#staff member: 'oh honey listen. if i could...'

[snarp]

me, texting: "Hey, I'm calling to see if Uncertainty the Cat is ready to go home?" "Hang on and let me check - oh you said UNCERTAINTY? That sweet sweet little boy? Oh my gosh let me tell you I love Uncertainty, I've been letting him run around the office with me and he is just"

thegeekgene: Good

thegeekgene: Correct reaction to Uncertainty

me: Waiting to pick him up, and they've visibly been moving him back in line every time someone else shows up to pick up an animal, presumably because he is Good And Quiet. I keep hearing them tell other customers like "he sure does have a personality" "she is READY to go home"

[ripleyresonance]

Picture Imperfect

Rhea Ripley x Ex-girlfriend reader (18+)

Warnings: Smut/mentions of heartbreak/shitty fiance

Summary: Your ex-girlfriend shows up at your engagement party. Will old habits die hard or the wish of a stable life prevail.

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Everything was perfect.

Or, at least, it was supposed to be.

The garden sparkled in the evening light, every flowerbed meticulously arranged, the white roses glowing like polished porcelain amidst the reds and pinks. The fountains sprayed high in delicate arcs, catching the light as they crisscrossed above the paths. Staff moved with quiet precision, setting out silverware, fluffing napkins, and positioning signs with swirling letters that promised, “To Happily Ever After.”

You took a steadying breath, hands smoothing over the silk fabric of your dress. This is what you wanted, you reminded yourself. You were doing the right thing, the practical thing, the smart thing. He was the safe choice, the perfect match on paper—the dependable, successful kind of man you could build a future with. The man who made sense.

You glanced up at the balcony, catching sight of your fiancé as he gave you a practiced smile and a wink, a sign that everything was falling into place. That this picture of perfection, this life you’d worked so hard to create, was as flawless as it appeared. A life where you could feel… secure. Settled.

This is what I wanted, you told yourself again, a touch more firmly.

Then, arms slipped around your waist, spinning you around, his face beaming with pride. “Don’t you look stunning, my love?”

You forced a light laugh. “Oh, stop, I’m not even—”

“But look at this,” he interrupted, stepping back to admire his suit, catching his reflection in the nearby glass with a grin. You pasted on a bright smile. “Oh, wow, honey, you look… great!”

You moved to slip your arms around him, wanting to feel that warmth, that connection, something real to reassure you. “You know, we do have an hour to ourselves before guests arrive…” You lowered your voice, pressing a little closer. But he darted back quickly, smoothing his jacket with a practiced, panicked motion. “Careful, babe—you’ll wrinkle the suit!”

You let out a laugh that felt strained, the moment already slipping away. Stay calm. This is the right choice.

“Oh, I just thought—” you started, but he cut you off again.

“Hey, use the time to cover that little pimple, hmm?” he chuckled, tapping his cheek. “Can’t have you looking bad in the family photos.”

The words stung, but you swallowed the hurt. This is good, you reminded yourself, holding back any sign of frustration. This is right. He’s dependable. Reliable. The kind of man who would stay.Or be too afraid to leave. 

You took another deep breath, stepping into the dress you’d chosen for the evening—a soft yellow to complement his gray suit. You turned, catching your reflection, and forced another smile.

This is everything you wanted.

Or at least, everything you’d convinced yourself you needed.

But an hour into the party, and your fiancé was long gone, laughing with old friends and family members. You drifted from conversation to conversation, half-listening to his uncle drone on about property values in Morocco, until you finally spotted your friends, Indi and Candace, laughing at a table tucked in the corner.

“There’s the woman of the hour!” Candace cheered as you reached them.

“In a very… uninspired dress,” Indi teased, sticking her tongue out.

You gave her a playful glare, reaching over to swipe her glass of champagne, taking a hearty sip as she flicked you off with a grin.

“It’s the perfect complement to my fiancé’s designer suit, thank you very much,” you replied dryly.

“Right. And your fiancé is… where?” Candace said, glancing around the crowd, while Indi jokingly ducked to look under the table.

You sighed, the forced smile faltering. “Last I saw him, he left me with Aunt Jen to discuss our ideal number of children…”

“And we’re supposed to be happy for you because…?” Candace arched a brow.

“Because… he’s stable? Because he’s… safe?” you offered, trying to sound sure of it.

Indi leaned forward, taking your hand in hers. “It’s just not like you. You used to be the life of the party—the one dragging us to dive bars at midnight, buying rounds of those awful Jell-O shots. You’d be making out with Rhea in the corner before the night was even halfway over.”

A small, wistful smile tugged at your lips. The memories came rushing back—the late nights, the messy laughs, Rhea’s intense gaze that always felt like it saw straight through to your soul. Even the little things, like dancing barefoot in her tiny apartment, felt like magic.

“We can’t live in the past forever, can we?” you said, clearing your throat, pushing the memories back where they belonged. The ache lingered anyway.

Indi hesitated. “But with Rhea—”

“No Rhea mentions tonight, please.” You shook your head, the words coming out more forcefully than you intended. “We broke up for a reason. She was flying all over, living out her dream. And I was… I was just there.”

“But you were happy,” Indi said quietly, her gaze unwavering.

You tried to muster up a convincing smile. “With Matt, it’s different. All he wants is a clean house and someone by his side. I know he’s not just going to disappear. With Rhea… I never knew if she’d stay.”

Candace sighed, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “But when’s the last time you felt real joy? When’s the last time you let loose, or did something that actually excited you?”

You shrugged, forcing a breezy tone. “Can’t you just be happy for me? For one night?”

The worried look Indi and Candace exchanged only deepened the hollow feeling in your chest. But with a tight smile, you excused yourself, making your way back into the crowd, the pressure of perfection building as you found your fiancé’s cousins. They started telling stories about his college days, and you tried to listen, but the voices of your friends kept echoing in your head.

They were right. The old you would’ve laughed at this garden party, with its perfect decor, its soft violin music, its endless parade of well-heeled guests. The old you would be in some dimly lit bar with Rhea, dancing to blaring rock music, the two of you yelling the lyrics into each other’s faces, laughing until your sides hurt. You could almost feel her hands on your waist, pulling you close, her voice murmuring in your ear, “Just you and me, yeah?”

Those were the days when you barely made rent, working long shifts in a retail job you despised. But somehow, even with all the chaos and uncertainty, you were happy, because she was there. You’d found a home in her arms, even if it was temporary.

You let out a shaky breath, memories tugging at your heart, the last conversation with her replaying in your mind. “I can’t keep asking you to wait for me,” Rhea had said that night, her voice low, eyes sad. “I don’t want to be the reason you feel stuck.”

It had felt like she’d ripped something out of you, but you’d told yourself it was the right thing. You wanted stability, something secure. And here you were, right where you’d imagined you wanted to be.

Hours later, as the garden party went on, you finally found your fiancé, engrossed in a conversation about work and upcoming IPOs. You excused yourself, feeling the need for something stronger than champagne. You headed for the bar, ordering a whiskey sour.

Eyes closed, you took a steadying breath, willing yourself to feel the satisfaction you’d hoped this night would bring.

“Tough day, huh?”

Your eyes flew open, and you turned toward the voice.

There, standing beside Indi, was a familiar figure, broad shoulders, muscular arms, dark hair slightly tousled, and that small, crooked smirk you knew so well.

“Surprise,” Indi said softly, giving you a half-smile, as Rhea’s gaze met yours, unflinching.

You stood frozen, your heart pounding in disbelief. This had to be some strange dream. You’d seen Rhea on TV since the breakup, but nothing could have prepared you to see her right here, looking back at you with that familiar warmth in her eyes, like no time had passed at all.

Finally, you managed to choke out, “Indi, can I speak with you…in private?”

Indi gave Rhea a quick, apologetic look before following you a few steps away. The moment you were out of earshot, you hissed, “What the hell, dude!” giving Indi a quick slap on the arm, louder than you intended.

“Don’t hate me!” Indi cringed, raising her hands defensively. “We were out at a bar last week, and I just casually mentioned you were engaged. She practically begged me for the details! And… I may have let it slip about the party,” she mumbled, glancing sheepishly away.

You opened your mouth, ready to let her have it, but stopped short as something sank in. She begged you for details?

Indi’s smile softened, her expression turning a bit sad. “She looked like she was going to burst into tears, if I’m being honest.”

You glanced over your shoulder. There she was, talking with Candace, that easy smile lighting up her face as if she were exactly where she belonged. She was somehow even more striking than you remembered, her frame solid and powerful, the black dress clinging in all the right places. You couldn’t help but remember countless nights when that same dress ended up on your bedroom floor.

Clearing your throat, you whipped back to face Indi, feeling a familiar ache you’d tried so hard to ignore. “And how, exactly, am I supposed to explain to my fiancé that my ex-girlfriend is here?”

Indi smirked, tilting her head toward the far side of the garden, where your fiancé stood, laughing with his friends. “Oh, please. Do you really think he’d even notice if you disappeared for a little while? He looks pretty wrapped up in… himself.”

You chewed your lip, fighting the pull of emotions rising in your chest. From across the garden, Candace caught your eye and gave a subtle, encouraging nod toward Rhea, silently coaxing you to go.

“Fine. Twenty minutes,” you muttered, the words escaping before you could fully think them through. “I’ll talk to Rhea for twenty minutes in the study. If anyone asks where I am, you come and get me.”

Indi’s eyes twinkled with a knowing smile as you took a deep breath, steadying yourself before turning back to Rhea. Candace opened her mouth to say something, but you cut her off.

“Twenty minutes. You, me, library. Start walking,” you ordered, keeping your tone steady as you brushed past Rhea toward the house.

“Yes, ma’am.” Rhea’s reply was light but carried that touch of mischief, and as she shot a concerned look at Indi and Candace, she fell in step behind you.

You moved quickly through the hallways, keeping your steps silent, glancing back now and then to be sure no one was following. When you finally reached the study, you shut the doors behind you, feeling a surge of emotions you’d kept buried for so long.

The words came out before you could stop them. “Do you think my life is some kind of game? Something you can just drop in on whenever you feel like it?”

Rhea’s eyes widened slightly, but she gave a small chuckle. “I’d never play games with your life, but it seems like maybe you are. You used to love making your Sims suffer for fun, but now you’re doing it to yourself.” She cocked her head toward the door. “Seriously, it’s bad enough you’re getting married, but to that guy? I’m not sure his ego could even fit through that doorway.”

You took a breath, caught between the biting truth in her words and the stability you’d worked so hard to build.

Yeah? And what would you even know about my life now?” you scoffed, arms crossing as you kept your gaze on her. “You left it, remember? And look at you now—you seem pretty happy with things. I even saw your face on a toy in Walmart the other day. Real superstar over here."

Rhea sighed, crossing her arms but keeping her eyes on you, a hint of guilt flickering there. “I’m not here to shit on you. It’s just… none of this feels like you,” she said, her voice softer.

“Yeah, well, maybe you don’t know me as well as you think,” you shot back, but Rhea held up a hand, cutting you off gently.

“I know I’m the one who called things off,” she started, voice catching slightly. “And I know it’s been nearly two years, but… I can’t just stand by and watch someone I love ruin their future like this.” She took a small step closer, as if afraid you’d move away.

“‘Loved,’” you corrected her sharply, deflecting. But she stepped even closer, her hand reaching out to catch yours, her grip firm and familiar.

“Love,” she whispered, voice low, her eyes locked onto yours. The intensity in her gaze made your heart stutter, the sincerity of it so raw, just like the day she’d left you. She held your gaze, and you felt the walls you’d built start to crack.

For a moment, everything felt like it had back then—the nights you’d spent together, laughing, arguing, knowing each other so deeply it hurt. But you forced yourself to pull back, snapping back to the present as you broke free of her hold.

“No… no,” you muttered, stepping around her. “I’m not doing this with you again, Rhea. I can’t. You were my everything, and you walked away.” You felt your voice rising, your frustration and heartbreak bubbling over. “You were my world, Rhea. I would have done anything for you—God, I would’ve moved heaven and earth if you’d asked, no questions asked. But it wasn’t enough, was it?”

Her face softened, her posture almost crumbling as she took in your words, letting them land. “I thought… I thought I was doing what was best for you,” she whispered. “Letting you go, leaving, it wasn’t because you weren’t enough. It was because I loved you enough to think… you deserved more.”

You felt a bitter laugh slip out, even as tears began to blur your vision. “So what’s the plan here, then? You want me to call off my engagement, break off my stable, safe future… for you? Just because you finally figured out what you lost?”

“Please, just… listen.” Rhea’s voice was soft, pleading. “I know I messed up. I know I made the choice for both of us, and I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. But I can’t stand the thought of you spending yours unhappy, pretending it’s enough.”

You shook your head, trying to focus, to keep your heart locked up tight. “Maybe I don’t deserve more. Maybe predictable, maybe… comfortable… maybe that’s enough for me.” But even as you said it, you knew she could hear the crack in your voice.

She stepped forward, hands shaking slightly as they cupped your face. “Look at me. Are you really happy?”

Her question made your heart ache. You wanted to scream, to push her away, but as her thumb brushed against your cheek, something broke inside you. Your voice was barely a whisper. “I don’t know anymore.”

In that moment, the gap between you felt unbearable. And before you could second-guess yourself, you reached out, grabbing her face and pulling her down into a kiss, fierce and hungry, every ounce of anger and heartbreak pouring out. Rhea tensed, stunned, but then her hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you in, her kiss deepening as if she’d been starved for this as long as you had.

It felt like time had rewound, like everything you’d both lost was suddenly within reach. Her lips tasted of salt and need, her arms strong and steady as they lifted you effortlessly, guiding you back to the desk. She set you down carefully, her forehead pressed to yours as her fingers trailed up your chin, finally tracing the outline of your lips.

“Let me make it up to you,” she murmured, voice rough with emotion, her eyes fixed on you with a seriousness that took your breath away.

Your heart pounded as you traced your fingers along her jaw, memorizing the feeling. “I shouldn’t… this is crazy…”

But she silenced you with another kiss, gentler this time, her fingers tangling in your hair, every touch filled with unspoken promises, like an answer to the questions you’d buried. And suddenly, you couldn’t hold back.

You parted your lips slowly, allowing her fingers to slip inside, and without thinking, your tongue moved over them, instinctively savoring the warmth of her touch. You held her gaze the entire time, knowing exactly what it did to her—that flicker of excitement and the way her lip caught between her teeth, barely containing a smile as she watched you.

A slow, unspoken tension passed between you, thickening the air, her fingers lingering just a moment longer than they needed to. The intensity in her eyes was impossible to ignore, dark with longing, as though the world beyond this moment had ceased to matter entirely.

“You’re always such a good girl for me huh.” Rhea smirked removing her fingers. 

“And I’m so sorry I left you aching for so long.” Rhea said starting to move the silk up your thigh with her other hand making you gasp. 

“Ill make sure to..thoughouly appologize.’ Rhea said slipping the wet fingers under your panties. 

You cursed under your breath leaning back and arching your back a little pushing out your breast. 

“I should have known you would be wet for me. No matter how much time has passed. No matter who your with. This will always be my…fucking…cunt.” Rhea said pressing harder into your clit making you moan. 

She continued slowly rubbing up and down your slit making small circles on your clit she knew drove you crazy. 

“You fucking asshole..please-oh my god.” you groaned as she pushed them into your entrance. Your pussy molding to her fingers like it was a habbit as you groaned and squirmed under her grasp. 

“Cmon sweetheart let out those pretty moans for me I can tell your close. Cum on my fingers just like you used to.” Rhea encouraged picking up the pace and pushing  you over the edge. 

You barely had a moment to catch your breath before Rhea’s hand found the slit in her dress, sweeping it aside with practiced ease. In one fluid movement, she dropped to her knees before you, lifting your leg over her shoulder with a confidence that made your pulse race. Her eyes flicked up to yours, a silent promise passing between you, deep and familiar.

“Rhe wait it’s to sensitive I- fuck!” you yelped as her tounge danced across your clit. 

“Cmon baby I know you can give me one more. I could hear you moan all day.” Rhea groaned pressing her lips against your clit and taking it in her mouth. 

The instant her mouth met you, a shockwave rippled through your body, forcing you to arch back as a raw, unfiltered moan escaped your lips. Your hand flew to her hair, tangling in the soft, dark strands, and you felt the cold press of your engagement ring catch, glinting there as if it were a witness to the undeniable pull between you. The weight of that ring—the promise it held to someone else—should have felt wrong, but as her grip tightened on your thigh and she took you deeper, it only made this feel more inevitable, more electric, like a secret you’d longed to surrender to.

Shame should have washed over you, but all you felt was a raw, unapologetic hunger. You’d never thought you’d find yourself on this side of betrayal, but here you were, and the way Rhea moved, the way she knew every unspoken part of you, eclipsed anything you’d felt in years. This wasn’t something you could walk away from—no, not now.

The sloppy erotic sounds between your legs filled the room, blending with your own ragged breaths. When her eyes met yours, a flicker of something deep, an understanding you hadn’t felt with anyone else, you could feel yourself spiraling toward that edge again. Words tumbled out, almost involuntarily, as your walls dropped, and all the feelings you’d tried to bury started to surface, raw and undeniable.

“Please Rhea, take me away from here. Make me feel like this every night again. I’ll be your good girl just like I used to-mhp! Just please.” You panted closer to the edge. 

“I promise you my love. Its you and me against the world.” Rhea smiled into your cunt as she started swirling her tounge in an unholy manner making you cover your own mouth before a scream escaped as you came harder than you could have ever imagined in her mouth. 

Rhea lapped up every drop as excruciatingly slow as possible saving every drop. 

You leaned back against the desk, heart still racing, trying to catch your breath. The sunset filtered through the window, casting a warm glow that caught on the diamond of your engagement ring—one you suddenly felt ready to leave behind.

“Did you… really mean it?” you panted softly, looking down at Rhea.

She stayed kneeling in front of you, her eyes softening, serious in a way that left no room for doubt. “I’m already on one knee, aren’t I?” she whispered.

You half-expected her to flash that familiar smirk, but when you looked down, her expression was unguarded, vulnerable. She was really waiting for you.

“So, you think you can just waltz into my engagement party, plead for me to take you back, have your way with me in my fiancé’s study, and—” your words faltered, breath hitching as the weight of it all sunk in. “And act like I’m supposed to forget that you broke my heart?”

A flicker of worry crossed her face as you tilted her chin up to meet your eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Took you long enough, Ripley,” you said, the smile breaking free.

Rhea’s face lit up with a joy that felt almost childlike. In one swift move, she scooped you up, spinning you around as laughter spilled out of you both, the weight of years melting away.

When she finally set you down, she looked at you with a promise in her eyes. “I’m going to keep that smile on your face every day,” she murmured, pressing her lips to yours in a kiss that felt like forever, yet left you wanting more.

A knock on the door jolted you both back to reality.

“Hey, groom’s on the hunt!” Indi called from outside. “Something about a speech he wants to make for you.”

You felt panic bubble up, but Rhea squeezed your hand, a playful glint in her eye. “I’ll see you in ten minutes,” she said, already plotting. “I think I have some sprinklers to… accidentally set off.”

 She gave your hand one last kiss before slipping toward the door, her voice dropping to a playful whisper. “Oh, and sweetheart… might want to leave that ring on the desk. Don’t want any misunderstandings about whose fiancée you are.”

You grinned, unable to help yourself as you slipped off the ring, feeling the lightness that came with it. Following her out the door, you found Indi waiting, arms crossed, eyebrows raised.

“So, what kind of trouble are we about to get into?” she asked, smirking.

You couldn’t help the grin spreading across your face, feeling lighter than you had in years. 

“Might want to ditch those heels, Indi,” you said, voice bubbling with excitement. “I’ve got a future to catch.”

Hellooooo lovelies I hope you are well! I had this idea the other day between writing vampire part 2 so I had to provide it since rhea is on hiatus anyway. I DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING THIS IS A FANTASY.

[mmc-veronica]

NeverEnding Story - A' English Translation

wow. its been a while. here's the final part to A''s Unlimited drama cd! this is not proofread and i'm a bit sick right now so sorry if some of the translation is inaccurate! translation is under the cut!

Well? How is it?

Right?! And on top of that, did you notice anything?

Wow! As expected of my Honey! This… I didn’t know which part I should spoil! Ermm… well as you heard, I tried to make a song based off of a day in the life with my Honey! Well you see, as the leader, I have to spread around a charged up happiness and doesn't turning a day filled with happiness into a song kind of sound perfect for that? Well to be honest I think I made it too personal, but I think the beauty of the E-tan world kind of drowns it out! Well either way, with the power of the happiness of this song, the Girls that will listen to this will have a freeing and indulgent type of happiness that’ll rain down on them, there’s no doubt…well?!

Right? Right? That’s the type of song that I wanted! How do you say… a song that makes you have fun just by listening to it! Well… putting aside the fact that the other members were drunk as hell while finishing up the song, it turned out the way I wanted so for now it’s okay! More than anything, I got to see my Honey’s smile, so it’s no problem and there’s still tens of millions of points worth of appeal! 

Ehehe, what’s with that? But! But! With that included, it’s all going to my plan! As the Ambassador of Happiness, the most important thing is my own happiness, I’ve told you before!

Well of course I’ll let you listen to it! Um… but I’ll say this first, it’s not a sad song or anything, so don’t get any wrong ideas, okay?

Well to those who don’t know anything, probably. I think they’ll just think “oh lalala what a nice song,” I think even my own members think that but… I’ve already told you a lot so I’d feel bad if you read too much into it. On that note, if you listen to it until the very end, I believe you’ll know what kind of song it is.

Yay! Then I’m looking forward to it even more now! With that being said, the curtain is rising on the stage of A’, spreading happiness even further! 

[Mirror House starts playing]

I would’ve changed it without being told!

Agh!!! Don’t bring my Honey into this conversation!

What’s some masked guy like you going to do about this?!

Ahh.. ugh! We’ve just unveiled our new songs and I wanted to have some fun with my Honey but that fucking bastard is so extreme! Ah, Honey-san, there’s a step right here so watch your step~

Fuck! I didn’t hear anything about an equipment inspection for the studio, give me a break!

Um… well… I guess I do want people to listen to our new song’s first performance in a good atmosphere. I guess that’d be a good thing! 

Gasp Really?! If you say that my usual self confidence goes up exponentially! 

Ehehe, that’s natural, though! If it’s not like that then there’d be no meaning to it, right? It has meaning because I’m the one singing it. It’s a song for me, right? But… the reason I wrote that song… is because I have you by my side. 

Hehe! There you go again, saying things like that! You’re always so modest~ Well, even so my love for you is exploding

Heh! Just as I thought, you understand it properly! That song’s true meaning, I mean. 

Well I wonder, where is it? But… I think that I should try to go everywhere that I can, as NSFW’s Charisma Vocalist and Ambassador of Happiness E-tan, or A’. I say all that, but of course you’ll be by my side, too. From now on, and on, and on, and on~! Yes! Thank you~ Kiss

Mmhmmhmm! This is it! The flavor that can make me the happiest in the world! It’s name is Honey~! How should I put it… I’m in the mood right now to pin you down right now but this is the staff entrance to the agency so there someone could come at any moment like another guy or another guy or a Momo-san who’s on his way to take a smoke break! What we need right now is a private place to escape to, I know~! So with that being said, Honey-san, let’s set forth to the Yamanote line to my place, of course! And with no delay, let's go!

[grunge-innie]

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Talk too much [🦊]

Genre:fluff,blurb,established relationship

Pairings:Yeonjun x GN!reader

Pronouns:none

Warnings:one curse word,and slightly suggestive at the end

Summary:Kissing in the night,on a hammock,in a nature is everyone's dream,right(not just me?)

A/N:this is fully inspired by TALK X TODAY season 4 ep 9 so if you haven't watched it i recommend you do just for the better visuals and understanding.But you can ofc still read this without watching it,it's just a very comforting video for me.This blurb is inspired by a song Talk to Much by COIN,so I recommend listening to it while reading.Enjoy😊

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After a very fulfilling and upbeat day it was safe to say that you were exhausted.

You see,the boys were swimming in a pool for the majority of the day and their upbeat and excited behaviour wore off on to you and other staff members.

You are mutual friend of these guys and you were very grateful that they decided to invite you to their little vacation,even though you wouldn't be able to talk to them as much bcs of the cameras.

After spending some time with Beomgyu watching him blow the balloons and seeing what Soobin,Hyuka and Taehyun were doing,you decided to check up on your boyfriend Yeonjun.

You weren't really sure where he actually was,so you were kind of just walking around with two cups of coke in your hands.You didn't mind walking alone though,because the night was so beautiful and it contrasted the vild morning and day that you had.

After some walking you finally saw a familiar head of black hair lying on a nearby hammock,camera pointing at him.

You approached the hammock from the behind,slowly putting cups down on the ground.

"BOO"You said grabbing Yeonjun's shoulders.

"GAAAHH"He screamed almost falling off the hammock."Oh it's just you"

"Yeah,who did you think it was?"You said crouching down and taking the cups of off the ground.

"I don't know one of those assholes."He said sitting up so he can make some space for you."Most likely Beomgyu"

"Nah,he's really calm right now,just blowing the bubbles in the corner"You said pointing a cup in his direction,which he gladly took with a silent thank you.

You two just sat there in a comfortable silence enjoying the scenery around you and your alone time without any cameras until Yeonjun saw you slightly shivering.

"You cold,sweetheart?"

"Kind of"You said rubbing your arms in an attempt to make yourself warmer.It seemed like you underestimated the cold summer nights.

"Here"Yeonjun said taking off his flannel and wrapping it around your shoulders.

"Better?"

"Yeah,but now you will get cold"

"No I won't"

"Yeonjun you are literally in short sleeves right now."

"It's fine,better me than you"He said sending an over the top wink your way,which made you punch his arm.This made him let out a dramatic groan and wrap you in his arms pushing you both into a lying down position,with you on top of him.

"Now none of us will be cold"He said kissing the top of your head.

"You're too much Junnie"

"I know"He said showing you one of his charming smirks,which made you raise your eyebrows at him.

"Oh,you know you love it"He said referring to his flirty persona.

"I kind of do."You said raising your head to look at him in the eyes.

"Oh,just kind of?"He said holding your chin in his hands and pulling your face closer to his,now speaking his word right next to your mouth,your noses touching.

"You talk too much Yeonjun,I want to see you in action"You said with a sudden urge of confidence in you.

"You want some action,alright,then honey put your lips on mine"

And put your lips on his you did,slowly moving them in the silence of the night,with crickets in the background.Yeonjun placing his hands on the back of your head and pulling you closer to him,like asking you for a challenge on who could hold on longer without oxygen.At the end you pulled back but still kept your face close to his.

"You still think I talk too much?"

"For sure"

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ok first this i funny bc i think the last ask i js put in was not as an anon which is fine bc it's really not that deep but i signed it as my anon name (which i adore btw tysm for that) and i js think that's quite silly

ANYWHORE....

so as we all know midterms are a terrible rotten creation and the person who made them deserves to burn in hell (maybe that's a stretch but they certainly get zero brownie points from me 😠) and ofc you absolutely feel that way when you're studying for them. and YES okay, you studied bc failing bc you didn't study and failing bc you don't understand the material are two very different things. the minute you find out you're absolutely CRUSHED bc you work sooooo hard in this class and are always studying and doing what's required of you but it just doesn't make a single ounce of fucking sense in your brain. so you trek back to your place all mopey and sad and on top of that you have work tonight, and don't get it twisted you love your job (otherwise you wouldn't have met harry) but all you want to do rn is curl up in a ball and shovel loads of junk food in your fat gob and wallow in the feelings of pity and being a failure :(((((((. but you can't bc for whatever reason the government says you're legally and big girl and have to take care of yourself (fuck that) so you put on your little uniform and walk the few blocks it takes to get to Pleasing. ppl can tell you're sad and just not your regular chipper self when you come in, but they also know it's best to leave you be in these situations bc you're bound to start SOBBING if someone asks what's wrong and as much as your coworkers love and care for you they cannot afford to be down a staff member so you crying is not any option 💀💀. so you're going through your shift and it's honestly better than you thought it would be bc it's keeping your mind off your grade and how bad it is and your friends and making you laugh, but then the snob of the night just has to come in and ruin the whole mood. you already know you won't like serving him the minute he opens his mouth, all "listen honey..." and you tune out the rest of his words until he finally orders. his date looks bloody miserable, and you wish you could tell her to run for the hills, but at least she's getting a free meal from a five-star restaurant. so yada yada yada things are going relatively fine with the customer until *uh oh* his pasta got messed up. he asked for his cilantro on the side and it, unfortunately for you, came with none at all. you're on the verge of apologizing when he starts chewing you out "what the fuck is your issue? are you really that dense? i get you're just some dumb waitress but you have to have at least half a brain to work at a place like this...." he's so unbelievably rude, causing a scene and grabbing the other customers attention, making them stare as he just yells and yells and yells :(((((. eventually, one of your coworkers, jenny let's say, comes over with the cilantro and slams it on the table and "we're sorry for the inconvenience sir, please enjoy your meal" he doesn't thank them or apologize to you (though his date does which is unnecessary but appreciated) and jenny ushers you away and is all "go see harry hun, it's fine" bc she's one of your closer friends from work and knows more about your relationship with harry than the others. so you run over to his office with a short nod of thanks to her and you don't even bother knocking before you push the door open. and harry's about to scold you until he sees you're crying (which you hadn't realized until just then) and he's pushing away from his desk and rushing to you and "puppy? what's wrong, my sweet girl?" :(((( and so you run down the whole day, from your failed midterm to the shitty customer just a few minutes ago, crying and blubbering into his pristinely pressed shirt. you don't notice that he makes a short call during your rant to get the customer who yelled at you kicked out, but it doesn't matter bc it's short and his full attention is back on you in no time. "baby, m'sorry, so so sorry about your midterm and the mean customers" :(((((( and he wipes your tears away until your cries have settled down to soft hiccups and "c'mon puppy, we're ending the night early"

AND THIS IS TOO LONG HOLD ON

-tummy r*ding anon 😵‍💫

1/3 🥸

[dudadragneel]

AAAAND HERE IT IS!! FINALLY!

*Requests are open*

STUBBORN part.II

By the end of the concert, things had calmed down a bit, with Hyunjin staying on IV drips to help with dehydration. After a few minutes, the members appeared in the room, Chan being in full dad mode.

- Did he get examined?

- Yes, after Minho came down with him, he threw up a few more times, that's why they set an IV. The doctor said it's a pretty bad stomach bug.

- That explains a lot.

- How are you feeling now, Hyunjin-ah?

Minho asked with a menacing expression. You knew what he was going to say after so you tried your best to hold your laughter.

- Better. The best I felt since morning.

- Oh, yeah that's good. You know what will happen when we get home right? 20 minutes at 180 degrees in the air fryer.

- Yes, hyungnim.

The threat made everyone laugh for the first time that day. And that's exactly what happened later but, since he had caught a stomach bug, things were far from being over.

The members took about 40 minutes to change and get everything ready to return to the dorms, long enough for the IV drip to finish. The concert venue was a little far from the dorms, so the ride back would take about an hour, or two if there was traffic.

- Kids, everyone's ready? Grabbed everything?

- Yes, hyung!

- Let's go then.

You turned to Hyunjin and got up from your seat and stood out your hand.

- Can you stand?

- Yes, thanks.

He grabbed your hand, stood up, and pulled you closer for a hug.

- Oh my God you two, let's go already!

Minho said with a disgusting expression. You two couldn't help but laugh, he loved teasing both of you.

Arriving at the van, something deep inside your mind told you to sit more to the front and close to the door, because if he had a stomach bug, things could get bad again.

- Kids, is everyone here? Got everything?

- Yes!

- Alright! Back to the dorms!

The ride started and surprisingly enough, even though they had just finished a full concert, they were still full of energy. Well, it wasn't that surprising, since they were known for their chaotic energy and behavior.

They started talking about the concert, and how the performance lived up to their standards.

They wanted to turn on a life but given Hyunjin's situation and your presence, they thought it would be better not to risk it.

- Hey, Hyunjin-ah, you worked hard today. I'm proud of you.

- Thanks, hyung.

- But, next time listen to us. When you're feeling better we'll talk.

- Yes, hyung.

- But, honestly, you did really well even though you weren't feeling great.

- I didn't want to disappoint STAYs.

- We know.

All of you kept talking about the concert, the best parts, the peculiar things they saw in the audience. It had been a long time since they had this much fun.

Eventually, an important topic came up, food. They were all tired but incredibly hungry as well, and usually, after a concert, the staff would treat them to a banquet.

- So, what are we eating today?

- why don't we go with something everyone likes?

- Pizza?

- Yeah!

For a while, Hyunjin participated in the discussion, but then something deep inside of him started acting up again. The movement of the car, along with the talking was making Hyunjin feel nauseous again, the nausea was building up slowly and he tried to ignore it or deal with it but it was getting stronger.

He decided to sit back and focus his eyes on the road, being aware of the car movement usually helped with car sickness, but this wasn't the case.

You and the boys noticed he'd grown quiet and started to get worried.

- Hey, babe, what's wrong?

- Hyunjin-ah, are you okay?

Chan said putting a hand on the younger's shoulder and giving it a little squeeze.

- I'm feeling a little queasy...

- Kids, let's change the topic and quiet down for a bit.

They started talking more quietly and talked about anything else other than food. You turned your attention to the sick boy sitting beside you.

- Babe, I'm right here.

- Honey, can you hold my hand?

- Sure.

You grabbed his hand and squeezed it a little, reassuring him you were there.

He kept trying to focus on the road, since using his phone in that situation was a big no. But that wasn't working, so he closed his eyes and tried to focus on his breathing and your touch, as you started rubbing his hand.

It seemed to work for a while, but then the van entered a bumpy road and the car wouldn't stop jumping and each movement made Hyunjin's stomach twist and turn.

He felt cold sweat on his neck and back and a burning sensation growing stronger on his chest, he squeezed your hand even tighter, until his knuckles turned white.

-Hey, what is it?

- I really don't feel good...

He felt the contents of his stomach sloshing around and then coming up his throat and started to swallow convulsively, trying to die down the urge to vomit.

- Try to breathe, babe. I'm right here.

He just nodded to your instruction and kept on trying to breathe and swallow, but the road condition wasn't helping. The van hit a rather big bump making the car move harshly and the sudden movement sent Hyunjin's stomach over the edge.

He felt hot liquid hitting the back of his throat, and jerked forward covering his mouth. It took everything in his power to warn you.

- I'm gonna be sick-

- Chan! Pull over!

Chan quickly grabbed a hold of the situation and told the manager to pull over, thankfully they were close to a rest area.

As soon as the van stopped, Chan stormed out of the vehicle and ran to open the door on Hyunjin's side.

- Here, I've got you.

He helped Hyunjin off the van and the young boy immediately bent over the moment he was out of the van, vomit coming out of his mouth violently. He coughed before another stream came out contracting his stomach and arching his back so forcefully, he felt out of breath and swayed forward, almost falling. Thankfully Chan, was by his side to hold him, he wrapped his arms around Hyunjin's body and guided him down to his knees.

- Hey, hey, I've got you, you're safe.

He kept rubbing his back while Hyunjin continued to vomit, each wave making him even more breathless and painful.

You grabbed a water bottle from your bag and made your way to Chan and Hyunjin.

You kneeled next to Hyunjin and started rubbing his stomach as well.

- Oh babe. you're doing good. Let everything out.

Meanwhile, in the van, the boys were clearly worried for Hyunjin, they'd never seen him that sick.

- Minho-hyung, will he be okay?

- Yes. It's just a stomach bug. A nasty one.

They kept talking, some decided to scroll through their phones to distract themselves from what was happening. And then they noticed Felix had gone quiet all of a sudden.

- Hey, Felix, you good?

- I don't know...

Only after taking in his dongsaeng complexion, Minho remembered a very important detail: Felix had a really sensitive gag reflex.

- Oh shit. Felix, look at me. You're okay, alright? Changbin-ah, open the door.

Changbin did as he was told and Minho got outside the van and went immediately to Felix's side.

- Hey, Felix, look at me, alright? focus on me.

Do you have your headphones with you?

- No-I I forgot them at home...

- Kids, can someone lend me a headphone?

- Here, hyung.

- Thanks. Felix put this on.

Minho knew Felix could get sick by seeing someone else being sick or hearing the sound, hence why he asked for the headphones. Once Felix put them on, Minho checked him one more time and noticed that he was shaking a bit, so he grabbed the younger's hands and squeezed them, bringing Felix's attention somewhere else.

- Felix, you're okay. Take deep breaths and focus on the music playing on the headphones. I'm right here with you.

Felix followed Minho's instructions and closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing. He paid attention to every movement his body made as he breathed and the comforting touch from his hyung. Eventually, he was able to calm down and the eerie feeling he began to feel earlier, had gone away.

- I'm okay now, hyung. Thanks...

- No problem. But don't take off the headphones, alright?

- Okay.

On the other side of the van, Hyunjin kept throwing up, his stomach not giving him a single break. It contracted painfully, arching his back and expelling everything, making his throat hurt from all the acid.

- It hurts...

- I know babe...You'll be fine, don't worry.

But the situation was getting too much, he felt pain all over his body, and his head was now pounding from all the strain it was going through. He started to feel panicked, he felt the world spin even though he was completely still, his vision was starting to get blurry and started to shake as well.

- Y/n... I'm feeling out of breath... I feel faint.

Chan guided Hyunjin to sit on the ground and held him close to his body. You positioned yourself in front of him and grabbed his hands.

- Hey, hey, hey. Look at me, honey. Look at me.

If you start to hyperventilate now, you'll only make yourself sick again.

You started rubbing his hands in patterns and told him to follow your breathing, while Chan held him and rubbed his chest to help the younger feel calmer.

- we're right here with you. There. You're doing good, my love. Keep going.

After a few minutes following this pattern, his breathing was under control again, but the nausea persisted. Without much warning, his stomach made him lurch forward, vomit coming out of his mouth hitting the ground, and a bit on your clothes. Chan kept holding him and rubbing his chest.

- I'm sorry...

- No. Don't apologize. It's okay.

- Don't worry Hyunjin-ah.

After that wave, he was left dry heaving. You gave him some water to rinse his mouth.

- Think we go back into the van now?

- Yes...

- Can you stand?

- No... I feel dizzy...

- Alright.

Chan put Hyunjin's arm over his shoulder while wrapping his other arm around the younger's waist and carefully stood up. He stopped for a moment to make sure Hyunjin felt grounded.

- You good? Can we walk?

- Yes, hyung...

You helped Chan take Hyunjin back to the van and settle him. You both stayed with him for a while to make sure he was feeling okay before entering the van yourselves.

- Can we go back to the dorm now? Hyunjin-ah, you sure you're okay?

- Yes, hyung

- And you Felix, you good?

Minho asked getting Chan's attention.

- What happened?

Minho whispered in Chan's ear, just so he wouldn't upset Hyunjin. That's the last thing he wanted.

- Felix's gag reflex acted up while you guys were outside.

- Really? Did he get sick?

- Thankfully no. I was able to calm him down.

- Good. Thank you. Let's go back home. We need to rest.

The rest of the ride home was uneventful, Hyunjin didn't get sick again, and Felix was fine as well. But you knew Hyunjin still felt sick, you could tell from the look in his eyes it was taking everything in his power to endure the ride back home.

Arriving at the building, the manager drove the car to the garage, to give the boys and you some privacy and safety. When the car stopped, everyone got out of the van but one, Hyunjin.

- Babe, what's wrong?

- I really don't feel good...I don't think I have any strength to walk...

As he spoke you noticed how shaky and pale he was. It broke your heart to see him so vulnerable, so sad, and in pain. You just wanted your cheerful and dramatic ball of sunshine back.

Chan instructed the members to head up first and get things ready for Hyunjin, while he helped you guide the sick boy to the elevator.

- Hyunjin-ah, can you walk?

- No... I feel lightheaded...

- I'll help you, okay?

- Sorry, hyung.

- Don't apologize. Come on.

Chan wrapped his arms around Hyunjin and carefully guided him out of the van, you following behind with all of your stuff.

Before Chan began walking he waited a moment to make sure Hyunjin wasn't feeling faint.

- Can we go?

- Hm.

The boy just hummed in response. The walk from the van to the elevator wasn't long, but for Hyunjin it felt like they were crossing the country on foot. And you were walking very slowly, so as not to risk Hyunjin fainting.

But each step was a challenge, he felt as if his legs were made of jelly, and even the smallest of movements were making his stomach angry. Halfway through to the elevator, his stomach decided it had enough of the walking and sent hot liquid up his chest. He felt it hitting the back of his throat and his mouth immediately filled with sour liquid. He just tugged Chan's clothes as a warning, which the leader understood and was quick to halt the movement.

Hyunjin bent forward and didn't have enough time to get his hand away from his mouth before vomiting, so it spilled through his fingers, hitting the ground with a sickening sound.

Chan kept holding him, and rubbing his chest and you stayed by your boyfriend's side rubbing his back.

- Oh my poor babe. Let it out.

He belched and that brought up even more watery vomit, making him bend even further. And if it wasn't for Chan, Hyunjin would've already fallen.

- I've got you, don't worry. Straighten your back, Hyunjin-ah.

Chan kept rubbing his chest to help with the nausea.

After a while, he said that he felt like nothing would come up. You cleaned his hand and helped him rinse his mouth before you could reach the elevator.

When you three finally arrived at the apartment, the boys had already prepared a bath for Hyunjin.

- Hyung, the bath is ready.

- Thank you.

- And Hyunjin? Why did you take so long?

- He threw up again...

- Oh my God.

- Where are Minho and Felix?

- Apparently, Felix wasn't feeling that good, so Minho-hyung went to the bedroom with him.

- Okay. I'll check on them.

- Y/n, take Hyunjin to the bath, I'll ask Minho to help you.

- Okay.

IN THE BEDROOM

From what the boys told Chan, Felix wasn't feeling great when they reached the dorms, so the leader went to check on him. When he got to the bedroom, he found Felix sitting on the edge of the bed with Minho by his side, rubbing the younger's nape

- Hey. Is everything okay?

- Oh, hyung! Felix's gag reflex acted up earlier and now he said he is feeling queasy.

- Minho, can you go and help y/n give Hyunjin a bath? I think you'd lighten up the mood a little.

- Yes.

- I'll stay here with Felix.

Minho exited the room leaving Felix and Chan alone.

- Hey mate, how are you feeling?

- Weird, I guess...

- Do you think you're gonna be sick?

- Not really. Well, as long as I don't see anything, no. It just feels strange, like a lingering eerie feeling in my stomach.

- Did you take anything?

- Yeah, Minho hyung gave me a nausea pill. It's starting to take effect. I guess I was just a little bit panicked.

- Well, we are all drained from the concert. Why don't we take a bath a just relax?

- Yeah. I'll just wait for Hyunjin to be settled first.

In the bathroom, you helped Hyunjin out of his clothes while Minho checked the water temperature. Fortunately, they had moved dorms and now both of their dorms had bathtubs since Hyunjin was in no state to take a bath standing up.

Minho helped him get into the bathtub and sit down.

- Are you okay?

- Hmm.

- Is the water good?

- Yes...

You decided to leave them and go get a change of clothes for Hyunjin.

- Hey, Hyunjin-ah, are you feeling okay?

- For now yes...

- I'll turn around so you can take your bath, just say something if you feel sick again.

- Alright...

After about 15 minutes, Hyunjin finished his bath without any incidents.

You opened the door to the bathroom and gave Minho the clothes you picked for Hyunjin and waited outside for them.

Minho helped Hyunjin out of the bathtub and walked out of the bathroom holding him so he wouldn't fall. At this time, his hyung's support was everything keeping him from passing out.

The bath felt heavenly because on top of smelling like vomit, he was sweaty from the concert. But at the same time, it relaxed him too much, to the point he felt like all his strength left his body, for real this time.

- Hyung...I feel dizzy...

- Okay, let's sit down.

Minho went to the living room with Hyunjin and you followed them.

The older carefully helped the boy sit down on the couch and he immediately slouched.

- How are you feeling now, babe?

- A little better, but completely drained...

- No wonder... and the nausea?

- Seems to be gone for now...

- Think you can stomach something in a while?

- Maybe...

- Okay then, I'll prepare something for you.

- Let us do the cooking, Y/n. You can go shower first.

- Are you sure? It's no problem at all for me.

- Yes. You're tired as well.

- Thank you.

You really wanted to take a bath, considering you had vomit on your clothes but at the same time, you're the one with the most energy out of everyone in that dorm, so you wanted to help. But the boys were always very caring about you so things like this made you happy.

You went to Hyunjin's bedroom to grab some of his clothes for you before heading to the bathroom, leaving the sick boy in the living room with the other members.

After a while, Felix came out of the bedroom, he was looking much calmer and his complexion was better as well. He went to Hyunjin's side and gave him a hug, which Hyunjin returned.

- I'm sorry Felix, for making you feel sick.

- Oh that! No no no, don't apologize. It's my fault for not being cautious with myself.

- And are you feeling okay now?

- Yes. And you? How are you feeling?

-  A little better. At least the nausea seems settled for now. I just feel really weak...

- Do you want to watch something?

- I don't know... I can't really trust my stomach right now... I'm afraid that all the movement might make me feel sick again...

- It's okay.

After what to Hyunjin, seemed like an eternity, you came out of the shower, wearing his clothes. He couldn't help but blush at the sight of the beautiful person in front of him, even though you've been dating for a few years, there were times he felt like he was seeing you for the first time.

He grabbed you by the waist and guided you to sit by his side and placed a kiss on your cheek.

- You look absolutely beautiful.

- Oh stop it, babe. I take it you're feeling better? For you to be all lovey-dovey

- My stomach seems settled for now...

- That's good. Thank heavens. But I'll just wait for your brothers to get themselves comfortable and then we'll talk.

- Yes.

After everyone took their baths and eaten, they all gathered in the living room to have a serious talk with Hyunjin.

- Hyunjin-ah, I wanna start by saying that you did really well today, despite not being well. However, this can not happen again. You need to listen to us and your body as well. You weren't feeling good since morning, we heard you throwing up, we asked you and you chose to tell us you were fine. I asked y/n to talk to you because I thought you'd listen to them. You got sick during rehearsal and almost got sick during the actual concert.

Can you imagine what could've happened if you'd gotten sick onstage? STAYs would get worried and that could cause panic.

- I'm really sorry, hyung. I really wanted to perform.

- We understand you but you need to think ahead, if you decide to perform while being sick, you could end up having to sit out other performances. Listen to your body, what if on top of being sick, you fainted onstage?

- I'm really really sorry for worrying you and you, y/n. I didn't want it to be like this.

- Just, listen to your hyungs next time okay? And y/n as well. We just want your well-being.

- I understand, hyung.

At this moment, Hyunjin was already crying. He didn't feel it coming, tears just fell. The thought of upsetting and worrying the members and you was practically unbearable. He began to sob and tremble and you, Chan, and Minho were quick to help.

- Hey, hey hey, breathe, Hyunjin-ah. You're gonna make yourself sick again.

Chan sit beside him and started rubbing his chest, trying to calm down the younger boy. You kept by his side holding his hand and reassuring him none of you were mad. And Minho positioned himself in front of him and tried to guide the sick boy through breathing patterns to help him calm down.

But it wasn't working, he tried to pay attention to everything all 3 of you were doing, but the crying made him swallow too much saliva and his stomach did not agree with that.

He could feel it revolting and something creeping up his chest and muffled a burp with his hand. Upon noticing this, Minho quickly grabbed a trash can and placed it underneath Hyunjin's mouth.

- Hey, if you're feeling sick you need to let it out.

He didn't want to, his throat was hurting and so was his stomach but his body did not want to keep that in. He bent forward, opening his mouth as vomit escaped from his mouth hitting the trash can with a sickening sound, making you grimace a little. Minho stood up from his position and placed a hand on Hyunjin's back gently pressing it down while you rubbed it, and Chan kept rubbing his chest.

- That's it, you're okay. We're right here with you.

All it took was a few seconds for Chan and Minho to realize Felix was close to them.

- Shit, hey Changbin-ah, take Felix to the bedroom!

- Ok!

Changbin wrapped his arms around Felix and guided the boy to his room before anything could happen.

After a few minutes, Hyunjin's stomach was empty again and left the boy gagging unproductively.

- Babe, you don't have anything on your stomach.

He just spat out thick saliva before you handed him a bottle of water to rinse his mouth.

- How are you feeling now?

- A little better, now that something came out.

- Think you take some medicine now?

- Yeah...

You have him a nausea pill, which took effect rather quickly. In about 30 minutes Hyunjin was feeling better and was even willing to watch some movies with the members. Upon noticing this, Minho gave a menacing look to the long-haired boy. You looked at him and immediately looked away, covering your mouth trying to surpass a laugh.

- Hey, Hyunjin-ah.

- Yes, hyung?

- Are you feeling better? Hm?

- Now yes.

- Ah, really? Good. That's good. You know you worried the hell out of us today, right?

- I know. I'm sorry.

- No, it's okay. But you know what we'll happen right? 20 minutes in the air fryer at 180 degrees.

- Yes, hyungnim.

You and the boys couldn't help but laugh while Minho stood there looking Hyunjin dead in the eye, which made the situation even more hilarious.

The night went on without any incidents, with you and the boys agreeing to watch a horror movie together. Everyone gathered in the living room, with mattresses, and slept there, while you slept hugging Hyunjin.

After such a tiring day, ending it with rain pouring outside and everyone together in that cozy living room, was everything all of you needed.

[rodrigo-esc]

My BABY love Who: Rodrigo and Jade @jadeclark What: Shopping for friend's baby gift, these two have an important talk Where: Target When: November, 2023. A/N: My apologies. I had drafted this a million years and realized recently i never posted it!! Enjoy!

JADE

Jade tugged a shopping cart free as she and Rodrigo entered Target and prepared to walk directly towards all of the baby supplies. On the way to the multiple aisles, she looked at her phone where a list of possible items to purchase sat. She softly hummed a jazz tun to herself, stuck in her head from hers and Rodrigo's date night the previous night. While looking at the list of items for the dozenth time, she paused her humming to share with her boyfriend, "I asked a few people on my staff what sorts of things would be the most helpful to guy Aera and Fletcher. Just about everyone said diapers, wipes, blankets, and onesie undershirts. Those should be easy enough to find, but I added a few more things that were mentioned and some things that I looked up online too. And maybe we can get them one big item? Like a stroller or baby swing? Or maybe one of those easy portable playpens in case Aera or Fletcher are taking the baby with them somewhere?"

RODRIGO

Rodrigo smiled as he listened to his girlfriend hum. It was peaceful to him. He walked beside Jade, looking around Target, making mental notes of some other things he may pick up for their house but also adding gift ideas to the top of his list. This was very important to Aera and Fletcher- two of the most important people in his life. He wanted to do right by them. As Jade listed the items she had in mind, he couldn't help but chuckle. "I say we go on a shopping spree", and then he nudged her gently with a grin plastered against his lips. "I like the diapers idea. We should get them every size or something. Oh! The portable play pen sounds great. I feel like the stroller and baby swing may be given by some family members? What do you thinks? He saw a cute little teddy bear and held it up in front of Jade. "Look at this guy. I think he's perfect."

JADE

Jade smiled, "It's probably inevitable. Shopping for a new baby is pretty fun, isn't it?" She thought about the few baby showers she had been invited to and how hard it was sometimes to limit herself on the gifts. She gave him a rueful smile, "But don't both Aera and Fletcher consider you family? So a gift like that would be appropriate. But we could certainly buy them a lot of diapers and look for a nice play pen and some gender neutral clothes." While Jade was typically modest about her PDA, she took a little risk and reached over to playfully pinch Rodrigo's butt with a grin. "I like it. And the teddy bear's cute too."

RODRIGO

"Yeah, it's nice." Rodrigo offered her a smile and considered her words. She was right. Aera was like a sister and Fletcher was his best friend. "Well, you got me there. We can do the play pen and one of the big gifts that haven't been purchased as well. See? Always the sensible one." He chuckled at the pinch, looking over to Jade with a smirk. "Don't worry, I'll get you." Rodrigo continued walking beside Jade. He stole a few glances, taking in her excitement and wondering if it was shopping for Aera and Fletcher that had her this giddy or shopping for baby items in general. The latter made him think about the subject he often tried NOT to hink about. "You like this, huh? The baby shopping?"

JADE

"Thank you, honey," Jade replied with another soft smile when Rodrigo agreed to them getting a second big gift for Aera and Fletcher along with the play pen. She flitted away after pinching her boyfriend's ass while looking to his face to catch his reaction and when she heard him, she giggled a little. "I hope so," she quipped back with a grin and then continued pushing the red shopping cart. While approaching the floor models of play pens, she thought about what her staff advised and considered it, looking from one model to the next. But she heard Rodrigo's question and turned to gaze up at him. "You know? I do. I haven't really done a lot of shopping like this, outside of staff members who've had babies, and the baby showers I've recently been invited to this past year. I've seen cute baby clothes before, in passing when I've gone shopping but it's different when I'm intentionally looking. What about you? Do you enjoy shopping for baby items?"

RODRIGO

Rodrigo tossed the teddy bear into the cart, a smirk gracing his face the entire time. Jade's playful side was just one of his favorites. He looked around, taking in the aisles of baby items thinking about how great parents his friends were going to be. He listened to Jade's response to his question, nodding and smiling softly as she did. When the question was turned on him, he wasn't quite sure what to answer at first. The thought of having children terrified him. Taking care of birth control on his end was to lessen the stress on his partners but also because "accidents" scared the living crap out of him however, being with Jade made things pleasantly complicated. He knew his relationship with her would be forever and with that, the conversation of forming a family was inevitable. He did wonder (and often) where she stood so hearing how much she enjoyed shopping for baby things gave him a little more clarity. "I do. I mean, how can you not, right? Lots of cute little things." He looked up at her. "You know, we never really talked about it. I mean, we've talked about just everything else." They have a house together, for Godsakes. "Do you want children?"

JADE

Jade chuckled at the plush bear being lobbed into the cart and then continued looking at the floor model play pens. Some were exactly that: play pens with mesh walls and easy assembly. Others had a top portion that was half infant resting space, half changing station. One looked entirely complex in appearance and ridiculous in Jade's eyes. "Those are my thoughts exactly," agreed Jade as she listened to Rodrigo’s response. She was eyeing one of the playpens with a changing table on top when she heard Rodrigo speak up again. She listened but it wasn't until his question hit her ears that she stilled and then turned to face him and look up at his face. "I do. I wasn't entirely sure before. Just…because of my past and how incapable I felt because of…well, largely because of my mother and how much she affected me. And then with her still having been in my life, the idea of bringing a child of my own into the picture seemed like cruelty. I couldn't wilfully subject a child to her toxicity and abuse. But with the restraining order being effective and me working through some of my issues in therapy, and seeing how loving, caring and passionate you are about your students…" Jade felt like she was ruling so she trailed off and gently shrugged. 'I love you and the life we've been building together. With you, a family that includes children is something I feel like I could want, and do someday." She took her hand off of the cart and tenderly cuffed it to one of Rodrigo's forearms. "Has this been on your mind for a while or was the shopping trip today just making you curious?"

RODRIGO

Rodrigo listened in silence but intently. This was an important topic and he would never want to jeopardize his relationship with Jade. But what did that mean exactly? Up until now, this was the conversation he hoped he'd end up avoiding forever but that's probably because up until now, he didn't think it was in the stars for him to find someone amazing, fall in love, have them fall in love with him , buy a house, share everything together and now have the dreaded talk. Never in a million years did he think he would be in this situation. Rodrigo had gotten comfortable with assuming he'd never have to form a family with anyone and he was even more comfortable in thinking it would be for the best. What could he possibly offer a child of his own? He didn't have the best people to look up to. And as these thoughts circled in his mind, he managed to listen and hang on to every word Jade was telling him even the ones about how he'd probably be a great dad because of how he was with his students. It temporarily brought him back to his talk with Raj and how he had said something similar. When his girlfriend brought him back to reality with her hand against his forearms, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "The first part. A long while. I'm talking about months now and usually thinking about having children feels like I'm drowning. But lately I can't help but wonder what they'd look like. If they'd have your eyes. Would they love to read like us? But I also end up wondering if I would be any good at it? I can't imaging a world where I disappoint you and our child…I--I'm working through it in therapy but it's a thought and again, last year, I would have laughed at the thought of even thinking about kids because of my own issues. Now, I'm considering it but I'm terrified. I don't have a good dad…."

JADE

Jade took in Rodrigo's unspoken reactions as she shared her response to his question. And when she checked with him on what brought this on for him, she listened fully and carefully to him. It saddened her a little that she had no idea he'd felt this way before and never would have guessed it. But this wasn't about her and she knew as much as she absorbed his words. She held both hands to each of his forearms now and kept her eyes on his as she spoke. "Rodrigo, I… I'm glad you're working through it in therapy but I'm also relieved that you're telling me. You and I both grew up having at least one undeniably terrible parent. And the truth is, I think that we're always going to have some degree of fear that we might repeat their bad parenting in some capacity--disappointing a child of ours, or treating them in some way that even marginally resembles how our terrible parent treated us." She moved her hands up to cup his cheeks. "But I also think we're lucky to have each other and the relationship we have. We're both so open with each other. We have something real, honest and good. And not to diminish how wonderful Emiliana is, but it's so much more than what either of us was raised with. I can't imagine we wouldn't expand that to a family of our own. Not only do we have each other, but we have family and clos friends who love, care and support us. I know that would extend to any child or children we might have, and their love would include holding us accountable and calling us on our shit if we're doing something wrong or concerning."

Jade lightly stroked her thumbs along his cheeks and then slid her hands to his shoulders. "Through your love and our relationship, the friendships I've grown over the past year, and my therapy I've been realizing that me having a bad mom doesn't mean I'd be one. I wholeheartedly believe that's true of you and how you would be as a father."

RODRIGO

Jade was always so comforting to Rodrigo. He was sure she'd talk him off the ledge every single time and he'd hopefully do the same for her. She was soft spoken and kind and understanding and there were many times he felt like he didn't deserve that until now. Rodrigo's mind went back to therapy and how he had been advised to give himself and his new relationship grace. He was told that while others might think they rushed things, the pace was perfect for the two of them. They had an understanding that some people struggle for ages to achieve. Having that and being able to speak about his fears surrounding potential fatherhood, was priceless. He listened, eyes on hers, a soft smile appearing on his face. "Thank you. And you know I feel the same about you. I think you'll be an amazing mother. I didn't even consider it until I met you and I think that just adds to the excitement and the nerves. All these new things I never thought about or thought would happen until I met you. It's refreshing and terrifying", Rodrigo admitted with a gentle laugh. "Do you--should we maybe do some therapy sessions together? since we've both been tainted by our oh so wonderful parents?" He whispered in the empty aisle. "I want to do what it takes to provide for you and our future children. Erase the mistakes our parents made. You know?"

JADE

Seeing the smile appear on Rodrigo's face made Jade's expression relax a bit more and a gentle smile form on her own lips. She took a deep breath and calmly let it out while telling him, "I hope I will be someday. I'd like to be a good mom someday." Her hands stayed on his broad shoulders and she kept looking up at her boyfriend while listening to him. "I know what you mean, about it being refreshing and terrifying at the same time." She listened further when his voice dropped to a whisper and at his suggestion that they go to therapy together, Jade thought about it for a moment and then nodded. "I think that would be good. And we don't have to rush it either. I know it's not like we're having a baby tomorrow, but before we start trying to have our own family, therapy together would be good. I've heard of people doing that when engaged too so, maybe we can plan for it when we get to that point?"

RODRIGO

Rodrigo looked into Jade's eyes as she spoke to her and immediately melted into her brown hues. It was difficult not to and he knew that everything would be okay. It was a huge leap for him, one he never thought he'd budge in but there was something about Jade that felt like forever. Hearing her mention they could revisit couple's therapy when they get to the point of an engagement brought on that familiar feeling again. The same one that he felt when they got their place together, the same one he got when spoke to Raj and asked him to help him pick out a ring for Jade, the same one at the boo bash. Rodrigo was smitten and it was okay. he was going to marry the hell out of Jade. Once again, he pressed a soft kiss against her forehead and then wrapped his arms around her. "I love you so much."

JADE

Jade offered Rodrigo a gentle smile as she gazed up at him and waited for his response. She knew that they had packed a lot of their relationship together in the less-than-a-year's time that they'd been together but Jade regretted none of it. Every step of the way with Rodrigo felt and continued to feel right. She shut her eyes when he bent his head to kiss her forehead, and then when his arms came around her, she returned that gesture with her slender limbs circling his middle. "I love you too. My Rodrigo." She squeezed him a little bit tighter after that and then released him enough for her to look up at his face again. "Should we hurry up and get out of here before we end up needing one of those flat bed carts?"

RODRIGO

At her response, Rodrigo chuckled and looked back at their cart. So they went a little overboard. Fletcher and Aera deserved it as far as he was concerned. "Ah yeah, let's get out of here before I need to do more OT." He laughed and let Jade take the cart so that he could wrap his arms around her waist and walk with her. IT was incredibly cheesy but Rodrigo was so happy that she was his. He kissed her hair before releasing her and then walked beside her towards the register. "Oh wait! Let me just get another box of diapers!" He ran back quickly and picked up a box, stared at the long aisle of baby items, and drew in a deep breath before his lips curled into a small mile. Rodrigo's eyes then zeroed in on a pair of baby sock booties and he took them off the perch, holding them close to his chest. He'd pay for these himself. They wouldn't be for Aera and Fletcher's child. These booties would be for a future bundle of joy.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Unattainable | 5

"I'm spending time with (Y/n) right now so if you would please leave us alone." Haruhi's glare was different than usual, she was so serious. But Tamaki remained undettered still forcibly including himself in the different activities. All the while enduring the angry glares of his beloved Haruhi. He found an easy way to get into the activities through you. Your innocence about the emotions Haruhi was displaying when interacting with him, allowed him to warp your reaction. "Get off of me!!" "But it's hold onto Haruhi-day! Right (Y/n)?" "It is?" "Yup go ahead and grab-" "Don't you-" "Humph." You kneeled down to hold onto Haruhi's waist looking up into her eyes with your determined eyes. In reaction Haruhi went completely red seemingly overheating. Tamaki was torn between being jealous or grateful. He'd hardly ever seen her so flustered and by someone who wasn't him. For all his joking and flirting he really does love Haruhi and seeing someone else who has her heart without even knowing it really hurt him. He wasn't mad; more like frustrated. When he could no longer handle Haruhi's constant rejection, the twins teasing, and the staff's treatment he slunk off to curl up, crying in a quiet hallway. He just wanted to be with Haruhi and protect her and yet she so harshly rejected his affection. "Are you crying?" It was you standing above him stone-faced looking down inquisitively. He knew that was just your face you didn't mean to look condescending. Since he'd rather not see you as a villain he patted the ground beside him and waited for you to sit. When he looked up after going back to crying he saw you, confused and still standing, tilt your head like you didn't know what he was trying to say. He just pulled your pants leg to make you trip onto the ground. Now sitting next to him, he returned to crying on his knees. Feeling your stare he waited for you to question him. You didn't. He huffed and leaned back, chuckling at your absolute oblivousness to the melodramatic rhythm of things. "I-i really love Haruhi but…" He tried not to cry. "She just doesn't like me at all and I just-I really thought we had something." "What something did you have?" "U-uhm well it's not physical it's more like a…spark." "A spark?" "Yes a flame that with every moment burned more passionately than lovers in Paris." "Where'd you put it?" "The spark?" You nodded earnestly. "Oh wait, I'm talking metaphorically. Our growing love is the spark! Do you understand?" You looked to the ceiling thinking before looking back into those blue eyes nodding with an assured expression. Another sigh. "I just don't want to be alone anymore and I want to be that way with Haruhi…" He checked to see if you were still listening. You were. He was crying again and through his sobs he could let out one little phrase. "I need a hug." Continuing to cry he expected you to react but as he had come to realize you were absolutely adept at these things. Figuring you didn't know what he was really trying to say he just wrapped his hands around your waist pulling you into his chest. Engulfing you in his warmth he curled his head onto yours. "Oh!" Muffled by the cloth of his casual wear you just let your hands hover awkwardly around his body. You only returned the embrace when you felt him squeeze. You also nuzzled into him listening to his heartbeat.

Tamaki with dried tears was now blushing feeling the entirety of your weight on his torso and lap. You were asleep and Tamaki was in love. Of course he still loves Haruhi and is now realizing just how precious you were to her. Suddenly he understood why his favorite member had become so hostile. She wanted you all to herself…he'd have to fix this.

"Haruhi we need to talk." He confronted her as the plane was being loaded. He kept near the back of the plane near the bathroom. "What do you want Tamaki-senpai?!" She was peeved, she had to get the only seat left next to you before Honey took it. "I know you love (Y/n)…" "Well of course I do, they're my bestfriend!" "Like as something more…" "So? What if I did?" She was evading the question. "I'm not an idiot Haruhi, despite what you might believe. I know that you don't actually love me and I realize I've been push-" "Wh-who said that?" "Said what?" "S-said I didn't love you?" She couldn't look him in the eye as her face became red all over again. Tamaki slowly went from shocked to irrevocably happy. Happy enough to start crying. Watching his reaction she could just see the blush rising and his chest heaving as though to cry out dramatically like he always did. To combat his embarrassing reveal and to have enough time to reach the open seat to your left before Honey did; Haruhi would push Tamaki into the nearby bathroom. Running to secure her seat next to you she avoided your questioning stare as her blush burned on her face. Although he was trapped he couldn't deny the joy he had. Now he had two pretties to chase after.

[nunisumimaeumi]

Thrill Ride - Chapter Three

genre: idol! juyeon x hairstylist!fem reader, smut, alternating povs, angst, love triangle, secret relationship, noona romance, gentle hero/good-bad-girl heroine.

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warnings: explicit mature content, cheating.

tags: semi-public sex, oral (f receiving).

word count: ~4k. you can skip juyeon's pov if you want to go straight to the smutty parts heheh

Chapter List. You can read this chapter on ao3 as well.

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3| Drive-In Festival

JUYEON

It's the final day of music show performances for this comeback, and Juyeon finds himself sinking into the dressing room's large, puffy black sofa, trying to sort through the overwhelming number of thoughts racing through his head. Despite his love for performing, he longs for some free time to deal whatever is going on between the two of you. If someone had told him a couple of months ago that he would be in this predicament, he would have burst out laughing at the absurdity. He's always been the type to avoid drama whenever possible. Yet, here he is now, fueled by the recklessness and overconfidence of youth, believing he can't get your boyfriend out of the picture.

Speaking of the devil... as he ponders, his train of thought is abruptly interrupted by your entrance into the room, hand in hand with Hongjoong. Juyeon sits up, trying to listen in on the small talk between your boyfriend and another staff member.

“…Yeah. Y/N and I are going to that Drive-In Festival this weekend. It’s all sold out, but if you want to tag along, our admission ticket includes everyone in the car and we have like… two spots left, right honey?” Juyeon can't help but roll his eyes at the use of pet names. “Just one. Sarah is coming with Boss.” Hongjoong notices Juyeon's keen interest and pushes you closer to his side, placing his hand firmly on your waist.

“The line-up for this festival is bomb. This time, none of those idol companies managed to sneak in, so we’re free from that kidz bop.” he boasts, relishing the sight of a slight twitch in Juyeon's face.

“Hongjoong… could you please not?” You whisper baffled by his childish taunting.

“What? I’m keeping it real. Even idols themselves don't always enjoy the music they perform, not to mention the overly obsessed fangirls.” Juyeon fights to maintain a straight face after hearing those insulting remarks, though you've already noticed his stern expression, and so has your boyfriend.

“Hongjoong!!” you nudge him with your elbow. “Mind you, I like many groups myself... maybe you're dating one those crazy fangirls you speak of”

“Oh, come on! You never listen to that crap at home or show any interest in those groups.”

The knots in Juyeon’s stomach pull tighter and tighter until he blurts “that’s not true.” What is he doing? “Personally I have seen Y/N taking interest in idols on more than one occasion. She sounded very passionate about them too.” Juyeon catches a glimpse of you from the corner of his eye, and once again, you're giving him that silent, wary look, signaling him to stop.

“She was just being nice to you, kiddo.” Hongjoong scoffs.

“You’re right.” Juyeon smirks “She was so ni—” before he can finish he is interrupted by his manager “Juyeon-ah, let’s take a picture for Instagram, shall we?” Grabbing his arm, he takes Juyeon away from the scene. “Have you finally lost it? Get your shit together!” he scolds once they're at a safe distance.

“Okay, okay.” Juyeon takes one deep breath in and out. “I promise to behave for the remainder of this promotional cycle if you do me one last little favor.”

“I’m listening.”

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Y/N

It’s Saturday during the peak of summer. The weather couldn’t be any nicer, the band currently playing is getting the crowd hyped, and you had delicious food and cold beer within reach. It seemed like everything was in place for a flawless evening. The catch? For the entire week, you had been quarrelling with Hongjoong. It all started when you stumbled upon suspicious DMs on his phone and decided to confront him about it. In turn, he cornored you about Juyeon's reactions on that day at the TV station, and truth be told, you couldn't blame him because, well... his hunch was correct.

So here you are, in a rather unpleasant spot, to say the least. The presence of your friends Sarah and Boss is the only thing preventing a full-blown fight, although they are clearly uncomfortable with the tension.

“Hm… yeah. Everyone, I’m going to meet some friends and will be back soon.” Hongjoong announces after another 15 minutes of awkward silence at the camping table set up by his car, where the four of you were sitting.

As he leaves, Sarah lets out a long and heavy exhale. “Dang... whatever is going on between you two… you need to resolve it.”

“You were right about how I needed to keep my eyes open,” is all you can tell her for the time being.

Sarah tries to curb her stunned face and taps your shoulder. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t worry. Right now, I just need something stronger than this beer to survive the night.” You excuse yourself and head to the booze stand. As soon as you arrive, you ask for two shots of their strongest soju and finish each of them with one chug. Not enough. You should have ordered four at once. There’s a line now, but oh, well, you don't have anything better to do either. You join the queue and fidget with your cup, filled with nothing but ice cubes, while waiting for your turn.

“Stressed much?” A smooth voice says.

You look around and it’s Juyeon, standing right beside you. Butterflies take flight in your stomach. He’s wearing a cap, t-shirt from a band you didn’t even know he knew, ripped black jeans and Converses. Fuck, he looks good. As always.

“Yeah, man. My week has been tough. This one brat client at my job is giving me a hard time because he can’t stop implying certain things to my boyfriend. Kinda unprofessional, don't you think?.”

He bursts into laughter. “Sounds like your boyfriend is giving you hard time because he’s insecure and jealous. Very unprofessional.”

“Whatever, it’s always men.” You retort unbothered and unfazed. At this moment, you don’t even feel like defending Hongjoong to him anymore. “How did you even get here?”

“Borrowed the car from my manager after promising to put on my best behavior,” he tells you as you retrieve the two shots you ordered from the bartender. You decide to save one for yourself and hand the other to him, for the sake of your overworked liver.

“Here’s to your good boy era.” You clink your cups together and down the drink in one gulp. “What about the tickets?”

“Let’s just say I have my contacts…” he winks playfully.

“And you came here with…?” 

“Alone.” You gaped.

“Juyeon-ah... what have we talked last time?” you scold him giving a slap on his shoulder. 

“Hmmm...” he scratches his chin, pretending to ponder. “Something something we really should go on a date!” He answers with a wide, boyish grin, so cute and so pure that it made your heart flutter.

Feeling slightly lightheaded, you blurt out “I can’t be mad with you. . . not when you look like this. . .” your fingers trail down his chest, his face flushed under your full attention. You shouldn’t be acting like this in public. Well, actually, who cares? Apparently Hongjoong has been doing the same for God knows how long. “Are you getting shy? That’s sweet.” A deep shade of crimson spreads across his face as he attempts to conceal his flustered state provoked by your unusually direct approach.

“Well…” he looks down for a brief moment and looks up to you again. “I still stand by what I said…” he tells you softly. Juyeon’s penetrating gaze made you feel like you had this very palpable, yet hard to explain connection—the feeling of being wanted and loved stronger than you’ve ever felt before.Your fingers pause and linger as you watch the rise and fall of his chest. They travel up his exposed neck. His Addam's apple jumped and he swallowed. You drag your thumb along his bottom lip— the unttainable desire to bite it right there and now. Finally, your eyes lock, igniting an undeniable spark.

He leans in for a kiss, but you swerve, whispering near his ear, “Not here.” A mixture of lust and a petty desire for revenge takes hold of you. “Where is your car anyways?” You know exactly what you’re doing; but the thrill rushing through you just feels good.

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Juyeon promptly escorts you to his car, just a few steps away from the bustling intersection near the liquor concession. It's a large black SUV, the stereotypical "entertainment company car", which you find amusing. He is so clueless, it's endearing in a way, you think to yourself. Good thing luck is on his side because he's not doing much to keep things discreet.

As you settle into the backseat, he removes his cap and tousles his hair back into place. “Here, let me help you, that’s my one area of expertise after all,” you tell him, using your fingers to comb through his hair and style his bangs to your liking

JJuyeon takes hold of your hands, holding them gently in his own. “May I kiss you now or do we still have to do another round of push-and-pull?” he asks, voice barely audible, eyes locked with yours.

You chuckled. “No push-and-pull today but... what if I also stood by what I told you last time?” 

He glances at the floor for a moment, searching his words, before meeting your eyes again. “Maybe I shouldn’t but—tonight, I’m taking whatever you are willing to give me.” Hell, it’s cruel to say yes, but also cruel to say no. With that realization, you free your hands and cradle his head, bringing your lips together. The slow tempo of his kiss growing urgent and deep as you feel each other’s tongues with every skipped breath.

His hands fall to your hips and massage your ass, inspiring fervor as he pulls you in closer. You slide your thigh over his lap, straddling him. However, as you steal a glance through the windshield, you swiftly pull away. "Shit. This place is too crowded for that," you tell him as he peppers kisses along your neck. People walk inches away from the car windows. You catch sight of two guys in the car ahead and a couple standing to the left.

“The windows are blacked out,” he whispers against your skin. “The tint is so dark it’s illegal.” You search his face, attempting to detect a lie. “Trust me.” As someone passes by, he boldly grabs your ass. Judging by their lack of reaction, he’s likely telling the truth.

“Why’d you park in such a busy stop though?” You surrender and crash his lips again. “You’re stupid.”

Juyeon doesn’t bother with a retort, diving into your mouth greedily, brushing his tongue with yours. The kiss tastes like alcohol, somewhat intoxicating you more.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he breathlessly whispers, gripping your hips tightly, his large hands holding you in place as he trails his nose and mouth back up your neck. “Can you feel me?” he murmurs, pressing you down firmly onto his lap. You hum in response, rubbing harder against his thickness between your legs.

“I think about you in the shower. I think about you in bed. I dream of you”.

You smile a little as you nibble on his lips. “Are we any good in your dreams?”

He swallows hard as you grind him slowly. “Yes, but they don't compare to the reality of your skin against mine... to this moment right here and right now,” he confesses, his tenderness melting you.

Taking the lead, you reach for his shirt, pulling it over his head, and he willingly obliges. As you take a moment to appreciate his chest and stomach, your mouth drying as a result. He has a nice chest—a really nice chest. So far, it was tied for first place with his stomach, face, neck, arms, shoulders, and hands as the most lickable part of his body. He follows suit and, before you could notice, he removed the dress's sleeves off your shoulders. His lips trail down from your neck to your collarbone, reaching your cleavage before pulling down the top of your dress to uncover your breasts. He took his time caressing and palming them, before you wrap your arms around him, holding him tightly. The sensation of his bare skin against yours feels perfect and comforting, as if, as if you were where you are meant to be at that moment.

He clasps your waist, lifting you higher onto your knees so that your breasts are level with his face. His large hands grab them together as his moutgh eagerly explores. He encircles one nipple and then the other, sending tingles between your thighs. You grip the nape of his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair as your breasts swell into the heat of his open mouth. Your soft moans are interrupted once again by the sught of people dangerously close to his car. “Are you sure about this window?” He bobs his head yes, his tongue too busy swirling around your buds. “Maybe... I don't know... should we go to somewhere else?” You ask tentatively.

Juyeon wraps an arm around your waist and flips you onto your back on the seat. He hovers over you, pulling himself up with his arm, his breath heavy. “Do you really want to stop now?” His pleading eyes meet yours.

Your gaze lingers from his muscled stomach down to the tent inside his pants; his black jeans riding low on his waist looking deliciously inviting. Compelling argument. You reach to his belt, unfasten it and pull down his bottoms just enough to free his cock. You grab it, feeling his thickness pulse in your hand and start stroking the length. Juyeon squeezes his eyes shut, furrowing his eyebrows, silent moans leave his mouth. With your thumb you collect the precum leaking from the tip and spread it all over it. You pick up the pace and his breath starts to hitch. “Wait, slow down” he says under his breath, his little plea only makes you want to pump his shaft until he comes for you. You grip him tighter, hand merciless moving up and down. “Noona, wait… really...” He whimpers softly. Where did this come from? Shit must have got really serious because he had never called you that before. It arouses you more than you'd expect, driving you to clutch your inner thighs to soothe your aching core. You keep jacking him off eagerly, but he stops you, pulling your hands away from his shaft. He squeezes his cock roughly to interrupt the impending climax.

Your eyes are fixed on him the whole time, contemplating the view of his fucked-up state; the slickness between your legs gets impossibly wetter at such breathtaking view. He catches you biting your lip, trying not to smile.

“What?” He asks shyly, casting a half-smile that should be illegal. “Are you enjoying this?” You nod your head yes. “Let’s see how you’d do in my place.” He suddenly yanks your underwear and you release a little yelp at the suddenness of the movement.

Kneeling down on the floor, Juyeon’s nudges the skirt of your dress a little higher, just enough so it doesn’t get in his way. He spreads you gently, caressing the back of your knees as he hooks them over his shoulders. He plants one soft kiss on each of your inner thighs and fixes his gaze on your center. If you weren’t this drunk, you’d have blushed at all the staring. At this moment, however, you’re just catching your breath in anticipation, eager for his next move.

He starts tentatively with a gentle close-mouthed kiss, prompting you to exhale sharply the air you’d been holding. Another kiss, followed by a slow tasting. He hums his approval and covers your pussy with his mouth, his tongue gliding your slit up and down slowly, bringing the juices that leaked from your entrance to your nub. Supporting yourself on your elbows you reach for him, threading your fingers on his hair while you watch him licking you steadily.

“Do you like it?” he asks looking into your eyes, sucking your clit with slight pressure as he waits for an answer. Mmmh is all you manage to answer, throwing your head back. He flattens his tongue against your clit and samples you again and again and again “Fuck,” you cry out. Your panting must have gotten a tad too loud, because he reached up to clamp a hand over your mouth.

And then your eyes shoot up and you freeze.

Holy shit.

You spot Hongjoong just a few meters aways, standing close by the rear passenger side door, talking to someone in the concession line, a blonde girl beside him.

Juyeon notices the expression on your face and turn his head to see what had spooked you. He smirks when he spots your boyfriend. He turns back to your core. “Damn, Hongjoong,” he resumes flicking out his tongue. “Your girlfriend tastes so good.”

You pull away from his hand covering your mouth. “Shhh! He might hear us.” You whisper urgently, trying to keep your voice hushed.

He swirls his tongue around your clit once more. “Thanks for letting me borrow her, man.” His hands grasp your hips, tilting them upward and forward, buckling you against his face. He plunges in and gently rubs your clit with the tip of his nose while his tongue works up and down your slit.

“Oh, God,” you let it slip in the form of a moan.

Juyeon covers your mouth again, tsk-tsking you. “He might hear us,” he repeats your words, his quiet voice laced with humor, “he might hear your little cries and whimpers”. His words only drive you needier, your moans never ceasing as his tongue lashes your nub relentlessly.

Your hips start to twitch from the overwhelming sensitivity and Juyeon responds by firmly holding it in place so you can’t escape his tongue. Noticing you're close he inserts one finger inside and, gently tugging your clit between his lips, he shakes his head in a rapid side-to-side motion. This sends you over the edge, the tingling turns into heat that blooms from your nerve endings. You tug your hand in his hair and smother his face with your pussy, creating delicious friction that unravels you in a torrent of wrenching convulsions. He continues to suck on your clit, holding you steadfastly as you ride the orgasm wave.

The aftershocks come to an end and Juyeon presses a parting kiss to your sensitive nub, rises up and leans over you. “You look so pretty coming,” he says before kissing you. You can taste yourself in his mouth, his face covered with your cum; few things look hotter than that, you think to yourself.

Juyeon reaches to his back pocket and pulls out a condom. Your heart does a little flip-flop at the sight of his pratically-naked body, his erection hiking up almost to his navel as he tears the wrapper and rolls the condom. A sight you wish you could ink in your brain to revisit afterwards.

When he comes back down, you lock his hips with your legs and the tip of his cock finds the wet heat of your cunt like a magnet. Reaching down, Juyeon grabs hold of your hip and pushes inside slowly. You sense his body tensing as he rocked you against you. “You feel. . .” He exhaled. “You’re so warm”.

You just hum in response, unable to contain the overwhelming sensation of him filling you up. As much as you hate to admit it, you’ve yearned for this this moment for a while.

Juyeon thrusts and you clutch his waist to hang on as he slowly picks up the pace, sinking deeper inside you. His breath becomes heavy and lowers his body. Your nipples graze against his chest as he kisses you eagerly. Every sensation is a feast for your senses as his tip rubs against your sensitive walls. You relish the feeling of his tip rubbing your tender walls and, without thinking, clench and unclench your pussy around him, wrapping him tighter. “Wait, wait. . .” he cries out. In a swift motion, he pulls out, letting his cock rest between your folds. He leans downs and presses his lips to yours, “Sorry I can’t control myself today.”

“Give it back to me.” You whine, feeling empty without him.

“I need to cool down, or I’ll lose it.” He says placing fleeting kisses along your collarbone, his thumb pressing your swollen nub, tapping it gently.

“I want it.” You beg, kissing him hungrily. “Give it to me.” You bite down on his bottom lip, dragging it with your teeth.

Juyeon sighs. “What do I do with you?” He props himself up again and reaches to fit his tip at your entrance, pushing back inside you. His face twists in pain as he stills. “You just feel too good.” His rasped in your ear, his voince tinged with a hint of agony. He slides a hand under your ass, nestled in deeper and resumed moving. He withdraws, thrusts back into you, retreated, returned, building a a driving rhythm. "It's even better than I imagined. And I've imagined a lot," he moans softly, lost in the overwhelming sensations that consume both of you.

His lewdy cries ignite the longing in your core and you reach down, trying to soothe your throbbing clit. You ripple around him, your walls fisting his cock. “Noona. . . you made it too tight,” he whimpered, picking up his pace to fuck you faster and harder. “I can’t—I’m going to cum” he panted, squirming under your digits, his thrusts growing jerky as he comes apart inside you. With a breathy moan, he surged into you one last time, finding release.

Juyeon comes down, his spent body collapsing on top of yours. Your legs slide limply from around his waist as he rests his head on your shoulder. You feel pure relief and bliss as if the weight of all the stress you had been enduring has been lifted. For a suspended moment, you let your mind wander far away.

A couple of minutes later, you startle awake, a surge of clarity coursing through you as you hear Juyeon tying a knot in the used condom.

“I came a lot.” He observes amused, his mouth agape as he marvels at the volume of cum deposited in the condom. “Buckets, really.”

You crack a smile, but untangle yourself from him, moving to dress yourself.

“What?” Juyeon asks noticing the shift in you expression.

“Nothing, it's fine.” You try to disguise the million thoughts running in your head with a timid smile, trying not to ruin the mood again. It's not guilt that haunts you this time, but a sense of reprehensibility. You may or may not have revenge fucked someone else instead of dealing with the underlying issue properly. The twinge of regret stems more from the possibility of messing with Juyeon's feelings, given how genuine and sweet he's consistently been with you. And you don’t even know if you should reciprocate it. Or how to navigate this at all.

“Hey. . .” He reached for you. “Come here.” He gathered you in his arms and kissed your temple and cheek.

“Juyeon, are you sure—” 

“Shh,” he whispered in your ear and kissed you on the lips. “Don’t worry about me. I meant what I said earlier about, you know, taking whatever.”

You sigh. “I shouldn't be sharing this with you, but. . . I might break up with Hongjoong after all.” You tell him with measured words.

His mouth hung open. “For real?” He asked with widened eyes. If he were a puppy, his tail would be wagging. “That’s great news. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“See, this is why. I don’t want you to think this means anything for us. . .” 

“Waaa. Really? You wouldn’t give me one single date?! You’re so heartless, it gives me chills, look,” he says playfully, unable to contain his smile, pointing to his arm to show goosebumps that aren’t there.

“Ok. One date.” You melted into a puddle at the overload of sweetness. How could you resist him? “You win this one.”

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After pondering over and over again, you finally gather resolution. It's time to break free from a relationship that hasn't been doing nothing good for both of you. You send a message to your boyfriend, letting him know that you went home alone while he was out with his “friends”, but that you strongly feel the need to meet in person to discuss the state of your relationship.

Hours and you get no answers, until your phone begins ringing at 6 am on Sunday. It's Hongjoong calling you. What the hell? He wants to talk in the wee hours of morning? At first, you ignore the calls, but he persists, bombarding you with messages across all possible apps. You give up and decide to take a look.

“Call me… please… it’s urgent.”

The message sounds serious and even ominous enough to convince you to return his call. He answers promptly, but all you can hear on the other end is the sound of him sobbing. Your heart skips a beat as you anxiously wait for him to speak. It's not looking good.

“What happened?” you ask him, a whirlwind of catastrophic scenarios flooding your mind. 

“Y/N… my father… he passed away.”

Your heart and stomach drop. Sometimes the worst you can imagine really happens.

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a/n: part of the car scene is a remix of Penelope Douglas' "Punk 57" book. Great stuff!

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SCP Scenarios: When their kids swear at them (REQUESTED)

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Requested by: @Astro_KeySimp

WARNING: Swearing (sorta)

Ok so I kinda made the reader into the child since don't remember if you wanted the reader to be a child or not, so if it wasn't to your liking, then I'm sorry, but I can make a separate version on where the reader isn't the child

It kinda became more of the SCPs and doctors being dads than their reaction to their kids swearing

SCP 073 (Cain)

Cain was walking around with you since you were bored and there wasn't anything to do

Being unaware of what some of the staff were saying, ye went over to grab you some food for later in case you got hungry

Once you both went back, he watched you play with some Legos and was talking as if it was your Lego friends talking to you

Cain looked away for just 10 seconds and heard you shout out "Wow! He said that her baby's such a bi-" which shocked him as he heard it

Cain looked around and made sure that nobody was around the room and was somewhat surprised that you was the one saying this

Being a good dad he is, Cain explained to you carefuly that you shouldn't say that word because it's bad

And being a sweet shy child, you obliged and stopped saying the word

Til this day, Cain had no idea about where and who you've heard the word from and is very much more self-aware

SCP 076-2 (Abel)

Abel is that type of dad who would teach you all the bad words and encourages you to say them

It's the researchers who had to teach you top not to say those words

One time, Dr Glass came in to examine you and had rewarded you as usual since you were so cooperative

You drew a picture of you and Abel talking in a garden with bright coloured flowers

Simon asked if he could see your drawing and saw that the conversation you and your dad had was those of swearing

This surprised Simon since you knew so many at such a young age but wasn't totally shocked since he knew that you were Abel's child

And knowing him, he wouldn't teach you to be nice, so Simon took the job as a mother hen and taught you to not use those words around people

SCP 999 (Tickle Monster)

Ok, so I'll keep this SCP short since I, again, don't know what I should write for this adorable, squicky, neon-orange, bubby blob

Another SCP who doesn't cuss

This adorable squishy boi here was about to have a heart attack when he heard you swear fir the first time

He had to ask you worryingly where you heard that phrase and you just said some guy wearing a white jacket

999 sighed knowing that you'll grow and couldn't do anything to stop it

He did, however, mention that you should try and avoid saying those things to anyone and that they'd most likely have a heart attack since you were his child and you won the genetic lottery for being the cutest and outgoing child in the world

The only other person who knew of this was Dr Glass (sucks to be him ngl, he do be a mother to everyone) and he had to help poor 999 with teaching you better words

SCP 682 (Hard to Destroy Reptile)

YAY! Another SCP who would teach their kid to swear

682 has such a dirty mouth like 076 and would 100% teach you all the words he knows

Similarly to what happened with Abel, you were taken for an interview with Dr Sophia Light since she was assigned to you

She's such a sweet and kind doctor to be around and would teach you anything and everything you would probably need to know all the while keeping an eye on you in case you become overly aggressive like 682

You were just eating some sweets Lights had given you for good behaviour and overheard some researchers swear

Remembering what your dad had taught you, you just repeated those curse words while clapping at your achievement

This had shocked Sophia and that researcher since you were known to be a moderately shy and quiet child who normally wouldn't say those things despite being 682's child

Sophia had to ask if you understood the meaning of those words and shook your head as an indicator for no

She had to carefully find her words and told you to never speak of those words again and took you back to 682's cell

You went and hugged your dad and told him that you learnt from the doctor that those curse words were bad and neither of you should say them

682 had a headache after that

SCP 049 (Plague Doctor)

I have a hard time thinking that 049 would teach his child to cuss and would avoid swearing in front of them at all cost

Like, he barely swears anyways but he wants to stay classy and sassy for his innocent child

Just like the other day, his kiddo, you, was curious about the whole surgery thingy he does on the dead bodies, so you asked him to teach you and so he did (like the good father we nevah had)

So you learnt some new, yet difficult, words (cuz we all have a nonexistent pea-sized brain) and somehow, you managed to fit in a curse word

This did surprise 049 as he had remembered that he didn't teach you those foul words

He had to give you a talk about using such words and you teared up since you thought that people used them to express their affection to others

Unsurprisingly, 049 took his sweet time looking for the guy who 'taught' you this and wanted to use him as a case study for your future lessons

SCP 035 (Possessive Mask)

Another parent with such an amazing influence on children

035 would teach and enable you to use swearing as a form of expression

So you were free to say whatever you want as long as they aren't directed to our mask here, especially if it's in a negative way

Otherwise, you'd be punished (No not like that! He'll just ground you from your favourite TV show/movie)

The researchers were surprised, not about you swearing, but how you use them through expression

Except for this poor guy who was new to the foundation and bumped into you by accident

This rookie found himself listening to you cursing like a sailor (maybe not that much but more or less on the same level as Samuel L Jackson)

Word got out and everybody laughed at the poor rookie and told him more about your background and how you love to swear (apparently swearing will prolong your life, so you'll basically be immortal here)

035 was impressed by the whole ordeal and rewarded you with more shows to watch whenever you're both free

SCP 105 (Iris)

Iris would accidentally swear in front of you and whenever she realises it, she would tell you to not swear at people since it wasn't very nice

So she would use words to replace the swearing like "oh fudging hell not now" and "no sugar honey ice tea"

The foundation felt that it was slightly unnecessary but went with it anyways

They'd even go as far as saying that it's ridiculous, but who are they to judge?

Iris was your mother and she's a single mum too, so she felt the need to be overly beating but would occasionally let you decide on your own since you were only 12

The foundation members did tell her that you will eventually grow and more of these words will be used but she just hesitates

As a teen, you did begin to use foul words more often and Iris would argue about how you're using them, especially towards her, your own mother

Needless to say, you both felt bad and made up

SCP 106 (Old Man)

Now this old man right here doesn't exactly speak, or at least very rarely

And if he does, he'll most likely be talking to you or the foundation staff if he needed some help finding you

He'll most likely be able to understand what the researchers are saying, even if they aren't speaking English

My own personal hc is that 106 understands English, German, Spanish, French, Chinese, Arabic and Indonesian and probably many others

Every now and again, somebody would come in and teach you new words and give other lessons like maths and poetry (our favourite)

You came back home to tell him all the things you've learnt as he watched you in awe as he braided your hair

You've even used some new phrases, including swear words while talking and 106 was pretty impressed

I feel that he's quite neutral with swear words since words are words and are used as a form of verbal communication

So I don't think they'll be much change in his behaviour to whether you're swearing or not

SCP 096 (Shy Guy)

Now with 096, all he does is scream

So basically, somebody else would have to teach you some words

It's not to say that 096 is a dumb animalistic creature with no soul and just kills people who look at his face

He isn't stupid since he manages to find anyone who looked at his face from the other side of the globe

And he seems to understand what the researchers are saying, or at least on a more intermediate to moderate level

You'll learn about swear words from the other researchers, whether they'll be teaching it to you intentionally or you've overheard them

The foundation could really care less, but would at least prefer that you chill a bit if you got carried away

096 would act all cheery when you learn more new things as it's not like the foundation would let him out anyway, so he'll be living the outside world life from you (How relatable, but more with babysitting and dating, cuz I'm too pretty for anyone to date XD)

Like with 106, I don't think 096 would have any special reaction towards swearing, but would probably be screaming internally for a bit since he knows that it isn't a nice word

Dr Jack bright

This mf right here is one of those parents who would be kind but firm

Bright would most definitely give in to your curiosity and teach you whatever you want to learn but would warn you of the dangers

Depending on what it is, he would even go as far as giving you your own personal guard who would stay with you and train you

And unfortunately, this guard has such a foul mouth, so you're constantly exposed to such words

Luckily for the both of you, Jack Bright doesn't really care about swearing as long as you're not being extremely inappropriate if you were to work

He would even joke around with you sometimes and would even start the conversation with swearing

For instance, he'd just surprise you with a "Yeet his mf outta my sheithole"

And yes, you did laugh at his antics

Some would even say that you're an exact clone of him but more stable (for now)

Well, Bright is an amazing dad, but I'd say just below Dr Glass

Or maybe even on par with him

Like Bright is a goofy dad that has all the terrible dad jokes and Glass would be the type of dad to look out for his kid

Dr Simon Glass

Dr Glass would most definitely avoid using swear words, especially if you were under 15

Even if you were over 15, he'd still avoid swearing unless he wants to make a joke or 2

So most of the time, you'd learn all the swearing from other people and SCPs

Sometimes you would swear by accident and Glass would just look at you, slightly disappointed

I'd say he doesn't exactly care about you swearing per see, but would rather you avoid it

It's cuz Simon is the best dad a dad could ever dad and nobody could prove me wrong here

He's also one of the top best dads compared to the others on the list

He's basically your best friend so he'd let you vent and its the 1 time he'd let you swear to show your emotions

Simon would 100% know your thoughts and behaviour

He's just that good at reading people, especially you - almost to the point where people would say he's an SCP cuz I swear he's just empathic and telepathic

As mentioned before, Glass would be the type of dad to care for your mental health

It's not that the others don't, it's just that Glass is a top their God of Psychology and would come to you before you even know you have depression

He would even crack a joke sometimes

So every so often, he would shout out "LANGUAGE!!!" from across the room before you could even bat an eye and say anything

Dr Alto Clef

Another top tier dad, but swearing addition

Your godfather would literally be Jack Bright

Then it's Kondraki and Glass

He would let you swear on a daily basis and would join you

Sometimes you be looking at your Oppas/Noonas and be like: "Oh fxxk me!" and Clef, who's in the next room, be like: "Yeah, fxxk me too!" (Yes but no sis! No incest pls!)

Other times, you would be in the same room as Clef and Bright and you'd join them in being chaotic

And poor Kondraki  is just there at the back trying to do his work peacefully

One time, Kondraki had to grab a Simon Glass to help stop the chaotic trio

And OML did it end so well

You were easy to manage tbh, with the exception of you swearing

Clef and Bright would most definitely encourage you to swear more

Especially Clef since he does have a twisted sense of humour

Dr Benjamin Kondraki

Kondraki is totally the type of person who would tell their kid to mind their own language

But he secretly doesn't care and his child knows it

His style of parenting is similar to Simon's

And yes, Simon is your #1 godfather/uncle

You'd go to him for emotional support since Kondraki sucks at that

Sometimes you'd swear at him and he'd get mad though

So yeah, running to Glass is a wonderful idea

And we all know that Kondraki doesn't mean what he said

He's just extremely introverted, but he's rather sensible - Usually...

Anyways, he would ask Simon on tips and advice on how to get you to stop swearing so much and he just gave Benjamin a parenting book (Like fr guys, let Glass have some rest, he's tired of babysitting over 100 dozens of pets in the zoo and all the other babies who work in it)

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Prompt: Pro Athlete Sirius because that my and Remus' kink

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When Remus was young— surrounded by the light breeze of the Welsh coast and the harmony of birds chirping in the distance— he would follow his mother to their small garden behind their cottage  at the cusp of twilight as his father cooked their supper, and he’d watch as she laid flat all sorts of newspapers written in French and Arabic and English, watch as she brought her red pen against the ink and marked the articles with underlines and shorthand he wouldn’t understand for years still.

He asked her once, when he was barely eight years old, why she bothered to keep up with so many different publications, why she read the same story penned by countless perspectives when all the facts stayed the same at the end of the day. And he remembers how she had let out a quick, shrill of a laugh, tossing back her golden head while sucking in a puff from the bubbling hookah she had set up besides her— a habit she acquired from her Algerian, refugee parents, and one that became synonymous to those late nights in Remus’s eyes.

“Facts can be wielded to someone’s personal vendettas, Remus John,” she had crooned in that adoring way of hers whenever she spoke to him— honey eyes that were the same color and shape to Remus’s own flashing alight and their matching smiles going crooked in her stunningly beautiful face. 

“Oh.” Remus had replied, still confused as all get out but was perfectly fine with just holding his small vigil, watching her beneath moonlight and the soft glow of their outdoors lamps, as he listened to the shuffling of papers while she commenced this odd quirk. 

It’s a decade and a half later—  as his editor for the Phoenix, a small, but bustling online editorial that plans on dethroning the likes of Politico and Vox in only a matter of years, scans his latest findings on the corrupt boosters linked to MP Avery from Leeds— when Remus thinks he suddenly understands what his mother, with her keen eyes and pixelated air, had meant by facts in how they can be colored differently simply by the words surrounding them. And he wonders if one day soon, one of his bylines will join her little stack of stories, if she’ll be proud of him even if she says as much even now, when he’s a lost twenty-something stumbling through life in the capitol and barely making it as is, between his actual job and the gig he has at the coffee shop nearest his dingy flat he shares with three other blokes.

“Mmm, this is good, Lupin,” Dorcas declares after what feels like an eon, dropping her long, dark legs from where they were lounging leisurely on her desk and scuffs out her cigarette in a pretty, glass ashtray. “Send it over to Flores to look into deeper, maybe it’ll corroborate the info she’s already gotten from her sources.”

Remus feels himself bristle, hopes that it doesn’t show, that his face stays passive as he contends, “I think I should at least help her write the expose, I’m the one who got this bombshell.”

“That’s not how it works, sweets,” Dorcas toots, tossing back her dark head of curls as she rises, perching on the corner of her desk delicately and looking down, straight into his gaze. “I know it’s frustrating, but you’re fresh blood. barely six months here, but Alice has been with us for years. This is her baby, and we’re just here to nurture it.”

“So I’ll have to wait another ten months, at least,  to get the same treatment?” He argues in an admittedly petulant way, making Dorcas laugh endearingly, and Remus is suddenly,  searingly reminded of his age, and how he’s the youngest staffer that this London based news outlet has on hand. 

“C’mon, love, it won’t be that long for someone as sharp as you, just be patient, and don’t try to pull a Zoe Barnes on us, yeah? You’re far too pretty to clean up on the rails of  the tube.” Dorcas tousles a hand into his dark tawny curls, and Remus holds back the roll to his eyes that he feels willing up inside of him as he stands fully.

“Thanks Cas.”

She smiles beatifically, and throws him a wink. “You’re joining Emmy for the report tomorrow on those United footballers and their fundraiser for the hospital, yeah?”

“Bright and early,” Remus replies, still feels a bit miffed that he was chosen to write up the charity function, considering he doesn’t know a lick about football and doesn’t really get on with anyone who does. But Caradoc— their typical sports reporter— is out sick with the flew, so it’s on him. “I’ll have it on your desk early enough so it’ll be published by tea time.”

“Good man,” Dorcas says in thanks, picking up her crowing cellphone before waving him off.

Remus isn’t all that surprised when he strides out of the office only to find Benjy Fenwick sitting against the opposite wall, knees pressed to his chest and quickly scrambling up when he catches sight of Remus. Sometimes it’s impossible to believe that the bespectacled man in front of him is one of the top editors for the Phoenix, that he’s a regular corespondent for places like the BBC or CNN— that his rebukes against the piss poor inquiries waged during PMQs have become more anticipated than the sessions themselves. Remus tends to forget all of that when he sees him like this, messy haired and wearing a graphic T-shirt with some marvel superhero embossed on the front. “Wotcher Remus.”

“Hiya Remus says, smiling softly and rocking back on his heels. “You wanted to talk to the sergeant then?”

“Huh? Oh, no, no. I didn’t want to talk to Dorcas, I just— Erm, I know you were showing her that stuff you got from that intern, Pettigrew, and i know you were chafed about not getting any opportunity here so—“ He trails off, scratching the back of his head and studying a point over Remus’s shoulder, and it’s all too endearing, and Remus is so beyond thankful he’s made such a good friend here.

“No cigar,” he says in answer to the unspoken question, shrugging noncommittally even if he feels like shit over it.

Benjy nods, face contrite in a way that tells Remus he never thought it would’ve went otherwise. “I’m sorry, that’s bollocks.”

“’S whatever,” Remus shrugs off the apology, begins walking down the hall and straightening his report to hand over to Alice. 

“Ah,, erm. We can get a drink, yeah? In commiseration,” Benjy offers, and Remus stilts only for a beat before continuing the twisting trail to where Alice is set up with the more senior members on staff. And he feels only sorta bad about wanting to refuse. He knows that if he says yes, it’ll mean something different to Benjy than it does him, that he’ll probably take it as Remus finally giving into his pestering and deciding to actually go out with him, even if he’s refuted the other four times he’s asked as much. Remus’s simply just too busy trying to get a footing in this city, and trying to figure out where he’s suppose to go from here, and what he’s suppose to do. And yes, Benjy is cute— a complete Seth Cohen archetype. And he’s sweet and smart and funny enough. But Remus is really not in the mood for doing the whole flowers and wine and candle lit dinners shtick, had gotten enough of that while still with his university boyfriend. And yeah, he’s only just turned 24, but he already feels too old and too jaded for that sort of puppy love— even if Benjy’s got a good decade and some change on him.

Probably sensing his hesitation, Benjy is quick to rectify the offer. “I’ll ask Mary, and Fabian too, and a few others. We can make a night of it, just some drinks on a Friday after work.”

Stalling by the last turn to Alice’s desk, Remus looks at him from over his shoulder, and sort of hates himself for being such a soft hearted fuck sometimes. “Yeah Benj, sounds nice. Just let me know on the group chat, yeah?”

Benjy grins, much more genuine than his awkward quirk of the lips from earlier. “Yeah, good call, I’ll let the others know pronto.”

“Aces,” Remus says, tosses him a obligatory thumbs-up before finding an expectant looking Alice who’s tapping her foot impatiently.

Yeah, today is so bloody shit.

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Surprisingly, the round of drinks turns to another and then a third and fourth and Remus is currently nursing his fifth mango margarita on Benjy’s tab, and he actually feels lighter than he has since taking the job at Phoenix, feels bright and bubbling and like absolutely nothing could be wrong as long as he’s got this drink in his grasp and he’s sitting with the handful of reporters and photographers from the office that don’t all have sticks up their asses. It’s fun, it’s good. So obviously it couldn’t have lasted.

Mary is currently cackling about her Uber driver from last night who asked her all sorts of well meaning, but incredibly dense questions about her hijab— a freshly poured glass of coke in one hand, while the other is tangled into her girlfriend Emmy’s. And From his left Remus can hear Fabian ribbing Frank on his crush on Alice, while Benjy scoots intermittently closer as they watch Kingsley and Marlene sparring over something to do with a Kardashian or TikTok trend or whatever the fuck else— The guy has resilience, Remus has to give Benjy that.

“Right, who’s buying next?” Marlene asks, abrasive as ever while scrolling through her phone, ostensively finding something to prove her point against the managing editor.

“Reckon it’s my turn,” Benjy crows, standing up smoothly and glancing down at Remus with a nervous sort of half grin.

“Just a water for me, ta. I need to sober up,” Remus tells him, feels proud that he didn’t even slur slightly. Benjy bobs his head understandingly, and Remus turns to ask Marlene about her latest tinder hookup which always is a good laugh, but then he catches on it. On the sound of the pub’s doors flinging open, followed by a raucous crowd of athletic looking guys probably only a bit older than he is, clambering indoors. 

They’re all so very sixth-form, broad grins and slapping each other’s shoulders with jeers, topped off with loud, bark like laughter that makes it obvious to Remus that these wankers think that they’re some sort of group of gods amongst men, roaming around like everyone should fall to their feet and offer everything they have. It makes Remus roll his eyes so far back that it feels like he might’ve sprained them. They just give off this exhausting aura that reminds him of a past boyfriend in tenth year who was on the footie team and who’s favorite activity was either making Remus feel lucky enough to go out with someone so popular, or dragging him around like some sort of bloody trophy.

To put it nicely, Remus sorta hates them on sight. So when he sees one of the tossers— regrettably the brightest of the lot who’s all pearly teeth, and glittering eyes and incredibly impressive shoulders that tape off to a narrow waste in an objectively infuriating matter— swivels up to the barkeep and jostles Benjy on his way, well Remus doesn’t hesitate to dart forwards to tell him off.

“Oi, watch where you’re going, yeah?”

Benjy and the bloke who looks like he might moonlight as a model for Calvin briefs for when he’s not lounging in a yacht off the Tuscany coast, both turn to him at the same time. Benjy looking abashed, and the aforementioned tosser preening like the cat who’s just caught a canary.

“Sorry, love. Didn’t see you there,” he says in a delightfully deep tenner, giving Remus an appreciative once over, and Remus absolutely despises how the action makes him feel both thrilled and irritated. “Trust and believe, I wouldn’t have looked away if I saw you.”

“Not me, arse.” Remus spits back, refuses to pay any credence to how his cheeks have begun to flush. “You bumped into my mate right there, the one with the tray of loggers.”

The tosser darts his almost molten gray eyes over to Benjy for a sparing second before he laser focusses back onto Remus, the most phony expression of contrition all over his face. “Sorry to your friend,” he says the descriptor like a joke that no one else is in on. “Let me buy you a drink in sorry for the one I made slim here spill.”

Remus is officially unimpressed, hopes that his flat tone gets it across. “You’re an arse.”

“You’re mouthy,” he retorts, looks like it’s something he greatly appreciates— delights over even. 

“Ah, ’s fine Remus, really. I’ll just bring these back and get us a new glass.”

“Listen to slim, Remus, he’s got the right idea.” The tosser hurriedly interjects, strutting close enough to him that he makes it so Remus has to tip his head back just slightly so not to drop his gaze. “I’m Black, Sirius Black, just to get the pleasantries out of the way.” His leer tells Remus that the name should probably evoke some response of aw into Remus, but all it does is make him sound so egregiously pretentious that Remus wants to smack his own bloody head against a dry wall and stay in the hole until this ruddy Sirius bloke leaves him the hell alone.

“Good for you,” he says instead of all of that, and spots Sirius’s friends from behind Sirius chuckling and elbowing one another. Evidently this is a line the tosser uses frequently, and Remus is pleased that he might be one of the first who aren’t at all impressed by the grandiose way he introduced himself.

“Hah, you know I’m use to the pretty ones playing hard to get, but I’m really feeling here that you’re not exactly liking my company, love.”

Remus sucks in a frustrated breath through his nose, shouldering past Sirius and taking the tray of drinks from Benjy before storming back to their table where the others have begun openly gawping at the scene— Marlene outright squawking with Fabian just as Remus takes his seat.

“Don’t,” Remus warns them all as he silently says fuck off to the water and instead gargles down one of the loggers. And if he has to steadfastly not turn around for the rest of the night towards where he can feel Sirius’s gaze burning into his back— well then so be it.

.-

The next morning, Remus has to puke twice into the toilet, and gulps down three aspirins just to stave off his bloody hangover from the night before where he decided that getting properly sloshed would prove as a good technique to not end up making out with Sirius in some dark corner— or regrettably the backseat of his car. And if he does still remember flashes of ranting to him about how insufferable preppy, rich boys actually are while Sirius gazed at him endeared— well Remus just decides to purge it out along with the stomach acid. It’s not like he’ll ever see the douche again.

.-

He meets Arthur— one of the accountants who also helps out by taking photos for more low key news stories— outside the hospital where the conference will be taking place with the Manchester United team. There was a scrimmage that they all played with some of the kids in the cancer ward that occurred at around eight in the ruddy morning, but thankfully Remus didn’t have to show up until an hour later when the team presented their big shiny check, to the big, shiny hospital. 

However, Arthur has been here for hours, so he’s beyond chirpy and looks like he’s downed three cups of espresso as he chatters on about his son Percy starting secondary school, and his eldest, Bill, getting an award for his reading prowess, and all the strange craving his wife has been having throughout her pregnancy with the twins they’re expecting any week now. And Remus loves Arthur, he does— one of the sweetest folks he’s ever met— but God, his head is still thrumming from those misguided tequila shots and he really just wants to get his three quotes, and write up the story so he can find refuge back in his sheets.

While Arthur has moved to talking about his wife, Molly’s, plans to open up a daycare in their refurnished garage, Remus scans his eyes over the familiar face of reporters from other outlets who look just as bored as him, and then to the stage where a woman in a sharply pressed suit is ushering for the group of football stars to join her, so that the conference can finally fucking begin. 

And Remus thinks that their faces are sorta familiar, probably from all the publicity they get on the telly— but then he freezes as he stops at one of them with dark brown skin, and thick rimmed spectacles— and he suddenly can hear him chatting about his redheaded girlfriend and drunkenly declaring that she’ll be the mother of his children some day soon. So he completely expects it when his stomach drops as he moves his glance just a bit to the right, being struck by pearly teeth, and glittering eyes and incredibly impressive shoulders that tape off to a narrow waste, made all the more infuriating by the tight kit he’s got on and the blazing number twelve splayed against his chest.

And fuck.

Remus runs through about a dozen scenarios in which he can make a discrete, or not so discrete exit before he notices him, but in tandem to his spiraling thoughts, the wanker actually looks forwards, and like a creepy metal detector, his quick silver gaze pinpoints onto Remus.

They stare at one another for a beat before his smirk goes wolfish, and he runs a hand through his artfully tousled hair in a way that practically screams, fancy meeting you here. And holy fuck he looks so mouth watteringly attractive with that faint film of sweat running down his neck, and how his smile pulls slightly more to the left, and how he’s looking at Remus like he’s his birthday and Christmas presents all rolled into one.

Remus suddenly hates everything— but most of all hates Sirius, and how bloody fit he is.

“Oh, you’re a fan then?” 

Starting, Remus shifts around slightly so that he’s facing Arthur completely. “Pardon?”

“Sirius Black I mean, you’re a fan?” Arthur asks in that abrasively congenial and intensely scrutinizing way that he treats everything. “I mean he’s a great player, but I know you don’t really watch. So I bet it’s all that charity work he does, yeah?”

“Charity work?” Remus echos, feeling like a floundering fish.

“Truly some amazing stuff.” Arthur pontificates, rubbing a hand against his jaw as he tips his head back. “I mean obviously I’m partial to the fundraising for Reporters Without Borders, but of course the things he does with the more impoverished kids is great. And I know Molly likes his very outspoken posts about being anti war and his annual live streams to earn money for refugees in those war torn nations, like the last one he did for Syria?”

“Oh—“ Remus says, feeling like his head is being overrun by a fountain of new information.

“Yes well, you don’t usually see athletes get into the thick of it with political issues, but I reckon he never really minded. I mean the fact he’s the first football star from United to have come out without any fanfare really proved that. Oh, I think they’re starting, I should probably get some photos before Dorcas gives me a tongue lashing.”

And as quick as the flash of his camera’s lends, Arthur is using his considerable height to get to a more advantageous spot towards the front, and leaves Remus in the dust, as if he hasn’t just obliterated his every assumption of Sirius from after that initial meeting.

And unbidden, the words his mother had told him so many years ago, about facts and how they can color a situation just simply based off the person who’s speaking them— flood to the forefront of his mind.

“Fucking hell,” Remus mutters lowly, gets jostled by Greengrass, a hawkish reporter from a rivaling publication who always has on the most wickedly sharp acrylic nails, and perfectly quaffed curls— as she waves around her certification to speak her inquiry.

“My question is for Potter,” she announces when the woman leading the event, McGonagall, points her way. “And I was wondering how early you boys have to rise for training during the season? And how intense the sessions are that Coach Hooch puts you guys through?”

Potter, the one with the redheaded girlfriend that Remus heard so much about last night between his ranting at Sirius, parts his lips, but it’s not his voice that ends up reverberating through the outdoors space. Instead, it’s Sirius, who’s shouldering him with a goading air, obviously expecting his comment to have only ended up in Potter’s ear and not caught by the mike.

“I wonder if Lupin will let me wake up with’m so he can let me get some real training done before practices, eh?”

And just as soon as his words pitter off, the entire crowd drops to a hush— quiet enough so that they could probably hear it if a pen dropped. 

Sirius’s handsome face— strong jawline, and broad but sharp cheekbones, and a long, narrow nose— goes suddenly ashen, and he flashes over to Remus as if he’s terrified that he’ll bite his face off.

God, what an idiot.

With a long suffering sigh, Remus plucks out the microphone from a slack faced Greengrass’s hand. “We can discuss the regimen afterwards, Black. Just meet me by the front doors and let your mate answer the bloody question.”

Everyone around them falls into laughter that’s caught between uncomfortable chuckles and amazingly amused cackling, but the only person Remus is paying any mind is Sirius, and how he seems to have gone absolutely incandescent, nodding electrically before miming the zip of his lips and gesturing for Potter to carry on.

Jesus help him, Remus has no idea what he’s gotten himself into.

.-

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request: i loved strawberries and cigarettes but levi just can’t catch a break :(( can we have a super fluffy modern au with boyfriend levi instead? thanks!

request: hi i’m new here and had read your fics. i love your take on levi’s character! Also that your writing is very great to read!😘 (tho that angst really made me cry HARD) if i may request umm... i want a levi x reader fic about them being like an old married couple but they’re not in a relationship ‘yet’ so like everyone ships them. Its a fluffy crack fic/ Reader is like “well you’re clean and I kinda lilke you so...” then levi be like “you’re tolerable and knows how to properly clean.” and then they really ended up married. It’s like the easiest transition from friends to lovers that one day they just said lets get married we act like it anyway whats new 😂. I want fluffs and laughs! Aot is angsty enough we need fluffs with our favorite characters!!

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: fluff, semi-crack.  ❈ word count: 4.6k

❈ summary: modern au. In which you and Levi are both professors at the same university, and are painfully unaware that all the students and other staff members have a bet that’s been going on for years now. What’s it about? When you’ll both finally confess to each other and just date already.

❈ trigger warnings: profanity. mentions of sex

a/n: made it gender neutral as per usual. this was really fun to write! makes me think about writing fluff more often (pffft sure)

Trost University was home to many brilliant minds. It was a prestigious school with an acceptance rate of 600 out of 4000 yearly applicants, and producing the finest students; those of which would almost always graduate with high honors before starting a successful career of their choosing.

Its professors, undoubtedly, were of the finest quality as well. They were professional, extremely skilled, and highly trained. It was a workforce full of almost over qualified educators excelling in their respective fields, with master and PhD certificates framed on cubicle walls being the norm in the faculty room.

Erwin himself was proud to be a professor here. He started working as a high school teacher when he was still studying for his master’s degree, shifting from high school teachings to college teachings as years passed by, before eventually getting recognized and offered a job seven years ago by the prestigious school.

His friends— a loving and longterm couple who, as far as he knew, were high school sweethearts and still going strong today— had joined him on this journey as well. He’d known them since they were in college, all studying different fields but aiming for the same career of teaching.

The three of them shared a strong bond; a bond built on study groups, mutual dislike for crappy teachers, and a certain love for education. They were there for him, and he was there for them. He especially disliked it, however, when their relationship went through rough patches. He didn’t like picking sides, and listening to the same story being told from two different perspectives almost always made him want to grab Y/N and Levi’s heads and bash them together for how dumb they were acting.

But despite the differences and occasional fights, he wouldn’t hesitate to say that he trusted them with his life.

So Erwin, for the life of him, couldn’t figure out why he was just now finding out that the power couple he knew and loved wasn’t even a couple at all.

“So, wait.” He speaks, trying to be heard over the crowded cafeteria chatter. “You’re telling me... they’re not a longterm couple?”

“They’re not.” Moblit confirms easily. “Apparently, they’re not even dating.”

“Or so they claim.” Hange interjects. “Y/N and Levi have actual matching rings. Literally— I asked Levi about it once and he said Y/N was his fiancé.”

“But not romantically.” Moblit quickly adds on. “I was there too, he said not romantically.”

“Why would Levi propose to someone he’s not romantically interested in, huh?!” She counters back, a little louder than the brown haired man’s volume.

“I don’t know! Citizenship? Money? Sex—“

“They’re in love! You know they’re in love, you’re just denying it because you want to get in Y/N’s pants.” She huffs. “And because you’re about to lose the bet.”

Erwin’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “Bet? What bet?”

“Oh, you don’t know about the bet?” Hange asks. “It’s been going on for, like, five years now. The entire faculty’s in on it.” She begins to chow down on her soup, not offering more of an explanation. Moblit takes this as his cue to expand when he notices Erwin’s blank stare.

“Since you guys joined maybe... seven or so years ago? Everyone just assumed Y/N and Levi were a thing. Because of, y’know, the way they interact with each other. But then five years ago Hange and I asked them when their anniversary was so we could get them some wine, and both of them full on denied even being in a relationship.”

Hange nods, more than a spoonful of soup and a more than generous bite of bread in her mouth. “Yeah, but then I peaked at their faculty files—“

“Peaked at their faculty files?” Erwin murmurs, but he’s ignored.

“—and they have the same home address. They live together!”

“I can confirm that much, at least.” The blonde man answers thoughtfully. “They’ve been sharing a dorm since college but Y/N moved out at some point. They live together in Levi’s apartment now, though.”

“That doesn’t prove anything.” Says Moblit. “They could just be roommates and really good friends.”

“Well I’ll say!” Hange throws her hands in the air. “I caught Y/N sucking Levi’s dick at a party once. Must be one hell of a friendship they have, aye Moblit?”

Her elbow begins nudging the brunette beside her, and Erwin stares with amusement when Moblit starts getting irritated from the eccentric woman’s teasing.

“So what’s the wager?” Erwin asks.

The two professors stop their bickering and share an evil smile. Hange gestures for Erwin to come closer, as if she were about to tell him a secret, and he does just that.

“Whoever wins the bet gets a free meal from Shaw’s Bistro.”

Erwin’s eyes widen. Shaw’s Bistro; the classy high end restaurant with the fancy wine, fancier atmosphere, and the best Japanese Salted Salmon he’s ever had.

It was an expensive restaurant— even for someone with his salary. Erwin knew he could rarely ever eat there unless he wanted to run his bank account dry. And he concludes that this petty bet must be a Pretty Big Fucking Deal.

He squints his eyes. “I’m listening.”

Hange giggles as she continues. “Basically, you have to guess how long it’ll take for Y/N and Levi to finally admit they’re couple. But you can’t choose the same answer as other people in the bet, we can’t afford two winners. Literally.” She gestures to Moblit. “Unless you’re like dumb dumb over there who wagered they’ll never admit it because they’re not a couple—“

“They’re not!”

“—I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

Erwin nods his head, one hand on his chin in thought. He never did explicitly ask whether they were dating or not, he just assumed they were.

He carefully considers his options; be a snoop to his longterm friends and possibly break their trust for joining a foolish bet? Or Japanese Salted Salmon from Shaw’s Bistro?

Hange and Moblit look at him expectantly, smiling when he nods.

“Deal me in.”

The cafeteria was noisy when you walked in.

Students mingled amongst themselves, chatting idly about academics and gossip. Cutlery scraped against each other as people took bites of their meals. Your eyes scanned the crowd, spotting your friends sitting around their usual table and having what seemed to be a heated discussion.

You turned to look at the man beside you. “Did you bring your own lunch today?”

Levi nods as he lifts up a small black bag. “Always do. But I’ll stand next to you in the lunch line so you don’t look like a loner.”

That was Levi Speak for I’ll wait for you.

You smile. “Thanks.”

The brief silence between you is broken when you start talking about your students— how proud you were that Armin was tutoring some of the struggling students in his free time, how terrible Jean was at hiding his crush on Mikasa, how terrible Mikasa was at hiding her crush on Eren (“I don’t even think she’s trying to hide it. At this point, I’m convinced that Eren is either dumb or dense.”)

Levi nods along to your tales, seemingly uninterested and bored. But anyone who knew him well would know he was listening intently as you spoke, every word heard loud and clear and processing in his mind as soon as they left your lips. Occasionally, he would pipe in with his own comments (“Eren’s just dumb.”) but he didn’t engage too much, opting to let you speak and rant on.

Your talkativeness never got on his nerves, contrary to popular belief. He liked listening to your stories, listening to your voice, and seeing the little glint in your eyes when you start talking passionately about your students. He overall just liked being around you. You were cleaner than most people he knew. You were tolerable. Sometimes a pain in the ass, but still tolerable.

But what does get on his nerves, however, is being ‘secretly’ watched by his friends.

Once he’s sure you’re not looking, he turns his head in the direction of their table, murderous glare prominent on his face. Hange, Moblit, and Erwin quickly snap their heads down and pretend to eat, but Levi knew they were definitely staring.

“Oh crap, I forgot my free meal card.” He hears you mumble beside him. He hadn’t even realized you were already standing in front of the counter.

“Figures. You have the memory of a gold fish.” Levi comments off-handedly. 

He hands the cashier his free meal card and grabs your tray for you, and you silently took the coat that Levi had swung over his arm to carry with you instead. You knew he’d hate for it to get dirtied by any accidental soup splashing.

“So, what’s happening on your end of the gossip?” You ask, both making your way to your usual table with friends.

Levi shrugs. “The brats are doing well on their thesis. Their grammar is shit though; makes you wonder how they graduated high school.”

You snicker. “You say that now but tomorrow pull an all-nighter to help them study and revise.”

“You’re not one talk. You scheduled two different consultations between classes and three more after your shift.”

“I can’t help it, okay?! You know I have a soft spot for the kids from the 104th.”

Of course he did. He knew of your affection for that specific group of students— admittedly, he held a twinge of affection for them too.

They were part of the first class you ever taught in your entire teaching career. At the time, you both worked at some crappy school in the 104th district. And to see the kids now, all grown up and studying at a prestigious college, it made your heart swell. And Levi’s heart... well, suffice to say it cracked some of the ice around it.

“That soft spot of yours is making you lose sleep.” He scolds. “I’ll take some of the consultations off your hands. The lil shits deserve a teacher who isn’t half asleep.”

Again, that was Levi Speak for Don’t overwork yourself, let me help.

You jokingly slap his arm. “That’s rude!”

“I know.”

Your conversation is interrupted when you finally arrived at the table, Levi setting down your tray in front of you and you handing him back his coat as you sat down next to each other.

“Hey.” You greet your friends, and Levi silently unpacks his lunch. “What were you guys talking about? It looked pretty intense.”

“Oh, nothing, nothing.” Hange waved off. “Just the usual. Grading papers, grading lab experiments, grading essays. The usual.”

You nod, unconvinced but letting it slide. “I see.”

The table is once again filled with laughter and conversations. Banter was thrown around here and there, mostly between you, Hange, and Moblit as you debated about films and TV shows. Levi and Erwin stuck to light chatter, but it didn’t go unnoticed to the shorter man when Erwin’s eyes squinted as Levi placed his arm around the back of your chair like he always did, or when Hange tried to hide her squeal when he wiped some excess soup from the corner of your lips.

Something was up.

It was about ten minutes into lunch when your phone began to ring, a notification from a reminder app you downloaded. You picked up your phone and sighed as you read your schedule.

“Gotta go. I have a meeting in a few.” You mutter, beginning to clean up your tray and utensils; you were a little disappointed. You didn’t even get to finish your soup.

Levi eyes you and the way you kept glancing back and forth between your soup and the clock. He sighs before he speaks, “I’ll take care of your dishes and buy you lunch later. Just go.”

“No, no, I can— fuck!” You yell when the bowl of soup is accidentally knocked over, spilling over your jacket.

Levi silently offers you his handkerchief to clean yourself up. He starts using napkins to clean the table as well, before taking the coat he brought and giving it to you.

“Use this for now.”

You smile at him once again, taking your coat off and slipping on his as you stood up. “Thanks.”

He doesn’t flinch (or react for that matter) when you kiss his cheek before you left, only letting out a small hum of acknowledgement as you waved goodbye to your friends and made your way to the meeting.

Once you were out of view, Hange’s smile immediately drops in favor of too serious eyes as she starts interrogating Levi.

“Okay, cut the crap, Ackerman. How long have you—“

“Hange, no, we’ve talked about this.” Erwin tries to reason but his pleas fall on deaf ears as she continues.

“How long have you and Y/N been dating?”

Ah. So that’s what it was about.

Levi sighs and continues to chew on his bread. He unenthusiastically stares at the woman yelling at him, swallowing his meal before speaking, “I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again: we’re not.”

“Bullshit!” She yells. “You guys are a disgusting old married couple who have two adopted children—“

“Dogs.” Levi corrects boredly, but just like everyone else at the table, he’s ignored as Hange continues her tirade.

“—have matching sweaters, do small bullshit for each other like paying for meals and lending your coats. And for god’s sake, they literally just kissed your cheek even though you hate human contact.”

She finishes her rant but Levi looks unphased. God, she wanted to punch his dumb and oblivious face so bad.

“Those are normal things normal friends do. I’m not surprised you wouldn’t know, four-eyes.” Says Levi, but Hange is unaffected and already used to his abrasive words.

Levi continues. “We don’t do anything beyond what’s considered friendship.”

Hange squints her eyes in suspicion. “Didn’t Y/N move into your apartment?”

“Yeah. Their landlord was shit.”

“Where I caught you having sex?”

“We’re fuck buddies and you don’t know how to knock.”

“But you introduced them to your mom as your fiancé?”

“I lied so she would stop bugging me about getting married.”

“You literally have a shared bank account and a shared retirement fund!”

“It’s easier to keep track of.”

“Damn it, Levi!”

Armin stares at the study guide in front of him, mind half processing the words and half... not. Quite frankly, he starts to wonder if the papers you’d given him were written in gibberish or some dead language no one spoke anymore.

You see him struggle to understand the sheet of paper in front of him, and sigh.

“Need a little help there, Armin?” You offer but he shakes his head. “I’m okay. I think I can understand this if I read through it more, it’s my friends I’m worried about.”

He glances beside him where the rest of his study group also stared the papers, each face painted with a unique mixture of confusion and dread.

You weren’t surprised, however. The readings for this module were quite complex, and the fact that your brightest students— Armin and Mikasa— were struggling with it made you feel a little bit hopeless for the rest of your class. Truth be told, even though you taught this topic countless of times, you weren’t entirely sure how to simplify it without leaving out too much information.

“Okay, how about this, we could—“ A soft knock interrupts your sentence, and you stare at the students in front of you to remember if you were expecting any more. It seemed like everyone was here, however, so you weren’t sure who was at the door.

“It’s me.” Came Levi’s voice, almost like he heard your inner monolgue.

“Come in!” You called out, focus shifting back to the paper in front of you as you heard the door open and close.

Okay, so I guess I could take this part and summarize it for them? Or would that still be too complicated? No, maybe I can—

“Ah, it’s that topic.” Levi mumurs, snapping you out of your thoughts. His face was directly next to yours as he stared intently at the papers you held. “No wonder you all look like you’re about to crap your pants.”

“Language, Levi. Not in front of the students.” You scold.

“They curse more than I do.”

“Still.”

He ignores your comment as he hands you a brown paper bag, pulling a chair out to sit next to you. He grabs the paper from your hands to look over the study guide you prepared, undoubtedly trying to figure out a way to simplify it as well.

“What’s this?” You ask, opening the paper bag.

“Bought you dinner.” He replies, eyes not leaving the paper in front of him. “I figured you’d forget again.”

As if on cue, your stomach suddenly starts feeling empty. It was impossible that you were hungry, though. You just had lunch. And after lunch you had some meetings to attend to, a couple classes, some last minute consultations, and— okay. Maybe it’d been a couple hours since lunch, but it couldn’t be that bad. A brief glance at the clock confirms that—

“Holy shit, it’s almost 8pm.”

“Language, Y/N. Not in front of the students.”

“Kiss my ass.”

“Gladly.”

The students in front of you let out a loud groan, faces over exaggeratedly contorted in disgust at your and Levi’s conversation.

Levi glimpses up at them and raises his eyebrow in question, while you jokingly roll your eyes.

“Alright, I think we should continue our consultation another time.” You said, beginning to pack up your teaching materials as the students did the same. “It’s getting late and curfew’s at 8pm. I’d better not see any of you outside the dorms.”

You knew you would though. It’s Friday night, there’s a bar across the street, and they’re teenagers. What could possibly go wrong?

You turn to Levi and hand him the keys. “You go ahead to the car, I’ll finish packing up.”

“It’s alright, I’ll wait for you in the hallway.” Levi takes the car keys as he stands up, walking out the door once again and leaving you alone with your students.

As you began to arrange your papers and clear the table, you start to remind them, “Okay, so we can discuss chapters—“

“Are you and Professor Ackerman dating?” Eren asks curiously, earning a shove from Jean and a silent threat to shut up, dumbass.

You chuckle. “No, Eren. We’re not.”

He gives you a doubtful look, one which you only return with a curious face.

“What’s with that look?” You ask, and he shrugs.

“You should date him— ow, what?!” He speaks, getting shoved by both Reiner and Jean this time before Mikasa pulls them off of him. You pause from your task.

“Okay, I’ll humor you. Why should I date him?”

The students share a look, daring each other to respond to your bold question. A few tense moments pass by and you smugly continue packing your papers. Yeah, you figured no one would—

“He’s nicer when he’s with you.” To your surprise, it was Mikasa who answers.

Unsure how to answer but still wanting to remain professional, you nod your head without looking up from your task. “Duly noted. Now go on, I know you have parties to attend to. I won’t hold you here much longer.”

The students laughed as they said their goodbyes; you held the door open for them until everyone was out before you left as well, shutting down the lights and locking the room once more.

A warm hand makes its way to the small of your back, and you smile.

“Hey.” Levi greets.

“Hey.” You repeat. “You read to go?”

“Yeah.”

“Wanna share my dinner when we get back home?”

“...yeah.”

He takes the stack of paper from your arms, his free hand reaching out for your own. You walked down the hallway in relative silence, interlocked hands swinging slightly from every step.

From the opposite corner of the hallway, the students’ prying eyes observe the small interaction; the two professors remained completely unaware that they were being watched.

“Told you they were a thing.” Ymir gloats, and the group snickers as Reiner irritatedly hands her some money.

Something was wrong.

If there was one thing Erwin knew from the nearly two decade long friendship he shared with you and Levi, it was when something was wrong.

It didn’t go unnoticed to him when Levi didn’t open your side of the car door as he usually would when you arrived at the parking lot; when he made a beeline for his cubicle in the faculty instead of helping you get settled first; when you didn’t make a fresh pot of tea for him before classes started; when your small sweet gestures throughout the day were kept to a minimal; and most importantly, when neither you nor Levi wore your matching gold rings.

The faculty was nearly empty, save for himself, Hange, Moblit, and the two people who were having a lover’s quarrel. The entire day went by without seeing you two walk side by side like you usually would, and Erwin was pretty sure Levi’s permanent frown somehow got deeper.

Yeah. Something was horribly wrong.

“Pssst.” Erwin hears from the desk next to his. He turns around and is met with Hange and Moblit’s curious gazes.

“The hell happened to those two? Trouble in paradise?” Hange asks, eyeing Y/N and Levi’s grouchy faces and refusal to acknowledge each others’ existence as they each packed their things. She adds on, “Are they getting divorced?” Only to be reminded by Moblit that “They’re not dating.”

Erwin shrugs, answering Hange’s question. “No idea.”

Moblit chimes in, “I heard Petra tried asking Levi out yesterday and now Y/N is jealous.” 

She scoffs. “Y/N isn’t the jealous type. Besides, Petra’s part of the bet so that means she thinks they’re going to get together.”

“I’m part of the bet and I don’t think they’re going to get together.” Moblit points out. “And Petra stares at Levi the way Levi stares at Y/N.”

“Full of disdain and irritation?” Hange asks.

“No,” Erwin finally interjects. “Full of love and admiration.”

“Can the three of you creeps keep your mouths shut?” Hange, Erwin, and Moblit’s heads snapped to the direction of the voice, eyes meeting a pissed off Levi with a pissed off Y/N beside him. It seems like their hushed whispering wasn’t so hushed at all. 

“When you gossip about our private life the least you could do is wait until we’ve left the room.” You gritted.

“No, it wasn’t-” Hange tries to defend herself but is cut off by Levi, “We already heard you talking. Now out with it before I change my mind about letting this slide.”

The three guilty professors sigh, sharing a look before Erwin decides to come clean. “We’re concerned for you.” He starts. “You’ve been ignoring each other the entire day and whatever this fight is, it’s the worst one I’ve seen you have.”

You sigh. “Listen, it’s not that we don’t appreciate your concern, it’s just that-”

“-it’s just that it’s none of your goddamn business.” Levi interjects and you immediately glare at his rudeness. 

“Shut it, Levi. I don’t have time for your bull.”

“And I don’t have time for your petty lies.”

The three watched as you and Levi begin to quarrel, sharp words and irritated glares thrown around with each passing second. Your voices overlapped with each other as Erwin tried to make sense of what it was you were even fighting about, some words about betrayal in the highest degree and ruining a good thing and a relationship built on lies being the few words he understands. 

Finally, he has enough.

“Stop.” Erwin says loudly but firmly. The two of you pause from your bickering him and stare at him incredulously; he continues to speak, “We’re not teenagers anymore, we’re grown adults. I’m getting tired of playing mediator whenever you fight but if I have to do it again so you stop yelling, then I will.” 

He sighs. “Now what the hell are you two fighting about?”

“Y/N started it.” “Levi started it.” You say at the same time, and Erwin feels a headache coming but decides to ignore it.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

The two of you stare at each other angrily, almost daring the other to back down. This goes on for a few seconds before Levi finally sighs and speaks.

“Y/N thinks lemon scented detergent is better than lavender scented detergent.”

Hange and Moblit snicker but quickly shut up when Erwin gives them a look. He wasn’t even surprised that a fight as small and menial as this would be the fight that tears his favorite power couple apart.

“It is and you know it.” You reply defiantly and Levi groans in frustration, hand holding his head in disbelief as he quietly mutters, “I can’t believe I’m marrying someone who thinks lemon is better than lavender.”

At that, Hange’s ears perk up. “You’re getting married?!” She screams, and the two of you look at her in confusion, fight suddenly forgotten.

“Yeah, next week.” You reply wearily. “We emailed you the invites.”

If Erwin thought your bickering was loud, then the squeal that Hange let out was nothing short of deafening as she suddenly lunges at the couple, forcing them into a group hug as she cheers, “I knew it! I fucking knew it! You are together.”

Levi scoffs. “Don’t be silly, it’s for tax purposes. Apparently the bank won’t approve the loan for our new house unless we’re legally wed; something about tax fraud.”

“House?” Moblit echoes. “Don’t you already live together?”

You nod. “Yeah, but we figured the kids-”

“Dogs.” Levi corrects.

“-deserve a yard to run around in. Our apartment’s getting too cramped for the four of us.”

“Don’t ruin this for me!” Hange yells. “I have a wedding to plan.”

Levi sighs. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, four-eyes. There isn’t going to be a ceremony. We’re going to a court house to get our marriage license approved. That’s it.”

“And we invited you and Erwin to be our witnesses.” You explained. “There isn’t going to be a celebration but we’re going to host a small dinner party for close friends and family.We’d greatly appreciate it if you can RSVP to the emails within the week so we know how much food to prepare.”

The three professors nod, each exchanging pleasant smiles. It wasn’t the wedding invite they were hoping to receive but it was still a wedding invite nonetheless, and they weren’t about to burst your bubble.

“Hold on a second,” Erwin mutters, suddenly remembering one detail. “Where are your rings?” He gestures to your ringless hands.

“We had them engraved with our initials. Makes things more believable.” Levi answers. “If you’re done with the dumb questions, we’ll go ahead now.” 

He doesn’t wait for them to answer as he holds your hand in his, walking you out of the faculty room and into the hallway as he pretends not to notice his friends giggling like teenagers at the information you just shared.

“So...” You start, giving him a warm smile as you squeezed his hand. “Do you think they’re catching on?”

Levi lets out a rare smile, eyes softening as he looks at you. “No. They’re too dumb to know we’re actually together. They’ll eat up whatever bullshit explanation we come up with.”

“Okay, but remind me again why we have to keep pretending like we’re not actually together and not actually getting married next week?”

He brings your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles affectionately before placing his hand on the small of your back.

“Does it bother you that they don’t know?” He asks, and you hum as you think it through. “No. It’s actually really entertaining.” You laugh. “But why don’t you want them to know?”

He shrugs, pulling you closer to him. “That’s what they get for placing stupid bets.”

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untraditional

@lamenweek day five: traditions

Damen doesn’t think he’s supposed to feel so bone-weary at thirty-one.

Everything in his body aches, and he’s already greying at his temples. Last night, he had gone to bed at eight.

Theomedes doesn’t look up from the Ios Financial Times when Damen enters the Drawing Room. The table already has been set: Damen’s seat is, as usual, is to the left of his father, exactly fourty-seven centimetres apart. Damen’s food has been already served, because his father got here before him, and everyone gets served the same time as Theomedes.

Damen’s entire life has been dictated by these traditions, guidelines and precedents.

Some of them are good, but most of them are like this: nonsensical and elitist.

Even Theomedes’ and Damianos’ tea is prepared via strict protocol: one teaspoon of loose tea leaves per cup, heated to a hundred degrees celcius (seventy for green tea), with a tablespoon of organic, raw honey added straight to the teapot.

(It’s amazing tea, though).

Theomedes says, “Your food is cold.”

Damen stares at the pile of mash potatoes and salmon. “I’m not hungry.”

He also hates salmon, but Theomedes is the only one who sets the menu for the week with the head chef. Last week, they had roast beef and vegetables four times.

“You’re not still sulking are you?” Theomedes finally says, three minutes later.

Damen grips his table fork. He forces himself to do the breathing exercises Makedon had taught him.

In an ideal world, he wouldn’t reply, but in this one, everyone answered to the King.

“No, sir,” Damen says, and shoves a polite bite of food in his mouth.

“You haven’t had a meal with me in three weeks,” Theomedes says, and he sounds hurt and disappointed.

“Hmm,” Damen says. “I’ve been busy. You know I’ve been working on the preservation of Marlas with Nikandros.”

Theomedes crosses his fork and knife over his plate. Instantly, three different staff members rush forward to clear the table.

Damen’s plate is cleared too; no one eats after the King has left. Another useless, bane tradition.

“You know I did what’s best for you,” Theomedes says, looming over Damen.

When Damen nods, Theomedes kisses his temple. “You’ll realise it sooner, rather than later.”

“Yes, sir,” Damen says quietly, and rises only after Theomedes has left, as is protocol.

*

An hour later, the itch under Damen’s skin becomes unbearable, and he finds himself burrowing under the left corner of his mattress for certain… supplies.

He pulls on the red, shoulder-length curly wig with little care, and then the faux-leather beret. It’s peeling and terrible, but Damen doesn’t care.

The rest of his outfit is just layers: sunglasses, two coats, scarves, and a muted shirt, to hide as much of his body as possible.

He normally doesn’t leave so early in the day, when he’s being patrolled by guards and the Kyros.

Luckily, it’s only Nikandros who catches him, right outside his door.

His expression is flat. “You’re not serious. You’re leaving now? We’re in the middle of drafting the Delpha treaty!”

Damen shrugs. “I have to go.”

“You don’t have to—” Nikandros cuts himself off with a sigh. “Whatever. Can you please bring me back those caramel slices?”

Damen grins. “You got it, boss.”

Once he’s past the Main Foyer, the rest of the journey is easy: Damen takes an hour and a half train ride from Central Ios to Andris, and then a fifteen minute bus ride on the eighty-six. And then finally, an eight minute walk to the Andris Office District.

There’s a small bookstore there called Pocket Bookmark, painted emerald green, the lettering done in gold.

Inside, it’s not too busy: it’s not quite the end of a business day, and the customers in here are high school students, skimming the Shakespeare section, and a man hovering near the new releases.

Damen keeps his head down, weaving through the aisles.

Nicaise, the mouthy teenage cashier rolls his eyes when he sees Damen approaching, lifting up the wooden flap on on the bench, allowing Damen to duck through.

“Thanks, kid,” Damen says, mussing his hair.

“Ah, fuck off,” Nicaise grunts, but fondly. He’s warmed up to Damen ever since Damen bought him his first car. (Nothing too flashy, obviously).

Damen hurries all the way to the back, opening the door marked, No entry, and then goes up the narrow steps, which always make the worst creaking noises.

There’s another door a the small porch upstairs, and Damen fishes out the key in his pocket to open it.

Instantly, he’s hit with the smell of butter chicken simmering on the stove, and his mouth salivates. He dumps his entire attire by the small settee in the hallway, inhaling gratefully.

The second thing he’s greeted with is Wendy, who meows and claws at his leg.

“Come here, baby,” Damen murmurs, picking her up and holding her to his chest. She purrs and curls up, like a big ball of fluff and he kisses her head. “I love you so much.”

She meows in response, and snuggles closer.

Laurent turns off the stove in the tiny kitchen. He looks over his shoulder for just a second and scrunches his nose. “Ugh, she’s such a slut. I’ve been petting her for the last hour, but apparently I’m just not good enough.”

Laurent is in his after work attire: which means he’s as half dressed as possible. The shirt he’s wearing is one of Damen’s, and his shorts are the pair that shrunk in the wash; they ride too high up his thigh.

Laurent’s just come out of the shower: the hair at his nape is still wet, and his skin is pinked and glowing. Even with the curry, Damen can smell jasmine and coconut.

Laurent has got this sweet, soft smile that lights up his eyes.

It takes Damen’s breath away: not just Laurent, but this entire picture of domesticity. It’s all Damen’s wanted his entire life.

He means to make a snarky comment about Wendy, but what comes out is: “Marry me.”

Laurent drops the wooden spoon, eyes wide.

Damen grips Wendy too tightly and she lets out a shriek and jumps out of his arms.

They stare at each other for a moment. Damen’s heart is racing.

Laurent blinks. “Oh, sorry. I think I hallucinated for a minute.”

Damen steps forward, smiling. “It wasn’t a hallucination. Marry me.”

Laurent makes a small noise in the back of his throat. “Are you asking me or telling me?” He swallows, eyes darting all over Damen’s face, his body. “I don’t see a ring,” he says quietly.

Damen groans, rubbing a hand over his face. “Shit, I know. I had this whole plan, I was going to propose with the Queen’s ring, but obviously I’d have to talk to my father first and—” He sits down at the kitchen table, pulling out his phone. “There’s a courthouse ten minutes from here. It’s Thursday night, so they’re still open. We just need to show up with a signed ‘Intended Marriage Certificate’. It’s like three pages, we’ll be fine.”

“…Oh.” Laurent has gone very still. “You’re looking up courthouses. You’re serious.”

“Shit,” Damen says, watching him. “I’m so sorry. You—Do you want to marry me, Laurent? Because I’ve been dying to marry you since I first saw you. Er. No pressure, though.”

Laurent glares at him, affronted. “Of course I want to marry you, you fucking idiot!”

Damen leaps to his feet, grinning and flushed. “Fuck yeah! Let’s go print this form and—”

“Damen!” Laurent laughs, looking a little crazed. “We can’t just—Just wait a minute.”

“Alright. Shoot, baby.”

Predictably, Laurent flushes pink. “Is it even legal? Aren’t there special ceremonies for royals? And—and the King still thinks we broke up!”

Damen winces a little at that.

After an entire year of sneaking around, of meeting up in discreet hotels, and making plans to move in together one day, Damen had fucked up three weeks ago.

Drunk and enamoured, he had kissed Laurent outside his bookstore after a date. There had been photos—and the only saving grace had been the fact that Laurent’s face had been inscrutable.

But the fact that he was a commoner had been enough for Theomedes to unleash his rage. He had ordered Damen to break things off with Laurent, and Damen had pretended to, but… Well, Laurent had been hurt. It had been the first time he had realised how shaky their entire relationship was, how quickly it could come crumbling down.

Damen had spent days convincing him otherwise, and Laurent had finally agreed, but there had still been shadows in his eyes.

Now—now, though, Damen realises exactly what he can do, what he should have done months ago, to make Laurent realise he’s it.

“Fuck the King,” Damen says. He finally closes the distance between them, gripping Laurent’s hands. “Laurent, listen. I can still get married legally in a civil ceremony.”

“But—” Laurent bites his lip. “I don’t want you to get into trouble. And,” His voice grows small. “I know there’s so many rules and traditions you have to follow. I’ve read about the whole tradition where your father is supposed to gift you a diptych piece.”

Damen’s heart is warm. He smiles down at Laurent, smitten. “You’ve read up on royal wedding traditions?”

Laurent colours even more. “Of course.”

Damen kisses him hard, unable to bare the love swelling up inside him. Laurent flings his arms around Damen’s neck, his mouth emitting small, sweet gasps.

When they pull apart, Damen presses his forehead to Laurent’s. “Fuck the King,” he repeats. “Fuck the customs and rules and traditions. You are the only thing that matters to me. Just forget everything for a moment and answer: do you want to go downtown and marry me?”

Laurent’s smile overtakes his face, his eyes shining. “Yes,” he says softly. “I want to—so much.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask you in a better way or give you a ring or—”

“Stop. This was absolutely perfect.” He sighs. “You’re perfect.”

Damen kisses him again, pressing him to the counter. “I want you to have my mother’s ring.”

Laurent buries his head into Damen’s chest, overwhelmed. He nods.

Damen drops a kiss to his hair. “Get changed, baby. We’re getting married.”

Laurent looks up at him in wonder. “We’re getting married.”

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teach me about love

member: kevin genre: fluff (preschool teacher!kevin au) word count: 2,120 synopsis: when your brother asks you to pick up your nieces from school, you find a teacher that you find to be cuter than the toddlers there.

a/n: happy birthday to our moonlight boy, kevin 🌙

You didn’t really like kids. They were adorable, of course, but they were snotty walking embodiments of germs and you had no idea how to entertain them. They were absolutely precious when sleeping but their tantrums terrified you.

Whenever they came up to you with those bright expectant eyes, you didn’t know what to do except pet their head. Everyone around you would scold you saying that they were children, not dogs. But in your defense, they didn’t seem to mind.

To be honest, you preferred dogs over kids. They were cute all the time.

Nonetheless, you still adored your nieces. The older one, Ahyoung, reminded you of your own past self. She was shy and reserved but sought out love and attention. She constantly needed assurance to fight early signs of anxiety. The younger one, Soyoung, was the complete opposite; she was loud and outgoing. She easily made friends with everyone and adjusted well to new environments.

So when your brother asked you for a last minute favor, you were more than happy to pick them up at their preschool. Unfortunately, however, you were terrible with directions and ended up 20 minutes late.

Apologizing profusely to the staff and teachers, you made your way throughout the building to find their classroom. That was another struggle of its own.

“Auntie Y/n!” you heard two familiar voices screech. You laughed as they ran up to you and hugged your legs.

“Sorry I’m late girls,” you pouted as you squished their cheeks.

“It’s okay, Auntie! Teacher Kevin was playing house with us,” Ahyoung beamed.

“Teacher Kevin was our dog!” Soyoung giggled.

You looked up to see a male teacher sheepishly escape from the tiny playhouse. You held back a laugh, pitying him for what the girls put him through.

“I’m sorry about that,” you chuckled.

“No worries,” he smiled. “It’s my job and I love kids. I had fun playing with them too.”

“I’m Y/n,” you introduced as you held out a hand. “I’m Ahyoung and Soyoung’s aunt. I came to pick them up since my brother got caught up in a work emergency.”

“It’s nice to meet you. My name is Kevin,” he said as he shook your hand. You knew it was unprofessional to think this but he was cute. Like, really cute.

Trying to leave before your smiling cheeks could reveal your thoughts, you quickly collected the girls’ bags and helped them put their jackets on. You bid their cute teacher goodbye and happily suggested an aunt-niece ice cream date. They cheered at the idea of sweets and raced to your car.

The next week, your brother asked if you could pick the girls up from school again. Apparently they had been bugging him to have their favorite aunt come every day.

You weren’t sure if it was his flattery or if it was their sneaky plan for ice cream but you didn’t mind. As a freelancer, you had a flexible schedule. You were glad to spend time with your nieces and catch another glimpse of their teacher.

This time, you made sure to leave your house early. You ended up arriving before dismissal and watched as the kids ran around in the playground. Something about seeing Kevin’s eyes sparkle in front of them made you soft. He seemed so genuinely happy and looked at each student with honey dripping from his eyes.

Soyoung squealed as she chased after a boy who tapped her free in a game of freeze tag. She was a little confused about the rules but the effort was there.

While still keeping an eye on the children, Kevin approached you and asked if you wanted a juice box. You kindly declined, thanking him for the offer.

“You’re really good with the little ones,” you complimented.

“Ah, no, they’re the ones who are good with me,” he shyly shook his head. “I’m thankful that they see me as a fun and respectable teacher.”

“I find young kids to be difficult,” you confessed. “I don’t know how to match their level.”

“I get you. It’s definitely not easy to figure out what they want and try to communicate with them with their still-developing language skills. I’m still not great at it. I just try to improve a little more every day,” he said humbly.

He was a lot better than you who was quick to give up and run away. His words made you reflect and feel slightly guilty.

The bell chimed, making the students rush to line up in front of the door. Kevin left your side to gather everyone together and take them back inside to gather their belongings.

By now, a handful of parents had arrived and were waiting for their children. One by one, the students walked out with their matching yellow chick backpacks, excitedly running up to their guardian.

Your nieces greeted you in that high pitched shriek you loved, body slamming into your open arms. With them in your embrace, you gave them a tight squeeze before getting up and holding their hands to take them to the car.

“Wait!” you heard Kevin call out. Turning around, you were surprised to see him running towards you. When he caught up to you, he held out a book. Taking it, you read the title.

“The Body Language of Toddlers”

“I thought you might find this book useful,” his hands fumbled awkwardly, not knowing where to go. His gesture brought you a warm feeling.

“Thank you, Kevin. I’ll be sure to give it a read,” you smiled.

“Ooooh,” Ahyoung wiggled her eyebrows, making both you and Kevin blush. You ruffled her hair and ushered her towards your vehicle.

Picking the girls up from school became a biweekly thing for you. Every Monday and Friday, you would arrive ten minutes early to chat with Kevin as he told you funny stories that happened throughout the day. And when you worked with a bunch of preschoolers, there were a lot of those types of stories.

You listened as he went on about how a little boy woke up from a nap thinking he had an argument with his friend because of a nightmare he had. Kevin had to convince him that it was all a dream and that his friend did not actually steal his gummy worms and lie about it.

The way he spoke about his students was endearing. He made them sound like lovely angels even when they were cranky and misbehaving.

“We’re looking for chaperones for the upcoming field trip if you’re interested,” he cautiously brought up. “We only had a few parents sign up so we’d really appreciate any extra helping hands.”

Panicking, you stuttered about how you didn’t have the confidence to keep rowdy kids in check at a public space. He assured you that your only responsibility would be to make sure no one ran off and to accompany kids to the bathroom if they had to separate from the group.

He was a smooth talker. He somehow persuaded you into agreeing and you couldn’t believe you left the school that day after signing the form.

“Auntie, do you like Teacher Kevin?” Ahyoung asked you in the car ride back home.

“Sure, Teacher Kevin is nice,” you hummed.

“No, she means do you like like him?” Soyoung pressed.

You feigned innocence and pretended not to understand what they were talking about. They grilled you about how often you talked with him and even pointed out that he didn’t talk to other parents like that. They sure were smart-witted for their age.

On the day of the field trip, you spent a long time deciding on what to wear. You had no idea how casual you were supposed to dress as a chaperone.

You ended up choosing a simple outfit and rushed out the door to avoid being late. You had to say you were excited. It had been ages since you last visited an aquarium. And maybe the extra butterflies in your stomach were because of a certain someone you were looking forward to seeing.

Meeting Kevin outside of the school felt different. He stood out in the crowd of tiny humans. Even more so once you entered the place and you noticed that most of the visitors were families, students, or couples.

You softly smiled as you watched the kids fawn over colorful fish and gawk at sharks. It felt like you were returning to your own childhood innocence. You followed Ahyoung, who was pulling at your sleeve, to the jellyfish section where she asked you to take a picture of her with the transparent creature.

The photos came out so incredibly that you had to immediately send them to your brother. He texted back almost instantly and you scoffed when you read his message.

“Heck yeah I made that. Those are my genes right there.”

Rolling your eyes, the corners of your lips twitched up as you put the device away. You guided Ahyoung back to the rest of the group and ran into Kevin who was coming back from the bathroom with another student.

“How are you enjoying the trip so far?” he asked.

“It’s nice. Honestly not as chaotic as I thought it’d be,” you admitted.

“Oh don’t jinx it. Lunch time will be hectic,” he warned.

He was right. Between picky kids and the kimbap packed by their parents, the unwanted vegetables were flown around the picnic table. You barely managed to avoid the carrot that was flung in your direction. Unluckily, you were unable to dodge the spinach that was now tangled in your hair.

Kevin laughed as he tried to help you take it out, cracking a joke about it looking like seaweed and you looking like a mermaid dragged out of the ocean.

“He means you’re pretty, Auntie!!” Soyoung eagerly translated on his behalf. “Mermaids are super super pretty. Like Ariel, the princess!”

This raised a teasing crowd of “ooh”s from the group of preschoolers.

“Teacher Kevin and Auntie Y/n sitting in a tree,” a boy began chanting, “K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”

His friend made a face and screamed “ew,” making him laugh uncontrollably. Meanwhile, Kevin was trying his best to cover his burning ears. He pulled the beanie over his ears, not wanting to expose his embarrassment.

“My daddy said no boy is good enough for Auntie but I’ll tell him nice things about you, Teacher Kevin. Just specially for you,” Ahyoung proudly announced.

Awkwardly coughing, you stuffed her cheeks with another roll of kimbap. Her muffled cries of resistance were appeased with a juice box shoved into her mouth. The sweet drink diverted her attention away from you and back to her lunch.

You two were now officially shipped by all of Kevin’s students. Even the other teachers giggled as they passed by you.

By the end of the field trip, you were one of the last ones to leave. After all the other students and teachers departed from the aquarium, Kevin escorted you to the car with a sleeping Ahyoung in his arms and a sleeping Soyoung in yours.

You both carefully placed them in their car seats and closed the door after buckling their seat belts. Now that you were alone with him, you didn’t know what to say. Despite the silence, it wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable.

“So have you warmed up to the idea of kids yet?” he finally asked after clearing his throat.

“The book you gave me definitely taught me a lot of things,” you nodded. “Now I’m not completely terrified of them. And seeing you handle kids comforts me.”

“Really? How so?”

“I don’t know. It’s just… you so effortlessly take care of them and I can see how much you cherish each and every one of your students. I envy that.”

“Trust me, it’s not as easy as you think it is,” he chuckled.

Silence fell between you again but you simply enjoyed his presence. You turned your head to see him already staring at you. With your eyes, you wordlessly asked if there was something he wanted to say.

“So uh tomorrow’s Saturday,” he suddenly mentioned. He was fiddling with a loose thread on his sweater and hesitated to speak up again.

“Do you have any plans for the weekend?” he blurted. You couldn’t stop the smile that crept up on your face.

“Nope.”

“Would you like to um grab dinner with me tomorrow then?”

He anxiously held his breath as he waited for your response. Biting his lips, he wondered if he had ruined things by going too fast.

“Sure. How’s 6?” you finally answered.

“6 is great. 6 is lovely. Wonderful. Perfect,” he replied with a huge grin.

a/n: calling all kevin enthusiasts aka @reverienostalgia

i also may or may not have kinda wrote my little cousins into this fic.. 👉🏻👈🏻

[mehphoobia]

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Pairing- Tom Hiddleston x Reader (news channel anchor)

Summary- People say falling in love can be a scary experience. Well, that scary experience for you had a different meaning for you.

Warnings- blood, horror, mystery, thriller, suspense (I suggest get a water bottle for yourself)

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"Susan Hive, another 25 y/o was found dead in her apartment approximately at 10:00 am today. Who is the mastermind behind these brutal murders? the mystery is still with the police to crack. The only witness in the case are the walls of the apartment which are covered in parts of human anatomy never seen before just like the other five murders. This is Y/N of NewsToday with cameraperson David on scene." You sighed after finishing your report and looked at the crime scene. The camera person packed his camera and headed towards the van as he couldn't handle the stench. With ripples on your forehead you contemplated your decision. Should you or should you not tell the officers.

But soon you let aside your dilemma. These were brutal murder cases that had everyone shook.

And you had a lead to follow.

"Who are you?" you whispered as you sat in your chair staring at the photo of the deceased Susan Hive with a man. The face was not visible as he wore a black hat and a black overcoat. "Typical" you said gesturing his attire, which was straight out of a murder mystery. Unfortunately, the officers couldn't find him. But the lead you had could directly deliver this man to you.

"North House please" explaining the address to the taxi driver, you couldn't miss his expressions. "You want to go to the North House?" he asked you with genuine concern. "If you are not comfortable, you can just drop me near the curb" you suggested understanding his hesitation. Reluctantly he drove the taxi and there you were. Standing outside the hospital for mental patients. "How much will it be?" asking the driver for the fare you rummaged through your purse.

"I will wait here miss. You can pay me later" he said. Of course, the deaths in this hospital would scare anyone. But you weren't here for the suicides, you were here for the murders.

"I am here to see someone. A Mrs. Hill." you spoke confidentially to the receptionist. "For an investigation, are we?" the receptionist questioned. "It's confidential" you replied with knitted eyebrows. "oh! of course it is." she chuckled.

The receptionist accompanied you to Mrs. Hill's room. She was the oldest patient, who had been in the hospital for for around thirty years. Every patient, every staff member; she had seen for herself. "Are you here for the investigation for Susan Hive?" the receptionist questioned. Your head whipped faster than the wings of a bee. "You knew her?" you enquired. "Yes, I knew all five of them. They were interning under me." she answered.

"Janice Dean" her ID card read. "Of course" you murmured. Ten days back you had found one of the victim's case file from the officers which had something in common. North House, all three of them worked here and now so did Susan Hive.

"Don't worry I won't bug her too much" putting a and on Ms. Dean's shoulder you reassured her. She offered you a tired smile. With that she unlocked the door and you saw Mrs. Hill sitting on her chair.

"He killed another one didn't he?" she enquired in her shaky voice as if she knew it was going to happen. "Yeah. Do you know you he is?" trying to keep your posture, you asked. "No, but I have seen him." she replied. "Black eyes which weren't even his. Long hair which covered his face and the cuts." "Everyone thought, something was wrong in his head. They tried all kinds of medicines but none of them worked. He kept screaming and yelling every day. It would echo you know. The screams. Other patients could feel it too. But the doctors didn't know something." she explained but suddenly trailed off.

"He was possessed" she declared.

"How did he get out. I mean the patient like--" "Demon" she corrected. "We saw a body lying in his room. We thought its him. He had cuts all over his face so it was recognizable. The post mortem reports found out it was one of our doctors. He escaped as his disguise." explained Ms. Dean.

You couldn't get the fact out of your head as you stepped outside the hospital. With quivering hands, you opened the taxi's door. Looking at your condition, the driver ran to the opposite side of the street and bought you a water bottle. "You should go home miss." the driver suggested. "Beverly Hills Apartments please". The driver nodded and drove you home.

Maybe you should tell the police. It was not your job to go after the killer. Of course it would be one of the biggest news article for your company but this, its not worth it. Just then your phone rang. All of that tension and weird feeling in your chest was replaced by a sense of comfort. It was Tom.

"Hey babe! dinner's ready, when are you coming home?" he asked in his cheerful voice. You chuckled and said, "I started right now. Is my kitchen all right?" you mocked. "Uh..sort of. I'll help you clean though" he replied like a child caught doing something wrong. It was comforting to have him in your life. Amidst all of this, he was the exact person you needed. "Love you honey" you said unexpectedly. He could sense your uneasiness and knew your line of work. It can be terrifying sometimes. "Love you too..Hey, I am right here." he said immediately putting a smile on your face.

You met him three years ago. How boring can news conferences be? it was something you knew very well. But it was a little bit tolerable when a hot shot investigating officer suddenly made his way to you. Tom and you immediately clicked. As if you were meant to be. One date led to another and suddenly he started picking you up from your work almost every single day. You remembered he had proposed on your cruise date which had you in complete awe. How could you say no to such a perfect man. His beautiful eyes which were a perfect peek to your universe, his warm embrace and how he fit in your life perfectly made it so much easier. He made it easier.

The sudden nostalgia calmed your nerves and you took a deep breath in. Within no time you were home. You leaped out of the taxi, paid the man and ran to your apartment. As you were going to ring the bell, Tom opened the door and picked you up in his arms. Both of you giggled as he kissed you passionately. With your fingers curling in his long wet hair and his arms coiling your waist, you could melt under his effect and you did.

"Tada!! Fish N chips" Tom declared in his voice that he called his disney voice. You chuckled at his endearing self. Both of you couldn't spend enough time with each other with all these murders. He too was tensed but never showed it in front of you. The least you could do was to help him out. You watched your favorite drama as the both of you ate your dinner.

After the chocolate ice-cream, he got up to get the wet wipe to wipe your face which was covered in chocolate. You were gone out cold because of the tiring day. He picked up the plates and noticed you had run out of kitchen soap. "Back in a few" he wrote on a post it and pasted it on the fridge. He wore his black overcoat and decided to forego his phone and left.

"Tom? babe?" you woke up around five minutes and searched the house. Suddenly the post it note grabbed your attention. You chuckled when you saw it and you knew a lot of unwanted things were gonna be purchased. Who could help it, its Walmart after all.

You saw his phone and found his headphones on the table. He would sit on his chair for hours and listen to his music but he never shared them with you. So you grabbed the opportunity and plugged in his headphones.

"19-21-19-1-14 8-9-12-12" the first song read. Then you realized it was a recording. "Mr Hiddleston sings?" you scoffed as you pressed the play button.

"Ahhh" a woman screamed and with that you immediately grabbed the headphones and threw them. "Oh God" you whined as you rubbed your ears. You played all the five recordings and all of them were similar. Screams. Then it hit you. The numbers were different and were too wrong to be dates. WHAT IF?

"19,S,21,U,19,S,1,A,14,N 8,H,9,I,12,L,12,L" you wrote on a piece of paper. "Susan hill?" you gasped. All the other four recordings added up to the all the other four victims. You sat there staring at the paper.

"It took you long enough" Tom spoke from behind you. You flinched as walked away from him. "Did you?" you asked. "The screams, oh my soul was cleansed" he said as he put his hand on his chest. Tears were rolling down your cheeks as you looked at his face. He was in content, in peace. "Why did you kill them? What had they done to you?" you enquired.

"THEY LAUGHED!!" he yelled. Your eyes widened as you looked at him. It wasn't your Tom, it was someone else.

He was possessed.

"They fucking laughed when I was being experimented on. I cried for help but they were too busy laughing. Fucking bitches" he scoffed. "You know when I made cuts on their skin how peaceful it felt. Slowly, deeply I dragged my knives on their skins and watching them slowly dying because of the pain. So good. They were the ones who cried and screamed and I was the one who laughed." He was a maniac explaining his masterplan. Little did he know everything he said, you were recording it all.

"You think you can run away with it?" you mocked trying to make him spill out. "How will they know Y/N? I am the chief investigating officer." he ran the tip of his fingers on your cheeks. But you didn't waver, he was a demon. "All this time I have been trying to erase all the evidence" he spoke as he turned his back on you.

"But you?" he turned and walked towards you. He bought his face closer to your neck and kissed your neck. If it were any other day, your eyes would slowly close themselves as he would press you against the surface. But today there was nothing but tears. "You are my favorite. I can't leave any witnesses. But don't worry, your screams will live in my recordings. You know how much I love making you scream now don't you my love?" He laughed sheepishly.

THUD THUD. The bang on the door grabbed his attention. He looked at you made a sign with a finger in his lips. Was this the man you loved? Who was he? You thought as you looked at him slowly unlocking the door.

"Ahh LEAVE ME GET OFF" he yelled in surprised as the police officers pinned him on the floor. Slowly you got your phone in front of him which you were hiding behind you and showed him the 911 number. The officers dragged him away but his hooded eyes would not leave your soul.

Two days later, while clearing his room. You found a notebook with all the five victim's name on it which was struck of with a red marker and also five knives covered in dried blood. "Why?" you whimpered as tears made their way down your cheeks. Your company had printed one of the biggest hit ever and were at the top. You were promoted and were appreciated by everyone but at what cost? You were scarred for life.

Back in the North House, Mrs Hill was sitting on her chair as the receptionist were cleaning her room. "Oh no" Mrs Hill exclaimed. "What is it Nana?" enquired Ms. Dean. "Y/N call her!! NOW"

Something was going to happen.

At the prison cell, all the officers were in havoc as one of the security guard was found dead in Tom's prison cell. Hysterical laughs and water droplets echoed through the hallway as Y/N was written on the wall and was struck of by the dead security guards' blood.

You were sleeping when Ms. Dean called you. "Hello" you spoke in your grumpy voice, the sleeping pills were slowly kicking in. "T-TOM!" her line was cut because of the heavy rain. Just then you got a message that Tom had escaped.

"What? where did he go?" you murmured to yourself and then you heard it. The hysterical laughter and the sound of the recording button being pushed.

"I am right here my love" he said.

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A/N: Hey guys, here is my first Tom Hiddleston fic. For the those of you who don't know me personally I am a contemporary dancer and this fiction I had seen being performed on the stage. I loved the suspense and I loved writing it even more. Writing this was a challenge and it was a wonderful experience and I hope you all like this as well.😘

Tom Hiddleston is such a versatile actor and just fits in any character which is the main reason why I love him so much. It was very easy for me to visualize his demeanor in this character and I tried my level best converting it into words. Let me know what you think about this fic.😃

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Could you do something were The Warners try to help an autistic reader? (I myself having autism)

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It was just a normal day for the Warner three and their best friend (Y/N). They were just finishing up a shooting for the latest Animaniacs episode, and everyone was feeling pretty darn good about it.

Everyone except for the director, of course.

Yakko, Wakko, and Dot have worked with this director before, so they know first hand how unfair and how mean he really is. It was a wonder that he was still hired for these skits.

And they really, really hated how they treated their friend.

(Y/N) is autistic, meaning that they have a different way of communicating, and sometimes people don’t really understand what they mean or do.

The director was yelling at them to stop with their “constant hand-flapping”, as it was getting on his nerves at this point.

The Warner three glared at the man across the way, Yakko took a sip from his Starbucks Vanilla Sweet Cream Cold Brew (Not sponsored, but I wish) and placed it onto the white foldout table. “Boy do I wanna anvil that guy.”

“I agree, he should get a mallet to the face.” Dot nodded with a glare, taking a bite of her Everything Bagel. “Like, who does that guy think he is?”

“A bully, that’s who!” Wakko pulled his mallet out from his hanmerspace, and was about to go mallet the guy, but Yakko stopped him, kneeling down to Wakko’s level, his back to the director and (Y/N).

“Look, I get it, I wanna smash him into next week too, but look, we got one more scene to do, and after this scene we can take dear (Y/N) and go home and-“

“THEY BIT ME! THAT LITTLE FREAK BIT ME!”

The Warner's faces paled once they heard that, and Yakko whipped around to hear (Y/N)’s poor overwhelmed screams. Adrenaline kicked in like a bullet for Yakko, and he rushed over to their aid, assessing the situation once he got there.

(Y/N) was curled up in a ball, letting out heart-wrenching sobs and screams as the director held his left forearm. He growled and pointed to them, looking over to a blonde-haired woman with a low ponytail. “Call security on this freak! Better yet, call the police!”

Yakko soon looked at her, holding his hands out for everyone to calm down. “No! They’re autistic! They can’t help it-“

“Go! Before they start to attack again!” The director looked at the woman again, making Yakko glare and point a finger at her. “Corinne, I swear to god if you actually listen to him-“

“THEY ASSAULTED ME!”

“BECAUSE YOU KEPT SCARING THEM!”

Wakko quickly, but calmly started to ask them if they were okay, which they shook their head as they squeaked out; “…home.”

“Okay, we’re going home now, (Y/N).” The younger Warner brother held his hand out, still giving them plenty of personal space and waiting on them to take his hand, and they did, slowly and shakily, letting them be taken to a quieter place to calm down while Yakko and Dot dealt with him.

Wakko purred as (Y/N) continued to stroke his back and the top of his head, his hat placed on the empty seat next to them on the couch. They had finally calmed down and was now reflecting on what happened, the fear of what the staff members would say, how they would judge them.

They jolted slightly once they heard the water tower door open again, revealing a frustrated Yakko and a concerned Dot, the pair spotting them on the couch with Wakko.

“You okay, Honey?” Dot questioned softly as they slowly made their way over, (Y/N) whined a bit with a shrug. “I… I don’t know.”

“It’s okay. That’s fine, (Y/N).” Yakko reassured with a soft smile, moving Wakko’s hat and sitting next to them as Dot sat next to her oldest brother. They sniffled a bit and wiped their cheek with the back of their hand. “I-I’m really sorry, I just got scared… A-And I didn’t know what else to do…” They tried to explain as quickly as they could, stimming again, Yakko hushed their worries.

“Hey, hey, no one blames you. Not even the CEO. In fact, you did everyone a favor.” Yakko smiled.

“I… did?”

“Yeah! The director got fired after Nora heard what happened! So really, you’re our hero, (Y/N)!” Dot cheered.

“Faboo!” Wakko purred with a grin, making them chuckle a bit, gesturing for a hug which they got.

A big group hug that gave them all the comfort in the world.

And that was everything they needed.