used to be.â
You stepped in front of him, taking his face in your hands and forcing him to look at you. âYouâre not that man anymore,â you said softly. âI see you, Ony. I see who you are now. And Iâm here because I love youâall of you.â
His expression cracked, something deep in him finally breaking free. He let out a shuddering breath, his hands sliding up to rest on your waist. âDamn, ma,â he whispered, his voice thick. âI donât deserve you.â
You shook your head, brushing your thumb over his cheek. âStop saying that.â
Onyâs hands tightened on your waist, his eyes holding yours. âLet me make it up to you,â he said softly, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine.
You blinked at him, breath hitching. âOny...â
His gaze darkened, the tension between you shiftingâcharged and electric. Slowly, he stood up, his towering frame forcing you to tilt your chin up to keep looking at him. He leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a kiss so soft it made your knees weak.
âPlease,â he murmured against your lips, his voice husky and full of promise. âLet me make it up to you, baby. I got you. Always.â
His hands slid up your sides, slow and deliberate, his touch both gentle and possessive. You melted into him, your fingers tangling in his hair as he deepened the kissâsoft and tender at first, then hungrier, like he couldnât get close enough to you.
âOny,â you breathed, your voice trembling as he kissed down your jaw, his lips trailing warmth along your skin.
âIâm sorry,â he whispered against your neck, his words punctuated by soft kisses. âFor everything. I swear Iâm gonna be better. You just gotta let me show you.â
You swallowed hard, your hands gripping his shoulders. âShow me, then.â
He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his dark eyes searching yours. âI will,â he said quietly, his voice rough with emotion. âStarting right now.â
And thatâs how you found yourself lying back on the bed, your body a tangled mess of need and warmth as your fiancĂŠ, lost himself in your ocean. His hands gripped your thighs with a possessive force, pulling them up and against your chest as his tongue worked in ways only he knew how to, bringing you to places youâd only ever reached with him. Every motion was deliberate, skilledâeach flick, each touch of his fingers pushing you further, deeper into pleasure. His strength held you in place, leaving you no space to escape the sensations he stirred in you. His mouth, hot and insistent, tasted you, marked you, as if he couldnât get enough, as if you were the only thing that mattered in that moment.
The pleasure became too much. Your body jerked, squirming away from the relentless skill of Onyâs tongue, but he was quicker, stronger. His grip tightened on your thighs, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. His large palm landed on the side of your thigh with a sharp smackânot hard enough to hurt, but enough to make you freeze and gasp.
âWhere you think you goinâ, mama?â His voice was low, husky, as he leaned up, his lips and chin glistening with your essence. His golden grills caught the light, making him look both dangerous and divine. âWhy you runninâ from me? Iâm just tryna apologize.â
Your whine came out incoherent, the words caught in your throat as his dark, smoldering eyes stayed fixed on you. He towered over you now, his body an imposing figure as he crawled over you, caging you beneath him. His breath was hot against your cheek, and you stared up at him, dazed, your vision swimming with glassy tears of overwhelming bliss.
âLook at you,â he murmured, his lips pulling into that half-smile, wet and sinful. His smooth, dark skin gleamed, catching the dim light in a way that made him almost unreal, too beautiful to belong to one person aloneâbut he was yours. Completely yours. âSo fuckinâ pretty, baby,â he praised, brushing a thumb over your cheek to catch a stray tear.
Your body trembled as he shifted, lining himself up with slow precision. Then he pushed into you, your shared groans filling the room as he sank in deep. Your fingers clutched at his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as he stretched you perfectly.
âMy pretty fuckinâ wife,â he growled against your lips, his voice thick with possession and reverence.
You didnât have the strength to replyâjust a soft moan as your legs locked around his waist, anchoring him to you, letting him take you to where only he could.
The slow, deliberate roll of Onyâs hips sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, leaving you trembling beneath him. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against your temple as he whispered, âYou feel so good, baby. Perfectâjust for me.â
You could only moan in response, your hands sliding down his back, nails raking gently across his skin. Every movement he made was precise, deliberate, and meant to unravel you. His pace quickened, his control slipping as he pushed deeper, his grunts mixing with your cries.
âOny,â you gasped, your voice breaking. Your legs trembled as you wrapped them tighter around his waist, desperate to feel all of him.
âI got you, mama,â he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. âAinât lettinâ go. You hear me?â His words were both grounding and intoxicating, pulling you further into the bliss he created with every stroke.
The heat built between you, your breaths turning shallow and ragged. Onyâs forehead rested against yours, his dark, hooded eyes never leaving your face. âLook at me,â he commanded softly, his voice deep and low.
Your glazed eyes fluttered open to meet his, and the intensity in his gaze made your chest tighten. âI love you,â he said suddenly, his voice raw, almost breaking.
The words hit you like a tidal wave, a sob catching in your throat. âI love you too,â you whimpered, your voice trembling as your hands cupped his face.
His lips met yours in a searing kiss, his pace growing erratic, matching the desperate beat of your heart. âYouâre mine,â he growled against your lips, his movements growing sharper, deeper. âAll mine.â
Your body tensed, pleasure coiling tight in your core until it finally snapped, sending shockwaves through you. Your back arched as you cried out his name, your nails digging into his shoulders.
Ony wasnât far behind, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep, a guttural groan escaping his throat. His body shuddered against yours, his head falling to the crook of your neck as he whispered your name like a prayer.
For a while, neither of you moved, the only sounds in the room your mingled breaths and the faint rustle of the sheets. Onyâs weight was solid and grounding on top of you, his hands still gripping your thighs as though he was afraid to let go.
Finally, he shifted, pressing a gentle kiss to your collarbone before rolling to the side, pulling you with him. He tucked you into his chest, his large hand splaying across your back.
âYou good, mama?â he asked softly, his lips brushing against your forehead.
âMore than good,â you murmured, your voice still shaky. You tilted your head up to look at him, your heart swelling at the tenderness in his gaze. âI love you, Ony.â
âI love you more,â he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. He kissed you again, slow and sweet, before resting his forehead against yours.
As your breathing evened out and sleep began to tug at your senses, Ony whispered, âAinât nothinâ in this world I wouldnât do for you, baby. You know that, right?â
âI know,â you replied softly, nuzzling into his chest. âAnd Iâd do the same for you.â
The last thing you felt before drifting off was Onyâs fingers tracing lazy circles on your back, his lips pressing one last lingering kiss to your hair.
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a simple complication
cw: 1.6k wc, female reader, miscommunication my beloved, you have no idea how to confess your feelings to the one miya twin who doesn't remember what happened at suna's party

Youâve never once felt uncomfortable in a Miya household but, as you stand frozen by the doorstep, you realize that just might be about to change.
As you take a deep breath, relentless inner monologue giving its best shot at calming you down, Osamu suddenly swings the door open and you find yourself taking a wobbly step back, surprised. One garbage bag in hand, he looks equally startled.
âHeyâ, he smiles after a moment, âwhat are ya doing?â.
You can barely look him in the eye, which only confuses him more.
âNothing. I mean, I wanted to see you. Was hoping we could talk?â.
âUh, sure. Come in, Iâll be right backâ.
You quickly do as youâre told, take your shoes off by the door and gingerly shuffle to the couch before your brain decides you may in fact be too much of a coward to initiate the conversation at all.
The apartment seems empty, which indicates that Atsumu is either sleeping or simply not home. You try to remember how many drinks he had the previous evening, at Sunaâs halloween party, but the entire night is still such a blur. Except from one specific detail that still makes heat crawl from your throat up to the roots of your hair.
God, how could you be so stupid? Itâd be easy to blame it all on the stupid drinks Rintaro kept bringing you, liquid courage, a dumb wink sent your way as he casually suggested it was time you stopped being a pussy. No, it wasnât entirely his fault, although you shouldâve guessed nothing good would come out of a halloween party thrown in the middle of January.
You were in a pretty low effort costume, clown makeup, black dress. Youâre all adults now, which made you think no one would actually commit to the bit as much as they did back in high school or during college, but were soon enough proved wrong as soon as you saw Aran and Rintaro respectively in a Daphne and Velma costume. They looked ridiculous and spectacular at the same time.
The twins were the only ones proving your theory, they both arrived to the party in casual clothes and not one bit of makeup on. A shame, the opportunity to see them wear mascara or eyeliner is rare but when they do men and women are affected all the same. You clearly remember once catching Rintaro himself staring at Osamu for a little too long.
âWhatâs up? Are ya hungry? Brought back some leftovers from the shop, we can have lunch if âTsumu didnât gobble those downâ, his voice makes you jump and your friend stops by the couch, brows suddenly furrowed. âOr not. Are you okay?â.
âYes!â, you should be relieved, honestly, heâs acting normal. Which means that maybe you didnât ruin anything. Are you about to? Perhaps coming was a mistake-
âWhat did you want to talk about?â, Osamu has always been way too good at sensing other peopleâs emotions, he quickly forgets the lunch proposal and sits next to you instead, close enough for your legs to be pressed against each other. You feel like you may be about to combust.
Youâve known him almost all your life, high school feels like a century ago. The Miyas came as a package deal back then, one couldnât exist without the other, but as time passed and adulthood shaped their lives in different ways, most people thought each finally got to exist as his own person. Those people were wrong: at least to you, they always held their own individuality. Itâs what made them special. Itâs what made you fall in love with Samu when he was still a hotheaded teenager, parts of that immature youth still flashing through his grown up demeanor, especially when heâs put in a room with his brother.
âI just wanted to tell you I really value our friendship. You know that, right?â, it feels like you might be about to cry, the way your voice is wavering. He cocks his head.
âWhy are ya being so formal?â, Osamu offers a warm chuckle.
âYou know that, right?â, you insist.
âI doâ, his features soften, ânot sure what Iâd do without you, honestlyâ.
You only realize youâre tormenting your fingers when he covers your nervous hands with his own, warm and solid and so much bigger. Once more, it reminds you of the previous night and suddenly youâre worried you might truly cry. The twins donât do well with tears, every single time theyâve seen you cry throughout the years, they always comically panicked as they awkwardly tried to offer some comfort. It never worked. You wish Kita was here to save the day, just like he always did back then.
âSamu, Iâm sorryâ, you murmur.
âFor what? Now youâre worrying meâ, he squeezes your hands in his and you look up from your lap to meet his perturbed gaze.
Like a slap in the face, it hits you. He doesnât remember. Now, this is a scenario you didnât prepare yourself to face.
Osamu gently bumps his forehead against yours and you almost throw up on the spot.
âHey? Care to let me in that pretty little head of yours?â.
âYou donât remember?â, you donât mean for it to come out in such an accusing pitch but itâs inevitable.
âDonât remember what?â.
Incredulous, you stare back at him. The front door opens once more and this time you both jump. Youâre too shocked to pay attention to Atsumu entering the living room, back from a run and dripping with sweat. Samuâs hands on yours can only remind you of how it felt having them briefly take your face in them as he clumsily tried to kiss you back, or maybe push you away, who can tell? You were too drunk and clearly he was too. You basically jumped his bones in Sunaâs hallway, thank god no one walked by to witness the way you ran away right after. You wish you were drunk enough to forget that too.
âHiâ, Atsumu says and youâre too absorbed by the vortex of your mortifying thoughts to notice how he awkwardly clears his throat.
âHey, âTsumuâ, you say back distractedly, gaze kept on Samuâs coffee table.
âGo take a shower, youâre dripping on my counterâ, Osamu barks as his brother casually opens the fridge to take out a protein shake.
âWhatâs for lunch?â, Atsumu ignores the order and flashes him a grin instead.
âMy elbow in yer ribs if ya donât go take a shower right nowâ.
âJeez, fine. Iâll leave you both to itâ.
Osamu furrows his brows as he watches Atsumu disappear upstairs with his shake and an amused grin heâs unable to interpret. It dawns on him that you barely talked to each other, which is usually not what happens. Youâre disgustingly close, always have been walking the line between being siblings and something else heâs never really been able to pinpoint. He remembers once asking Atsumu if he liked you and he knows his brother well enough to be sure he was being sincere when he scrunched his face and shook his head no. Not like that.
Osamu would lie if he said he never wondered whether you could like him like that. But youâve never been as⌠relaxed with him. It feels like Atsumu is the brother youâre most comfortable with and all these years heâs patiently waited for the news to drop, the relationship to start. Except it never did. He still wonders if âTsumu had to friendly turn you down at some point. He still wonders if you could ever like the Miya youâre clearly less relaxed with, instead.
âWhat did I forget?â, Osamu gently grabs your chin to make sure you look up and meet his gaze once more. Your mouth feels dry.
âWeâŚâ, no, you canât just say that. We kissed. Incorrect. More like you jumped him in a clearly drunken state and he was too much of a gentleman to fully push you away. Itâs a faint memory, his hands on your face, and you canât recall at all if his lips moved along with yours at some point. They most likely didnât. And now, if you tell him, youâll ruin everything. Maybe you should just keep quiet, be a coward and bury the whole thing in a place within your chest, inaccessible to anyone but your sense of guilt.
âWe what?â, for a moment, Osamuâs exceptionally gentle tone, paired with his proximity, is inebriating enough to make you want to kiss him again. Then, something odd catches your attention and you blink a few times, surprised.
âWhatâs this?â, you reach to slightly pinch part of his dark hair between your thumb and pointer finger, to remove what looks like a gold grain. Itâs dry and barely visible on your fingertip.
He follows your gaze and lets you go, slightly pulling back with a smile.
âAh, that. I thought I washed it all offâ, Osamu casually runs a hand through his hair a few times, âitâs temporary color sprayâ.
âYouâre gonna dye your hair again?â.
âNah. âTsumu thought itâd be hilarious if we came to the party with a costume no one would notice. I think only Shinsuke guessed it by the end of the night and even he wasnât so sureâ, he offers a handsome grin but you feel petrified.
âWhat costume?â.
âWe went as each other! Ya couldnât tell us apart, could ya?â.
His amused smile slowly melts away as he takes in your horrified expression, eyes growing bigger by the second.
âAre you oka-â
âOh my godâ.
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âA little bit⌠or a lotâ (Min Ho x Reader)
Summary: K.I.S.S resident Marco will not leave Y/n alone so the night at the club Min Ho comes to her rescue and they set themselves up in fake relationship to make sure the guy gets a hint, but will their friendship survive the blurred lines?
Warnings: kissing, divorce
Word count: 8.7K
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âNot again,â I say out loud subconsciously, Kitty and I are once again in the boys flat just studying with Q, and I lay my phone face down frustrated.
Q and Kitty turn towards me immediately, annoyance showing in their eyes, but not at me âWhat did he say this time?â Q asks.
I just pass him my phone; Kitty gets up from lying on her stomach and looks over his shoulder, her face twists and turns as she reads the message.
âI mean it could kind of be kinda⌠romantic- no?â
âWhat can be seen as romantic?â Min Ho says walking in through the dorm door and taking off his shoes, looking between the three of us.
I let out a loud sigh and twist to lie on my back laying a pillow over my face, âItâs Marco he keeps message me,â I hug the pillow to my chest.
Q laughs, âHeâs pestering her and very clearly not getting a hint,â he says pointing the phone in Min Hoâs direction, he pulls a disgusted face as he reads the message.
âThey say you are what you attract,â Min Ho says with a level of sass and walks into his room closing the door behind him.
âNo one has ever said thatâ Kitty exclaimed in a whisper and the three of us burst into a fit of laughter.
Q passed the phone back to me and I immediately threw it to the other side of the sofa, âThat guy seriously needs to chill,â Q says turning back to the textbook and question sheet.
âHonestly Iâm so tired of it, Iâm scared heâs gonna try something in person,â I said, both my friends shoot my empathetic looks, trying to be supportive, but it doesnât look like Marco is going to leave me alone any time soon.
Kitty started to gather up all her resources, âOkay time to stop this,â she says getting up and putting the stuff in her bag. I try to argue with her that weâve only done half the homework questions, but she ignores me and keeps packing.
âLook I need time to get ready for this date with Praveena, I really think things could work out between us, so I want to put the effort in,â she explains, Q and I look at each other and identical smiles spread across our faces, âPlus Iâm still yet to match make you and I think itâs time you find someone for you, and it might help Marco move on,â I give her the can we not talk about this right now look but then Q agrees.
He stands up to leans against the sofa arm and looks down at me, âWeâre gonna have so much fun, come on smileee,â he says reaching out an arm and pulling me up.
We agree to finish the work tomorrow and to meet in two hours to head out to the club. A new DJ was playing and most everyone in the friendship group wanted to go.
When we arrive the atmosphere is perfect, the music is energetic but cool, the lights and decorations are the exact level of out there and complimentary, and everyone seems to be enjoying themselves. Kitty is quickly stolen away by Praveena and taken to the dance floor.
Dae, Q and I make our way to get mocktails before also heading to the dance floor, I watch Q looking around as if he were shopping for guys, which to be fair was exactly his plan for the night- a little distraction from the stress of tomorrowâs race and I was not going to stop him. Dae on the other hand looked stiff and uncomfortable but trying to move around doing something that kind of resembled dance moves.
âOh my god,â Q says suddenly, and I follow his eyeline only to be met with the one and only, enemy on and off the track: Jin. Q looks⌠frankly offended at the sight and excuses himself.
When I turn back around to Dae heâs disappeared too, I look around but I canât see him so go back to the bar to get another mocktail, then I finally find him talking to a group of girls at the back of the club and then I find Q making out with Jin so I went back for another drink and sat at the bar just people watching, all my friends were spread around.
Thatâs when I heard his voice. âY/n!â Marco said sitting down next to me, I closed my eyes for a second. Great â now him. I couldnât have my sad song music video moment, and I had to talk to him.
âMarco,â I say and it accidentally comes out a little too high pitched.
âWhat is such a pretty girl doing sat at the bar by herself?â he asks shuffling his seat closer and ordering a drink, being a good friend, I wanted to tell him, by not cockblocking any of my friends but I just donât answer.
I finish the last of my drink and turn around to put it on the counter, in turn he places his hand on the counter almost touching my arm and leans closer to me, âDid you wanna get out of here? We could go grab some food or something,â he asked and I cringed internally.
Opening my mouth to answer he interrupts me, âCome on Y/n, we can go to that barbeque palace you love,â.
I grab my bag and stand as I say, âMarco I donât-â
âThere you are babe,â someone says from behind me, I feel an arm being strung against my shoulder, I turn to see Min Ho just as he presses a kiss to my forehead. He sees the confusion, and maybe a little fear in my eyes and nods subtly to Marco.
âYep, just been waiting for you,â I reach my arm around his middle, he pulls me closer to him.
âBye Marco,â Min Ho says simply and turns us away from the brunette walking in the direction of the exit.
What the hell just happened.
âWhat the hell just happened?â I said out loud this time as the outside breeze soothed me.
Min Ho just sighed taking his arm away, âI just saved your ass, youâre welcome by the way,â he explains.
âThank you,â I say still in the state of shock.
âHe really must not talk to many girls,â he continues, âyou looked, repulsed, to say the least,â then one of his brows raised, âI canât tell who I feel worse for, you, or that poor, helpless guy,â.
I shove my shoulder into his slightly, he swayed to one side by a step, a smile playing on his lips, I shook my head in response.
âWhat were you doing at the club anyway? I thought you said,â and then I turned on my best Mino Ho accent impression, âThe sweat and heat of those places is terrible for my skin,â. The cool January breeze was rustling against my skin, and it was a pleasant contrast to the club which was starting to feel claustrophobic.
âI wanted to hear the DJ live, Iâm considering hiring her for my next party,â he says placing his hands into his pockets, I wrapped mine around my jumper.
âSo how long has this guy- whatâs his name Mark- been bothering you?â Min Ho asked as we walk out towards the dorm buildings.
âMarco,â I say- he knew his name just chose to be petty, then I ran my hand through my hair but didnât look at him when I answer, âHonestly pretty much since beginning of last semester but the messaging started getting more frequent over the break,â.
âWhy havenât you told anyone about it earlier?â he asked as if I was being an inconvenience to him, I explain to him that itâs never been anything big, he wasnât being rude or demanding he just didnât seem to understand that I wasnât interested and the more I was pushing the more he was latching on.
âNo every man can be as good as me, clearly,â
âClearly,â I join in on his banter, âbut seriously, thank you for saving me, I know how much how that must have killed you inside, to have to align yourself with me in such a way,â I said exaggerating, of course he didnât actually feel this way, we are friends, but it was an inside joke in the friend group that Min Ho was just better than everyone.
Min Ho stopped in his track taking in a deep breath, âFine, Iâll be your pretend boyfriend,â.
âWhat?- Min Ho Iâm not asking you to-â the words fell out my mouth quickly.
He brushed me off immediately, âUntil Marco leaves you alone. You should be thankful that Iâm such a good person,â he starts walking again. I take a few quick paced steps to catch up to him.
âMin Ho you really donât have to, I think heâs got it,â I argued but I Â agree with the words coming out of my mouth, if anything a one off like this was likely to propel Marco more, as if this were some kind of challenge for all I knew.
âYouâre so ungrateful,â
âOk fine,â I say defeated, âThank you,â this time with more emotion.
âIt was time to do some charity work anyway,â he said messing up my hair, my face scrunched up in reaction. The rest of the way home in his car was spent arguing about what the best snack for film night was, then what the best film is and soon enough we were back on K.I.S.S grounds.
Min Ho walked me to the door of the girlâs dorm, now that we were alone we discussed what this arrangement meant, and what we were going to tell our friends. The answer was nothing, we were gonna leave them in the dark, one of them was likely to blabber and this needed to seem real. We would act as a couple in front of others but mostly when Marco was around. Not going over the top but just enough to make him believe. When we got to the door we looked at each other.
âWhat do we tell them when they ask how this happened?â
âWe say that you finally fell for my handsome look and irresistible charm,â he says running a hand through his hair, âI mean it was bound to happen, everyone does,â
âOkay Min Ho, whatever,â and then we quickly came up with our cover story.
âNight L/nâ
âGoodnight Min Ho,â
Then he was walking in the direction of the boyâs dorm and I look at my phone that was buzzing mercilessly the last few minutes, a bunch of texts were shining brightly back at me.
Kitty: Where are you?
Kitty: Helloooo
Kitty: We want to leave soon
Q: Girl weâre worried answer the phone
Q: missed call (2)
Kitty: missed call (3)
Yuri: Y/n meet us by the front door
Kitty: Swear Iâm going to expose all ur secrets if you donât answer
Shoot.
I was so wrapped up in the Marco situation and then Min Ho that I didnât even think to text any of them. Not wanting to call any of them right now I text Kitty a quick explanation, that I wasnât feeling well and Min Ho took us home.
My reply was met with several other messages, but I just got inside our room, got changed and jumped into bed. Twenty minutes later the girls arrived in the dorm but I was  pretending I was asleep, which I almost was, so a little white lie. They wouldâve wanted to know what happened and I wasnât quite ready to fake having a relationship in front of my friends.
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Over the next few days all was pretty normal, I didnât see much of Min Ho outside of lessons, he was busy with avoiding his father and I was busy helping Kitty figure out who this Simon guy we are searching for is. Though on Thursday morning there was some flowers delivered to our door whilst we were having breakfast, I managed to get to the card before the girls thankfully and since then they wouldnât stop prying.
That was until tonight, our weekly movie nights, I was feelings blessed with the fact that it was finally Friday, but I also didnât know how to behave.
âIâm dreading whatever weâre gonna watch tonight,â Yuri says as we walk through the boyâs dorm building.
Kitty is flinging her popcorn bag, âI know I hate it when the boys pick, itâs always some kind of action film,â she says.
âTheyâre not always that bad,â Julianna says bringing Yuriâs hand, which she was holding, up to her lips to give it a kiss.
Even though I didnât mind the action films or the thrillers it was when they put on horror films that I wanted to run and hide- I donât judge what people like but itâs lowkey not for me.
âOh guys remind me to ask Jin for that smoothie recipe before we leave tonight,â Yuri says as we arrive at the door. Kitty reaches for the handle and lets herself right in, we all take our shoes off and say hello to everyone. Giving the boys the benefit of the doubt they did prepare hot drinks and brought some blankets into the living area.
âAre you girls ready to dive into Infested?â Min Ho says coming out his and Daeâs room, the latter following behind him with a closed lipped smile.
âNooo,â I drag out and look at Q begging him for some support, he just gives me one of those pitying smiles. That night on the way back from the club I told Min Ho that I refused to go watch the film in cinemas or at all.
Dae pats my shoulder as he walks past, âSorry Y/n it was Min Hoâs turn to pick this time,â he said taking the drinks from the counter and passing them out to those who have already sat down.
Min Ho took a place on the edge of the sofa, I helped Q grab the bowls with snacks and lay them on the table as the others chatted, Jin was using the remote to turn on the film. I look towards Kitty to go join her and sit in front of the sofa when Min Ho catches my eye.
He nods his head ever so subtly, urging me to come sit next to him, I abide with some reluctance.
âL/nâ he says lifting the blanket, I sit down with my legs curled up to my body, âI really do think youâre going to hate this movie,â his smile is sadistic, I go to elbow him and he flinches away.
âThatâs my opinion,â I say sweetly.
After asking if everyone was ready Jin turned the movie on, and as expected it was creepy and eerie and my mouth was curled up in discomfort within the first 15 minutes. When everyone is deeply focused on the film I turn my head to Min Ho slightly.
âAlso- flowers. Really?â I whispered shaking my head.
âDo you want this to be believable or not?â he said back still watching the screen, does he actually send flowers to the girls he was dating, just because?
âWho knew you were such a gentleman,â I teased and I just watched him roll his eyes before turning back to the screen, my distraction did not want to distract me from whatever the hell was happening on the screen.
About half an hour passed before jumpscare scared me so bad that I turned my head to the side covering my eyes and almost hit Min Ho who was sat very close to me. A low chuckle escaped him, then he was laying his arm around me, I felt myself stiffening, it was unexpected, but it only took a second for my body to relax.
After Kitty returned from the toilet later on during the movie she looked at me, her eyes widening as if Iâd grown another head, her eyes scanned from me to Min Ho, back to me then to him in a questioning look. After I failed to satisfy her need for answer she sat back down and pulled her phone out, then I felt another two pairs of eyes on me, but I forced myself to keep my eyes on the screen. How long did we have of this film yet?
At some point Min Ho started to brush his fingers back and forth across the skin on arm, it was calming, and if it was anyone else, in any other circumstance Iâd find it endearing, romantic.
When the movie was finished, I was half asleep on the sofa, my head on Min Hoâs chest, no one said anything about our position as they started getting up and cleaning, but they did look back once or twice to check if they were seeing things right.
I got up to help washing up, putting my jumper back on after unfurling from the warm blanket.
âSo donât worry guys weâll be back with a super cheesy romance next week!â Kitty says clapping her hands together and then hugging Q goodbye. I laid the tea towel on counter ready to go get my shoes back on too.
One step into my journey I was stopped, everyone was still chatting and getting ready to leave, as a pair of arms wrapped around me.
âBye babe,â came Min Hoâs voice, a little louder than usual, just to make sure everyone heard, and before I knew what was happening, he was turning me around slightly, his eyes going to my lips, then to my eyes, and he clearly did not read the panic in my eyes as he leaned down and kissed me briefly.
âBye,â I said almost breathlessly, turning back to see all our friends trying to hide their shock.
The walk back to our dorm was very quiet, Yuri complained that no one reminded her to get the smoothie recipe from Jin and Kitty was listing rom coms, but what would usually be loud was rather quiet.
That was until we were all within the space of our dorm.
âWhat the hell was that?!â Yuri exclaimed Â
âYeah, I think you have some explaining to do,â Kitty says fidgeting excitedly
I hang up my jacket before turning back to them, âGuys itâs not a big deal,â
âNot a big deal!â Kitty started, âIs this where you disappeared to last week after ditching us at the club
âActually, you guys all ditched meâŚâ
Julianna joined in âSo not the point, but seriously you canât say itâs not a big deal,â
âYou and Min Ho have been butting heads all of last semester,â Yuri states.
âThatâs irrelevant, what happened that night?â Kitty pestered excitedly.
I lifted myself to sit on the island counter, âHe ended up coming to the club so he could listen to the DJ, he thought he might hire her for his next party, I bumped into him on my way outside, the hot air was giving me a headache and we just talked, and then came back and talked some more,â I pull my lips into a shy smile.
âJust talked?â Yuri says consciously.
âOkay talked and then, we kissed, it was an in the moment thing but then yeah, weâre just in this kind of middle ground where I donât really know whatâs going on,â
âOh my God, so the flowers the other day were from him?â Yuri pieces it all together.
âI mean I have literally been telling you guys for moths,â Kitty says turning to the other two girl putting her hand out, palm upwards, âYou both owe me,â she says. I shook my head and jumped down from the counter, Kitty had once said as a one off to me that maybe this line of annoyance with each other was more, but I just brushed her off, and now I feel bad tricking her, but it wouldnât be for long.
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We all got stuck into the semester really fast the next few weeks, lessons were harder, and Kitty was actively doing opposite of what her intention was this semester with Praveena and Yuri, but at least we were making progress on her family situation. Min Ho and I were acting like a happy couple every time we all met up or Marco was around, which was decreasing the more times he saw Min Ho with his arm around me or whispering something judgy about someone else in my ear making me laugh.
This meant we started spending more time together and I was learning so much about him, one night when everyone else went out we cooked dinner, well more accurately he cooked dinner whilst I tried helping but he just sent me away to the other side of the kitchen island and I watched him sheepishly.
âStop looking at me like that L/nâ he said not even looking up from the vegetables he was chopping, and I felt a blush rise on my face.
There was also the first time I spent time in his room, we had been texting and I was complaining about homework for one of the classes and he told me to just come over and he would help me. We were doing homework sat on his bed listening to music, his back pressed against the wall, and I was laying on my stomach facing him as we worked out the answers.
The someone creaked open the door slightly, âI want to come in so stop making out!â Dae warned and Min Ho and I looked at each other as if that was the most disgusting thought. He was not a bad kisser, in fact the last few weeks Iâve found out quite the opposite, but I wasnât about to boost his ego.
We all also ended up going to the Moonâs cabin for the holiday weekend, unfortunately his dad didnât come up, Min Ho said that there was something more important with his favourite son. He played it off cooly, but I could see the hurt in his eyes but he said he didnât want to talk about it.
That first night when everyone else had fallen asleep I snuck out to the kitchen to get some water, and there was Min Ho sat on the sofa scrolling through his phone, he looked tired with the light illuminating his face in the dark.
âCanât sleep?â I asked, but he just murmured a reply. I grabbed a blanket and went to sit down next to him, âmaybe you should talk to him Min Ho,â I raised the idea gently.
He shook his head and put his head down, âAnd say what? Oh by the way dad thanks for not coming to the weekend getaway you wanted and always choosing everything and everyone else over me, I donât think soâ he says sharply but I know itâs directed at me. I turn his face to look at me, the persona falls then.
I put my arms around him and pull him close into a hug, running my hand up and down his back and nape as his head is hidden against my neck.
âBe careful L/n or youâll actually fall in love with me,â he said turning his head ever so slightly to look at me.
âYou wish,â
But he didnât move away, we sat in silence for a while and when I whispered his name I got no reply, only to notice that heâd fallen asleep.
The Kitty came out the corridor to see us, I was running a hand through his hair as I was also starting to doze off, and Kitty whispered, âIs he okayâ.
I nodded, âYeah he will be,â, and then she was heading back to the bedroom with an I told you smile. Over the last few weeks, I did come to care for Min Ho more, as a friend, I got to know more about him and how heâs actually a human with his own shit going on, but he just doesnât let people in. The rest if our time was spent, playing games and sitting in the hot tub in the evening, there was minimal drama apart from the whole Yuri, Julianna, Kitty and Praveena love letter, and Min Hoâs dad bailing but we made the most of the trip.
By the time we got back it was only two weeks until the schoolâs annual ball, this yearâs theme was going to be âBlossom Ballâ. In all honesty I didnât think Min Ho and I would be keeping this thing up for so long but maybe it was time to end it before the ball, I knew more than a couple girls were hoping for my downfall so they could go with him, and in part I did feel guilty, one of these girls could be someone he could really fall for.
After overhearing another not-so-subtle conversation in one of my extracurricular classes I decided that it was time to put it to an end.
That was until I was walking through the common room area and was bombarded by 5 people with signs, pink glittery writing spread out on them, music was turned on really loud behind me, a well known Korean love song. The signs read:
âY/nâ âWill youâ âgo toâ âthe danceâ âwith me?â
Then Marco burst through the crowd of guys with a single flower in his hands, dropping down to one knee in front of me.
I could feel the eyes of all the other students, and their whispers, mostly judging Marco, because like come on, from the onlooker of an outsider, who asks out a girl to prom when sheâs had a boyfriend for the past two months? I could feel the frustration building up under my skin.
âMarco can you just give it a break! I have a boyfriend, that I really like for gods sake. Leave me alone!â I say with more fire than I had intended
âI guess thatâs my cue, excuse me mate,â Min Ho says coming from behind Marco who is stuck with a mortified face looking towards us.
âNow that that joke of a man is out the way, will you go to the Blossom Ball with me L/nâ he asked lifting the pink roses he held, for a moment something fluttered in my heart and I reminded myself this is not real, itâs for show. I just needed to get through the ball and then we could go back to the way things were, and my heart would stop doing summersaults every time he touched me or smiled at me.
I pulled the âare you joking faceâ and a smile, a genuine smile, spreads over my lips, I can almost drown out the pathetic complaints from Marco. A but of guilt was eating away at me but not even those surrounding us were paying him any pity, still those who were looking  were looking at Min Ho and I.
âYes, of course,â I reply and reaching for the flowers, the second theyâre out of his hands both of them are on my face and he kisses me boldly and I can feel myself blush at the reactions of all the students. The thing about Min Ho was that he didnât need big signs or loudly blaring music to make something grand and meaningful.
âWell, I hope you have a black dress to wear so you can match my suit,â
âAnd what If I donât?â I asked in a challenge.
âThen I guess youâll be going with Mr grand gesture over there,â he points his thumb behind his back and shrugs before walking away. I watch him walk away for a moment, the audacity of this kid.
âYou coming?â he asked turning around briefly and I shake my head before catching up with him.
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Thankfully the dress that I bought a while back was black and I have to admit I was looking fucking hot, with my hair curled and let down, my makeup and the black and white corsage that Min Ho dropped off earlier.
âWell well well, Min Ho is being treated tonight,â Kitty says coming out from the bathroom, now too in her dress, a satin red gown, she looked absolutely stunning, anyone would be lucky to have her.
âAnd who are you planning on wooing tonight Miss Covey,â I said pointing up and down her body, âYou look stunning Kitty, all eyes will be on you,â I tell her and she comes give me a hug, everything in Kittyâs love life was still a little bit on fire and in chaos but she was dealing with it, I was there for her. She was doing okay and we found her family, who wasnât exactly talking to her yet but we got the letters from Peter and we would make them listen one way or another.
We finished getting ready and headed out, the ball was on the other side of campus in one of the new buildings, I couldnât wait to see all the decorations, and the view was said to be absolutely stunning. We met Yuri and Julianna outside the dorm building and made our way over together. The air was a perfect mix of fresh but also pleasantly warm so none of us had to wear jackets.
âYou guys all look absolutely fire,â Q states the second he sees us in an exaggerated voice, complimenting little things about our looks and conveying that we may burn the building down with how hot we look.
âIs it time we talk about you now diva? Come on give us a spin,â Kitty exclaims and helps him do a little twirl. Then Jin comes back with 2 drinks and drags Q to the dance floor, Julianna and Yuri follow.
âSo,â Kitty says hands behind her back and looking out at the huge room, it truly was stunning, there was petals everywhere and the colour scheme mixed pink and white and black and gold, it looked elegant, and almost too fancy for a school, âWhereâs the lucky guy?â she asks.
âHis dad needed something from him, but he should be here soon,â I said and spotted Praveena in my eyeline, Kittyâs gaze followed mine, âMaybe nowâs the time?â I suggested, Kitty has been trying to work up the courage to talk to her since everything went down at the cabin but she canât seem to find a way and itâs been eating away at her.
She asked five times if I was okay being left along for a while and I urged her to go, she deserved to be happy, and something was telling me that Praveena might be willing to hear her out. I headed over to the bar to get myself a drink, pulling out my phone to see a message from my mom asking me to call me when Iâve got a quiet minute. A wave of anxiety passes through me.
âHi, are you okay?â I look up at the unfamiliar voice.
âExcuse me?â
âSorry, Iâm Josh, you just started to look really pale I thought you were about to faint or something,â he stuck his hand out, the boy has dark blonde hair, and he is learning against the bar with a friendly smile.
I shoved my phone back into my little purse, and shook his hand, âNo Iâm okay, thanks though,â
âUnpleasant message?â he asks and sits down, I take a seat next to him and explain that my family had a poor history of messaging me something really vague things when it was actually something serious and it would make me worry, he then took it upon himself to make me laugh, in his words laugher was one of the best medicines. I found he was from the year above and originally from Canada, and that he wanted my number and to take me out.
The conversation was enjoyable, and he bought me another drink so I gave him my number, he even wanted to dance but I couldnât not save my first dance for my âboyfriendâ, Kitty would be devastated. When he left to go to talk to some of his friends, I looked at the time, I hadnât realised an hour and a half had passed already.
It was then that a figure walking in caught my eye. Min Ho was wearing a stunning black and white suit, his hair in his classic style and yet it looked extra lush right now. Watching him run his hand through it felt as though it was in slow motion. Q who was stood near the entrance caught his searching eyes and pointed in my direction.
âYou look⌠pathetic,â he says in that very Min Ho way of his as he walks over, head turning slightly to the side observing my dress.
I smile subconsciously, âYou too,â.
âIâm sorry Iâm so late you know how my dad is, when heâs in a good mood itâs one thing after another,â he said earnestly.
I shook my head, brows scrunching, âOh no donât worry, I met a new friend, so he kept me company,â
âWho was it?â
âHis names Josh, heâs in the year above us,â I say but Min Ho doesnât seem to look impressed.
He reached his hand forward, a few strands of hair falling forwards, âCome on letâs dance,â he says completely ignoring what I just said, âYou think people will believe youâre actually my girlfriend if I donât even dance with you,â.
A reminder rings in my head, âTrue, Marco might think itâs his time to swoop in,â I say and something about his facial expression changes ever so slightly, the change so small and sudden that I canât read it before itâs gone.
He doesnât say anything just takes a hold of my hand and pulls me towards the dance floor, we stand before each other for less than a second before I reach my hands to rest around his neck, a small awkward chuckle escapes him. This wasnât new, I have been in very close contact with him, but this felt different.
âPlus, I know this is your favourite song,â he says looking right into my eyes, as if he could see right into my soul.
We talked about Kitty, and Q and Jin, and his dad, and what was going to happen with the big talent competition, and what our plans were for the summer neither of us noting that when these plans were happening this was going to be over. Without either of us realising about three songs had passed, we made each other laugh and then tried to pull serious faces but my attempts were poor in comparison to his.
âThis is not fair
âI lo- I really, really like your laugh,â he says correcting himself, I brush him off and move one arm to brush my hair behind my ear. He lifted his hand and tucked the side of my hair behind my ear, then his fingers went to my chin to lift my gaze towards him, his eyes scanning my face.
âL/nâ he said, and I could feel my heart rate increase.
âY/n!â Kittyâs voice shouted out as she approached with our friends, the music turned upbeat and she was pulling my arm to come dance with them, and thatâs how the rest of the dance was spent, drinking fancy looking mocktails and running around and dancing with our friends.
It was a few days later when my mom had flown into Seoul and was going to meet me in a restaurant at the edge of town, I told Min Ho that I was more than capable of going by myself, but he insisted that drive and come with me, I only let him when he agreed to stay in the car. In the car he argued at me about not telling him my mom was flying in and that she could have used his familyâs private jet rather than coach but I told him he was just being ridiculous.
When we arrived at the restaurant I saw mom through the window, she was wearing bright colours and had a gleaming smile on her lips as she scrolled on her phone. Some of the anxiety that I was feeling the last couple of days started to fizzle away. I pulled the sleeves of the hoodie that I stole from Min Ho in the car up and walked in.
âY/n honey!â my mom stood up to give me an embrace.
âHow are you mom?â I asked, âIâve missed you, and dad,â I said I took the seat opposite her.
She brushes her hair behind her ear, âOh itâs been quite chaotic I do have to say,â she starts and grabs a menu, âBut letâs order food first then Iâll explain,â she said, I swallowed down and even though I wanted to argue I chose not to, not yet.
The food arrived and it was delicious, mom was talking telling me about some work drama and my auntâs new baby which was lovely, but she was avoiding whatever she came here to tell me about. After she laid down her cutlery and picked up her phone I spoke up.
âMom, can you tell me whatâs going on?â I asked nervously.
The look in her eyes when she looked up at me had my heart dropping, brows burrowing and worry painting itself over my face.
âYour dad and I are getting a divorce,â
The world stopped. It was like Iâd heard her say the words, but they werenât registering in my head.
âWeâve been separated since you went back to school after the break,â
âWhat? How long has this been going on?â I asked frantic.
Mom moved her hand over the table and grab mine, they were soft and warm, âAbout halfway through last semester, we- weâve been trying to make it work but weâve decided weâll be happier this way,â she said, her thumb running over my skin was not comforting. In all truth it was making me feel nauseous.
I didnât say another word, I grabbed my phone and stood up, putting it in my back pocket and ignoring my momâs words, her calls out to me. The only thing I could see clearly was the door, I needed fresh air.
When I was outside I couldnât stop walking, I headed towards the outside area of the restaurant, towards the back of the fenced land.
âL/n!â a voice called but I didnât turn around.
âY/n!â they called again, at this point I reached the end of the land looking outward tears rolling down my face.
âY/n are you okay? What happened?â Min Ho was asking frantically looking me over.
âTheyâre getting a divorce,â I whispered, the phrase sounded foreign on my lips, âWhich means it was all for nothing,â
His brows furrow and he steps closer, âWhat was for nothing?â
âMy whole childhood I spent listening to them argue, being the one in the middle, smoothing out the creases, bring the common ground, it was all for nothing,â I said again and felt the tears doubling.
âItâs going to be okay, itâs going to get better,â he said and reached his arms wide towards me, I took a few deep breaths and let out a sob, before wrapping my arms around him and letting him pull me close as I cried into his chest, shaking my head in denial.
He brushed his fingers over my hair moving it out of my face, holding me tightly.
âYou must think Iâm such a mess. You definitely did not sign up for this,â I say trying to add a playful tone, but it came out more pathetic than anything.
âY/n Iâd be more worried if you werenât reacting like this,â he said laying his chin on my head, âYouâreâ he paused momentarily, âYouâre kind and caring and loyal and have had a lot of pressure put on you your whole life, itâs normal for you to feel like this, this panicking need to fix it, even when you know you canât make everyone happy,â he explained and I could feel my heart start to slow as I followed his breathing subconsciously.
After another few moments I took another deep breath and pulled away, still holding onto the sides of his open denim jacket, and him the sleeves on the hoodie, not much further apart.
âThank you,â I said, and he wiped the last of my tears off from under my eye.
âThatâs what Iâm here for,â he said and then his eyes went from my eyes to my lips and back up, I could feel him leaning closer and my body naturally reacted, as if it were a dance it knew well. Then his lips were on mine, and they were soft and warm, and moved at exactly the right pace. I kissed back without a second thought, poured everything I was feeling into it, he pulled me close to his body. Thatâs when the second thought came and I pulled away.
âMin Ho, stop, what are we doing?â I asked, running my hand over my forehead, everything in my head a big mixture of mixed emotions and I could feel the tears building up again, the pressure in my chest making my shoulders rise, âThereâs no one here, no need to pretend,â
âY/nâ
âIn fact, I think the mission has ran its course,â I started, âMarcoâs not bothering me anymore, so thank you, for everything, really. But weâve been avoiding this because we donât want things to be weird, but I think itâs time to come back to reality,â the words felt like sandpaper in my throat, âwe should head back,â I said looking at his face, such a mixture of emotions on his face that I couldnât read them. I forced myself to walk past him, he didnât follow straight away but then his steps echoed behind mine.
We sat in silence the whole way back to K.I.S.S and I got out the car before he could say anything, I rushed to my dorm only to be met with all three of the girls upon arrival. The second they spotted me, all faces concerned and I started to cry again. Greving my parents divorce and what felt like the loss of a friendship I so desperately didnât want to end, my words were harsh, and I didnât want to lose his him, but his face was a clear sign.
They all questioned what happened, Julianna made me a tea, Yuri brought in a blanket and Kitty cooed me in her arms. I didnât mention Min Ho, I didnât know how to go about that yet, I didnât want to make either of us look like dickheads, ending this right after what I found out about my parents.
I managed to give myself a huge migraine, so I went to bed early, and fell asleep after crying for what felt like hours.
When I woke up in the middle of the night I looked at my phone to see the time, and what was a few messages from Min Ho.
(20:30) Posh boy: Are you feeling any better?
(20:58) Posh boy: Do you need anything? I can bring some chocolate or ice cream
(21:25) Posh boy: Please answer Iâm worried about you
The last was sent a couple minutes ago,
(02:23) Posh boy: I know youâre asleep, but Iâve ordered your favourite tea and those biscuits that you love to steal from me, they should get here tomorrow
(03:00) Posh boy: Night L/n
I turned my phone back on its other side and turned around to face the other side in my bed, and forced myself to go back to sleep.
<3 <3 <3
I barley left the dorm for days, at the end of the weekend I sent an email to Alex explain the situation and explaining that I needed a few days, he accepted the request if I kept on top of the work. On Wednesday I went back to lessons, I hadnât spoken to Min Ho since that day, he was probably avoiding me, just like I was avoiding him.
Josh and I had been texting a load since the night of the ball and I was staring to feel like maybe it could go somewhere, he respected that I needed some space right now but was already planning on some activities for us to do when I was up for it. It was making my heart hurt a little less.
When Friday rolled around, I knew I would have to face him: move night.Â
The girls got in their comfies in the evening and were grabbing the snacks we bought earlier in the day, ready to head out to the boyâs room. I was dreading it and if the girls realised, I was being quiet they didnât say anything.
When we arrived all was pretty normal. We made hot drinks and put out the snacks. Min Ho didnât say anything to me and I hadnât engaged either. He was sitting in his usual spot on the side of the sofa but I took a seat on Kittyâs side and laid my head on her shoulder, she quickly laid her arm around me and put her head on mine, rubbing my arm to soothe me, to tell me sheâs got me. I think they all knew something was off between Min Ho and I too, that it wasnât just the divorce I was upset about anymore, but they weâre giving me time.
I paid very little attention to the film and was ready to leave as soon as it was over. When we were back into our room Kitty sighed and turned around to me, âWhatâs going on with you and Min Ho, you guys seemed off tonight?â she asked.
I turned to her quickly, âWeâve ended things,â I say quickly âI think weâre figuring out how to behave around each other again,â I said earnestly.
Kitty looked both confused and worried, âDid something happen? Donât get me wrong I love the guy but if he hurt you, I swear,â she started coming over to sit on the edge of my bed.
I gave her a sad smile, âKitty, we just didnât work,â I said and everything about the look on her face said she didnât believe me, but she took the hint when I slid down my pillow and wrapped myself up in my duvet.
On Monday when I was walking to Mr Moonâs class for managers when I overheard Kitty and Min Ho talking inside, I quickly stepped back and listened from outside.
âMin Ho youâre losing her, she was so happy, literally glowed when you guys first got together, what happened?â Kitty demanded, âand donât tell me things just didnât work out because Iâve already heard that excuse, be honest with me,â.
I could hear a shuffle, and Min Ho taking a deep breath, âI donât think sheâd want us to be having this conversation right now,â he said.
âMin Ho whatever you did I can see in your eyes that you care for her, so fix it before itâs too late,â Kitty says softly this time, then thereâs a silence, âOh my god,â she continued, âIt wasnât you, she ended it,â Kitty said.
âNo, Kitty come on, it was a mutual decision,â he tried to argue, he tried to put in some conviction into it, but the lie was coming out weak.
âMin Ho,â Kitty said with conviction, âIf you care for her youâve got to fight, one thing Iâve learned from Lara-Jeans is that love isnât easy and doesnât always start in the way you expect it to, but it is worth it,â she said.
âOh, hey Y/n,â Praveena said coming up to me, I could hear shuffles in the classroom âI wonder what Mr Moons has planned for this lesson,â she said completely ordinarily.
âSorry Iâve got to go,â I said walking away quickly.
Later that afternoon after lessons had finished, I was leaving the main building to head back to the dorm, we were all having dinner in the boyâs dorm tonight and I was already running late because I had to tutor and bless the girl, but she was clueless. I was trying to use my arms to shield my face as much as possible from the rain that chucking down.
Then I heard a voice shout out, I turned around to see Min Ho, waking towards me.
âY/n!â he called out and I stopped in my tracks, âfinally you give me the time of day,â he says sharply, his tone makes me stand up straighter, âfirstly so much for staying friends and acting normal,â he said and then ran a hand through his hair, water dripping down his face, âsecondly-â
I interrupted him, âIâm sorry,â
âY/n/â
âLook Iâve been talking to Josh and I-â this time he tried to interrupt me but I prevailed âMin Ho, heâs a good guy and I think,â I sighed, running my tongue over my lips, âI could really like him, and thereâs plenty of girls waiting for you to give them a chance, but this thing between us, we blurred the lines and we need to stopâ I said with the frustration coming through, rain falling harshly down my face, this is already hard enough, to know this is going to end, so why is he making it harder, giving my heart beats of hope, âWe both deserve something real,â I sounded tired, even to my own ears.
âY/n I donât want this to end,â his voice came out just above a whisper, and I felt my heartbeat triple.
âWhat?â I asked, quieter than I expected.
âLook I know this was not the plan, but- I went to the club that night because I saw Marco and his buddies leave and they were teasing him about finally making a move on you, so I followed them, but I didnât know why yet, then somewhere in this whole situation I realised that I was jealous, then it became real and I realised I didnât want it to end, and ever time youâd bring up that we weâre doing it because of Marco it crushed me,â he said and I just stated at him.
âI think I fell in love with you,â he said looking at me, the rain pouring down his face, âA little bit⌠or a lot,â.
My eyes scan his face frantically. Min Ho had fallen for me. Just like I had fallen for him. Before he could move or say anything else, I fling my arms around him and kiss him passionately, holding him as close as I possible could, and that was still not close enough.
âI love you too,â I said after I pulled away, laying my forehead against his, I could see him smile before I closed my eyes again and he pulled me into a tight embrace. It felt like the relief was coursing through both of our bodies.
âItâs good to hear you finally admit it,â he said back to his natural cockiness, âEveryone eventually falls for me, itâs my charm unfortunately,â he said.
âWell stop using it on other girls or I might get jealous,â
âYou know what? That does kind of make me feel some sort of way, I quite like my imaginary version of you jealous and itâs quite hot,â he muses, and I just pull him in for another kiss, running my hands through his hair. His hands on my waist pulling me close.
Then when we came back into the building, whilst still soaked, we came clean to our friends, and whilst most of them were shocked Kitty was very offended, but all in all they were glad we worked it out because it was obvious long before this that there was something bubbling under the surface.
âI canât believe you pulled a Lara-Jean on me! Now Iâve fallen for it twice,â Kitty said running her hand over her forehead.
âI think this means Y/n is taking over the title of chaos queen,â Q said shaking his head, and everyone started laughing, Min Ho had his arm around me, and I naturally leaned into his chest as I giggled, and he kissed my forehead.
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Sharing a safehouse
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summary: after a mission gone wrong, you and Natasha are forced to lay low in a small safehouse somewhere in the countryside of England. Itâs small, uncomfortable, and youâve never been able to really connect with Natasha during your time on the team. what happens when you and Natasha are basically forced to connect?
pairing: Natasha x teen reader
warnings: none
genre: fluff
words: 1645
a/n: I would like a standing applause for the fact that I am posting another fic in the span of a month. it has happened. the apocalypse has struckÂ
also, have I written this trope before? yes, yes I have. will I be writing this trope again? yes, yes I will
You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work
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The silence is unbearable. Itâs not like you were against the quiet, on the contrary. You liked a calm, quiet environment to work and relax. No, it was the quiet with Natasha that you couldnât bear.Â
You and Natasha never were the best team, mainly because it seemed Natasha just didnât want anything to do with you.Â
You didnât blame her, truly, you didnât. You werenât afraid to admit you were a pretty odd kid. You liked stuffed animals, cartoons, and sometimes, when you were certain no one was watching, youâd open your drawer and take out your dolls.Â
It wasnât like you got to have any fun things when you were a child, and something as simple as a doll would have been harder to acquire than literal gold.Â
You werenât shy about admitting you had a fucked up childhood, and you werenât shy to be watching Winx Club in the living room of the Avengers compound. It was funny, really, how at first Sam made fun of you, yet slowly started to get more and more invested to the point he would ask you when you were going to start the next episode.Â
He was a total Winx Club fan now.Â
The rest of the team seemed to pretty much ignore your childish side. Not in a rude manner, but rather in an uninterested manner. They didnât think you were weird, and you liked it that way.Â
Natasha, however, wasnât at all holding back when she saw you watching a cartoon or coloring at the table.
It wasnât like sheâd get angry, but she would walk away, or give you a look like you were vermin.Â
You never quite understood where her disdain for you came from. She was your favourite superhero, yet she treated you like dirt under her shoe. She wasnât gentle when making her comments, either.Â
Sometimes, when you were drawing, sheâd make a comment about how you were far too old for such things, and while you were watching a cartoon sheâd scoff like you were insane.Â
It was a literal cartoon, not the end of the world.Â
You had gotten pretty good at ignoring her antics over the past year, but you couldnât deny that they still stung. Why did she despise you breathing so much?
At the moment, Natasha was caught up in writing her mission report while you were curled up on the couch, which doubled as the bench for the table and the bed you would be sleeping in.Â
Tony was fucking loaded. Why the hell was this safehouse a literal trailer?
You were reading Rainbow Magic; Ruby, the Red Fairy. Occasionally, youâd glance up from your book, and youâd catch a glimpse of Natashaâs disapproving stare before sheâd continue working.Â
Okay, fine, maybe bringing the Rainbow Magic series wasnât the most strategic plan with such a fairytale hater, but who could blame you? Those fairy books were actually very enjoyable.Â
You ignored Natashaâs judgement, finishing your book before you got up, walking to the small cupboard and pulling open the doors.
Expecting for some form of entertainment in this trailer was clearly too much to ask.Â
The cupboard didnât hold much, safe for a few spiders and a bucket of cleaning supplies that looked to be at least two-hundred years past their expiration date.Â
And then, at the far top shelf, you could see a chessboard peeking out amongst the shelves.
You had to stand on the tips of your toes to reach it, but you got it.Â
By now, Natasha had finished her mission report and was studying your every move. Of course, you caught up to her staring almost immediately, and you turned to face her while holding up the chess board.Â
âDo you play?âÂ
Natasha frowned, before sighing and giving you a singular nod. Well, more excitement was clearly too much to ask.Â
Natasha leaned forward, clearing the table of her papers and reaching for your book. She half expected her to just throw it on top of your bag in the corner, and you were more than surprised when she picked it up gently and handled it with much more care than you thought her to be capable of.Â
When the table was cleared, you put the chess board down, handing Natasha the box that the white pieces were stuffed in.Â
âIâm always black,â Natasha said while frowning at the colour of the pieces in the box.Â
âSure.â You passed the box with the black pieces to Natasha while arranging the white pieces on your own playing field.Â
Once all the pieces were put in place, Natasha made the first move, to which you immediately responded by putting her piece back in its place.Â
âWhite starts,â you mention as you make your own move.
Natasha huffs but doesnât protest, instead moving her own pieces to defend against your attack.Â
The game continued far into the night, and after playing for nearly three hours, you finally made your last move, trapping Natasha in a check-mate.Â
âI let you do that,â Natasha says before rearranging her own pieces.Â
âSure you did,â you respond before placing your own pieces back on the board.Â
âDonât you have to go to bed? Itâs far past your bedtime,â Natasha asks, glancing at the clock on the whole.Â
âI donât have a bedtime,â you remark, making your move with the chess piece.Â
âYou act like a child, yet you donât go to bed on time?âÂ
To your surprise, you didnât hear any judgement in Natashaâs tone. Just pure confusion. A genuine question not meant to insult you. You didnât expect that.Â
You look up at her, frowning before shrugging.Â
âCanât sleep. Nightmares,â you say, counteracting Natashaâs move by blocking her piece. âAnd even if I wanted to, weâre sitting on my bed.â
As if the evening wasnât surprising enough, Natasha lets out a huff of amusement.Â
âWe can share the big bed. Itâll help with the nightmares,â she suggests.Â
âWhy?â you ask, keeping your eyes on the game in the hopes of preventing awkward eye contact.Â
Natasha shrugs. âI dunno know. Another presence helps with preventing nightmares or something. Thereâs a study on it.â
âNo, I mean why are you so nice? Why offer to share your bed with me when you normally canât even stand to share the same room?â
At that, Natasha looks up, a hint of guilt mixed into her usual calm facial expression.Â
âItâs not personal,â she says, moving her chess piece.Â
âThen what is it? Youâve barely shared one conversation with me since I joined a year ago.â
âYouâre a child,â Natasha suddenly says after a moment of silence. Thereâs venom in her voice, yet you can feel it isnât directed at you.Â
âYou should be able to play with your dolls without having to feel the need to hide, and you should be able to go to school and make friends and stupid decisions. You shouldnât live in a compound with superheroes and fight super villains weekly. You are a child, and you should be able to be one.âÂ
You fall silent for a moment, shocked at her revelation of knowing about your dolls, and shocked at the amount of emotion hidden under her confession.Â
âYou donât hate me?â
Natashaâs head shoots up, tears glistening in her eyes.Â
âHate you? What ever gave you the impression that I hate you?â
You shook your head. âYou avoid me, you scoff wherever Iâm drawing or watching something in the common room. It feels like you judge me, daily.â
At that, Natashaâs facial expression softens, and her expression turns glum.
âI never meant for you to feel like you were in the wrong, and I am so sorry for that. I wasnât judging you, I was judging the situation youâre in.â Natasha inhaled a sharp breath, turning back to the chess board and making another move.Â
âFury gave you a choice. Either prison, or joining the Avengers. You never even did anything wrong. You were just a child, graced with powers that no one understood and everyone feared. You didnât deserve prison, and you didnât deserve the threat of prison. You deserved a family.â
You sighed.Â
âAnd in a way, I got a family. The Avengers are nice-â
âTheyâre not your family, theyâre your team. Thereâs a difference. Sure, they care about you, but if they were your family, theyâd want you to live a life, rather than become a superhero.â
Natasha fell silent, and at her words, so did you.Â
Was she right? If the Avengers were your family, would they want you to live a normal, domestic life somewhere else, rather than the superhero life you were living right now?
âI didnât have much of a choice. Besides, itâs not like I hate my life. Just the paperwork,â you remark, moving your queen to once again trap Natasha in a check-mate.Â
âI want to work something out, if youâll let me,â Natasha then said, pouting when you took her king.Â
âLike what?â you ask.
Natasha shrugged. âI donât know yet. Something thatâll put you off missions, at least until youâre twenty-one or something. Maybe older. Something legal. I mean, youâre not even allowed to drink in the United States. Why the hell are you allowed, or better said, forced, to risk your life daily?â
At that, you snort.
âYou make a good point.âÂ
âWeâll figure something out, I promise,â Natasha states, helping you clear the chessboard and standing up from the bench.Â
âNow, it is time for bed. Tomorrow weâll see if thereâs a bakery or something in this god forsaken place.â
You snicker, taking Natashaâs hand and allowing her to lead you. Maybe she doesnât hate you as much as you thought she did.Â
Bonus a/n: rainbow magic; Ruby the Red Fairy is the first ever book I read in English.
Edit: I lied. I found the Rainbow Magic book yesterday. It was Erin, the Firebird fairy
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You were once deeply and irrevocably in love with Kwon Soonyoung, and itâs incredibly hard to avoid that fact when he works literally two offices down from you. Itâs even harder to avoid when youâre stuck in a broken elevator with him for hours, and he seems determined to dissect everything that went wrong three years ago.

⢠pairing: kwon soonyoung x f!reader
⢠genre: angst, fluff, exes!au, lawyer!au
⢠wc: 5.6k
⢠warnings: minor alcohol consumption, lots of flashbacks
⢠a/n: early happy new year!! this is my gift to u all <3 thank u to @haologram for hosting this collab and for just being alive. and thank you SOO much to ally @lovetaroandtaemin and em @gyuswhore for beta'ing i appreciate u both endlessly đ
as part of the donât hate, litigate! collab hosted by the wonderful @haologram

SOMETIMES IT TRULY feels like God, or the stars in your skies, or whatever the hell is controlling your fate down on this measly earth, hates you.
Sometimes it truly feels like this indefinite being is determined to deal you the worst set of cards, and this â this trumps all. Being stuck in an elevator with your ex-boyfriend sounds like the beginning of a shitty romcom, except itâs not. Itâs your life, and itâs been your life for the past eight minutes, since the metal box you stepped in ground to a creaky, noisy halt halfway between the sixth and seventh floor.Â
And it takes eight minutes before Soonyoung sighs resignedly. âAre you just going to ignore me forever?âÂ
Forever, you think, is your least favourite word. There were a lot of things you thought youâd have forever, and one of them is standing right next to you.
You swallow thickly. Your reply comes measured and clipped. âFor as long as possible.â
When he speaks next, you can hear the attempt at a forced smile in his tone. âWell, you kinda just failed.â
You stay silent. If anyone had told you five years ago that Kwon Soonyoung would be begging to talk to you and youâd be ignoring him, you would have called them crazy; and yet, here you are. Ignoring him like your sanity depends on it, because actually, it does. So for the past eight minutes â nine now, but whoâs counting? â youâve barely spoken a word. Youâre both stuck; the recovery team canât make it for two hours at least; and God hates you, basically.
Soonyoungâs trying to make the most of it, and youâre not letting him.
He says your name, ever so softly. âReally, though. How â how have you been?â
Itâs weird, going from years of no contact to working together. Itâs been a year since Soonyoung joined your company, but it hasnât become any easier. Not when heâs such an open book, so fucking easy for you to read. Every time you cross paths, he gets this look in his eyes â sad puppy, youâve nicknamed it. Now is no different.
âIâve been okay,â you say finally, stiltedly. Youâve never been able to resist that face, and youâre pretty sure he knows it too. âWhat about you?â
The silence is painful, but the way he says fine stings a little bit more. You know when heâs lying, and he never used to do that to you.
âSoâŚâ He shifts his weight awkwardly, huffing out an uncomfortable laugh as he gazes intently at his shoes. âThis is weird, right?â
You match him with an equally uncomfortable smile. âThe weirdest.â
âOur longest conversation after forever,â he says. âBut I wasnât expecting it to go like this.â
You cock your head to the side, fixing him with a questioning gaze. All hopes of ignoring him are sailing out the hypothetical window. âHow were you expecting it to go?â
Soonyoung looks up at you with one of those embarrassed, endearing smiles. âBetter.â
Thereâs a pregnant pause, and then â âYou know, Jeonghan calls you the one that got away.âÂ
Heâs always had a habit of dropping things like that on you; things that leave you a little winded.
âThat makes it sound like I escaped,â you say, with an ease you donât feel.
Clearly, Soonyoung doesnât feel it either â he exhales heavily. âMaybe you did. Escape, I mean.â
You snap your head towards him, eyes almost owlish in your surprise; âYouâre not serious.â When he doesnât say anything, you continue haphazardly, âSoonyoung, thatâs not â there wasnât anything to escape from.âÂ
Your ex-boyfriend looks miserable. Avoids eye contact, staring fixedly at his shoes with a dejected expression he canât properly disguise; even throughout the three years of your relationship, you rarely saw him like this. He looksâŚ
Heartbroken, your mind suggests.
âIâm serious,â you insist again, pushing the thought out of your mind. âYou werenât a bad boyfriend, Soonyoung.â
He snorts then. âOkay, we both know that isnât true.â
âIt is!âÂ
âIf we had, like, a counter of who fucked up however many times, I would leave you in the dust.â
You donât know how to tell him this might even be half of it. This weird pedestal he puts you on â itâs not even guilt-tripping. Youâve seen that, but never from him; Soonyoung just truly, sincerely feels bad. Whenever you look back on your relationship, which is more often than youâd care to admit, itâs plain as day. He truly, sincerely feels that he has never deserved you. Like youâre something out of this world, out of his world.Â

âWow.â Soonyoung huffs out the one word, and itâs half a laugh, half admiration. âYou are so out of my league.â
âStop,â you whine, pushing his shoulder lightly. âDonât say stupid things like that.â
âWell, not everyone gets to date the prettiest girl in law school,â he retorts quickly, lifting his brows. âNot sure why I of all people get to, but thank you.â
âStop it,â you repeat, rolling your eyes and fixing the tie heâs wearing. âYouâre gorgeous and you know it. You should know it, at least.â
âNot just that!â he protests quickly. âI just mean⌠youâre so smart. And good. And kind, and funny, and â â
âAh, yes! Of course, Kwon Soonyoung, known famously for being mean and horrible and extremely unfunny,â you say sarcastically, before tugging his tie and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. âI choose my league, and youâre the only one in it.â
âThat doesnât make any sense,â he murmurs, slightly breathless.
âOh, shut up and kiss me.â

There were a lot of things that went wrong with you and Soonyoung. Youâd started off wonderful: both of you bright, flaming, drawn to each other like magnets. You managed the stresses of law school, graduated together, and lined up jobs â jobs that were miles and miles from each other.`
There were lots of things that went wrong with you and Soonyoung, but if you had to pick one, it would be long distance.
âWhen did we stop trying?â
The question makes you snort. âWhat, you want a date and a time?â
Soonyoung smiles ruefully, but thereâs nothing happy about it. Itâs more of a painful grimace. Thatâs always been the way with you both: you deflect, he feels. He doesnât hide the way you do, not from anyone. And for a few years, he was the only one who you didnât hide from.Â
Maybe thatâs what has you opening your mouth again. âI could probably give you one. A date, I mean.â
Soonyoung hugs his knees to his chest, eyes searching your face. You can read him so well it physically makes you ache. The hint of uncertainty in his eyes, the twitching of his fingers â heâs nervous. Heâs torn between wanting to know what you have to say and the strong sneaking premonition that it might hurt. âGo on,â he says finally, just as you knew he would.Â
Honestly, you donât have an exact date. Things fell apart slowly, and then all at once. A toppling tower â leaning, leaning, leaning, until it crashed.Â
âThere were probably a few things,â you say, softly. âMy birthday, for a start.â
He winces reflexively. âThatâŚâ he begins, and then breathes out, shutting his eyes. âI donât think Iâll ever be able to make up for that.â
âI mean, in the end, it wasnât that big of a deal.â Youâre not sure why youâre trying to reassure him, even if it's true. You forgave him almost immediately.

âShit.âÂ
Soonyoungâs first eloquent word when he walks into the apartment only means you become sure of what you already suspected. He takes in the half-eaten cake on the table, candles blown out and tossed to the side, the scraps of wrapping paper littering the floor, the cards; you take in his face. And you know, as quick and as simple as that â he forgot.Â
Some small part of you had been holding a sneaking hope that maybe this was just an elaborate attempt at a surprise. Youâd told him once, months and months ago, that you didnât think ignoring people on their birthday to surprise them later was a very nice thing to do. But youâd rather he forgot that than your entire birthday.
His eyes meet yours, both of you frozen to your places. Him at the doorway, you at the table. The distance between you isnât more than a few metres, but suddenly it feels like an engulfing abyss. Still, even from the other side, you can feel the guilt pouring out of him.Â
âShit,â he says again, before rushing his words out. âShit, baby, Iâm so sorry.â
You havenât cried all day. You havenât let yourself, but this has your eyes brimming over before you can control it.
âIâm going to bed,â you say finally, hugging yourself tightly, making yourself smaller. The apartment is warm, but you suddenly feel freezing. And despite your best efforts, thereâs a waver in your voice, verging on a crack. âIâm tired.âÂ
You glance over the remains of your birthday party, one that you plastered a fake, painful smile on the whole way through, and then you turn to leave.Â
âBaby, wait,â he implores quickly, and takes a step towards you â you mirror it immediately with a step back, and it makes him pause, his expression falling even further. âBaby.â
âYouâre not allowed to call me that.â Your voice is obviously shaking now. âNot today. Maybe â maybe tomorrow.â
Maybe tomorrow youâll be able to hear his excuses, his promises, but today, youâre allowed to be upset. Youâll let yourself have today, at the very least.

Heâd driven hours to see you that day, but heâd still forgotten why he was there. You hadnât really celebrated your birthday before you met him. Soonyoung was the one who made it a big deal, back when you first started dating, and even now, thereâs a sharp pang in your chest when you remember how hurt you were that day.
âYou made up for it tenfold,â you remind him now, because itâs true. He made the rest of the week practically a utopia, once you banned him from apologising. And heâd been so busy at work, so incredibly tired the whole month before, and you could understand. Both that he upset you, and that it was an innocent mistake. And youâve never seen more sincere apologies than those that came from Soonyoung.
He looks grim, shakes his head, but doesnât say any more. Probably because youâve had this conversation a few times already, both of you too stubborn to give in.Â
âKeep going,â he says, then, looking at you head on. âWhat else?â
All of a sudden, you donât want to talk about what else. All of a sudden, youâre annoyed with him, his stupid face, this stupid elevator. âDo we have to do this?â Your voice has switched from somewhat reassuring to harsh â for want of a better word, angry. It makes his brown eyes a little round with surprise, his mouth parting a little.
âWhat?â
âWhat else and what if have been on my mind for three years, Soonyoung,â you say acidly. âForgive me if I donât really want to talk about it to your face.â
Again, his mouth opens a little bit, stays open as he tries to form words. Until he gives up, seals his lips and nods. âAlright. Okay. Thatâs fine.â
âI know itâs fine!â you cry out, only more angry that he wonât argue back. Youâre lawyers, itâs what you do. And just to be petty, you add â âBesides, I bet your girlfriend wouldnât be happy about this anyway.â
Finally, his passive poker face drops, and he looks a little confused. âMy what?â
Immediately, you regret opening your mouth, but itâs too late to back down. âYour girlfriend. You know, that girl from accounting.â
âThe girl frâ You mean Rachel?â Soonyoung gapes at you, and something in you bridles, until he continues. âMrs Choi, who's married to her wife and adopting a kid next year?â
Well, now you feel stupid as fuck.
âI donât have a girlfriend,â he continues, and if you werenât afraid to look at him right now, youâd swear he was hiding a smirk.
âWhatever. I donât care. Why are we even talking about this?â you snap, irritated and embarrassed.
He still sounds smug. âYou brought it up.â
âYou sit with her every lunch hour,â you mutter, heat creeping up your neck. âI just assumed.â
âWell, thereâs nothing there. So donât worry.â
âIâm not worried! I donât care who you date, Soonyoung!â
He looks a little taken aback, blinking once or twice, cockiness gone without a trace. âWow,â he says, finally. If you didnât know him as well as you did, you wouldnât notice the slight tremble in his voice. âThatâs the first time youâve said my name since â â
He cuts himself off, but you complete the sentence in your head â three years ago. Three years since you packed up and walked out of his life. It feels like a decade ago; it feels like last week. Youâd been so sure that you wouldnât see his face again after that, that it was a decided end of a full four years of your life. Until last year, when heâd waltzed straight back into your life, this time at your workplace.

âThis is the new hire.â Your boss is speaking, but youâre still finishing up the last sentence on the document youâre working on, and you listen absently as he fires a couple instructions â âJeon, youâll show him around. Filing system, get him logged on, the works.â
You look up then, to cast Wonwoo a knowing smile, because he always gets lumped with showing around the newbies, but halfway to making eye contact with your friend, you catch the familiar tilt of a jaw, the soft lines of a nose you know so well.
Youâve seen Soonyoung in a hundred people since you left him. Youâre always looking over your shoulder at the bus stop, at the grocery store, at the library, finding a tiny piece of him in everyone and everything, a tiny piece that lodges itself tight and sharp into your throat until you take a second look, until you see unfamiliar eyes or too dark hair or shorter legs. Until you find something to make you swallow, exhale, and keep walking.
Now, your second look doesnât yield anything unfamiliar. Except maybe his hair, gone from blonde to black, but everything else â everything else. Itâs him, and he looks just as shocked to see you as you are to see him. Thereâs a heavy moment that seems only heavy to the two of you, everyone else still talking, the boss still giving instructions, but you and Soonyoung are looking at each other, dumbfounded, and all you can think about is the distinct taste of bile in your throat and the tie heâs wearing is the one you got him for his birthday.
Your initial plan is to avoid him. He foils that plan within two hours, cornering you in the break room, whispering urgently, âI had no idea you worked here, I swear Iâm not, like, following you or â â
The thought hadnât even crossed your mind, and you just pin him with a blank stare.Â
âI could quit.â
Youâre shaking your head before he can even finish the sentence. âIâm not so butthurt that I canât be a professional.â
âRight,â Soonyoung nods, breathing out a little. His lips are chapped. He never used to wear lip balm, just used to borrow yours. You hate yourself a little for remembering that.

The memory almost makes your lips twist with an sardonic smile. âI was so pissed when you showed up here.â
You can see his half smile, rueful and charming, through your peripheral vision. âI felt so bad about it, you know. But you just seemed annoyed when I saw you in the break room, so I figured you werenât⌠mad or upset or anything.â
âI went straight from the break room to cry in the bathroom for fifteen minutes,â you admit truthfully. âI had to tell Wonwoo I had curry for breakfast.â
âYou cried?â
You scowl. âIâm not saying it to be pitied, Soonyoung. Iâm just saying, Iâm not, like, some heartless jerk with no feelings. Of course I was upset.â
âI know that,â he says quickly, vehemently. âOf course I know that.â He hesitates, and then continues, words practically inching out of him. âItâs not really my place to ask, but⌠you and Wonwoo⌠are you guysâŚ?â
âYouâre right,â you say, and press your cheek onto your knees to fix him with your eyes. âItâs not your business. But thatâd be hypocritical of me, so⌠no. No, weâre just friends. Iâm friends with his girlfriend too, Cam, she works at the plant shop down the road.â
Soonyoung tilts his head back, lets out one of those breathy laughs that arenât really laughs. âItâs so weird that you have new friends now.â
âThanks,â you say, dripping with sarcasm.
âNot like that! I just mean Iâm so used to â like, it used to be our friends, you know what I mean?â
âNot since three years ago,â you say with false lightness, because when you lost Soonyoung, you lost the friends he brought you too. You catch the glint of pity in his eyes again, and scoff. âItâs not a big deal. They were your friends first.â
Frowning, he speaks again. âFirst doesnât matter. It didnât matter to them either. Seungkwan said you were the one who stopped answering their calls.â
Itâs true, and the feeling still burns a little, because Seungkwan and Jeonghan had called so many times. Even Vernon called a couple times, and you werenât even that close to him, but Soonyoung has always attracted good people. Like calls to like. Maybe thatâs why you ended up leaving.
âI was trying to make it easier,â you say bluntly., âfor them to choose you.â
Your ex-boyfriend clicks his tongue, rakes a hand through his dark hair. âItâs not about sides, ___, for fuckâs sake.â
âWell, it felt like it at the time, alright?â Your words come out louder than you mean them to, and you pause, trying to quell your defensiveness.Â
Soonyoung raises his hands in half-hearted surrender. âAlright. Alright.â
Something in your stomach feels acidic. Leaning your head back against the cool wall of the elevator, you manage to meet his eyes apologetically. âHow â how are they, though? Seungkwan and everyone?â
Graciously, he ignores your quick show of temper. âTheyâre good. Seungkwanâs working freelance photography now. Jeonghan still hates his job, but keeps getting promoted anyway.â
Jeonghan. You told him you thought you were going to break up before you even told Soonyoung. You wonder if he remembers it, because that night is seared into your memory â New Yearâs Eve, three years ago.

Youâre much drunker than you ever intended to be when you finally find a place to sit in the cramped apartment, waved over by a sympathetic looking Jeonghan. He pats your head affectionately as you groan.Â
âFeeling alright?â
âNo,â you say elaborately.
Jeonghan never pries, which is probably what makes people tell him everything. He only raises his eyebrows at you, a hint of scepticism toying with his smile.
You look away, eyes drawn immediately to your boyfriend, laughing in the middle of the kitchen. Throwing his head back, squeezing his eyes shut, looking so fucking happy; when you see him like this, your heart always feels so incredibly warm and so incredibly full.Â
Except today, thereâs something else intertwining it, something similar to dread, and it causes the faint smile on your face to fade a little.
Jeonghan sees it, of course, and when you look back at him, his eyebrows only raise higher.Â
You sink further into that horrible, looming feeling. âJeonghan.â
â___.â
âI think Iâm going to break up with him this year.â
If you didnât know Jeonghan as well as you do, youâd think the information hadnât affected him at all; his features remain completely impassive, but you catch the flash of surprise in his eyes. He stays quiet for a long time, the silence between you filled with thumping bass and indistinct conversation, until finally, he asks the only question there is to ask. âWhy?â
Itâs ridiculous, how one word can bring you to the verge of tears. But that one word holds so much weight â why would you break up with him? Why would you, when youâve pictured a future with him a thousand times over?Â
Why would you leave the best thing that ever happened to you?
You blink back the tears, and Jeonghan waits.
His voice is soft, but you still hear him under the din of the party. âIs this about your birthday?â
You shake your head quickly. âNo.â You stop. âMaybe. Itâs â thereâs just â little stupid things.â
âLittle things add up,â Jeonghan says gently. You hate how heâs already understanding.
âSometimes â â You swallow thickly. âSometimes I just feel so far away from him.â
You donât have to explain that you donât mean physically. Because thatâs part of it, but itâs not all of it, but without you saying that, Jeonghan knows. You barely notice when he takes your plastic red cup from your hands, setting it on the table next to him. âAnd I know he loves me, and heâd never hurt me on purpose, and â heâs been so good to me, Jeonghan.â
Jeonghan only hums, waits for you to continue. And you do, the alcohol only pushing more words out of your mouth. âThe distance,â you say, âis killing us.â You rub furiously at your eyes. âNo matter how hard we try, Jeonghan, itâs not working, and I feel like â Iâm the only one who can see that. Heâs ignoring it, but we canât keep going like this.â
Jeonghan hesitates for a second, looking torn, more torn than youâve ever seen him look. âDo you still love him?â
Tears blur your vision again, but donât quite escape this time. âI donât know how to stop.â
When you kiss Soonyoung after the countdown, your cheeks are wet.

âLong distance.â
âWhat?â
âYou asked what else,â you say, picking at your nails. âI think it was the distance. I think thatâs what â you know. Broke us up.â
Soonyoung has that look in his eyes, the one where he wants to argue but knows heâs going to lose, knows that youâre right. He breathes out, licks his lips and tries to speak. âWe tried so hard.â
Itâs not even a counter-argument. You agree with him, even. The two of you were brilliant at long distance, until you werenât. Hours-long video calls, surprise weekend visits, staying over for the holidays, until it all started collapsing. Weekly movie nights kept getting postponed. Visits had to decrease in number. You were missing each otherâs calls â if one of you wasnât working late, the other always was. It was like the entire universe was working against you both, and suddenly, you felt like a burden rather than a lover, and Soonyoung would probably say the same. Itâs hard not to feel that way, when youâre celebrating your anniversary over FaceTime and both of you keep dozing off while the other talks.
In a way, Soonyoung is right: you both tried so hard. In a way, heâs so wrong: neither of you tried hard enough.
Towards the end of it all, you were too tired to fight. Both of you were. The breakup was a quiet affair, mostly. You brought it up first, standing in the kitchen of Soonyoungâs apartment after realising you had no idea where he kept his cereal bowls.

âSoonyoung?â
âBabe, I told you, itâs the third cupboard from the left,â he calls, but heâs rounding the corner to his kitchen anyway. He stops in his tracks when he sees your face, smile fading, and for a second, time freezes.
âSoonyoung,â you say again, quieter.
And he knows. âDonât,â he says, faintly, but thereâs no weight behind it, because he knows.
Tears are already brimming your eyes, and youâre wrapping your arms around yourself, shaking your head. âI canât,â you say, and youâre not sure what you mean. I canât end it. I canât keep going.
The picture before him is enough for Soonyoung, and any defence, any fight he still had in him (because heâs always been the more tenacious) drains. He gives in, same as you.Â
âOkay,â he says, in a voice thatâll haunt you for years to come, a clashing harmony of gentle and damning. âOkay.â
You try to formulate words. You fail. All that you can say is âSoonyoung.â before you trail off.Â
You donât finish. He gives you a tired, forced smile, says something about, âWe had a good run, didnât we?â, but youâre too busy trying to wrench the tears back into your eyes to focus properly. Your efforts are in vain, of course, tears slipping down your cheeks hot and heavy, no matter how much you try to stop.
âIâm sorry,â you say tearfully, but he shakes his head.
âDonât be sorry.â
After that, he only helps you load your bags into your car and says thank you when you give him the house keys. He does everything so quietly, so methodically, so defeatedly. Itâs like heâs just lost a war heâs been fighting for far too long.
It turns out that in the end, four years can be reduced down to this: two cardboard boxes, three bin bags, and two broken hearts.
Itâs your fault, in technical terms. You finished this. Youâre the one who said the words, or almost said them, the one who spelled out what was so obviously ignored. More than once, because youâd tried this before, six months ago. Soonyoung was the one who fought back. Heâd said no, of course, that first time. Heâd said no with tears in his eyes, like it was a surprise to him, like he couldnât see it the way you saw it â that you were on two very different paths.Â
Soonyoung didnât believe in following diverging paths, he believed in forcing yourself straight ahead hand-in-hand, come hell or high water. He believed in it, until he didnât, and then he let you go.
When itâs time for you to leave, he accepts the hug you canât help but fling on him just before you step in the car. Both of your arms around each other, fitting into place like you have a hundred times before, but so much tighter and so much briefer this time. Soonyoung clings to you like heâs never going to see you again, because he isnât. You cling to him like this is the last time youâll ever hug him, because it is.
And then both of you are pulling away, laughing awkwardly at the wet patch youâve left on his shirt, and then youâre getting in your car and heâs waving you off and itâs over, just like that.

âItâs kind of ironic, isnât it?â Thereâs an acerbic quality to Soonyoungâs laugh as he continues. âWe broke up because of distance, and here we fucking are.â
Thereâs a metre and a half between you two.
âMaybe it was a dumb reason,â you say. Voicing the thought thatâs tormented you since the day you drove away. Because maybe it was stupid. Maybe it was a temporary rough patch, and if youâd stayed, if youâd fought a little more and a little longer, youâd still have Soonyoung.
But you didnât, and you donât.
Thereâs a heavy expression on Soonyoungâs face, a strange mix of anger and confusion and guilt. âMaybe,â he says, at last. Thereâs the vaguest trace of bitterness, the little tiny sting that reminds you again that youâre the one who called it quits.Â
âIt felt like the weight of the world at the time,â you say ashamedly, squeezing your eyes shut for a second.
Soonyoung takes the chance and scoots closer to you, sitting against the wall with you, shoulder-to-shoulder. (How easy it would be to just rest your head there, as youâve done a thousand times before.) âIt canât have been easy,â he says, patting your hand with his own. Warm and familiar in its unfamiliarity, which is when you realise youâve misread him, for once â heâs not bitter. Heâs empathetic.
âIt wasnât stupid,â Soonyoung continues softly, rubbing his eyes, âbut God, I wish youâd just talked to me. Actually â I wish weâd talked to each other.â
âYes, well,â you say dryly, wondering if heâs going to catch your reference, âIâve always had a problem with communication.â
He catches it; it makes him pause, lift up his head, give you a tiny smile.

It takes you a minute to register that the seat across from you has been occupied. When you do look up, you realise Soonyoungâs mouth has been moving since he sat down, and you havenât heard a word of it. Also, somewhere between the class you guys shared two days ago and his presence in the library this morning, his hairâs gone from a discreet dark brown to a particularly indiscreet blond.
âIâm sorry,â you shake your head, taking out your earphones and setting down your pen. âWhat?â
âI said â do you have a problem with communication or something?â Despite the nature of his words, heâs practically beaming at you.
You blink at him, bewildered. âI mean⌠maybe? But â what?â
He holds up his phone. âProject,â he explains elaborately. âIâve been texting, and I didnât get a reply, and then I saw you over here, so I thought Iâd ask.â
You frown, grabbing your phone. âI didnât get any texts.â
Soonyoung mirrors your expression, tapping at his screen, and youâre struck by how much the blond suits him. As did the brown. As did the black he had a semester ago. Not that youâve been keeping track, but itâs hard to not notice someone like Soonyoung. Even if the first time you talked to him was two days ago to organise the project youâve been paired up for â you know him. Of him, at least.
He swivels his screen round to face you, showing you a contact with your name and what you quickly realise is almost your number. You smile a little awkwardly, tapping the last digit. âThatâs meant to be a seven. Youâve got an eight.â
âFuck,â he exhales, âthat explains it. Who the hell have I been texting about litigation then?â
Something about his expression and his tone is so comical it makes you laugh, which surprises him a little â he glances up at you with a blatantly admiring smile, and he taps the edge of the desk. âYour eyes light up when you laugh, did you know?â And as quickly as he says it, he moves on, gesturing to your phone. âIâll text you about the project, okay?â
Heâs like a hurricane, and youâre trying your best to keep up. âOkay,â you agree confusedly, still hot-faced from the sudden compliment. âYes. Thatâs â yes.â
As he gets up to leave again, he shoots you another one of those blinding, dazzling smiles, and sticks his hand out. âWeâre friends now, right?â
His question sounds childishly sweet, and you canât find it in yourself to do anything other than agree.Â

Your one little reference sets you both off. You spend the next two hours talking and talking and talking, every other sentence beginning with âRemember whenâŚâ, as the two of you dredge up the long-buried memories of four long years spent together.
Soonyoung talks about the massive crush he had on you before you even got paired up for the project. You talk about how you never believed him, even when he did ask you out â it took three tries before you understood how serious he was. And then you remember the time Soonyoung sprinted from campus to his accommodation and back just to get you the calculator you forgot for your exam â and the time you both went to a frat party and ended up playing the most intense game of UNO in the bathroom with Vernon, which ended in a drunk Soonyoung trying to flush the cards down the toilet.Â
He talks about the surprise party you threw for his birthday, and you talk about the time he tried to make you pancakes for National Girlfriend Day and failed horribly. You ate them anyway.
You donât, however, talk about other things, even if you remember them. You remember Soonyoung kissing your forehead every morning he woke up next to you. You remember him buying your favourite flowers for your favourite vase every week. You remember coming home after a long day to food already delivered and paid for when he was working hours and hours away. You remember being so incredibly in love that it made you giddy and so in love it made you calm. And you donât talk about it, just store it away somewhere as a reminder of what love is meant to feel like. If four years with Soonyoung brought you anything, itâs that: it taught you how to love and be loved.
When the recovery team finally arrives, you leave the elevator feeling like a new person. It doesnât hurt when you look at Soonyoung anymore, thereâs only a vague, warm fondness. And he can look you in the eye now, which he does. He smiles at you, sticks out his hand the same way he did all those years ago.
âWeâre friends now, right?â

an / AHHH!!!!!! i know this fic is only like 5k but it took a lot out of me so iâd love to hear your thoughts. literally any thoughts. i wanted this fic to be longer but it happened this way and. what can i do. i may be the author but im NOT in control. itâs not a fic iâm 100% proud of but i think itâll still hold a special place in my heart!!!! i love an angsty exes au.
anyway â this will be my last fic this year!!! see you all in 2025 and thank you so much for all the notes and all the reblogs and all the wonderful conversations this year i love you
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MADE THE FIRST MOVE
pairing: Robert âBobâ Reynolds x reader
summary: y/n knew her job as a hero would be difficult, and most people donât look after Bob like she does. somehow, she enjoyed it, and couldnât help but fall for the guy. sadly, his depression kept her back from showing any feeling. that was until he surprised her with the first move.
warnings: smut, depression mentioned, mutants, etc
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Bob has always been an insurance guy. Ever since y/n got to know him, sheâs tried to build his confidence. Even after he almost wiped out everyone in New York a few mo the ago.
The Avengerz live in the old Tony Stark tower, helping each other out in life, even after saying multiple times how they couldnât stand each other.
Y/n and Bob were the only ones who loved being around each other. After a while, theyâve became close, so close Bob could barely function around y/n. Itâs almost like his heart would stop any time sheâd come around.
âIâm sorry about like this â Usually Iâm fine, but heâs just being difficult right now,â Bob said, speaking above the Void who had started getting to close to taking Bob over again.
For the past month, Bob grew a huge heart for y/n, and Void began taking the chance to make Bog over think every possible detail about y/n and him being anything but friends.
âItâs fine, Bob â Really,â y/n said as she slipped off her house shoes and got under the covers. Y/n had been staying with Bob for the night to make sure he felt needed and wanted. Not in any sexual way, but as a friend.
She would be lying if she said she had no feelings for Bob. She just couldnât bring herself explain it to him or anyone. She felt like it was wrong, especially with that Bob had going on with himself.
âWhy do you do this? I know you see something in me, but y/n- Iâm a grown man. And, adult, and I canât even control my emotions. I suck so bad at it that if I feel too down, I could get rid off the whole city in seconds,â
Bob wouldnât stop speaking down about himself, as y/n switched the TV off to have something going on in the background as they rested for the night.
âBob, look â Weâve all got our problems, but that doesnât mean you donât deserve help. Why would I watch you and ignore you when u can help? Youâre not bothering in any kind of way. Trust me,â y/n said as she turned to look at Bob.
Y/nâs stomached filled with butterflies at the way Bob was looking at her. âI appreciate you, y/n, you know that, right?â Bob asked as he scanned her face, falling in love with her for probably the thousandth time today.
âAnd, why is that?â Y/n asked, knowing why, but wanting him to speak about her in a way that may make her fall for him harder. âI mean- Just look at you. A gorgeous girl wanting to take care of me â That sounds like a dream,â
âI think youâre over exaggerating just a little bit,â y/n said as she went to tuck under her covers but Bob stopped her by moving closer to put his hand in her cheek. âNot even a little,â Bob said, feeling some courage to show her how much he appreciates her.
âI donât know what to say,â y/n spoke low, now feeling shy. âYou never have to say anything to make me happy,â Bob said as his eyes sprightly glowed yellow. âYouâre perfect no matter what you do or say,â y/n was at a loss for words at the moment.
Bob has never been then type of man to have confidence and show it. This was very new for him and her, and she didnât know how to react. She was happy, yet too shocked to say anything.
âI think Iâm actually happy,â was the last thing Bob said before he leaned into y/n, connecting his lips onto hers. Before either of them could settle in, Bob deepened the kiss as he moved on top of her.
âTell me if youâre uncomfortable, and Iâll stop â I promise,â Bob pulled back to make sure he wasnât ruining anything by his quick decisions. âI would never tell you to stop. Ever,â
Thatâs all it took for y/n and Bob to be sweating, moaning, and shaking underneath the covers. They both werenât to experienced, or had a great person to do this with. Now, they finally do.
âI swear, I love you, y/n â I really do. Youâve changed my perspective on life â On living,â Bob said as he softly, but same time roughly thrusted down into y/n. âI-Iâm glad I could h-help,â y/n stuttered as her back arched.
âI want you to â I need you,
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jj and his gf who has really bad sensory problems, especially at night when they're going to sleep her shirt always bothers her and she gets so fusturated but jj always knows what to do for her
or with loud noises!!! i feel like he'd be the type to practically whisper you to sleep at night because he knows sometimes all the noise is just way too overwhelming

â ALL TOO MUCH (CANâT GET ENOUGH)â
ŕŞââ´ pairing | jj maybank x fem!reader
ŕŞââ´ word count | 1.7k
ŕŞââ´ warnings | overstimulated reader, reader has a panic attack, fluff, super comforting jj, talk of diagnoses and doctors, mentions of throw-up. hurt/comfort.
ŕŞââ´ synopsis | when everything gets to be too much for you, jj becomes the only thing you can stand, and the one thing you crave more than anything.
ŕŞââ´ notes | this is such a wonderful request as someone who struggles with this on a regular basis and relies on my own bf to calm me down and be my peace and my center to ground myself. i love this sm! i hope you enjoy <3
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you werenât sure when it started; the constant overwhelming feelings that consumed nearly every waking moment you had throughout the day. one doctor said it was normal for a girl your age, especially given the things youâd been through, another said that it was due to an anxiety disorder, and one (though you knew this one was totally full of shit) tried to blame it on obsessive compulsive disorder with a hint of autism.Â
you had no clue when it got this bad, but you knew that it was reaching the point of becoming unbearable. being in crowds, or anywhere where the background noise was louder than the noise in your mind, made you feel like you needed to puke. clothes that were too tight or too loose, too coarse or too soft, too thick or too thin, drove you nearly to the brink of insanity. it was, as you described it, as if you were completely uncomfortable in your own body at all times.Â
hearing people hum, sing, tap, or breathe drove you up a wall, and that was on your best day. it was the thing you hated most about yourself, honestly. you hated that you were so easily agitated, and that you couldnât help the outbursts that came with it.Â
throughout your school years, as it worsened, you lost friends one by one, until all that was left were the pogues and your boyfriend, jj. not like you needed anything more than them, but still.
you had no idea how jj could put up with you being this way, especially for so long, but you were extremely grateful for him. part of you, deep down inside your heart, was petrified that one day he would have enough and realize that he could do so much better, but for now you were willing to bask in each and every moment you got to have with him.Â
jj, however, felt the same way about you; he was terrified that youâd wake up one day and realize how broken he was and how unfixable his soul would forever be.Â
you were both idiots, admittedly, because each and every one of the pogues could tell just from the way that you looked at each other in docile moments that there was absolutely nothing either of you would take in place of the other.Â
since your relationship started with jj, your anxiety got significantly better, with fewer outbursts and a generally happier state of being becoming your new normal. he grounded you to reality, kept you sane and helped you accept yourself for what you truly were. with jj, you never had to hide anything, never had to mask any emotions or thoughts (no matter how dark or upsetting they may be). you knew he would never judge you for anything you felt or thought, having dealt with his own fair share of breakdowns during his time alive.Â
when you were crying to the point of hyperventilating over your crop top shirt being too constricting, he would give you his flannel to change into. when your shoes became too tight around your toes, he would pull your favorite slippers from his bag. when your food was too slimy or too crunchy, heâd swap dishes with you. anything to keep you happy, and anything to let you have as close to a normal experience as possible.Â
jj was a saint, truly. everything he did, he did through his love for you, never once questioning whatever was bothering you, simply just finding the best fix or alternative to calm you back down. it was beautiful.Â
however, as much as jj could do, he couldnât always fix the problem. some things were still too far beyond anything he could ever understand, and in those cases, he would just hold you, doing his best to keep you contained and feeling as safe and comforted as possible.Â
panic attacks were nothing new to you, a weekly occurrence since you were a small child. they stemmed from severe ptsd from your childhood, you knew that. that knowledge felt like it should be enough to be able to push through them when they happened, but it never was.Â
a sharp pain in your chest, your internal temperature reaching record-breaking highs, your head spinning and full of loud disturbing thoughts, your breathing becoming erratic and your body trembling. you felt like you were going to puke and pass out all at the same time.Â
the first time it happened around jj, he thought he was going to have to bring you to the hospital or call an ambulance.Â
the two of you had gotten into a slight, meaningless disagreement over something completely irrelevant. he got a little too loud and before you knew it you had a hand clutching your heart, panting like a dog at the park as you backed as far into the nearest corner as you could. the walls shifted around you, inching closer and closer with every rapid breath you took. you tried to take deeper breaths, attempting to slow your heart before it exploded in your chest, but you couldnât. you began crying, eyes wide with a thousand yard stare, seeing everything and nothing all at once.Â
jj watched you for a moment, in terror as he panicked, completely unaware of what was happening or what he should or could do about it. ây/n? whatâs happening, baby?âÂ
âi-i-â you struggled to catch a breath that would reach your lungs, âi canât-â
âare you-what do i do?â he moves toward you, hands extended out warily, âwhat can i do, baby?â
you turned your head up toward the sky as you slid down the wall until you reached the floor. your eyes were pinched shut, as tight as you could get them, as if that would be enough to throw you back to reality. your arms wrapped around your knees tightly, one hand gripping the other as they wrung themselves together. âwater,â it was a whisper, your vision full of black spots when you opened your eyes. this one was particularly bad for some reason, bringing you to the verge of passing out. âplease.â
âwater,â jj repeats, immediately jumping at the opportunity to help you, âuh, uh,â he searches frantically for a cup from the cabinet, realizing that all of the cups are dirty in the dishwasher, âshit!â he goes to wash one before remembering that you had put a few bottles to cool in the fridge when youâd gotten home earlier that day. âstupid,â he cusses at himself as he sprints to the fridge, rummaging through it until he finds one, perfectly chilled just for you.Â
he returns, finding you taking deep breaths while humming to yourself softly. itâs rhythmic, though a song heâs never heard before. itâs the song your dad hummed to you when you had the same attacks as a child, heâd hold you, placing a cold washcloth on the back of your neck as he hummed, telling you to rub at the inside of your palms softly to the rhythm. it was an old trick his own mother had done for him when he was a child, and it worked like a charm for you most of the time.Â
jj returns with the water, moving slower when he approached you, âi got your water, baby,â he speaks softly, his voice tender yet still slightly panicked. âcan i get you anything else? do you want a hug or-â
âcan you get me a washcloth, please?âÂ
he nods and immediately moves toward the bathroom.Â
âwet it with cold water,â you call out to him, just loud enough for him to hear it.Â
jj follows the instructions, wringing it out in the sink before bringing it back to you. he sits on the floor next to you, mimicking your pose as he watches you intently.Â
you take a sip from the bottle before you drop your forehead to rest on the tops of your knees, the washcloth resting on the back of your neck. you continue taking deep breaths as you hum the tune once more, drawing shapes and massaging the insides of your palms.Â
after a few minutes, your breathing returns back to normal, your heart rate dropping back to an acceptable rate again. once you feel alright, you turn to look at jj, his concerned blue eyes tugging at your heart.Â
âare you okay? did i do something? iâm so sorry-â
âit was a panic attack,â your voice is soft, filled with shame as your gaze flutters between his eyes and his necklace. âi get them a lot. sorry you had to deal with that.âÂ
âno, no donât be sorry,â he places a ringed hand on your shoulder, âthat wasnât your fault, baby, donât be ashamed of that. iâm just glad i could help you. i know what to do for next time, donât even worry about it, okay? i was just really worried about you.âÂ
âi know, iâm okay now though,â you nod, your heart warming at his words, âthanks for taking care of me.âÂ
âof course, y/n,â he scoots closer to you, letting you rest your head against his shoulder, âyouâre my girl, iâll always be here to take care of you, babe.âÂ
you smile, though he can't see it, âi love you, jj.âÂ
âi love you, y/n,â he repeats, placing a tender kiss to the top of your head. âanything else i can do for you?â
âi could use a nap,â you huff softly, âthat took a lot out of me.âÂ
âyea, iâm sure it did,â he affirms, âletâs go take a nap then.âÂ
jj helps you up from the floor, an arm slung over your shoulders as you both make your way down the hallway and into the bedroom. he pulls back the covers for you, turns the fan on, and the lights off. he even brings your water that you forgot to grab from the living room and places it on your nightstand.Â
jj slides into the bed beside you, allowing you to get comfortable on his chest as he lies on his back. he rubs a hand on your back, humming the tune you sung earlier softly, putting you right to sleep. he silently prays that youâll rest as much as you deserve, and that for as long as youâll have him, heâll be able to help you more than he could today. he also vows to never be the reason you feel like that again if he can help it.Â
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(đâ.Ë) something, somehow, someday
â đ â.á [jaehyun x reader] ...ŕ¨âĄŕ§... wc. 6k w. panic attack, self deprecating thoughts! angst, fluff áśť đ đ° .á
hey siri! play "something, somehow, someday" by the rolemodel
well, he's a loose cannon, foolish man who needs some medication she's a shoe-tied, blue sky, honeymoon vacation
the sun blared uncomfortably in jaehyunâs eyes as he made his way down the street to his apartment. his body ached and his head pounded as if it were taking revenge for whatever he had put it through the last few nights. the coffee in his hands seemed to not be doing absolutely anything for him, and he was beginning to regret spending those six dollars when his body collided with something, or rather someone.
âouch, shitâ a small voice hissed after a loud crash, catching his attention just fast enough to grab whoever it was by the arm and prevent them from falling.
once you stood on your feet, you pulled the soaked fabric of your shirt away from your skin, attempting to alleviate the scorching feeling of the hot coffee. jaehyun stood there like time was frozen for a couple of seconds. the way the sun reflected on your skin made you look like the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, even when your white shirt was now tainted light brown.
âiâm sorry, are you okay?â he asked once he seemed to be pulled back into reality, mentally cursing himself. who drinks hot coffee in this weather?
âyeah, sorry, i wasnât paying attention to where i was going,â you reassured, your nose scrunching adorably as you realized how silly you probably looked in front of this very attractive stranger.
âi wasnât either, donât worry.â the man muttered, his eyes travelling down where a box he presumed you were carrying had littered out its contents on the fall.
it seemed to be a shared thought to crouch down and get it, by the way his head hit yours unpromptedly.
âoh my god,â you almost snorted, your head flying up to cradle your forehead as you reached the floor. âiâm so sorry.â
âitâs fine,â he grimaced, his headache not fine with the situation at all. still, he reached for the box and stood up, offering a hand to help you do the same. âhere you go.â
âthank youâ you nodded and grabbed the box, standing in awkward silence for a couple seconds before speaking again with a slightly amused tone. âthatâs not a great introduction to the neighborhood."
jaehyun couldnât help but smile for the first time in that whole morning.
âare you moving around here?â he asked curiously, silently begging to hear an affirmative come out of your mouth.
maybe things wouldnât be so bad if he got to see you around.
âyeah, to that building over there,â you pointed, and he felt his soul cheer at the sight of his very own apartment building. âthe truck had to park over there, though, no parking space.â
âyou shouldnât be telling strangers where you live, you know,â he joked, an amused glint in his eyes that had forgotten its place for a while. âbut i live there too, which is a little weird.â
your smile widened at his words, and somehow the blue sky seemed to shine a little bit brighter. âwell, are you busy right now?â
the man weighed his options for a couple seconds before replying, âno, why?â
âlet me get you another coffee. i donât think i made a great first impression,â you smiled, the cute scrunch making its way back to your nose.
âthe coffee is not necessary, but i can help you carry boxes if youâd like,â he said, surprising himself with how nice he was being to you considering his track record as of late.
âthat would be really nice,â you nodded, beginning to walk towards the car with the handsome stranger right by your side. âmay i know your name now?â
he internally cursed himself for letting that very important step skip his mind âjaehyun, you are?â
ây/nâ you smiled, and he wondered if you ever stopped.
he hoped you didnât.
âjaehyun?â you asked, getting his attention back after a couple beats of silence, making him hum in question. âyour shoes are untied.â
he's a fixer-upper, skipping supper, hates an obligation she's a friday night
âiâm so sorry to bother you at this time,â you said for the thousandth time in the fifteen minutes jaehyun had been cooped up under your sink.
âi already told you itâs okay, i had nothing going on anywaysâ he said, his voice sounding far away as his eyes stayed concentrated in where he worked on fixing the pipe.
âi find that hard to believe, itâs friday night,â you replied from your place on the counter, eyes focused on him instead. âiâm sure you had plans.â
ânothing important,â he shrugged, arms flexing as he continued working.
âso you did have plans,â you said, lowering your gaze to the floor in a poor attempt not to ogle.
âitâs nothing you need to worry about, i was thinking of bailing anyways,â the man muttered, moving away slightly to evaluate his job âturn the sink on for me?â
you immediately moved to do as he asked, happy to not hear the water splashing on the already soaked floor. âis it done?â
âyeah, it should be fine now,â he gave you a tight lipped smile as he gathered the tools from the floor.
âthank you so much, jaeâ you moved to help him with whatever you could. âiâm guessing you already ate, right?â
ânah, i didnât feel like cooking,â he answered once he stood up, now towering over you. something in his eyes always appeared to soften when he looked at you.Â
âwell, let me give you some lasagna i cooked earlier,â you smiled, biting your tongue not to lecture him on the importance of eating well. âand iâm not asking, so donât try anything.â
jaehyun snapped his mouth shut, letting his complaints die on his tongue as he watched you head to the fridge to begin serving him food.
âyou can stay to watch a movie, if you want,â you spoke again, taking advantage of his lack of answer as you put a plate on the microwave.
he couldnât help but nod to your question, seemingly unable to ever say no to spending time with you even if the voice in the back of his mind told him to just go home and leave you alone.
thatâs how he found himself on your couch two hours later, with your legs on top of his and an empty plate of admittedly the best lasagna he had ever had resting on the coffee table as you slept soundly. he knew that was his cue to leave, but he couldnât help but stare at you. it was kind of creepy, and he knew it, but the peaceful expression on your face was making his heart ache in the most soothing way he could ever experience.
he's a bad dream, nicotine, druggie complication she's a peace sign, tea time, drinker on occasion
fear creeped into jaehyunâs chest, getting worse by the second as he battled down a scream. everything was dark and cold. so fucking cold. and yet he was still sweating profusely when his eyes snapped opened. his hand unconsciously reached to his side, looking for something to keep him grounded and finding nothing but the bed sheet.
he tried to work through his labored breath as he felt a swarm of nausea hit him like a fucking truck.
god, he really needed a cigarette.Â
he begrudgingly allowed himself to calm down before getting out of bed and stepping into his bathroom, ridding himself of his clothes before getting into the cold shower. his muscles relaxed as he did his best to push his nightmares out of his mind, knowing he was just not going to get any more sleep that night.
his body moved in autopilot as he made his way to the terrace, needing the air a little more than immediately. a cigarette danced on his lips when he opened the door and walked to the edge of the building, leaning on the railing as he watched the busy city streets from above.
âcouldnât sleep?â your voice sounded, so fucking out of nowhere that he felt his heart almost fall out of his ass. you chuckled at the small jump before speaking again. âsorry, didnât mean to scare you.â
he searched around the dark until his eyes finally settled on you. you sat on a lounge chair, in front of a tea kettle and a bottle of⌠whisky?
âwhat the fuck are you doing here at this time?â he asked, his voice sounding a little happier than he intended it to. âand what on earth are you drinking?â
âi could ask you the same, and i'm drinking tea,â you answered, sporting your signature smile. âa little medicine to help me sleep, nothing else.â
he let out a small laugh of disbelief before approaching you to take a seat on the extra chair in front of you. âwhat a medicine.â
âcigarettes are no better, you know,â you smiled and sipped your âteaâ.
âtouchĂŠ,â he tilted the open pack towards you, offering you one of his little death sticks.
âi donât smoke, thank you.â you denied, âwant some of mine?â
his curiosity beat him, of course, and he ended up taking a sip of your strange concoction.Â
âso, what do you think?â you asked with a hopeful tone.
he tried to contain his laugh for a couple seconds, although his effort was bane âits awful, how do you drink this shit so casually?â
âfuck you! itâs great,â you defended, feigning offense as you threw a small ball of paper you had found god knows where.
âyou have shit taste,â he continued, leaning back on his chair, legs spread in a way that should be illegal.
âyouâd be surprised,â you scoffed, making his eyebrow raise as your eyes trailed over his body.
âwhat is that supposed to mean?â he asked, tentatively.
âdonât you worry about it,â you shrugged it off before speaking again. âare you planning on going back to sleep soon?â
ânah, i donât think i can,â he shook his head, eyes fixated on you.
âgood.âÂ
the smile on your face made his heart do a flip on his chest.Â
he's an east coast, jeans rolled, no communication she's a welcome sign
jaehyun was tired of it. of himself; of how he always felt the necessity to run away when things began getting good again.Â
why couldnât he just believe something could go well? why couldnât he just be happy?
he didnât deserve it, didnât deserve you.
not your smiles. not your care. not your late night calls. much less your weird tea cocktails.
so he left.
he ran away to the east coast for a month and a half with the excuse of visiting his mother at home, promising to text you the moment he landed just to let you know he was safe.
he never did, and you probably hated him.
but it was for the best. he couldnât let you get too close, he couldnât let you let him hurt you like he would inevitably do.
like he already had.
and so he was scared as he made his way into the building, praying to every saint out there that he wouldnât run into you.Â
he knew he would at some point, considering your apartment was three doors away from his and you frequented all the places he had shown you. but he hoped that when he did, you would have already chosen to forget him.
he kept his head down until he reached the safety of his own door, grateful for your absence in the halls as he pulled his keys out of his pocket.
he shouldâve kept it down, because the moment he looked up he felt his heart shatter in a million pieces and be put back together in the span of a microsecond. stuck to the door was a little cardboard sign, the words 'welcome home!' carefully painted right on itâs middle, surrounded by silly doodles that he had watched you draw on napkins and on the edges of the papers you always had littered around your apartment.
he felt selfish because of the insatiable need he felt to run to your apartment, knock on your door and simply attack you with all the affection he had been harboring for you those past few weeks.
you were supposed to be mad at him, to realize that he was not good for you because he fucking ghosted you for almost two months.
and you made him a welcome home sign instead.
he couldâve been full of self hatred and depreciation; but you werenât, and he was only but a man that craved your care like the air he needed to breath.
his heart was beating harsh against his chest as rushed to your door, knocking impatiently and praying about you once again. please, answer. please, please, please.
âhello?â you asked as you cracked the door open, visibly stopping for a couple seconds when you caught sight of him.
âhi,â he breathed out. âiâm home.â his voice was almost a whisper, hestating and tinted with fear.
âwelcome home, jae.â
oh, how he had missed your smile.
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âi told you you werenât going to like it!â jaehyun laughed at the way your face scrunched in disgust after taking a sip of his drink.
âare you trying to poison me? what the fuck is that?â you complained, amusement laced on your voice as you pushed his cup back to him.
âitâs not that bad, donât be dramatic,â he rolled his eyes with an affectionate smile.
âitâs pretty bad,â you reiterated, your eyes focused on the softness of his own.
âitâs not, you just drink your coffee like youâre an 80 year old divorced man.â he stuck his tongue out to you childishly.Â
you loved moments like those. where he let go of his perpetual bad mood and his nonchalant act enough for you to see the real him. childish, charming, hilarious and so goddamn lovable.
âat least i wonât get diabetes at 30,â you returned the action, eliciting a sweet laugh from his lips.
âyou have a point there,â he nodded, defeatedly leaning back on his chair.
âof course i do,â you replied cockily. âwhat should we do after this?â you asked, hopeful that heâd want to continue spending time with you.
he seemed to think for a little while before saying âwe can go take a walk by the river, if you want.â
âsounds good, iâd be so down to get street food.â you nodded happily, taking another sip of your drink.
âhow are you always hungry?â he chuckled, his voice affectionate.
âitâs a blessing and a curse, i would say,â you stood up and held your hand out to him, âlet's go?â
he looked up at you for a couple seconds before taking your hand in his and standing up, cup on his other hand. âletâs go, pretty.â his arm took a place around your shoulders like it was an everyday event, like it belonged there, holding you close to him.
âwe have to pay, wait,â you realized seconds before leaving the cafĂŠ.
âi paid when you were in the bathroom,â he confessed with a sly smile.Â
âwe had agreed i was paying this time!â you said, annoyed while swatting at his chest.
âyou can pay next time,â he smiled and ruffled your hair before tucking you right back into his side to pull you along.
âyou donât mean thatâ you glared, unconsciously leaning into his chest.
ânot for a second.â he admitted with a soft laugh.
that jaehyun was like a breath of fresh air. refreshing, light, airy and so incredibly warm that you felt your insides melt every time he looked at you with those beautiful brown eyes of yours. and maybe, someday you would succeed in bringing him out more often.
he's a ford truck, door shut, runs from conversation she's an open ear, souvenir, reads the situation
âyou ready?â jaehyun asked as he watched you stumble past the building doors, a ridiculous amount of bags hanging off your shoulders.
âyeah, got everything.â you nodded, struggling to make your way to his car with all the weight you carried.
âi wouldâve gone up to help you if you told me you were bringing your entire apartment,â he mumbled with a small smile, reaching to grab some of the bags.
âno need,â you assured, visibly relaxing at the new lack of weight. âiâm just ready to leave.â
the man finished putting all your luggage in the trunk of his car, securing it before opening the passenger seat door for you.
âyou like the beach that much?â amusement clearly tinted voice, and you were glad he was in a good mood.
âyeah, iâm a big sun enthusiast.â you smiled and climbed into the car, waiting for him to do the same thing.Â
âreally? i wouldnât have knownâ he joked as he put on his seatbelt, leaning in to buckle yours up as well.
he watched as your cheeks tinted in embarrassment, finding it to be the cutest thing he had ever seen. you were really the epitome of pretty, and he couldnât understand what he had ever done to deserve your company by his side.
âvery funny,â you mocked, settling back to normal after the flustering action. âi call aux, by the way.â
âsure, whatever,â he smiled, beginning to drive once you were all ready to go.
the drive to the beach was long, a good two hours to get to a more secluded area where you could be calm and alone. it had been filled with laughs and conversation, something that had been so incredibly rare in jaehyunâs life until you came along and brightened everything up for him.
âjae?â you called, breaking the silence you had been in as you laid on the sand, taking up as much sun as you could.
âhmm?â he hummed, mentally preparing for one of the stupid theories you always came up with when you were silent.
âwhy were you at the terrace that day?â you asked, and his body tensed up immediately.Â
that he hadnât prepared for.
âthe night before you left?â you clarified, taking his lack of an answer as him not remembering what you were talking away.
he stayed silent for a couple seconds before taking a deep breath, wracking his brain for an answer.
there were so many things heâd like to say. heâd love to tell you about his nightmares, the terrors, the fear that ate him from the inside out whenever he dared to believe he could sleep alone.
but he couldnât do it. he wasnât ready to let you in.
not when you could get tainted by his darkness while trying to get him out. not when he knew you and your complex of always needing to help everyone around you. not when you would stay and get absorbed by it.
not when you could still prove him wrong and leave.
so instead, he deflected. he knew how to do that a little too well.
âwhy were you there?â
the monotone tone of his voice told you everything you needed to know, absolutely nothing.
because he wasnât ready to let you in, and you would be sure to be there for him until he was.
âi watched a horror movie and couldnât sleep,â you began, and jaehyun could finally let out the breath he was holding.
he's a no thought, record shop, slutty on occasion she's a night in rome
days had passed since the last time jaehyun had talked to you. since the day he fucked up so irrevocably that he was sure he had absolutely no way to recover.
or since you saw him stumble into his house, drunk out of his mind and with a random girl almost clinging to his neck.
the guilt was eating him from the inside ever since that happened, and he couldnât even fathom the thought of even talking to you. so he didnât for a while, and then he felt guilty about not talking to you, so it became a vicious cycle that was destroying him more than he thought.
you hadnât reached out either, so he had gotten to the conclusion that he was better off dead.
well, maybe not that much, but still.
he couldnât stop thinking about you, even if he tried to drown out his thoughts with alcohol and compulsive record shopping, which was hurting his wallet more than it could take.
all of that was evident in his mind as he walked into the record shop once again, smiling at the cashier before immersing himself in the rows of old vinyls. it worked for about two seconds before the bell rang, indicating another customer.
âgood morning!âÂ
his body froze on the spot, hands going still. he knew that voice too well. he knew your voice too well.
his heart began beating loud enough for him to feel it in his ears, his personal alarm system blearing like he had just encountered death itself.
he listened to you talk to the cashier animatedly for a couple seconds, realizing you most likely had no idea of his presence in the room. and he intended to keep it that way, so he slipped quietly through the aisles, being only two away when your voice sounded again.
âjaehyun?â
he shut his eyes for a couple seconds, debating if he should just act like he hadn't heard you before deciding to turn around and face you.
âyn, hi,â he said, voice strained.
âhow are you? i havenât seen you in a minuteâ you smiled, and his eyebrows furrowed. why werenât you acting mad at him after what he did?
âiâm okay⌠how are you?â he asked hesitatingly.Â
âwell, iâm fine,â you shrugged, your smile not quite reaching your eyes. âiâve missed you, though.â
his entire world seemed to crash down on him because of your words. how could you ever miss him?
âyou have?â his voice came out sadder than he intended it to, and he swore he could see something sad flicker in your eyes.
âof course, why wouldnât i? you disappeared just like that.â you said, voice softer than ever, laced with betrayal. his eyes flickered to your hands, watching how you nervously picked at the skin of your fingers.
guilt.Â
guilt.
guilt.
âis itâŚâ you spoke again tentatively. âis it because i saw you with that girl?â his eyes were still on your fingers, beginning to grow worried that you could hurt yourself
guilt.
guilt.
guilt.
he was beginning to drown; his breath labored and heavy as if someone sat on his chest. he knew something like this would happen. that he would hurt you, because nothing good could come out of being close to him.
your voice was nothing but a muffled sound by this point, his mind cloudy as his chest began to hurt. fuck, was he really about to panic in the middle of a record shop simply because you were confronting him?
âi hope you know i donât mind,â you spoke, and that made his gaze flicker to your face. what? he didnât think he was listening correctly. everything was moving way too fast, so much that he missed the realization set on your face.Â
âjae, are you okay?â you asked, still picking at your nails while your expression turned into a worried one.
âyouâre hurting yourself, donât do that,â he answered and took your hand in his, his vision tunneled completely.
âokay, i wonât, but i need you to breathe please,â you nodded, letting him interlace your fingers and squeezing his hand. âeverything is okay, iâm here.â
jaehyun closed his eyes and tried to focus on the sound of your voice and the feeling of your hand squeezing his own, taking deep breaths until his heart rate went down and little by little, his consciousness was back.
âjae?â you called, squeezing his hand again.Â
âyeah, iâm hereâ he nodded, having to gather courage before looking at you again. âsorry about that⌠uhm, it just kind of happens sometimes.â
âyou have nothing to apologize for,â you gave him a reassuring smile. ânot for anything, iâm not mad at you.â
he felt his body relaxed automatically at the sound of those words. âyou arenât?â
you shook your head, your thumb caressing his knuckles. âyouâve never owed me anything, you know⌠we arenât together.â
oh.
oh.
âi know that, but i just thought-â he interrupted himself before he said something he shouldn't.Â
âi know, i thought so too,â you muttered, seconds before shrugging. âbut weâre good, i promise.â
he searched for any sign of hesitation in your eyes, finding nothing but honesty.
âweâre good,â he breathed out, nodding as he felt relief wash through his body.
âjust... donât run away again, please,â you asked, your voice soft. âi donât think i can take one more time.â
jaehyun found himself nodding as he pulled you into his arms, nothing short of desperate to have you close. âi wonât, i promise i wonât.â
your arms wrapped around his torso, pulling him impossibly closer. âgood.â you mumbled. ânow we should get out of this place.â
âyeah⌠does italian sound good?â he asked, his hand going up to caress your hair.
âyeah, sure.â
he's a piece of work, dirty shirt, needs evaluation she's a pinkie up, pixie cut with plenty motivation
âjaehyun, someone is here to see you!â johnnyâs voice blared through the garage, causing a smile on jaehyunâs face immediately.
there was only one person that would go see him at work; only one person he wanted to see.
âtell her to come in!â he yelled back, adjusting one last piece before rolling out of the car, just in time to watch you come in. âhey, pretty.â
âhey, jaeâ you smiled, walking towards him with a huge smile on your face.Â
âwhat are you doing here?â he sat up and grabbed a rag from the floor, whipping the oil from his hands.
âjust wanted to see you and bring you some food,â you smiled, showing him the bag you carried and plopping down next to him on the floor.
âyouâre going to get your clothes dirty,â he teased, grabbing the bag from your hands and leaning in to kiss your cheek as a thank you.
âweâll be matching then.â you winked at him playfully, making him roll his eyes with endearment. âthough i think i wonât get to where you are unless i go lay down under a car for a bit.â
âyou planning on finishing my job?â he raised an eyebrow, amused.
âit surely canât be that hard, what are you doing?â you asked, a slight cocky tone in your voice.
âchanging a catalytic converter, easy money,â he laughed as he began eating.
âsure, easy money,â you nodded, very obviously having no clue of what he was saying.
âi can show you how to do it when iâm done, if you want,â he spoke, mouth full as he ate like he had been starving for days.
âsure, iâve always wanted to learn how to change a catalytic converter. itâs at the very top of my to-do list.â you said sarcastically, making him snort.
âi thought so, yeah,â he nodded amusingly as he left aside the package of the food.Â
âvery well, teacher, show me.â you clapped your hands, ready to do whatever he said.
âsomeoneâs eager to learn,â he teased.
âi just want to use the rolly thingy,â you pointed at the device.
âthe ârolly thingyâ is called a creeper,â he lectured, pulling it to him. âcome on, lay down.â
you did as he told you to, ignoring his lesson and letting out a small laugh when he pushed you under the car, following after you seconds later.
âdo you actually want me to explain what iâm doing?â he asked, looking at you with fond eyes.
ânot really, i really just wanted to use this thing,â you chuckled.
âi knew it,â he laughed, turning his head back to where he needed to continue working. âat least keep talking, i need entertainment.
âdo i look like a clown to you, asshole?â you asked, swatting at his arm.
âyeah, more or less.â
âbitch, youâre so mean,â you laughed, settling back on the creeper. âdid i ever tell you i had a pixie cut when i was little?â
âhmm, did you now?â he asked, focused on his work but still listening.
âyeah, my brother called me a boy for like a year,â you snorted, beginning a story that jaehyun knew would be long.
he's a whiskey drinking, barely thinking, got no destination she's a plane ride home
jaehyun was bored. so, so bored.
he hadnât gone out in a long time, having promised himself he would try to get away from that scene. partly for him, and partly for you, because you didnât deserve being near someone that turned to alcohol when things got hard.
however, maybe you could bear being with someone who turned to it when things got extremely fucking bored.
he wasnât used to being alone at parties, always having a girl who was at least good enough to entertain him for the night. but he didnât want them anymore, he only had one person in mind, and she had deemed herself too busy to attend the club mark had dragged him to.
so he had nothing going on but the drinks that kept flowing on the table as he laughed with his friends, watching their poor attempts to pick up girls.Â
âso, youâre not getting with anyone anymore?â yuta asked from his place on the booth, his girlfriend cuddled up to his side.
ânah, not interested,â jaehyun replied, just realizing how dizzy he felt when it was his turn to speak.
âis it about your neighbor?â the girl asked, watching him with a fond smile.
âyeah, i guess you could say that,â he smiled, the simple mention of you making his chest warm.
teasing began flowing from all corners of the table, as well as more and more alcohol.
enough alcohol to have jaehyun stumble out of the bar, struggling to keep himself upright. he sat down on the sidewalk, his back hitting the wall as a cigarette made its way to his lips.
âoh, hiâ a feminine voice caught his attention, his eyes moving from the high heels all the way up to an unknown face.
âhi?â he asked, eyebrows furrowing as he looked up at her.
âare you here alone?â she asked, hand tangling on her hair and twirling it.
âdonât see anyone else around me,â he scoffed, pulling out his phone from his pocket to pretend to be doing something. he was drunk, but not ever drunk enough for you to leave his mind for a second.
âwell, do you want to change that?â she asked, and he felt genuinely sorry for the fact that girls had to go through this so much.
âyeah,â he nodded, watching her smile light up for a second. âmy girlfriend is coming to get me.â
the words sounded so well when he said them that he wished they were true.
he watched her scoff and walk away, gaze lowering to the screen once again. your contact picture stared back at him, making him smile softly.
he took his phone to his ear and heard it ring for a few seconds until your voice came from the other side. âjae?â
âhey, ynnieâ he smiled, voice softly and evidently tied with the shots he had taken âwhy are you still awake?â
âiâm still studying,â you said, and he could hear the smile on your face. âwhy are you?â
âiâm sitting on the sidewalk of the club,â he said, pushing the cigarette but onto the pavement. âi miss you.â
âdo you now?â you chuckled from the other side, and he felt his heart soar in his chest at the sound.
âmhm, i really wish you were here,â he mumbled, feeling a little flustered.
âwant me to go get you?â you smiled, already getting your keys from the table.
âyou would do that?â his voice sounded so soft that you felt like melting.
âof course, just send me your location.â
he did as he was asked and stayed on the phone the whole drive, not hanging up until he physically saw you get out of your car and approach him.
âhi, cutie,â you smiled, standing in front of him.
âhi pretty,â he smiled back, standing up and engulfing you in his arms.
âdid something happen?â you asked, hand going up to his hair to caress it softly.
âsome girl tried to get with meâ he spoke, the disgust evident in his voice. âbut i told her my girlfriend was coming to get me.â
your heart stopped for a second at his words, finding him completely adorable.
âwell, iâm here. letâs go home.â
and I believe they're meant to be something, somehow, someday
the sound of the rain echoed through the room as you laid in bed, your nails scratching the skin of jaehyunâs back as his arms were wrapped around your torso. his entire body was laid on top of yours, his face hidden in the crook of your neck where he left soft kisses from time to time.
âbaby?â he asked, breaking the comfortable silence you had found yourselves in for a while.Â
âyeah?â you asked, not stopping with the caresses.
âhave you ever regretted anything with me?â he asked, his voice sounding scared and hesitating.
your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. why would he ever think that?Â
you believed you had never acted any way that would make him think so, but you knew him. you knew how insecure he could get and how hard he was on himself.
ânever, not a single time.â you assured, resuming the tender touches on his skin. âi would get a thousand white shirts ruined if i had to.â
you felt a small smile pressed to your neck as you moved your hand up to his hair.
âeven when i made you go through hell and back?â he asked again, seeking the reassurance he knew you could give him.
âyou didnât put me through hell and back, jae,â you scoffed a small laugh. âi waited for you like iâd wait for anything good in life.â
âi never thought i could deserve anyone like you,â he mumbled, moving away to roll off to his side, levelling up to your face to look into your eyes. âa fucking angel, if you will.â
âyou deserve absolutely everything good that has ever existed,â you smiled, taking your hand to his cheek to give him tender caresses.
âthatâs why i have you,â he smiled and leaned into your palm, tilting his face to leave a small kiss on it.
âyouâre so corny,â you chuckled, leaning in to kiss his forehead. following with a kiss on the tip of his nose, his cheeks, his eyelids and ending the tour on his lips.
âonly for you, though.â jaehyun muttered, pushing himself on his arm to hover over you. âbecause youâre everything that's good in the world, the literal manifestation of perfection.â
âiâm many things, but iâm not perfect,â you answered, your eyes still trained on him.
âyouâre perfect for me,â his voice was barely above a whisper as he leaned down to nuzzle his nose with yours, grazing your lips together.
âiâm glad you think so,â your voice matched his tone while you put your hand on his chest, pushing it softly until he was back on the bed.
âi have since the first day i met you.â his hands traveled to your waist, pulling you closer to his body. âwhen you told me my shoes were untied; when you called me to fix your sink; when you had to deal with me running away and having panic attacks at the record store.â
his gaze was so adoring, so incredibly soft.
âi would do that a thousand times,â you assured, leaning down to kiss him again.
âand i would do you a thousand times,â he suggested, eyebrows moving up and down as he pulled you over his body.
âoh my god, youâre so annoying,â you chuckled, joining your lips for a deeper kiss.
đ blue's corner ;; oh hi.... this was supposed to be a short little fic to feed you guys after being gone for so long but then i got entertained. anyways i miss him pls bring him back to me đ taglist ;; @neozon3nha @winwintea @spacejip @dudekiss3r @yizhrt @lyvhie @mae3xoxo đ back to the masterlist. đ please do not copy, adapt or steal any of the content !!!
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fall into me |carmen berzatto x reader|



prompt: part 2 of follow me. your date with carmen.
contains: fluff. anxious carmen. mentions of mikey. but all fluff :)
Carmen was sure he was going to be sick. A new kind of sickness, where his stomach felt like it was going to fall out of his mouth and ass at the same time. He changed his outfit six times, slacks and a tie felt too formal. Jeans felt out of the question, and while the very cool guy on TikTok swore that slacks and t-shirts were in this season⌠Carmen couldnât bring himself to wear it.Â
So he wore his slacks, good shoes he still had from pretentious meetings in the restaurant, and his good button down, a steely type blue- the saleswoman told him it really complimented his eyes, then wrote her number on his receipt. Of course, Carmen didnât call it. Heâd never allow himself the simple pleasures like that.Â
Carmen smoked the whole way to the restaurant, a bottle of cologne in his pocket, which he doused himself in on the corner, popping a mint. He saw you standing there, awkwardly on your phone by the light pole, head ducked to your screen in your black, silk, cowl neck dress. Carmen could feel his heart jump at the sight of you, cursing while he started to jog in the still new shoes.Â
âHey, shit, sorry.â Carmen apologized, his chest tightening and burning as he slowed in front of you. âI-I couldnât find my phone.â Definitely not because I tried on a million different outfits and had a panic attack.
âAh, so thatâs why you didnât text me back. Thought you ghosted me at your own restaurant.â You quipped, his heart plummeting, face falling with it. You grinned, shoving your phone in your tiny purse. ââM fucking with you, Carm. I just got here.âÂ
âOh,â Carmen sighed. âYeah, good. That-Thatâs good. Do you want to go in?âÂ
âSure.â You giggled. âAfter you, Chef.âÂ
âCâmon.â Carmen laughed lightly, shaking his head, hoping it would hide his burning cheeks. You were ahead of him, reaching for the door, his heart skipping when he saw it. âI got it!âÂ
You drew your hand back, looking at him carefully. The blush in his cheeks spread down to his neck. âI-I got it, let me get it.â Carmen nodded, pulling the handle. You glided past him, his hand ghosting on the small of your back, leaving you shuddering under his touch. It was casual, you doubted he even knew he did it, just a slight usher while he followed you in.Â
âItâs so different being here at night.â You whispered to him, your arm brushing his while you walked to the hostess station.Â
Carmen nodded. âI know, itâs, uh, itâs nice to see it like this, ya know?â He muttered. âSee it from a customerâs perspective.âÂ
âThatâs what you wanted, isnât it?â You asked, your head tilting to the side softly. âWhy weâre kinda doing this?âÂ
Carmenâs heart fell, swallowing around the lump in his throat. He could feel his own mind racing. Of course, you didnât think this was a date. Why would you ever want to be on a date with him?
âI mean, yeah, sorta. Here fâyou too. To thank you for everything.â Carmen nodded, eyes cutting to yours. Fuck, he knew he needed to look at you, he wanted to look at you, but it was so fuckinâ hard. When you looked so pretty, so effortlessly calm and cool. It made him fluster.Â
âCâmon, Carm. You hired me, paid me. And you guys have been so nice. Most places are⌠horrible. Act like Iâm bothering them when they hired me. Youâve got a good place, great staff. Iâm glad you wanted me to be a part of it for a while.â You smiled, stepping up to the hostess station.
Carmen could feel his heart squeeze, an uncomfortably tight realization that this would be the last time he saw you. Heâd been running numbers all night, seeing where he could take cuts so he could keep you, but even then, youâd be gone for at least another two months since you already took another job. By then, whatever you had here, would be gone.Â
âAh, there you are, the VIP customers for the night.â Richie schmoozed, sliding behind the hostess stand.Â
You grinned, Carmenâs eyes downcast making Richieâs jaw tick. âHow are you two this evening?â
âGreat.â You beamed. âExcited to try this place. Iâve never been here before. Heard itâs the best in Chicago.â You nudged Carmen playfully with your hip, grinning at him.Â
He gave you a tight lipped smile, hands by his side, trying to nonchalantly wipe his hands on his slacks. Richie smiled at you, glaring lightly at Carmen. âWell, you heard right, sweetheart. We want your night to be extra special, so we have this booth back here just for the two of you.âÂ
âHey, Syd,â Tina muttered, looking up from her plating to see your head pass with Carmenâs curly locks. âTheyâre here.âÂ
âShit, are they?â Sydney turned, looking through the window. âGod, Carmen looks like heâs about to pass out.âÂ
âFuck, he does, doesnât he?â Sugar huffed, her hands on her hips.Â
Richie caught Sugarâs eye through the window, a flickering glance that told her exactly what she needed to know. âSo, I will have the focaccia out for the two of you shortly. Can I start you off with anything to drink?âÂ
ââM good.â Carmen muttered, taking the leather bound menu into his hands, knee bouncing under the table.Â
You looked a little uncomfortable, eyes cutting to Carmenâs before a moment of hesitation flashed over your face. âUh, Iâll take a glass of whatever you think would pair best with the meal?âÂ
âPerfect. Iâll have that out.â Richie smiled, hoping his silent screams at Carmen would be enough for him to catch on. Fak passed, slipping a piece of paper in Richieâs hand. Richie stepped away, reading Sugarâs scribbled writing: âGET CARMEN BACK HERE NOW!!!!âÂ
âExcuse me, folks,â Richie greeted apologetically, though the two of you werenât talking. âCarmen, I hate to do this, but I need you just for a second, ok?âÂ
Carmen nodded, sliding out of the booth without so much as looking at you. Richie fought the urge to roll his eyes. âIâm sorry, sweetheart, itâll just be a second. That focaccia and riesling are on the way.â Richie grinned at you, stepping beside Carmen.Â
âWhatâs goinâ on? Did we run out of-âÂ
â-No, you fuckinâ moron.â Richie huffed, letting the door slam shut. âThe fuck is your problem, huh? Youâre not even- hey, send that to six with the Cakebread white, ok?- Youâre not even looking at her, câmon, Cousin.âÂ
Carmen blushed, running a hand through his hair. âWhat? I-Iâm talkinâ to her-âÂ
â-No, youâre not.â Sugar snapped, rounding the corner. âYou look like an ass, Carmy. Youâre on a date with her and-âÂ
â-Itâs not a date.â Carmen shook his head, brushing it off.Â
Sugar blinked. âYouâre on a date with her,â She repeated, her tone firmer- a mom tone sheâd adapted since working here that would help with the baby. âAnd youâre acting like a total-totalâŚâ Sugar waved her hands, stuttering over the word.Â
âJagoff.â Neil added, passing through the kitchen for a moment before going out the doors.Â
âThank you! Yes! A total jagoff.â Sugar glared at Carmen.Â
âI-I donât even think she thinks itâs a date-âÂ
The kitchen erupted in groans, shouting at him irritatedly. âLook at how sheâs dressed. If she thought this was a free meal ticket, she wouldnât wear that. That is a date night dress.âÂ
âThatâs true.â Sydney added.Â
Carmen couldnât help the way his heart flipped with excitement, looking out the window at you, sitting at the table, nursing your wine slowly- alone.Â
âCousin, câmere,â Richie motioned him, leading him towards the office. âLook, I get you got this whole âI deserve nothing goodâ doom and gloom attitude, but that right there. Thatâs good.â Richie jabbed his finger towards the door. âI see you, ok? You guys got that cute little texting thing goinâ on, alright?âÂ
Carmen stilled. He felt like a teenager again, being teased and tormented by Mikey and Richie about a crush he had. How the fuck did he know about your texting? âLook, if you let her go tonight without even trying, youâre gonna regret it. You only got one chance, cousin, do not miss your chance to blow.â Richie said seriously.Â
âDonât fuckinâ quote Eminem to me right now-âÂ
â-Alright, alright, but seriously?â Richie nodded into the office, the tiny frame that held Mikeyâs note âLet it rip!â. Carmen felt his stomach turn, guilt trilling in it. He knew Richie was right and that fact alone made him queasy. âListen to Mikey, alright? You can have good shit in your life.âÂ
Carmen looked at the photo, taking a grounding breath, Mikeyâs voice ringing loud in his ears. âLet it rip.â Carmen muttered, pushing past the double doors back to you.Â
âOh, no way!â You laughed. âYou donât have TikTok?âÂ
âNo, no. Donât have time for it.â Carmen shrugged, sipping his water.Â
âThen how do you watch our videos?â You asked, brow raising in question.Â
âI click the link you send me and it opens up just on my Google or whatever.â Carmen grinned, shrugging lightly, popping another truffle fry in his mouth. Heâd nearly fallen over when you asked for ranch, teasing you lightly. Youâd only shrugged, sticking one in your mouth, declaring it would taste better with ranch. You were kidding, of course, it was perfect.Â
âWow.â You smirked, finger tracing around the rim. âYouâre missing out. Itâs addictive.âÂ
âYeah? Itâs weird too.â Carmen snorted lightly.Â
âSays you! Youâre Mr. TikTok Famous and you donât even know it.â You pushed his arm lightly, trying not to gawk at how firm his biceps were. Sure, youâd definitely seen them while he was working, but⌠they felt better than they looked. âShould see how youâve got everyone in a tizzy. Chopping onions and marinating wagyu.âÂ
Carmen laughed, cheeks reddening at the compliment. âYeah, those comments wereâŚshocking.âÂ
âYou think?â You cocked your head to the side. âI thought they were pretty normal.âÂ
âHalf of them were asking me to violently punch them.â Carmen laughed, eyes widening at you.Â
âWell, can you blame them?â You grinned, leaning in closer. âYou got nice hands. Of course, theyâre going feral. I knew what I was doing with that shot. Giving the people what they want.âÂ
Carmen blushed furiously, hoping you couldnât see under the low light of the restaurant. âNah, câmon.â He looked down at his fingers, etched with tattoos.Â
âYou câmon.â You grinned, reaching out a little daringly to trace a finger over his veins. Youâd blame the wine for your boldness, but Carmen shivered under your touch. âYouâve got hot hands. No wonder they all go so crazy. Youâre a pretty chef with good hands.âÂ
Carmen knew you had to see his blush now, sure his body temperature went up ten degrees, heart beating so bad in his chest he was sure he wasnât going to make it another course. âUh,â Carmen laughed, running his free hand over his mouth, hoping to hide some of his grin. He didnât dare move his hand from his. âWell, thanks, I guess. I, um, I wanna say I think the same.âÂ
You lifted a brow, biting back a laugh when he stuttered, his eyes widening. Your giggles were infectious to him, a stream of his own nervous laugh spilling out of his throat. âNo, I-I meant- fuck, I meant⌠I, uh, I think youâre pretty.âÂ
There was a pause, your own teeth pulling in your lip, grinning shyly at him. âReally?â You asked. You felt like you were in junior high again, finding out the boy on the JV team like liked you. It was giddy, the feeling in your chest. Warm, your heart skipping a beat.Â
âYeah.â Carmen nodded, swallowing around the lump in his throat. âBeautiful, really.âÂ
âWell, thank you.â You grinned, hoping to hide your smile behind your own glass of wine. Fak came by, dropping your next course off, a temporary relief for the moment, letting the two of you get yourselves together.Â
âYou think heâll do it?â Sugar asked, pretending to roll silverware while Richie handed them to her. A meaningless job that just so happened to be by the window, so they could see the two of you.Â
âI dunno. Could go either way.â Richie sucked in a breath. âHe seems to be close, ya know? Think he has it in him to do it, just⌠fuck, I hope he does.âÂ
âMe too.â Sugar sighed. âCan you hear what theyâre saying? It looks⌠nice? So thatâs gotta be good, right?âÂ
âYeah, hopefullyâŚâ Richie hummed, squinting to try and make out the words you were whispering to each other. The two of you were pressed together, migrated together as the meal went on until you were huddled, like it was the two of you.Â
âI really donât want you to leave.â Carmen admitted, body pressed to yours, hand in yours in the dim light of the booth. Everyone had left, all the patrons shuffled out and escorted to their cars. Some of the kitchen staff went home, but some stayed, pretending to be extra tedious with their cleanup so they could see the two of you.Â
âI know. Iâm having such a good time with you.â You agreed, tilting your chin up to look at him, lashes batting, eyes a little glossy from the wine.Â
âNo- I mean, yeah I-Iâm having a good time with you, too. But I meant⌠leave forever.â Carmen admitted, the lump in his throat growing more and more with each word. âI really liked having you here.âÂ
âI liked being here.â You hummed, tongue running over your bottom lip lightly. âIt was a lot of fun. I liked spending time with you.âÂ
âYeah? I liked spending time with you too. A lot.â Carmen admitted. âAnd I⌠I want to keep spending time with you?â It came out more as a question, all hopeful eyes and a rounded gaze. âIf-If you want to-âÂ
â-Yeah.â You grinned. âI wanna keep spending time with you. I like being with you, Carmen.âÂ
âYeah? Really?â Camren was half convinced he was hallucinating.Â
âYeah.â You nodded. âIf you wanna spend some more time with me too. Iâd like to get to know you more, and not to just write a staff spotlight on.â You giggled, his lips curling at the sound. âTo, like, really get to know you.âÂ
âI would⌠yeah, Iâd like that. Like to get to know you too.â Carmen nodded.Â
There was a pause, the tension between the two of you was thick. Your eyes darted from his lips back to his eyes, already leaning closer. Carmen could feel his stomach lurch with nerves, Mikeyâs voice ringing over and over and over.Â
Let it fuckinâ rip, Carmen thought before he moved in, lips on yours. His hands were clammy cradling your jaw but you didnât seem to mind, your own arms snaking their way around his neck, pulling him closer, deeper into the kiss.Â
âHoly shit!â Richie gasped, dropping the fork. âLook! Fuckinâ look!âÂ
The staff clambered around to huddle by the window, watching the two of you kiss, pulling apart with small smiles, before going back in. Carmenâs hands sliding down your back, your arms, your waist- fuck, he just loved feeling you like this, and he hadnât even felt all of you. Yet.Â
âHe fuckinâ did it.â Richie grinned, awing at Carmen. âHey, Sug, might be a bad time, but I believe Iâm owed fifty dollars.âÂ
You pulled apart, grinning at Carmen, still huddled close together, his hands rubbing the silk fabric of your dress, your sliding through the curls on the nape of his neck. Your mind was dizzy, the rush of adrenaline, emotion, and buzzing from the wine.Â
âWhatâre you doinâ tomorrow?â Carmen asked.Â
âNothing.â You hummed. âWhy? Youâve got something in mind?âÂ
âNot-Not right now, actually.â Carmen admitted with a small laugh. âBut Iâd love to do something with you.âÂ
âMe too.â You smiled.Â
Carmen looked around, catching his staff standing in the window, rolling his eyes when they darted after he caught them, scampering in different directions. âUm, itâs gettinâ kinda late.â Carmen looked at you, fingers drumming on his thigh- that was still touching yours.Â
âYeah.â You nodded, looking at your phone. âI guess I should go, and Iâll, um, Iâll see you tomorrow?âÂ
Carmen nodded, sliding out of the booth then offering his hand to help you. âDid you walk here?âÂ
âNo, I took the L.â You walked towards the door beside him. It was quiet, the soft hum from the kitchen, the muffled clatters of pots and pans being put away.Â
âMe too. Iâll ride back with you?â Carmen offered.Â
âI thought you lived like three blocks away?â You giggled, tilting your head to the side. âAnd Iâm in the opposite direction.âÂ
âYeah, I-I do.â Carmen nodded. âI just⌠You shouldnât ride alone at night, ya know? Shit could happen and⌠I donât want it to. To happen to you.âÂ
You could feel the heat flushing through your cheeks, through your chest. You laughed lightly. âIs this your way of trying to come home with me?â You lifted a brow playfully.Â
âNo! No.â Carmen shook his head, flustered, which made you laugh harder.Â
âIâm kidding, Carm.â You giggle, reassuring him. âBut⌠if you wanted to come stay the night. Since itâs late⌠and youâre insisting on coming with me on the L.âÂ
âI donât wanna make-make it weird, or come off like that. I-I really am⌠I like you.â Carmen stuttered. Fuck, there was nothing more tempting than that invite, but Carmen didnât want to fuck this up. He really didnât want to fuck this up.Â
âI mean, stay over so we can talk more.â You gave him a pointed look. âWe were having a good conversation. Werenât we?âÂ
âYeah, no, yeah. Yeah, we were.â Carmen stuttered, hand on the door, twisting the lock though his eyes never left yours.Â
âSo⌠You want to come over then? Finish telling me about Copenhagen? Please?â And how could Carmen say no, his head spinning with excitement when he walked out behind you, letting the door fall shut, your arm looping around his while you walked towards the L.Â
Richie ran to the front, pushing the door open with Sugar and Tina, watching the two of you walk towards the station. âGood job, Cousin.â Richie muttered.Â
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Sheâs the Man



Pairing: Jenna Ortega x fem Reader Summary: With the new university Y/N meets new opportunities, plays on the football team, meets new people, makes new friendships, and maybe finds something she didnât think would find.... But being dressed as her brother can create little problems in the future. Sheâs the Man AU A/N: So this fic will be based on the movie She´s the Man, it won´t follow every step of the story, I had it in mind some time now and have been thinking about if it is a good idea or not but well, here goes nothing⌠Not forcing anyone to read this, idk just wanted to try something new. Warning: first time writing, bad grammar and punctuation in complex sentences, spelling errors, boring and awkward Word count: 5k I DONâT OWN THE MOVIE THIS STORY IS BASED ON OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS THAT ARE IN THERE. ITâS ONLY FICTION AND NONE OF THIS IS REAL.
Chapter 1
Y/N is sitting in her brother´s room, eyes wide open âYou can´t be serious! How am I supposed to do that?!â she shouted at him. âI´ll be thankful to you till the end of my life.â well, that won´t be for long if she decides to kill him right now. âCharlie-â
âPlease Y/N you are my only hope, you know I´ve been wanting to go to this festival for so long, you know what it means to me, please.â he puts his hands in a praying position, and now his puppy eyes are the only thing his sister can see. âEw get away from me.â she pushed him into the chest as he stumbled back.
Charlie, Y/N´s twin brother, wants her to impersonate him. Yeah, you heard it right, he wants his sister to go to his school and act like him this whole time that he will be on tour. He is in the band, their parents aren´t really happy about it, they say that music won´t get him anywhere and he should concentrate on the more important stuff. Y/N´s sad because she was always like if something makes you happy, that´s all that matters, right? But he isn´t giving up, he still hopes that he can convince them about being serious with music.
And don´t get her wrong, she´d do anything and everything for him, he is her brother, her twin, but this... She´s not so sure, it´s just too much, what if they find out? What if she isn´t good enough and mess up? What would their parents say? Oh God too much pressure on her shoulders and she didn´t even say yes.
But his sad and disappointed eyes are her last straw. âGosh.... m'kay.â Y/N whispered under her breath almost unnoticed. Charlie´s eyes lit up like Christmas lights and started running to his sister yelling âThank you thank you thank you! I promise I´ll do anything for you!â He almost suffocated her when they hugged. âCareful with your words and now get off I can´t breathe!â he immediately pushed himself off and started his little winning dance.
She rolled her eyes at him âSo how we are going to do that? I mean, I need to look exactly like you, act like you, talk like you, and EVEN SMELL like you? Well now I´m not so sure if I can do this I mean-â she looked at him and scrunched up her nose. âOh, you didn´t you f-â he hit Y/N with the pillow in the head. She started laughing at her brother's offended face. âJust kidding stop being a baby.â
He stood up and started thinking âWell we look alike, like a lot, so there won´t be much work in the face-â âWhat?!â â-but you need to learn how to walk like me and dress like me. Stand up we are having our first lesson.â
They were practicing her walk, or more like his walk, and she got it pretty right. Clothes won´t be a big problem cause they wear uniforms and wearing baggy clothes is one of the most comfortable things for her. She doesn´t know how she will do it but for her brother, she needs to at least try.
A couple of days passed and now Y/N is sitting in the passenger seat, Charlie is behind the wheel. Sun is shining through the windows of their parent's car. She is wearing her school uniform and her leg is bouncing up and down in black uncomfortable shoes.
âStop Y/N it will be okay-â she turned to him âWell it´s easy for you to say! You aren´t the one dressed as me!â. Okay maybe she´s a little dramatic but she´s shitting her uniform pants right now, oh God please let this be over already.
Y/N didn´t even notice and they were already in front of the school. Students were walking back and forth, laughing and greeting each other after the holidays. The girl wasn´t a social kid growing up. I mean she doesn´t have a problem with talking to others, the problem is in the start of conversations. She can try as hard as she can but she never knows how to begin. Her mind suddenly stops working and becomes quiet. She´s not shy, at least she doesn´t think she is. For the longest time of her life, she thought that she was an introvert but as she was getting older she realized maybe she´s just a quiet extrovert. Y/N likes to listen to people more than talk to them. She likes to be by herself but also enjoys the company of the right people.
âOkay we are here, â Charlie said âJust try to enjoy it, it will be funâ. Yeah, his twin is boiling with excitement.
They got out of the car, her brother went to get her bags from the back and she just stood there. Just like a kid for the first time going to school, doesn´t know what's waiting for them. She just realized that this is real and that what is she going to do is a crazy idea.
âCh-Charlie I think I changed my mind I can´t do this-â
âY/N STOP-â
Walking to her dorm room is the next thing, bags in hands trying to find her room. Finally, she sees the right numbers and she can´t wait to put these heavy bags in there. She unlocked the door and walked straight to the room.
âOh hi!â Y/N heard from the other side, looked up and her eyes met with the unknown boy.
âI´m Percy.â he walked up to her and offered his hand âI´m guessing you are my roommate?â He was a little taller than her and had long brown hair.
âYeah, nice to meet you my name´s Y-Ch-Charlie, my name´s Charlie.â she said as she shook his hand. Damn! She needs to concentrate more.
âWell Charlie pleasure to meet youâ he smiled âI´d like to sit and talk with you but I have to go now, you can put your clothes right there, and on the left side of the door is the bathroom, thankfully every room has one so not all students have to share the same one.â Well, at least it would be easier for her to shower. Y/N thanked him as he walked away. With a sigh, she fell right into her new bed. She started unpacking and soon walked out of the dorm. She doesn´t know where is she going but she will find out. Silently cursed at her new roommate for rushing away even though he knew she was new. Y/N was in her world passing around the corner of the hallway until someone smashed into her.
âOh shit Iâm so sorry!â
The girl moved her gaze to the voice and there was a guy, he was taller than her and looked like he was in a rush, he was holding some clothes which were probably PE uniform.
âI didnât mean to do it I swear I didnât see y-â
âHey itâs okay nothing happened but damn you are in quite a rushâ. she laughed and he started to rub his neck.
âYeah, Iâm heading into football practice and Iâm late again, oh God my coach is going to kill me, last time he said if this happens one more time he will kick me out of the team.â he kept rumbling but the only word Y/N could catch in his sentence was âfootballâ.
âBut hey at least you are okay, Iâm glad nothing serious happened-â she cut him off.
âWait you play football?â
âUhm yeah, doesnât it look like it?â. He asked in a small voice as if he was sad about it. What? He definitely looks like someone who does some sport, he is big and tall with his big arms wide shoulders, and athletic legs.
âNo I didnât mean it like that-â he kept watching her with curious eyes â-I just used to play football too and yeah, I donât even know why I react-â his face lit up.
âYou can go with me! We have enough space in our team!â
âThank you but am not sure if-â
âNo! Please! Iâm not going to force you but you can at least come and look, please-â he was giving her puppy eyes now â-if you come with me then the coach would forgive me maybe if I said I was bringing you-â
âSo thatâs what it is about!â
âNo! Well- maybe- but it would be cool to have someone new on our team! And we are missing a midfielder because of his injury, so you could fill up his placeâ. Well maybe it wouldnât be the worst idea, she can at least try. Y/N looked up at him and nodded.
âYES! Come with me- wait my nameâs Masonâ
âCharlieâ she introduced herself with her brother's name.
They shook hands and started to walk into a field.
âYou are new here, right? I don´t think I saw you before.â-
Y/N was now standing inside the cafeteria, she was looking around for a spot when suddenly she saw Percy, he was sitting in one of the middle tables with some of his friends. Before she could do anything he looked up and saw her.
âCharlie!â he waved his hand for her to come over to the table, his friends already looking at her. Well, there´s no way to go back now.
âHey, I wanted you to introduce me to my friends.â he said smiling âThis is Hunter and Georgie.â Y/N shook their hands and took a seat.
âNice to meet you, Charlie, â Hunter said, âso how´s the first day goin´?â
âWell I´m just warming myself in here but so far I don´t have any negative words.â
Georgie took a sip of something he had in his cup and looked at her âThat´s good, if you have a problem with something just ask.â
Hunter laughed at Georgie âYeah but I don´t recommend asking Georgie for help with a class, he is the one who should seek help with that.â
âI´m not!â he said offended. Y/N could only laugh at their bickering. âDon´t mind them-â Percy wanted to continue with his sentence but his eyes caught something more interesting. She followed his gaze until she was met with three girls who walked into the cafeteria. They sat opposite their table and were discussing something that Y/N´s ears couldn´t hear because of the loud noise of other students in the room. She knew that Percy knew them or at least one of them, she would be an idiot to not catch that stare he was giving them but she was fighting with inner thoughts if she should ask or not. Before she could even decide Hunter saw that and turned around to look.
âOh, â he said, and soon Georgie followed Hunter's action and started laughing. âyou may wonder why is Percy stuck. â he said to Y/N. âWell Charlie, the one girl in the middle is Jenna, and Percy here has been trying to get with her forever but with no answer â. Oh, so he was looking at her. Yeah no wonder, she caught Y/N´s attention pretty quickly. She was really attractive even from this far. âHe tried everything.â Georgie continued âfrom writing her letter and getting it into her locker, drawing her portrait and leaving it on the seat she used to sit at to ask her in person but nothing!â he laughed and Percy punched him into his shoulder. âThis is not funny! I don´t know what to do anymore!â.
âHave you thought about that maybe she didn´t see you in that way?â Hunter asked as he turned back to him.
âOf course you idiot but at least she could give me a chanceâÂ
âWell, I don´t know I mean... it´s a little strange I can´t even remember if I have ever seen her with someone. There are lots of guys who wanted to get with her but she turned them down, maybe she doesn´t want a relationship now-â Hunter still kept looking at him with a serious face â-Or maybe she just thinks you are a creep.â Georgie said and started laughing again. Percy groaned and put his head in his hands. Y/N could only smile at this boy, he was hilarious.
They were sitting there and talking mostly about classes and professors in school. She learned that Percy is in an art club and loves to paint. That would answer the question of why he has so many paintings on the walls of his side of the room, Y/N must admit he is talented and has a unique style. Hunter and Georgie, the two boys she just met, were friendly, they always tried to keep her in a conversation and asked her questions about her last school, hobbies, and family. The girl may don´t know them for too long but she can already say that she feels comfortable with them.
Y/N was speed walking out of her last class, she had a long day and couldn´t wait for it to end. Tomorrow she´s going to have her first training and she wanted to get herself some sleep. She was thinking about things to do when suddenly her body crushed into someone. Yeah, again. She heard a small ugh and the sound of books falling on the floor. Well only her luck. She picked herself up and looked at who was the other person. She didnât know if her eyes were making some magic on her or not. She realized what happened and started picking up her books from the ground.
âIâm so sorry- I didnât mean to!â
âNo no, it was my fault.â Y/N looked at her and was met with big doe eyes. Her brain couldnât process what was happening. In front of her was Jenna, the girl from the cafeteria, she was wearing a school uniform and stood shorter than Y/N, her dark brown eyes, which she couldn´t see a couple of minutes ago clearly, matched her long hair.
Suddenly the door from a principalâs office opened and he walked out. âWhat is-?â he started but as he looked at the scene in front of him he smirked. âGetting to know the opposite sex, are we? Male-female dynamics. All that sexual tension. It's all part of the high school experience. So continue. Please. But keep it clean, though. OK. Abstinence is key. Abstinence is... the best way to not is to not... yes.â he slowly took back steps and closed his door.
âWellâ Y/N sighed and looked and the other girl âThat was awkward... is he always like this? Friendly?â she asked her. Jenna softly laughed âAre you kidding? That´s him being rudeâ.
âOkey... ehm... I´ll continue with my way.â She didn´t know why she was acting like this. âHere are your books.â She handed her them and shot her apology for eyes âSorry again I didn´t mean to.â
Jenna only looked up at her with wide eyes âIt´s okay, nothing happened â she smiled âHope to see you againâ. Y/N quickly walked away leaving the other girl behind her. Damn, she needs to put herself together.
The next day Y/N felt a lot more relaxed, she spent almost all afternoon with Mason and she decided that he just become her favourite person. He was so kind. Keeping an eye on her and always asking if she needed anything. He was outgoing and even though her new friend was the polar opposite of her social life, Y/N couldn´t help but feel comfortable with Mason.
The whistle was heard from the football field and Y/N was trying to find her way of getting the ball into the net. God, she missed it so much. Her legs were running like there was no tomorrow, others got in her way to stop her but they never succeded, Y/N was too good. She knew that. In the past, when she used to play, she was one of the best, if not the best, in her team. She truly enjoyed it and now that she finally had the football ball on her foot there was no way to stop her. Y/N shot the ball into a net and it flew straight to the right top corner of the goal.
âWhat? Charlie! How are you this good man?â Mason ran to her and grabbed her shoulders smiling. âAnd here you wanted to decline my offer!â
âWell I got a little lost.â They started walking slowly to get their water as they got a quick pause from the coach.
Some people were sitting on the tribune but she didn´t mind. This wasn´t only a football field, there were a lot of sports grounds and right now there were a lot of athletes too. She scanned the chairs when suddenly she caught the girl. The same girl she saw for the first time in the cafeteria and the second time ran into. She had books on her knees and a bag beside her, her hair was waiving in soft wind. But there is no way that she came to look at the football training, right? She was waiting for someone, maybe her friend. But as she kept looking, their eyes met and Y/N quickly looked the other way. This was embarrassing. Luckily she was saved by the whistle and that made her jog her way to the coach.
At the end of her training coach called the girl on the side âGood job today Y/L/N, I would be glad if you come next practice.â he said as he waited for her answer.
âYes, you will see me, thank you for having me.â He only nodded his head and walked away. Mason came to her side and was smiling widely âYou impressed him today, I wouldn´t be surprised if he let you play in our next game.â his eyebrows went up and down.
She was glad that she let herself be talked into this, Y/N hadn´t felt this alive since she could remember. It was for sure a good idea and couldn´t wait for the next practice. As she was walking back she shot one last glance at the tribune only to find the spot Jenna sat in empty.
Y/N was leaning on a table, they were waiting for their professor to start a class. She´s standing beside Percy, Hunter, and Georgie. They are talking about plans for the weekend. Y/N doesn´t really listen she just looks like she is listening.
She was thinking about her brother and how she would call him when her class was over. He already texted her, asking how it was going and if she had any troubles. She misses him, but she won´t tell him that of course, and how could she not, he is her twin, her other half.
The teacher walked to their group with a bucket in her hand. âEveryone, please take a slip and read off the name of your lab partner.â Percy was the first one who grab the folded paper, he got Emma Myers. Emma was one of the group of girls they saw in the cafeteria. âOh you are lucky, she´s cool.â Georgie says and Hunter nods at his words.
Y/N unfolded her paper âJenna Ortegaâ she says out loud and Jenna immediately looks at her with a smile. âYou know each other?â Percy hissed at her. âNo, not reallyâ quickly turned away with a slight hint of red cheeks. âSwitch up with me pleaseâ he went to grab the paper with the girl´s name on it. âI canât! She already heard me, what would she think?â the girl grabbed her things and went to her new lab partner.
âHi.. so you are my lab partner?â âYeah,â she said smiling.
âI don´t think we introduced each other the other day.â she was hitting on the day they both ran to each other. âNo we didn´t, I´m Jenna.â she grinned. âI´m Charlie.â She almost forgot about her brother. Y/N felt Percy´s gaze but didn´t mind him. It´s not her fault that she got lucky to get her as a lab partner, right? It happened because of something she can´t control.
âYou know ehm... the whole dissecting thing kind of freaks me out. So, think you may have to take the reins on this one.â she said slowly.
Jenna leaned into the table with her eyes still on the other girl.âWow, no guy would ever admire thatâ Oh f- Y/N quickly realized her mistake. What is she even saying? âShit, you are rightâ Her hands started to sweat but before the inner thoughts and anxiety could grow even more the brown-haired girl grabbed her hands. âNo! Itâs okay you donât have to be embarrassed, itâs cuteâ
Y/N moved her eyes from their hands and looked at her. God her doe eyes, they were beautiful, so innocent and pure. She lowered her gaze at her smiling lips and then her dimples, at that action Jenna smiled even wider. âSo today we are going to-â she quickly pushed her own hands away and looked at the professor acting like she wasnât just drooling over her classmate. This will be long.
âSo how it went?â Percy asked.
âWhat do you mean?â
âThe talk with Jenna, how it went? What were you talking about?â Y/N turned to him placing books on her table. They were in their dorm right now since their classes were over. âNothing, just school workâ Well she wasnât lying. They were just talking. He was silent for a minute, looking out of the window. âWhat are you thinking about?â the girl questioned him but his eyes were telling that his thoughts were elsewhere.
âCharlie I need you to do something for meâ Well this doesnât start well. â Can you convince her to go out with me?â âWho?â He turned to her.Â
âJenna of course! Itâs just Iâve been into her-â yeah she had noticed â-for so long and this is like a perfect opportunity for me that she will finally say yes to me.â he sat on her bed and looked up at her. In this position, it seemed like he was giving her an ultimatum like there was no other answer than the one he wanted. And like dude, there may be a reason if she didnât say yes to you yet. He keeps looking at her waiting for the girl's answer and to be honest, for some reason, she doesnât really like the idea of him with Jenna together but on the other hand, she canât just say no to him. Why is she always the one who needs to please someone's needs?
âWell, Iâll see what I can doâ. Y/N nodded her head and Percy instantly got up.
âThank you Char you are a lifesaver!â he smiled wide at her and went to his bed as she just stood there looking at the ground.
At night Y/N couldn´t sleep, she was thinking about what Percy said and she didn´t feel good about it. Because of something, it felt a little disrespectful towards Jenna, almost unfair. But she already agreed. She will just say something nice about him and see where it will go, she can´t influence Jenna´s decision after that and Percy can´t be mad at her if this doesn´t work.
She picked herself up and went to the bathroom, silently thanking God above that this wasn´t a public bathroom, and could shower without being scared that someone could see her. She doesn´t even know what she would say if someone finds out the twin´s secret. But she doesn´t want to think about that option.
A couple of days passed. The classes were good but the football practices were her favourite. Coach wants her to play in the upcoming game and she just can´t wait. Mason is her right hand and he is always supporting her, now when she doesn´t have her brother near, the boy is playing the role of her twin. Today she and Jenna have class again. They are talking a lot more. Y/N liked her, she was sweet and always smiling, she also found out that Jenna likes to listen to music and loves acting. She even recommended some of her favorite movies which Y/N didn´t see yet. They spend a lot of time together, besides being together in class, they also sometimes hang out in the cafeteria and walk together to classes, and sometimes she even sees Jenna watching her practice. Y/N doesn´t know how she found out about her being in the team but she isn´t even sure if the brown-eyed girl is sitting there every practice for her.
âWhat?â Jenna was shocked âHow come you have never seen that?â they were talking about films, the movie Scream to be exact. They were sitting under the tree on some bench. Students were walking around chatting, birds were singing in the trees and the sun was shining through the holes of the leaves. Y/N was walking out of class when suddenly she saw the other girl. Jenna asked her if she wanted to grab coffee since they had some free time. So now they were sitting next to each other, talking about everything.
âI have heard about it but didn´t see that, don´t know why.â Y/N shrugs her shoulders. Jenna only shook her head at the girl.
âThat´s a mistake, it´s so cool, the actors, plot, cinematography, blood-â she started to mumble about the movie when suddenly an amazing idea crossed her mind âwe can watch it together sometime!â she let out and looked at Y/N for an answer. She only kept her gaze on her if she heard it right. She wanted to say yes but there was something in her telling her that it would be unfair for Percy.
âYeah sure, that would be awesomeâ Y/N said smiling. Jenna shot her smile back.
âOkay, so this friday?â she asked the other girl. Y/N looked at Jenna, she didn´t know this girl would be so fast, she thought they were just talking about the possibility, not that they were already making plans.
âYes, I should be free.â
âGreat, can you give me your phone?â Y/N gave her phone to Jenna âHere, you better text me football player.â she said smiling as she stood up from the bench and started to walk away. Y/N laughed softly.
âOf course.â she whispered under her breath and kept staring at her back until she couldn´t see her anymore. She picked up her phone and looked at the new contact. Jenna xx.
It was already the end of the week Y/N was getting ready to hang out with Jenna, and she texted her about the details. They are going to watch the film in the other girl´s room since her roommate is going to a party. She walked out of the bathroom and saw Percy, she didn´t tell him about her going out. It´s not like she has to say it to him, right?
âHey you planning to go somewhere?â he asked.
âUhm... yeah, some boys from the football team asked me about hanging out with them.â she said. Y/N hated lying but what would he say if she told him she was hanging out with the girl he had a crush on? It´s not her fault that Jenna invited her, or is it?
âOh okay, we are going to the party some students are throwing, wanted to ask you if you want to come but it´s good.â he only smiled at her. She thanked him and he soon left the room. It was already time to go so she picked up some snacks she bought and left the dorm.
âSo? Your rating?â Jenna turned to face the other girl. They just finished watching Scream and all Y/N can say, it got her. They were sitting on the small couch, snacks around them, she faced Jenna and only the light from the TV made her see her. The girl´s hair was loose on both sides of her face, she was not wearing any makeup and her bare face only made the girlâs heart skip a beat. It was refreshing seeing her like this and also Y/N felt proud because this meant that Jenna felt comfortable around her.
âIt was pretty good, not bad not good.â Y/N acted unbothered.
âOh yeah? Thatâs why you didnât blink the whole movie?â she smirked at Y/N, she squinted her eyes at her âBe honest.â
âOkay! I enjoyed it so much and actually liked the plot, thatâs what you wanted to hear?â
Jenna tilted her head âThatâs what I thought. What can I say⌠I have a good taste.â
They kept silence between them, it wasnât embarrassing or tense silence. It was comforting. They were looking at each other.
âTell me about your family.â the brown-eyed girl said softly, holding gaze with the other girl.
âWell, I live with my parents and my twin sisterâ Jenna raised her eyebrows.
âYou have a twin?â Y/N nodded at her question.
âWhat is she like?â
âWellâŚâ she didnât know what to say, it felt weird talking about herself as if she was talking about someone else âShe is cool, likes to keep things to herself most of the time, likes reading and writing poemsâŚâ
âShe sounds interesting, you could introduce us to each other sometime.â she smirked at her.
âYeah, I think she would like youâ
âYou think?â Jenna straightened her back âIâm amazing! Of course, she will!â
Y/N throws her head back with a laugh.
âHow can you be so sure that you will meet her?â
âOh believe meâ Jenna smiled at Y/N âI know.â
Y/N felt the vibe of the room change. When she was with Jenna she almost forgot about everything and everybody, her brother, her parents, school, her and Percy´s deal, her impersonating her twinâŚ
But only almost.
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time warp | aaron hotchner
warning(s): none, just hotch being delicious
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part one
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The door to his office is open, chatter from the bullpen reaching him when you all get too loud. He can tell Morgan is pestering you about something and the others have gathered around to listen.
âYou only have one watch?â
âHow many watches do other people have? You act like itâs insane.â
Spencer, like always, feels the need to interject, âI have three.â
You sigh, abandoning your pen and notes.
âI have another one but thatâs my grandmotherâs, I canât wear it to work.â
Derek is not satisfied with your answer.
âYou have a thousand pieces of jewelry.â
âI know!â
âYou are wearing most of them right now.â
âI know, Morgan, you can stop bullying me now.â You pout at him and he pouts back, but his grin is indicator enough that heâs not even close to finished with you.
âWhere do you even spend your paychecks, sweetheart?â
âImportant stuff. Like shoes.â
âI only have one pair of shoes aside of my trainers.â
Emily laughs, âYeah, we know that, Spence. Their time is coming to an end, by the way.â
Morgan zeroes in on you again, poking a finger into your knee to get a reaction.
âHow many pairs of shoes do you have exactly? Fifteen? Twenty?â
âThey were twenty⌠at some point.â
Triumph.
You almost canât stand his shit-eating grin.
âThere you go. Too bad you donât get to wear them here.â
âWhere do you spend yours? A lifetimeâs supply of V-necks at GAP?â
You stand up from your chair, eager to get away from this conversation.
âYouâre only mean to me because you know Iâll love you anyway.â Â
âMaybe.â
He puts his hand over his heart in feign hurt. Garcia mutters something about a womanâs right to shoes in your defense and you kiss her cheek to thank her on your way to the kitchenette. Aaron still watches from his seat and squirms uncomfortably when he sees Morgan follow you.
You take his mug and pour you both some coffee while he takes a seat, thanking you. You donât even see Hotch come in.
âDid your watch get lost?â
You almost spill your coffee at the baritone of his voice. Everything he says comes out so official, so professional, as if speaking orders, but not at that beach under the sunrise. Who was he then?
âYes, it did. Totally on its own and not because I keep leaving my stuff in random places and not looking after them properly.â
âMaybe thatâs why you spend so much on stuff, if you keep losing them.â
You quirk a brow at Derek, leaning over him menacingly from your position.
âI swear to God, Morgan, this might be the day you officially lose my affection.â
He takes the cup youâve poured for him from your hand and slowly walks backwards in resignation.
âNo, please, I didnât mean it.â
You smile at each other and you point a finger at him. Hotch watches with a frown.
âTread lightly.â
When Morganâs gone, he can finally step closer to you. Getting to the coffee machine is only the excuse.
âYou know, youâre really good at keeping him in check. Maybe you should be in charge here.â
You smile into your cup, âThatâs alright, we already have a boss and heâs okay.â
âOh, is he? Good to know, I canât wait to have that all over my evaluation files next year.â
You nod. The fabric of his suit jacket brushes against your arm while he pours.
âSome might even use the words âpretty goodâ.â
He hums, âSo eloquent.â
Your smile deepens, nose wrinkling upwards in a way that now really canât be hidden in your cup.
-.-.-
Itâs almost time for everyone to head home and for once, heâs trying really hard to make it out of the office before sundown; maybe spend some quality time with Jack.
Thereâs a knock on his door before it opens and heâs about to send whoever it is away but-
âHi, sorry, am I interrupting?â
He looks up, uncharacteristically disoriented.
âUh, no-no, come in.â
âAre you coming to Rossiâs tonight?â
Heâs dumbfounded.
âIâm not really sure yet, I have some errands to run when Iâm done here.â
âOh, okay⌠I just found some old Marvel comics and I thought Jack might like to have them, but I didnât bring them with me. Maybe I could give them to you tonight? That is, if you make it.â
âYou didnât have to do that.â
âDo you mind?â
âNo, of course not, I just-â, he exhales, âIâll be there.â
You smile and nod, ready to leave.
âMaybe I could give you a ride and you can give them to me then. I mean,â his thumb scratches his bottom lip uncomfortably, âyour place is practically on the way.â
âHave you ever been to my place?â
Aaron laughs awkwardly, âNo.â
âBut you seem to know what youâre talking about, so Iâm going to put my faith in you. Pick me up at seven?â
âThat works.â
-.-.-
Itâs not even half past six when he rings your doorbell and you open the door still clad in pjs.
âYou are so early.â
Hotch suddenly looks so small for such a usually imposing man. He stands in your doorway with nervous hands in his pockets and you donât think youâve ever seen him act like this before.
âIâm sorry, I can wait in the car if youâd like.â
âNo, itâs okay, come in. I think I knew deep down that you would be; just not by this much.â
 He clears his throat and moves inside to now stand awkwardly at the apartmentâs entrance, âIâm sorry, I started way too early from my house. Overestimated how long it would take to get here.â
Your interactions do something to warp his sense of time.
âThatâs okay, Aaron, really. Youâre just going to have to give me a few minutes because I havenât had the time to get ready yet.â
He watches, frozen in his place, while you walk towards the kitchen.
âDo you need anything? Coffee, orange juice?â
He almost smiles to himself. He just knew youâd be the type of person to always keep the fridge fully stocked even if youâre barely ever home. He likes the confirmation that he knows you, despite his inability to really make conversation and establish familiarity. He grasps at straws; little pieces of you that he sometimes finds and keeps them close to his heart.
âIâm fine, thank you.â
You still bring him a glass of water, freezing cold, just like he likes it, and rest it on the coffee table.
âYou can sit, if you want.â
âRight.â
He smiles and sits almost robotically. When he picks up the glass, he softly wipes the ring of water thatâs formed underneath with his hand but you donât see it.
âLet me just grab the box.â
âItâs a whole box?â
âYeah, I got it at a yard sale.â
âYou bought it? You really didnât have to do that.â
âWell, now that him and I are officially friends I have to do something to maintain the relationship, seeing how I never actually get to see him.â You sit beside him while he looks through the various issues. There have to be at least fifteen in here.
âYeah, neither do I,â he really appreciates the comforting hand on his shoulder, âThis was very nice of you to do, thank you.â
You smile and nod at him.
âActually, I also have something I wanted to give you; I just need to get it from the car.â
âMe?â
âYeah, give me a moment, will you?â
Heâs out and back in a second. Practically runs back into your apartment when you open the door; a small gift bag in hand.
âI would have brought in with me, but I chickened out at the last minute.â
His fingers linger when he hands it to you. Itâs almost a caress in passing.
âYou got me something?â
Itâs a digital watch, neatly sat on soft velvet.
Was that the errand he had to run?
âOh, Hotch, thank you so much, but you really shouldnât have. I know I joked around today, but I would have actually gotten around to getting one. I am not that financially irresponsible.â
âItâs nothing really, itâs not an expensive watch.â
âOh, okay, as long as itâs the cheap, trashy stuff. Phew.â
He laughs and you realize youâre both standing in your doorway again.
âI just wanted to do something nice.â
âYouâre nice to me all the time.â
His brows furrow, âIt doesnât feel like I am.â
âIt must come easy then.â
âIt does with you.â
He meets your gaze and you stay there for a while.
âCan you help me try it on?â
âOf course.â
He clasps it high on your wrist, just like heâs seen you wear the previous one. The color matches your jewelry and itâs excruciatingly sweet just how much attention he pays to details.
âI just wanted to thank you, I suppose, for the other day. It meant a lot to me.â
Aaronâs hand doesnât leave your arm, instead wraps gently around it instead, as if one of your bracelets.
âIt meant a lot to me too.â
His breathing is heavy, his voice barely a whisper. What you are doing feels like a secret; like itâs meant to be hidden from the rest of the world.
âIâm not sure you mean that in the same way that I do.â
Your other hand comes to rest on top of his, thumb passing softly over protruding veins and scars. He thinks, for a moment, it might wipe them away.
âThen youâre not the people expert that you think you are.â
His laugh is heartbreaking.
âGuess Iâm not very good at that either.â
You hum, âYouâre okay.â
Neither of you is moving but it feels like youâre getting closer.
âSo eloquent again.â
You canât help but beam with pride at how comfortable heâs getting with your banter. A whole world unlocked and open for you to see. His body is drawn to you, almost folds over and around you to be closer. As close as he can possibly get without touching you more.
âItâs the worst moment possible now, when youâve just given me a gift and picked me up from my place, but I think it deserves to be said that I would very much like to be kissed by you.â
His eyes flutter close.
âIt really is the worst moment possible,â his hand slides slowly from your wrist to elbow, taking in the feeling of bare skin, âbut I would very much like to kiss you.â
âBut you wonât.â
His hand stops traveling up your arm, drops back onto your wrist and without really meaning to, pulls you closer.
âNo.â
You stay like this for a while. Nothing but soft breathing to be heard in the room.
âI should probably go.â
You look up in surprise, âAre you not coming with me?â
âIâm sorry, I justâŚâ he touches the inside of your palm and traces the lines as if to remember them, âI wouldn't know what to say or do after this.â
You smile, but it doesnât reach your eyes.
âItâs alright, I understand⌠Iâll see you tomorrow.â
The loss of his touch is like a sudden drop in the temperature around you. You both feel it.
He doesnât meet your gaze again, simply gathers the box and clears his throat as if that will magically return him to what heâs used to being.
âYeah. Tomorrow.â
You see him press his lips together before he turns to leave.
When you get to Rossiâs, the team is disappointed to know heâs not coming after all, but theyâre not surprised. JJ asks you about the new watch and you lie. You can tell Emily is not convinced but she doesnât say anything about it, merely smiles at you and inches closer with her chair.
Aaron spends another night alone. Jack is at a sleepover with a friend that he didnât have the heart to pick him up from all of the sudden.
Thatâs the cost of being a stone, he supposes.
part three
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HI i wanna ask u if u could do a fic where u have to shave ur private parts but u r pregnant and ur belly is way too big to see anything so u ask for a help from kylian even though u were so shy
Third Trimester Problems
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Warnings! FLUFF, sweet husband Kylina, NSFW! SMUT (18+), oral sex (f receiving), shower sex?, reader is feral, you're hornyyy
Third trimester.
The worst part of your pregnancy so far.
You are so big and bloated, you can't see your own feet anymore. You can barely walk. Even simple things like bending down to tie your shoesâan act you once performed with easeâhave become impossible.
You hate this.
Don't get you wrong. You love carrying your little angel inside of you. You really do. But your body has become a stranger to you. Swollen ankles, aching back, the constant pressure on your pelvis â it all feels like too much. Clothes don't fit right, shoes are a challenge, and even breathing feels like an effort.
Nights are the hardest. You toss and turn, trying to find a comfortable position, but nothing. You sleep too late and wake up too early. Kylian tries to help, buying you all the pillows in the world but nothing helps.
You just want your normal body back.
And today, yet another problem appears.
You look down at the razor in your hand and sigh. You've been meaning to shave for the past week, but your belly is way too big to see anything. It's been weeks since you last shaved your vagina and now the hair has grown back so much you're afraid you'll get a razor burn.
But you need to shave. You hate your pubic hair on yourself and can't stand it if it gets too long.
You know you need help. You know it. But the thought of Kylian seeing you in such a vulnerable state, exposed and struggling, is almost as uncomfortable as the itchiness from the hair itself.
It shouldn't be this hard. After all, he's seen you naked before. Seen you in the most vulnerable positions. You've had sex for crying out loud. He's literally been inside you. He's the father of your child, for Christ's sake!
But there's something different about this.
It's humiliating.
You feel so exposed, so vulnerable. You are literally asking your husband to help you with your personal hygiene, an area of your body only he should ever see. It's almost too intimate. Almost as if he was helping you pee or something.
You bite your lip, considering your options.
You could try to shave on your own. It's possible, you could do that. But the thought of accidentally cutting yourself is scary enough to make you decide against it.
So, there's no other option really. You'll just have to ask Kylian for help.
You swallow the lump in your throat and slowly walk back to the bedroom where Kylian is lounging on the bed, his phone in hand, absorbed in whatever he's doing on it. He looks up as you enter, his brow furrowing in confusion at you wrapped in a towel. Not that he wasn't enjoying the view.
"Hey," he says, sitting up on the bed. "Are you okay?" He notices your face is red and sweaty, and the razor in your hand. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
You hesitate, your cheeks flushing as you consider how to word this.
"Umm⌠I was trying to shaveâŚ" You say, gesturing towards the razor in your hand.
Kylian looks confused.
"âŚand?" He encourages when you fail to finish your sentence.
You take a deep breath.
"I can't see anything because of my belly so I need your helpâŚ"
Kylian stares at you for a second, his eyebrows shooting up in shock.
"Oh."
You feel your cheeks heat up even more as you see realization dawn on him. He looks so shocked and confused and you feel so embarrassed.
"I-I mean if you don't want to help, I understand⌠It's really embarrassing. I don't expect you to⌠I just⌠I couldn't think of anyone elseâŚ" You start rambling, your words getting faster and more jumbled the more you speak.
Kylian blinks.
"Wait, wait, wait. I didn't say that at all," he says, frowning. "I'll help, of course. I just wasn't expecting that."
He smiles sheepishly as he takes in your panicked expression.
"Oh, baby⌠I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel so bad." He walks over to you, gently cupping your cheeks in his hands and kissing your forehead. His hands drift down to your belly gently caressing. "I'll do it. Of course, I will."
He looks up at you.
"What do you need me to do?"
You exhale in relief.
"Thank you," you breathe leaning your body on him a little, feet aching from your earlier efforts.
"It's not a problem. What do you need me to do?" He asks again.
"I-I think we should go into the bathroomâŚ" You gesture to the bathroom. "I need to sit down⌠And you'll have to use the razorâŚ"
You swallow, your throat suddenly dry.
"And you'll have to⌠Look at meâŚ"
Kylian blinks, his mouth curling up in amusement. "BĂŠbĂŠ, you do realize I've seen your pussy before right? I did put a baby in there after all."
You nod, blushing.
"I know⌠But⌠This feels different⌠I-I just can't explain it."
Kylian chuckles, shaking his head. You're so cute when you're shy. His beautiful wife. He kisses your forehead gently. "Come on then."
You lead the way into the bathroom, Kylian following you. He closes the door behind him, locking it out of habit. Still a little traumatized from Ethan walking in on you guys last time he stayed over.
You walk over to the shower, and sit down on the stool Kylian had placed there for you two weeks ago. The metal is cold against your ass, but you're grateful for the soothing feeling against your hot skin. You look up at Kylian.
"What now?"
Kylian shrugs.
"Well⌠You need to open your legs, right? I can't see anything like this." He gestures to the towel between your legs.
You nod, your face heating up as you part your legs for him, lifting one leg and placing it on the side of the bath. You can't help but feel a little self-conscious as you spread your legs for your husband. You know he's seen you naked before. Seen you in even more vulnerable positions. But this still feels weird.
Kylian smiles as he looks at you. He can't help but appreciate the view. Your thighs are smooth and creamy, soft and inviting. Your pussy is bare and wet, your juices dripping out and down your thigh, leaving a sticky trail on your leg. It's so pretty. He wants to lick it. He wants to eat you out.
He swallows, trying not to let his thoughts get away with him.
"So, you want me to shave it?" He asks, trying to distract himself.
You nod.
"Yes please."
Kylian takes a seat on his knees between your legs, looking at you.
"What do you want me to shave off?" He asks. "All of it?"
You nod your head.
"Yes, please." You whisper breathless. The way he's looking so intensely at your pussy is doing something to you. Another downside of your third trimester. The constant horniness.
He nods.
"Okay. I can do that."
He takes the razor out of your hand and leans forward, placing a kiss on the inside of your thigh. Your legs shake slightly, but you leave them open for him, giving him full access.
Kylian takes your other leg and lifts it up on the edge of the bath too. Now both your legs are spread, giving him the perfect view. He looks at you, taking in the sight of you spread before him.
You're so pretty.
Your legs spread, pussy exposed for him. You are so pretty. You are so soft and pretty and pink and all his. His pretty baby girl. His wife. God, he wants you.
Kylian leans forward, placing a soft kiss on your pussy lips, and you can't help the moan that escapes your lips. You feel so sensitive. It's all so intense.
He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire. He wants you so badly. Wants to eat you out and lick you and finger you. Wants to feel you come on his tongue. But he'll be good. You need this.
He licks your pussy lips gently and you gasp.
"K-Kylian," you gasp. "you're supposed to shave, not⌠NotâŚ"
He smiles as he places one last soft kiss on your pussy lips. Using all his willpower to stop himself from devouring you on this bathroom floor.
"I know, I know⌠I just needed a little taste." He leans back slightly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Sorry," he says, his voice thick with desire. "I'm going to start now," he says, his voice low and soothing. "Let me know if anything feels uncomfortable."
With that, he gets to work. His fingers are tender as he applies the shaving cream, the coolness of it making you shiver. Heâs focused, his brow furrowed slightly in concentration.
He works with a practiced ease, carefully maneuvering around the contours of your belly, the razor gliding smoothly over the skin. You close your eyes, trying to block out the awareness of his closeness.
The sound of the razor and the slight tug of the hair being shaved away are oddly arousing. You feel your pussy throb as he gets closer and closer to your clit.
You're so horny. So turned on by this whole situation.
You shouldn't be. But you're so exposed, so vulnerable. Your pussy spread out on display for him. You feel so embarrassed but so turned on at the same time.
When you stare at his face, you can see that he's concentrating on shaving you, but you can tell he's enjoying this too. The way his tongue is sticking out of his mouth slightly, the way his eyes are fixed on your pussy. He likes this.
And it makes you so horny. Why did you ever deny him this?
You want him to touch you. You want him to eat you out, to kiss you, to finger you. You want him to fuck you.
"Kylian," you say, your voice a whisper. "I'm so horny." You flush as the words leave your mouth. This is really not the time.
You feel his hand pause for a second before he continues shaving. "Let me finish first," he murmurs. "And then I'll take care of you."
You nod, your face flushing.
He finishes up quickly, cleaning up any last hairs. You feel your pussy clench in anticipation of what's to come. You can't wait.
When heâs finished, he gently washes away the excess cream making sure to be very thorough for what was coming next. He couldn't wait to taste you.
He tosses the used razor in the trash and washes his hands before he looks at you, taking in your flushed face and your spread legs. "Do you want me to eat you out?" He asks, his voice low and husky. "Or do you want me to fuck you?" He asks. "You have to decide."
You look up at him, swallowing.
"Eat me out," you whisper. "I want you to eat me out."
Kylian grins, leaning forward, the scent of the aftershave and your arousal exciting him.
"I'll make sure you come for me," he whispers his hot breath hitting your inner thigh. "gonna make you scream my name." He rasps, spreading your legs further apart. He places a kiss on your mound and you sigh as he makes his way down towards your pussy. He licks up your slit, making you moan.
"Mmm," he murmurs, his voice muffled against your pussy. "My horny girl."
You feel him flick his tongue against your clit and you gasp, your hips bucking upwards.
"Oh, fuck Kylian."
And with that, he dives forward disappearing behind your belly. You let out a gasp as you feel his lips wrap around your bundle of never. You can't see him the way he's moving is amazing. The pleasure shoots through you, your legs trembling.
He eats you out with vigor, like a man starved. Someone who hasn't eaten in weeks. Even though he had you this morning. His fingers dig into your thighs as he pulls you closer to him, eating you out greedily. His tongue laps at your folds before he flicks your clit with his tongue. You moan, your back arching and your head falling back.
This feels so good. Too good.
You're already close.
You moan his name, your thighs shaking.
"Kylian," you cry out. "Please!"
You feel his smile against your pussy as he continues licking, his tongue circling your clit. He can taste how close you are, your juices running down his chin. You're dripping wet for him. He wants to lap it all up.
He moans into your pussy, his tongue working overtime against your clit, and you feel your orgasm approach.
"Oh, fuck," you moan. "Oh, fuck, oh fuck."
And with that, your orgasm hits you. Like a freight train.
You cry out, your hips bucking upwards, your pussy throbbing against his lips. He laps up your juices as you cum for him, your orgasm hitting you like a wave. You moan, your body shuddering and your thighs quaking.
Kylian laps up your cum as he continues licking you, drawing out your orgasm, hand softly rubbing at your swollen belly. Your baby is kicking now, disturbed by the movements of your body. It makes his heart melt despite the eroticness of the situation. He still can't believe that you're pregnant with his child.
He continues until you can't take it anymore. Your legs shaking and your body shuddering.
He pulls back, his face glistening with your juices. You look down at him, your face flushed and your chest heaving. Kylian smiles, leaning over your belly carefully not to put his weight to place a soft kiss on your lips. You taste yourself on his mouth. He smiles.
"Better?" He asks, his voice husky. His lips swollen from eating you out.
You nod, smiling.
"Yeah. Better." You whisper.
Kylian nods, "Good," he says, standing up and pulling you into his arms carefully of your belly in the way. "Time to shower."
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Petite MC - Headcanon
Arcana Characters (Main 6) x MC
A/N: Can you believe that I wrote like 150 Arcana headcanon sets before someone asked for a petite mc? I feel like this is a classic that I missed out on in my early days. Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes :) requests are open!
â¤ď¸Julianâ¤ď¸
He was already constantly filled with anxiety and an ever looming sense of dread, but meeting you has somehow increased it
Logically he knows that your size doesnât diminish your many talents and capabilities, but he worries all the same
He likes to keep you in his line of sight, and in crowded spaces heâll hold your hand or place one of his hands on your back or shoulder so you donât disappear into the fray
Often he can be seen looking behind you, a bit hunched over so he can hear what youâre saying
He likes to think he looks like a scary guard dog, but depending on the circumstances thereâs a good chance he looks even more scared than you
đ§ĄPortiađ§Ą
You can be short legends together
She hopes youâre okay with short jokes, because now that she has a partner whoâs just as short as her, sheâll be making them all the time
Says you can tag team taking out peopleâs ankles if they piss you off
She really likes that she doesnât have to worry about getting on her tiptoes to kiss you since youâre about the same height
Once joked about having you sit on her shoulders with a cloak to pretend to be Muriel while committing crimes
đLuciođ
Loves being the taller one in the relationship, it makes him feel strong and important
Heâs always been a fan of heels (the higher the better), but he does appreciate that he can give his feet a break when heâs out with you
Does try to talk you into wearing heels for special events though; he says itâs more fun to look down at people
Makes short jokes when heâs feeling petty, but theyâre not very well thought out, and mostly come down to âwell, youâre short, and thatâs bad because I say soâ
Still feels really bad about this later, and insists that you should feel insulted even if you were totally unaffected
đMurielđ
He may actually cry from the stress
Heâs always been uncomfortable aware of his own size, and that sensation is heightened whenever youâre around
If he bumps into you, you will be going down, and he is terrified of that
He tries to make himself smaller by hunching over whenever heâs standing or sitting next to you to draw less attention to the size difference (obviously it doesnât work, and most people just pity him since he looks so awkward)
Hates that people are perceiving him as a sort of guard dog for you; he feels like the juxtaposition is leading to stereotyping, and youâll need to reassure him that you donât see him that way
đAsrađ
You know, heâs never really noticed it all that much
Of course, on a physical level he knows youâre pretty small, but as someone who has always been right in the middle of short and tall, he doesnât really see it as a very big deal
He does like that youâre just short enough to fit under his chin when he hugs you, but thatâs about it
You donât have to reach too far to give him a kiss, which is also a plus
And heâs already got plenty of step-stools around for reaching the top shelves, so thereâs no need to ask (not that anything but decorations ever goes on those shelves anyway; if neither of you can reach them on your own, why bother giving them a practical use?)
đNadiađ
Adjusting to your height takes a bit of getting used to for her
Sheâs the type to wear heels and keep perfect posture, so she stands tall even among people of a similar height
She accidentally looks over your head until you call her attention down to you pretty often
Expect to be gifted plenty of heels or platform shoes early on in the relationship
Sheâs not particularly fond of the idea of abandoning her own heels, but if you struggle with yours then sheâll switch to something a bit more practical so she can kiss you more easily
She complained about neck pain exactly one (1) time, and silently prays that you never bring it up again to tease her
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Monster Compendium
CW: Murder scene, some gore
Petra sat as still as stone. Half out of habit, half to avoid unnecessary attention. Sheâd helped put at least half of the villains present away; the last thing she needed was to cause an uproar before she even completed what she came here for.
"Cillian Morse, aka 'Monstrosity'," the judge said. "Please come to the stand."
The villain rose from the bench of handcuffed, grey-clad criminals, packed side by side like sardines in a can.
The Superpowered Penitentiary and Rehabilitation Center (SPARC) was overstuffed. Because of this, their semiannual parole hearing usually involved slotting as many prisoners as possible into one big day-long hearing. Maybe not the smartest idea when half the criminals present had some of the most dangerous, volatile powers on record, while the other half were too clever to be kept in a regular prison, but that was the city government for you. Impatient. Lazy.
Sure they had a line of guards on every wall, but who would that stop if any of these criminals had skipped suppressor meds?
As Monstrosity settled into his new seat at the head of the room, he swiveled his head around at the crowd. He met Petra's eyes at the back and blinked, tilting his head a little before grinning widely.
Petra didn't even blink.
"Mr. Morse," the judge said, scanning the file in front of him. "It seems you've been a resident at SPARC for three years now."
"You seem correct, sir," Monstrosity said. He tucked his hands under his chin, fixing that wide grin on the judge now.
"Your last 3 hearings deemed you unfit for parole." His finger trailed down the page. "Lack of empathy, uncooperative in therapy, riling other inmates, cheeking the super suppressors you've been prescribed, a downright refusal to make outside goals. I could go on."
Monstrosity waved his hand nonchalantly. "I was immature then. Angry. Lost. In denial. Over the last year, I've made vast improvements, as you'll see in my chart."
He mimed a page-turn.
The judge raised his brows but flipped to the next page in the file. His eyes scanned it from top to bottom.
"You have been successfully medicated for 8 months. Ah, and you passed your sanity test⌠and reintegration tests.â He narrowed his eyes at the page. âYour goal is to work at an animal shelter?"
"What can I say, I'm an animal guy."
"You've been expressly forbidden from interacting with any biological entities."
Monstrosity tilted his head with all the innocence of a puppy caught chewing shoes again. "Little hard to enforce that. Biological entities are all around us. Birds, grass spiders...heck, your honor, you are a biological entity."
The judge frowned severely. "Do you really want to make a threat right now, Mr. Morse?"
"What? We can't state facts anymore?" Monstrosity raised his locked hands in front of him. "All I'm saying is shelter or not, I will have access, so why bar me from a supervised space? Besides, I assume I'll be on meds still?"
The judge scoffed quietly as he scanned the file again. "It's indefinite how long you'll stay on suppressor meds." He looked up from the page and folded his hands together on the bench. "Tell me, Mr. Morse, do you know why you were sent to SPARC? Have you ever felt any remorse?"
For just an instant Monstrosity looked uncomfortable, but then he swallowed and it was gone, replaced by another smile. "The name sort of says it all. I was a monstrosity. I needed to be taken off the street." He smiled a little wider. Petra thought he might've meant it to look grateful, but to her, he looked like a hyena baring fangs. "But SPARC cured me."
The judge waited for more, perhaps something on that remorse question, but when Monstrosity didn't offer it he continued with the final question.
"Do you believe that you are reformed?"
"1000%," Monstrosity said, raising his right hand oathlike.
The judge gathered the file pages up in his hands, tapping them against the bench until they were even. "Unfortunately, I don't find you genuine."
Monstroisty opened his mouth but the judge continued.
"Eight months of good behavior is not a guarantor of rehabilitation. Make it last a whole year and we'll see at the next hearing. Cillian Morse will remain at SPARC for the next 6 months." He banged his gavel like a seal on the end of his sentence.
Monstrosity's entire expression morphed. Gone was the playful puppy, something toothy and terrible taking its place. "You--"
"Excuse me," Petra interrupted.
The entire room swiveled. A few criminals flinched back, but most started cursing furiously, the bitterness soon rising from loud voices to full out shouts.
The judge banged his gavel repeatedly until the criminals quieted enough that he could at least be heard over them. "Sentencer."
Petra didn't miss the way he looked at her, with little more respect than he looked at these criminals, but with more wariness. After all, she wasn't taking suppressors.
"You were not expected. I hope you have something relevant to add for you to interrupt."
Petra strode up the aisle, past the guards, past the shouting and lunging criminals, right up to the bench. She folded her hands neatly behind her back.
"I have an order from the top to take Cillian Morse into temporary custody."
The judge narrowed his eyes. ''Orders from who?"
âAccolade." Then, in case the director of SIRA (Superhuman Investigation and Response Agency) wasn't enough, "Chief Sanders and the warden also signed off on it." She reached into her pocket for the signed document. "I have proof of the order here if you need it."
The judge read over the page scrutinizingly, taking in all the unpleasantness that Petra had hesitated to voice somewhere so public.
"What makes you think that a villain could be any help in a criminal investigation?" he said finally.
"Body modification is his specialty."
"It seems risky."
"He will be under my supervision throughout the day and he will be returned to SPARC every night," Petra said coolly. "Any exceptions will be signed off directly with the prison."
Petra played along, but they both knew it wasn't in the judge's authority to say no. Yes, he could sentence the prisoners to more or less time in SPARC, but the warden and the prison's directors were the ones who decided if prisoners could be taken off the premises. It was only because today was hearing day that Petra was here instead of standing in front of a cell.
"If he's so important go ahead and take him." The judge extended the order back to her. As she went to take it, he suddenly leaned in close, voice lowered but commanding. "Keep him on his medication."
Petra pulled back without reaction. That wasn't her job. The orderlies at SPARC gave dosages once a day. Her responsibility was just to keep a good eye on the criminal so he would try to slip away.
She nodded curtly in Monstrosity's direction, and the man quickly rose to his feet, trotting after her with a smug smile.
"Bye," he sang to other criminals. "I'll see you all for dinner!"
"Screw you, Monstrosity!" one of the criminals shouted after him.
"Sorrrry, I donât date criminals!â
That only made the group of villains rowdier, but Petra closed the door on the noise, and soon enough they were descending the steps of the courthouse.
Monstrosity trotted faster to catch up with her stride, cozying up against her shoulder. âTogether at last.â
Petra shrugged him off, but the resistance only made Monstrosity bounce back more aggravating. He didn't touch this time, but he lingered close. The tiny sliver of space he left between them like a tease, an insistence he wasn't doing anything, while obviously putting in effort for something.
"Really, I never knew the Sentence had such a crush on me. A hero breaking a villain out of jail? It's so Romeo and Juliet!"
"Not a jailbreak," Petra clarified, pulling out her keys and clicking the bottom button until she heard the locks click on the little tightly parked sedan. "A temporary consultation."
"Riiight," Monstrosity winked. "Oh is this your car? Not exactly what I picture when I hear 'Sentencer'. I kinda thought you would drive around in some sort of Batmobile type vehicle. But nice parking. I love a person who knows how to parallel park."
Petra opened the passenger side door
Monstrosity pouted a little at her non-reaction but slid obediently into the passenger seat.
Petra took a breath before walking around the other side of the car. This was just how Monstrosity was. Heâd probably flirt with a brick wall if he thought he could get something out of it. Not that he was one to actually keep up with any of the people he succeeded in wooing. A few of the informants she'd worked with to track him down had called him objectively charming--well, when he didn't have a rat tail or an extra set of arms or any of his other quote-unquote "freakish modifications"--but Petra didn't really see the appeal.
Petra spared the criminal a glance out of the corner of her eye.
Hypothetically, this time when he was on his suppression meds was the chance to see him as wholly human as possible, but he didnât seem much different from any of the other villains at SPARC. Close clipped hair. Dark circles under the eyes. Baggy gray prison jumpsuit with the prisonâs acronym across the back in bright orange and three matching stripes wrapping up each ankle and wrist. He was tall, probably about as tall as her, but he walked with a slump. At the very least, his eyes were something. A sharp pale gray, like frosted steel, piercing into everything he turned them upon.
"So where to?" Monstrosity said.
"Crime scene."
"Yay!"
"Don't be so happy about it; it's not exactly pretty."
"I expect crime scenes rarely are," Monstrosity said, grinning.
Petra started the engine.
âExcuse me, youâre not going to put me in danger by depriving me of a seatbelt, are you?â Monstrosity waved his cuffed hands in the air.
"Your arms work."
"The cuffs dig into my wrists whenever I bend them."
Petra flicked on her turn signal to enter traffic. "Sounds like a personal problem."
"So mean," he said. He twisted halfway around, holding his arms rigid and straight as he grasped for the belt. It took him a few tries, but he did manage to buckle himself. No sooner had the buckle clicked, than he tossed himself melodramatically against the door, the backs of his hands raised to his forehead. "And you call yourself a hero."
"We'll arrive in 10 minutes."
He side-eyed her. "You're not much of a conversationalist."
"Why should I be?"
"Fun? Entertainment? To pass the time?"
"I'm driving to a brutal crime scene with a handcuffed criminal. Does that sound fun to you?"
"It doesn't sound not fun." He slumped in his seat. "Just saying, for someone whose powers are in their voice, I thought you'd use it more."
Petra clenched the steering wheel. "No more talking."
"Seeee, that's what I'm saaaying," Monstrosity mumbled.
Petra ignored the partial taunt in his tone.
To be honest, she wasn't entirely sure why she was doing this. Yes, the scene was...interesting. And Monstrosity had experience both in criminal activity and biological manipulation, but she'd worked hard to get each one of these criminals off the street in the first place. She didn't love taking them back out. Monstrosity had been particularly tough to corner. She'd only set eyes on him a couple of times before her team had managed to pinpoint his location and make a collective attack. The element of surprise had been critical for that success even with all five of them.
Monstrosity had certainly lived up to his name that night.
No, out of all of the criminals Petra had put away, she couldn't take credit for Monstrosity. She never managed to get a proper read of him either. Usually when she investigated a criminal, she--in a way--got to know them. She learned their motives, their background, their character. All she knew about Monstrosity was that he was inhuman. Not only in the grotesque presentation of his powers but in his soul. He might have come off as charming to some, but he held no regard for anyone but himself.
The Welcome to Noville sign blurred as they passed it, and Monstrosity straightened in his seat.
"I thought you said the sight was ten minutes away."
"It is."
"But we're leaving the city."
"Not far."
She abruptly turned off on a dirt road so narrow it could barely count as a proper exit.
Monstrosity braced himself against the door.
"Be gentle with me Tency, I haven't been in a car chase in a while."
"Tency?" she growled.
"Not a lot of good nicknames for The Sentencer." He said "The Sentencer" like an old cartoon narrator announcing the hero.
"I don't do nicknames."
"Wow. You really are no fun, Tency."
Petra was not going to grace that obvious provocation with a response.
The grass grew tall and obscuring the further they traveled down the road, casting shade over the car. The blades reached over and through the rotting split-rail fences of abandoned private property.
She slowed a bit to maneuver around the roots of an enormous tree growing out of the left side of the road. Why anyone would build a road without fully clearing it she didn't know; maybe the tree was property too, preventing its removal as much as the fields prevented the road's expansion.
Monstrosity cricked his neck upward to look up through the windshield.
"Ugh."
"What?"
"Why are a zillion creepy tissue paper ghosts tied up there?"
Petra quickly glanced up into the depth of the trees, catching glimpses of swinging white.
"I only noticed the ribbons." She paused. "Probably just a tradition from one of the landowners."
They curved around the bend in the road and the stone ruins of a building came into view.
"Someone actually owns this place?"
"Trevon Bass and Theo O'Hannon. They're joint owners. Bought the land over two decades ago to use as farmland. And they did, a couple miles out."
Two cars--a police cruiser and a black Volkswagen--were already parked in front of the stone wall, so Petra pulled up beside them.
"But apparently this house here is historical. Meaning the direct area may also have historical value. They didn't want to mess with it, and now only come out occasionally to ensure no one is vandalizing or squatting in it. Bass found the body yesterday."
"Body? Oh, this is interesting."
Petra jerked the gear stick into park. He really was too excited about this.
She got out of the car and walked around to open the passenger side door, eying the neighboring Volkswagen all the way. It was one of the shared agency vehicles. What was another Hero doing here?
"Such a gentleman," Monstrosity said, stretching a little as he slipped out. He closed his eyes against the breeze for a moment and sucked in a deep breath.
"Mm. It's rained recently."
"Unfortunately, yes," Petra said. "Come on, let's see what you make of it."
She slipped sideways through a gap between the crumbling walls, avoiding looking to her left as she came into the "inside" of the building. As she entered, the two men at the center of the ruins looked at her--one short, mustached, and in a suit and the other in sweats and muscle shirt with the caption "Athletics Check" over a 20-sided dice, piles of long blond hair cascading out of his half ponytail and down his back.
"Detective Valero. Prophet." She acknowledged the blond with a short nod.
âHeeey, Sentencer!â Prophet beamed, clapping an arm around her shoulders and shaking her playfully. "Accolade told me you'd be slinking around the scene at some point today, but I thought by this point we'd missed you!"
Petra grimaced but before she could speak, Monstrosity bumped against her back.
Prophet leaned around her. "Is that--"
"Oh, it's future boy!" Monstrosity pointed.
"Er...it's Prophet."
"Right, right, right, visions and predicting stuff and all that. Isn't your deal predicting bad things before they happen? How is that going to work for you when you're here post-crime?
Prophet turned his gaze back to Petra. "What's he doing here?"
"Orders from Accolade. He's consulting."
"Why?"
"Because this wasn't a regular murder."
"Well, yeah that's why they call us. That doesn't mean--"
"Prophet," she interrupted, voice cold. "You follow your orders and I'll follow mine. Is that clear?"
He flinched. For a moment, she could see the thoughts running through his eyes, deciding whether her words held power or were merely convincing.
"Right," he finally said and stepped back a couple paces. âUmâŚI've been trying to read the scene, for an hour now. But, uh, the future keeps looping in on itself. I just keep seeingâŚâ
He motioned to the Petraâs left and she finally allowed herself to turn fully toward it. It had been worse last night before all the pieces had been collected, but once again she was taken aback by the sheer breadth of the gore.
Nearly the entire wall was stained with a rusty splatter that extended onto the edge of the adjacent wall and the undersides of the dewy grass blades growing at the base.
Monstrosity stepped forward, cocking his head a little. âThis blood spray is massive. What? Did your victim explode?â
Petra shot him a look. âYes.â
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synopsis: being stuck on the side of the road while itâs raining isnât an ideal situation to be in, that is if you donât get to meet a cute barista in the coffee shop across from you. â 1.5k
pairing: barista!asakura jo x fem!reader
genre: fluff
tags: coffee shop!au, joâs teased throughout, heâs just really cute!, loserish!jo, [no warnings except language]
authorâs note: this is for the loser jo truthers (aka me) heres my gift to lunes for the new years !
a driverâs license definitely wouldâve come in handy right about now; but that thought still didnât make you want to kill byun euijoo any less. what kind of person promises their friend a ride while caught in horrible rain but then backtracks when needed most?
clutching your handbag closer, you sighed while slinking back into the slightly-uncomfortable bench at the bus shelter you took cover under. there was no noise except for the sound of droplets padding against the concrete pavement aggressively â which you took as background noise â and the whirring of the occasional car passing by. a frown tugged at your lips as the cold and harsh december wind bit at your body.
curse you for only caring about a perfect outfit instead of bringing a winter coat.
you really needed to find somewhere to go. glancing around through the heavy rainfall, you spotted a quaint building, only one floor high; a cafe, you had read from the sign. it stood across the road, barely visible through the relentless droplets of rain. the lights of the coffee shop were on and there was a man â you figured by the tall stature â a mop in his hand while cleaning the floor.
surely, you could reach it without getting too wet, you thought to yourself. after collecting your things, you decided to beeline it to the coffee shop.
ignoring the raindrops falling against your skin, you only wrapped your arms around your torso in an attempt to combat the cold whilst crossing the wet street. when you stepped inside, the atmosphere was warm and cozy, almost like a hug. there was an apparent smell of coffee beans, water dripping from your clothes and grouping into small puddles onto the shining floor.
the tall man youâd spotted from earlier had his apron-tied back turned to you; headphones on and clearly swaying to whatever he was listening to. you could only watch as a puddle grew beneath your boots before being caught by surprise when he whirled towards you, his body jolting in shock.
crimson painted his cheeks when he registered your presence.
you spoke up. âso sorry for scaring you, itâs just that it wasâŚ.â using your finger, you gestured to the rain. as you trailed off, you took in the sight of the worker. he was cute. so cute. and tall.
very much your type. oh, you were so doomed.
âyouâre drenched! oh my gosh.â those were the only words that left his parted lips before disappearing through a door behind the counter.
âoh.â you let out a sigh in confusion, standing there awkwardly; probably akin to a wet cat.
but before you could glance around any more, the now-headphoneless man returned, with something â a towel, you believed â in hand.
a weak smile tugged at his pretty lips as he handed it to you. âhere! sorry for making you wait longâŚ.â a hand went up to rub the nape of his neck in embarrassment. âplease, sit down.â he said, guiding you to the table closest to the door and pulling a chair.
once you were seated, you wrapped the towel around your body tightly.
âthank you so much for the towelâŚ.â you trailed off, squinting your eyes to try and read the letters on the nametag pinned to his apron. âjo! i really needed it.â
at the sound of his name, jo averted his gaze to his shoes. a pretty girl saying his name aloud was too much for his heart. he was so hopeless.
âu-uh, of course..â he mumbled out.
seconds later, his eyes returned to yours curiously. âcoffee or hot chocolate?â
âhuh?â your teeth chattered as you spoke.
âyouâre shivering. a hot drink is good for the cold, you know. itâs easy to get sick, especially in this weather.â his words came out slowly, but you could still feel the warmth in his tone.
why did this barista have to be so cute? the thought repeated in your mind.
âin that case, a hot chocolate would be ideal.â you replied back, equally soft. âhow much is it?â
âoh no! i canât let you pay. consider it on the house!â jo smiled, to which you thought was the most adorable thing ever.
âreally? i canât even begin to thank you, youâre so kind.â
âjust trying to help.â he tried to reply nonchalantly.
but that was a lie; he thought you were so pretty. the prettiest girl heâd ever seen. jo was anything but nonchalant around pretty girls.
the towel had helped relieve the uncomfortable feeling of damp clothes sticking to your bare skin, you were beginning to feel warmer now. your gaze followed the barista as he returned to the counter.
âone hot chocolate coming up.â he said before working the machines.
you scrolled on your phone while you waited, replying to the copious amounts of apology texts send by euijoo; sighing in annoyance before replying. too immersed in the conversation, you hadnât realised that jo had already finished and was currently standing over you.
âoh, sorry.â you apologised and slipped your phone back into your handbag, watching as he set the steaming cup of hot chocolate and another plate â a croissant that you obviously didnât order â down.
you smiled at his thoughtfulness. âno way iâm eating it for free. how much for the croissant?â
âitâs on the house too, donât worry.â he shot you a small smile back, fixing the pencil behind his ear.
âno, really.â you insisted once again.
the barista shook his head firmly. âitâs the least i can do. you looked hungry.â
you furrowed your eyebrows in faux confusion at the last part.
âu-uh⌠i didnât mean it like that. you donât look hungry â fuck. you look really pretty if anything. i canât believe i said that.â he fiddled with his hands, refusing to meet your gaze.
when you noticed his ears got redder at every word, you let out a giggle. âitâs fine, i got what you were trying to say.â
âoh, thatâs good then.â
âthank you again. i really thought i was going to freeze out there, you know. one of my friends canceled on me.â
raising the croissant to your parted lips, you took a big bite, savouring the taste.
âdid you make this? itâs really good!â you covered your mouth as you spoke, eyes glistening. and jo couldnât help but be enamoured with you more in that exact moment.
shyly, he nodded.
âi sometimes help out with the baking. iâm really glad you like itâŚâ he trailed off, looking at you with an expectant expression painting his face.
that was when you realised he was still standing in front of you and began to scramble to take your belongings off of the chair in front of you, gesturing to it kindly.
âno, i couldnât.â he said, moving his hands around. âi⌠i have to work anyways.â
you pinched the bridge of your nose. âyouâre not gonna make me beg, are you? please. i could really use the company.â you smiled up at him.
after a few seconds, he relented, pulling the chair and plopping down. his posture was stiff; shoulders fixed and hands beneath the table â probably clasped together, you thought.
was he always this awkward around new people? it was cute.
âjo, if you keep staring, iâm gonna think thereâs something on my face.â
âitâs just thatâŚ. youâre really pretty.â
it was your turn to freeze, face heating up. you never expected him to be that straightforward.
âi think you are tooâŚâ you said, hurriedly taking a sip of the forgotten hot chocolate in embarrassment. however, the second it reached your tongue, it burned. letting out a small yelp, you placed the cup onto the table once again, covering your face more.
the man scrambled up, reaching over and cupping your face. âare you okay?â he asked hurriedly, his voice more louder than itâd ever been. jo moved your chin up as concern filled his eyes. âi shouldâve warned you.â
you learned something about jo at that moment. his hands were surprisingly warm.
and that he smelled good.
âthat was my fault. itâs hot chocolate after all.â
you gazed up at him, mesmerised. he was really more handsome up close. it was your peering eyes that snapped him back, jo snatched back his hands apologetically, obviously embarrassed.
âsorry, itâs just that iââ he started.
you cut him off quickly, very much flattered with his rambling. âcould i have your number?â
âhuhâŚ? oh.â
âitâs okay if you donât want to.â you assured.
âno, i want to!â
as you passed your phone to him, he gave another small smile before inputting the digits. shortly after receiving it back, you heard a ping.
it was euijoo.
a frown tugged at your lips. âi have to go. my ride is here.â you announced sadly.
grabbing your stuff, you got up.
âthank you for the free food, i really enjoyed meeting you, jo. i hope we can meet again.â
the barista stood up, his gaze stuck on his shoe. he wanted to say something.
only when you turned around to leave did he talk.
âiâd really like it if youâd let me take you out.â his tone was still soft, but something seemed different. when you turned to meet his eyes, you were shocked to see him already staring at him.
âi would love that. text me soon?â
he nodded slowly to which you giggled at before leaving the shop but not before waving enthusiastically.
now jo had something â or someone, rather â to look forward to in these drab days.
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