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ďš đŹ ďš ââââTHE BEST GIFTS ARENâT UNDER THE TREE.
ŕ¨ŕ§ SYPNOSiS. you and park sunghoon donât exactly get along. youâre coworkers who seem to have nothing in commonâ polar opposties. heâs the polished guy from a wealthy family, while youâre just trying to make ends meet and keep your personal life private. but when an awkward run-in at the pharmacy reveals more about your struggles than you ever wanted anyone to knowâmaybe he wasnât as bad as you thoughtâmaybe the person who drives you the craziest might just be the one who gets you best.
ŕ¨ŕ§ PAiRING. enemy! park sunghoon x fem! reader, rich!sunghoon x not very rich! reader, type 1 diabetic! reader.
ŕ¨ŕ§ GENRE. office romance, enemies to lovers, fluff & christmas romcom hallmark movie themed, minimal angst.
ŕ¨ŕ§ WARNiNGS. profanities, kissing, yn is a little mean.. type 1 diabetes mentioned, struggles with money, ignorant hoon, not proofread.
ŕ¨ŕ§ WORD COUNT. 8,106 / 8.1K
đđđđŹđiđŚđ§ ďš last christmas, wham. itâs beginning to look a lot like christmas, michael bublĂŠ. youâre so vain, carly simon. unwritten, natasha bedingfield. suburban house, holly macve, ldr. just the way you are, bruno mars. canât help falling in love, elvis presley.
NOTE. i know itâs a bit early.. but i literally couldnât help myself i love love love christmas!! đ¤âď¸thank u guys for the support on the teaser <3 i strongly recommend reading it before u begin this!! enjoy hehe ^-^
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THE OFFICE FELT ALIVE WITH THE PULSE OF CHRISTMAS.
fairy lights draped the edges of cubicle walls, casting warm hues across the room, and garlands hung over doorways, filling the space with a faint hint of pine scent.
the air had an almost electric feelâholiday music blasted softly from someoneâs desk speaker, and laughter echoed from the kitchen, where the holiday potluck was in full swing. ââ đąđ¤đ˛đł đĄđ¤đŤđŽđś!
you took it all in with a quiet sense of satisfaction, enjoying the warmth of the season.
for a few minutes, at least, the festive atmosphere helped you push aside the stress and exhaustion that had weighed on you lately.
financial strain and the challenges of managing your type 1 diabetes were constant pressures, but they were your private burdens, things you carried alone.
here, in the office, you could leave them behind, escape realityâor at least pretend to.
with a sigh, you pulled your scarf off and hung it by your desk, feeling the familiar vibration of your blood glucose monitor.
you checked the readingâsteady, for now.
relief was brief, though, as you were quickly reminded of the pharmacy bill due at the end of the month, a larger sum that had grown even more unreachable since your insurance provider had started making cuts.
âhey! finally decided to show up?â a smooth voice cut through your thoughts, laced with the perfect blend of mischief and a hint of mockery.
you turned to see park sunghoon, leaning against the divider between your desks with his signature smirk.
he was dressed in a no doubt expensive, tailored coat, his dark hair disheveled in that way that looked both casual and wealthy.
sunghoonâs presence was an unmistakable reminder that you were, as always, worlds apart.
âyes, i thought iâd take pity and show my face,â you shot back, crossing your arms with an eye-roll. âwouldnât want you to get too comfortable doing all the work without me.â
âoh, please. like iâd ever let you have all the credit,â he said, grinning as he pushed himself off the desk.
sunghoonâs wealth was an open secret around the office, though he rarely discussed it openly.
still, the designer clothing, the luxury watches, and the effortless way he carried himself spoke volumes.
he was someone who had grown up with privilege in a way you could barely fathom, and sometimes, it felt almost as if he enjoyed reminding you of it.
it was always little jabs, little commentsâthings he likely didnât realize cut deeper than intended.
you let out a sigh, unwilling to let him get under your skin today, especially when the holidays usually put you in a good mood.
ignoring his stare, you logged into your computer and prepared for the dayâs tasks, hoping heâd get the hint and leave.
but sunghoon didnât move. instead, he watched you, brows slightly raised, as if daring you to keep ignoring him.
finally, he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur.
âso, whatâd you bring for the potluck? or is this going to be another year of pretending youâre too busy to participate?â he teased, a glint in his eye.
you bristled, annoyance prickling at your skin.
sunghoon didnât know, of course, that youâd barely managed to scrape together enough for groceries this week, let alone something special for the potluckâbut his words hit a sore spot nonetheless.
ânot that itâs any of your business,â you replied with gritted teeth, meeting his gaze, âbut iâve been a little⌠preoccupied with other things.â
âoh? too busy for christmas spirit, mrs. grinch?â his smirk softened just a little, but the teasing tone remained. âhow tragic. i canât imagine a holiday without going all out.â
âyeah, well, maybe some of us have other priorities.â
he tilted his head, curiosity flickering in his expressionâyou could tell he was on the brink of pushing further, maybe digging into what those priorities might be, but before he could, a group of coworkers filed into the room, breaking the tension between you.
after a few hours of emails and spreadsheets, you slipped away for a quick break, heading to the break room.
as you made your way down the hall, you thought about the other expenses coming upâthe overdue pharmacy bill, the rent check, and the dozens of smaller costs that added up so fast it felt impossible to keep up.
youâd learned to carry these worries quietly.
no one in the office had ever seen you let your guard down, and youâd grown so used to putting on a brave face that sometimes you believed it yourself.
in the break room, you reached into your bag, pulling out a small protein bar that would have to suffice as lunch.
you barely had time to take a bite before the door swung open, and sunghoon strolled in, his presence instantly filling the small room.
âskipping lunch again?â he asked, nodding at the protein bar in your hand.
you raised an eyebrow. âi could say the same. didnât peg you for the protein-bar type.â
âoh, please.â he scoffed, moving to grab a coffee pod.
âi just had a massive breakfast. unlike some people, i actually know how to treat myself during the holidays.â
âcongrats on the life of luxury,â you muttered, feeling your patience fray.
he chuckled, missing the edge in your voiceâor, worse, choosing to ignore it. âwell, itâs not for everyone.â
there was something almost infuriating in how casually he threw these little remarks around, as if it were a game.
you often wondered if he had any idea how privileged he sounded or if he was simply so wrapped up in his world that he couldnât see beyond it.
you hated to admit it, but sometimes his comments stung. deeply.
âyou know,â he continued, oblivious, âtheyâre setting up for the secret santa exchange in the main lobby. you could still join in if you want to spread some christmas cheer.â
you felt the words bubbling up before you could stop them. ânot all of us can afford to âspread christmas cheerâ the way you do, sunghoon.â
a flicker of confusion crossed his face, and his casual demeanor faltered for a second.
youâd been careful not to reveal much about your personal life, but his relentless teasing had chipped away at your patience.
you could see him trying to piece together what you meant, his smirk fading as he observed you, perhaps noticing the hint of frustration in your expression.
but before he could press further, you gathered your things and left the break room, feeling his eyes on your back as you made your way down the hall.
the week had dragged on, filled with deadlines and holiday preparations you barely had the energy for.
by thursday evening, youâd almost forgotten about the refill you needed at the pharmacy.
but when the notification popped up on your phoneâprescription ready for pickupâyour stomach twisted.
the monthly pharmacy trip was always a grim reminder of the costs that piled up faster than you could manage.
you entered the pharmacy, still in your work clothes, feeling a familiar combination of dread and fatigue.
the fluorescent lights felt harsh after a long day, casting everything in an unflattering glare.
you waited in line, trying to keep your anxiety at bay, telling yourself that it would be okay.
when you reached the counter, the pharmacist handed over the medication with a sympathetic look.
âiâm sorry, y/n..â she said quietly, glancing down at her screen. âyour insurance isnât covering this anymore. the total comes to⌠$600.â
the number hit you like a punch. âsix hundred?â you echoed, barely able to keep the shock from your voice.
âyes, unfortunately,â she said, her expression softening. âwould you like to speak to someone in billing about options?â
you swallowed hard, feeling a rush of embarrassment.
behind you, a couple of people had joined the line, their eyes on you, and you could sense their impatience.
the pressure made it hard to think, and you fumbled for words, barely able to keep from breaking down. âi⌠i didnât realize it would be that high.â
your hands trembled as you reached for your wallet, counting bills that would barely make a dent.
you felt the weight of judgment pressing down, and the frustration of the week boiled over into a feeling of helplessness.
in that moment, the walls youâd built so carefully began to crackâsuddenly, a familiar voice broke through your thoughts.
âhere, iâve got it.â
you whipped around to see sunghoon, standing just behind you, his expression unreadable.
he held out his card to the cashier, his hand steady, his tone calm. the same calmness you often found infuriatingâbut now it felt like salt in a wound.
âno!â you blurted, voice louder than you intended. âsunghoon, i donât needââ
he didnât look at you, simply held his card out closer to the cashier, who accepted it with a nod.
the transaction beeped through, a small, simple sound that shattered any hope you had of holding onto your pride.
you took a shaky breath, trying to process what had just happened.
the thought of owing sunghoon moneyâlet alone having him swoop in like some heroâmade you feel nauseous.
sunghoon handed you the medication bag without a word, his expression unreadable, almost neutral.
but his silence only fueled the resentment bubbling inside you.
âthanks,â you muttered, barely meeting his gaze, gripping the bag tightly in your hands.
as soon as you stepped outside the pharmacy, the freezing winter air hit your face, jolting you back to reality.
sunghoon followed, catching up to you in a few strides.
his voice was calm but edged with something sharper, something you couldnât quite place.
âyouâre welcome, by the way,â he said, a hint of sarcasm coloring his tone.
you stopped abruptly, turning to face him, anger flaring up despite the chill that seeped into your bones.
âi didnât ask you to help me, sunghoon. i really donât need your charity.â
he scoffed, crossing his arms. âitâs not charity. i was just helping. or is that too difficult for you to accept?â
the words stungâyou looked down, heart racing as you struggled to find the right response.
âyou donât get it. you donât understand what itâs like to need help,â you said quietly, but there was a weight to your words that hung in the air between you.
sunghoon blinked, surprised by the intensity in your tone.
for a brief second, he seemed taken aback, as if realizing for the first time that there were layers to your life heâd never even thought to consider.
but just as quickly, he recovered, his expression hardening.
âmaybe i donât understand,â he said, voice low. âbut i was only trying to be a good friendâyou clearly needed my help.â
the word âfriendâ felt heavy, like it didnât belong.
youâd spent so much time bickering with him, pushing each otherâs buttons, that the idea of friendship felt foreign.
âwe were never friends, sunghoon,â you replied, voice barely above a whisper. ânot really.â
his face fell, just a fraction, but it was enough for you to see the disappointment in his eyes before he quickly masked it.
he didnât respond, didnât argue back. he just stood there, the silence between you filled with unspoken words and simmering emotions.
with a sigh, you turned and walked away, leaving him standing alone under the dim streetlights.
the next morning, you arrived at the office feeling drained, the argument replaying in your mind like a loop you couldnât escape.
youâd spent the entire night wrestling with guilt, shame, and confusion.
as much as you hated to admit it, sunghoon had only been trying to help.
maybe his actions felt patronizing, but it wasnât entirely his faultâyou hadnât exactly been forthcoming about your struggles, either.
you spotted him near the coffee station, and your heart thudded in your chest.
he looked up as you approached, his expression carefully blank, like he wasnât sure what to expect.
âhey,â you began, feeling uncharacteristically nervous. âabout last night⌠iâm sorry. i shouldnât have snapped at you.â
he looked at you for a moment, studying your face, and you felt the tension ease slightly as a hint of a smile softened his expression.
âapology accepted,â he replied, a glimmer of his usual playfulness returning. âbesides, if i canât handle a little yelling, i shouldnât be hanging around you, should i?â
you laughed, surprised by how much lighter you felt. âguess not.â
for the rest of the morning, there was a shift in the air between you and sunghoon.
it was subtle, but the tension had softened into something different, something⌠more understanding.
sunghoon seemed to go out of his way to avoid his usual teasing, and you found yourself appreciating the small moments of considerationâlike when he quietly handed you a cup of coffee during a long meeting, or when he offered to take on part of a six page report without asking.
a few days later, the two of you were assigned to a client project that required an off-site visit to the cityâs holiday market.
the market was bustling with vendors selling everything from handmade ornaments to spiced apple cider, and festive christmas music filled the air as fairy lights wrapped around pine trees twinkled in every direction.
you walked side by side through the crowds, the cold biting at your cheeks, but the festive atmosphere was infectious.
for once, sunghoonâs competitive edge had softened, replaced by a mutual sense of respect that felt unexpectedly natural.
he paused by a stall selling candied nuts, grinning as he handed you a small bag. âtry theseâtheyâre amazing.â
the warmth from the roasted nuts seeped into your hands, and you couldnât help but smile as you tasted one. ânot bad,â you admitted, savoring the sweetness.
he watched you with a soft, almost unreadable expression, his eyes warm in the glow of the holiday lights. âsee? i knew i could get you into the christmas spirit.â
you rolled your eyes but felt your cheeks heat up, and for once, you couldnât blame the cold.
âmaybe christmas isnât so bad,â you conceded, though your tone was playful.
you spent the afternoon walking through the market, sharing laughs and stories, with sunghoonâs usual arrogance replaced by a gentle charm that you werenât familiar with.
there was something tender in the way he looked at you, as if he were seeing you for the first time, and you found yourself stealing glances when he wasnât looking, wondering if maybeâmaybe there was more to him than youâd realized.
the following weeks felt differentâlighter, and even with the temperatures dropping even moreâit felt unusually warmer.
where there had been tension, there was now an unspoken truce between you and sunghoon.
youâd catch his eye across the room and find a small, almost conspiratorial smile tugging at the corner of his lips, as if he, too, felt this strange new dynamic between you.
sunghoonâs teasing didnât completely vanish, but it softened, became something that almost felt like an inside joke between the two of you.
and you found yourself⌠laughing. a lot. his wit was sharp, his timing impeccable, and his presence that you once found insufferable was now strangely comforting.
one snowy december morning, you arrived at your desk to find a small, neatly wrapped box sitting on top of your keyboard.
you looked around, half-expecting to see sunghoon lurking nearby, but he was nowhere in sight.
the gift wasnât anything fancyâjust a small pack of flavored coffee pods with a tiny note attached in his precise handwriting:
âfor when the cafeteria coffee just isnât enough. -sâ
a smile spread across your face, and you felt an unexpected warmth bloom in your chest.
you didnât know what surprised you moreâthat heâd noticed your disdain for the cafeteriaâs bitter coffee, or that heâd gone out of his way to do something about it.
the gesture was small, almost insignificant, but it felt like a piece of kindness slipped through his carefully maintained armor.
later that day, when you saw him passing by, you couldnât help but hold up the box and call out, âyou know, bribery is illegal in this office.â
he raised an eyebrow, his lips spreading into a smirk.
âconsider it a professional courtesy. canât have you grumbling about the coffee all day and distracting everyone with your complaints.â
âoh, please,â you shot back, rolling your eyesâbut you couldnât help but laugh, feeling that warmth settle even deeper.
sunghoon was watching you, something soft and thoughtful in his gaze, and for a moment, the whole world seemed to shrink to just the two of you.
the holiday season meant long hours at the office, with tight deadlines and clients demanding year-end reports.
you and sunghoon found yourselves frequently the last ones to leave, working side by side in the glow of your computer screens as the office grew quiet around you.
one evening, youâd both stayed late, trying to wrap up a particularly demanding project.
your head was pounding, and you absentmindedly massaged your temples, eyes closed, when you heard the quiet thud of something being set down on your desk.
opening your eyes, you found sunghoon standing there, holding out a cup of tea.
âitâs not coffee,â he said, with a small, awkward smile. âbut itâs supposed to help with headaches.â
surprised, you took the cup, feeling your fingers brush his briefly. âthank you,â you murmured, the warmth of the tea seeping through your fingers and into your skin.
you werenât sure what to make of this new, considerate sunghoonâthe same man who once enjoyed riling you up now seemed to be going out of his way to make you feel⌠cared for.
he didnât leave, just watched you as you took a sip, his gaze holding a softness that made your heart flutter.
for a moment, you forgot the rivalry, forgot the teasing and the jabs.
all you saw was sunghoon, standing there with a quiet, almost hesitant expression, as if he, too, was trying to understand what was happening between you.
when he finally looked away, clearing his throat awkwardly, you couldnât help but feel a pang of disappointment.
the silence hung heavy with words left unsaid, and as he walked back to his desk, you felt a strange longing settle in your chestâa longing that surprised and confused you in equal measure.
a week before christmas, the company sent you and sunghoon out to oversee a local holiday event as part of a charity initiative.
the city was sparkling with lights, carols, and people bundled in scarves and coats, laughing and chattering as they browsed the decorated stalls.
snow had started to fall, dusting the sidewalks in soft white powder.
âstick with me,â sunghoon said, giving you a wink as he led the way through the crowd. âwe wouldnât want you to get lost in the holiday rush.â
âoh, please,â you retorted, rolling your eyesâbut you fell into step beside him, the easy banter warming you against the chilly air.
you wandered through the market together, occasionally stopping to admire handcrafted ornaments or taste samples of hot peppermint chocolate.
sunghoon even bought you a gingerbread cookie shaped like a snowman, holding it out with a shy grin.
âitâs not much,â he said, as if embarrassed by the simplicity of it.
âitâs perfect,â you replied, surprised by how genuine your own smile felt.
you took a bite, savoring the sweetness, while sunghoon watched you with an expression that made your heart flutter.
as you made your way through the crowd, you felt his hand brush against yours, a barely-there touch that sent a thrill down your spine.
you glanced up at him, half-expecting a smirk, but his expression was serious, his gaze focused on you in a way that made your heart race.
for a few beats, neither of you spoke, the sounds of the bustling market fading into the background.
sunghoonâs gaze held yours, intense and unwavering, and you felt a strange, almost magnetic pull between you.
you didnât realize how close you were standing until someone bumped into you from behind, breaking the moment.
sunghoon quickly reached out to steady you, his hand firm and reassuring on your arm.
âare you okay?â he asked, his voice a whisper, his eyes searching yours.
you nodded, suddenly hyper-aware of his hand on your arm. âyeah, iâm fine. thanks.â
he didnât let go right away, and you found yourself leaning into his touch, just for a second, savoring the warmth and closeness.
when he finally released you, his fingers lingered just a moment too long, leaving a tingling warmth in their wake.
as the evening wound down, you found yourselves standing at the edge of the market, watching the snow fall softly around you.
the streetlights casted a dim, yellow warm glow over the scene, and you could see your breath mingling with his in the chilly air.
sunghoon shifted beside you, his expression unreadable. âyou know, i never thought weâd actually get along,â he admitted, his tone quiet, almost hesitant.
âme neither,â you replied, feeling a strange, bittersweet ache in your chest. âguess it took the holidays to bring out the best in us.â
he chuckled softly, but there was something melancholy in his smile. âmaybe. or maybe it just took us actually⌠seeing each other.â
the words hung heavy in the air, their meaning lingering between you.
for the first time, you realized that he hadnât just been teasing you all those monthsâmaybe heâd been reaching out, trying to connect in the only way he knew how.
and maybe⌠maybe youâd been doing the same.
the snow continued to fall, soft and silent, as you stood together in a moment that felt suspended in time.
the following monday, you walked into the office to find an unusual hyper buzz in the air.
coworkers were whispering, exchanging knowing looks, and as you made your way to your desk, you could feel their curious glances following you.
âwhatâs going on?â you finally asked one of your coworkers, trying to ignore the strange, uneasy feeling building in your stomach.
your coworker glanced at you, clearly excited to spill the news. âoh, didnât you hear? sunghoonâs engaged! his family announced it over the weekend. isnât that amazing?â
the words hit you like a slapâfor a moment, you could only stare, the world tilting around you as the reality sank in.
engaged. park sunghoon was⌠engaged?
somehow, you managed to keep your composure, nodding along and murmuring something that sounded like congratulations.
but inside, you felt like your heart had been stepped on and crushed into a thousand pieces.
you hadnât even realized how much heâd come to mean to you until that moment, until the possibility of him slipping out of your life loomed in front of you.
the warmth, the stolen glances, the lingering touchesâthey all felt like illusions now, shattered by the cold reality of his engagement.
and as the days passed, you found yourself pulling away, avoiding him, unable to face the ache that had settled in your chest.
you convinced yourself it was for the best, that distancing yourself would make it easier.
but each time you caught a glimpse of himâsitting at his desk, laughing with a coworker, or glancing your way with a confused expressionâthe pain flared, sharp and unyielding.
the annual company christmas party was an elaborate affair held at a high-end hotel ballroom, decked out with garlands, chandeliers wrapped in fairy lights, and a massive christmas tree in the center of the room.
you arrived alone, shivering as the chilly air picked at your bare armsânerves prickling as you took in the festive crowd of coworkers mingling, laughing, and toasting to the holiday season.
youâd done your best to dress up, but an unmistakable heaviness clung to youâthe weight of sunghoonâs engagement lingered, even after avoiding himâyou couldnât escape the haunting of park sunghoon.
you hadnât spoken to him in days, going out of your way to avoid his attempts to talk.
heâd noticed, of course. the confused glances, the way his brow furrowed when he caught sight of you hurrying out of a roomâthose small, unspoken moments were like daggers, deepening the ache in your chest.
it hurt more than youâd thought possible, this distance, and yet you couldnât bring yourself to face him.
tonight, the ballroom was filled with the sounds of holiday classics, the gentle clinking of glasses, and the murmur of cheerful conversations.
you pushed your way through the crowd, greeting coworkers and accepting the occasional compliment, but your mind kept wandering, searching for him against your better judgment.
when you finally saw him, standing near the christmas tree in a tailored dark suit, your heart twisted painfully.
he looked⌠incredible, polished and confident as always, but there was something else in his eyesâa tension, a restlessness that you couldnât place.
he was surrounded by a small group of colleagues, but he seemed distracted, his gaze scanning the room as if looking for someone.
you turned quickly, hoping he hadnât noticed you, and tried to lose yourself in the crowd.
but even as you made small talk with your coworkers, your attention kept drifting back to him, your heart stubbornly refusing to let go.
at some point in the evening, the lights dimmed, and the band began playing a slow, romantic melody.
a coworker you barely knew approached you, a friendly smile on his face as he offered his hand. âcare for a dance?â
the last thing you wanted was to be dragged onto the dance floor, but the thought of standing alone, surrounded by the sight of happy couples, felt worse.
you accepted, letting him guide you to the center of the room.
the music was soft and gentle, filling the room like a quiet whisperâyour dance partner was polite, talking amiably as you swayed to the music, but you barely heard a word he said.
your gaze drifted, unbidden, toward sunghoon. he was watching you, his expression hidden in shadow, but you could see the pain in his eyesâa pain that mirrored your own.
for a moment, everything else faded away.
the ballroom, the music, the dozens of people around youâall of it blurred into the background as you met his gaze.
it was a single, suspended moment, one that hung heavy with all the things left unsaid, all the secrets youâd kept bottled up.
sunghoonâs expression was raw, his eyes shining with an intensity that left you breathless.
he looked⌠devastated, as if the sight of you dancing with someone else was tearing him apart.
a flicker of hope sparked in your heart, but you quickly quashed it, reminding yourself that he was engaged.
and yet⌠the look in his eyes felt so real, so heartbreakingly genuine, that you almost believed he cared as deeply as you did.
when the song ended, you quickly excused yourself from your dance partner, feeling suddenly overwhelmed.
you retreated to the side of the room, fighting to steady your breath as you chugged a glass of champagne, all while trying to make sense of the emotions swirling inside you.
moments later, the ceo stepped up to the front of the room, tapping the microphone and quieting the crowd.
he began his speech, thanking everyone for their hard work and loyalty over the past year, his words filled with the usual corporate platitudes.
you listened half-heartedly, your mind elsewhere, still reeling from the intensity of sunghoonâs gaze.
as the ceoâs speech drew to a close, he turned to sunghoon with a broad smile.
âand of course, we canât end this night without congratulating our very own park sunghoon on his recent engagement!â
a round of applause erupted, and all eyes turned to sunghoonâhe stood there, looking cornered, his face a mix of frustration and anguish as he glanced out at the crowd, clearly uncomfortable with the attention.
his gaze flicked to you for just a moment, but it was enough for you to see the raw emotion in his eyesâthe pain, the longing, and something deeper, something desperate.
the applause began to fade, and an uncomfortable silence settled over the room as everyone waited for him to respond.
you held your breath, watching as he took a deep, steadying breath and then lifted his head, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before finally resting on you.
âi⌠i have something to say,â he began, his voice trembling just slightly, though he tried to mask it with a steady, confident tone. âmy parents may have announced an engagement, but i⌠i canât go through with it.â
a collective gasp rippled through the crowd, murmurs breaking out as people exchanged shocked glances.
sunghoon held his ground, his eyes never leaving yours, and you felt your heart pounding wildly, your entire body frozen as his words sank in.
âi canât go through with it,â he continued, his voice stronger now, filled with a conviction that made your chest ache. âbecause⌠because iâm in love with someone else.â
his words echoed in the silence, hanging in the air like a confession to the whole worldâthe room was utterly still, every eye fixed on him, but he seemed oblivious to them all, focused solely on you.
your breath caught, and you felt a wave of shock and disbelief wash over you, mingled with a wild, desperate hope.
sunghoon took a step closer towards you, his eyes filled with an intensity that left you breathless.
âiâm in love with you, y/n. iâve been so in love with youâfor longer than i want to admit.â
the entire room was staring now, but all you could see was him.
your heart raced, your mind whirling as you struggled to process what heâd just saidâpart of you wanted to run, to escape the weight of all those eyes on you, but another part, a larger part, wanted nothing more than to close the distance between you and let yourself fall into his arms.
but it was all too muchâthe crowd, the confession, the overwhelming emotions crashing over you like a tidal wave.
without another word, you turned and fled, pushing your way through the stunned crowd, your heart pounding as you made your way outside.
the cold air hit you like a slap, shocking your senses and grounding you just enough to keep you from collapsing under the weight of it all.
you were barely halfway down the steps when you heard footsteps behind you.
ây/n! wait!â
you turned to see sunghoon jogging after you, his face pale, eyes wide with worry.
he reached for you, but you took a step back, shaking your head, barely able to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over.
âwhy did you do that, sunghoon?â you whispered, your voice trembling. âwhy did you have to say all that in front of everyone?â
he looked at you, desperation etched into every line of his face. âbecause i couldnât keep it inside anymore,â he said, his voice raw, broken. âi couldnât pretend. not when⌠not when all i want is you.â
you shook your head, struggling to keep your composure. âyou donât understand. you canât just⌠say things like that, sunghoon. youâre engagedâyour familyâŚâ
âi donât care about any of that!â he interrupted, his voice rising. âi donât care about the engagement, the expectations, any of it. none of it matters if i canât be with you.â
his words hung heavy in the air, and you felt your defenses crumbling, piece by piece.
but the fear, the uncertainty, was still there, clawing at you, refusing to let you give in.
âi donât need your pity,â you said, your voice barely a whisper. âi donât want you to feel sorry for me.â
he looked at you, hurt flashing in his eyes. âthis isnât pity, y/n. iâm not trying to save you. i just⌠i just want to be with you.â
for a moment, you stood there, the silence between you filled with all the things left unsaid.
and then, before he could say anything more, you turned and walked away, the tears finally spilling over as you slipped into the cab and closed the door, leaving him standing there alone in the falling snow.
the next morning, you woke with a heavy heart, the memory of last night replaying in your mind.
you felt raw, vulnerable, and yet, there was a faint glimmer of hope buried beneath the acheâa hope that maybe, this was real.
your thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock at your door.
you rose, heart pounding, and opened it to find sunghoon standing there, holding a bouquet of flowers, his eyes red-rimmed as if he hadnât slept.
youâd expected sunghoon to be at the door, waiting with an apology or a questionâbut you hadnât expected him to look so vulnerable.
his usual confidence was gone, replaced by a rawness that mirrored everything youâd felt since the night before.
the bouquet he held was a mix of wildflowers and holiday greeneryâred berries and sprigs of pine woven among soft white flowers that stood out against the darkness of the early morning.
when you finally took the bouquet from his hands, your fingers brushed his, sending a jolt of warmth through you.
the simple touch said everything words hadnâtâthe apology, the relief, and maybe most of all, the overwhelming sense of rightness that you couldnât ignore any longer.
the silence stretched, each of you looking at the other, feeling the weight of all that had come before and the fragile hope for what might come next.
he looked at you, eyes searching your face with a hesitance that felt new, uncertain.
ây/nâŚâ he began, his voice soft, each syllable filled with a vulnerability youâd never heard before.
âi know last night was⌠overwhelming. and iâm sorry if i put you on the spot, but i meant every single word.â
you felt your heart flutter, the sincerity in his gaze unshakableâhe looked at you as if you were something precious, something heâd been waiting his whole life to hold close.
and that look, filled with quiet awe and devotion, undid every defense youâd carefully built over the years.
âi was afraid to believe it,â you whispered, the words spilling out before you could stop them. âi was so afraid that this would all be some fleeting thing for you. that iâd just be another distraction.â
his brows knit together in disbelief, and he reached up, gently brushing a stray tear from your cheek.
âa distraction?â he murmured, a trace of pain in his voice. ây/n, youâre the only person iâve ever been able to be⌠real with. you see meâbeyond my name, beyond the expectations. i didnât know how much i needed that until i met you.â
for a moment, you just looked at him, feeling the weight of his words settle over you like a warm blanket.
every snide comment, every misunderstanding, every late night spent working togetherâeach memory replayed in your mind, and suddenly, it all made sense.
what youâd shared wasnât just rivalry or convenience; it had been the start of something deeper, something real.
âiâve wanted to hear that for so long,â you said, a soft laugh escaping you. âi just⌠i couldnât admit it, not even to myself.â
a slow, relieved smile spread across his face, and he took a step closer, pulling you into a gentle hug. his arms wrapped around you, holding you close in a way that felt so natural, as if youâd been made to fit there.
he smelled faintly of cedar and pine, a comforting, earthy scent that made you feel warm and safe.
you could feel his heartbeat against yours, steady and strong, grounding you as everything else melted away.
âthen stay with me,â he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. âstay with me, y/n. iâll prove to you that this is real. that iâm all in.â
you pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, searching for any hint of uncertainty.
but all you saw was unwavering devotion, a promise he seemed ready to carry for as long as you needed.
âi love you, sunghoon,â you said, feeling the words roll off your tongue, soft and unrestrained, like a sigh of relief after holding your breath for too long.
âi think⌠iâve loved you for a long time. even when i couldnât admit it, even when you drove me crazy.â
a soft laugh escaped him, and he looked at you with an expression filled with wonder, as if he, too, had been waiting his whole life to hear those words.
âi never thought iâd hear you say that,â he whispered, his voice thick with admiration and softness.
âneither did i,â you admitted, your smile mirroring his.
he leaned down, cupping your face with gentle hands as he closed the small distance between you.
his lips met yours in a kiss that was soft, warm, and filled with the quiet certainty that this was where you were meant to be.
the world around you faded, leaving only the warmth of his embrace and the lingering taste of his kiss.
the weeks that followed felt like a dream.
for the first time, you let yourself enjoy the simplicity of being with him, unburdened by the anxieties that had once kept you apart.
sunghoonâs presence became a comfort, a steady warmth that you found yourself relying on more and more.
with christmas only a few days away, he insisted on taking you to a secluded cabin his family owned, nestled in a quiet of a forest just outside the city.
when you arrived, snow covered the ground in a perfect blanket, undisturbed and glistening under the faint light of a winter sunset.
the cabin was charmingly rustic, decorated with fairy lights and pine wreaths, and a cozy fire crackled in the stone fireplace, filling the room with a comforting warmth.
sunghoon stood behind you as you both took in the view, his arms wrapping around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
âwelcome to our first tradition,â he murmured, his voice soft and filled with warmth.
âour first tradition?â you echoed, a smile playing on your lips.
he nodded, pulling you closer. âi want to spend every christmas with you. just like thisâpeaceful, just us. no crowds, no expectations. just you, me, and⌠maybe a cup of hot chocolate.â
you laughed, turning in his arms to face him. âi could get used to that.â
he smiled, reaching up to brush a snowflake from your hairâthe gesture was so tender, so filled with quiet adoration, that your heart swelled with love for him all over again.
âletâs go inside,â he said, taking your hand. âthereâs something i want to show you.â
you followed him into the cabin, where he led you to a small table by the window.
on it was a simple, carefully wrapped box with a red ribbon tied around itâhe handed it to you, his eyes warm and expectant.
you opened the box to find a small, delicate charm bracelet with a single charmâa tiny snowflake, etched in silver.
it sparkled under the dim light, catching the glow from the fire.
âitâs beautiful, hoon..â you whispered, touched by the thoughtfulness of the gift.
he reached out, clasping it around your wrist with a soft smile. âi wanted something that would remind you of this moment. of us.â
your throat tightened, and you looked up at him, feeling an overwhelming wave of gratitude and love.
heâd given you so much more than a giftâheâd given you a promise, a quiet assurance that he was in this for the long haul.
âthank you,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
he smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. âmerry christmas, y/n.â
as you stood there together, wrapped in each otherâs arms, the snow began to fall outside, blanketing the world in a peaceful, serene quiet.
the warmth of the cabin, the gentle crackling of the fire, and the soft glow of fairy lights filled the space, making it feel like you were in your own little world.
and in that moment, you realized that everything youâd gone throughâevery argument, every misunderstanding, every long, quiet night spent wondering what could have beenâhad all been worth it.
because it had led you here, to this moment, to him.
the rest of the night was spent in quiet conversation, sharing dreams and hopes for the future as you watched the snow fall outside.
you talked about everything and nothing, feeling the joy of being together without any walls between you.
the future was a blank canvas, filled with endless possibilities, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to picture itâeach memory, each holiday, painted with sunghoon by your side.
as the night drew to a close, you found yourself drifting off to sleep in his arms, the fire casting soft shadows across the room, wrapping you both in warmth.
sunghoonâs heartbeat was a steady lullaby, soothing and constant, and you let yourself sink into the comfort of it, knowing that this was only the beginning.
and as you closed your eyes, a single thought lingered, filling you with a quiet, profound happinessâ
you were finally home.
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hi maeeee!! can i request a poly! marauders where maybe reader is fighting with only one them and the others are shocked when they find out and try their very best to fix it even though things are quite tense? thanks maeeeee ilyyyyđđđ
Thanks for your patience with this one angel! It's not as angsty as I planned when I started writing it, but I hope you enjoy it <3
poly!marauders x fem!reader ⥠1.8k words
Itâs James who finds you this time. Youâre curled up in a corner of the couch, pretending to read whilst secretly feeling sorry for yourself. Your boyfriend sits next to you, touching your shoulder so that you turn to him for a kiss.Â
âStill upset?â he asks after a peck.Â
You ignore the complicated, knotty feeling that makes itself known in your chest. âNot at you.âÂ
âNo, I know.â James smiles a little, gifting you another kiss. âIâd be coming in here with my tail between my legs if you were. Iâd hate to be on the wrong side of either you or Remâs wrath.âÂ
You stay quiet. You wouldnât go so far as to call what youâre feeling wrathâthat seems a tad dramatic to describe the low flame of vexation youâve been burning for your tallest boyfriendâbut you donât feel like opening yourself up to the subject with James. Youâve already heard it from Sirius this morning.Â
âAngel.â James gives your shoulder a cajoling squeeze. âCome on, when are the two of you going to get past this? Itâs very awkward sleeping in the same bed with two people who are quarreling, you know.âÂ
âWe sleep exactly the same as every other night.âÂ
âThereâs underlying tension,â he counters lightly. You roll your eyes, and James laughs. âOi, donât get cross with me now, too. Iâm just telling you about my lived experience.â He leans his head on your shoulder, all sweetness and treachery. âYouâre really not gonna forgive him? You know heâs gonna stick you with Sirius in the divorce.âÂ
You huff a laugh. James grins up at you hopefully. You know thereâs some sense to what heâs saying; one of you has to be the bigger person eventually. It had started small, a stupid disagreement, but you and Remus are each stubborn and petty enough to not want to admit where you were wrong. Now youâre more angry with him for being angry with you than for anything else.Â
When you think of his coldness to youânever mind the fact that youâve been cold to him in turnâthat flame of vexation burns a little brighter.Â
âI donât know why youâre over here trying to convince me,â you tell James. âI wonât have any problem forgiving him if he actually apologizes.âÂ
James sighs. You look down at your book to avoid his disappointment.Â
âOkay, then. But he does feel really bad, so you know. Heâs in the bedroom with one of his headaches, and he asked if you were still upset with him.â You look up. James levels you with a weighted look. âCould probably really use a cuddle, if you two were on good terms.âÂ
James is at least only somewhat smug when you abandon your book to go to the bedroom. You pass Sirius in the hall, who gives you a smile and a firm peck on the lips, likely having just left Remus himself. You enter the bedroom expecting to see the curtains drawn, lights off, and your poorly boyfriend in bed, but instead Remus is standing, well lit by the daylight streaming in through the windows, book tented on the bed still made from this morning. He appears as though he was just on his way out.Â
âErm, hi,â he says, brows pulled together in the middle. He looks to be studying you. âAre you alright?âÂ
âFine,â you answer, bemused. âAreâŚare you?â
âYeah. Why wouldnât I be?âÂ
The door clicks shut behind you. You startle at the sound, not having closed it yourself. Then, you watch as a resigned sort of irritation comes over Remusâ features at the same time as it settles into you.Â
âPricks.â He moves past you to the door, jiggling the handle. âIt only locks from the inside, you twats.âÂ
âLove you too,â comes Siriusâ voice. âYou can come out after you kiss and make up.âÂ
âAnd say youâre sorry!â adds James.Â
Remus scowls.Â
âOpen it,â you tell him.Â
âWhat do you think Iâm trying to do? One of them is holding it shut.âÂ
âLet me try.âÂ
âBe my guest.â Remus steps back, letting you have a go at the handle. By putting everything you have into it you manage to twist it, but you canât get it open even an inch.Â
âDonât hurt yourself, gorgeous.â Sirius sounds smug enough to make your face feel hot. âJames is holding it on the other side here, a few more minutes and youâll make him break a sweat.âÂ
You let go of the handle with a huff, turning and stalking towards the bedroom window. You start moving the desk out of your way.Â
âWould you really rather climb out the window than be in a room with me?â asks Remus. You look over your shoulder, and heâs sitting on the bed, side-eyeing you with his back propped against the pillows.Â
âItâs not about you.â You shove your hip into the desk, budging it enough for you to get at the window latch. âThey lied and made me feel all guilty just so they could lock us in here.âÂ
âWhatâd they tell you?â
You try to get your fingernail behind the latch. âIt doesnât matter.âÂ
âSirius had me thinking you were quite upset.âÂ
âYeah, and probably that I was asking after you, right? James told me you had a bad headache.âÂ
A chuckle. âThat was enough to make you come in here looking so flustered?âÂ
âMy mistake,â you huff, but it turns to a short whimper when your nail breaks. âChrist, youâd think theyâd make these easier to open. What if there was a fire?âÂ
âDonât go out the window,â Remus says calmly. âYouâll ruin your tights.âÂ
You work another nail behind the latch. âI canât just let them win.âÂ
âMm. Thatâs a bit of a problem for you, is it?âÂ
A bitter coolness settles over you. You turn, crossing your arms. âSomething to say?âÂ
Remus picks up his book, cornering a page. âJust making an observation, is all.âÂ
âRemus,â you say sternly. âDonât act like youâre any better. You couldâve apologized at any time.âÂ
Your boyfriend levels you with a look. âWould that really have made a difference?â
âYes!âÂ
âHonestly?â He looks like he doesnât believe you. âAll I have to do is say Iâm sorry, and youâll forget about all of this and be completely happy with me?âÂ
You shake your head, bewildered. ââŚYeah. I mean, I would want to know that you understood how you hurt my feelings, but yeah. Really, itâs not that complicated.âÂ
Remusâ expression softens. âI do understand that, dove. Do you understand how you hurt mine?âÂ
âIâŚâ You find you canât quite look at him. âI imagine itâs sort of similar. Because Iâve been cold to you.âÂ
âAnd because you wouldnât hear me out,â he says. It doesnât sound like I told you so, not smug so much as gentle. âBut it was a small thing to begin with, wasnât it? Iâm ready to be past it.âÂ
You frown at him. âItâs not about the argument for me. Iâm already past that, itâs just everything else.âÂ
Remus considers you. âWould you come here, please?âÂ
You swear you wouldnât go if he didnât sound so kind. But you find yourself with your legs curled underneath you on the bed in front of him, Remus coaxing your hands into his.Â
âIâm sorry I hurt your feelings,â he says sincerely, looking you in the eyes. âIt was a silly argument, and I shouldnât have been so stubborn.âÂ
You chew the inside of your cheek, sizing up whether he means it. âIâŚalso could have been less stubborn,â you admit begrudgingly. Your tone softens. âIâm sorry I hurt your feelings, too. I didnât mean to.âÂ
âI know, sweetheart.â Remusâ touch coasts from your hands up your arms as he pulls you closer to kiss your forehead. âAre we okay?âÂ
âYeah,â you say, mollified.Â
He smiles at you. âHear that?â he says towards the door. âYou can let us out now.âÂ
Thereâs no response.Â
Remus frowns as you get out of bed, going to try the handle. The door comes open, revealing and empty hallway.Â
âPricks,â Remus mutters.Â
You find your boyfriends in the living room, James flicking through channels on the telly while Sirius reads the back cover of your book. James notices you first.Â
âOh, hello.â He grins at you as Sirius looks over. âAll sorted, then?âÂ
Youâre half tempted to pretend you didnât make up just to spite them. When you look over at Remus, you suspect heâs thinking the same thing.Â
âThat was sort of mean, lying to me like that,â you say to James instead.Â
He looks a bit contrite, but Sirius says insouciantly, âYou were never gonna do it by yourselves, babe. We werenât ready to start divvying up the furniture because you wanted to have a row.âÂ
You kiss your teeth. âI think I might be having a row with you now.âÂ
âWhat, us?â Jamesâ eyebrows rise above the frames of his glasses. âWhat for?âÂ
âYou lied to us both to make us feel bad,â Remus reminds him, âand then locked us in the bedroom.âÂ
Sirius isnât impressed. âWell, it wasnât really locked, was it. If youâd gotten desperate, you couldâve taken it off the hinges. Or just checked again after a couple minutes.âÂ
âShe broke her nail trying to get the window open.âÂ
You hold up your torn fingernail as proof. Sirius coos, reaching for your finger and bringing it to his lips while you scowl at him.Â
âSorry, lovie. We had a plan to bring you food in a couple hours,â says James. âWe were even going to let you out for bathroom breaks if you needed to go.âÂ
âReally, you wrapped it up much quicker than we were expecting,â Sirius praises. Heâs still holding your finger, drawing his thumb up and down the side in easy, consoling strokes. âWe thought youâd ice each other out until supper at least. Iâm quite proud of you.âÂ
Remus scoffs.Â
âOh, come now.â Sirius grins. âGive us a kiss.âÂ
You roll your eyes but turn to Remus, extricating your finger from Siriusâ grasp to meet him in a chaste kiss.Â
The other boys cheer. âThere we are!â James tilts his face up expectantly. âNow one for me.âÂ
You and Remus exchange a look.Â
âNo,â you say coolly, âI donât think so.â The two of you go to sit on the far side of the couch, away from both Sirius and James with you curled against Remusâ side. He looks a tad smug as he puts his arm around you.Â
âOi!â says Sirius. âLook what youâve done, youâve made James pull his sad puppy face. What do you have to say for yourselves?âÂ
âYou lied to us,â you say again, slowly, with emphasis, âand locked us in the bedroom.âÂ
Sirius scoffs. âSo dramatic.âÂ
âOh, thatâs rich.âÂ
âWill it help if we say sorry?â James asks meekly.Â
Remus looks at you. You shrug.Â
âMaybe,â he says. âYouâre more than welcome to try and find out.â
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Left On Read - Yuta x Reader SMAU
chap 3: iâm done masterlist
first pov: yuta, yn uses his phone for the last 2 msgs
second pov: yuji
you were glad you got to let off some steam at the end, you blankly thank yuta for letting you use his phone before getting up, ready to leave.
âyn, wait!â he calls, grabbing your hand. his grip was firm, yet gentle. like he wanted you to stay with him, but he wouldnât hurt you. he treated you like you were delicate, and right now you didnât know if you should be thankful or embarrassed, humiliated. this guy you barely knew was pitying you. you hated it.
âi want to just lay in bed right now..â you sighed, refusing to make eye contact with him.
he nodded, understandingly. âif you want, i still have the movie ready, and your candy here.. but if youâd rather be alone, i understand. you can take the candy.â
he handed you the bowl of candy, and glancing between him and his caring eyes, you decided staying with him wouldnât be bad.
after all, you just lost all your friends. best to gain a new one.
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jeno breeding/impreg kink
(MDNI)
jeno wants babies ofc , everything is consensual , jeno has a big dick ofc , unprotected sex (wrap that dick up pls) , rough sex , pet names, a lot of bad words , lil bit of ass slapping , face down ass up, not proof-read cause my writing makes me cringe , requested here !
as jeno watched you from across the room he couldn't help but notice how natural holding a baby was for you. your soft hands caressing the baby's face, a slight pout to your lips as you spoke to him. you had this sort of glow to you, a motherly glow, and in a sick twisted way, seeing you like this made his pants tighten.
why did people say you had to wait to have children? right now all jeno could think about was you, full and plump with his child, breasts swollen and skin glowing. he could make you his completely. forever.
"hi pretty girl."
jeno's arm's snaked around your waist, pulling you into his chest before leaning down to plant a kiss to your forehead. you smiled up at him,
"hi jen, thank you for coming by the daycare today, the kids love you."
he left out a soft hum in agreement, hands traveling down to grab your ass lightly, a soft sigh leaving your lips as he planted light kisses to your neck. you giggled, trying to push him away, his arms holding you tighter,
"i like going, like seeing you like that."
you relaxed into his arms, his teeth nipping at your collarbones,
"like what jen?"
he bit at the skin lightly, hands moving up and under your shirt, goosebumps rising on your body as his cold hands rubbed your back.
"like a mother, can't stop thinking about filling you up with my babies, fuck- you'd look so good."
his hands moved forward to rub at your belly, his bulge growing impossibly harder. you moved you hands down to squeeze the front of his pants, smiling as he moaned softly,
"why don't you do it then, hm? what's stopping you?"
you watched as he let out a shaky breath, his forehead pressed against yours, eyes shut,
"don't do this to me baby, this isn't a funny."
you brought your hands up to hold his face, his eyes fluttering open to look at you,
"who said i'm joking?"
that was enough confirmation for jeno as he leaned in, kissing you harshly. the kiss was messy, teeth clashing and tongues fighting. you'd never seen jeno this desperate, his hand roaming your body, grabbing, scratching, getting a hold of anything he could.
he pulled off your shirt, quick fingers fumbling with you bra,
"jen slow down, baby what's the rush?"
he looked up at you, breathless, his cheeks dusted a light shade of pink,
"can't wait, please, want you baby, need you- fuck- why won't this thing come off."
he pulled at your bra, clips snapping off with his force. you gasped as he picked you up, rushing to get to your shared room. his movements were rough, but he looked at you with love in his eyes, hands soothing any skin he grabbed too hard, lips kissing any mark he left.
he kissed down your body, removing each article of clothing as he went. you stopped his movements as he reached your core, lips hovering over your heat,
"jen please, need you in me, now."
he was quick to comply removing all of his clothes before lining himself up at your entrance, his hands shaky as he slowly slid in,
"fuckkk, baby- fuck, so tight, sucking me in so good."
you moaned as you looked down, watching as his length disappeared inside you, your walls burning at the stretch,
"jen please, please fuck me, need this so bad baby please."
he grunted as he flipped you over, hands gripping your hips as he pulled your ass up. you winced as he gave your ass a light slap, his length pressed right against your core.
"you asked for it baby, now be good and take it."
you back arched as he slid right in, your juices coating his length. his pace was slow but harsh, hips snapping roughly against your ass, his grip on your hips deadly.
"shitt baby, wish you could see yourself, so fucking wet baby, like the idea of my filling you up that much, hm?"
you nodded your head, hair scattered against the bedsheets, hands pulling tightly at the fabric,
"yes jen, fuck- yes, want you to fill me up so good- fuck."
his thrusts picked up in pace a moan leaving his lips as you begged him to fuck you full,
"gonna fill this pussy up baby, get this belly full with my babies, fuck- you like that huh? feel you squeezing around me pretty girl."
your mouth fell open into a silent moan as jeno pounded into you, his tip poking at that sweet spot inside you.
"jeno, jeno, fuck, 'm gonna cum, oh my- jen, please don't stop."
he chuckled at your disheveled state, drool spilling out of your mouth and your hair a mess as he fucked you into the mattress, pussy tightening around him as you came undone.
"just like that baby, shit creaming all over me, so fucking dirty."
he slapped your ass again before pulling your hips towards him harshly, your legs trembling at the feeling,
"fuck yourself on me baby, like you want it, mhm good baby, keep going."
you used your last bit of strength to push your hips back onto his, his hands keeping you steady as you moaned softly at the sensitivity.
"jen please fill me up, want all of it, wanna have your kids, please."
the growl he let out was animalistic as snapped his hips into yours, a yelp leaving your lips at the force. his pace was inhumane, his loud grunts and the sound of your wet heat filling the room.
"you're so perfect baby, shit, i'm gonna cum, holy- fuck baby."
you squeezed around him as his cum coated your walls. a string of curses leaving his lips as his hands left bruises on your hips. his large hand rubbing down your back to soothe your shaking figure.
instead of pulling out jeno kept his hips flush against your ass, leaning down close to your ear.
"gotta make sure none of it goes to waste right? promise i'm gonna make you mommy."
you always wanted to call jeno daddy anyways.
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Suppressed Desires
Synopsis: Jeonghan is your first everythingâyour first kiss, your first date, your first boyfriendâand now, you want him to be your first in every way. But every time you try to take things further, he seems to pull away. Doubts creep in, making you wonder if he doesnât find you attractive. But heâs quick to show you thatâs not the case.
Pairing: Jeonghan x afab!reader
Genre: smut, fluff, established relationship
Rating: mature
Word count: 3.6k
Warnings: smut, penetrative sex, protected sex (we cheered!), corruption kink, body worship, oral (fem receiving), loss of virginity, mentions of insecurities, aftercare, lemme know if I missed anything!
Note: This was requested! I hope you enjoy this anon.
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The sound of the TV is muffled, forgotten in the background. The feeling of Jeonghan's lips against yours is the only thing you can focus on at the moment. They feel so soft, so warm, and so perfect. You get lost in the way they moulded against yours. You're draped across his lap, his hands keeping you steady. You thread your fingers through his short brown hair, giving it a gentle tug that draws a groan from his lips.
You want more. You crave more. You want to feel him all over you, inside you. You hear his breath hitch as you slowly start to grind your hips against his. He suddenly pulls away, his hands stopping you from moving. You look down at him, confused.
âWe should get back to the movie; we wouldnât want to miss the climax,â he says softly, a gentle smile on his lips.
You furrow your brows, pouting. Jeonghan always does thisâevery time things start to get more intimate, he somehow stops it. Something suddenly comes up, he brushes off the moment, or he simply leaves the room. You have no idea why he does this, but you donât have the heart to ask. Suppressing a sigh, you nod and slide off his lap, reluctantly settling back to watch a movie you donât really care about.
Opening your front door, you practically jump into Jeonghan's arms; it's been almost two weeks since you last saw him due to his busy schedule. He chuckles as he wraps his arms around you, snuggling his nose into your hair and inhaling your scent.
"I missed you so much bubs," he sighs.
"Missed you more," you mumble into his chest.
He gives you a gentle squeeze before cupping your face, tilting it up to meet his gaze. His lips find yours, and you melt into the kiss. Youâve missed him so much, his presence, his scent, his warmth, and the feeling of his lips on yours.
You wanted to feel more of him, you needed more of him. You press up against him and tilt your head to deepen the kiss. He groans, and his hands roam down to your ass, squeezing them and eliciting a moan from you.
"H-Hannie," you whimper.
He suddenly pauses, pulling his lips away from yours. You look up at him, confused, wondering if you did something wrong.
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask, brow furrowed.
âSorry, bubs. Iâm just tired. How about we take a nap together?â he murmurs, gently caressing your face.
Biting your lip, you reluctantly nod. He kisses the top of your head and leads you to the bedroom.
Lying in his arms, you pout as thoughts race through your mind. Did you do something wrong? Did you make him uncomfortable? You shift carefully, not wanting to wake Jeonghan, whoâs softly snoring beside you.
Jeonghan is your very first boyfriend. Youâd never really pictured yourself in a relationship, content with being single and even imagining youâd stay that way. But then Jeonghan came into your life, and everything changed.
He just feels so⌠perfect. Like youâre meant to be. He treats you with such tenderness, caring for you like a delicate flower. Heâs your first in so many waysâfirst boyfriend, first date, first kiss. You want him to be your first time, too. But every time you try to take things further, he suddenly pulls away.
Does he not feel that way about you? Does he not see you as sexy and desirable? Maybe heâs only with you out of pity. Maybe he doesnât truly love you and feels obligated to stay. As these thoughts swirl, a few tears slip down your cheeks.
Friday nightâone of your favourite nights, marking the end of the workweek and the start of the weekend. Even better, Jeonghanâs schedule ended early, so he decided to spend the evening with you.
Youâre cooking dinner for both of you while Jeonghan clings to you from behind, occasionally planting kisses on your neck, making you giggle.
âJeonghan, I wonât be able to finish dinner if you keep distracting me like this,â you laugh as he starts to sway with you.
âBut youâre so cute and cuddly,â he whines.
âYou can cuddle me all you want after I finish dinner.â
You canât see him, but you can definitely feel him pout as he stops swaying and loosens his grip. You chuckle, shaking your head, heart swelling at his playful antics.
Dinner was filled with the usual, compliments, catching up, laughter, and, of course, a bit of teasing. After cleaning up, you both decide to settle in for a movie night. Cuddled up on the couch, you put on one of your favourite movies, Iron Man (definitely not because you have a crush on Tony Stark). The lights are off, and the only thing illuminating the room is the soft glow from the TV.
The TVâs light highlights Jeonghanâs features, making him look even more handsome, and you canât help but admire him. Jeonghan notices you watching him and turns with a smile.
âAm I really that handsome that I managed to distract you from the Tony Stark?â he chuckles.
âShut up,â you roll your eyes, snuggling into the crook of his neck, which makes him laugh softly.
âYouâre so cute,â he murmurs, rubbing your back gently.
You playfully bite his neck, making him let out a small yelp as he pulls back, wide-eyed. You burst into laughter at his shocked expression.
âOh, you littleââ he growls, grabbing you and starting to tickle you, making you squeal and try to push him away.
But he doesnât relent, pinning you down on the couch and using his body to hold you in place. His hands tickle your sides, and you laugh uncontrollably, struggling to catch your breath.
"I yield! I yield!" You yell out, writhing under him.
He lets out a laugh, grabs your hands, and pins them to the couch above your head. The both of you catch your breath as you stare at each other. He looks ethereal, his hair is messy but it frames his face perfectly, his cheeks are flushed from laughing, and his eyes have a sparkle to them which you can get lost in.
A beat passes and Jeonghan blinks.
"S-Sorry," he mumbles and gets off you, you can't help but frown.
You sit up and bite your bottom lip.
âJeonghanâŚdo youâŚnot find me attractive?â You whisper, tears pricking your eyes.
âWhat?â His head snaps toward you, his expression bewildered.
âEvery time I try to initiate something more, you justâŚpush me away,â you sniffle, frowning. âDo you not find me attractive? Are you only with me out of obligation? You donât have to stay if you donât want to. IâŚIâd understand if you did.â
You feel the air grow still as Jeonghan blinks at you, his expression bewildered. After a few beats, his gaze shiftsâhis eyes darken, and a slow smirk spreads across his face.
"I donât find you attractive?" he mutters with a low chuckle, shaking his head.
His eyes lock onto yours with an intense, dark look that sends a shiver up your spine.
"I donât find you attractive?" he repeats, louder this time, his tone laced with offence.
With a growl, he grabs your face and kisses you roughly, his lips devouring yours. You let out a small squeak, not expecting this behaviour from your usually sweet and caring boyfriend.
Noticing your hesitance, he pulls back. His thumb gently caresses your cheek, as he looks at you with longing and lust.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me Y/N?" he whispers against your lips. "Do you have any idea how much you drive me insane? Hm?"
He leans back and takes your hand, guiding it to rest over his bulge; you gasp, he's rock solid.
"Jeonghan�" You whisper, your heart lurching in your chest.
âDo you want me to show you? Show you just how much Iâve been holding back?â He asks, breath ragged.
You lick your lips as you look at his bulge straining against his pants. Your eyes slowly travel over his breathless figure before meeting his gaze, and you nod.
His lips immediately latch onto yours, his movements rough and aggressive. You submit to him, letting him take complete control. His hand rests at the back of your head, gently guiding you. He tilts his head and prods his tongue against your lips. You open your mouth, giving him full access.
He starts sucking on your tongue, making you moan against him. The kiss is messy and intense, his tongue clashing against yours hungrily. You can't help but whimper, relishing the feeling taking over your body.
Needing air, you both pull apart, a string of saliva connecting your lips. You look at Jeonghanâhis pupils are blown wide with lust, lips swollen and shiny from kissing, cheeks flushed as he pants. You can imagine youâre in a similar state.
"You taste like sweet innocence," he murmurs, caressing your cheek. "And I've imagined countless times tainting your innocence with my sin."
Your breath hitches at his words.
"Please taint me with your sin Jeonghan," you mewl.
"Whatever you wish, my sweet," he growls with a smirk.
With a final peck on your lips, he leads you to the bedroom. Your heart races in your chest, a mix of nerves and excitement about whatâs to come.
Once youâre sitting on the bed, a wave of anxiety hits you. Youâve imagined this moment countless times, but now that itâs actually happening, you suddenly feel nervous. What if once you're undressed, he doesnât find you attractive? What if you mess up? What if heâs not satisfied?
Noticing your distracted thoughts, Jeonghan cups your cheek and looks at you with concern.
âHey, whatâs wrong?â He asks gently, his eyebrows furrowing in worry. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to. You don't have to force yourself bubs."
"No, no! I want this!" You protest, shaking your head.
"It's justâŚwhat if once I'm naked, you don't find me attractive anymore?" You whisper, unable to meet his gaze as tears well up in your eyes.
His expression hardens at your words. Gently, he guides you onto your back as he crawls on top of you.
"You're the most beautiful woman I've seen in my entire life," he murmurs, placing kisses along your jaw.
He starts to slowly undress you, placing kisses on every exposed inch. He whispers sweet nothings into your skin, making you shiver under him. Any thoughts of insecurity fade away as Jeonghan continues to worship your body.
After you're fully undressed, he stares at you, mesmerised by your beauty. He bites his lip, his eyes tracing your figure as if heâs trying to memorise every inch of you.
"Not even the beauty of the goddess of love can compare to you," he exhales in a daze, and your cheeks flush at his words.
"I can't believe you thought I wasn't attracted to you," he scoffs with a playful grin.
He leans down and captures your lips into a deep kiss, one you return with equal fervour. Your hands weave into his hair, drawing him closer to you.
"I need to taste you, will you let me taste you, bubs?" He breathlessly mumbles against your lips.
You blush at his words, your heart skipping a beat, but you nod shyly.
He slowly starts trailing kisses down to your dripping core and your body shivers due to the cold and anticipation.
"So beautiful," he whispers before licking a long stripe up your cunt.
You gasp and whimper at the new sensation, legs reflexively closing.
"Ah, ah, keep them open for me bubs," he teases as he pulls apart your legs.
Heat rushes to your cheeks as your glistening core is fully displayed for him. He dives in, tongue prodding against your entrance. You moan and whimper at the sensation, hands flying to thread in his hair.
"Fuck, you taste better than I ever imagined," he groans against you, sending vibrations of pleasure through you.
You shut your eyes as the euphoric feeling of his tongue inside you takes over you. You've never felt such sensations before, and now that you have, you never want it to stop. You unintentionally buck your hips against him, he grunts and holds your hips down, preventing you from moving.
Your eyebrows furrow in pleasure as his tongue continues to push against the deepest part of you, lapping up all your juices. You couldn't help but moan his name out loud, which only egged him on further. He was eating you out like a starved man.
He shifts to suck on your clit, and you scream in pleasure. The euphoria becomes overwhelming, sending a tingly sensation through your whole body. A knot forms in your lower abdomen, and your breath catches, unsure of the sensation.
"H-Hannie! I think I-I'm," your voice is shaky and you're barely able to get the words out.
"Cum for me bubs, cum all over my tongue," He murmurs before returning to suck on the sensitive spot.
At his words, the knot snaps, and you feel an overwhelming wave of pleasure wash over you. Your vision goes white, and it feels like your head is underwater. Jeonghan continues to lap up your juices, working you through your orgasm. He stops once he hears you whine.
He sits up and your breath catches at the sight of him. His hair is messy, his chin is coated in your arousal, his eyes are blown out with lust, and a smirk is plastered on his face.
"How did that feel bubs?" He asks, his hands running up and down your hips.
"Feel so good Hannie," you whisper, still panting from your high.
"Wanna taste yourself? Wanna see how sweet you taste?" He grins.
You bite your lip and nod, he leans down and kisses you messily letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Your face scrunches up in disgust at the taste, and you hear Jeonghan chuckle into the kiss.
"What's wrong bub? Don't like the taste?" He teases.
"I donât understand how you like it," you say, scrunching your nose in distaste.
"You're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted, I can't get enough of you," he purrs, making you blush.
Jeonghan leans back and groans at the sight of youâyou look so perfect beneath him. Your hair is splayed out over the pillow, eyes dazed, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from kissing, and your chest rising and falling with each breath. He wants to capture this moment in his memory forever.
Grinding your hips against him, you whine and pout, drawing a chuckle out of Jeonghan.
"Want me to fuck you, bubs? Fill you up with my cock?" He purrs with a smirk.
Your face warms at his words, and you cover it with your hands, nodding shyly. Jeonghan chuckles at your cuteness.
"I want to hear you say it, or else I'm not giving it to you," he says in a cheeky tone.
You let out a whine and huff, and Jeonghan laughs at your frustration.
"You're not getting my cock until you ask for it, bubs," he gives you that familiar grin, the one he always has when heâs teasing you. His thumb starts drawing circles on your hips and you squirm in place.
"I-I want your cock, Hannie," you mumble through your hands, your voice barely over a whisper.
"Hm? What was that, bubs? I couldn't hear you," he teases, his hands slowly trailing lower.
You thrash in place, letting out a whine, and he chuckles at your antics. His hand shifts to your inner thighs, drawing circles near your sensitive bud.
"Hannie, please! I need your cock so bad!" You yell out in frustration.
"Fuck, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for that," he groans.
He shifts off the bed and takes a condom out of his wallet before discarding his shirt and pants, leaving him in his boxers. You look at him in confusion as he pulls out the foil packet.
"Why do you have a condom in your wallet?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.
"You never know when an opportunity like this might come alongâI always have to be prepared, bubs," he winks.
He slowly removed his boxers, and you choke back a gasp at the sight of his cock. He was so thick and long; you had an idea of how big he might be when you touched him earlier, but seeing it in person leaves your mouth feeling dry. How was that supposed to fit inside you?
"Don't worry bubs, I'll go slow. You can tell me to stop anytime and I will," he reassures you, sensing your worry.
You lick your lips and nod; he gives you a gentle smile, then wraps the condom over his cock. He shifts to move over you, lining his cock with your entrance. You gaze into his eyes, momentarily lost in their depths. He looks at you as if youâre the only thing in the entire universe. The tips of your noses touch, and his hand gently caresses your cheek.
"I'm going to taint you and claim you as mine," he growls as he slowly enters you.
Your breath hitches, and your body tenses as he slowly enters you, he slots his lips against yours as a way to distract you from the uncomfortable feeling.
"Relax for me bubs," he groans against your lips before connecting them again.
You try your best to relax your body, eyebrows furrowing and slightly wincing at the intrusion. You're grateful that Jeonghan is distracting you from the burn. He lets out a moan once he's fully inside you.
"Let me know when I can move," he strains next to your ear.
You can see he's struggling to restrain himself by the way his body tenses and his muscles twitch. You take a few deep breaths and then nod; he slowly begins to thrust his hips, letting out soft groans.
"F-Fuck, you're perfect," he moans, eyebrows furrowing as he struggles to control himself; you feel so good wrapped around him.
The uncomfortable feeling soon morphs into pleasure, you grab onto his shoulders and moan out his name. Soon, euphoria floods through you, and you squeeze your eyes shut as the intense sensation sweeps over you.
"Look at me bubs, look at me as I'm ruining you," he grunts as his hips rhythmically continue to thrust into you.
You force your eyes open and look at him, and Jeonghan almost cums right then and there. You look like an angel, with that fucked out expressionâan angel he plans to keep for himself for the rest of his life. This is a million times better than what he has imagined those countless times he would jerk off to you.
"S-Shit, I can't hold back anymore," he rasps, and he starts drilling into you, his pace inhuman.
You yell out his name and dig your fingernails into his shoulders, eliciting a hiss from him.
"Need to make you cum bubs, can you do that? Can you cum for me again?" he hums.
Whimpering, you nod, already feeling a knot forming. His hand sneaks down your body and rubs your clit with expert precision, you moan feeling your body quake with pleasure.
"Cum for me bubs, cream all over my cock," he growls, and at his words, the knot snaps, and you cum hard, waves of pleasure washing over you.
He cums soon after, filling up the condom with his seed. The two of you take a moment to catch your breath, each exhale coming out in ragged gasps. You take a moment to admire how angelic Jeonghan looksâhis face flushed, hair sticking to his forehead from perspiration, his eyes dazed, and the post-orgasm making him glow. You wish this moment could last forever.
He leans down and kisses you tenderly, lovingly, as if youâre a delicate flower that might breakâdespite his earlier actions being the complete opposite.
"I love you so much, more than you could ever know. The stars in the night sky are just a fraction of how deeply I feel for you. Youâre perfect, bubs. Donât you ever think otherwise," he whispers as he caresses your cheek, his eyes dripping with love.
"Or else I might have to punish you," he smirks, giving you a cheeky wink. You gasp, hitting his shoulder and whining for him not to joke about things like that.
"Who says I'm joking?" he grins before placing a peck on your lips on your pouty lips.
He slowly removes himself, and you wince and whine at the emptiness. He hushes you gently and reassures you that heâs just going to grab a washcloth to clean you up. After disposing of the condom and grabbing a washcloth, he quickly returns and very gently cleans you up, making sure to be extra gentle near your delicate parts.
After cleaning you up and discarding the washcloth, he lies back down beside you and pulls you into his arms. He starts peppering kisses across your face, causing you to giggle.
"I love you, my sweet baby dumpling," he sighs, snuggling his face into your cheek; you roll your eyes and chuckle at the nickname.
"And I love you, my pesky angel," you giggle.
The night unfolds as you drift into each otherâs arms, like two puzzle pieces perfectly aligned. To Jeonghan, you mean the world and more, and he never fails to show you just how deeply he feels.
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Longing Looks to Something More
Summary: Tyler Owens x Fe!Reader -> You and Tyler have been friends for a long time, but one day things begin to change.
Disclaimer: Steamy moments, swearing, fluffy moments, oblivious idiots in love, love confessions (kinda), lots of pining. Not Proof Read.
You heard his boots scuffing the barn floor before he pulled out a chair next to your desk.Â
âHere.â Looking up, you found where heâd placed a fresh cup of tea beside you. âItâs too late for coffee, and Cathy said itâs good for sleep.â
âI donât need sleep.â You lifted the mug. âBut thank you.â
Tyler sat back in his chair, watching you as you went back to your work. Youâd been sitting at that desk since four oâclock in the afternoon, and that hour was long gone.Â
âWhen was the last time you got some decent shut eye?â Tyler asked, picking up a folder youâd finished looking at so he could make the conversation feel less like an interrogation.Â
He smiled as he saw the small scribbled in the margins.Â
âBefore college properly.â
He shut the document. âIâm being serious, Y/n.â
âSo am I,â you said, holding in a laugh. But then he gave you the look.Â
Sighing, and relaxing your shoulders, you leaned to look at him. âI appreciate your concern, Ty, I really do. But Iâm okay. I promise.â
He watched you for a moment before taking half of the scribbled notes from you and using the folder as something to lean on.Â
âWhat are you doing?â You asked, watching him.Â
âHelping.â
âTyler-â
He looked at you. âYou need sleep and Iâm not leaving until you do. And that wonât be until you finish. Twice the people, half the work.â
You would have fought him on it, but in truth, youâd spent so much time looking at the calculations and data you thought you were starting to think in them, instead of words.Â
And he was right.Â
Whatever work youâd been distracting yourself with was as wrapped up as it could be until you gathered some more data. And by the looks of it, the tea was working. Youâd been giving into your yawns rather than trying to fight them off.Â
Tyler had seen you do this for years. He was just glad they had Kateâs barn to work out of when chasing. You all finally had a home base now.Â
âRight, come on.â
Tyler practically hauled you from your seat.Â
âBedtime.â
It was easier than previous nights to get you to move away from your work and head down to the farm house. There were three places to sleep on the farm. Inside the main house, which was where Kate stayed with Cathy and someone else would take the guest room. Then there was the guest house, with a couple different rooms which everybody had slept in at least once. Whoever fell asleep first, got the first pick of a room. Then there was the smaller guest house. It had one bedroom, a kitchen, a bathroom, a small sitting room and enough of a wooden stand in the back to be considered a porch.Â
That was where you and Tyler would be tonight since you were the last to go to bed.Â
âI brought your stuff down here earlier. Iâm gonna brush my teeth.â
âOkay,â you yawned.Â
By the time youâd gotten dressed in your pyjamas, these days consisted of a random t-shirt which you were sure had belonged to one of the boys at some point, and cotton shorts. You joined Tyler in the bathroom, brushing your teeth whilst he washed his face.Â
Turning off the bath tap, he wrung out the face cloth before throwing it over the towel rail to dry.Â
âCome on.âÂ
Finally rinsing out your mouth, you heard the clink of your toothbrush in the cup and wiped your mouth.Â
Tylerâs hand hovered by your hip as he led you out of the bathroom, turning the light off behind him, across the small living room and into the bedroom.Â
By that point, Tyler had practically wrangled and tucked you into bed before laying down beside you. For years, youâd shared a bed. Youâd both shared a bed at least three times with each member of the crew. There was always a motel somewhere that didnât have enough space.Â
So it didnât freak you out to think youâd be sharing a bed with Tyler.Â
By the time the lights cut out, it wasnât long before you were fast asleep.Â
When you woke up, you felt secure. Like youâd been wrapped in a weighted blanket. Only when you opened your eyes did you realise it was Tylerâs arms. With your back against his chest, his arms held you securely against him. He was fast asleep. His breathing even, soft snores coming from him as he held onto you for dear life.Â
It took you a minute but you eventually pulled yourself from his arms and headed for the bathroom. By the time youâd finished, you could hear him walking around the place before you heard the pans being moved around.Â
He was making breakfast.Â
âHey.âÂ
Tyler looked over his shoulder as he scrambled the eggs. âHey, howâd you sleep?â
âGood. Better than college.â
Tyler smiled. âGood. Eggsâll be done soon.â
âThanks. Want some coffee?â
Tyler nodded and you started brewing it from the pot, grabbing two mugs and setting them beside each other.Â
After breakfast and coffee, Tyler headed for a shower and you got changed into some fresh clothes. Youâd also found his inside one of the closets so, after pulling back the bed covers, you laid his clothes out at the foot of the bed.Â
âHey, Ty? Iâm gonna head up to-â
Youâd been focusing on tying the bottom of your shirt up as you walked the short distance out of the bedroom and past the sofa, ready to call through the door to him. However, without looking up, you ran into something.Â
At first, you figured it was the door, but when the door suddenly grew arms, steadied you and spoke, you realised what had actually happened.Â
Stood, his waist wrapped in a towel, his hair still dripping a little from the water, Tyler had opened the door.Â
And there you stood, suddenly dumbfounded, in his arms, unsure of what to do.Â
âUhh, sorry. I-I didnât.â Your mind seemed to take a mental picture of the Tyler that stood in front of you in that moment, and for the life of you, you couldnât understand why.Â
âYou okay?â
Clearing your throat, you stepped back and out of his grasp. âYea-yep. Yes. All good. I was just gonnaâŚâ
You forced yourself to look at his face before he thought you were checking him out.Â
âI was gonna head up to the barn. Iâve, uhh, Iâve left your stuff in..in the bedroom.â
You started to make a break for it towards the front door and Tyler remained in his position, watching you.Â
âSure youâre okay?â
You nodded firmly. âJust peachy.â
Tyler couldnât help but smile a little as he watched you leave after getting so flustered. But, shaking his head, he turned back towards the bedroom. He hadnât meant for that to happen, but something inside of him was glad it did.Â
The rest of the day, you tried to keep your mind focused on your tasks rather than constantly replaying what had happened that morning. Tyler. His arms. His grip. His body. His eyes. His voice. Him.Â
None of that was helped when you saw him walking up the small hill towards the barn, his wranglers being filled in all the right places.Â
âStop it.â You told yourself over and over and over again. Even more so when he leaned over you from behind your chair, asking about the data collection. How was it that a man could still smell so good hours after taking a shower? Immediately, your mind projected the towel-wrapped image of him from that morning.Â
âStop it.â
Tyler hummed a response, not having heard you.Â
âNothing,â you brushed it off. And he just shrugged.Â
However, you werenât the only one confused by your sudden replay of the morning going over in your head.Â
âStare at her any longer and somebody might think youâre in love.âÂ
Tyler turned and looked back at Dexter. âWhat are you talking about?â
Dexter smiled. âIâve seen the way youâve been looking at her. If youâre not looking around this barn for her, youâre looking at her.â
��No, Iâm not.â Tyler tried to laugh it off. But then he found himself looking back at you. Your reaction to him coming out of the shower kept playing on his mind. As did the feeling of you being in his arms this morning before he woke up again.Â
Standing and leaning behind you as you sat at your desk allowed for your shampoo to fill his senses. And it took him right back to being in bed with you after ushering you to bed. Heâd woken up just a little before the sun had come up. His arms were already around you, but he wouldnât have moved in fear of waking you considering you were holding his arms to you.Â
Calming himself down, your shampoo filled his senses and imprinted the feeling and image of you in his mind. So, when he stood with you, that feeling came right back.Â
He must have fallen back to sleep, too, because when he woke up, he heard the sink running in the bathroom.Â
âDex, can I ask you something?â
âSure. So long as itâs not how to read Y/nâs handwriting. What does this even say?â
Leaning over him, Tyler read it. âContinued on page five.â
Dexter nodded, a little shocked. âWhatâs your question?â
âWhenâŚâ He looked back at you for a moment before tearing his gaze away. âWhen do you know something is changing?â
âIs this about you and Y/n? Because I have to say, I think you might be the last to know.â
âWhat?â
Dexter started listing things off. âThe way you look at her? The way she looks at you? The fact youâre the only one sheâll listen to, or youâre the only one who can read her handwriting?â
Tyler shrugged. âYou get used to it after a while. But, IâŚâ
âDid something happen?â
Tyler shook his head. âTechnically, no.â
âBut you wish it had?â
âThatâs the thing. I donât know if I did or not. Weâre friends. Weâve only ever been friends. Why would things start changing now?â
âMaybe now is the time.â Dexter said. âItâs like you say, a tornado is part science, part religion. Some things, or at least part of them, canât always be explained. You and Y/n have a deep connection. Youâre friends. Maybe now itâs time to explore things further.â
Taking one final look over at you, Tyler didnât know what to do.Â
âMaybe.â
Tyler wrestled with the idea for a week or more. Youâd both been friends for a long time. And, sure. Maybe heâd checked you out once or twice over the years. He wasnât blind. You were beautiful. Why you were still single baffled him. And, yeah, maybe heâd felt a little jealous when someone from a bar would ask you to dance with them. But that didnât mean he was catching feelings, did it?
Except, the longer time went on, the more he could feel them becoming more noticeable. He kept catching himself looking at you throughout the day, His heart and stomach kept doing a weird âhop, skip and jumpâ thing every time he saw you. Except, it had started to be whenever he even thought about you. Whenever he saw you in one of the guyâs t-shirts that wasnât his, he felt a pang in his chest, but when he saw you in hisâŚhe had to leave the room for fear of the extent of his emotions showing up in front of everyone.Â
And just when he thought he was getting better at hiding his feelings, Boone asked him a question.Â
âWhen are you gonna ask her out, dude?â
Tyler, who had been on the roof of his truck since you got back from another tornado chase, stopped what he was doing and looked down at Boone.Â
âWhat?â
Pausing where he was in the book you had given him only a few hours ago to keep him occupied, Boone looked at Tyler. âYouâve been watching her all day.â
Tyler looked back at his work, rather than back at you. You were a short way across the farm, helping haul some bags of feed from the truck and into the barn.Â
âNo, I havenât.â
Boone just laughed. âCome on, man. We all see it. Hell, Iâve seen it since you first met her. Dâyou know you get this funny look on your face when you look at her? Had it then, have it now. Just louder.â
Tyler just shook his head and mumbled; âDonât know what youâre talking about.â
This time, Boone stood up. âYouâre my brother, Tyler. So Iâm gonna tell you straight. Youâre in love with, Y/n. So rather than sitting here, thinking about her. Go over there and do something about it. Or else Me and Lily are gonna have to start watching Parent Trap to take some more notes.â
Tyler looked back at Boone. âMore notes?â
Boone cleared his throat and shook his head, scuffing his feet on the ground. If Tyler or you knew the lengths theyâd gone through to get either one of you this farâŚ
âDude, just ask her out.âÂ
As he went and sat back down, he watched Tyler look back down the field towards you. Except, that was interrupted by Dani and Dexter heading up the road.Â
It was from their announcement that everyone found themselves getting dressed up to head to the local bar for a night of country dancing.Â
However, that caused one problem.Â
Tyler.Â
Smelling just as he did a few weeks ago when you ran into his freshly showered, towel-wrapped body.Â
Filling out his jeans in all the right places.Â
With a crisp white t-shirt.Â
And you caught him from the moment heâd taken his backwards cap off his head, throwing it onto his dash and pulling his cowboy hat out, fixing it onto his head.Â
And the way he was looking at you as you walked down the steps of the house, dressed in your only pair of denim shorts that didnât need washing, a t-shirt youâd borrowed from Kate since the one you planned on wearing still had motor oil on from when you were helping Dani with the camper, and an oversized checked shirt, along with your cowboy boots; it was giving you more ideas than you needed in your head when it came to Tyler.Â
 âReady to go?â
Tyler had to look away from you, letting his gaze land on his feet as he nodded and opened up his passenger door for you. âYep.â
For a moment, you could have sworn he looked nervous. But considering you couldnât bring yourself to look at him any longer than a second and a half in fear heâd see exactly what you were thinking when you looked at him, you couldnât be sure.Â
And when he grabbed your hand half way through the night to bring you onto the dance floor, holding you close to him as you both two-stepped across the old wooden floor, those feelings that had been bubbling inside you for weeks; you could feel them pouring over whatever container you tried to shove them into.Â
The feeling of his hand on your lower back, the feeling of his hand in yours, the feeling you got when he looked at you, and the way his voice sounded, so close to your ear.Â
âCan I ask you something?â
âSure.âÂ
âItâs kinda personal.â
You were confused. âOkay?â
Now he just had to find the last shreds of courage to ask you. âIs somethingâŚhas somethingâŚbetween you and meâŚis thereâŚâ
Each time he said a word, your head rushed around the million different things he was trying to ask you.Â
âJust spit it out, Tyler.â
âDo you like me?â
No. I love you.Â
âHowâd you mean?â You asked.Â
Tyler had a few seconds to think how to phrase his question as he spun you out before pulling you back.Â
âLike, more than usual.â
Now he was starting to confuse himself. âI justâŚam I imagining things here, or is somethingâŚdifferent? Between us, I mean.â
It was your chance to think. Had he been feeling it too? The way the room felt a lot more claustrophobic, in the good way, when it was just you two? Did he feel your touch as strongly in his bones as you did? Did heâŚdid he love you the same way you did for him?
âItâs justâŚI feel like I woke up one morning andâŚI donât know. Youâre the person Iâd talk to about this kinda stuff, soâŚI just thought Iâd ask you about this, too. Is thereâŚIs there something changing between us?â
The song slowed and you were completely against Tyler, standing in his space as he stood in yours. Looking up at him and meeting his green eyes, you told him the truth.Â
âI think it already has.â
From the table in the corner, the others watched you and Tyler slow down and just simply look at each other.Â
âThink he finally told her?â Lily asked, turning to the other hoping they saw what she did.Â
âI think she told him.â Dani said, grabbing a handful of chips.Â
âI think theyâve just told each other.â
Everyone looked at Dexter before turning to look back at you and Tyler on the dancefloor.Â
You watched as Tyler registered everything you said and after an eternity, he looked up and around the room. You didnât know what or who he was looking for, but after another moment, he grabbed your hand.Â
âCome with me.â
You led you towards the back of the bar and out of the doors, the cold air hitting both of you all at once. The sound of the music and people drowned out as the door swung shut behind you both.Â
âTy, where are we-â
Swinging you around, you felt Tyler stop you in your tracks before he looked at you. Really looked at you.Â
âDo you trust me?â
âOf course.â
From day one of meeting Tyler, you knew you could trust him. And you knew you always would.Â
Brushing the hair from your face, he seemed to finally breathe. And you slowly leaned into his touch. âY/nâŚâ
He swallowed nervously before asking the question that had been on his mind since the first time heâd woken up with you in his arms.Â
âCan I kiss you?â
Drawing his eyes from your lips, he looked into yours. You knew if you said no, he would walk away. He wouldnât question you, he wouldnât push.Â
But you wanted him to.Â
âYes.â
âAre you su-â
You cut him off, standing a little higher on your toes, you took his face into your hands and pulled him in to kiss you. His hands held you steady at your hips before snaking around your body and holding you flush against him whilst your own arms did the same around his neck.Â
Parting for a breath, Tylerâs hands were quick to lift you up and you locked your ankles around his hips before your back was up against the cold brick wall.Â
A small moan left your lips which forced Tyler to pull his lips from yours for a moment.Â
âAre you okay?â
âShut up and kiss me, Cowboy.â
Tyler smirked with a small chuckle. âYes, maâam.â
One hand holding you under your ass and another pushing through your hair, Tyler kissed you as if your life depended on it.Â
You died with his kiss, and he brought you back with the next. God, you never wanted it to end.Â
However, it was forced when you both heard the back door to the bar swing open and crash against the wall before a pair of drunk laughs getting closer.Â
Thankfully, it wasnât anyone on the team. Otherwise you and Tyler would have been caught in a very compromising position considering you could feel all of Tyler against your body at that moment.Â
Looking back at you with a half drunk smile, which you were sure you owned the other half to, Tyler kissed you quickly once more. Before giving you another, and another and another as you slowly unhooked your legs from him and he lowered you to the ground.Â
âWe better get back inside.â
You smiled. âI think the others already have an idea on what weâre doing out here.â
âStill. If weâre gonna go any further, Iâd rather make love to you someplace that isnât behind the back of a bar.â
You blushed. âMake love?â
Tucking a stray hair behind your ear, Tyler leaned down and kissed the shell.Â
âWould you prefer for me to fuck you? Because I can do that, too, Sweetheart.â
Tyler watched as your cheeks heated. He didnât have to look at you to know what you were thinking about. Because he was thinking about it, too.Â
âCome on. We better get inside.â
Pressing a final kiss to your lips, Tyler took your hand and led you back into the bar. You were pretty sure after his question, your brain had been completely fried with thoughts of Tyler fucking you.Â
Not helped by the fact that when he walked you back inside, he pulled you to stand in front of him, his hands on your waist. âIâm gonna get a drink, you want one?â
You still couldnât speak so just nodded.Â
Tyler smiled a little and kissed your temple. âYou keep thinking about my question, Sweetheart.â
You felt his hand tap your ass lightly before he walked away and towards the bar and you were left to walk back to where the team had been sitting in the corner. Thankfully, most of them apart from Dexter were up dancing.Â
âYou two finally talk?â
You felt yourself blush. You were glad most of the lights were directed onto the dancefloor or behind the bar. âA little more than that.â
Dexter smiled before taking a sip of his drink and handing you a small sketch.Â
âDexter, youâre the only person I know that brings a pad and pencil to a bar.â
He smiled. âNever know when inspiration will strike. Plus, I think youâll like this one.â
From his pad, he pulled a small piece of card, no bigger than a beer coaster. In the middle stood the outline of two people.Â
You and Tyler.Â
Just moments ago, when you were standing on the dancefloor together.Â
âDexâŚâ
He smiled. âYou keep it. Iâm gonna go to the gents.â
Standing up, Dexter walked away just as Tyler reached the table and handed you your drink before sitting beside you with his arm over your shoulders.Â
âLook at this.â
âIt's us.â
You smiled as you watched Tyler take hold of it and examine it for a moment. You could hear the cogs turning in his head but you werenât sure why. But then he removed his hat and fixed the picture in place on the inner band.Â
He fixed the hat back onto his head. âWell?â
You smiled. âYou look handsome.â
Tyler smiled before leaning in to kiss you, and as he pressed his lips to yours, you both heard the hollering and whistles being blown by the rest of your team on the dancefloor.Â
You felt yourself blush and chuckle, Tyler doing the same except as you hid your head for a moment on his shoulder, he waved his hands at the other to get them to stop.Â
Looking back to you with a rested smile on his face, he leaned down and kissed you once more.Â
âReady to go home?â
You nodded and went to stand.Â
âThe offer still stands, Sweetheart.â
This time, as he remained seated, you turned back and pressed your knee into your chair, leaning over him as he looked up at you.Â
âI want both,â you told him. Then you leaned in closer. âBut if youâre gonna fuck me, you better fuck me like you mean it.â
It was his turn to blush, but you didnât get away with not for long because Tylerâs hand came to your hip holding you steady when you kissed him.Â
âThink you can take me, darlinâ. Might need to get you ready first.â
You felt yourself smirk. âAfter those words and everything that happened outside, Iâm already halfway there.â
Considering another tray of drinks made their way to the table in Dexterâs hands, Tyler told Tyler the others wouldnât be leaving for a good while.
Tyler pressed one last kiss to your lips before he stood and took your hand in his, leading you back through the bar and towards his truck.Â
âWeâll have to see about that.â
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the fans are always right. right?
synopsis - mr reca seemed a bit more downbeat then your used too, maybe some rather interesting reviews would cheer him up
includes - reca
warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight crack, wc - 1.6k
a/n: i uhh had an idea... lost it and tried to salvage what i remembered and this was the result- anyway all the reviews used were given to me by some lovely people ( @tragedy-of-commons, @singularity-sam, @vxnuslogy, @mikashisus, @/milksnake-tea, @/tetrachrxmacy and @theother-victoria) try and guess who's who :))
a huffed sigh escaped you, slouching down in your chair as the clock ticked rhythmically in the background. mr reca was supposed to meet you around fifteen minutes ago. he'd never been late before.
a reasonable explanation would be that he had something more important to tend to. and that would be understandable. but for now you were bored out of mind and leaving wasn't an option as reca could show up at any time - he probably wouldn't be as forgiving if you were to show up after him.
today you two were meant to develop a new script and start on the storyboard for his latest idea. in honesty, you're still not quite sure how you landed this job. you wanted to start getting into directing films of your own but couldn't quite place how to start and so you settled for finding a job as a co-director.
after helping co-direct a few pieces here and there, you got a message from the esteemed mr reca. you had to do a couple (maybe even hundredsâŚ) of checks to make sure you weren't actually dreaming. mr reca didn't exactly strike you as the kind of person to need or even want a co-director.
and yet here you were. apparently he enjoyed the sense of style you breathed into the films you helped direct and thought it would pair nicely with a couple of his. even to this day you find it hard to believe that you still had this job.
but you put your all into it. a lot of trust and expectation was placed upon you and you would be sure to not let him down. even if that meant waiting for him to show up for your appointed meetings.
twenty minutes.
you looked around the room for anything to pass the time, all you could think of was your phone laid idly on the desk. then an idea crossed your mind. reca had recently released a film. perhaps you could read some reviews to pass the time.
you never really expected yourself to be mentioned in any of them. yes you got credits and the recognition for being reca's personally selected co-director but most people still only talked about him in their reviews, which wasn't exactly a problem.
it didn't take long to find a rather reputable review page and so you began scrolling.
you should've expected the first one being a five star review
@bebe_fanpage101 : âď¸âď¸âď¸âď¸âď¸
- "This film has changed my life. My whole outlook on everything that exists in this world, in fact even in the entire universe. I can never look at anything I know the same way ever again. This film represents emotions most humans could never comprehend. But I can. Thanks to this film I have been awakened to many things previously thought unimaginable. Thank you."
a rather extreme opinion in your eyes, reca did have some âover-the-topâ fans. your became intrigued after stumbling across a one star review soon after
@frankenweeniehater4life : â
- "what ?"
[review has been deleted]
maybe it wasn't an actual review, but you stifle a laugh at the next review being from the same person
â
- "wrong movie how do i delete a review" (Edited)
perhaps this could definitely entertain you until reca arrived. you idly scrolled through the reviews, only stopping when some peaked your interest or made you smile
@seas_ablaze : âââ
- "A film that does a lot of monkey business and goes bananas with it."
or alternatively,
@frankenweeniehater4life : âď¸âď¸âď¸âď¸âď¸
- "i've seen about a million movies and dear god this has to be one of the worst. an absolute slog to get through. the pacing was awful, everything took years to happen. the soundtrack was grating. the actors either put no effort in or way too much- either put them back on the street or send them back to the musical theater. the cinematography was dull at best and straight up nauseating at worst- i had to pause multiple times so i didn't get physically ill. and don't get me STARTED on the stilted script and dull characterization. and the dog isn't even a weenie."
you reckon they might have gotten the wrong film again⌠but it definitely explained the username-
and at that moment reca finally showed up, he pushed open the doors grumbling something - obviously whatever kept him busy wasn't pleasant. he had walked in with a huff and his expression didn't exactly read that of happiness.
you brushed it off and greeted him like you usually would, something that was greeted with another grumble which you could only guess was a hello of sorts towards you.
watching, you noted how he slumped into the chair on the other side of the desk and it became clear that he wasn't in the mood to get any work done. the silence was starting to get uncomfortable and so you slid your phone over to him, reviews still open.
reca perked one eyebrow up and questioned you âwhat's this about? we have duties to complete not waste timeâ
you hummed in response before sliding your phone closer until he picked it up âit's reviews from your latest film, it's not like we'll be getting things done soon and maybe they could help guide our planningâ a small pause âthey're quite entertainingâ
he scrolled for a bit before stopping on one and reading it out loud
@/blink!vxnus! : ââââ
- "film was great and very informative. it made the story far more interesting compared to other documentaries tackling the same story. - 1 because mr reca wasn't in the actual film"
âit's not very helpful, just complimentsâ he sighed âand wishful fans being normalâ
you smiled in response before reaching over as he turned the phone to you and scrolling back up again âthis one's a personal favorite, especially the commentsâ
@/bebe_fanpage101 : ââď¸âď¸âď¸âď¸
- "came for the reca shirtless scene, stayed for the storytelling. no regrets stan robin"
- @/ultimate_recakisser : "I mean Iâd be the same as well I MEAN WHAT WHO SAID THAT Speakingofshirtlessrecaifoujdthisonefanartdoesanyonewantmetosendit?"
- @/bebe_fanpage101 : "me. dms. shhh."
- @/iwishsundaywasmywife : "id judge u both. but. im the same way abt bird man so i cant"
reca stared at the review, then the comments, before his face began morphing into something akin to the middle point of shock and disgust.
he sighed âthere wasn't even a shirtless scene, these people are⌠enthusiastic, to be niceâ
you hummed in response before suggesting that the lower rated reviews may help more and scrolled until you found some.
@/iwishsundaywasmywife : â
- "Great movie. Plot flows well, characters are charismatic and overall a wonderful viewing experience. Just hate the director."
@/abardslyre : â
- "my gf broke up with me for the director. mr reca count ur ******* days."
you had to hold back laughter at the sight of his face distorting into confusion and a slight grimace making the corner of his lips scowl
@/seas_ablaze : â
- "This is awful, pretentious garbage. In all objective fact, he's an auteur wannabe who makes idiotic movies for the normie audiences who are too stupid to think for themselves. I didn't even watch more than five minutes of it, I just know it's bad from his name attached to it. I never made a movie before or have ever taken a film class, but even I could do better than this disgrace of an art form that only a few can ever hope to master. Hell, I would personally kill all subpar directors myself if I could, I'm just that smart. As Lord Scorsese says: Cinema is dead!"
mr reca sighed, deeply, âi can't decide if this helped or not, but im leaning no at the minuteâ
you definitely could say you enjoyed scrolling through the reviews more, but it wasn't hard to notice how his demeanor changed. how he wasn't so grumpy and you could've sworn that at one point you'd seen a smile on his face. your idea worked.
eventually you two managed to start discussing ideas - which was more him talking your ear off with his ideas and you listening and writing down anything he told you to. and then he paused.
before you even had the chance to question if anything was the matter, reca surprised you âmaybe those reviews could help for the next filmâ
âwhat do you mean?â you couldn't believe what you were hearing, your spur of the moment idea to show him reviews to hopefully boost his mood so you could both actually talk about his next film properly worked. it actually gave him ideas.
reca prattled on about how some of the reviews gave him the idea for how to expand his latest idea that had hit a wall and now he could continue to elaborate the idea. it was sort of satisfying to see how passionate he had become despite his earlier attitude.
he then abruptly stopped before trailing off âmaybe i should listen to some of those reviews and change genresâ
you thought that was a rather drastic suggestion, arguing that his current genres worked perfectly fine and it was his speciality, his signature if you would. but then he started mumbling again
âmaybe if we went that route⌠then you couldâŚâ he was trailing off, you could barely piece together his coherent sentence but you could pick up on âbased on usâ
âwhat? could you repeat that again mr reca?â
âwhat?â
mr reca was never easy to work with.
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We're Not Okay - 1 | Bucky
Character: Bucky x veterinarian!Female Reader
Summary: Two people, each carrying their own trauma, find themselves in a place where they can begin to heal their wounds and mend their hearts together.
Words Count: 3,400
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âThis is the first time Iâve heard a fox's voice,â said your father, Toni, as he shivered, pulling his jacket suit tighter around himself. The cold air bit at both of you as snow threatened to fall. Toni, at 50 years old, stood taller than you, his grey hair contrasting against the bleak sky.
He kept close behind as you worked at the conservation center, his eyes darting downward to ensure his pristine Italian leather shoes avoided mud or puddles. Unlike him, you wore a rugged outdoor outfit, complete with sturdy boots, befitting your role as a veterinarian and co-owner of the conservationâa job youâd been committed to since leaving home at seventeen.
âYou could have waited in the visitorâs room,â you said, glancing over your shoulder while examining the fox.
âI canât,â he replied, his voice tinged with anxiousness.
You let out a long sigh, turning your attention back to the foxâa sleek creature with bright orange fur streaked with hints of white, its ears flicking nervously as you checked for injuries. Its amber eyes watched you warily, a mix of fear and exhaustion evident.
Once your work was done, you exited the cage with Toni following closely. Both of you headed toward the main house, the crunch of gravel underfoot breaking the tense silence.
Toniâs eyes caught something unusual. âWow. Whatâs that?â He pointed toward a cage set apart from the rest.
âWaitâŚ! Donât go nearââ you shouted, but it was too late. Toni had already stepped closer.
âAHH!â He fell to the ground, his face pale and eyes wide. He trembled as he stared at the creature inside.
The white wolf looked directly at him, its majestic fur glistening like freshly fallen snow. Though intimidating with its piercing blue eyes and muscular build, it limped, favoring one injured leg.
You rushed over and dragged your father away from the cage. âI canât even get close to him,â you muttered, exasperated.
Toni stood, brushing the dirt from his customized jacket, his face a mixture of frustration and fear. âIâve been spat on, peed on, and now nearly eaten by the animals here.â
âWhy are you even here if you hate it so much?â You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. âJust like my two older brothers. They come here, disrupt my work, and complain.â
âEw⌠this place stinks. How do you stand it?â your first brother had sneered on his last visit.
âThis owl is interesting. Do you sell them? I know plenty of people whoâd pay,â the second one had added.
âGET OUT!â youâd yelled, seething with fury.
All the men in your family despised the outdoors. City people, through and through, they were consumed with managing their nightclub empireâa world you had rejected wholeheartedly. That life, everything they represented, was what drove you away to this sanctuary of yours.
Toni shifted nervously, glancing at you with rare vulnerability. It was an odd sightâthe formidable nightclub owner and fierce businessman, now reduced to unease in your presence.
âHereâs the thing. I need⌠No.â He shook his head and corrected himself, âWe need your help.â
âMe?â You arched an eyebrow. âHow?â The question dripped with skepticism. You, a conservationist and veterinarian, had severed ties with their business long ago.
âBecause of COVID-19, many businesses have been hit hard, including ours,â Toni said, his shoulders sagging.
You crossed your arms tighter, a flicker of resentment surfacing. After youâd left home, youâd turned a blind eye to everything related to their business. âWell, good. I hope that place burns to the ground.â
Toniâs face fell. âI know you hate it, but itâs my livelihood.â He sighed deeply. âBusiness is bad. Thereâs a chance itâll go bankrupt.â
âThen sell it,â you said with a dismissive wave. âMost men your age are enjoying retirement.â
âBah! No. Iâm still in my prime!â He straightened his back defensively.
âGet to the point. What do you want?â you demanded.
âThereâs someone willing to invest. But⌠thereâs a catch,â Toni admitted, his eyes pleading. âDo you know Barnes?â
âHmm⌠Yeah. The family that donates a lot to wildlife causes, including this place.â
âThatâs right.â Toni nodded eagerly.
âSo Barnes wants to invest in your nightclub?â You were incredulous. âWhy?â
âThatâs how Barnes gets richerâdiversifying. And theyâve chosen our business. But thereâs a condition.â Toniâs expression grew grave.
A pit formed in your stomach. Whatever it was, you knew it couldnât be good.
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âThe Barneses want to send their oldest grandchild here,â said Toni, his voice low as if dreading your reaction.
You pinched the bridge of your nose, exhaling slowly. âThis isnât a daycare or rehab facility for humans.â
âI know, I know.â He raised his hands defensively. âThatâs what Iâve been telling them. But they wonât budge. If I donât bring their grandchild here, they wonât invest in the nightclub.â
âRidiculous!â you snapped, your eyes narrowing. âWhy drag me into this? The animals here are victims, and this place is their sanctuary, not some personal favor zone.â
âI knew youâd hate it,â Toni said, shifting uncomfortably. âBut I thought you might change your mind after hearing me out.â
You crossed your arms, skeptically raising an eyebrow. âOh, Iâm all ears. What kind of offer could possibly make me reconsider?â
âThis⌠isnât easy for me,â he admitted, swallowing hard. âBut Iâll give you what youâve wanted for a long time. Iâll remove you from the family registry.â
Your eyes widened in genuine surprise. âWow. You must really need this investment.â
Toni nodded, his shoulders slumping, revealing the weight of his desperation. âBut you donâtâŚâ His voice faltered, as if hoping youâd ask for anything else instead of severing family ties completely.
âFine.â The single word was delivered coolly as you turned on your heel, walking away without looking back. Toniâs face fell, his hope visibly deflated.
âDo you really hate me that much?â he called out, his voice cracking slightly. âThat you want nothing to do with us?â
You stopped mid-step, your back still to him. âI do.â The words were blunt and final, hitting him like a physical blow.
A silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the faint rustling of the wind. âBecause of you, Iâm reminded of that incident,â you said quietly, more to yourself than him, before walking away, leaving him standing there, hurt and alone.
That night, sleep eluded you. Memories from your childhood swirled in your mind, refusing to let you rest. Growing up as the child of a nightclub owner was no fairytale. Your home was a chaotic tangle of bright lights and dark secrets. Youâd seen things a child shouldnâtâdangerous deals, late-night arguments, drunken patronsâand it left scars.
The confusion was only magnified by two stepmothers and two stepbrothers. Making a family tree in school was always a nightmare. That business stole away what innocence you had left. That was why you fled, finding solace in the simplicity and quiet resilience of animals.
"Owooooooo," A wolfâs howl pierced the still night air, low and haunting.
The sound sent a chill down your spine but also pulled you from your thoughts. Grabbing your jacket, you decided to check on the white wolf.
The wolfâs enclosure was isolated from the others. Previously placed near the fox, it had made every nearby animal skittish and restless, so it was moved here. The wolf stood under the pale moonlight, its white fur glistening like freshly fallen snow, every movement tinged with raw strength despite the noticeable limp in its gait. It tilted its head back and howled again, a mournful, soul-stirring sound.
You stepped closer to the cage, your breath fogging in the cold air. The white wolfâs piercing blue eyes locked onto you, unblinking. When it first arrived, it had been painfully thin, its ribs visible under its fur, and its injured leg had been in dire condition. Despite its weakened state, it had always reacted with hostilityâgrowling, baring its sharp teeth whenever you approached.
You stopped just outside the cageâs boundary. âCanât sleep?â you asked softly. âMe neither.â
The wolf let out another long, mournful howl, as if acknowledging your words. Its gaze was intense, wary, but something flickered in its eyesâpain, maybe even recognition.
âYouâve been hurt a lot,â you murmured, your voice low and steady. The wolfâs ears twitched, a small but telling sign that it was listening, though its muscles remained taut, ready to spring at the first hint of danger. You leaned against the cold metal bars, feeling the chill seep through your jacket. The wolfâs intense gaze never wavered, its blue eyes seeming to pierce right through you, mirroring a pain you recognized all too well. This raw, unfiltered connection made the air feel heavier, the silence more profound.
This was why you worked here. It wasnât just about caring for wounded animals; it was about caring for yourself. The conservation was a sanctuary, not only for those with fur and feathers but for a heart battered by memories of your past.
Every injured creature, every frightened animal you helped heal, was a step toward mending yourself. Youâd left a life that was full of noise, chaos, and hollow family ties that never really felt like home. Here, there was simplicity in purpose and purity in your connection with these beingsâno lies, no hidden motives, only survival, trust, and the instinctual drive to heal.
When you saw the wolf growl and lash out in fear or defiance, you understood. Its isolation mirrored your own self-imposed solitude. You, too, had learned to push others away to protect yourself. In mending its wounds, in helping it trust again, you hoped to do the same for yourself. Piece by piece. Scar by scar.
You sighed, your breath visible in the cold air. âItâs going to be okay,â you whispered, more to yourself than the wolf. It didnât respond, of course, but its ears twitched again. You let yourself believe that, maybe, it understood on some level. Maybe, just like you, it wanted to believe that healing was possibleâeven after so much pain.
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The inside of the luxurious jeep exuded opulenceâsoft leather seats, dark wood paneling, and the faint scent of expensive cologne mingling with polished leather. In the spacious backseat sat two men.
One of them, Jimmy Barnes, carried himself with a commanding presence. His gray hair was impeccably styled, and lines of experience etched his face, giving him the aura of a leader used to control. Everything about him, from the sharp cut of his suit to his steely gaze, spoke of power and purpose.
Beside him, his eldest son, James Buchanan Barnesâknown as Buckyâstared blankly out the window. The passing landscape rolled by, ignored and unremarked upon, as the silence between father and son stretched uncomfortably. The trip had already dragged on for four hours, and not a single word had passed between them.
Jimmy shifted in his seat, crossing one leg over the other. He glanced at Bucky, his eyes softening momentarily before hardening again as he struggled to maintain composure. He drew a breath and spoke, his voice firm but tinged with an edge of weariness.
âBucky.â
There was no response. Buckyâs gaze remained fixed on the blur of trees outside, as if he hadnât heard anything at all.
Jimmy clenched his jaw, his hand tightening around the cane resting against his knee. He let out a deep sigh, exhaling the frustration heâd been holding. âBucky,â he repeated, more gently this time. Still nothing. Jimmy's shoulders sagged slightly, a rare crack in his usually impenetrable facade.
Bucky, his firstborn from his marriage to his late first wife, hadnât spoken a word in years. As a child, something had happenedâsomething that had stolen his voice and left scars too deep for therapists and experts to reach.
Every attempt to coax him out of his silence had met with failure. Over time, Bucky had also developed acute anxiety around people, making even the simplest social interactions a nightmare. Recently, though, theyâd discovered a sliver of hope: Bucky seemed calmer, even a little more at ease, around animals.
Jimmyâs thoughts drifted back to his meeting with Toni. What had started as a business discussion quickly shifted when Toni mentioned his daughterâa veterinarian with her own conservation center. The idea had taken root then and there.
This might be what Bucky needed. It was a desperate measure, but Jimmy would go to any length to see his son improveâfor Buckyâs sake, and for the sake of their family legacy.
Jimmy shifted again, leaning closer to Bucky, his voice quieter now, almost pleading. âWeâre going somewhere different today,â he said, trying to inject warmth into his tone. âYouâll like it. Animals, open air⌠itâs good.â
Bucky didnât move, but a slight tension in his shoulders betrayed that heâd heard. The silence lingered heavily between them, but Jimmy took it as a small victory. He leaned back, looking out his own window, his expression hardening once more. He needed this to work. Bucky had to get betterâfor himself, for the company, and for the legacy he would one day inherit.
The jeep rolled on, carrying them both toward an uncertain future.
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When Jimmy and Bucky arrived, the scene was more than just a simple visit; it was practically an event. The luxurious jeep pulled up, its polished exterior gleaming even in the muted light. Two men stepped out, flanked by a small team of guards who maintained a cautious but respectful distance. You observed the scene with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Guards? It felt excessive.
Toni walked over with a strained smile, clearly trying to mask his nerves. He gestured toward the older man with an air of forced calm. âThis is Jimmy Barnes,â Toni said, his voice firm but tinged with unease. âJimmy, this is my daughter.â
You extended a hand politely, meeting Jimmyâs piercing gaze. His handshake was strong, controlledâa man used to holding power. âPleasure to meet you,â you said, maintaining eye contact.
Jimmy nodded once, his expression unreadable. âThank you for having us,â he replied. âIâve heard good things.â
âOf course,â you said, feeling the weight of his words. There was a formality in his tone, but a glimmer of desperation lingered beneath. You turned your attention to the younger man beside him. âAnd you must be Bucky.â You spoke gently, but Bucky didnât respond. He barely seemed to register your presence, his gaze fixed on the ground or wandering elsewhere.
Jimmyâs jaw clenched ever so slightly. He shifted his weight, a sign of his frustration, though he kept his voice even. âBucky,â he said again, a touch softer this time. There was no answer. Only the quiet rustling of leaves in the wind.
You looked at Jimmy, feeling the tension simmering beneath the surface. âHe can take his time,â you offered quietly, hoping to ease the pressure. âThereâs no rush here.â
Jimmyâs shoulders relaxed just a fraction. âThank you,â he said, his tone softer now. âItâs⌠difficult. You understand.â
âI do,â you nodded, choosing your words carefully. âWe all need space to find our way. Animals teach me that every day.â
Bucky, seemingly oblivious to the exchange, took a few hesitant steps toward the enclosures. You and Jimmy watched as he moved, his posture guarded but curious.
âHeâs calmer around animals,â Jimmy said, almost to himself. There was a mix of hope and despair in his voice. âPeople make it⌠harder.â
You nodded, choosing to focus on Bucky. âIâve seen it happen before,â you said quietly. âSometimes, animals understand what we canât.â
Jimmy studied you for a moment, as if weighing your words. âI hope youâre right,â he said finally, a hint of vulnerability breaking through his otherwise controlled exterior. âThis has to work.â
âItâs a journey,â you replied, keeping your voice steady. âThere are no guarantees. But weâll do our best.â
As Bucky moved closer to the enclosures, something strange happenedâthe animals turned their attention to him. Every single one of them stopped what they were doing and sat down, as if sensing something unseen. You blinked in surprise, feeling a chill run down your spine. This wasnât normal behavior.
The white wolf, isolated from the rest due to its intimidating presence, suddenly stood. Its pristine fur gleamed in the sunlight as it limped toward Bucky. You held your breath, instinctively stepping forward in case something went wrong. But Bucky extended a hand, slow and gentle. The wolf hesitated for a brief moment before closing the distance, nudging Buckyâs hand with its nose. Your eyes widened. This was the first time the white wolf had willingly approached anyone. Even youâwho spent countless hours caring for itâhad never been received this way. It always kept its distance, aloof and wary.
Jimmy watched the scene unfold, his eyes brightening with a mix of hope and disbelief. He turned to you, his voice low but firm. âI have a feeling this place can help him.â There was a pause, heavy with meaning. âIf it does, Iâll donate a substantial sum to support your work here.â
âThank⌠thank you,â you managed, trying to keep the surprise out of your voice. You inclined your head, feeling the weight of his words settle on your shoulders.
Jimmy nodded and began to walk back to the car, the guards moving in step with him. Toni lingered for a moment. He stepped closer, his expression softened as he took your hand. âPlease,â he whispered, his grip warm but trembling slightly. âHelp me this time.â
You bit your lip, uncertainty swirling within you. âIâm still not sure about this.â
Toniâs eyes met yours, a mixture of hope and desperation. âYou can do this. Youâve always managed to handle things on your own.â He gave you a thumbs up, a strained but genuine smile on his lips, before turning to follow Jimmy.
You watched him go, your heart tightening. âNo, Iâm not,â you whispered to yourself, your shoulders sagging as the weight of the situation pressed down. Outwardly, you might appear strong and unshakable, but inside, the scars of the past left you vulnerable and weary. Every act of strength was a battle, every decision a reminder of what you had to protect.
When the car disappeared from view, you turned your attention back to Bucky.
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You and Bucky stood in awkward silence after the initial introductions. The air was heavy, almost stifling, as you struggled to find the right words. Buckyâs gaze remained fixed on a point somewhere past your shoulder, his expression distant and unreadable. Finally, you sighed softly, deciding to break the silence.
âCome on,â you said gently, gesturing for him to follow. âLet me show you your room.â
Bucky fell into step behind you, his movements quiet but tense. As you walked, you explained, âWe keep things pretty simple around here. Meals are communal. Everyoneâworkers, volunteersâwe all eat together.â You paused, glancing over your shoulder. âYou donât have to join if youâre not ready. No pressure.â
Buckyâs only response was a brief nod. It was mechanical, almost detached, but at least it was acknowledgment. You offered a small smile, even though he wasnât looking at you. âThereâs food available whenever you want it,â you continued softly. âAnd if you need anything, just let me know.â
He said nothing, his eyes wandering to the walls as if searching for an escape. You let out a quiet breath, your heart heavy. You knew this kind of painâit mirrored the animals you cared for here. The ones who recoiled from touch, who couldnât trust, who flinched at the slightest movement. Healing took time. It required patience, and you were prepared to give him both. You just hoped heâd let you.
When night fell, the dining room filled with the usual chatter of workers and volunteers unwinding from the day. You scanned the room but didnât see Bucky. It wasnât surprisingâsocializing with strangers was probably overwhelming for him. Silently, you prepared a tray of food and carried it to his room, setting it carefully in front of the door. You didnât knock. You didnât want to intrude. Instead, you walked away quietly, hoping he would eat when he was ready.
As you settled into your own bed later that night, a strange unease crept over you. The quiet felt oppressiveâtoo quiet. Usually, the white wolfâs mournful howls punctuated the stillness, a sound youâd grown oddly comforted by. Tonight, there was nothing. It gnawed at you, pulling you from bed and urging you out into the night.
Your steps quickened as you made your way toward the white wolfâs enclosure. The moon cast pale light over the grounds, and there, standing face to face with the wolf, was Bucky.
Neither of them moved. They simply stared at each other, as if sharing an unspoken language that only they could understand. The wolfâs icy-blue eyes were locked onto Bucky, unblinking, while Buckyâs expression was raw, a mixture of pain and something else you couldnât quite nameârecognition, perhaps.
You swallowed hard, your breath catching in your throat. âHiâŚâ you said softly, taking slow, cautious steps forward. You didnât want to startle either of them.
Bucky flinched at the sound of your voice, his head snapping toward you. His eyes widened in surprise, and for a split second, you saw fear flash across his face. He turned and bolted, his footsteps muffled by the grass. As he disappeared into the shadows, the white wolf turned its attention to you. It let out a low, warning growl, its body tense and protective.
'What was that?' You froze, raising your hands slowly in a gesture of peace. âItâs okay,â you murmured, though your pulse raced. The wolfâs eyes never left you, its growl deepening. You felt like an intruderâlike youâd interrupted something sacred.
What had just happened? Why did it feel like you were the outsider, the third party in whatever silent connection Bucky and the wolf shared?
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Why is it so hard?
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pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader summary: Spencer has cooked a meal for both of you, but you find yourself unable to take a bite. words: 1,2k warnings: food struggles/eating disorder, please read with care and prioritize your well-being, no y/n a/n: This was a request! I want to mention that I have my own struggles with food, which may have shaped how I wrote this story. Everyoneâs experiences are unique, and we all face different challenges and thought processes. I hope this resonates with you somehow, though I understand if itâs not exactly what you were looking for. Thank you for reading, and Iâm sending all my love to anyone who may relate to this story in their own way.
Spencer had been so excited to cook for you. After weeks of long days at the BAU and many crazy cases, he finally had a few days off, and when he suggested making a homemade meal for the two of you, you agreed.Â
Part of you was excited, hoping this time would feel different. Youâd convinced yourself that tonight, itâd be fine.
But now, sitting at his small dining table with the warm light casting a cozy glow over the food heâd prepared, all that optimism is slipping away.Â
Your stomach twists as you stare at the plate in front of you, perfectly arranged with a meal Spencer had put so much effort and love into.Â
You know itâs probably delicious, and you wish more than anything that you could just eat it without hesitation, without feeling this gnawing discomfort.
You wish you could just smile and thank him, telling him how incredible it all smells, how delicious it looks.
In your mind, you imagine taking that first bite under his soft, expectant gaze, watching his eyes light up with quiet pride.Â
Youâd close your eyes, savoring each flavor as it fills your mouth, and when you open them again, youâd see his delighted smile.Â
Youâd tell him how amazing of a cook he is and how perfect tonight feels.
But instead, the words are trapped somewhere deep inside, just out of reach, and the meal sits untouched on your plate. And you couldnât even lie or pretend if you wanted to.Â
Spencer watches you quietly, his own plate barely touched as he picks up on your tension.Â
You keep your eyes on your food, not wanting to meet his, a lump forming in your throat as shame starts to bubble up.Â
He went through all this effort, made everything look so perfect, and here you are, unable to take a single bite.Â
You canât help but feel, again, that there must be something wrong with youâsomething that keeps you from just⌠eating like everyone else.
A soft sigh escapes you as you push the food around on your plate, trying to hide your reluctance.Â
But you know he can see it.Â
You hate the thought of disappointing him, of wasting the meal he prepared just for you.
So you clear your throat, plastering on a smile as you search for somethingâanythingâto fill the silence and keep his attention off the plate in front of you.
âSo⌠you wouldnât believe what happened on the metro today,â you say, leaning forward a bit, hoping to keep his focus on you instead of the meal. âThis guyâhe looked like he was in a huge rushâwas running down the platform, trying to make it before the doors closed. And just as he got to the edge, his phone flew out of his hand. You shouldâve seen it, Spence, it went spinning through the air in slow motion.â
Spencerâs brow lifts, his eyes sparking with curiosity as he chuckles. âDid he get his phone back?â
âI actually donât know. But hereâs the crazy part. He didnât even notice! He was so focused on making it inside that he left his phone lying there on the platform. And people were shouting after him, trying to get his attention as the train pulled away. It was chaos.â
Spencerâs grin widens, completely drawn into your story. âAnd then?â
âThen this lady picks up his phone and just shakes her head, like sheâs seen this happen a hundred times before. She walks over to the nearest bench, sits down, and just waits for the next train like nothing happened.â
Spencer lets out a laugh, shaking his head. âThatâs intense,â he says.
You keep adding more details, letting the conversation flow from one story to the next, watching Spencer laugh, his smile widening as he listens.Â
With each laugh, the tension in your chest eases a little more, and for a few moments, you almost forget about the untouched plate in front of you.Â
Almost.
But then, as your story winds down, thereâs a brief pause. You feel his gaze shift, and when you look up, heâs watching you carefully, a softness in his eyes that makes your heart clench.
âYou donât have to eat it if you donât want to,â he says, his words tender, free of any judgment. âI didnât make this to make you uncomfortable. I donât want you to feel pressured. I just wanted to do something nice for you.â
You feel your face warm as his words sink in,
You glance down at the plate, then back up at him, trying to find the right words. âIâm sorry,â you mumble, your voice barely a whisper. âI know itâs silly. Itâs just⌠sometimes itâs hard.â
âI know itâs not easy for you. I noticed.âÂ
Of course he did
âAnd I donât want you to feel bad about it, okay?â
âItâs not that I donât appreciate it. I know itâs probably really good, and you went through all this effortâŚâ
âHey,â he interrupts, his hand reaching across the table to rest near yours, close enough that his fingers could brush yours if you needed it. âThereâs no need to apologize. Itâs okay. Iâm not mad or upset okay? We donât have to make a big deal out of it. I mean it.â
You exhale, feeling some of the weight ease from your shoulders, even if only slightly. You meet his eyes, seeing nothing but kindness and understanding.
âThank you,â you murmur. âItâs just⌠hard sometimes,â you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper. âItâs like, no matter how much I want to, I canât make it any easier on myself. I hate it all. I wish I could just eat and enjoy it like everybody else. Why is it so hard?â
Spencer listens closely, his gaze softening as he considers your words. âItâs okay,â he says quietly, his voice gentle.Â
âYou know, thereâs a lot of research on why some people find eating more difficult or even distressing. For some, itâs sensoryâtaste, texture, even certain smells can be overwhelming. For others, it might be about control, or even just... the way their brain is wired.â
He pauses, glancing down at the table thoughtfully before continuing. âActually, itâs pretty fascinating. The way our brains process food and flavor isnât just about hunger or taste. Itâs tied to so many different thingsâsensory receptors, past experiences, even emotional responses. So, youâre not alone, and itâs not your fault. Itâs just⌠complicated.â
You watch him as he speaks, his eyes shining with that familiar intensity he gets when heâs deep in his rambling.
He smiles, his voice growing softer. âI know itâs frustrating, and I canât pretend to understand exactly how it feels for you. But.. Iâm here, whenever you want to talk about itâor even when you donât.âÂ
He offers a small smile and notices the glint of tears in your eyes, his hand covering yours to squeeze it lightly.
âHey,â he says softly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. âHow about we just⌠watch a movie?â
You nod, a grateful smile spreading across your face. âIâd like that. Iâm sorry.â
âItâs okay. Everythingâs okay.â
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maybe it's not our fault - chapter 01
ââ synopsis: after a nasty breakup thatâs left you completely shattered, youâre set on giving up on love forever. That is until, in a surprising turn of events, your respective best friends start dating and one of their main goals is to restore the peace in your broken relationship. Will their plan succeed? Will they manage to play cupid and get you and your high school sweetheart back together, or will it all backfire and result in the end of their own love story?
There is only one way to find out. If only your belovedâs heart wasnât already broken beyond repairâŚ
â°â⸠â pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader
â°â⸠â content: exes to lovers, angst, mutual pining, fluff, suggestive themes, drama and heartbreak, jock!hyunjin who is captain of the uni's football team + dance major!hyunjin, college au, lack of communication.
â°â⸠â word count: 10k
a/n: it's here!! special thank you to my croissant baby laure @byunfirstlady (this wouldn't be a me story if i didn't mention her somehow fgfdgh) for reading this for me before posting!! since this is the first chapter, things might feel a little slow, but dw, it will all pick up soon! enjoy <33 and do let me know your thoughts after reading <3
âThat is not going to fit!â
He scoffs, already annoyed. âYes, it is! Just move over a little.â
âA little? Iâm already stretched the fuck out! What more do you want from me?â
âSeohyun, I swear to fucking God â â
She yelps, most likely cramping. âJust pull it out, you dumbass â â
âWhat the hell is going on in here?â
You and Chan stop dead in your tracks, confused at the scene currently playing out in front of your very eyes. You were gone downstairs for less than ten minutes to get the rest of your stuff, with you and Chan carrying a box each that held the essentials to ensure this move went smoothly. And in that time frame, your two other best friends have already managed to be at each otherâs throats.
The front door of your apartment was wide open, with dumb and dumber currently looking like two deers caught in headlights on opposite sides, separated by an old armchair whose springs had become a death trap over the years. Last year, when you held parties here, someone was always left standing â it was either the cursed chair or the floor, with most guests picking the latter once they were drunk enough.
âUh, hi?â Jisung greets, forcing a smile onto boyish features that havenât changed much since you met almost seven years ago, in high school.
Bewiled, you set the box down by Chanâs feet and approach. âAre you guys, okay? What happened?â
Whistling, Jisung tries to pretend he has everything under control. He doesnât, he never does, thatâs just the type of guy he was. âDuh, weâre fantastic! Everything is under control, donât even â â
Called it.
âFor the love of god, just shut up and let them help us already!â Seohyun barks from the other side, prompting you to peek in to see her straighten her posture, rubbing her wrists in obvious discomfort. With a sigh and a glare from Jisung who steps back to allow Chan to take his place, she explains. âWe were trying to get this chair out to make room for the new one.â
Chuckling, Chan inspects the door frame while you pass Seohyun one of the boxes right over the ugly, red chair thatâs seen better days. âAnd it got stuck?â
âYes, because Jisung didnât want to listen â â
âOr maybe because you started pushing when I wasnât ready, like an idiot.â He counters instantly, never one to back out from a fight instigated by Seohyun. Not to be fooled, these two were as close as can be, the bickering reflective of their special bond.
You and Chan share a look as they start again, amusement clear in gentle, doe eyes that have comforted you numerous times over the years. Meeting back in the summer before high school, you and Chan have been attached at the hip ever since, clicking as pre-teens and growing up together, maturing down the same path thatâs led you to the same university, and even the same major you also shared with Jisung. Music production has always been a passion of yours, so getting to fulfil that dream with your absolute best friend by your side was a blessing you couldnât be more thankful for.
âAlright.â Chan stops their bickering, one hand landing on Jisungâs shoulder to get his attention. âStand on it.â
âPardon?â Jisung blinks at him, as confused as you and Seohyun were, not sure he heard Chan right.
Smiling, Chan squeezes his shoulder. âSo, you can step on the backrest and make it fall over. It will be easier to move afterwards.â
âYou think so?â He asks, biting down on his bottom lip, not confident in the slightest.
Your best friend nods, giving his bottom an encouraging pat. âPositively. Now go on, I donât want to spend my whole day in this hallway.â
Seohyun scrambles back, unwilling to get caught in between Jisung and the chair, giving him enough room to do what he must to free her exit.
Watching the whole scene unfold has you smiling from ear to ear, struggling to keep your laughter at bay once Jisung realizes the task isnât as dangerous as he expected. Itâs anticlimactic, more than anything, as he gets on top of the chair to step on the backrest, going down slowly without even losing his balance.
He blinks, barely realizing itâs over before making eye contact with Seohyun who bursts out laughing like sheâs been holding it in since the beginning. The three of you join in quickly after, your delight bouncing off the hallway walls and lifting the spirits tremendously.
After all, nobody in existence was ever excited for summer to end and classes to start again, with a new, even more demanding schedule than last year. You were in your third year now and things were bound to get difficult the closer you got to graduating.
This silly moment was exactly what you needed to start the new year right, sure it would become a core memory later down the line when youâd all be working adults, with even more responsibilities and nonexistent free time. The sight of Chan dragging the armchair out, without any difficulty whatsoever as Jisung and Seohyunâs jaws hit the floor, incredulous he didnât struggle like they did, was sure to bring a smile to your face for years to come.
When your only access to the apartment was finally free, the four of you gathered inside with the remaining boxes.
âYou werenât kidding, you do have all of your stuff here.â Seohyun hums, scanning her surroundings, and her new home. The apartment was yours. You moved in just last year and youâve lived by yourself until now, when you welcomed her with open arms and a little too much excitement.
âYeah.â You nod, already moving around to put the scattered things back in their rightful places. âSorry about the mess. I didnât bother cleaning up before leaving.â
The living room was fine â your bedroom was the one that suffered the most, already dreading the thought of having to dig through all the mess to find most of your things.
The apartment was a gift from your parents, after successfully finishing your first year of university living in a dorm. Sure, having your own space was great, but youâd never trade that first year for anything in the world. Thatâs where you meet Seohyun after all, growing closer and closer with every sleepless night you spent together giggling and talking about everything under the sun, not feeling the hours tick by until one of your alarms would ring, signalling the start of a new day.
It was big, too spacious for only one person to live in, with two bedrooms and a bathroom straight out of an interior design magazine. Even though Seohyun didnât move in until now, you were never truly alone with Jisung and Chris living right next door. Someone was always keeping you company, which you were thankful for, in more ways than one.
Already moving about like they owned the place, Chris and Jisung were helping you tidy up, with the latter moving to check for anything rotten in the kitchen. With four pairs of hands on deck, it didnât take more than fifteen minutes for everything to be back to normal, leaving you to take care of the dusting.
âAlright.â Chan stands, carrying two trash bags. âJi, letâs go get the armchair.â
Jisung follows before Seohyun calls after them. âRight, is it in your car?â
âI thought it was in yours?â He turns around, stopping in the doorway while Chan is already busy calling the elevator, further away.
You see her brows furrow, setting the duster down before grabbing her car keys. âNope.â
The ding of the elevator gets your attention, and they share a look before hurrying after Chan, in search of said armchair, the door closing behind them with a quiet thud. You lived high up, on the 10th floor â nobody was ever willing to take the stairs and waste that much time.
And so, in the blink of an eye, you are left alone in the apartment that held so many of your memories, beautiful moments you wouldnât trade even in exchange for forgetting the sad ones.
You feel a little lost, staring around like you couldnât recognize your own home, shoulders slumping with a deep sigh. Your gaze moves towards your closed bedroom door, feet following before your hand twists the doorknob and youâre engulfed in sunlight, blinking rapidly to adjust to the change in lighting.
Inside, the sight that greets you seems frozen in time, transporting you back in June to the last moments spent in this room, where you were running around to pack in a hurry. You donât dare move, just taking it all in as memories flood your mind and make your heart ache in your chest, what still remains of it, anyway.
All of your stuff thrown around haphazardly painted a picture you didnât enjoy, yet couldnât look away from either. Your bed remained unmade, with piles of clothing, bags and random objects occupying all the space. Framed photographs were thrown everywhere around the room, just so they would stop glaring at you from their place on your nightstand, face down and most likely damaged by the broken glass. The vase on your dresser, which used to stand tall with beautiful, healthy flowers seemed to have lost its color, struggling to fulfil its purpose because of the dried, mouldy peonies you didnât bother throwing out before leaving.
But whatâs even worse than the mess is what tipped you over the edge back then, falling to your knees on the fluffy, white carpet as you sobbed uncontrollably â the things he left behind were still here, in the exact same spots, in pristine condition. Your room looked like it barely survived the hurricane that shared your name, yet his red cap was still resting quietly next to the flowers he got you. One of his sketchbooks, still opened on that drawing he never got to finish as he got too busy with school, was on the other nightstand, on his side of the bed. A pair of his dancing shoes were by the door, right next to your comfy slippers. They have been there for so long, that you couldnât enter your room without tripping over them and be reminded of his presence every single time. Hell, you bet if you checked right now, his toothbrush will still be next to yours in the cute holder you bought together, his razor not far away.
There were traces of him everywhere you looked in this apartment, clothes and necessities he left behind on his many visits. Like his football jersey, lucky number 20, youâve worn more times than him, hung in your open closet among empty hangers that barely held on.
It wasnât fair, how you seemed to crumble along with everything around you while he, and his stupid things, remained intact. The world shattered beneath your feet, freefalling to your doom of self-doubts and regrets while he continued with his life like nothing even happened. Like you never happened; like you werenât such a fundamental part in his life in the exact same way he was in yours.
Your ex boyfriend moved on in the blink of an eye, while you were still here, crying at the sight of a stupid toothbrush.
This will never be fair. Why did you always seem to draw the short end of the stick?
New beginnings were usually your favorite. Starting another book, turning a new leaf and switching up your wardrobe for a change, getting the inspiration for another song â these were all activities that brought you joy. Now, returning to campus at the end of summer vacation to begin another school year? For the first time since starting university two years ago, felt like an impossible task, one you werenât ready for in the slightest. Because how could you ever be ready to start your junior year without him?
How could you possibly embark on a new journey without him holding your hand and guiding you through it all, navigating around every hardship with ease like he was the most experienced sailor in existence?
You had no answers, only questions. Too many that were also too loud, bouncing off of the sturdy walls of your mind that were threatening to crumble with every thud, remaining standing only thanks to the unbearable headaches that reminded you to take a break from all the overthinking.
Your mind went quiet as another voice made its presence known, bringing you back to the world outside your bedroom while shooing the dark cloud above your head out the window with ease.
âOh my god, we lost the goddamn chair!â
A wet laugh escaped your lips, more tears rolling down your cheeks as you desperately tried to wipe them all before joining your friends in the living room. You werenât stupid â they were worried. Thatâs why Seohyun was moving in, in the first place. To keep an eye on you at all times, when the other two couldnât be there and provide the much needed support you craved so badly.
Not like they knew you were aware of their little plan, having them figured out from the moment they showed up at Chanâs doorstep in Australia, last month. Theyâve been tiptoeing around you since then, not knowing what emotional state you were in or whatâs changed or hasnât in the two months you spent apart. Sure, Chris might have filled them in, but they were still afraid. Afraid they were going to mess up somehow and have you slipping through their fingers and shatter at any moment, like you were nothing more than a fragile package, all progress lost the second something that reminded you of him jumped into your path.
And, you hate to admit but they were right.
They failed to take into consideration that even though your ex never actually moved in, the apartment was his as much as it was yours, quickly becoming your shared home as you fell into a routine that involved the other at every step.
Your three close friends were the only people present, but all you could see was him, a ghost roaming around and haunting every corner of the house you now despised, his giggles caressing your ears gently every time you moved from one room to the other.
Just being here felt like torture. How were you supposed to spend another two years sleeping in the same bed you shared with the person you thought was going to be your forever?
âSweetheart.â Chanâs gentle voice coaxes you out of the room as you manage to pull yourself together, no sign of crying or distress still present on your features. If anything, they looked worse than you, crestfallen and a little embarrassed.
âWe have something to tell you.â Seohyun steps closer, gently taking your hands into hers and intertwining your fingers loosely.
Jisung nods and is by your side in a second, throwing an arm around your shoulders as he lowers his mouth to your ear. âChris lost your new armchair.â
âWhat the fuck?!â
Your laughter joins theirs, a beat later, as Chris remains the only one standing there, arms crossed over his chest with his words falingl on deaf ears, nobody paying attention as he begins defending himself.
When youâre pulled into a warm embrace, with Jisungâs cologne enveloping all your senses, you canât help but start wondering. Is this a good time to finally reveal you never actually ordered a new chair orâŚ?
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Saturday slipped away into a moment in time, and before you knew it, Sunday was upon you. Your last chance at relaxing before the craziness began, and youâd be thrust into a series of new projects, classes and assignments that were already giving you a headache.
Despite spending the previous night celebrating a new beginning with your best friends, having an intimate pizza party with karaoke and a little too much alcohol, you wake up bright and early to get to a previously made appointment. Usually, you wouldnât go anywhere for the summer, for the first two months anyway. But since you flew out of the country as soon as your exams were over, you didnât get to help the animal shelter you have been volunteering at since your first year. It left a hole in your heart, and youâd be lying if you said you didnât feel guilty for disappearing into thin air, with nothing more than a text sent to the owner to let her know youâll be going away for a while.
Hopefully, theyâre willing to forgive and forget and let you make up for it by spending the next two months as involved as possible.
âGood morning, sweetheart.â Comes Chanâs groggy voice, still husky from all the singing he did last night, stumbling out of your spare bedroom with barely open eyes.
You startle, losing your balance while putting on your other shoe and crashing into the wall by the front door. You were hoping to make a swift escape and return before any of them rose since nobody in their right mind would willingly wake up this early.
He appears from around the corner, tank top slightly raised as heâs trying to scratch at his back. âYou good?â
âYep, everythingâs just peachy.â Regaining your footing, you manage to put your shoe on and turn your back to him to get a jacket, feeling too awkward to make eye contact right now, which Chan would have laughed about if he wasnât so sleepy.
âWhere are you going?â He yawns, turning to squint at the clock on the far wall, above the couch. âItâs literally 7 am, too early to even be alive right now.â
For some reason, you hesitate to tell him, too out of it for your, and most definitely his liking. Being here was certainly not doing you any good, the walls closing in every time you tried to breathe and lift all the broken pieces of your stupid heart off of your lungs. It felt suffocating, especially when you were left alone with your thoughts as you zoned out one too many times.
Still, you mumble under your breath, reaching for your keys as silently as possible.
âHuh?â
With a sigh, you finally face him, eyes downcast. âFurry Friends Rescue.â
The smile that stretches across his features as he processes your words is so wide and contagious, it brightens up the whole room like he was somehow related to the sun itself, light radiating off of him in waves. It wakes him up instantly, and before you know it, he slips into a pair of slides left by the door and flies to his apartment.
You look after him, confused, and step into the hallway at the same time he does.
âAlright, letâs go!â He beams, locking his door before reaching for your arm softly. âIâll drive you!â
âWait, are you sure? I can â â
âYes, Iâm sure!â He frowns, shaking his head and pulling you after him with his newfound energy. âYou love it there, and I know you already miss Berry. The least I can do is offer you a ride, are you kidding?â
You canât help but smile at the mention of his puppy, spirits lifted in an instant. She was such a special little lady and you really bonded in these three months youâve spent at his parentsâ house.
Your parents never allowed you to have a pet, with your mom being allergic, so you did what you could to fill the space that remained constantly empty in your heart.
The drive there is full of laughter and even more singing, with Chris bringing back one of the activities you loved doing since he first got his license back in high school. Carpool karaoke has always been a must in his car, and thatâs why you rode with Seohyun on your way back from the airport yesterday. You were a fool because nothing was quite as therapeutic as being silly and singing Disney songs at the top of your lungs with the only person whoâs watched you grow into the adult you are today.
The drive to your destination isnât long, but you still manage to squeeze in five songs before you get off and Chris speeds off. Only after wishing you a good day and making you promise youâll call once youâre done so he can come pick you up, too. He was too kind, willing to do too much for you sometimes, but you were just the same. Youâre afraid you might try moving the moon if he asked, one day.
Your annoying, overprotective brother who wasnât really your brother, whoâd push you into the pool before jumping in to save you in the same breath. He was such a guy.
Approaching with a prep to your step, the shelterâs surroundings have changed drastically since your last visit. The trees in the back have dyed their leaves in warm shades of orange and yellow, scattering some on the ground in hopes of attracting more pet lovers. A beautiful background always pulled people in, just like all pretty things did, and this autumn is particularly beautiful, with sights straight out of famous paintings. Seoul was truly a special city, one thatâs nurtured and taught you the meaning of the word love thatâs being thrown around too casually for your taste, these days. The city you grew up in, where you found your love for writing and composing, and where you met the most amazing people on this planet.
No other city could compare to your birthplace, no matter how pretty or modern it was.
Just as you make to try the door, with your apology speech all ready to go, it suddenly opens and forces you to take a few steps back in surprise.
âIâm sorry, we arenât open yet.â The apology comes from a tall man, whose delicate features would have fooled you into believing he wasnât older than a high schooler. Yet his physique begs to differ, you could tell even from beneath all the layers. Heâs wearing the shelterâs apron with the logo youâve had Jisung design a few years back. A new employee, perhaps? You donât recognize him, so thatâs most likely the case.
Your gaze travels upwards until it meets his brown eyes that fidget at the sudden contact. âSorry, Iâm here to see Mrs. Jeon?â
The stranger shakes his head, bleached blond hair hiding an undercut following his every move. âMrs. Jeon is out of the country.â
You wait for him to continue, provide more details but when he doesnât and only raises a brow that almost asks âwhat are you still doing here?â you sigh and turn to leave. âRight. Will you please tell her Y/n has stopped by?â
âWait, Y/n L/n?â
You turn right on your heel, both of your eyebrows raised as if to challenge his. âDo I know you?â
He brings his hands up, showing he means no harm as a smile finds his rosy lips, one you donât truly grasp the meaning of. âNo! But I know you.â
Alright, now youâre properly creeped out. Noticing the look on your face, the man quickly corrects himself, letting out an awkward laugh as he rubs the back of his head. âIâm sorry, Iâm not good with strangers. Mrs. Jeon does! I was recruited in your place when you didnât come back in June.â
Oh, so he was your replacement. Great. You had no idea youâd entered a race to see how fast people and places you frequented could replace you during the summer. Very motivating and uplifting. You should have stayed home.
âOh.â Despite all the thoughts overlapping each other in your head, you only manage to sigh, properly exhausted.
His eyes widen slightly, and without thinking, he grasps your elbow when you turn around to leave for good. âPlease do come in! Mrs. Jeon has been waiting to hear from you. She left a note.â
âA note?â When he nods, you shake off his hand and accept the invitation, stepping inside filled with curiosity.
All of the furry friends were in the back, in a separate space away from the reception. The place was modern, decorated in warm, pastel colors that seemed to welcome you with a fuzzy hug, the surroundings pristine. Furry Friends Rescue was built from the ground up by Mrs Jeonâs late husband, who passed away a few years back, right after you started volunteering here. To honor his life, she kept this place running, making it her mission to find loving homes for all the animals that were brought in, investing most of her resources into modernizing the place and treating the animals like they deserved to be treated.
The shelter housed a veterinary office and a pet salon, run by other volunteers who were experts in their fields, students alike and even working people who would come by to offer a helping hand whenever they could. Mr Jeon was a vet â he used to treat all of the animals before he fell sick and became unable to work.
Making his way around the reception desk, which truly resembled the entrance of a corporation, even with all the pet pictures plastered on all the walls, and the dog pattern on the couch, the man picks up a note that was next to the bone-shaped phone.
âHere.â
Your fingers brush his as you take the small paper from him, but you donât pay any attention to the slight color that appears on his cheeks.
Dear Y/n,
I hope your precious heart managed to heal during your trip
What fitting words for someone who had no idea why you left in the first place. Guess Mrs. Jeon knew you better than you thought, after all.
If youâre reading this, it means I have not yet returned from visiting my grandbabies. It also means Jaemin is the one looking after the place
Please work together until Iâm back. Heâs a nice kid and I believe youâll get along well
That is if youâre still willing to return. Always put yourself first. If quitting is what you think is best, just know Iâll never hold it against you
With love, grandma J
P.S. thereâs a surprise on the other side đ
Curious, you flip over the page, eyes scanning the familiar handwriting to decipher what has she left you. A giggle escapes you soon after, shaking your head with fondness spilling from your eyes at her antics. Youâre glad that after everything sheâs been through, Mrs. Jeon has never changed.
âIs something funny?â The guy youâve come to learn is named Jaemin asks from the other side of the desk, head tilted slightly in wonder making him resemble an actual puppy.
You dismiss him with a wave of your wrist, pocketing the note. Mrs. Jâs brownie recipe you could never get enough of wouldnât interest him anyway.
âSo, youâre Jaemin?â You finally ask, giving him a once-over. He was tall, wearing a denim-on-denim outfit and smiled a little too brightly for your liking. Still, he did look like a nice guy, so you might as well give him a chance, even if meeting someone knew was the last thing you wanted to do.
As expected, he beams, thrusting a hand forward over the desk. âThatâs me! Nice to meet you, Y/n. Iâve heard a lot about you.â
You give him a small but genuine smile and shake his hand. âIâm a third year at SNU so I usually volunteer here during summer vacation. I hope we get along.â
He nods, listening to your every word. âYeah, Mrs. Jeon mentioned we go to the same university. Iâm a second year majoring in dance! Iâm also a part of the football team so I apologize in advance if I ever end up leaving you here all alone when the season starts.â
Oh, what were the odds?
Your smile drops despite your effort in not reacting, retracting your hand a little too quickly while nodding and trying to act as normal as possible. âCool.â
Turning around, you begin walking in the opposite direction to escape from this awkward situation Mrs. J has unknowingly put you in.
âShall we go see the animals?â
Heâs on your tail soon after, grabbing another apron on the way for you with that ever present sunny smile of his. Jaemin reminded you of a hyperactive puppy, a golden retriever who would do anything to make you happy, pulling silly stunts and stumbling over his own feet.
Turns out, his bright personality isnât the only reason Mrs. J has hired Jaemin. You spend the next four hours together, taking care of the animals and talking, to your surprise. They all seemed to love him already, causing a ruckus at the mere sight of him, excited to be let out and greet you both properly. The puppies especially as theyâd run back and forth from you to him without stopping for a while, barely managing to bottle feed them in their excitement. Jaemin was nice, and easy to talk to, happy to get to know you but also talk your ear off when sensing you might need a laugh, managing to make everything funny. A great pick me up, you ended up agreeing with Mrs Jâs statement â he was a good guy, the best that could have replaced you and helped her and all the staff in your absence.
For some reason, he felt comfortable opening up to you, and in turn, you told him some things about yourself too.
âWhat made you want to volunteer here?â He suddenly asks while cradling a noisy kitten, the sight comical.
You barely think before answering, gaze still trained on the bichon that has fallen asleep in your lap while you were brushing her. âI wasnât allowed to have pets growing up, and Iâve always loved them. I was lucky my best friend had the most adorable puppy in the world right next door, but it wasnât the same as owning one, you know?â
Jaemin nods, finally calming the kitten, eyes on you. âOh, that sucks. I couldnât imagine life without my two babies at home.â
You look up, curious. âYou have dogs?â
âTwo cats.â He throws a peace sign, chuckling when you smile. âIâm from Busan, so I only get to see them on holidays. I thought coming here and helping out four days a week might help me miss them less.â
âAnd? Does it help?â You point to the kitten that has fallen asleep in his arms, head crocked to the side weirdly. Looking down, he laughs and sets her in his lap, using his knuckles to gently pet between her ears, one of his hands as big as her whole body.
âIt does, actually.â He smiles absentmindedly, most likely reminiscing about his fur babies. âBut only momentarily. When Iâm back in my dorm room, I still feel their absence.â
âIâm sorry.â Is all you say, a deep pang of sadness hitting you out of nowhere. You guess this is how Chris and Jisung feel as well, both away from their respective dogs theyâve more or less grown up with.
Jaemin shakes his head, still smiling and not as sad as youâd thought heâd be. âNone of that. I facetime my mom every night just to see them.â
âThatâs cute.â A smile finds its way on your face as you imagine him using the same baby voice he uses with the animals here on the phone with his mom, cooing at his cats.
âYouâre cute.â
An uncharacteristic silence falls upon you as Jaemin searches for your gaze, dying to understand your reaction. It wasnât uncomfortable, just weird, making you feel like you were doing something wrong. Which made no sense. Jisung and Chan called you cute all the time; not out of nowhere, but when the moment was right. Heck, Seohyun would write entire pages praising your beauty whenever you posted on Instagram â you knew you were cute. But this was different, this was someone that meant it romantically, you could tell. He was flirting with you, shooting his shot and seeing where it landed.
That wasnât something you could reciprocate, especially not now.
When he notices the look in your eyes, the storm brewing behind them, he adds. âI was talking about Belle over there.â
You look down at Belle, the fluffy bichon in your lap, who is currently sleeping soundly on her back, tummy up and randomly kicking her feet once in a while, dreamland surely rowdy.
âShut up.â You laugh a moment later, appreciating how fast he took the hint and backed off, leaning over to softly push him on the doggy mats, to which he pretends to fall just for your amusement.
With that out of the way, things return to normal quickly and before you know it, the other volunteers arrive and youâre biding Jaemin goodbye and going on your merry way, back to your apartment.
Itâs afternoon now, hopefully your friends are awake by now.
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They were in fact, not awake. Jisung just moved himself from the spare bedroom he shared with Chris for the night to the living room couch to sleep some more, without having to deal with the otherâs snoring. Seohyun was buried in your blanket, hiding from the world, in the same position she was in when you left that morning.
Like it or not, it seems their bodies were incapable of pulling all-nighters after doing it for so many years without suffering the day after. Hopefully, you all manage to fix your sleep schedules before your classes start properly, not wanting to miss too many and be left behind, confused out of your minds and barely figuring it out by the time exam season rolls around.
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âIâm sleepy.â Seohyun complains, reaching up to rub her eyes before remembering the pretty eyeliner currently gracing her eyelids and stopping at the last second, groaning.
You giggle, full of energy from the coffee Chris made sure got into your system before your first class, swirling the ice in your cup absentmindedly, mind somewhere else.
Busy on his phone, he doesnât even look up as he responds. âYou barely made it to class this morning and youâre still complaining?â
Monday, 10:15 am. Your first class of the day officially ended fifteen minutes ago and as youâve been doing for two years now, your friend group meet up at your favorite location, the diner closest to campus that has become some sort of sanctuary by now.
Seohyun was majoring in communication so she did not share your classes yet somehow, the four of you have started the new school year in the same way â with a boring, way too long 8 am lecture that almost erased your will to live.
She shoots him a dirty look he doesnât notice, but otherwise doesnât respond, too tired to bother with Chris and his top student agenda. Because being popular, good at sports and everyoneâs friend wasnât enough for him; your best friend was the academic weapon every freshman aspired to be, without trying too hard either. Hands down the most gifted and smartest person you know.
âYou did go to bed super late last night.â You reach for her hand across the table, gently massaging her palm in hopes sheâll feel a bit better.
Just then, Jisung returns with your drinks, handing them out one by one like he was a barista himself. When heâs done and you all thank him, he takes his seat across from you and Chris, next to Seohyun. âWhat did I miss?â
âSeohyun was complaining.â Chris responds instantly, fingers typing away. What could be more interesting than spending time with your closest friends?
âOh, so nothing new.â
At the same time, you softly smack the back of Chrisâ head while she smacks Jisung, with a little more force, only the latter reacting loudly.
âStop being mean.â You reprimand, and Chris puts his phone down with a sigh, leaning back in his chair to stretch his arms above his head.
âFor your information, being late was not my fault.â Seohyun chimes in, finally in the mood to explain herself after taking several sips of her coffee. âThis random guy ran straight into me, I was tackled to the ground!â
Concern flashes over your features. âAre you okay?â
She nods. âYeah, donât worry. He helped me up and gathered all of my books while apologizing. Then I met up with Ji and he carried my bag to class.â
Both you and Chris shoot Jisung a curious look, not convinced he went through all of that trouble out of the kindness of his own heart.
âIn my defense,â Jisung shrugs, his arm thrown over the booth behind Seohyunâs head, âI really did not want to come to class.â
Chris chuckles and sips from his strawberry milkshake while you shake your head, smiling and pinching the back of Jisungâs hand that was resting on the table, to which he retaliates by throwing the straw paper in your face.
âTo be honest, I wasnât paying attention either so heâs not entirely to blame here.â She continues like neither of you has said anything, resting her head in her palm with a dreamy look in her eyes. âBesides, he was fucking gorgeous. I swear Iâve never seen such a beautiful man before. And his freckles? Literal constellations right on his cheeks, oh my god.â
âOkay, Juliet, pipe down.â Jisung flicks her forehead and she swats his hand away, glaring.
Amused, you lean closer with interest. âDid you get his name?â
She shakes her head. âNoâ Then, her gaze moves to Chris. âThatâs why, I need you to find him for me.â
Raising a brow, he reaches for your drink to have a taste before responding. âWhat am I, the local newspaper? Youâre the one who bumped into him.â
âYes, but you literally know everyone on campus.â
He makes a face, deeming your drink too bitter for his taste. âSo do you.â
That was true. Seohyun was the definition of a social butterfly, mingling with all cliques and being liked by everyone she came into contact with. However, she was also very perceptive so if someoneâs vibe seemed off, she could come across as cold and aloof, not giving them the time of day.
âPlease?â She continues, resorting to the infamous puppy eyes. âThis guy might be the love of my life, Chris, please help me.â
âWhat about Mark?â Jisung buts in, giving her a questioning look. Immediately, you and Chris signal for him to cut it out, abort the ship and never utter that name for as long as he draws breath.
Seohyunâs gaze drops to her cup, manicured finger moving back and forth on the edge, pretending she didnât hear any of the words that have left Jisungâs mouth. To his credit, Jisung looks a little guilty, arm sliding over her shoulder and squeezing briefly in a silent apology, hoping it will be enough to fix things.
The probability of this mystery guy being the love of her life was low, but Chris seemed to feel bad enough to give in, exhaling deeply. Seohyunâs track record wasnât great â for some reason, she always fell for emotionally unavailable guys, with her latest situationship ending not too long ago once she realized Mark did not want anything serious.
She didnât deserve all that. Seohyun was the sweetest, kindest person you knew, with a heart of gold. If anyone deserved to find true love and grow old with rosy cheeks, still feeling butterflies at the mention of her belovedâs name no matter how many years passed, it was her. And youâd be damned if you didnât try to make that happen.
âLetâs find this pretty boy of yours.â You smile as Chris nods, enjoying the way her face gradually lights up.
âReally?â
âIâd feel like I kicked a puppy while it was down if I didnât, so what the hell. Weâve done crazier things anyways.â Chris adds and she squeals, getting out of the booth to come over and hug him, suddenly excited.
âOh!â She rushes back to her seat, instantly rummaging through her bag. âThis is his. I think it got mixed up with my books when I dropped them. He was in a hurry.â
The three of you huddle together as she places a small notebook on the table, curious about its contents that might reveal the identity of Seohyunâs prospective newâŚsomething. Letâs hope boyfriend, and nobody that treats her less than that.
Chris is the one who dares open it, flipping through the pages in wonder.
âThese areâŚrecipes?â He blinks, drawing a blank as the measurements for the perfect âgooey browniesâ stare him right in the face.
None of you says anything for a moment, the gears in your head turning and working simultaneously before Jisung breaks the silence with an unexpected outburst.
âOh my god, heâs a fucking loser!â
Safe to say, he got smacked a couple more times before your next class of the day. Lovingly, of course.
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With everyone promising to ask around for Seohyunâs prince charming, you go on with your day until your last class, when you established to meet again for a little get together with all of your other friends.
The sun was starting to set, casting a warm, golden hue that extended throughout the whole campus, creating mesmerizing surroundings you could barely look away from. Thankfully by now, youâre outside, enjoying the warm breeze and nice weather that might not return any time soon as the days will only continue to get shorter and shorter as time passes.
Youâre currently near the football field, cutting through near the bleachers to get to the other side where Chris and his swimming team are currently meeting. Seohyun is skipping a few feet in front of you, obviously in good spirits.
âDidnât know Chris needed a chaperone.â She teases, turning to you with a smile as she starts walking backwards.
You chuckle. âWell, he is our ride.â
âWe could have walked.â She stretches her arms as if to prove a point. âItâs such a beautiful day! Itâs a shame we have to miss out on the rest of it, too.â
You were on your way to a bar, a new one that opened all the way in Hongdae. The owner has invited 3racha, Chris and Jisungâs music group personally, so it would be rude to not show up, even if you did share her sentiment. If it were up to you, youâd be in bed, snuggling already, but your friends have made it a point to keep you out of the house as much as possible.
âJust say thank you, Seohyun.â
âThank you, Seohyun, for being the hottest girl around!â
You both laugh, enjoying each otherâs company before she turns back around and resumes her skipping, long, bleached hair flowing freely behind her in the prettiest way. As you reach for your phone to record her for memories, a speck of red gets your attention in an instant.
You keep walking but your eyes are glued to the field now, to the eight or so guys dressed in the white and red uniform of your universityâs American football team. Your heart rate picks up in an instant, scanning their jersey numbers in a hurry.
Relief floods your system when you donât find what youâre looking for, slowing down. These guys looked young, most likely freshmen trying out for a spot in the most famous football team your university has had in years. You didnât know how that worked, your memory failed you as you tried to remember when tryouts took place. It seemed a little too early for all that though, too soon to be looking for new people when the season kicked off somewhere in October, a good month and a half away. You couldnât help but wonder why the hurry.
âY/n! Watch out!â
Seohyunâs screaming startles you out of your thoughts, your eyes coming into focus to see a football flying right in your direction, quickly approaching your head. Before you know it, youâre ducking and running, feeling bad for snoozing and interfering with practice. Of course, this had to happen, you were cursed after all. You could never be near a sports field without something hitting you, no matter how small or insignificant the object, it always had to make contact with your face.
However, you donât make it very far before you come to an abrupt stop as you collide with something or better said, someone, the impact causing you to stumble a few steps back until rough, gloved hands stabilize you by the shoulders.
When you regain your footing and finally look up at your saviour, your heart actually stops.
Because the one looking back, right through you is none other than Hyunjin. Your Hyunjin.
Or actually, he wasnât yours anymore, now, was he?
Hyunjin whoâs written his name across your heart in golden letters, that suddenly lit up at the mere sight of him. Your ex-boyfriend looked almost unrecognizable, his short black hair replaced by long, bleached locks that were pushed back, away from his face in a little ponytail.
You were a fool to think he wouldnât be here. He was the captain after all and the coach was nowhere in sight.
The air wasnât entering your lungs anymore, yet somehow you were still breathing, being kept afloat by his familiar hands on your skin, so overly conscious of his touch that you barely registered the shiver running down your spine.
After three months apart with no communication, Hyunjin was finally looking at you, forced to acknowledge your presence. It felt a little surreal, bumping into him so soon. Sure, you were expecting it, but not on your very first day back to campus, not when you still havenât processed the fact that you werenât together anymore. Everything in you longed for him and all his endearing quirks, even after all this time; even after he broke your heart.
You donât dare look away, and neither does he, enthralled by those beautiful eyes of his that used to watch your every move with so much love and care. Now, you donât see any of these emotions, but there is an intensity to his gaze that you canât quite put your finger on. Time always seemed to come to a stop when you were with him and right now it was no different. All of your surroundings faded, leaving him the sole object of your attention.
There was a new piercing adorning his face, right under his bleached eyebrow. It looked good, like everything he deemed worthy enough to leave a mark on his body. But that wasnât what got your heart beating again, pounding against your ribcage at an alarming pace he was sure to hear even from afar.
Without looking away, his hands slide down your arms slowly, and for a brief moment, you think theyâre going to find solace in yours, just like theyâve done for all these years. By the surprise flickering in his eyes, you believe he thought of the same thing, catching himself at the last second and taking a step back, arms falling to his side heavily.
âYo, what the fuck was that?â A new voice has you both snapping out of it, finally allowing you to look away and escape the staring war neither had the resources to win. Itâs familiar, and as someone stops right by your side, seemingly out of nowhere, thereâs no doubt in your mind about his identity.
âY/n, are you okay?
You blink, and the magic from before finally dissipates completely, almost like the spell Hyunjin has got you under broke the moment he made himself busy by reaching for his helmet on the ground. When you manage to tear your eyes from him, Yeonjun, one of his friends and teammates, comes into view and places a hand on your shoulder in concern. The ball that almost collided with your head is under his other arm, and you notice that heâs not wearing his gloves as he should be.
Eventually, you nod, looking straight into his eyes while mustering your most convincing smile. âYeah, donât worry. Nothing even happened.â
âIt almost did.â He states, glaring towards the group of men who seemed glued on the spot. âIf it werenât for Hyunjin, things might have ended badly.â
You look away, not knowing how to act around them anymore. Hyunjin doesnât respond either, just moves out of the way as Seohyun sprints to your rescue, pulling your body into the tightest hug and putting some distance between you and the two men.
âAre you okay? Youâre not hurt anywhere, right?â Sheâs instantly checking you all over, dusting invisible dirt off your clothes before patting your head lovingly, just like a mother would do to comfort her sobbing child. Truthfully speaking, you werenât far from turning into one, but the mortification of bursting into tears in front of all these people kept your emotions in check. You reckon a football to the face would have hurt less than having Hyunjin treat you like a stranger heâs meeting for the first time, barely reacting to your sudden appearance.
In hindsight, him reacting differently was almost impossible. Especially in the way youâd want him to react. Hyunjin had changed right before your very eyes in the last months before your relationship ended, burying his sweet and sensitive nature so deep down that you feared it might have gotten erased permanently.
Grasping her hands, you nod to calm her racing mind. âIâm fine, mom.â Then, you turn to Yeonjun again. âSorry for interrupting practice like that. I should have been more careful.â
You hear Hyunjin scoff from somewhere behind you, still not brave enough to show his face, while Yeonjun shakes his head vehemently. âNonsense. You did nothing wrong. Those guys though? They did plenty.â
He squeezes your shoulder reassuringly before excusing himself to join said guys, voice loud and annoyed. âWho were you passing that to? Are you fucking blind or just stupid?â
Yeonjun had no authority over them, not like Hyunjin did anyway. But he was still a seasoned player, one thatâs been with the team for two years, so his words carried significant weight. He was a year older than all of you yet only decided to give football a chance in his second year, joining the team at the same time as Hyunjin. Their roles on the team were the opposite of each other â while Hyunjin was on the offensive, Yeonjun was a defensive player in charge of keeping the other team as far away as possible. Yet, they clicked and worked so well together that the probability of SNU losing a game with both of them present was close to none.
Bonding outside the field proved just as easy and before you knew it, Yeonjun became one of Hyunjinâs treasured friends, bringing their envied teamwork to more events than necessary.
For these guys to have a chance before the coach, they first needed to impress these two. And one thing about Hyunjin was that he was very hard to impress, especially in the areas he excelled in.
Your eyes naturally gravitate towards him along with your thoughts, his magnetic field still as strong as always. To your utter surprise, he moved to stand a little further away, facing his potential new teammates.
âWho threw that?â
The sound of his voice alone is enough to overwhelm you, suddenly way too emotional to keep still, to manage to keep your cool and act as nonchalant as he was. You havenât heard that voice in so long, youâre sure youâd have collapsed if he as much as uttered your name.
Your name on his tongue has always been your favorite sound, no other word ever coming close to having that same effect.
Sheepishly, one of the guys steps forward while rubbing the back of their necks, visibly taken aback by the coldness in Hyunjinâs voice.
Hyunjinâs eyes narrow just as Seohyun links her arm through yours and tugs your body closer.
âApologize.â
âYes, captain!â He nods instantly, bowing repeatedly in Hyunjinâs direction to show exactly how sorry he feels for disappointing him. âIâm ââ
âNot to me.â Hyunjin crosses his arms over wide chest, shoulder blade plates making him look even more intimidating as he stands to his full height, rolling his eyes. âTo her.â
Your eyes widen as the guy looks up, searching for you with confusion visible even through his big helmet. Hesitantly, he changes targets, stopping before you and Seohyun.
âHyunjin â â You manage to squeak out, hating the way your voice almost gets caught in your throat, heat rushing to your face.
âLet him apologize.â His gaze travels to you leisurely, impatience clear in usual doe eyes.
But you arenât far behind, a little annoyed by his insistence, managing to pull yourself together to counter. âI donât think thatâs necessary.â
âAnd last I checked, I didnât ask for your opinion.â As quick-witted as always, Hyunjin isnât even looking at you anymore, not bothering to react in any other way, like you werenât even worth getting annoyed at. âHe made a mistake that under normal circumstances, could have cost us the game. He needs to own up to it and apologize not only to you but to his teammates as well.â
Then, the guy seems to get smaller under his sharp gaze, instantly dropping into a deep bow and obeying Hyunjinâs words to a T. âIâm so sorry for throwing the ball in your direction!â In the next second, heâs spinning around and bowing to the other guys as Seohyun struggles to keep in her laughter at his next words. âIâm sorry for being an idiot!â
To his credit, Hyunjin hasnât addressed him as such, always one to keep things professional. Yet, you notice the slight twitch of his mouth, obviously pleased and amused as Yeonjun bursts out laughing.
The guys bow in return, and suddenly theyâre all shouting apologies at each other, owning up to all of the little mistakes theyâve made up until now that mightâve inconvenienced the other in some way, feeling bad for possibly giving anyone a hard time.
Not being able to hold it in anymore, your best friend almost collapses from laughter, needing to walk it off to calm down, only to start again as she locks eyes with Yeonjun a little farther away.
Youâre so taken aback that you donât even know how to react, watching the scene before you as flabbergasted as one could get. It was wholesome to see these kids already acting like a team but a part of you couldnât help but feel bad once it remembered none might actually get to play and represent their university on the field. Hyunjin was trying to instil some discipline into them, but at what cost? What was the point?
Just as youâre contemplating everything that happened, the eight guys suddenly stop and turn to bow in Hyunjinâs direction as well, apologizing at the same time like itâs an activity theyâve rehearsed beforehand. It gets quiet as they wait for an answer, not even daring to raise their heads and see Hyunjinâs reaction, just patiently waiting for the go ahead so they can go back to practice.
Since when was Hyunjin running this team like the fucking marines?
Despite not looking at him, when Hyunjin nods they all stand to their full heights before him, awaiting further instructions. The mood shifts, all tense and serious like they werenât sweet and wholesome just a moment ago.
âSince none of you seem able to handle one of these yet,â he barely finishes his sentence before Yeonjun passes him the ball, catching it with ease to hold up for the others to see. It all happened so quickly and naturally, that the others most likely didnât notice, but you did. Hyunjin isnât using his dominant hand. âyouâll be running laps until the coach gets here. Whoever is not up for it, drop your gears â youâre out.â
Youâre expecting complaints and groans in protest but instead, they all nod and succumb to their miserable fates, doing exactly what Hyunjin has instructed. A little further away, you notice Yeonjun laughing without shame, having a blast at their expense.
âAsshole.â Seohyun murmurs, rolling her eyes, and youâre unsure who sheâs talking about. âLetâs go. Any more time and Chris will send his speedo wearing army out in the wild to look for us.â
You want to laugh, to agree, and turn your back on this incident and leave without a word. But you canât, feet lodged into place like you were standing on the biggest patch of mud around.
Hyunjinâs back was already to you, form cladded in that familiar uniform youâve felt under your fingertips for years. The 20 under his surname written in capital letters on his jersey were almost mocking you, mad for holding their twin hostage in your mess of a closet. It doesnât matter â in a month or so, theyâll be replaced in favour of a new design that comes around every new season. Just like your presence in his life will inevitably be filled by someone else; someone better, capable of loving him at his worst.
You had so much to say, so many words eager to escape and latch onto him, to get his attention and feed from it, growing bolder and more desperate with every second spent by his side. Hyunjin always brought the best out of you â until he broke things off. Then everything just came to a stop. Like someone lifted the stylus off of a vinyl before the song got the chance to come to an end, damaging the record and your ears in the process.
You loved music but suddenly, your life was quiet.
Hyunjin has been your muse for the entirety of your relationship, all of your songs based on him and the love that managed to blossom thanks to your shared effort. The butterflies and the fireworks all faded without a trace, making your music sound bland and meaningless, off-key since the one who inspired it was no longer there.
You wanted to call out his name, get him to stop and not leave you behind again but you didnât know how, unable to without bursting into tears and breaking down for everyone to see. Hyunjin has been a part of your life for so many years, how were you ever supposed to start acting like he never was? Erasing him and the mark he left would surely be impossible without a potion of sorts, some Eternal Sunshine mechanism that will ensure your brain will be tricked into believing he was never here, to begin with.
Seohyun is off to the side, giving you the space needed to put your thoughts in order, for your next move. This was your chance, the moment youâve been waiting for.
But you couldnât do it. You couldnât run after him no matter how loudly your heart was screaming in protest.
So, you turn around and latch onto your best friend as she begins pulling you along, quick to come to your rescue as always. Struggling to keep it together, with tears welling up in your eyes, you miss the way he turns to look in your direction one more time. One last time.
Youâve always believed Hyunjin was the love of your life, the one youâd grow old holding hands with.
Now, your perspective has changed, as did the main character role he has played in your story for the past five years. No longer was he the charming male lead, the prince coming in on a white horse to swoop you off your feet in a grand gesture of romance.
Hyunjin was the loss of your life. The one that managed to get away even with the tight grip youâve tried to keep on his heart.
Hyunjin transformed into a background character that wonât be there for the ride, and wonât get to witness the new developments happening from now on in your life.
You would have rather been the one written off the story if it meant keeping him. Unfortunately, that was not a possibility since without you, there wouldnât be a story to begin with.
︜︜︜︜ŕźâ§âË.
#stray kids#skz#skz x reader#stray kids x reader#stray kids headcanons#skz headcanons#hwang hyunjin x you#hwang hyujin imagines#hwang hyunjin x reader#hyunjin x you#hyunjin x reader#hyunjin fluff#hyunjin imagines#hyunjin angst#hyunjin series#hyunjin scenarios#hwang hyunjin fluff#skz series#skz angst#skz fluff#skz fanfic#stray kids imagines#stray kids fluff#stray kids angst#stray kids x you#skz x you
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Pineapple Breath & Onion Boy (Read on ao3)
wc: 1.2k | Rated: T for Flirtatious Banter/Suggestive Language | cw: Mild reference to Period-Typical Homophobia (if you squint - Eddie is just conscious about being affectionate with Steve in a public space), Food Mention, Inferred Smoking (Eddie is playing with a lighter)
Tags: Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Pizza, Contemplating the Future, Side Clarkson, Pet Names, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Domestic Fluff, Lightest Angst in the first half
Note: Working on my drabble yesterday had me rudely confronting myself with a Drafts. Buuut it gave me the motivation to come back to this one! Yay writing!
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Eddie leans back on one of the faded red plastic chairs outside Ginoâs Pizzeria and flicks his cigarette lighter.
He then turns it off, then back on again. Then off again⌠Anything to distract himself from the desperate grumbling in his belly â a feeling that has grown painful now that he can smell pepperoni wafting outside.
The chair gives a warning wobble beneath him, the back legs of the thing holding his weight as he looks up at Steve, who looks all cozy in his cream-coloured corded sweater and maroon jacket. Even if he is standing there with his arms folded and a frown knitting his brows as he looks on down Main Street.
Wayne and Scott had disappeared in that direction a few minutes ago, trekking down the block to fetch their Chinese takeout, while Eddie and Steve waited for their pizzas.
Pizzas plural. Because Eddie refuses to partake in Steveâs new and frankly, disgusting preference for pineapple.
It has been their little quartetâs Friday Night routine for a couple of months now and Eddie thinks he must end up looking the same each and every time: staring up at his boyfriend. Steve looks pretty as a picture as his eyes glisten under the streetlight and his breath puffs out in a feint cloud in the crisp night air.
He looks a dream, really.
Not that he ever looks anything less, thank you very much!
Eddie knows Steve is lost in some thought, the kind that pinches his brows together and downturns his mouth into a mindless pout rather than one that is truly grumpy.
At least Eddie thinks itâs all that before Steve sucks in a breath and sighs, deep and wistful as his beautiful hazel eyes grow bigger.
That look makes Eddie tip forward in his chair with a sharp snap. He shoves his lighter back into the breast pocket of his leather jacket, frowning himself now as he tilts his head to the side, hoping to catch his boyfriendâs attention.
âWhatâs wrong?â he asks.
He is met with silence for a moment before Steve gives a soft and wistful sigh.
âYou think when weâre old, weâll be like Wayne and Scott?â Steve asks, still looking down the street.
âJesus Christ, no!â Eddie scoffs, âI donât plan on gettinâ old.â
Steve whips around and looks down at him with an even deeper frown and, yep â thatâs a Worried Pout.
âWhat?â he near whimpers.
Eddie jumps up, groaning a little as his back pangs with deep regret over him tilting back on that stupid rickety chair. He waves a hand nonchalantly.
But Steve doesnât budge. He looks hurt.
Eddie steps into his personal space and offers a small smile - one that he knows will showcase his dimples and make Steve melt like mozzarella cheese.
âYâknow what I mean,â he clarifies, âI do not intend to become some old fart, whose idea of a good time is going on a fishing trip while his boyfriend collects frogs.â
Steve somehow tightens the fold of his arms as he looks him over.
âEddie, you like looking for frogs,â he retorts, his brows easing up a little, âAnyway, donât you think theyâre cute?â
Eddie rolls his eyes, âOh, here we go.â
âI mean it,â Steve defends, âScott gets home from school and putters about for a while. Then, he finishes up some work exactly one hour before Wayne walks in the door. And then, they go about deciding on their takeout order â even though they always get the same thing! And when we get home, theyâll eat in front of the television, Wayne will clean up and then they watch the TV until Wayne starts to doze off and they go to bed.â
He finishes up with a sigh and looks back down Main Street again, appearing a little sheepish now as if he got a little too carried away with his longing there for a moment. Itâs a look that tightens something in Eddieâs chest â one that makes him step even closer.
Or at least as close as he should get to his boyfriend out on the main thoroughfare of Hawkins.
He sucks in a breath and looks ahead too, wanting to kiss that look off Steveâs face.
But for the moment, he settles for a bump to the shoulder.
âWeâre gonna be all that one day, arenât we?â he says just above a whisper.
âYeah?â Steve asks, upbeat but nonetheless quiet.
Eddie leans in, âFollow me, sugar.â
He tugs on Steveâs jacket sleeve and promptly spins on his heel to disappear around the corner of the building. The dumpsters behind the local pizza shop arenât the most romantic of settings â but sue him for having a Rolodex of potential public makeout spots at the ready.
Eddie can feel Steveâs warm breath on his neck as they reach the far end of the building, sending a shiver down his spine. He turns to lean against the wall and palms around for any part of Steve to come along with him.
Steve crowds him against the building and as soon as he pushes them flush together, Eddie becomes all too aware of how whisps of his hair stick to the cool brick behind him. He gasps.
âOh, no! What if I lose my hair!â he shrieks.
Steve grumbles, insulted, âWhat if I lose my hair?â
âWha-cha â Stevie!â Eddie splutters, âMy hair is just as important as yours!â
Steve smirks and reaches for his hairline, brushing back his bangs. He scrunches his nose.
âHmm,â he hums with closer inspection, âItâs looking okay⌠for now.â
Eddie hisses at him.
âGet your damn dirty paws off-a me,â he grouses. Eddie flicks his bangs back into place with an exaggerated hmfph before he straightens up and snakes his arms around Steveâs middle, pulling him tighter still, âSteve, I promise as I stand here before you, behind the hallowed halls of Ginoâs Pizzeria â â
â â Eddie, the ownerâs name is Frank.â
âFine! Frank â he of bountiful cheese and delicious tomato sauce. I do declare that I will still love you, even if I turn into a balding old grump with a permanent frown and bad knees.â
âAnd will you still love me if I become a middle school teacher, all chipper and cheery?â
âMeh, that wouldnât be so bad,â Eddie shrugs.
âWhat if I grew a moustache?â Steve grins.
âThatâs taking it too far!â Eddie practically shouts, squeezing the air out of his boyfriend in the process.
Steve gives a wheezing giggle as he runs his thumb and index finger over the soft stubble he has above his plush top lip. Eddie captures the mocking digits in his own hand and bites down, earning a wicked whine.
Steve shivers and gives a warning, âEdwardâŚâ
âNow,â Eddie begins, lowering the register of his voice, âRavish me!â
Steve leans forward and presses the most chaste of kisses to the corner of his mouth.
âIâll ravish you later,â he pulls back and winks.
But Eddie recoils, nearly knocking his head back against the pizzeriaâs brick wall.
âWhen you have pineapple breath?â he spits with a dramatic grimace.
âSays you, Onion Boy.â
âFine,â Eddie relents, âWeâre both stinky.â
The rusty bell of the pizza shopâs front door sounds and Eddie is sure Wayne and Scott have already made it back, always more efficient in calling ahead with their own takeout order.
âWouldnât have it any other way,â Steve smiles, lacing their fingers together.
#how i wish that there were more text colours to choose from on tumblr đ#looked back through my writing and up til yesterday i han't written anything since the start of september??? HOW???#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#clarkson#wayne munson#scott clark#clarkson â#steddie fanfic#lily writes a fic
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Left On Read - Yuta x Reader SMAU
chap 4: roblox masterlist
before watching Smile, yuta thought it would be appropriate to order you your favorite food for dinner. how did he know this much about you? you werenât sure, but you appreciated it nonetheless.
while yuta left to shower, waiting for the food to arrive, he lent you his laptop to play whatever silly games he had. you were more of a fan of competitive games, like overwatch, fortnite, and dead by daylight, while yuta only had stardew valley, minecraft, roblox, and terraria downloaded⌠you decided to logon roblox.
while you were absolutely cooking up in dandyâs world, floor 20 and all, you received a message in your roblox chats..
oh. it was yuji. you could tell by his horrific 2016 username heâs never bothered to change.
minecraftgodxX69: yn ): we fucked up pls unblock us
you sighed, running a hand through your hair. you didnât want to forgive them, not after seeing those messages. they were your best friends, yet the only one who even bothered to defend you was yuta, a man you barely knew.
part of you wanted to block him again, show him you werenât going to back down. however, another part of you wanted some closure at the very least. to understand why they did what they did. and to insult yuji so bad heâll never think to speak to you ever again.
so, in an act of saving your pride and not messaging yuji as âkittypower05â, your roblox username you also neglected to change, you unblocked him on imessage and sent him a quick text.
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i know a lot of u DONT want to forgive them and dw im not rushing you wonât forgive them yet!! ur gonna chew yuji out next chapter⌠đ gonna have an evil arc and everything trust
sorry if this is very unserious i wanted to display how yuji and nobara rlly arenât taking this seriously, and megumi is the only one whoâs starting to realize the consequences of their actions. heâll have a 1 on 1 moment too, soon!
thank u all so much for the support and silly comments i love reading them!! hereâs the tag list love u all
@shokosbunny @kalulakunundrum @tenthmilo @maddietries @genxnarumi @reiluvr @love-me-satoru @crystal-freak24 @gigiiiiislife @juujujs @heartz4nanami there were some of u i couldnât tag idk why ): iâm sorry
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haiii!!! i may have spent the rest of my time reading all your worksđĽ˛đĽ˛ and is it okay to request Girl Dad! jake,goo and gun reacting to their baby just blabbering and them going on with it like âyeah i know rightâ âthatâs so trueâ
thank you!! (also take ur time since it looks like you have alot on ur plate atmđđ)
sweet talk
ft. Gun Park, Goo Kim & Jake Kim x f!reader [separate]
details: fluff, established relationship (married)
A/N: I SAW THIS AND I WAS LIKE OH I HAVE TO DO THISSS ITS SO SAUR CUTEEEE YIEEE THANK YOU ANON FOR THIS REQ mweheh i love reqs like these
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âGUN
Gun worked swiftly, slicing the apples with precision. He glanced over at his baby girl in her seat, her wide eyes tracking his every move as he sliced through each piece. You were down with a fever, leaving him to not only take care of you but also to manage his curious, babbling daughter.
He held up a bunny-shaped apple slice, presenting it to her with a slight smirk. Her reaction was immediateâeyes lighting up as she reached out, tiny fingers stretching toward the apple. âYou like the bunny?â he asked as she took it and clumsily tried to nibble on it, ending up with more drool than bites.
Gun shook his head with a faint smile, but just as he turned back to finish the apple slices, she banged her chubby hands on the tray, her little mouth opening in a string of excited babbles.
âWhatâs wrong?â he asked, tilting his head as she bounced in her seat, one hand gripping the bunny slice like a prized possession while the other pointed insistently at the plate.
âThese are for mommy,â he explained, trying to hold his ground, but she only babbled louder, waving her free hand around as if to insist.
Gun sighed, glancing at the bunny-shaped slice she held, and then at the other slices on the plate. âYou want all of them like this?â he muttered, looking back at her. âYou think mommy would like it, huh?â
âMamamama!â she gurgled happily, slapping her tiny hands against the tray again, clearly delighted at his consideration.
Gun chuckled, shaking his head. âFine, you win.â He picked up another apple slice, carefully cutting it into another bunny shape. His daughter watched, entranced, and when he showed her the new bunny, she squealed with delight.
As he worked, Gun continued to talk to her, more to keep her entertained than anything. âThink mommyâs going to like the bunnies?â he mused out loud, and she responded with a babble, as if offering her very serious opinion on the matter.
After finishing, he arranged the bunny-shaped slices neatly on the plate, giving one last glance to his daughter, who had finally managed a small nibble on her slice. âWell, if it makes you two happyâŚâ he muttered with a small, barely-there smile, carrying his daughter in one arm and the plate in his other hand to bring a little joy to his sick wife.
With his daughter happily babbling away at her âhelpâ and his own satisfaction at his work.
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âGOO
Goo strolled through the house with his baby girl snuggled in her carrier, her tiny feet kicking as she took in everything with wide, curious eyes. Every few steps, sheâd babble something, and Goo would gasp dramatically, as if sheâd just shared the most incredible news.
âOh, really?â he chuckled, bouncing her gently. âYouâre just full of stories today, arenât you?â
They paused in the hallway when she started reaching out, her little hand stretching toward a framed photo on the wall. It was a candid picture of Goo and you, both smiling on your wedding day. She babbled louder, smacking her little hand against the photo, clearly fascinated.
âOh-ho! You found mama and dada, huh?â Goo teased, leaning closer to the picture so she could get a better look. She gurgled, waving her hands at the frame, and Gooâs grin grew. âYou like that, huh? Thatâs âcause mamaâs in it. Sheâs the pretty one, right? Dadaâs just the one making her laugh.â
âUmwa, mwaamama!â she let out a string of babbles, and Goo put on a look of mock surprise. âYou think sheâs prettier than me? Oh, so itâs like that, huh?â he said, feigning hurt. âIâll let that one slide since youâre my favorite girl.â
His daughterâs little noises filled the hall, and he grinned, nodding like sheâd made the smartest observation. âOhhh, you think I got lucky, huh? You got that right, sweetie. Lucky, lucky, lucky,â he chuckled. âAnd look at you, youâre her little twin! Same smile, same cute face⌠except you got daddyâs charm, donât you?â he added with a wink, booping her nose.
Another babble.
âYeah, I know,â he replied, nodding as though they were having a full-blown conversation. âSheâs smart, tough, andâwell, letâs just say sheâs got me wrapped around her finger. And you⌠youâre just like her, you know? Gonna grow up and be just as amazing.â
He paused, caught off guard by his own words, blinking in surprise as he felt a weird flutter in his chest. âWhoa, that was... okay, that was a little too sentimental,â he muttered, looking down at his daughter, who just blinked up at him with wide, curious eyes. âUgh, daddy went full cringe mode for a second there. Ignore that, okay?â
But she just babbled back, and Goo groaned playfully, rolling his eyes. âOh, great, youâre telling mama? Youâre ratting dada out for being sappy? Unbelievable,â he said before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
áŻâ
âJAKE
Jake rocked his crying little girl in his arms, gently swaying back and forth as he tried every trick he could think of to calm her down. He bounced her, hummed softly, even gave her that little âshh-shh-shhâ that sometimes worked like magic. But today? Not a chance. Her babbling came between tiny, hiccupping sobs, and he leaned down to look at her with a gentle smile, brushing a thumb softly across her chubby cheek.
âSomeoneâs got a lot to say,â he murmured, his voice soft. âTell me, princess, whatâs wrong? You hungry?â He shifted her in his arms, bouncing her lightly. âOr are you just giving daddy a little piece of your mind?â
His daughterâs cries softened for a moment, only to pick back up again with another babble. Jake widened his eyes, nodding as if he fully understood her complaints. âAh, I see, I see,â he replied, nodding seriously. âSo itâs the blanket, huh? Not soft enough? Or was it the bottle? Too warm? Too cold? Man, this is complicated.â
She let out another babble-cry, tiny fists reaching up to grab onto his shirt as if she were clinging to her last hope. He chuckled, taking her tiny hand and pressing a gentle kiss to her fingers. âAlright, I get it, princess. Youâre not mad. Just⌠sharing some feedback, right? I respect that.â
She let out a series of softer babbles, staring up at him with watery eyes, and Jake leaned forward, pressing his forehead lightly to hers. âYeah, Iâm listening. Go on, get it all out. Daddyâs right here.â
With each little sound she made, Jake nodded along, pretending to take mental notes. âOh, so itâs my singing youâre not a fan of? I thought it was pretty goodâso did mommy, but maybe I need some pointers from the expert,â he whispered, winking. âAnd the rocking chair? Too slow, right? Got it, Iâll add that to daddyâs list.â
She continued to babble, and he kept going along with it, his voice taking on a playful tone. âAnd here I thought daddy was nailing it, huh? Guess I still have a lot to learn from the boss.â
She let out a few more babbling sounds, her tone shifting like she was calming down, and Jake continued, nodding sympathetically. âAnd on top of that, maybe you missed mommy a little too, right? Thought sheâd be here, didnât you?â He gave her a warm smile, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her back.Â
Finally, her cries faded into little hiccups, her big eyes staring up at him. Jake let out a soft laugh, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. âSee? You just needed someone to listen. Donât worry, princessâIâll always be here, taking notes and making sure everythingâs just right.â
His daughter cooed softly, finally content, her tiny fingers clutching his shirt as she nestled closer. Jake let out a relieved sigh, pulling her closer.
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๨ৠPAIRINGâ choi san x reader
๨ৠGENREâ fluff, established relationship, fem!reader
๨ৠWARNINGSâ mostly fluff, slight angst
๨ৠWORD COUNTâ 1.0k
๨ৠSUMMARYâ san canât sleep and you help him.
๨ৠA/Nâ i hope you like it! feedback is appreciated and thanks for reading, lovelies! <3
You wake up slowly, your eyes adjusting to the light, as you instinctively reach toward your side, your hand coming in contact with the cold sheet.
Furrowing your eyebrows, you lift a hand to your face, rubbing your eyes as you yawn, trying to wake up. âSan?â you mumble, checking the clock to your right, which reads 3:23 a.m.
With a small groan, you force yourself to sit up, shivering slightly when your barefeet touch the cool wood floor. âSweetheart?â you question, wrapping your arms around yourself, starting to wish youâd chosen something more than shorts and a tank top to sleep in.
Walking down the hall, you start to wonder where your husband could be. This isnât the first time heâs woken up in the middle of the night, but it worries you nonetheless.
âSan?â you ask, peeking your head around the corner that leads to the balcony, which overlooks the ocean at the vacation house your staying in. A small smile grows on your face when you see San sitting in one of the chairs, wearing sweatpants and a white button up shirt, though none of the buttons are buttoned. Heâs staring at the waves as they brush against the shore.
âHoney,â you call to him, stepping closer to gently place your hands on his broad shoulders, sliding them down to rest against his chest. âWhatâs wrong?â
San sighs, âNothing, baby. Did I wake you?â
âYou didnât,â you respond softly. âBut the empty bed did.â
âIâm sorry,â he replies, turning his head to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist. Even after being with him for so long, he still gives you butterflies everyday. âI just couldnât sleep.â
âI figured,â you respond, resting your cheek against the top of his head, releasing a sigh. âSomething on your mind?â
âI donât know,â San frowns, shaking his head. âMy mind just wouldnât go to sleep.â
You nod against him, involuntarily shivering when a cool breeze blows across the beach. âCold?â San asks, turning his head to look at you, as you nod, moving closer to him, basking in the small amount of warmth he provides. âYou should go back to bed, baby.â
âWithout you?â you pout, playing with one of the buttons on his shirt. âItâs cold in there too, especially without you.â
âIâll only be out here for a little while longer,â San tells you, but you know heâll probably sit out here until morning if he has his way.
âSannie,â you slide your hands down a little further, leaning down to rest your chin against his shoulder. âYou need rest. We didnât come to this island so you could get even more exhausted.â
âI promise Iâll get some sleep,â he responds, gently tugging you around to the front of the chair, making you shiver at the lack of warmth.
He offers you a soft smile, his dimples showing, as he pulls you to stand between his legs, reaching up to cup your cheek with his hand, gently brushing his thumb across your skin.
âYou donât have to worry so much,â he whispers, making you sigh, shaking your head down at him.
âYou know I will either way, San,â you respond, watching as he gives you a knowing smile. âPlease come back to bed? Your thoughts can wait âtil morning.â
âTell my thoughts that, please,â San groans, frowning.
âCome on, sweetheart,â you coax, gently pulling him, even though you know you canât get him up unless he wants to get up. âI know you donât want to sit out here all night.â
âAlright,â San nods, giving in. âBut only because I really am exhausted.â
âWhatever the reason, Iâm just happy youâre agreeing,â you laugh as San quirks an eyebrow at you, his signature judging look on his face.
âAre you sure you donât just want me there so youâll be warm?â he questions, making you laugh, shaking your head at him.
âOf course not, honey,â you respond. âThatâs just an added bonus.â San rolls his eyes playfully as you reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. âI really do hope you can rest tonight, Sannie.â
âDonât worry about me,â he responds, flashing you a tired, but reassuring, smile as he closes the door to the balcony behind both of you.
âLike I said, Iâll worry either way,â you reply, gently pulling him along with you back to the bedroom.
âI really donât think Iâll be able to get to sleep,â San tells you with a sigh as he slips off the button-up shirt. You watch him as he climbs into the bed beside you, his side dipping with his weight as you settle down next to him, rolling slightly to rest your hand against his chest, your hand moving to settle against his toned abs.
He hides his grin as you brush your thumb across his skin absentmindedly, probably not even realizing youâre doing it.
Youâre tucked comfortable into his side as he wraps an arm around you, pulling the sheet up over the both of you. âI love you, San,â you whisper, resting your chin against his chest to look up at him.
âI love you too,â he responds with a wink, making you giggle, shaking your head at his silliness. Leaning toward him, you press a kiss to his lips, one he returns, kissing you softly. It never ceases to amaze you how gentle Sanâs kisses can be even if heâs in a bad mood.
âGoodnight, San,â you whisper, moving back to your original position, but not before pressing a soft kiss to Sanâs chest as well, making him hold you just a little bit tighter.
 âGoodnight, love,â he responds softly as you sigh contentedly, hoping San will be able to fall asleep once you do.
With the sound of the waves outside and the gentle, rhythmic thumping of Sanâs heartbeat, itâs not long before you find yourself drifting to sleep, but not before you make sure to keep brushing your thumb across Sanâs abs, hoping itâll comfort him enough to get to sleep.
About fifteen minutes of fighting off sleep later, you dare to lift your head slightly, glancing at Sanâs face, pleasantly surprised to find his eyes closed peacefully, his breathing steady. Maybe youâd finally figured out what he needed to get to sleep. With a content sigh, you settle back into Sanâs side, happy his mind finally let him rest.
Moving just a little closer to San, you snuggle into his warmth, letting his heartbeat and the waves lull you to sleep.
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Month eight
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Early December 2024 | 8 months old.
âShhh, itâs okay Bubba,â you whispered as you cradled Finley in your arms, gently bouncing him in hopes heâd calmed down. âMummyâs here, itâs okay.â
The clock showed 4:34 AM, and once again, Finley had woken up, crying inconsolably. His sleep had become more broken over the last few weeks, his tiny body waking every forty-five minutes or so, his cries a constant reminder of how exhausted he must be.
You were stuck in a cycle of feeding, crying, and trying to soothe him back to sleep all for it to happen again forty-five minutes later. It had been over a week since you had last slept properly, you hadnât hit the stage where Finley was sleeping through yet but he was sleeping for a couple of hours at a time before waking up again.
You sighed softly, exhaustion washing over you as Finley let out another wail. You gently rocked him, pacing back and forth in the dim light of the nursery. His little face was scrunched up, and you could feel the tension in his tiny body. You were running on nothing at this point. His soft whimpers tugged at your heart, and as much as you needed rest, he needed comfort more.
Just then, the door creaked open, and you looked up to see Leah standing there, a look of concern on her face.
âHey, pretty girl,â she whispered, walking over to you and Finley. âYou look exhausted. Why didnât you wake me?â
You gave her a tired smile, shaking your head slightly. âYouâve got camp tomorrow, Leah. You need your rest.â
Leah gently placed a hand on your back, her thumb rubbing small circles into your skin. âAnd you need rest too. Weâre a team, remember?â She reached out to take Finley from your arms. âCome on, let me take over for a bit. You get some sleep.â
You hesitated before you carefully handed Finley over to her, watching as she cradled him close, her movements slow and soothing. She was always the better one out of the both of you that could settle Finley, it wasnât hard to see that he was a Mummaâs boy.
âGo on,â she urged, her voice soft. âIâll get him settled. I promise.â
You nodded, feeling the weight of exhaustion pulling you down. âI love you, Le,â you murmured, leaning in to kiss her cheek. âThank you.â
Leah smiled at you, âYouâre the amazing one, doing this night after night. Now go, sleep.â
As you trudged back to the bedroom, you could hear Leah humming to Finley, the sound gradually fading as you slipped under the covers. Your body sank into the mattress, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to fully relax, knowing that Leah had everything under control.
In the nursery, Leah continued to rock Finley, her voice low and soothing as she sang to him. Finleyâs cries slowly subsided, his tiny body finally relaxing against hers.
Leah smiled softly, looking down at his peaceful face. âThatâs it, little man. Mummyâs got you.â
As Finleyâs breathing evened out, Leah gently lowered him back into his crib, brushing a tender kiss across his forehead. She lingered for a moment, watching him sleep before quietly slipping out of the room.
Returning to the bedroom, Leah found you already asleep, your breathing deep and steady. Slipping into bed beside you, she wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close.
âLove you,â she whispered, knowing you were too deep in sleep to hear. But it didnât matter. She meant it with all her heart.
A few hours later, you woke up to the sound of Finleyâs cries once again instead of Leahâs alarm like you expected. You rolled onto your stomach with a groan as you looked at the alarm that read 8:34 am.
As you stirred awake, the realisation that it was already past 8:30 hit you like a jolt. Leahâs alarm should have gone off an hour ago, especially with her travelling to camp today. But instead, it was Finleyâs cries that pulled you from sleep.
You groggily pushed yourself up, your body aching from the rare few hours of uninterrupted rest. You noticed Leah wasnât beside you as you rolled over. She must have gotten up with Finley again.
Throwing on one of Leahâs hoodies, you shuffled down the hallway towards the nursery. The door was slightly open, and as you approached, you could hear Leahâs voice, calm and steady, speaking softly to Finley.
When you peeked inside, your heart melted at the sight before you. Leah was sitting in the rocking chair, holding Finley close to her chest as he lay in her arms. His cries had subsided into whimpers, his tiny fingers clutching onto her shirt. Leah was swaying gently back and forth, a look of deep concentration on her face as she hummed the tune of North London Forever.
âMorning,â she whispered, careful not to disturb Finley, who was on the verge of falling back asleep. âI figured Iâd let you get a bit more rest.â
You smiled back as you entered the nursery. âYou shouldâve woken me. You need to be getting ready for camp.â
Leah shook her head gently. âIâve already called Sarina. Sheâs agreed for you and Finley to come with me for the camp, Iâm not letting you go through this sleep regression alone.â
You sighed as you walked over to her side. âYou really didnât have to do that. Itâs important you focus with no distractions, Le. I couldâve done it alone.â
She shook her head as she looked down at Finley, who was now peacefully asleep in her arms. âYou and Finley are my priority. Sarina understands. Iâm his mother too, we do things as a team.â
âThank you,â you whispered, stepping closer to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.
âWhy donât you get some breakfast and then get ready and pack a bag, and Iâll finish up with him?â Leah suggested.
By the time you had eaten, Finley was settled back in his crib, and Leah was waiting for you in the bedroom, her bag already packed for camp. You walked over to her as she set her phone down on the bed. She pulled you down to lay on top of her by your hips.
âRight, letâs pack some things yeah?â She said, placing a kiss on your forehead.
âYeah, letâs get started,â you replied, though the idea of moving from this spot was far less appealing than staying wrapped up in her arms.
Leahâs hand rubbed soothing circles on your back as if sensing your reluctance. âWeâll take it one step at a time, pretty girl. Besides, Iâm really looking forward to having you and Finley with me. Itâll be nice to come back to the two of you after training.â
You smiled at her words. The idea of being together, even amongst the chaos of sleep regression, was a comfort. You gently pushed yourself up, giving Leah the space to get off the bed.
Leah opened up the wardrobe and started pulling out some of Finleyâs essentials that were still in your wardrobe. She picked out some onesies, sleep suits and a few outfits that would do him for the week as well as some spare clothes. You busied yourself with your own things, packing clothes that were comfortable but presentable enough for camp.
As you packed, you caught sight of Leah occasionally glancing over at you with a smile. You caught Leahâs gaze and couldnât help but smile back.
âCaught you staring,â you teased, folding a jumper into your bag.
Leah walked over to you and wrapped her arms around your waist from behind. âCanât help it with a pretty wife like you.â
You laughed softly, leaning back into her embrace. âFlattery will get you everywhere, Williamson.â
She chuckled, pressing a kiss to your neck. âJust stating the truth.â
With your bags packed and Finleyâs essentials gathered, you both finished getting ready for the day. Leah insisted on carrying the heavier bags to the car, leaving you to focus on Finley, who had woken up once more, but this time with a bright smile on his face, as if the rough night was forgotten.
âLook whoâs finally in a good mood,â Leah said as she placed the last bag into the boot. She walked over to where you were holding Finley and ran a gentle hand over his blonde hair. âYou gonna be a good boy today, little man?â
Finley cooed, his tiny hands reaching out to Leah. She took him from you with ease, lifting him in the air and blowing a raspberry on his tummy, which made him giggle. The sound of his laughter was infectious, and you found yourself grinning despite the weariness that still clung to you.
âHeâs definitely a Mummaâs boy,â you said, watching them as Finley giggled although you werenât sure how long itâd last for.
âNah! You love us both the same donât you Bubba?â Leah replied, tickling Finleyâs stomach.
After securing Finley in his car seat and double-checking that everything was packed, the three of you set off for the training camp. The drive was long, Finley kept dozing off in the backseat just to wake up thirty minutes later.
You had to stop a few times during the three-hour drive which made it into almost five hours. When you arrived, the team greeted you warmly. Finley was the star, as perusal, and was passed around from person to person for a quick cuddle.
âHi little man,â Keira cooed as Leah held him, âYou look grumpy! Look at that frown, just like your Mummaâs!â
âOi!â Leah smiled, playfully hitting Keiraâs shoulder, âHeâs going through a sleep regression so heâs tired.â
Keira tickled his stomach quickly, âOh so youâre grumpy without sleep then like your Mumma?â
As the day went on, Leah headed to training and you headed up to your hotel room so you could get unpacked and settled with Finley.
A few days later, you found yourself pacing the hotel room trying to soothe a fussy Finley who refused to settle down for his nap. His little face was scrunched up in discomfort, you had tried everything. It had been four days since you and Leah had slept properly, and the exhaustion was beginning to take its toll.
Just as you were about to try rocking Finley in the chair again, your phone rang. Balancing Finley in one arm, you fished it out of your pocket, seeing Keira's name on the screen.
âHey, Kei,â you answered, your voice strained with fatigue.
âHey,â Keiraâs voice was gentle but she sounded worried at the same time. âListen, Leahâs having an endo flare-up. She didnât get to her medication in time, and it hit her pretty hard. Weâre bringing her back up to the room now.â
Your heart sank, she always took her medication on time. âWhat, is she alright?â
âShe will be, but sheâs in a lot of pain. Beth and I are with her, and weâll help her get settled. Just wanted to give you a heads-up because weâre just leaving training and weâll be upstairs in a few minutes.â
âThanks, Kei,â you said, glancing at Finley who was still squirming in your arms. âIâm trying to settle Finley, but heâs really fussy today. Iâll be here when you arrive.â
You hung up, worry gnawing at you. Leah had always been good at taking her meds, but when her endometriosis flared up and she didnât have any medication, it was debilitating. You knew how much she hated being in pain, and the thought of her suffering made your heartache.
A few minutes later, the door opened, and Keira and Beth entered, supporting Leah between them. She was doubled over, her face pale and twisted in pain. The sight of her like this made your chest tighten.
âLe,â you breathed, your voice filled with concern.
Keira and Beth gently guided her to the bed, helping her lie down. Leah winced, clutching her abdomen as she tried to find a comfortable position. You wanted to rush to her side, but Finleyâs cries kept you rooted where you were.
âLetâs get you settled, yeah?â Beth said softly, pulling the covers up around Leah.
âIâm sorry,â Leah whispered, her voice hoarse from the pain. âI need to help you settle, Finn.â
âItâs okay, Iâm trying,â you replied, wishing you could do more. âThe team doctors are coming, right?â
Keira nodded. âTheyâre on their way with some pain relief.â
Beth looked at you, âWhy donât I take Finley out for a walk? I can have him for a bit so you can focus on Leah.â
You hesitated, feeling torn. Finley was fussy, and you didnât want to burden Beth with it, but at the same time, you knew Leah needed you. Finally, you nodded, reluctantly handing Finley over to Beth.
âThank you,â you said, your voice thick with gratitude.
Beth smiled warmly. âItâs no problem. Weâll be fine, wonât we little man? You just take care of Leah.â
Beth grabbed Finleyâs nappy bag which had everything she would need in it as well as some formula and bottles in case he needed a feed. Keira slid the nappy bag under his pram and pushed it out of the room as Beth carried Finley.
As Beth left the room with Finley, the team doctors arrived. They administered pain relief to Leah, and after what felt like an eternity, you could see the tension slowly start to ease from her body. The lines of pain on her face softened, and she let out a shaky breath.
Once the doctors had gone and the room had quieted, you sat down on the bed, gently brushing a strand of hair from Leahâs forehead.
âWhy didnât you take your meds, Le?â you asked softly, your voice tinged with worry. âYou know how important it is.â
Leah looked at you, guilt flashing in her eyes. âI just⌠I forgot. Weâve been so busy with Finley, and I didnât even realise until it was too late. I completely forgot about my period being due.â
You felt guilty, knowing that sheâd been putting Finleyâs needs above her own, just as you had. âIâm so sorry, Leah. I shouldâve reminded you.â
âDonât,â Leah whispered, reaching out to take your hand. âThis isnât your fault. Weâre both exhausted, trying to do our best. It just slipped my mind.â
You leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. âWeâll get through this, together. Iâll help you remember next time.â
Leah smiled weakly, her hand squeezing yours. âI know. Thank you.â
With the pain relief finally working, Leahâs breathing began to even out, and her eyes grew heavy with sleep. You climbed into bed beside her, wrapping your arms around her waist, needing to feel her close.
âI love you,â you whispered, resting your head on her shoulder.
âI love you too,â Leah murmured, her voice drowsy. âWeâll figure it out⌠just need some rest.â
The two of you lay there, holding each other, the exhaustion finally catching up with you both. The room was quiet, slowly, the tension in your body melted away, and for the first time in days, you felt yourself drifting into a peaceful sleep.
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Long Distance
Weiss:*reading*
Bzzz! Bzzz!
Weiss:*presses speaker* This is Weiss Schnee.
Winter:Weiss, I apologize for bothering you while youâre on leave, but thereâs a situation that canât-
AAAAARRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!
Weiss:Was thatâŚa Leviathan?
Winter:Yes. Itâs 55 miles due east of Argus. Weâre on site but could use more power. If it gets closer-
Weiss:Evacuating procedures start. I really donât feel like moving all that much.
Winter:Youâre only three months pregnant.
Weiss:With twins. Letâs not forget that part. I feel bloated as hell. How many airships and do you have any heavy hitters there.
Penny:Saluuutations!!! Four airships in total!
Nora:Hiiii Weiss! Hope youâre putting your feet up!
Winter:That answer your question?
Weiss:*closes book* Nora, Penny, letâs play catch.
Penny and Nora:Ready anytime!
The tired young lady walks over to the fire escape and takes the stairs up to apartment complex roof.
Weiss:You said East?
Winter:Yep.
Penny:Thereâs a five mile head wind!
Weiss:Thank you!
She summons an Arma Gigas and lets it grow to its full size. One hand summons its mighty blade while Weiss creates a second blade made of ice for it to use. The grand beast began to spin slowly, its speed ramping up with each full cycle thanks to the weight of the blades. It wasnât long before it actually chucked the blade in the right hand like a frisbee, then let the left blade fly out of its hand.
Weiss:Coming at ya!
xxxxxx
Leviathan:AAAAARRRGGHH!
Nora:Hold on a sec!
Winter:Stop acting like it understands you.
Nora:It knows itâs doing a lot.
Penny:*flying* Incoming gifts!
She points at two shimmering blades soaring higher than the airships at intimidating speed.
Nora:Uhh Winter?
Winter:I got it. Just jump.
Nora leaps out the ship into Pennyâs arms and gets tossed sky high. Penny maxes out her thrusts to intercept the ice blade at the perfect time to grab the hilt; while Nora is added by Winter with the help of a giant gravity glyph that not only slows the speed of the sword enough for her catch without flying off, but also remain in the sky at the perfect angle.
With both girls above on each side of the beast, they launch themselves down diagonally. Nora swings downward from the left of the neck near the gills while Penny swings skyward, causing the Leviathan to lose its mind, literally. The head came clean off. Winter caught Nora and brought her back as the girls dropped the giant blades.
Weiss:Everything good? IâŚhave two more of those in me.
Winter:On behalf of Argus, Atlas, and Mantle, we thank you for your services.
Weiss:Write it on a check and send it to my landlord.
Winter:Done.
Nora and Penny:Byyyye Weiss! Take care! Love you!
Weiss:Love you too! Donât work too hard!
She hangs up with a satisfied sigh, her summon fading away as she makes it back inside. Weiss returns to her book just in time for Jaune to walk through the door.
Jaune:Hello, my Snow Angel. How has your day been?
Weiss:Jaune, I fear I might be really amazing. Dare I say, awesome?
Jaune:I definitely would. *kisses forehead*
Weiss:*smiles* Hopefully our kids think so.
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