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gucciwins · 3 years

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The First Kiss

Harry and Y/N go on their first date...will they finally become something more?

Word count: 4814

A/N: I know how much you all love breakout room and the follow up it's your birthday. I love writing them and it's been a while but do know they are doing well. this is nothing but sweet fluff. I do mention the vaccine and wearing masks which I hope you all are doing. it's important to stay safe and truly wish nothing but the best for you all. I love you xxx

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“Are you feeling good? I sent over a goodie basket.”

Harry giggled, loving how concerned you were. “I’m doing good, baby.” He sees you tuck your head into your sweater smiling, when he notices it’s the one he sent you in a goodie basket after you got your second shot of the vaccine.

It’s spring break, and Harry can finally say he is officially vaccinated after letting the mandated two weeks pass. It’s perfect timing, honestly, as he has been itching to finally see you in person again.

Your university let you know that they would begin to have vaccine dates open to students through an email that you quickly forwarded to Harry. You had to register to get a date for your first vaccine, and slots were filling up fast. You shot Harry multiple texts telling him what day you got and time, but you went without an answer for an hour which is weird, seeing as Harry never liked to leave you waiting more than five minutes.

By the time he got back to you, he had to wait two weeks, unlike you, who would be getting in only three days. You asked why he didn’t answer, and he said he was in class. You frowned because even then, he always answered. He then confessed he lost his phone in his apartment and didn’t have time to search for it.

You laughed about it, but he was disappointed because he wanted to see you. To give you a hug. To hold your hand.

After spending his birthday together, you both decided against meeting in person for safety even though you both wanted to, more than anything. You postponed your date to the future. Instead, you completed the group assignment through zoom meetings that led to facetime calls. After submitting the project and learning that you aced the assignment, well, you both caved in.

Harry gushed on how he always got B’s on the professor’s assignments, and to celebrate, he sent you a dozen cupcakes from the bakery that you never stop raving about located only three blocks from where you live. Then proceeded to call him over to celebrate and who was he to say no. Harry was shocked at how rich and full of flavor they were because he wasn’t aware it was vegan. Yet, it tasted better than anything he ever had. Harry realized why it was your favorite, promising to take you there in person to have your pick of favorites and not only red velvet and carrot cake because they were safe choices.

You couldn’t say you’ve been on a proper date with Harry, but you’d like to count all the zoom calls and facetime calls as dates not that you let Harry know it would only inflate his ego. You’d start a call to ask a question on assignments, and it would lead to sharing stories back and forth of what their favorite book was to where they would visit if they could go that very second. You loved how insightful he was, also liked how he used pastel highlighters to mark his annotations. Harry was a fan of how you always had a pencil in your hair or behind your ear. How you always had a snack on hand because you didn’t want to listen to professors without something to eat or you’d lose focus.

You were glad you’d be able to get together safely but also taking all the needed precautions. Safety is hot, as Harry liked to say all the time when you sent him photos of you wearing your masks.

“Yeah, like the basket?”

Harry grins, but it’s not as bright due to the lacking pixels of your laptop. He holds it up, having placed it in his lap. “I did love the bath bombs.”

You smile back at him, “Going to change your life. Self-care is important, bub. Even in the smallest ways as a bath.”

Harry nods, “I know, baby. The reason I remember to take deep breaths each morning, no longer eager to reach for my phone.”

“Proud of you.”

“And I of you, baby.”

Harry shines his dimples at you when you turn your head away at the sweet name he started calling you a few weeks ago. You adored it, honestly, but it always left you feeling flustered.

“H, please.”

“Baby, I like seeing you flustered.”

“You’re a menace.”

He shrugs, still giggling.

“How are Mitch and Sarah?”

“Wonderful, sickly in love as always. Spend their time at Sarah’s like composing together.”

“That’s sweet.” You lean in, smiling at him, “you know we should all hang out together. I get to meet Mitch properly and see Sarah again, and you’ll get to meet Amy.” You grow excited at the thought.

“Not before I get to see you.”

“H, we got to coordinate a day that works for all of us. No need to get jealous.”

“Not jealous.”

“Sure,” you reply sarcastically.

“Got to learn to share me with Amy. I cook her lunch and dinner; otherwise, she’d be nothing but a walking cadaver.”

“I want you to make me lunch and dinner,” he pouts.

“I can now that you’ve vaxxed.”

“That I am, so you are.”

“Yes,” you’re waiting for him to go on.

“Will you go on a date with me? Think we waited long enough, and if my feelings weren’t obvious enough, I like you and really want to take you out.” he rambles on.

You interrupt him knowing fully well he could go on for days, “I’d love to, Harry.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Yes, Harry.”

“Great. Friday then.”

“I’m free.”

“I know, know your schedule by heart.”

“Creep,” you gasp at the news.

“Shush, like you don’t have my classes added to your planner.” Your turn to pout.

“I like knowing your schedule, and they overlap.”

“I do too. Look forward to your messages every day between classes.”

“So Friday? What are you planning?”

“A picnic.”

You jump up in excitement, causing your laptop to fall back on your bed before you dive to save it. Harry yelling dramatically in the background as if you just dropped him.

“H, be quiet. You’re fine.”

“Dropped me, darling.”

“Dork.”

He mutters something in return, but you can’t hear him.

“So I’ll prepare lunch because you’ve told me once or twice that you’re hopeless in the kitchen.” Harry doesn’t even try to fight you because it’s true. “You’ll take care of drinks and desserts.”

“Seems like you’re planning the date,” he teases.

“I like picnics.”

“Well, I like you, so I’ll let you take over.”

Your smile turns soft, reaching your hand out as if you could reach in and caress him. “I like you, too. I can’t wait to give you a hug.”

“Counting down the hours.”

“Alright, you have class in ten, and you always struggle to log in.”

“Making me hang up. Not fair.” Harry frowns, debating skipping class for you.

“Don’t think about it, Styles.”

“Fine. Take care, baby.”

“Bye, H.”

A date.

You have a date with Harry.

Finally, it happened.

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You were nervous.

Why were you nervous? It was just Harry.

Harry, who wanted to date you from your first meeting, who emailed you asking you out, and who has not stopped talking to you since February. Constantly reminding you of his feelings for you. You hope he knew you felt the same, in texts and sending him little gifts even as small as writing him a letter.

You got up early today to prepare lunch. You decided on sandwiches, a non-messy meal, and Harry always said he wanted to try the bakery bread you use and not the basic store-bought. It was a bit pricey but not as much anymore because you had become a regular, meaning the sweet owner began giving you a discount, especially when finding out you're a student. Still, you always remember to leave a good tip. The turkey sandwiches were finished with cheese, lettuce, and tomatoes. Looked so good that Amy had one as you were making them. You made three and packed them up in your glass reusable containers.

Staring at the sandwiches, it felt like too little food when Harry had told you many times how much he enjoys eating, so you cleaned up and got to make a second meal. You decided on vegetable rice paper rolls. A favorite and easy meal to make that you enjoyed eating. It was packed with lettuce, avocado, cabbage, bell peppers, cucumbers, noodles, and fresh herbs. This was a meal your dad made you all the time as a child with the special slightly spicy peanut sauce that you could drizzle on top.

Harry was going to enjoy this, so you hoped. He promised to make strawberry lemonade. Assured you that it would not be store-bought, and you believed him. During one of your late conversations, he shared how his sister would make him some when she returned from uni. Reminds him of home, he would say.

After packing everything away in the fridge to keep it cool it was time to get ready. You stood in front of your closet for a good five minutes before you began to swipe through the hangers. You knew you wanted to wear a dress; it was warm weather and would only get hotter as the day went on.

You searched your entire closet, there were three options once you had decided on, but you called Amy in to make the final decison for you. She decided on the one sitting in the middle of your bed, which was exactly what you were thinking.

The dress was a white button-front high slit that fit you nicely. You hadn't used it in quite some time, seeing as when you left your apartment, it would be in leggings, sweats, and the first sweater you could slip on.

You couldn't stop looking in the mirror, loving how it flowed around you when you twirled. For accessories, you slipped on a gold ring that had a little heart on it and another that was a gift shaped like a small snake as it was going to scale down your finger. A simple heart locket gifted to you by your grandparents hung right above your cleavage. You decided to leave your hair natural, liking how it air-dried after the shower you had that morning.

There was no makeup on your face, just your favorite rosebud salve lip balm that left your lips soft. Amy insisted you put some on, but you stood firm in your decision, knowing you'd be wearing a mask and didn't want anything smudging.

You looked down at the time on your phone and knew it was time to head down, Harry said twelve, and you didn't want to make him come up to your apartment only to walk down the three levels again. You grabbed the picnic basket that was sitting in the back of yours and Amy's shared doorway closet and made sure to place everything neatly, leaving room for Harry's drink and stashing a bunch of napkins in for any accidents. Basket prepared, you slipped your sunglasses in your hair, placing your lavender tote bag with tiny embroidered daisies on your shoulder that contained sunscreen, your wallet, extra face masks, and a book Harry had told he had wanted to read.

Before opening your door, you put on the white mask that you embroidered sunflowers on. It was one of your favorites, and glad it complimented your look well. You walked down the stairs slowly, not wanting to drop the basket.

You walk out the front door and find Harry getting out of the yellow mask on his face. As you get closer, you can see it's the one you made him. It has bees on it, and embroidered on the left side is 'my honey.' Harry had turned quite pink when he opened the gift he got in the mail over facetime with her. You happily screenshot his reaction, happy to have it to look back on.

As soon as you reach him, it's as if all the nerves you had disappeared. Calm washes over you as he comes to stand in front of you. You can't see the smile he has, but the crinkles by his eyes prove he's just as happy to see you.

"Hi, Harry," you say, your eyes taking him all in.

Harry doesn't hide, he's checking you out, and you're thankful for the mask at the moment, able to hide how bashful you're feeling. "Hello, baby. You look gorgeous. I'm a lucky man."

"Yeah," you swayed side to side, "gave me a reason to dress up."

"Always beautiful, but I'm so glad to see more than just your shoulders." He laughs, and you join him.

"Look pretty, H. I had not seen this cardigan." You reach out, running a finger down over the pastel yellow cardigan that looks to be well-loved. He paired it with a plain white shirt that fits him loosely with Gucci denim trousers that he told you he found a few years ago when he was thrift shopping in London with his mother.

"No, brought it out just for you. Wanted it to match my favorite mask." Although he couldn't see it, you hoped your eyes were doing their job expressing your joy. "Let's put this basket in the trunk. Got a blanket and a few pillows as well as the lemonade."

"And the dessert?"

He chuckles, "and the dessert."

You place everything in the trunk, taking a step back for Harry to close it. He walks you over to your door, opening it for you, you offer a soft thank you, but before you get in, you turn to look at him.

"What is it, baby?"

You stare down at your ribbon-tied wedges before looking up into his piercing green eyes. "Can I have a hug? I just--I'm really happy to see you."

Harry falters for a second before answering, "of course, come here." He's quick to bring you in for a hug, and it feels like home. It's comfortable, and you can't believe you haven't hugged him since February, a good two months ago, when it has honestly felt like a lifetime. "I would have earlier, but when you came out, you truly shocked me with how amazing you looked."

You just hug him tighter, enjoying feeling his strong arms around you. He looks at you smiling. "That was nice." You nod because it was, and if he'd let you, you'd stay in his arms all day.

"Well, shall we go?"

"We shall."

And with that, you were off to your first date with Harry, which would hopefully lead to more.

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The drive to the park was short; you unloaded everything from the car once you got there. Harry offers to carry the basket, letting you lead to picking the spot. You walked ahead, glad he brought you to a park you recognized; it's one you liked to walk around during finals week when you were drowning in essays and exams. This was a nice break. On the other side of the park is a lake where you can rent pedal boats, but you were sure they hadn't opened up for business just yet, wanting more of the population to be vaccinated.

You led him to a secluded area laughing when he joked if you were leading him to his murder. Once you reached the clearing, one large tree with lots of shade and a few rose bushes surrounded it.

"It's beautiful here." Harry awed in amazement.

"Yeah, I found it my first year when I was trying to destress; I don't think many people know about it because it's not on the maps."

"Lucky us."

Harry grabs one end of the blanket, helping you spread it on the grass. You set your tote bag on one corner as well as setting down the pillows. As you make your way to sit down, Harry gently grabs your elbow, causing you to turn and look at him; he's holding a bouquet of tulips.

You felt your eyes well up with tears, not used to such a kind gesture; it's been a long time since you've been on a date with someone you really care about, "You got me tulips, H."

You reach forward and cradle them in your arms. "Course I did; I think you deserve all the beautiful things life has to offer."

You set the flowers on top of the basket before straightening up and pulling Harry into a hug. Your arms around his neck, his resting tightly around your waist, "including you," you whisper in his ear, causing him to squeeze you a bit tighter. Harry pulls back, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Let's eat, baby. Know you made something delicious for us to enjoy."

Harry set the food out, and you are sure to hand him the wet wipes to clean your hand before you could begin wanting to be clean and not wanting to venture out to find a restroom. He eyed the sandwiches first, then the veggie rice paper rolls.

"Couldn't decide?"

"Wasn't sure what you'd like. So I gave you two options."

"Too sweet angel." Harry leans in to kiss her cheek.

"Think we ought to take off the mask now." You giggle, sad you didn't get to feel his lips on your cheek.

"Yeah, so comfortable it doesn't really bother me wearing them. I am hungry."

You place your mask in your bag, and Harry puts his mask in his pocket. He opens up both containers and digs into the veggie rolls first. He hums after the first bite, chewing happily. "Delicious," he mutters between chews.

"Can add this peanut sauce to give it more flavor, just a tad bit spicy." He watches you as you pick up and spoon drizzle a bit on top, taking a bite. Harry follows your steps taking another bite, and his eyes go wide at the added flavor.

"Shocked, I've lived all my life without this food."

You laugh, "well, now you don't have to."

He chews happily at your response.

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Lunch is filled with little conversation, both praising each other for a well-planned meal. The strawberry lemonade complimenting the food perfectly. He brought a raspberry lemon loaf cake for dessert, and you happily admit you ate two pieces. It tasted so heavily, making Harry promise you to buy more in the future for you. He agreed, stating he'd do anything to make you happy.

"It's nice going out with someone, enjoying the sweet fresh air." Harry comments.

You hum in agreement, "I adore my alone time, but with the right company, it can feel just as perfect."

Harry's cheek turns rosy pink quickly, not at all trying to hide from you. You love that he loves to show how much you affect him.

"It feels normal like we've done this hundred of times already.”

You chuckle, nudging his shoulder. "It's cause we have. Just never called any of them dates."

"So you agree, we've been dating since February," he teases.

"Yeah, I think we can say that."

"When was our first zoom call?"

"Hmm...after class a week after your birthday. Think we worked for an hour and talked about nothing for another."

You look over at Harry loving how the sun reflects off his skin; it makes him look like a gift from the Gods. Harry feels your gaze on him, flashing you a big grin, his dimples on display just for you, because of you.

"We will call February eighth our anniversary," he declares.

You laugh, not a silent one but a full-out belly gripping laugh; you can feel the tears welling up in your eyes. Harry sits there confused, not sure where the joke was.

"You alright, baby?" He asks, just a bit concerned.

"That is what you were thinking so hard about; you couldn't figure out a week from your birthday quickly. Took you a good few minutes." You shake your head, trying to catch your breath, tiny giggles still escaping you.

"Oi, no need to be rude."

"Sorry, honey."

"Never claimed to be smart."

"The pretty ones never are," you tease.

"Alright, that's it. I've had enough."

Before you can stop him, he's on top of you, his fingers tickling you from your sides to your thighs. He knows your body getting all your secret spots that make you squirm away from. You almost succeeded in getting one of his hands over your head, but he surprises you by straddling you. You've stopped laughing, but Harry keeps going.

His curls are falling over his head, his eyes shining bright, a new lightness to them. At that moment, you realize how lucky you are, and before you know it, you reach your free hand up and place it on the back of his neck, bringing him down to your lips catching him by surprise.

Harry stays frozen for a second before sinking into the kiss, responding softly, wanting to explore you as he'd been thinking about this moment for months. You love the feel of his lips against yours; you'd happily give up breathing, never wanting to part. Harry tries to pull away, but you chase his mouth, not ready to stop kissing. He smiles against your lips, humming when he places a hand on your cheek, adding more pressure; you're not sure who lets out a moan letting it out into the universe wishing for more, hoping for forever.

You don't get butterflies or fireworks. Instead, you feel the ease of calmness wash over you like when you arrive home after a long day. That's what kissing Harry is like coming home.

You pull back, laying your head on the pillow Harry was wise to bring; you don't try to contain your smile as Harry stares down at you in a look of awe. You run your thumb over his bottom lip-loving how swollen they look thanks to you. His eyes never leave yours; you gasp as he places a kiss on your thumb before taking it in his mouth, sucking it gently; a moan escapes you, surprised at how hot the teasing is getting you.

"You're filthy, honey."

Harry smirks, "just for you, baby."

"Only our first date, H. We aren't going to move fast."

"A makeout isn't too fast for you," he teases.

"Felt just right." You smile, loving the feeling of his weight on top of you as he has not moved from his position, still straddling you.

"I agree."

"Sorry, I didn't ask if I could kiss you. Consent is sexy."

Harry's smile is soft, his eyes flicker to your lips, then back to your eyes, "You hereby have permission to kiss me whenever you please, my love."

"You know all the right things to say to make me puny for you."

"Good to know. Got to keep a mental list."

"What's on there so far?"

Harry smirks, leaning down his mouth right over your mouth; you remember the taste of lemon you felt when you kissed him, and well, you don't try to stop yourself when you attach your lips against his. There's no sweeter feeling, you've decided.

He pulls back, keeping the kiss short, "Know you can't be close to me without giving me a kiss. Know your heart is racing like it might beat out of your chest, and I know you're dying to ask me to be your boyfriend."

"Guess you are smart," you whisper.

He chuckles, nudging his nose against yours, humming as he places a kiss on the top of your nose.

"You know, I was right."

"Yeah, about what, H?" You reach your hand up to run your hand through his curls, brushing them back, giggling as they fall forward again.

"That your laugh sounds better in person. Know it's cheesy but truly music to my ears."

"You nutter!"

"Oi, picking up my slang, are you?"

"Got to, especially when you called that Evan kid a wanker for dismissing my response." You snicker, remembering the moment a few classes ago when you spoke up to give your opinion only for Evan trying to mansplain how women in politics were growing already especially having a female-run as a candidate a few years back. You would have cussed him out, but Harry did it for you. He packed up all your points with his own references. Safe to say, Evan has not spoken up since then.

"Cause he is one. You're the smartest person in the class, and that tosser should not even be in this class. Clearly, hasn't learned one bit since January."

"Settle down, honey. All in the past." You pat his chest a few times, getting his focus back on you. "Got that book you've wanted to read, want to give it a read now?"

"Course, baby. Happy you had it in your collection." He's gotten back into reading now that he seemed to have more time on his hands, and they had been bouncing recommendations off of each other. You had told him to stay off Book Tok because it was the same ten books being promoted by every page. His sister told him to read The Silent Patient, but he couldn't rationalize spending fifteen dollars, and he couldn't find the free pdf. He asked you and told him Amy bought it for you as a gift for feeding her.

"Let me get it out of my bag; you can lay in my lap easier to listen to."

Harry's eyes go wide; you're going to read him. He did not expect that, but he had to make sure. "Going to read to me, darling?"

"If you don't mind." you tuck your hand into your tote bag again, "brought my kindle in case you didn't want to. Won't be sad if you don't want to."

"No, I want you to. Yeah, more than anything. Got the prettiest voice." Harry pecks your lips, pulling back giddy because that's the first time he's kissed you, and well, he has to do it again. Your lips move in sync, the kisses feeling smoother but just as passionate. You break the kiss, playfully push him away, hands-off, letting you adjust yourself before he sets one of the smaller pillows in your lap and lays his head. Your hand is quick to find a place in his hair, thankful you've mastered the one hand reading and page-flipping due to always having a book in your hand growing up.

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After reading for a bit, Harry lifts his head from your lap, taking the time to admire you. You kept reading, letting him take you in from this new angle. You stopped brushing his hair instead, allowing yourself to get immersed in the book once again. You giggled, thinking back at Harry's reaction to the opening line of chapter one.

You had just flipped to a new page, ready to start chapter seven, when you saw how fidgety Harry had gotten. He clearly had something on his mind, so you wanted to give him his space; you had only read five words when he spoke, interrupting you.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" Harry blurts, shifting to sit in front of you.

You don't smile, but you know he can see the gleam in your eyes at his words, "Hmmm...will you give me a cute nickname?"

Harry doesn't know what you're doing but goes along with it. "Already do, so yes."

"Will you let me make you more masks?"

"Yes."

"Will you knit me a sweater?"

"I'll knit you hundreds."

You nod, "then yes, I'll be your girlfriend."

"Yeah, you want me to be your boyfriend," Harry teases.

"Dork," you shove his shoulder, causing him to fall back. He gasps in shock.

You laugh, and it's music to his ears; his dramatic response is swallowed as he takes you in. Harry isn't sure where he'd be without you. He takes in the happiness displayed on your face and knows if you could look in a mirror, he'd look just as happy if not more. You are a light in his life.

These last few months have changed everything about him. Harry hadn't really understood what it meant when people said that your partner should also be your best friend. He thought it was cheesy and something to give false hope to others, but with you, he knew it was true.

Starting off as friends built a strong foundation for you both to grow together, and he is forever thankful you took a chance on him.

Harry called it fate, but you well, you think it was all thanks to the zoom gods who set you up in a random break out room not once but twice.

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thank you for reading :) I adore you xx

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catgirlforkaeya · 3 years

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winter cabin

kaeya x gn!reader

fluff + slight hurt/comfort // modern au

warnings: not proofread + lowercase + swearing + small mentions of alcohol & overworking + slightly suggestive + use of pet names

a/n: was supposed to go to a parade tonight but the weather made it get postponed :( i kinda rushed this near the end bc i got rly tired LOL. also i’m not sorry for the angst <3

your best friend amber was the one to suggest a winter cabin to you

you’d been telling her how you wanted to have a small get-away with kaeya because you both really needed a break. he’d been overworking himself a lot lately and you’d been wrapped up with everything at your job and trying to help him. you weren’t exactly sure what to do though— until she suggested it to you

luckily you knew someone that rented cabins so it was fairly easy to get one (they even gave you a small discount)

jean was also understanding and easy to convince when you asked her to give kaeya the week off so you could go to the cabin with him. she’d been a little concerned also so she did it without much hesitation

now came the hard part— convincing kaeya to actually go

you exited your office and headed down the hall towards his. when you two bought the house a year ago you got this one mainly because it had enough room for two at-home offices.

with a small knock you slipped past the door. you saw kaeya sitting at his desk typing away at his computer, pausing periodically to write something on the notepad in front of him. walking up behind him you placed a hand on his shoulder as you kneeled down a little. you let out a small sigh when you noticed the half-empty bottle of wine on the desk.

“y/n—“ kaeya looked down at you out of the corner of his eye. “i’m sorry i didn’t hear you come in. do you need something love?”

“no, i just wanted to talk to you about something,” you moved your hand to his thigh as you grabbed a stool to sit on so you weren’t killing your knees.

“oh? what is it?” kaeya asked as he turned his attention to you. he tabbed out of whatever he was working on and spun his chair some so that he was facing you, your knees now brushing against each other.

“i have something planned for us to go somewhere for the week.”

kaeya raised an eyebrow at you. you could see the confusion on his face. “but i have w—“

“i already talked to jean and convinced her to give you the week off,” you interjected, letting out a sigh. you felt bad for cutting him off but you already knew what he was going to say.

there was a long pause. you watched kaeya, trying to read his face but it was a fail. you could definitely tell that he was tired and stressed but god only knows what was going through his head right now.

“bub please just agree and take the week off—“ you took one of his hands in yours, squeezing it gently. he looked down at your hands then back up at you. “—i wanna do something for you. you need a break from everything, you deserve time to relax.”

“when do we leave?” kaeya let out an exasperated sigh as he ran his thumb over your knuckles.

“tomorrow afternoon— i know it’s a little short notice but i wanted it to be a surprise.”

“well,” he stood up and looked down at you. “guess we better start packing then.”

with a small nod and a smile you stood up too. you placed a gentle kiss to his lips, mumbling a small “i love you” against them.

—

the next day rolled around fairly quick. it felt like just after you closed your eyes to go to sleep you were being woken up by the scream of your alarms

luckily y’all managed to get everything packed the night before so all you had to do was get dressed, eat, and load the car

it didn’t take too long to do all of that. by around 10am everything was done so you decided to leave out early

kaeya kept insisting to drive but every time you argued and said no— it’d ruin the surprise because you’d have to tell him where you were going. he eventually just gave up because he knew you wouldn’t cave

the drive was fairly long but since there was somebody to talk to it went by pretty quick. you two jammed out to music, talked about random shit, etc etc. there were times of silence but it wasn’t an agonizing silence. kaeya even fell asleep a few times (you snapped a pic when you had gotten off the road to grab something to eat just to tease him about later)

you eventually found the road that lead up to the cabin. kaeya kept questioning you the closer you got to it but you just shushed him

—

“this is how horror movies start y’know,” kaeya let out a small huff as he looked out the window. the scenery was pretty bland— just a bunch of bare trees covered in snow.

“it’s gonna be fine just shush,” you rolled your eyes as you glanced down at your phone on your thigh. the map said you were about a mile away. “we’re almost there.”

within a minute or so you rounded a corner and the cabin came into view. you looked at kaeya through your peripheral vision and laughed as you saw his eye widen slightly.

“this is where we’re staying..?” he looked over at you, cocking his head to the side slightly

you nodded, stealing a quick glance at him. deep down you were worrying that he wouldn’t really like it and it’d just be a wasted trip.

“how did you-?”

“i know someone i went to school with that rents these cabins,” you shrugged as you pulled up in front of the house. you put it in park and sat there for a moment.

it looked way prettier than what the pictures showed. it was all made of what looked like shiny oak wood. the roof was pointed and slanted, the windows were very long vertically and thin horizontally. the porch was lit up by golden lanterns that looked like they had a sunset captured inside. there was snow covering the ground and parts of the roof.

you two hopped out of your SUV and unloaded the suitcases— thankfully the two of you combined only had 2 suitcases and 2 backpacks so it wasn’t that hard so unload.

the walk to the cabin was short but you were freezing. kaeya made his usual remark about how you can’t handle the cold (causing him to get a punch to the bicep).

when you two walked through the door you were greeted by a bunch of lit candles and rose petals making a trail off to somewhere. for a split second you were confused on what was in front of you— but then it dawned on you that you had asked for this in the preparation requests.

“oh?” kaeya raised an eyebrow and looked over at you. that look on his face was… dangerous. lustful but dangerous.

you had just barely started to drop your bags when his lips were on yours.

—

the two of you had a relaxing trip

you mostly stayed in the cabin, but you did go to a small town that was nearby a couple times

it had a cute little diner that you grabbed meals from a few times. there were nice little shops too so you had to stop there

other than those few times you didn’t leave the cabin. you two just stayed cuddled up next to each other for 98% of the time. you always had your hands on each other (you also showered together each time— it was kaeya’s idea to do it because it’d “save water” but he had ulterior motives)

time honestly slipped away from you while you were there. it was nice being able to spend time with your boyfriend and actually seeing him happy. it had been quite awhile since you saw that cute ass smile that made you fall in love all over again

—

you were laying in bed with kaeya. you had your head resting on his chest while he had his arm wrapped around your torso to keep you close. the only sound was the faint muffle of the tv and the fireplace crackling.

you were drawing small hearts on your lover’s bare abdomen with your fingers. you’d periodically reach up and give kaeya a small kiss to which he’d just hum in response before returning the kiss.

“darling,” kaeya’s voice broke the silence. his voice sounded raspy and soft. it almost sounded fragile in a way, if that made sense

“yes bub?” you rested your chin on his chest and looked up at him. you reached up and grabbed a strand of his hair, twirling it between your index and middle finger.

“thank you for everything this week,” he gave you a small smile. despite his voice and face looking completely fine his eye looked like he was on the verge of tears. your eyes do betray you after all.

“you don’t need to thank me,” you tilted your head slightly, propping it against your other hand that was resting in the middle of his chest.

“nono, i do—“ he began, taking a deep breath. “i’ve just been so distant with you lately and you still managed to do all of this for me when i really, really don’t deserve it. i really don’t even deserve you.”

“kaeya alberich.” you sat up a little. you cupped his cheek with your hand, massaging his cheekbone with your thumb. “you do deserve it. to be honest you deserve the world— and if i could give you that i would. i’m not mad at you for being distant because i understand. it’s a shitty time of year for you and you need something to distract yourself from it. that’s completely okay.”

you were right— he was on the verge of tears. your words were the final straw; the draft of air that tore down the deck of cards. weeks of pent up emotions poured out. you pulled him up into a tight hug. he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

you just sat there with him, letting him let everything out. you ran your hands through his hair as an attempt to calm him. you kept whispering small reminders that you were here for him and that you cared.

you felt awful that you couldn’t do that much to help. yeah you could be there but that didn’t make his pain completely go away. you’d gladly take his place in a heartbeat if it meant he could be happy. the holidays were always hard on him. everyone in mondstadt saw it as a time to spend time with family and friends and give them gifts for everything they did this year. obviously it would be hard on kaeya because, well— he’s got no family left. you always let him spend time with you and your family but that still would never completely fill that void in his heart.

“i’m— sorry,” kaeya pulled away causing you to loosen the hug. his face was stained with tears. your heart ached seeing the sight.

“don’t apologize,” you wiped some of the tears away, reaching over to your nightstand and grabbing some tissues for him.

the rest of the night was just you giving kaeya some extra tlc. letting him cuddle you however he wanted, showering him in kisses, humming soft tunes, reminding him how much he meant to you, etc. you even braided his hair at one point because you knew he loved it. this went on until you two fell asleep.

“i love you so so so much, y/n. i know i don’t show it that all well but i truly do, and i hope you know that.” was the last thing he whispered to you that night.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya #genshin #kaeya x you #kaeya fluff #genshin christmas #genshin fluff #genshin drabbles #kaeya angst #kaeya alberich #catgirlforkaeya

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dnarez · 3 years

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Rain Season

Tw. Sex, a lot of fluff, domestic, porn with plot

Aizawa Shouta x Reader

Requested by: Anonymous

Anonymous: I would like to request an Aizawaxfem reader, where she is a pilot but decides to transfer to an office job for him, also, please do is very domestic, like... he had an awful day and is very grumpy, but she takes care of him, and then he takes care of her ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) if you know what I mean.

I hope you liked it!!! This was my first time doing a request!!!

+3.9k words

I didn't made the second check to see if I have anything wrong with the writting, sorry

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"Fucking rain season" said Eraserhead while getting inside his home, soaked from head to toe, he saw your heels on the entrance hall and frowned at it, he just wanted to be alone right now.

You heard him going inside your house and by the sound of his wet boots his mood was just as bad as the weather.

Chuckle to yourself as you keep preparing the bathtub.

Shouta's footsteps were light, but you always had a good hearing, and that helped to not letting him scare the shit out of you.

"I know that you are there love" you raise to your feet and look at him with a smile, but turns into a giggle seeing him all wet.

"Why are you here?" his rude tone would set anyone off, but you knew he was just being grumpy.

"I can't fly with this rain, it's too dangerous for me and the passengers so~" you go to him and brush his bangs away to let you see all of his beautiful face.

His eyes glare at you, he didn't want to get his hopes too high, Shouta knew that having a relationship with a pilot wouldn't be easy, and the little bit of time you two had together was heaven but always too short.

So any time that you had a day off he wouldn't ask for more time, but fuck he missed his girlfriend, he didn't even know how he was so lucky to fetch such a catch, but you would always respond with 'the bait was just too good to let it pass'

Even so, even if he tried to not get his hopes up, maybe... just maybe you would stay for a bit longer than usual...

You kissed his cheek and petted his drenched hair "I also got a promotion!"

Shouta frowned at that "so why don't you go celebrate with your friends?" He pushes you away and started to strip.

Huffing, you help him against his wishes "How barbaric! Didn't even let me finish!" You hold his hands stopping him from taking his pants off "I got a promotion for..." you clap twice "AN OFFICE JOB!" And make jazz hands on the end.

He looks at you astonished "An office job!? You hate working on a desk, and you also hate doing the same things every day! That's why you love being a pilot!" He says angrily, everything was making him angry right now, even your voice, one of, if not the most thing, he likes about you.

You sigh "Yes but... I already traveled to most of the countries in the world, I saw so much but..." you blush and evade his eyes

Aizawa gets closer to you, making both chests almost touch "But?"

"But... every time I saw something new I would think of you... and how you would like this, or how you would smile eating that, I'm feeling more and more homesick with each trip so... I asked to be transferred..."

He just... looks at you, which makes you blush more each minute that passes "I-I was thinking... that I could... maybe... move in, since it's so close to the airport from here, and... I would be able to sleep and wake up with you by my side" your whole face is red.

Shouta smile and hugs you tightly, "Why are you even asking? I gave you the keys in hope that you would move in"

You smiled and hugged him back, but his skin was too damn cold! You felt like you were hugging an ice cube!

The sweet moment was interrupted by him sneezing, "OMG! Bathtub! Now!" You pull him to the tub and help him to take off his clothes

"What about you? You just got here, right?" He asked while stepping out of his pants and boxer.

"I will take a shower, you can take your time and relax" you kiss his shoulder (because it's the highest place you can reach without him bending)

Shouta nods and gets inside the bathtub, smelling a woodsy scent, the water was also a little green "what did you put in here?"

You take off your clothes "It's a new bathwater, it helps relax the body and all that shit" you take a hair tie and ties Aizawa's hair in a cute messy bun "today we will take care of you, okay?" finally being able to kiss his cheek you smile nodding to yourself and goes to take a shower.

He watches you for some time and then relax on the bathtub, now that he's calm and relaxed he can faintly hear the sound of the rain outside, the strong bathroom lights were annoying him by not letting him relax "can you please turn off the lights?"

You stop for a minute and get out of the shower, doing what he asked, but lighting a few candles first "better?"

"Uhum..." he sighs and close his eyes

"I will keep on watch, don't worry, you can take a nap" you dry yourself and take the stool you normally used to shave and sit on it while on Aizawa's side

He just mumbles something and start to snore lightly.

You smile at the scene, he was always a sweetheart with you, putting you first, even if you had to cancel a lot more plans than he had because of work, the day you two meet was while he was working, and you were on your way to your flight, it was out of a novel type of meeting.

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It was supposed to be a normal Friday, you were going on your vacation, and decided to walk to the airport, you decided that it was the only type of exercise you would do on your vacation, since you were going to eat a lot of everything no matter the place.

But while calmly walking and admiring the orange sky, some guys passed running way too close to you, the last one actually picked you up and started caring you!!!

"HELP!" you shouted and started struggling trying to get the man to release you, to no avail

"Calm down princess, we just want the cops to not shoot"

"YOU SHUT UP!" you screamed and punched his throat making him stumble and drop you on the ground.

You landed in a bad way over your arm, you heard something crack, but the adrenaline pumping in your veins made it impossible to feel any pain.

You heard footsteps coming to you and see that a pro was following them, one of the guys grabs you and point a knife to your neck.

"Stop or I'll slice her throat!" The pro stops a few meter away and glares at the villain.

The villain rise you to your feet and gives a maniac laugh "poor hero! I know that you won't forget her face after this-"

Since you had both arms free, and had a brain, you decided to not let him kill you, so as logically as anyone would think, you decided to grab his balls and squeeze them as strongly as you could, and sadly for him, you were really angry.

The villain releases you and falls to his knees, you take the opportunity to run to the pro.

The dark haired hero put quirk canceling handcuffs on both of them, he looks back at you and makes sign to get you closer, you do as told and, and he put his hand on your right arm, you scream at that and holds your arms close to your chest "FUCK!"

He nods to himself "the police and ambulance are already on their way, you shouldn't have done that, what would happen if he had cut your throat in impulse?"

"Then I would die" you look at him with a poker face "so what? Now I will have to get a license and won't be able to work for the next 3 months, GREAT!" you groan frustrated and glare at your own arm.

"You almost died and care more about your job?" He asks confused.

"Not exactly, I just got my vacation, and now I have to postpone for a few days, just so I can get used to the cast, this suck" you sigh and let your head fall forward.

"You just need to ask for your friend's help, why would that be difficult?" He looks back at the handcuffed villains and then looks the siren noise finally starts to be heard.

"I don't have friends" you say and look up at him "so again, it will be difficult to do things with a cast"

You two were silenced by the ambulance and the police car arriving almost at the same time, you were checked and told that you would go to the hospital, but before they closed the door the hero came back into view.

"You said you don't have friends so... would you like my help?"

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Since then, you both had so much fun together, you started to pass more and more time with each other.

Until you asked him out on a date, and here you are, watching him on the bathtub taking a nap.

You smile at the scene and goes next to him, and start giving butterfly kisses all over his face to wake him up.

Aizawa wakes up and looks at you sleepy, you smile at his cute face "the water must be getting cold, come on, I already ordered food from your favorite restaurant" you help him up and dry him when he steps out of the bathtub, giving small kisses all over.

"You don't need to do this... I'm actually quite against this..." you chuckle and shake your head

"You work hard every day and night, always finds time to go watch a movie that I want, or go to a place that I like, you stay at school until late to help your students, or to help Yamada with paperwork, you are also thinking about getting the temporary guard of that little girl Eri" you put his towel around his waist and ties it there "It's my time to help you" you kiss his shoulder "and take care of the man I adore"

He nodded, permitting your plans to pamper the shit out of him.

You take a hold of his hand and brings him to the bedroom, where there were some candles and light blue rose petals, some relaxing song was playing, and the few scented candles were weak and just enough to help him relax.

"You got my favorite ones... " he looks at the light blue petals and gives a sad smile "thank you..."

You know that he is thanking for the flower, since the color always reminds him of his late friend, but when you two talk about it, you never ask about the accident, and just ask about everything else about him and their time together, so to Shouta when you show or talk about his late friend only good memories surge, and not the dreadful one, which he is quite thankful for.

"You're welcome, now lay down on the bed, stomach down and ass up" he looks at you suspiciously "I won't play with your ass today, don't worry, I will give you a massage"

He sits on the bed "since when do you know how to make these?"

You huff and put on one of his shirts "I took classes, so that I could help you de-stress, now lay down and let me help you"

He sighs thinking how this is a terrible idea, but smiles and comply at the end 'she learned something just to help me...'

You start on his feet, massaging with care a trying to remember what he told you on the classes.

Aizawa closed his eyes and thought about the time before this relationship, he would probably have taken a quick shower, ate some leftovers and slept the rest of the time, then woke up and go to work.

Having you is a luxury he wants to have every day.

Shouta knows that it's selfish of him to think like that, but you are so good to him, always has been.

When he was tired it seemed like you had a sixth sense to know, you would tell him to lay his head on your lap and would pet his hair while talking about your day with a sweet a low toned voice, he would always wake up on the bed, you said that you woke him up and brought him to the room, but he doesn't remember waking up at all.

Your hair was beautiful, your eyes gorgeous, your nose cute, the way you tilt your head before asking a question, the little mole you have on your eyelid, that can only be seen when your eyes are closed.

He really adores you.

The massage is so fucking good, you said you took a few classes??? He doesn't believe you.

Your hands go gradually up to his legs, then his lower back, his upper back, and you finish on his neck, when you had finished the feet he was already napping.

You hoped that the massage was good and that it would help him, you were going to wake him, but your phone buzzed signaling that your food was here.

You get up, pick the phone up and go to the door where you greet the delivery guy.

"Having a good night?" You ask while hiding half of your body behind the door

"Yes ma'am! Here's your order" he gives you your package which you quickly put on the table and return with your cellphone showing the qr code

"Here, have a great end of day" he smiles back at you and goes away.

You lock the door and put the table for the two of you.

...

Shouta wakes up feeling extremely relaxed, but something was missing, he looks around and see that the candles were off, only the scented one was light 'smart girl' he smiles at the thought of you, and notices how his body is super light.

He gets up and adjust the towel around his waist, his mood is a lot better now, but while hungry his facial expression still was an angry glare, he looked at his reflection in the mirror and frowns, you always had a carefree and relaxed expression, and he was starting to get aging lines, were you really only 5 years younger?

He sighs and opens the door not bothering to put on clothes, he sees you putting the table up and sees the package for his favorite sushi place and frowns.

You look back at him and smile "I was about to wake you up"

Aizawa gets closer to you "You shouldn't have done that, my favorite restaurant is too expensive to order if it isn't an especial occasion"

You shake your head "We are celebrating my promotion, also I got a fat bonus~" you sit and point serves you both some wine.

"Let's celebrate and relax" you start eating happy for the high quality product.

...

After eating you washed the dishes against Shouta's wish, but he did put the plates away.

"So... is there anything else you wanted to do?" You look at your boyfriend and see his relaxed body and face, much better than the angry wet cat that had arrived earlier.

He steps closer to you and looks into your eyes "I want to do you"

You blush heavily "this isn't about me today..." you pout

He shakes his head "I love when I see your facial expressions, and your voice screaming my name is my favorite song, now please... let me hear you sing" he holds your face with both hands and give you a peck on the lips.

You nod and close your eyes, going with the flow.

His pecks turn into kisses, that he cover your face with it, very slowly "my beautiful. Kind. Sweet. And caring girlfriend. Taking such a good care of me. You think that I didn't notice how the house is cleaner than when I left?" His kisses start to go lower to your throat "always so caring... you also need to de-stress a little. Let me help you" his hand start to travel down thru your body.

You sigh from how kind he is being, normally he would kneel and eat you out like he was a starved man, then he would proceed to fuck your brains out on the dinner table, but right now he wasn't stressed from work, or angry about the villains attacking even in this bad weather.

You should do this more often...

"Stop spacing out and focus on me" he bites your earlobe, and you gasp focussing on him, you only now notice his hands on your thigh and on your breasts under the shirt, he gave both a little squeeze which made you whimper and tremble under his hands.

"S-sorry..." he kissed your collarbone and bite your neck

"Let's go to our bed, it's been some time since we used it for something that isn't sleeping" you felt a shiver going all over your body from how low his voice got.

"Y-yeah! Let's do that!" You turn around to go to the bedroom, but he stops you by picking you up, you hug his neck and blush heavily again "hey! You surprised me!"

"Good, that was the intention" as he walks to the bedroom you hear something falling, when you look behind him, you see that he dropped the towel, and now you have a perfect place to see his butt.

"Why is your ass better than mine?" You pout and notice that you are now on the bedroom

"If you exercise more you would also have a nice and firm ass like mine, but I do prefer pudding"

"Pudding?" He lays you down on the bed with your back to the ceiling and stomach to the bed.

Shouta give your ass a bite, and you laugh "oh! Pudding! Now I get it"

He chuckles and kiss where he had bitten "mine..." he says in a sweet voice and hugs your waist for some time.

Then he raises and turn you around, now facing him "would you allow me to make love with you?"

You blush and smile, caressing his face "of course" you take the opportunity to untie his hair, that had been tied since the bath 'next time I will wash his hair'

Shouta smiles and kiss you slow and passionately.

This was different from normal, and so good, so sweet, you feel his hands going down again and opening your legs.

His fingers caressed your entrance, he broke the kiss and brought his fingers to his face "so wet for me already, how kind of you" his fingers go down again but this time he makes circling movements on your clit.

You sigh from the stimulation and pull his face close to you again "please, I want more Shouta" you open your mouth begging for more kisses.

He complies and kiss you passionately again, his second hand come up and fondle with your breast, sometimes pinching your nipple.

Everything he did was so slow that you felt like drowning in him, his taste, his scent, his skin touching yours, you were drowning in him and him in you.

After 2 years of relationship you two knew what the other liked or needed, and this was something new, that both needed this very much and neither knew.

His fingers went inside you slowly and curved slightly, then he moved it at the same pace as before, slow enough to tease but fast enough to stimulate.

You part the kiss again "more... please! More!" You move your hips to feel more and put your hand over his that was on your breast and squeeze it asking for more pressure.

"Such a nice way to beg... do you think you can take it? I want to feel you around me"

You knew that you needed more preparation, since Shouta was the biggest you ever had, and he stretched you to your limit every time, you remember that the first time you two had the sensation was the same as losing your virginity, but he asked so nicely... and by the looks of it he will be very loving, so you nod in confirmation.

He smiles at you and lined himself on your entrance.

Now that you think about it, it looks like he was hard for some time now, the purplish head and the pulsating vein make it obvious that he has been holding himself back.

"My eyes are up here~" he mocks, and you look at him, like... you really look at him, and you decide to drop the bomb.

The L bomb hadn't been dropped by neither of you, even after 2 years, both afraid of the other leaving after they got attached, but... you were already attached, and he has such a dangerous job, you never know what will happen, so you decide to let it be known.

"Aizawa Shouta... I love you"

He looked astonished at you and gave you a wobbly smile "I love you too" as he said that he penetrated into you and gave you a deep kiss with a lot of tongue to distract you from the discomfort.

Aizawa keep pushing until all of him was inside, he part the kiss and sighs relieved "you are always what I need to make a shitty day much better"

You shudder from his deep voice and put your hands on his shoulder "I'm glad that I can put your mind at ease in though days" you kiss his nose and he smiles back at you.

He gives a small trust, and you respond with a small moan, encouraging him.

Shouta gives slow and shallow trusts, letting you get comfortable.

You lick your lips and wiggle your hips trying to get more of him in "please move! Your going too slow!" He chuckles and bites your neck

"I had totally forgotten this" he takes your shirt off "there, all mine " he said in a sweet tone and hugged you close, letting both chest press against each other.

Shouta starts moving faster, and the way his body squeezed you was suffocating in a good way, you start scratching him as soon as he's hips start clapping against yours, the pressure on your belly.

'So close' the position had his cock rubbing against your favorite spot deliciously you were taking short breaths with your eyes glossy from pleasure.

But the feeling of you around him, your nails on his back and your small moans and whimpers, everything about you was intoxicating, Shouta bites your necks, then your shoulder, and start to bite you all over leaving marks on you "mine..." he said again and started pounding on you.

It was so sudden that you couldn't hold back a high pitched moan followed by a whimper "Shouta!"

He bites your nipple and suck it while fucking you, holding your body against him by the hips.

Shouta was going to be kind and have a slow and sweet sex with you, but the way you drive him crazy with so little, he wants to ravish you, but decides against it.

One of his hands go to your clit and rub circles on it making your body tremble, and you arch your back wanting more "Shouta!"

His thrusts got sloppier, now going faster "close... so close" he laid his head on your shoulder.

The feeling of his dick kissing you womb hurt in a good way, the way he knew you loved "close!"

You came first, creaming on his dick while arching your back, his thrusts got sloppier he bites your shoulder and grunts while coming on your stomach.

He sits up and looks down at you, and your stomach covered in cum and your fucked out face with pride.

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I had already wrote this, I still am on hiatus, I'm just posting it here, since the other plataforms already have it

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cursestothemoon · 4 years

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Paging Dr. Weasley

Requested: yes

George Weasley x fem! reader

Warnings: strong language, asthma, fever and illness symptoms, food

Word Count: 3031

Summary: George is excited to go see the new products at Zonko’s and the harsh weather isn’t going to stop him. The reader has asthma and she's a bit apprehensive about going out in the cold, dry weather but George insists it’ll be fine. George, unfortunately, is wrong.

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The night prior it was quite clear to you that the weather would be horrid. The wind, aggressive in nature, thrashed and collided with the walls of the stone walls of the castle. You were fortunate, however, tucked under your boyfriend George’s arm, asleep in his warm dorm. He had insisted that you stayed the night with him, when it got cold out he got clingy, and you had no objections to his suggestion. The following day you were to venture down to Hogsmeade with George, a week ago the plan was made when he mentioned needing prank supplies from Zonko’s, Fred unable to go because of a weekend detention he got himself. With the oncoming storm you had assumed that tomorrow’s plans had been canceled, knowing from past learning experiences the harsh cold was no help to your asthma.

Light flooded through the window in George’s dorm, a bright white that pierced your eyes even as they rest under your lids. You turned away from the harsh light, nose pushing into the warm, inviting chest of your boyfriend as you tried to slip back into a deeper sleep. A deeper sleep would not come, it wasn’t long after you turned that you were fully awoken by a deep groan.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell, I told Lee to close the stupid curtains when he got in too.” George grumbled, hand smacking against his face to cover his eyes.

You were silent as you slowly shimmied yourself higher onto the pillow, motioning for him to lower himself so his face would be in your neck, concealed from the morning sun reflecting off the night's snow. George happily complied, humming his gratitude as he nuzzled into your neck before placing a gentle kiss where your shoulder met your neck.

“Who opened the fucking window?” Fred’s voice was heard after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

His tone showed his clear annoyance, followed by a groan and the shuffling of covers probably a result from him angrily pulling them over his head.

“I might’ve forgotten.” Lee answered from his bed making Fred chuck one of his pillows at him.

George groaned into your neck, “Will you two wankers shut up. We’re trying to sleep.”

“We?” Lee and Fred asked in unison before Fred continued, “Is Y/n there with you?”

George and you had retired to bed quite early last night, and neither of you expected Lee or Fred to check to see if George was alone last night before going to sleep.

“Yeah she’s here so shut up.” George grumbled again.

You could hear Fred, or Lee you weren’t sure, as they moved around in their bed before they spoke. It was Fred.

“Was the poor girl buried under the blankets all night?”

You decided to respond this time, “No, I had my face out to breathe.”

“Guess it’s time to get up.” Lee grumbled, moving to swing his legs out from under the covers.

“Maybe if you closed the curtains we’d all still be asleep a bit longer.” George sassed as he moved to sit up, not before giving you a good morning kiss on your forehead.

“Maybe if you closed the curtains…” Lee mimicked in a high voice, getting up to go to the bathroom.

Deciding that sleep would not be achieved until tonight, you too, sat up, knuckling at your eyes as you leaned against George’s chest. He circled his arms around your waist, placing another kiss to the crown of your head.

“Morning, pretty girl.” He rasped into your ear.

Unfortunately it was loud enough for Fred to hear and make a gagging noise as he turned away from you two.

“Disgusting. When you guys leave feel free to close the curtains, yeah?” He mumbled from under his covers, a few tendrils of fiery hair poking out.

You shuffled your legs over the edge of the mattress, standing up and stretching before grabbing the pillow you had been using to go over and smack Fred from over the sheets.

“Get up you wanker.”

He yelped before sitting up abruptly, hair a literal mess with strands sticking out randomly, “Georgie! Your girlfriend is attacking me, make her stop.”

George pretended to think for a moment before answering, “No. I don’t think I will.”

Fred feigned offence before also getting up and out of bed, his maroon boxers with green ‘F’s on them were quite the sight.

“Mate, it’s snowing out. How are you only wearing your knickers.” Lee asked, coming out from the bathroom.

“Run hot.” Fred answered simply with an overly flirty wink directed at Lee.

“Merlin…” George muttered, shaking his head as he got out of bed.

You smiled at your beloved, his hair- much like his brother’s- a frizzy mess of red locks and his eyes still puffy from just having woken up, but unlike his twin, George had on a pair of flannel pajama pants and an old Gryffindor t-shirt that he had cut to show his midriff. He was quite literally perfect, his pants hanging low on his hips- just exposing his v-line- and his t-shirt, now crop top, ended just above his belly button, an auburn happy-trail in view.

“You ready for today?” George asked, pulling you out of your less than innocent thoughts, his knowing smirk a clear sign that you had been caught ogling at him.

You stood for a moment in thought, “Today?”

George nodded, “Zonko’s, butterbeer, our plan to go to Hogsmeade.”

“I thought we would postpone that, the weather is horrid.”

He peered out the window before turning back to you, “It isn’t snowing much anymore, I think we should be in the clear.”

“Don’t you have asthma though? Won’t it make it act up?” Fred asked as he slipped on his shoes.

You nodded slowly, moving to fix the astray sheets on George’s bed, “Yeah, I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to go out today.”

George pouted slightly, “We’ll bundle you up extra warm, and it’ll be quick. You’ll be ok, you haven’t had an attack in so long.”

You knew why he was so keen on going, Zonko’s had a new line of products that he was dying to get his hands on. He’d been talking about it for months, he and Fred finally saving up enough money from selling their own things to go purchase a few things. You felt bad, and he was right, you hadn’t had an asthma attack in a while so perhaps you’d be fine.

“Alright, but we’ll need to stop by my dorm so I can get my thick scarf. The one that goes up over my nose.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t have it anyother way.”

An hour later you and George were ready to go, two scarves- one long enough to go over your nose- a beanie, fuzzy socks, and a pair of George’s mittens were part of the outfit you were sporting. You felt a lot more confident in your attire now, nothing could go wrong...right?

It went wrong.

So very wrong.

The first half hour out on the town was fine, a bit chilly but George was there to wrap an arm around you and pull up your scarf so it covered your nose. Then, as the forty-five minute mark hit, you started to feel a bit...wheezy. The scarf kept slipping, the wind had picked up, and it was extremely dry out. Once it hit an hour you were in a full blown asthma attack, having to pull out a rescue inhaler- something you made sure to bring with you no matter how confident you were at first- and George felt absolutely terrible as he watched you try to catch your breath in The Three Broomsticks.

George rubbed a hand in comforting circles on your back as you took a few inhales of your inhaler trying to stop the painful wheezes. You reached behind you, putting a hand on his to try and tell him it was alright and you didn’t blame him, knowing he’d be beating himself up over this.

Once your breathing had leveled enough for you to string together a few words uninterrupted, you turned to your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry but I think it would be better if I went back.” You muttered, voice still a little raspy.

George crouched down, face to face with you sitting in a chair, as he spoke, “Baby,” He cooed, “You shouldn’t be sorry. I’m sorry I forced you to come out knowing you have asthma and you were worried. I should’ve been thinking more about you, pretty girl.”

You shook your head gently, “It’s alright George, you were excited. No one needs to apologize, let’s just go.”

George silently agreed, moving to remove his scarf as you stood up. He pulled up your scarf so it went over your nose and wrapped his own scarf around it in hopes of it staying up better. Once he was happy with his work, he grabbed your mitten covered hand and you two walked out of the little pub.

Fortunately, you two got back to the castle without another asthma attack hitting you. George took you straight to his dorm, and sat you on his bed. The dorm was empty, it was still rather early in the day, but you felt your eyes start to droop as fatigue from the asthma attack, shivering in the cold, and fighting your way through the snow all came crashing down on you. You were also starting to get a headache, something you were definitely not happy about.

The lanky ginger noticed how tired you started to look and felt his heart melt all while guilt nearly ate him alive. He knew it was his fault you were feeling so bad, but your tired eyes and grabby hands at him made him smile.

“We need to get you changed, love.” He said quietly, going to his own trunk to pull out a sweater and pajama pants for you.

With his sweater and pajama pants in hand he got down to his knees in front of the bed where you sat and started to unbutton your coat. Once unbuttoned he helped you shrug it off, then helped shed all the other layers until you were in a thin t-shirt before pulling his sweater over your head. You moved to take off your bra but George muttered to let me, his hands sliding up under your shirt to unhook your bra, then letting you shimmy around to get your arms out before grabbing the undergarment and putting it in his trunk- he doesn’t need the boys coming in and seeing his girlfriends bra.

He then unbuttoned your jeans, slowly helping you pull them down your legs before replacing them with his own pajama pants.

“Stan for me for a moment.” He said, going to tie the drawstring in a neat bow to make sure the pants didn’t fall off of you.

“Thank you Georgie.” You smiled leaning into his chest.

“No problem, love. Let’s get you into bed.”

You shuffled onto the bed and situated yourself under the covers, looking up at George expectantly making him chuckle.

“You take a nap, I’m going to go get us food alright?”

“Ok.” You nodded, getting comfortable.

Before George was even out the room, you had fallen asleep, the day had taken a toll on you evidently. He smiled at your peaceful form, asleep in his bed, before carefully leaving the dorm to go grab some food for a late lunch.

George came back with the food fifteen minutes later, but he couldn’t find it in him to wake you up just yet. He waited around an hour before gently kissing your hairline to wake you up, but he grimaced at the unusual heat that your skin held.

When you woke, you felt fine, maybe a little lethargic, but fine. Usually asthma attacks didn’t take this much out of you but perhaps it was just because of how intense this one was and your head was still pounding.

You two quietly ate, George asking how you were every so often, you responding with a soft ‘alright’ before going back to the sandwich he brought. When the food was finished you crawled back into George’s bed, still feeling a bit sluggish but the food helped.

“Can you lay with me?”

George nearly awed audibly at how soft and small your voice was.

“Let me just change ok, bubs?”

You nodded, “Wear the cropped shirt please.”

George chuckled at your request but of course complied, pulling the shirt over his head and letting it fall just above his belly button. You smiled at the sight making him shake his head before pulling his own pajama pants on and climbing into bed next to you.

Hushed conversation started between the two of you. He was sitting up slightly with your head placed on his chest. As the sun went down and the other boys came back to the dorm, you let the melodic thump of George’s heartbeat lull you to sleep.

***

The night was a bit rough to say the least, George barely got any sleep due to his worrying about your wheezing. You didn’t usually wheeze when you slept, so it worried him. You on the other hand woke up with a stuffy nose, painfully dry cough, and achy muscles.

You were sick.

Even worse, it was Monday morning and you could not muster up the strength to get yourself dressed and to class. You had woken up first that morning, an aggressive cough pulling both you and George out of sleep. Once you the coughing fit had subsided you turned to look at George.

“I don’t think I can go to class today.” You pouted.

George pushed your hair out of your face as he answered, “Don’t worry about it, darling.” He placed an open palm on your forehead, “You’re burning up.”

Just as he had said it your body shivered before you erupted into another coughing fit.

“My thoughts exactly.” He smiled. “You are not leaving this bed today, and I’ve just gotten word that Dr. Weasley is in.”

You let out a raspy laugh, “You don’t have to miss class, I’ll survive.”

George shook his head, “Nope, I’m going straight to McGonagall to tell her that you are sick and I need to take care of you.”

He left before you could protest any further.

You turned around, getting comfortable again, and started to doze off before Fred piped up.

“I thought you two would never quite fucking yelling.” He groaned.

Lee responded for you, “Shut up you twat.”

***

George jogged to the transfiguration classroom still in his pajamas getting interesting looks from the people in the halls. He didn’t care though, not when his little love was sitting in his bed sniffly and sick waiting for his cuddles.

He made it to the classroom and pushed the door open, startling Professor McGonagall and the few students in the room.

“Mr. Weasley! You cannot just come stampeding into my ro- what in Merlin’s name are you wearing?”

George caught his breath before speaking, “Professor, Y/n is sick and she can't come to class and since she’s sick she obviously needs me to take care of her so I also cannot attend classes today.”

“Is Miss L/n alright?” McGonagall asked, now worried about the girl.

“It’s my fault, I took her out in the cold yesterday and her asthma acted up but now she’s also got a fever and she was wheezing all night.” George rambled, the guilt coming back.

His Professor put her hands out to stop his rambling and push him toward the door, “Alright, alright, you go take care of the poor girl, both of you are excused for today and tomorrow if it’s necessary. If it gets any worse take her straight to Madam Pomfrey, understood?”

George nodded and McGonagall continued, “And for Merlin's sake next time send someone else to come tell me, we do not need you strutting around the school in- in- whatever this is.”

She gestured toward George’s outfit making his ears turn pink, realizing just how many eyes are on him at the moment.

“Right, of course. Thank you.”

***

George made it back to his dorm just as Lee and Fred were stepping out to leave for their first class of the day. He offered them a quick good morning and ‘see you later’ before making his way to you. He found you asleep in bed and tucked the covers under your chin before sliding into bed with you, pulling you into his chest as he let sleep take over.

A few hours later he woke up to you already awake and reading a note, he assumed it was attached to one of the two bottles that had been placed on his bedside table sometime while he was asleep.

“Who’s that from?” He asked, sitting up and looking over the note.

“McGonagall, she sent up medicine.”

“How sweet of Minnie.” He smiled pulling himself out of bed, “Alright, let Dr. Weasley read it.”

You laughed, “Dr. Weasley?”

He nodded feigning shock, “Yes, Dr. Weasley, and I’m going to nurse you back to health.”

George plucked the note from you and read it over, taking in all the instructions on how and when to take the medication which he assumed were the two bottles.

The rest of the day passed with George waiting on you hand and foot, bringing up food, rubbing your back, cuddling you, you name it he did it. He also did it all in his cute little crop top that definitely helped speed up the process of your recovery.

Now as you lay in bed, George tilts your head up to place a gentle kiss on your lips but you stop him before he can.

“You’ll get sick.”

He chuckles, “I’ve been kissing on you, and cuddling with you all day. I’m going to get sick either way, pretty girl, so please let me kiss you on the lips at least once today.”

“Alright but we can’t tell anyone, I don’t think it’s very proper of me to be snogging my doctor.”

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bokura-no-digital-world · 2 years

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Takari Week 2022 - Day 5: Letters

Days: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] Title: The Surprise Letter Characters: Takeru Takaishi, Hikari Yagami, Patamon, Tailmon, Yamato Ishida and Yuuko Yagami. Summary: Hikari is confused when Takeru suddenly stops replying to her letters. Note: For Takari week, I decided to do something different. All stories will be told in first person, from both Takeru and Hikari's POVs in the same story. It will be separated to make it easier, though. "Tailmon, let's go." I called my partner from the living room and looked over the table. There were a few letters piled at the center of it, and I casually went through them just in case I saw something for me. There was nothing until I saw the last letter in the pile. It had my name on it, so I looked at the back of it and was shocked to see it was from Takeru. He didn't tell me anything about writing me a letter last time we talked. I was dying from curiosity to read it, but Tailmon was coming in my direction, so I put it in my bag to read during our stroll. "I'm ready, Hikari." "Great, so let's go." I put on my hat and then my shoes next to the door.

The temperature outside was still cool, but not as hot anymore with winter getting closer. I was sitting against a tree in a park while Tailmon chased a dog that was barking at her and laughed at that. And then I remembered the letter in my bag. Now that she was somewhat distracted, it was the perfect time to read it. So I went through my bag and picked it up.

I tore the envelope open and pulled the letter out. As I was opening it, I couldn't help but think how much I already missed him. He had gone back to Kyoto a week before college returned and that was over a month. We still didn't know when we'd be seeing each other again before Christmas or if that was going to happen. I sighed, but was thankful for also being in college. Otherwise it would be way harder for me.

My eyes fell on the paper in my hands and I began to read his letter. By the time I finished the first paragraph I had already smiled and blushed quite heavily. Then I moved to the second one. He was telling me about some places he's been in Kyoto and how pretty his college is. He also wants to take me there before he finishes it, which will be very soon. And then it hits me: we managed to survive four years having a long-distance relationship and only seeing each other a few times a year. We actually did it.

I continued reading the letter, which caused me to laugh and blush again. I found it amazing how he managed to alternate two completely different subjects and I couldn't help wondering if it was a writing technique. And right after he revealed he was planning to write a book about our adventures in the Digital World, which surprised me a lot. My first reaction was to think it would be really cool and then I felt nervous thinking there's a possibility people all over Japan - and maybe the world - get to read it. I kind of like the fact only the twelve of us are the ones who actually got to experience it. I shook my head, folding the letter again and realize there's a picture inside the envelope. I picked it up and looked at it with a smile. It's a picture of one of Kyoto's parks on spring, with fully blossomed Sakura trees. I put everything back in the envelope and on my bag and stood up, feeling inspired to replying to his letter. "Tailmon, let's go home." "Already?" She approached me and I picked her up in my arms. "But the weather is so nice today." "I know, but there's something I need to do and I can't postpone it. We can come back here tomorrow and spend more time." "Is it about Takeru?" She looked up at me with curiosity. "Maybe." It was all said, but I was sure she understood it because of the smile on my face.

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shreddedparchment · 4 years

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A World of Our Own Pt.10

Epilogue

10/11/2020

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word Count: 1,615

Warnings: allusions to miscarriage, LOTS of fluff, past death

A/N: I know I haven’t replied to many comments or asks from the previous chapter but I wanted to get this out as quickly as possible so that the story would be truly closed. The ending was incomplete and now it is done and I hope you enjoy this ending as much as I do. It really made me so happy to write and this is the ending these babies deserve after being blown up and deserted on an island. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

Life doesn’t happen like we think it will.

We can plan and schedule and arrange as much as you’d like, but things will just not go your way.

As the ship docks, you sigh with frustration, rising to your feet to look through the porthole.

“We’re late.” You grumble, glaring at the darkening sky. “We were supposed to be here by noon. That way we had plenty of time to look around and make sure it’s safe.”

“Kitten, come here.” Bucky holds his arm out towards you without looking up from the small tablet in his hands.

There’s a weather radar on one half of the screen and on the bottom, an email. Probably from Fury.

You make a reluctant beeline for him, sitting on his lap when he urges you to, wrapping his arm around your waist.

With a lick to his lips, he puts the tablet down on the small bedside table—bolted down to keep from moving in rough seas—and brings his other arm around you.

“What did you just tell me last week?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug, pretending you can’t remember.

“Yes, you do, Y/N. What did you so passionately talk my ear off and insist that I remind you, especially on this very trip, if you begin to slide back on your newest and most important—your words by the way—resolution in life? What was it?” Bucky pokes your leg as he speaks, then wraps his arm back around your waist and gives you a squeeze.

“Not to stress about the things in life that I cannot control.” You sigh. “Out of all the damn things I’ve told you, why is this one the one you remember?”

“Because you wouldn’t stop talking about it for an entire day!” Bucky chuckles. “We’re a little late? So what? We have plenty of time. This is supposed to be our honeymoon. Let’s just let go of everything and enjoy our time here.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I just…I wanted everything to be right.” You nod.

“It will be. We bought the island. They’ve been working on it for a year. I’m sure everything will be perfect.” Bucky soothes you, reaching up to rub between your shoulders. “You approved all the changes. They said it was done. What are you worried about? Specifically. Help me to understand this anxiety you’re feeling.”

You grab Bucky’s face and pull his lips to yours roughly. He mumbles against your lips, a small huff of a laugh seeping through.

When you pull away, he laughs. “Ow.”

“I just…we haven’t been back here in years, Bucky. And I want it to be safer than when we left it.”

Bucky’s eyes are full of sudden understanding.

“I see.” He gets to his feet as the large yacht finally stops, helping you stand too before taking your hand in his own. “Come on. Let’s go see it. You kept the hut, right?”

“I kept everything.” You tell him, following him along the narrow white hallway, pristine wooden floors varnished and gleaming. “I just had them upgrade most of it.”

“I like your dress.” Bucky states, giving your outfit a quick once over even though you’d been wearing it for the better part of the day.

You smile bright however, pleased by the compliment before you stop, grab hold of the intentionally designed a-symmetrical dress and swing it back and forth. It’s navy with pink pansy florals and light green leaves, the top more modest than the one you owned before. Capped sleeves and a lovely heart neckline, a very thin strip of pink lace along the hem.

Bucky stops with you, smiling at the shift in your attitude with one simple acknowledgment of your reference to your first time on the island.

“How many times did we end up cutting off pieces of that first dress?” Bucky wonders, letting you think.

“Too many.” You acknowledge. “It was more of a shirt by the time we left.”

Bucky lifts your left hand up to his lips, kissing your simple solitaire engagement ring, your matching wedding band also on your finger.

“Well, we won’t have to cut any of this one off. I promise.” He assures you then pulls you along once again.

Bucky makes you wait. He makes you stay behind as the two of you reach the deck of the yacht—the Paradise Lost as you’d named it—while he steps onto the long and reinforced pier.

It stretches out on the same beach where the cabin of the plane had once stood, now relocated, and honored on another part of the island for the lives that had been lost.

The graves Bucky had dug had been remade, a small graveyard built to give the pilot and stewardess a proper resting place.

You can see it from the deck, a little farther inland where you’d had a cobbled path built to lead to it from the pier.

Making a mental note to tell Bucky you want the Stewardess’s family invited to give them a chance to say goodbye. You’re not sure if you’ll be able to get them here with the secrets surrounding the plane, but you can try.

Bucky comes back fairly quickly and waves you over. Eagerly you make your way to him.

“What happened?” You ask him but he gestures towards an older gentleman on the beach.

“Mr. Lara wants to talk to you about the chef’s supplies. Looks like there was a delay in the shipment.” Bucky tells you, then hurries past you. “Don’t worry, I’ll get our bags.”

“Bucky, we’re paying people to do that!” You call after him, but he waves you off and you turn to meet with Mr. Lara.

The island, while still massively private, has been built up like a small resort. There’s your hut, which the basic structure is the same but to it have been added a full chef’s kitchen. Several bedrooms. A living room. A master bedroom and access to the beach and a private pier.

There’s a beach barbecue patio and lounge chairs. Hidden behind the hut right in the spot Bucky built it, is the bathing pool, now with built in filtration, temperature control and more sustainable materials so that it will endure.

Your little island, the world you and Bucky created was given a full makeover. You’d always known you wanted to come back. You’d hated being stranded but the memories and the connections you’d formed here were special.

After assuring Mr. Lara that you have enough provisions on the yacht to last you until the grocery delivery arrives, you make your way back to see what’s keeping Bucky.

You’re nearly there when Bucky’s sweet chuckle stops you in your tracks. He takes the ramp onto the pier and with his hand still extended towards the yacht, you wait, your heart swelling.

“Careful.” You tell him, but he doesn’t need you to remind him.

Into view toddles a black-haired angel, eyes just as blue as his father’s. Just as you had when you’d thought about the possibility of a child with Bucky how beautiful it would be to see a mini version of him with your temper running around, it’s just so.

You wait with patience, his legs sure though slightly unsteady. His eyes scanning the area with inquisitive gusto.

He’s only just two years old but he’s already smart as a whip and when he spots you, he gasps with excitement and as soon as his little feet hit the pier, he releases Bucky’s hand and races for you.

You stoop down to scoop him and chuckle as he laughs, wrapping his arms around your neck.

“There’s my big boy.” You coo, pressing a kiss to his cheek before he can pull away. “Where are we, Robin? Do you know where this place is?”

As he straightens up, he points towards the shore. “Beesh!”

“That’s right. We’re at a beach. This is an island, Robin.” You explain, moving down the pier with him in your arms.

“I-wan.” He repeats, then giggles before squirming from your grip. “Woah, easy.”

Bucky moves forward and stops the little one before he can run.

“Hey bud, we can run down the pier and play in the sand, but you have to make me a deal, okay?”

Robin lifts his little hand up, bent at the elbow with his palm turned up as he shrugs. “Dew?”

“Yeah. We can run down to the beach if you hold my hand. Okay? The water is very deep, and mommy will cry if you fall in. You don’t want mommy to cry, do you?”

“No!” Robin exclaims, his little face suddenly angry, eyebrows drawn down on the inner corners in an exaggerated expression. “Mommy no cwy!”

“Then you’ll hold my hand?” Bucky asks, holding it out for him.

Without another word Robin takes hold of Bucky’s hand ad doesn’t wait before he’s pulling him along as fast as his little legs can.

“Be careful!” You call after them but they’re not listening anymore.

Life doesn’t function according to your plan.

While you were planning your wedding, Robin came as a sweet surprise. You postponed the wedding and instead celebrated the birth of your rainbow. Much sooner than expected but welcomed all the same.

Then you and Bucky took time to nurture your son and the wedding was finally held only two weeks ago. Honeymoon delayed to make certain the island was safe for you baby.

And although you’re saving the news for the right time, you hope that you can convince Bucky to stay here for a while, at least until your second little one comes. Just another seven months.

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Neo Got My Back (Jaehyun x reader)

a/n : a domestic Jaehyun fluff scenario!

enjoy! you all deserve a ( good bed time) story.. though I hope this is good enough..

warning : mentions of past incident of almost dying but nah you lived :D, some slight cursing

tagging @yutahoes who might like this domestic jaehyun and ofc @neopalette

--- here goes nothing ----

It’s starting to get dark outside and your house still feels empty. You walk around the small room holding your phone while checking if there is any new message or a call. It’s been a long day for you to finish your works and take care of your dog that’s feeling a bit under the weather. You give up waiting for a reply and choose to just leave your phone and take care of your sick dog.

“Neo, come here.” You make yourself comfortable on the floor and pat your lap as the small Labrador walks slowly to you.

“Aw look at you, you’re still sick but feeling better?” you ask when the good boy wags its tail

“Are you excited to meet daddy?” you coo at your pal and he licks your cheek. You giggle and kiss him back “I also miss Jaehyun, don’t worry he is coming home tonight.”

Your dog seems to understand what you said, maybe its because he heard Jaehyun and home in one sentence and your tone sounds happy. If you are happy, then Neo is happy.

“Let’s try to eat some more, you’re not eating as much as usual and I don’t find that settling.” You reach on the dog food you’ve prepared before hand and try to feed Neo.

He eats, but without much energy. You’re sad actually to see him acting like this, at night he also whimpers some soft painful growl. You’re planning to take him to the vet if he’s whimpering again tonight.

“Are you sick or are you just acting up to see Jaehyun?” you tease your Labrador, who once were caught acting sick just to bring Jaehyun home. Jaehyun loves Neo to the point where he is willing to drop his business to come and hug this good boy. Maybe it’s because Neo once saved your life.

You told Jaehyun about the story where Neo saved you from almost drowning in the beach when you were a teenager. Since then, Jaehyun’s love to Neo sort of jumps over the moon. He said he ought Neo everything because thanks to Neo he got to meet you.

Your dog finishes his dinner and proceed to lay on his bed to sleep, maybe he is not feeling well. You put your worry aside and grab your phone again, checking if Jaehyun actually replied your message or called you.

Nothing. No messages, no calls. He must be busy in the office, you thought to yourself. Trying your best to stay calm and think of positive things. You trust Jaehyun, he won’t be home late for any other reasons other than caught up with work or stuck in the road.

Jaehyun sighs and glances on his watch again. It’s already one hour past his regular go home time and his phone battery died the moment he was about to tell you he will be home late.

Well the project he is working on this month has a change on the product launching date, so the team has to rush things up and make sure they’re ready for the launching next week.

His attempt to stay calm with tuning into his favorite radio channel fails. Not even his music playlist can calm him down. He knows you’re probably worried something bad happens to him without news or update from him to you and that is not settling in his heart.

“I am so sorrryyyy..” he mutters to himself when he sees the red lights and rows of cars all crawling in the night street. Why must the road be congested today?

He made it into your neighborhood and at that moment he realized something.

“Shit, I forgot to download the Netflix movie she wanted to watch.” Jaehyun internally curses himself. Works really preoccupied his mind to the point where he forgot. Well he hopes you won’t be mad and just let him download it for awhile to avoid pauses.

The lift ride to your room is not helping. With the lift keeps on stopping on different floor, he has to hold his patience and not cry in there when the door once again opens and he’s still halfway to your floor.

The man with a nice fitted suit finally steps out of the crowded lift. His face shows how tired he is, but the smile he has in his face upon imagining the face of his lover and faithful pal is bright enough.

Jaehyun takes a deep breath when he presses the six-digit combination lock to your home and once he presses the handle down, all of his exhaustion seems to leave his shoulder.

The familiar scent of your favorite aroma therapy candle greets him. Slowly Jaehyun takes off his shoes and when he did not see you or get a surprising jump from you, he knows you’re probably in your room doing works or maybe playing with Neo.

His steps resonate through the room, first the kitchen looks bright with a nice simple dinner nicely arranged on the table. Though it’s no longer steaming, Jaehyun can feel his stomach rumbles.

“(Y/n)?” he calls your name slowly after putting his working bag and suit aside. His hand unties his tie as he uncuffs his buttons and walk to look for you.

“Oh you’re asleep?” he talks to himself in whispers when he finds you laying down sleeping on the sofa with Neo cuddled next to you, despite the lack of space!

Gently he tucks your hair aside from your face and leans in to kiss your forehead. “Sorry for being home late.”

You twist in your sleep and slowly open your eyes. Blinking your sleep away and gathering your energy to process what is this. Is this a dream or is this Jaehyun?

Your hand reach out to touch his cheeks and when you feel it you smile. “Hello love,” you yawn and hug his torso.

“I haven’t showered or changed.” he runs a hand on your hair and the other free hand is already rubbing Neo’s chin.

“It’s okay, you can shower later.” You mumble as you bury your face into his torso.

“Have you eaten?” you ask, definitely knowing he hasn’t eaten yet.

He nods “I am hungry.”

“I can heat the food for you. Take a bath quick.” You push him to the toilet. He laughs and ruffles your hair before leaving to take his towel and clothes.

You bring Neo with you to the kitchen, and start to heat the food again.

Seeing Jaehyun still try his best to smile in front of you despite his stress and tiring job, makes you feel grateful and that the only way you can pay him back is by giving him the attention and cares he deserves.

He returns with a brighter face and a comfortable tee shirt and sweats. You’re done with heating the foods and so you join him sitting on the other end of the table as you scoop him some foods into his plate.

“Thank you, you cooked this?” he asks while taking small bites on the foods. Knowing his best to not expect too much when you are a terrible cook.

You bite your lips “I tried a receipt from Taeyong’s website.” You look up at him with expectations, couldn’t be that bad right? You’ve been practicing for a while. Jaehyun nods and eats more “I guess you improved?” he chuckles when you let out a delightful clap

“I am glad!” you grin. “I am ready to be your housewife.” You tease him.

He giggles and reaches out for more kimchi “Who made this kimchi? So good.”

You roll your eyes “Mom.”

“Ah, learn from her first to make this good kimchi, then you can marry me.” He playfully pokes your cheek and you pout at him “You hold your words. If I succeed making that kimchi, you’re marrying me.”

He flashes his ring finger to you, the one with a couple promise ring he has with you and winks “I am more than ready to change this ring into a diamond one.”

You blush “Keep your words okay. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

He nods “I am. I am going to keep my words. Right Neo? You are our witness.”

The dog barks and stays under the table accompanying the warm night both of you spend together.

“About not replying to your text, I am sorry my phone died, and I don’t bring my charger with me today.” He brushes his hair away from his eyes.

You nod “I knew it, you and your hobby of running out of batteries. I’m just afraid something bad happens.”

“No, don’t worry. It’s just we had to take over time to finish a project for next week. Sorry to keep you waiting.” He raises from the chair and brings his plates to the dish.

You quickly keep the remaining foods into the refrigerator while Jaehyun takes the gloves and starts to wash the sink.

“Ow poor you, did you finish it? Things are okay?” you lean on the counter next to him.

“Yes, I can go home because I finished my parts.”

“Good then,” you pat his shoulder “You must be tired, let’s-“

He cuts you in “About Netflix-“ he takes a sharp pause “I am so sorry we have to postpone watching A Whisker Away, I haven’t downloaded it yet.”

You smile and rubs his shoulder “Don’t worry, the film is not going to disappear! Let’s rest instead. You had a long day and I want to cuddle with you.”

Jaehyun smiles and jumps into your side, he hugs you and pulls the cover over you both “Okay, cuddle it is then! Come here, let me hug you until you beg me to stop.” He peppers you with raspberry kisses on your neck and arm and you giggle loudly.

“love you Jae!” you kiss him quick to which the other man smiles and kisses you back “And I love you most.”

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kyotakumrau · 4 years

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2020.12.16 The World You Live In at Zepp Nagoya, 2nd event report

For this one I was sitting in the last row on the 2nd floor😂 but the view was good, especially when watching the live footage.

This time Takabayashi also joined, he sat on the left, and we again got Die and Toshiya, with Fujieda on the right who again acted as the MC.

F again started the talk with the topic of the show without audience and Ochita. He asked band members about the flow of working on the songs, which to choose, how they decided to go with a song like that for a single. D replied that they make many songs for albums, when they work on the singles they want them to connect somehow, and he thinks they were able to do that.

T: what he said.

(true mastery of short answers aka no answers😂)

Next F again brought the merch items, saying he was wearing Die's mask, he liked it black.

D: it's a mask you can wear easily.

F: (struggling) ne...si...cessity.

D: again.

F: necessity.

(just leave him alone😂)

D: some people might find girls wearing black masks scary, so I added a bright element (to make it easier to wear).

(...but one of them says HURT???😂)

D: Ta(kabayashi), can you say 'necessity'?

Ta: not gonna play this game.

Then they laughed a bit about 'ビッグピックキーホルダー・biggu pikku・big pick'

T: which colour is the rare one?

F: I think they're all same.

T: how can you use it?

F: attach it to your bag etc I guess? You should know as a producer!

T: I guess I will use it as my pick at our next show.

F also brought items produced by other members, handing Shinya's bottle to T.

F: S also posted video promoting it on his instagram. It's really tiny.

T: how many of those I can drink in one day? (?)

D: but it is a perfect size for a bag.

Then F handed the pouch produced by Kaoru to D.

D: I guess masks can fit in, pick keychains can fit in, bottle can fit in, anything can fit in. 😂

F: there are 5 different merch items,please get them all.

After this it was time for the questions submitted by fans again.

D: ok, got one, from Kumi-san...

F: Tommy-san?

D: what? Why would you bring the boss up? It's from Kumi-san from Kagawa. 'please tell us your memory from Kagawa'.

F: we went there on tour last September.

D: Takamatsu, right? I remember I was watching TV at the hotel, not going for dinner... ah no, I got a take out, chicken, a big one, I was eating it alone.

F: what about you, T?

T: hmmm, I guess udon?

F: you eat udon a lot.

T: I eat everything. It was good then.

F told a story about playing around when waiting for band members to get ready to leave (Kaoru), he imitated Shinya playing drums. He said it was very embarrassing so he remembers it very clearly. Did S upload a video of that on his Channel?

T: 'please tell us your good and bad points of Fujieda'. He can eat anything, everything tastes good for him? As for bad points, everything tasted good for him?

(everyone laughed)

D joked that instead of getting 'good point' (like a grade at school) he has more 'passable points'.

D: 'can you tell us about your outfits today? I noticed that Toshiya's socks are very cute!'

T got surprised people noticed something like that, his red socks. F said that most likely a fan who attended the 1st slot noticed and sent that question.

T: I received them, they are just red checkered socks.

Ta: 'what kind of bath salts do you use?'

D: recently I don't use any (then he joked about the smell of old guys at the gym?)

T: I don't really use it.

They teased F for playing with the foam in the bath.

Then D talked about some gel type bath Kaoru recommended him, at Fukuoka during the tour in the past (?)

Ta commented that when hot the water in Tokyo smells. Water in the countryside like Nagano is better quality.

F: 'what song did you listen to the most during pandemic? It can be an artist.'

D: Kimetsu one?

F: 'Kousui' is also played everywhere.

they also said they listen to dir songs. D said he listens to the setlists from the audiostreams and T and he joked a lot about not remembering some of the older songs, like 'we made this??'😂 they also talked about the flow of songs.

T: 'how did you decide the members for each venue?'

Ta: I thought about many factors before deciding.

F: basically Ta decided it.

Ta: I thought about who should go where, who to pair together, about who went to which event in the past.

D: I remember we had some event at a department store in Nagoya.

T: at Parco, there was a signing event at Tower Records. At the same time there was an event I liked? ...no one knows it? Sorry, I guess you're all too young, there's a generation gap here.

😂

T: 'do you have any plans for shows next year?'

They explained that the situation is not looking good and shows have big chance being postponed.

F: but we are thinking about the things we can do. But those two people definitely want to play a concert.

T: this many people are waiting so we have to.

D talked about getting out of Tokyo and ??

Ta: 'it suddenly got really cold. Could you tell us any stories about snow or cold weather?' (he added joking) Nagano stories?

T: you think you're funny.

F: but I love oyaki (it's famous in Nagano stuffed dumpling, grilled).

T: I saw a cockroach for the first time only when I went to Tokyo and then Kyoto. Nagano is too cold for them.

F: Hakkaido too.

(Toshiya, I really feel ya, I've only encountered roaches after I came to Japan💀)

they talked about fighting with them, D used something to immobilize them (???)

T: they are so big. When we filmed Clever Sleazoid video I just stepped on one.

F (laughing): went 'kyaaaa' and stepped on it!

T also talked about the old story when they just started a band and they came to Nagano to meet T, there was a lot of snow then and all band members got super excited because of it, starting to play in snow. T's mother took a photo of them, that photo is still at T's home at Nagano.

F: who was driving then?

T: Aki-san, from the previous company.

D: I didn't know it gets all snowy like that.

Then they talked about old simple phones without cameras and cameras they used, heavy bricks.

T: sorry, generation gap again.

F: what happened to the 'cold' topic? Why roaches???

Ta: we can do 2 more questions.

T: F, why did you ???

F told us a story about almost being in a traffic accident on a highway driving from Nagoya when suddenly their tyre got a hole, but thanks to his super special technique he could stop the car.

D: how long was this whole situation?

F: one minute. Thanks to my special technique.

they also talked about Shinya driving😂

Next, T: 'why did F use a name Rei with ShibireBajiru (band where F's played drums)? Question from Toshiya from Tokyo'

😂

But F's explanation was about the image names have and that Rei has a strong image. About which T and D teased him a lot.

As the last question they talked about alarm clocks, 'can you wake up without alarm clock?'

D: recently I can.

T: I can wake up when I can wake up.

F: ...so when you can't you can't?

T: ...(be quiet you)

D: so what time do you wake up?

T: 4 or 5, then I work.

D wakes up around 6~7

Extra question, F: 'what's your fav nabe (hot pot)?'

D: nabe?

F: for me it's motsunabe (offal hot pot). That place in Fukuoka.

T: you prefer miso type? Or soy sauce?

F: in the past Shinya gave me a very firm 'I don't need any of the miso one', he was so angry about food😂

F talked about the additional event online again and the announced video with virtual characters the previous day. Filming was done a bit earlier.

T: it was unexpectedly fun.

F: let's spend New Year Eve together.

Last comments.

Die: thanks for comming to the event, especially in such a cold weather. This was a safe way, the situation is not good, we can't hold shows at the moment, we want to make songs and work on the next album.

Toshiya: thank you for coming on a cold day. I'd like to say what I want, but it's hard because of this situation. The band is searching for the things we can do. Please wait for us. Next year, I want to stand on the stage in front of you (at a concert).

D asked T for the red version of the pick to take photo with it. He took it to his spot at kamite area, adding 'next year I will use it'.

(Die mobile members probably will get to enjoy that photo?)

#dir en grey #the world you live in #die #toshiya #zepp nagoya #fujieda #takabayashi

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doctorguilty · 3 years

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Neg-ish

Depressed today because it's been winter weather the last several days (below freezing .. snowed yesterday) and some stuff is happening causing me to vividly relive some trauma...

Also at the point where sustaining myself on pizza rolls and instant Ramen is feeling pretty bad, I miss having an income to buy whatever I want to eat without it hurting my bank account q_q (disclaimer my roommates share ingredients too cook for everyone and ofc have no problem helping me get what I need even for myself but they're on a budget too so yknow I don't want to give the wrong idea they only help me when it's for them .. we all do the best we can)

Next time I talk to my therapist I'm gonna ask if he could possibly help me apply for disability? I think I meet all eligibility for Oregon if I can get documents proving I cannot work, which, my therapist has long heard about my work experience and I truly don't feel mentally or physically capable of performing a full time job currently so .. might have a chance

Problem is that's always an uphill battle in court even if you absolutely qualify and the waiting process can be anywhere up to a year @_@

I love where I live now and I don't regret moving to Oregon but.. obviously I did not expect a global pandemic just months after moving so .... things really didn't uh go as I planned and had I been still in Connecticut when it started, I would have postponed it all, for better or worse

#seth speaks #d0nt rebl0g

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pocket-luv101 · 4 years

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First Impressions // Chapter 3

Fandom: Servamp Ship: LawLicht (main), KuroMahi (side), Tetsono (side), Jekuni (side) Characters: Hyde, Licht, Kuro, Mahiru

Summary: After Licht meets the wealthy bachelor, Hyde, she was certain that she could never be friends with him. Their paths continues to cross and she slowly comes to know him. Licht wonders if she judged him too quickly. (LawLicht, Pride and Prejudice AU, Fem Licht)

Ch.1 // Ch.2 // (Ch.3) //

Mikuni didn’t bother to knock on Misono’s bedroom door before she entered. The room was dark but she had to note that smoke lingered over the candle as if the fire was recently doused. She turned away from the candle and looked to her sisters sleeping on the floor of Misono’s room. The sight reminded her of their childhood where they would make forts and tents to camp on the ground.

She could easily conclude that her sisters were pretending to sleep so they wouldn’t have to start their morning chores. The sun was only beginning to rise so Mikuni didn’t see a reason to wake them. The amber hue of sunrise was tainted with grey rain clouds. They had time before the rooster would wake the town. She knelt next to her sisters and adjusted the blanket over them. Her eyes fell onto the book next to Licht’s pillow, A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

When they returned from the party, Mahiru suggested the sisters sleep in the same room and read the play Licht had brought for Misono. Mikuni knew that the suggestion was to lift Misono’s spirits after their mother’s hurtful words so Mikuni agreed. Her only condition was for them to sleep before midnight because they needed to wake early to care for the horses.

She had to finish the bookkeeping for the night so she told them to sleep first. Since they attended the ball, Mikuni stayed up later than she usually would. She was disappointed that she fell asleep in her office and missed the sleepover with her sisters. She placed the play on the desk and lit the candle again. “I know you’re merely pretending to be asleep, Ladies. While I was walking down the hall, I could hear you three reading the play. It’s not good for your eyesight to read in the dark.”

“Then we shall switch from reading the play to discuss our new neighbours? Licht told us that Hyde was the one to suggest the comedy.” Misono said and gestured for Mikuni to lay down with them. Despite how Mikuni knew it would be more responsible to start the day, she settled onto a pillow instead. “Perhaps we shall see them if we go to the theater. Mahiru will have the opportunity to speak with Kuro again.”

“Mother has voiced her approval of them due to their wealth but I dare say we must protect each other from them. We cannot trust them. Hyde called Mahiru mad when she is clearly an angel! He also bribed the mayor to sneak into the library.” Even as she spoke, Licht thought of her talk with Hyde earlier that night. She rolled onto her stomach and stared out the window to Hanafield manor in the morning light. “There is also their brother who lives in the town under a false name. Who do you think he is?”

“Kuro said his brother has his reasons to hide their family name. We shouldn’t pry. They aren’t a traditional noble family but we shouldn’t judge them. Our peers would say we’re far from conventional women and we know how hurtful it is to be called such.” Mahiru reminded them. The four sisters each had their own passion and they wanted to do more with their skills than call it a hobby. “People are far too complex to judge who they are after only one meeting.”

Mahiru thought of Kuro and pulled her blanket to her lips to hide her grin. She was certain her sisters would tease her for the budding crush. “At first glance, Kuro appears to be the perfect lord with how handsome he is. He can’t dance though. He stepped on my feet several times but his effort was so earnest and charming that I accepted another dance when he asked. I’ve never danced so much in a night.”

“All the mothers at the ball must’ve been jealous of you for catching Lord Ash’s fancy. I’m certain he spent half the night dancing with you. The rest of the night, he spent smiling at you. I would venture to say he’s smitten with you, Mahiru.” Mikuni laughed.

Heavy knocks pounded on the wall and it startled them. Licht instinctively placed her hand on Misono’s shoulder to protect her younger sister. She relaxed when Sakura’s voice travelled through the wall. “I’m trying to sleep! Quiet down!”

“Sakura does have a point. It’ll be better to continue our conversation while we do the morning chores. We won’t be bothering the ones still asleep.” Mahiru said and sat up. “We can’t waste the morning. The stable hands will come soon and I want to make something warm for them to eat. Will you help me, Misono? You can give something special to Tetsu.”

“What? Why would you mention Tetsu specifically in such a way? I don’t have any feelings for him.” Misono insisted with a bright blush.

“Oh, don’t be so upset. Mahiru is teasing you about your crush on Tetsu because you brought up her crush on Kuro earlier.” Mikuni laughed when both of her sisters tried to deny her feelings. She stood and placed the pillows back onto the bed. They cleaned the room and Licht’s eyes fell onto the play Hyde gave her. She made a note to herself to return the book to the library.

She wondered if she would see him once again since he appeared to enjoy reading. Hyde’s teasing grin from the day they met contradicted the soft smile he had at the library. He had heard their mother insult Misono and intended to ask her to dance. She didn’t know if he was motivated by pity or compassion. But the thoughtfulness in his red eyes made her heart stumble for a reason she couldn’t need. Licht cared for her sister and she was happy to see someone treat them kindly.

She didn’t know why she couldn’t stop picturing his face. Licht pulled her thoughts away from the man and she followed her sisters out the door. They went through their morning routine. Their family’s wealth was modest so they couldn’t afford a robust staff to care for the house. The sisters loved the aging building and they would help the staff maintain the home of their memories.

There was a knock on the front door and Licht glanced at the time. It was far too early for their stable hands to arrive and they would usually knock on the back door. Licht answered the door but she didn’t recognize the man on the other side. He bowed politely to her and held out a letter. “Good morning. I am the footman for the Servamps and they asked me to deliver you this invitation.”

“Thank you.” Licht was surprised by the invitation but she took the letter into her hand. She closed the door and she carried the letter to her sisters. She tore off the seal and opened it to skim the words. Mikuni was the first one to notice her reading.

“What is that?” Mikuni asked and looked over her shoulder. “The Servamps are inviting us to morning tea? I didn’t think we had made such a good impression on them to do such. The letter names all of us but my intuition tells me that this is clearly meant for Mahiru. The letter mentions that it was a pleasure to dance and she was the only one to dance with a Servamp.”

“I would love to have tea with the family.” Mahiru took the letter and searched for the line Mikuni mentioned. She smiled to herself once she found it. Then, she folded the letter and placed it on the counter. “But we will be far too busy to pay them a visit. I need to work with the staff to plan for Haruto’s visit next week. Mikuni will be too occupied with the family business to do so.”

“I’m sure Misono can handle the horses while I arrange everything for our cousin.” Mikuni waved away her protest. “Misono has been working with me and the family business for a year now and she can handle it for the day. If you want to go, you can without worrying about us. Do you want to attend the morning tea as well, Licht?”

“Since we went to the party last night, I wasn’t able to practise my piano like I usually would. I planned to compensate for that time by practising an extra two hours today.” Licht could see how excited Mahiru was by the invitation and added: “I would go to protect Mahiru from that demon but his siblings will be there. She should be safe having tea with them.”

“Thank you.” Mahiru beamed a smile at her sisters and held the letter close to her chest. “We would sneak into Hanafield’s garden and play. This will be my first time inside the manor. I will ask them to invite you three another time so you can see it as well. I’m so excited. Oh, we should tell mother and have the carriage prepared before the rain starts.”

Mahiru placed the letter in her pocket as she left the kitchen to tell their mother. She quickly found her in the drawing room and she sat across from her. “Mother, I have been invited to have morning tea. May I take the carriage to visit them? They live next to us but the distance is too far to walk.”

“I have already promised Sakura that we would take the carriage to town and watch the officers enter town. There shall be a parade! She’s so excited to meet a soldier and I hope the weather doesn’t postpone the parade.” Her mother took Mahiru’s hand and patted it gently. She didn’t feel her mother’s warmth after she said: “We have thirty horses and you can ride one to visit your friend for tea. I need the carriage.”

“I understand, Mother.” Mahiru nodded to her. She told herself to look forward to having tea with the Servamps and the opportunity to speak with Kuro again.

“Is this the file that you were looking for, Misono?” Licht asked and held out the folder to her. While she wasn’t as business minded like Mikuni, she did her best to help when Misono asked for her assistance. Mikuni said she trusted her with the family’s business but she felt a little uncertain. She was happy to have Licht’s support. “Perhaps I can bring the piano into the office to play a song to motivate you.”

“You’re a strong angel but I doubt you can carry the pianoforte up the stairs. Even if you did, you’ll leave drag marks on the ground and Mahiru will scream the moment she sees that.” They laughed as they pictured Mahiru’s reaction. She glanced out the window and she noted how heavy the rain had become. “Mahiru hasn’t returned from morning tea yet. Do you think the mud has slowed the carriage?”

As if to answer their question, Mikuni entered the room clutching a letter. Licht immediately knew that something was amiss by her pale face. “The Servamps sent us a message. Mahiru has fallen sick with a cold. She rode a horse to their manor and it started to rain during the last mile of the journey. They’re treating her cold but the doctor says it might take the night for her to recover.”

“Mahiru should know better than to ride a horse in this weather. What on earth would persuade her to do so?” Licht took the letter from her sister. She knew Mikuni would never lie about Mahiru’s condition but she was in disbelief. She wanted to immediately go to the Servamp’s manor to see her condition and to ensure that she was being treated well. In the back of her mind, she was reminded that Misono needed her help with the family business. She loved both of her sisters.

Licht turned to Misono and there was an understanding between them without speaking. “You should go, Licht. I’m worried about Mahiru as well and I’ll feel better if one of us was there with her. Mikuni and I will stay here to deal with the family affairs. We’ll go to Hanafield once we complete the work here.”

“I’ll send you a more detailed letter about Mahiru’s condition the moment I see her.” Licht promised.

She gripped the letter in her fist as she ran down the stairs, taking two steps at a time. Licht only stopped to put on a coat and her bonnet. In the corner of her eyes, she saw her mother step into the foyer. She thought her mother may question why she would run into the rain. She rushed to explain as she tied the ribbons of her bonnet.

“Mahiru has fallen sick from riding in the rain and I must go to her bedside. She is being cared for by the Servamps since they planned to have tea together.” Licht slipped her feet into her boots without lacing them, worried that Mahiru’s condition could worsen if she dawdled for even a moment. “I will ride Pegasus so there’s no need to prepare the carriage.”

“The morning tea was with the Servamps? If I knew, I would’ve allowed her to take the carriage and have her bring Sakura with her. That would’ve been the perfect opportunity for her to impress the family.” Her mother sighed and Licht bit her tongue. “Sakura will be so upset with Mahiru for not telling her. She was already disappointed that we couldn’t take the carriage into town due to this rain.”

“Your daughter has fallen ill yet you speak of the feelings of Sakura’s alone? You have more than one daughter, Mother! Hell, Mahiru has been more of a mother to your daughters and she’s the third oldest of us. You would match us with husbands in exchange for dresses and Father will do the same for money to gamble.” Her worry for Mahiru caused her frustration to boil until she couldn’t contain it. Licht’s yells could be heard throughout the house. She didn’t bother to listen to her mother’s reply before she stormed out the door.

Hyde stood on the perron staircase behind the manor and he was protected from the rain by the canopy above his head. He took a long drag of his cigarette and blew out the smoke. He could see the creek past their garden and he recalled his first meeting with Licht. Their footman sent the family a letter to inform them that Mahiru became sick in the rain.

Sharp blue eyes played on his mind and he pondered if Licht would visit them to see her sister. She threw her shoe at him for insulting Mahiru and yelled at her mother for hurting Misono’s feelings. It was easy to see that she cared more for her sisters than how society saw her. Hyde couldn’t help but respect her passion and conviction.

He put out his cigarette in the ashtray sitting on the stair rail. Hyde intended to return into the warmth of the manor but something past the creek caught his attention. The person was too far for him to know who the rider was but he could see that they were riding towards the creek. He stepped into the rain and walked down the stone staircase.

The creek was only a short walk from Hanafield’s garden so he was able to reach the water with a light jog. On the other side of the creek, the horse continued to sprint towards the water but the rider made no move to slow down. Hyde tried to call out to the person to stop but his voice was drowned out by the rain striking the creek.

His eyes widened when the horse leapt over the creek and landed a few feet next to him. Hyde pulled himself out of his shock and he grabbed the horse’s reins to force it to stop. He shouted up at the rider: “Are you mad to perform such a dangerous jump in this rain?”

“Let go of me, Demon! I need to see my sister.” Hyde recognized Licht’s voice only a moment before she kicked him. Their screams scared her horse and the animal instinctively rose onto its hindlegs. She was thrown from the saddle and she braced herself from the impact with the ground. Instead, she found herself in warm arms when Hyde caught her.

“Are you okay, Angel Cakes?” Hyde asked. His heart was still racing and he didn’t know which of them was more startled. He looked down at her in his arms and the first thing he noticed was the tears staining her cheeks. He assumed that they were caused by worry for her sister and he wanted to reassure her. Before he could, Licht pushed lightly on his chest.

He placed her on the ground and Licht moved in front of the horse. With a simple hand on the horse’s muzzle, it became calm. Licht spoke to the horse in a soft voice and he was surprised by how lulling it was. “It’s okay, Pegasus. I was upset but I shouldn’t have rode so recklessly in the rain. When we return home, I will brush you and give you apples.”

“Our staff can care for your steed.” Hyde offered. He took off his jacket and held it over her head so she would be sheltered from the rain. The hem of her dress was coated in mud and her hair was dishevelled from the ride. Yet, she was still beautiful with her sharp blue eyes. “Your sister is well. The doctor said she only needs rest to recover.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” Licht relaxed and stroked her horse’s mane. “Thank you for taking care of my sister and offering to help my horse. I want to see Mahiru right away.”

“I’ll walk you to the guest room where she’s sleeping.” He nodded. Hyde wanted to ask why she appeared so upset earlier but he didn’t know if it was his place to do so. He changed the subject and said, “I’ll have the staff prepare a towel and warm tea for you. We wouldn’t want you to catch a cold as well. Anyways, I owe you a dress after I ruined the one you wore to the ball.”

“You’re housing my sister while she’s sick. We can consider ourselves even.” She said and looked up at him. He held his jacket over her head and she felt surrounded by warmth.

#servamp #lawlicht #kuromahi #tetsono #servamp hyde #licht jekylland todoroki #mahiru shirota #mikuni alicein #misono alicein #fanfiction #fem licht #fem eves

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cotton-myeon · 4 years

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안녕 (Hello)

Originally posted on asianfanfics.

A short side-story / sequel to Been Through.

Genre: non-idol!AU, chaebol!AU, slight angst, drama, slice of life, friendship, slight romance

Characters: OC (Choi Seoyeon), Kim Junmyeon (Suho), Bae Joohyun (Irene), and others.

Summary: What had happened cannot be undone, but the least she could do was to hope that he was doing well.

A/N: This is actually a short sequel/side-story of another story I've posted in asianfanfics. This is my first time trying to post here, that's why I've decided to post this oneshot first... Oh and this story can stand by itself too, so it's not that necessary to read on the first main story; although it would give you a better understanding of some things that are mentioned here. And yes, this story is somewhat inspired by the lyrics of CHEN's song of the same title; 안녕 (Hello).

“Ah, it’s going to rain,” I mumbled to myself as I heard the echo of thunder upon stepping out of my en-suite bathroom. I stepped closer to the window while rubbing my wet hair with my towel- I did have a hairdryer, but I often just let my hair dry naturally instead of using technology. I glanced up into the gloomy sky- there was no single hint of sunlight seen no matter where I looked even though it was only around noon, so I suppose it would be raining for the whole day. I pursed my lips, somehow not liking the gloomy mood that was brought along with the grey sky. It just made me lazy to go out and all I wanted to do was curl up in my bed while watching Netflix or YouTube. Unfortunately, I already had plans for today. I would cancel them if I could, but the plan was long overdue, and postponing it even further would just make it seem that I was avoiding this meeting- which I really was, but running away could only last for a limited time before the problem return to bite us back. Just in time, my phone rang and diverted my attention from the bad weather. My lips were automatically tilted up in a smile upon reading the name of the caller that was shown on the screen.

“Hello~” I answered with a singsong and proceeded to sit on the edge of my bed while still facing the huge window. The other line chuckled a bit, “You know, if I don’t know any better, I would’ve thought that you’re really excited for today,” he teased me, knowing full well of how I was really feeling. “Ha,” I deadpanned with a roll of my eyes that made him chuckle again. ��Did you just finish the meeting?” I asked when I heard some faint voices that seemed to greet him on the background. He hummed in reply, “Yeah, and I’m heading back to my office now.” My brows furrowed when I heard his answer while glancing at the clock, “Your office? Are you not going out for lunch?” I frowned. Our conversation was halted for a moment as he called out to his cousin. “Unfortunately no,” he continued after a few seconds, “I have quite a lot of documents to catch up, so Jongdae and I will order take-outs.” The said male was heard just a second after, “Hi Seoyeon!”

“Hi Oppa!” I replied, knowing that they were probably in the President’s office right now and I was on loudspeaker, or Jongdae would not have greeted me casually like that. “So, Hyung told me that you’re finally meeting her today?” he asked me. I nodded my head in reply, before realizing that we were not on a video call. “Yeah, you can say that,” I hummed. “I can’t exactly avoid this forever, you know, and we all know that we need to talk about what happened,” I told them. “That’s true,” it was Jongdae’s turn to hum, “Now I’ll go order Hyung and my lunches first, I hope everything will turn out well Yeon-ah, see you!” he bade goodbye and I heard a faint slam of the door.

“Are you still nervous?” the owner of the phone asked. I released a sigh unconsciously, “Sort of,” I shrugged my shoulders. “I mean, I’m not nervous about meeting her, because we’ve chatted each other a few times even after it happened,” I started, “But I’m more afraid of what we will talk about- I’m honestly not ready to talk about it,” I confessed what was on my mind. Like what I told Jongdae, we were all aware that I needed to talk what happened some time ago with the parties involved, but it did not exactly mean that I was ready to do so. It was not like I was still hooked up and were not able to move on- I had completely moved on and was happy with my life; but some things were lost along the way, and those were the things that I regretted the most and wished to be able to retain again.

“I’m sure it will all be alright,” he told me softly, “The talk won’t be that pleasant, but it will be better for both you and Joohyun to lay everything out in the open- to lift off that unsaid tension between the two of you,” he continued. I chewed on my lips, “I know, Oppa...” There was no other way but to talk it out, really, or my friendship with Bae Joohyun would diminish to nothing one day. It was one or the other, and there were no other options. “If only you’re here right now,” I mumbled loud enough for him to hear, suddenly craving for his soft pats on my head or hugs that had been comforting me for these past years. He chuckled lightly at my remark, knowing well that we were both thinking of the same thing.

“Then how about this,” he started, “Call me when you’re done; I’ll pick you up, and we can do whatever you want to do.” I did not need to think twice at the offer, “Call!” I would certainly need his comfort after the emotional moment that most probably would happen in less than an hour. “I’ll try to finish around 5PM, so you don’t have to wait too long,” I told him. “No worries, I can do some more paperwork in the office if you finish later than you think,” he replied. “Just call me when you’re done, Yeon-ah.” I could imagine his soft smile, and it somewhat made my lips tugged upward a bit too, “Yeah, see you later,” I bade him goodbye. “See you,” and we hung up the call.

As if it were perfectly timed, a knock was heard on my door, and it was opened before I could reply. “Hey, you’re ready to go?” my brother’s head popped up from behind the door. “Yeah,” I took my handbag and went out together with him. “Right, what time do you want me to pick you up?” he asked as we walked down the hallway to the direction of the stairs. I gave a teasing glance at him, “What, you prioritize me over your girlfriend? Wen-eonni will get jealous~” I sing-sang. He rolled his eyes at that, “Oh please, we both know that she might dump me instead if I make her favorite little sister wait for her unpunctual brother,” he grumbled and gave me a stink eye. I smirked at that, aware that what my brother had just said was sort-of true. Even if she was his girlfriend, Liu Wen had always told my brother to prioritize family first, no matter what. She had scolded him once when my brother was late from the promised time to pick me up for hanging out when he visited me last year. My brother wanted to introduce me to his new girlfriend then, and so he picked her up first before me, belatedly realizing that she was staying on the other side of the city, resulting in a slight tardiness when picking me up. I did not mind it, but apparently Wen did, surprisingly.

“It’s fine Oppa, no need to pick me up,” I answered his question. “Junmyeon-oppa will do that, and we’ll probably go get ice cream first or something, before he drives me home,” I added before he could bombard me. He nodded knowingly, “Right, you’ll need your comfort food.” I simply hummed in reply. “Well if you say so,” he shrugged, “Let’s go- as much as Wen doesn’t mind if I’m late because of family, I still don’t want to be late, and I believe you don’t want to make Joohyun wait too.”

“Of course, Kim Jongin and his magic hand,” I snorted at the story Joohyun just told me. Apparently the two of them and their big families had a family gathering a month ago in Jongin’s family’s house. Just like any typical big family gathering, the younger generation stayed up until late and had some fun together, and they decided to do a singing competition that night, or the karaoke machine they bought would have no use, as Kim Heechul said. They all had fun singing and dancing along to the songs until Jongin’s fifth round of singing came. No one knew how exactly it happened, and even Jongin himself was shellshocked, but in the middle of his singing, the microphone head suddenly fell off and rolled down on the floor, leaving only the handle on Jongin’s hand. Everyone laughed at the incident except for an embarrassed Jongin who decided to call it a night.

“Magic hand indeed,” Joohyun snickered and took a sip of her drink. I mirrored her action, blowing on my steaming caramel macchiato before sipping on it. We were currently sitting in Lusso Barista Lab in Cheongdam-dong to enjoy the rest of the time we had, right after having late lunch in a French restaurant nearby. The time we spent so far today was weirdly awkward for me, and I could see from her body language that she was feeling the same. Never have I thought that this kind of discomfiture would happen between us, but then again, shit had gone down the hill and everything changed. Both of us eventually found our way back and somehow managed to salvage the almost broken string of friendship after some time, but like what Junmyeon said earlier, there was still this unsaid tension between us two- one that had not been and needed to be addressed properly.

“So,” I put my cup down, desperate to diminish the tension in the air, “Shin Seungho, huh?” I asked her with a smile. Joohyun’s cheeks turned a little bit red as she coughed lightly and put her cup down too, not expecting that kind of question to be asked. “How did you meet him?” I wondered as I leaned back on my seat. “He was a classmate in junior high, actually, but we lost contact after graduation, and only met again at the school reunion last year,” she told me, “And well, we’re just going with the flow from there,” she shrugged. I wondered briefly if I should ask the question that was on the tip of my tongue, but I suppose it could be a topic opener, somehow. “Oh? Last year?” I tilted my head, “Was it before or after Sehun?”

I saw how she froze up for a second before taking a deep breath, most likely realizing that there was no other way around the topic- one way or another, we would talk about Oh Sehun, and it was probably better sooner than later. I did not know for sure how they ended their relationship, as all I know was that they parted ways only after around a year together. I had somewhat reconciled with Joohyun when their broke-up happened, but just like now, the topic of Oh Sehun was a taboo at that time. We had never mentioned his name, until what I did just now.

“I suppose it was somewhere... in between?” she answered after a while. Now that answer surprised me, because Joohyun only told me that they were done when we were calling each other one day, but she did not sound sad at all and so I simply assumed that they ended things on good terms. That time was the only time that we had a talk about Oh Sehun, after what happened almost two years ago until today. But with the way she thought and carefully answered me just now, it probably did not end well.

And I suppose the question was visible on my face, because Joohyun knew what to say next. “We can’t avoid this topic forever, so might as well,” she quirked up a smile before looking down at her cup of Caffe Latte. “We got along just fine at first, but along the way... we figured that our personalities don’t really match with each other, and that was the main reason we broke up,” she started. I raised a brow at that, “Wait up, wasn’t it because he was going to study abroad for Master’s, but he didn’t want to make you wait with uncertainty and he didn’t think you would survive the long-distance relationship?” I blinked my eyes in confusion because that was what Joohyun told me back then.

“That was one of the reasons- that was the start, somehow,” she grimaced. “I only told you about it after we were sure that things really had ended, but it actually happened right in between our birthdays,” she grinned sheepishly. I recalled the time she told me about it, “After three months?” She nodded her head, “Yeah, that was when we had completely ended things,” she took another sip of her latte. “He was driving me back home one day around a week after my birthday when he suddenly told me what I told you,” she started again, “I was surprised when he sounded like he wanted to just give up like that, because we never know how it will turn out until we try, right? I mean, it might actually work well.” I hummed, “So you told him you wanted to try the long-distance relationship?” She nodded her head, “Of course, but he seemed somewhat reluctant, and we just started drifting apart after that...” she trailed off.

“Personally, it was not a big thing, and I told him that we can think about it when the time comes. Because even though his grandparents told him so, it’s still possible that he won’t follow through it and continued his Master’s in Korea, right?” I nodded my head at her. “But he just... I don’t know,” she shrugged, “He probably thought there was no other way round, and he told me that he didn’t want to make me wait or even try long-distance relationship...” she looked out the window and sighed. I did the same, and the sight of gloomy sky and pouring rain reminded me of a certain rainy night. “He was probably afraid that your relationship will end up like his and Yoo Aeri’s- you know her, right?” I wondered. Joohyun nodded her head hesitantly, “But he only told me a little about her, so I’m not exactly sure what do you mean by whatever you just said,” she furrowed her brows.

“Well,” I leaned back on my seat, “Do you remember when I went to the UK for that student exchange program?” My question was answered with a nod of her head. “Well he also took the exchange program, but he went to the US instead,” I continued. “He was still dating Aeri at that time, and while we don’t really talk about his relationship with Aeri, on the other hand, Aeri talked about it with me. She didn’t tell me specifically on what the causes were, but they argued and fought a lot during the time Sehun was away,” I paused to take a sip of my drink. “I heard things got a little bit better after he came back to Korea, but I suppose it was just not the same anymore, and they broke up not too long after that, right when the three of us had just started our internships.”

I took another sip of my caramel macchiato and let the story sank on Joohyun’s mind. There was actually another thing that triggered Oh Sehun and Yoo Aeri’s break-up; a very important and fatal reason that I only discovered not long after I went away for my Master’s in the US. Aeri herself told me about it, because she had somehow heard about what happened to my... friendship, with Sehun. I was surprised when she asked me about it, but at the same time it should not be; we were classmates after all. But it was Aeri and Sehun’s business- not mine, so I as much as I knew the details, it was not my place to share them with Joohyun.

“I see,” Joohyun commented after absorbing the words I just told her. “It probably left a trauma of some sorts, in a way or another- but I still don’t see why he didn’t even try to... I don’t know, argue with them to stay here? I mean, Korea has good Business Schools too, and look what happens now, he’s staying after all,” she pursed her lips. I could only shrug at that- it was Sehun’s story to tell, not mine. “So, what happened after that?” I asked to remind her of the original story we were talking about.

“Right, well, like I said, I didn’t think it was a huge argument, so I just continued as per usual, and started planning a surprise for his birthday that was happening the next week- I thought it might cheer him up,” she started again, “So on the night before his birthday, I asked on whether he was home or not, and he said yes, but he was very sleepy because he was replacing his father for several meetings that day. I told him to not sleep first, because I want to call him when midnight strike, and he said ok.” Somehow, I could guess what was happening, “Did he sleep on you?” Joohyun did not give a verbal answer, but the big sigh she released was enough for me.

“I wasn’t planning to only call him, you know, it was just a reason I told him so that he wouldn’t sleep,” she told me. “I already bought a cake, some balloons and banners too, so to say, and I decorated the back of my car with them to surprise him- I know it’s cliché like dramas, but don’t laugh,” she squinted her eyes at me, and I snickered instead of laughing out loud. It was very cliché indeed- and as much as I tried to keep it in, she probably saw right through my twinkling eyes that I found what she was doing was very amusing to me. “Anyway, I arrived at his house exactly at midnight, so I called him to get him out of the house to surprise him,” she paused, “But he fell asleep, because I kept on calling him and waited for an hour, and he didn’t answer me,” she blew a raspberry, probably reminiscing the frustration she felt on that day.

“So I went home, after texting him that I was waiting for him but he fell asleep- I was trying to tell him that I was frustrated, especially because I told him to wait but he didn’t; but guess what did he text me the first thing when morning came?” A bitter smile was seen on her lips as she looked away from me, and I could only guess that Oh Sehun did something that no one thought would be possible. “He asked me what was I doing in the middle of the night coming to his house, and even said that he said that he was already sleepy that’s why he slept,” Joohyun looked away and out to the window. I could only blink my eyes, not exactly believing what I had just heard.

“It just became obvious to me then, that he gave up on our relationship just like that without trying to spend a single energy to fight for what he really wanted- and so I gave up too,” she looked at me with glossy eyes. “Things started to fell even below from then on, but we had never... officially break-up until a few months later,” she leaned back on her seat. “And it was in that period full of miscommunication and silent anger that the reunion happened, and I met Seungho,” she ended her story.

I leaned my chin on the palm of my hand that rested on the armchair’s arm, “I didn’t know it was that... bad,” I pursed my lips, “And I definitely didn’t think he would do that,” I added. Joohyun nodded her head, “Exactly! I mean... he even flew all the way to Boston, remember?” she bit her lips and looked at me, carefully watching my reaction to her statement. I hummed and smiled sadly at that particular memory, “Yeah, he did,” I nodded my head. “That’s why when he said that, I knew that he just... wanted to stop,” she sighed. “After all, I believe that a relationship- any kind of relationship, will work only if both parties put efforts, not just one,” she looked out to the window. I did the same to observe the seemingly endless rain and hummed in agreement, “Yeah, because if not... it will only burn out the one party who puts effort.”

“Hyung, Noona! Over here!” the male sitting in front of me exclaimed as he raised a hand to wave at whoever it was by the door. I, on the other hand, was not expecting more people to join us, so I squinted my eyes accusingly to him when I recognized the two familiar faces who were striding to our seat. “What, is this turning into a triple-date now?” I scrunched my nose. He turned around to face me again and shrugged, “It’s the first time all six of us are in the same country and not busy, and it might be another while before all of us can get together like this again.” He was right, but I pouted nonetheless. “But I wanted it to be just the two of us,” I whined at him. “Sure, whatever,” he rolled his eyes at that, fully aware that I did not mind the triple-date- I was elated, even. But still, I rebelled a little and threw a napkin at him, to which he simply laughed it off.

Like what I predicted, my talk with Joohyun finished after 5PM, but it was just in time for dinner. And as promised, Junmyeon picked me up when I was done, and we went straight to get a simple dinner of tteokbokki and gimbab at a small restaurant nearby- because Junmyeon was craving for it, and we were going to have desserts later on, so we opted to eat little. What I did not know though, was he invited both his cousin and my sister to eat with us, when I actually expected to be alone with him because I needed the comfort from the heavy talk with Joohyun earlier. Of course I did not mind the company, but I was surprised because he did not mention about them joining us at all. And more so now when my brother and his girlfriend also joined us, when we had moved to Sulbing for desserts.

“Hey Yeon, Junmyeon,” my brother bro-hugged my boyfriend, while I hugged his girlfriend with a squeal. It has been quite a while since I last saw Liu Wen- the first time even, since I returned to Korea two months ago. “Oppa, Eonni, you both better go order first,” I told the two newcomers who were shrugging off their coats and put them on their seats, “Sooyoung-eonni and Jongdae-oppa have also ordered for us,” I gestured to the couple who seemed to have finished their transaction then to the male sitting beside my brother. “Right, come on, Wen,” my brother reached out a hand to her and they walked away to queue up for their order. I could not help the squeal that left my mouth when I caught my brother gave a side peck to Wen’s forehead.

“They’re just so cute,” I sighed dreamily and gestured to couple who just left the table when Junmyeon raised a brow and looked at me weirdly after hearing my squeal. He turned to look at where I was looking and hummed in agreement, “They are indeed,” then turned to me with a cheeky smile. I just knew what he was going to say next. “But not as cute as us,” he batted his eyelashes at the same time as I groaned out loud. He simply laughed at my reaction.

“Hey, hey, what did we miss?” Jongdae asked as he sat down on Junmyeon’s right side, while my sister sat across his boyfriend- a.k.a. my left side. “Just your Hyung being corny as hell,” I shivered and pointed a thumb at the snickering guy as Jongdae rolled his eyes at what I had just said. “No one would believe if we told them that Junmyeon’s dad jokes are beyond saving,” my sister snorted. “Please, he’s only torturing us like this- and I mean the three of us,” Jongdae gestured to everyone on the table except of the subject of the talk, “And Siwon-hyung,” he jabbed his thumb back to where he thought my brother was at. “True that,” I sighed, “He’s still putting on that image that swooned me to Wen-eonni,” I added.

“Uhm, excuse me but I’m sitting right here?” Junmyeon looked down right offended from our conversation. “That’s exactly the point, Oppa,” I smiled widely at him who in turn squinted his eyes at me. The four of us burst out into a laughing fit not even five seconds later. Thankfully the dessert café was not that crowded. “But seriously, Hyung,” Jongdae started again after we all calmed down, “You should stop cracking dad jokes or Seoyeon might as well break-up with you,” and the guy quickly stood up with the ringing bell that indicated that our orders were ready to be picked up. “YA-” Junmyeon went after him (to help carrying our trays of orders too), leaving my sister and I snickering on our seats.

“It’s good to see you like this, Yeon-ah,” my sister said with a smile after a little while. The statement startled me, and I suppose the question mark was apparent on my face. “You, being happy,” she explained. I knew exactly what she meant then, and I could not help the soft smile that blossomed on my face, “Yeah,” I glanced at the still bickering cousin as they waited for the extra utensils that they requested, “I’m glad too, Eonni,” I agreed with her. “I... didn’t think I would- I could get past that point, but here I am,” I shrugged at her. “Here you are,” she bumped her shoulder with mine and we both shared an understanding smile between us.

“You guys were so loud,” Wen-eonni commented as she sat down on my right side. My brother nodded in agreement and sat down on his seat too, “Yeah, what were you talking about?” he leaned forward to hear us better. “Just Junmyeon telling jokes,” my sister answered. Similar to my reaction earlier, my brother groaned, while Wen’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “Don’t even ask, Wen,” my brother intercepted before his girlfriend could say anything. He was replied with a pout, “But why? I’m curious because he doesn’t seem like the type to tell jokes.” I snorted, “Trust me Eonni, it’s better for you to not know, or you’ll see him differently.” She pursed her lips, “Is it that bad?” she wondered out loud. My sister waved a hand as an answer, “Oh trust us Eonni, it’s just a matter of time.”

“What is a matter of time?” the cousins returned with (some of) our orders as Jongdae raised a questioning brow at his girlfriend. “Oh it’s nothing,” I answered quickly before Wen’s enthusiasm could show up again. I blinked my eyes at the items that my sister and Jongdae ordered. “You guys ordered churros and bungeo-ppang too?” I asked unbelievably- I meant, we just had dinner. “It’s not that much Yeon,” my sister answered me, “We only had tteokbokki and gimbap earlier anyway.” “Oh boy,” I shook my head and simply took my spoon to start digging in on my mint-choco sulbing.

“Right, Jongdae-ah,” my brother handed the guy his credit card, “Thanks for the treat.” Liu Wen nodded her head too, “Yeah, thank you so much Jongdae!” He shook his head with a smile, “You’re welcome, Hyung, Noona,” and continued to eat his strawberry macaroon sulbing. He was sharing it with my sister, by the way, just like how I was sharing with Junmyeon. I believe that my brother would also share one bingsoo with Wen. “Oh right, Siwon-hyung,” Jongdae called, “I also ordered honey butter bread but they forgot about it so it’s in the making- if you don’t mind, can you take it with you later?” he wondered as I stared at him with gaping mouth. “Sure, do you have the bell?” my brother asked back. Junmyeon put a finger under my jaw to close my mouth as the others made it a point to ignore my shock. Jongdae shook his head, “No, I told them to put it together with your bingsoo.” My brother nodded his head, “Got it.”

“Oh, perfect timing,” Wen claimed just as the bell started to ring. “I’ll go get it,” my brother stood up and declined Wen’s help. I nudged the older woman after my brother left. “Eonni, does he always act sweet like that?” I wiggled my brows. From my other side, I could hear my sister coughing- presumably choked on whatever she was eating from my words. Junmyeon muttered a, “Here we go again,” while his cousin fussed on my sister. After looking that no major damage was done on my sister, Wen turned to me again, “Now that you mention it, he actually is,” she thought out loud. “I’m kind of used to him being like that since the very beginning, so I don’t really pay attention to it anymore- until you mention it now,” she continued. “Seoyeon,” my boyfriend nudged my knee with his under the table in an attempt to stop my squealing that he knew would come; thankfully it worked, or else the other customers would give us another stink eyes.

“Oh God, I can’t believe we’re talking about this with you guys and in this kind of place,” my sister muttered lowly. I rolled my eyes at her, “We’re on a triple-date Eonni, what do you expect.” She shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know, but a normal talk or maybe bickering?” she paused, “Or maybe about tomorrow too?” Now that she mentioned it, we did have to talk about it.

“Speaking of tomorrow, where and when will you enter again, Jongdae?” my brother returned to the table just in time and wasted no time in starting the main topic of our sudden get-together. “2PM at Nonsan, I’ll share the exact location when we got home,” he answered. The call had come; Kim Jongdae was going to start his military service tomorrow. He was going to enlist right after obtaining his Master’s degree, but because Junmyeon wanted to go for a PhD, he had to postpone it because there was no way Samsung’s top positions would be left empty just like that. Now that Junmyeon had graduated and returned back to Korea for good, Jongdae would start his duty.

“Then, shall we have the traditional pre-enlistment jjajangmyeon for lunch tomorrow?” Junmyeon wondered, “There’s a good place in Nonsan.” Kim Junmyeon, on the other hand, had finished his military duty way much earlier- before we met, and even before he was appointed as Samsung’s President, as he once told me. He also said that his cousin was also supposed to enlist before his appointment as the Vice President, and he even had completed the medical check-up back then, in his second year of university for Bachelor’s degree. However, their grandfather fell sick and decided to resign, so the position was unanimously passed down to Junmyeon’s father, and the President’s title who was his back then, passed down to Junmyeon. Of course, Jongdae was automatically promoted to be the Vice President at the same time, and so the younger he had to postpone his military duty until time allowed him to.

“Obviously!” Jongdae exclaimed with excitement. “I won’t be able to have jjajangmyeon for like forty days of the training, and since I’m enlisting as an active duty soldier, who knows where I’ll be placed- so jjajangmyeon is a must,” he added. Junmyeon did not enlist as an active duty soldier back then. He mentioned to me that when the accident that cost Jo Anna’s life happened, his left knee was injured pretty badly. The injury did not affect his life at all by the time of the enlistment, but he supposed the government did not want to risk anything, and so he was placed as a public service worker.

“Who else is coming other than us five and your parents?” I asked after taking a swallowing a bite of a chocolate flavored bungeo-ppang. Jongdae thought for a while as he chewed on his honey butter bread. “I don’t really invite anyone else, although many knows that I’m enlisting tomorrow,” he answered. My mind went to a certain someone who had now fell into a category between friend and not. “Some of my friends wanted to come, but I told them that I want it to be extremely private- don’t want the press to swamp on us tomorrow,” he shrugged. That somewhat made sense though, because if words spread that Jongdae was enlisting tomorrow, the media would surely try their best to find the place, and it might as well be chaotic tomorrow.

“Hyung, can we go together tomorrow?” Junmyeon asked my brother. My brother blinked his eyes at the unexpected question. “I’ll drive my own car, but I thought maybe we can go together since Jongdae’s parents will drive him there tomorrow,” he explained. My brother nodded his head, “Sure, we’ll depart at around 8.30AM if it’s okay with you? Because I have to pick Wen up first.” Liu Wen cut in on the conversation, “I’ll just stay at your house tonight, I want to have some girls time with Sooyoung and Seoyeon too anyway,” she winked at us. My sister and I giggled, knowing exactly what she meant by that. “Well if you say so,” my brother shrugged then turned to Junmyeon again, “Then be at our place at 9.30ish, we’ll depart once you arrive.” My boyfriend nodded his head with a smile, “Got it.”

“Yeon-ah,” the feeling of someone squeezing my hand startled me as I instinctively tried to pull my hand away. It would not budge, however, and I glanced to my left to the owner of the hand that grasped mine, only to find a pair of melancholic dark brown orbs staring right into mine. I released the breath that I had been unconsciously holding to relax myself. “Sorry, Oppa,” I muttered and squeezed his hand back in response. He gave a half-smile and pull his hand away only to use it to stroke my head. I leaned into his touch by habit, belatedly realizing that I had been yearning for it since afternoon.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked softly, as if afraid that I would break down if the conversation was to happen. I pursed my lips in contemplation on whether to do it or not. “You know, I asked Jongdae, Sooyoung-noona, Siwon-hyung and Wen-noona to join us because I want to keep your mind away from the talk you had with Joohyun, but I suppose it didn’t work, huh?” his other hand grasped mine- it was only then that I noticed that we were parked in a basement somewhere. “Where are we?” I asked instead and looked around, because he should be driving me home now. “Exactly my point,” he answered, and I could only look at him confusedly. “Huh?”

“Come on,” he opened the door then went out of the car, and I could only follow him out with the confusion still shown on my face. “Oppa, where are we?” I asked again. He still gave me no answer and locked the car instead. He reached out a hand to intertwine them with mine, and we started walking out of the basement. Once we were out in the open, the iconic and unique building across the street gave me an answer. “Why are we at Dongdaemun?” I asked again. “As much as I know that you want to go for the art exhibition that’s currently showing at DDP, we’re not going there,” he pulled me to the opposite direction. “You spaced out so much tonight that the others were worried about you, but you didn’t realize it at all,” he glanced at me, “So I told them that I’ll bring you for a walk and talk before sending you home.”

I bit my lips and racked my brain to find something to reply but I could not find anything to say because I thought it was true. I did not pay that much attention to my surrounding just like now, because I jumped a bit when Junmyeon snapped his fingers in front of my face, and I reckoned that we had crossed the road and even went down the street to Cheonggye Stream. I looked up guiltily at him, who was still staring at me with that soft yet mellow gaze and smile. “Sorry Oppa,” I muttered lowly. He only shook his head and we started walking by the stream. The place was not too crowded for there was no light show at this time of the year, and the weather that was getting colder also contributed to the small number of people walking and hanging by the stream. It was somehow calming down here, in the middle of the busy city of Seoul.

“What did you have for lunch?” he was the first to talk after a while. “I mean, you only had coffee in Lusso, right?” he wondered as we walked slowly with our hands still intertwined with each other. “We went to Bistrot de Yountville,” I hummed. “Oh? It’s French, right?” I nodded at that, “Yes- and but don’t ask me what did I eat, the name of the dish is too long and in French,” I scrunched my nose, to which Junmyeon snorted in response. “Was it good?” he asked again. “It’s okay,” I shrugged, “But I like Votre Maison more.” He hummed, “You should be, I took you there when I confessed my feelings for you,” he teased with eyes glinting in mischievousness. I playfully slapped his arm in reply and the silence ensued upon us again.

“Oppa,” I started this time after searching my brain on how to start the conversation. It was not that I did not want to talk about it; I knew from the beginning that I wanted, needed, and had to talk about it to him- but I just did not know where and how to start. “Joohyun... told me the full story of what happened between her and Sehun,” I told him as I stopped walking. It made him stop and looked at me in slight confusion, but I simply dragged him to a small set of stairs that led straight to the stream. We sat down on the ground on the stairs, just like what many people did when hanging out in here. I relayed everything of what Joohyun told me earlier in the afternoon without him interrupting my words even once; from what happened after Joohyun’s birthday, up until when they officially break-up three months after that. I could feel that he was looking at me the whole time I was storytelling, but I paid him no regard and looked up at the dark sky.

“And that was how they broke-up,” I ended the story and finally looked at him. He pursed his lips, “That’s... so unlike Sehun,” he commented, aware that it was not Sehun’s personality from the countless stories I told him, few encounters with the man himself, and from how Sehun fucking flew to Boston almost two years ago just to apologize to me and try to mend up our broken friendship. But like what I mentioned to Joohyun earlier, nothing would come out if only one party put effort- and while he was the one who apologized and attempted to try to mend our friendship, I was the one that got burnt out from putting effort without him doing the same. It just did not work, and his lack of effort back then made me wonder if he actually did it for the sake of our friendship, or because Joohyun refused to talk to him again unless he apologized to me.

“Seoyeon,” Junmyeon squeezed my shoulders as I blinked back in startle. The way he looked at me told me that I had just spaced out again. “It’s not about your talk with Joohyun, is it?” he sighed softly before I could apologize again. “Huh?” I blinked my eyes more in surprise than confusion. He released the grasp on my shoulders and moved one hand to caress my head, “You’re worried about Sehun,” he told me softly, and suddenly I just felt overwhelmingly exhausted- I was tired of having to worry about Sehun from time to time. It was not that I could not move on from what could have been; it was just such a shame that our years of friendship could not be salvaged at all, because of both of our mistakes. I was willing to put it behind us and start a new book all over again, but I supposed he was not willing to.

“Yeah,” I agreed weakly and leaned sideward at the same time as he pulled me into his embrace. He hugged me tightly, letting me find warmth and comfort in them. It was at times like this that I thought of how undeserving I am for having Junmyeon by my side. Here I was, worrying about an old crush that could not even be called as a friend anymore, but my boyfriend still chose to comfort me instead of pushing me away. I have had argued with him about this once in my sorrow and distress, wanting to push him away and wondering as to why he did not leave me when I was so broken beyond saving point. But he did not budge and even hugged me tighter, allowing me to cry out all the frustration I was feeling and helped picking up and mending the broken pieces of my heart. He was my lifeline that would never let me drown, and I would forever be grateful of him for that.

I took deep breaths for a while to calm myself down before deciding to start talking again. “Oppa,” I leaned my head on his shoulder as he kept on caressing my head. “I’m... actually thinking to contact Sehun,” I began. “I just... well, you know, I told you that Sehun didn’t really have any close friends back in KU aside from Jongin, and me, right?” I glanced up at him. “Yes, I remember about it,” he hummed. “Ah, an exception for his exes- Aeri and Joohyun,” I added. He chuckled at that, “Obviously, Yeon.” I sighed softly, “Anyway, when I... walked out of his life, so to say, my decision was also pushed by a thought that Jongin would also be with him if needed; so while letting our friendship go and moving on wasn’t easy for me, I knew he would be fine if I’m not... there, and that somewhat made the decision to leave easier,” I told him. He squeezed my shoulder and kissed the side of my forehead as a solace, for he was fully aware that relieving those moments were something I abhorred. “But now that I know that Joohyun’s break-up with him was bad, I don’t think Jongin would still be friends with him either; Joohyun was his cousin, so he surely would pick his family over his friend, right?” I looked at him unsurely.

Junmyeon sighed softly, “In my opinion, I don’t think Joohyun would let Jongin and Sehun’s friendship crumbled down to nothing just because of their break-up,” he glanced at me. I nodded my head in agreement, “She’s not that kind of person; that was part of the reason as to why she only talked to Sehun again after knowing that he came to us in the US.” He smiled sadly at that, “Yes; but at the same time, we all know how Jongin’s character is very similar to Heechul-hyung, so I think yes, Jongin might not be friends with Sehun again.” I sighed, “Exactly what I was worried about,” I muttered under my breath. Because if Jongin was not friends with Sehun anymore... he basically had no other friends. I did not know for sure if there were anyone outside his very small circle in KU that was still in contact with him, but from the four years we were friends, I noticed that he only spent most of his time either with us, his family, or Kia thing.

“You know, you could just go ahead and contact him, if you’re that worried,” Junmyeon pointed out. I looked up at him and bit my lips, not sure whether it was the right thing to do or not. Of course, Junmyeon could see my hesitation as clear as the day, “You do know that I have nothing against it,” he kept on stroking my head. I took his other hand that was not holding me and played with his fingers, “I know, Oppa,” I sighed softly. And even if Sehun and I somehow miraculously became friends again, he would have nothing against it, for real. He knew that I had no lingering romantic feelings for Sehun anymore; I even had let that feelings go the moment I knew Sehun liked Joohyun. It was not easy to let go, but I was willing so that I could support them and be happy for them with all of my heart. The only regret I had now was our lost friendship.

There were times when I thought that everything was my fault. Back then, when Sehun had just started to drift away from me, why did I not try to contact him more? Why did I not put more effort to maintain our friendship? I blamed myself so much, for letting him go just like that; for being childish and selfish, because all I did was wait for him. Maybe that was the reason that he stopped contacting me. Maybe he was tired of doing all the pushing without my reciprocation, and so he gave up altogether. Surely, that meant Sehun stopped contacting me because of my own fault, was it not?

Junmyeon, however convinced me otherwise. Like I said, he was my lifeline when I was at my lowest and he never let go, no matter how much I pushed him away. It was through him that I realized that while I took part in it and made mistakes too, it was not fully mine. Both of us played our own parts and made our own mistakes that led to this broken friendship, so there was nothing to be done, really. Even if things were done differently, it might still happen after all, because there were other factors that played part too. Maybe, things were meant to end just like that, without any proper closure. He also said that it was just another drifting friendship, like so how so many other people also drift away from their friends just because life happened.

I realized then that Junmyeon was right. Sehun was not the first one that I used to call as best-friend, but suddenly stopped without appropriate explanation. There were many other people that I was close with during elementary, junior-high school, and senior-high school. Some of us still contacted each other sometimes, but even then, those who used to be so close to me, had now became just... friends. It just happened like that, without any clear clarification. Like Junmyeon said, life just happened.

But what made it harder for me to let the friendship with Sehun go, was because I also had romantic feelings for him, as Junmyeon told me back then. It was always harder to let go of someone you love, but it did not mean that it was not possible. At most times, one did not even let go until the very end, but they chose to accept what was reality, and so they continued to live on with the memories still held close to their hearts. His words comforted me so much back then, especially when I did not believe that he, out of all people, could say that kind of words. It was not until a whole lot later that I learned that he was talking out of experience, and that was why he could partly relate to what I went through, and would never let me drown in despair for he himself was almost lost in them. He did not want anyone else, particularly those who were close with him.

“I... don’t think I’ll contact him,” I finally said after a long thought. After I started to get back on my own feet, the dreaded confrontation with Sehun came about. Never had I expected to see him outside Harvard one day after I finished my class, but he had come all the way to Boston to apologize and tried to restore our broken friendship. We somewhat reconciled then, after a long session of crying together. I wanted to restart our friendship once again, so I started chatting with him again. But I suppose once a glass was broken, it was already broken, no matter how much one tried to salvage it. And so I let it be after a few more attempts at asking him how he was doing, because I was the only one who asked, and he never asked back. To me, it was a clear sign that he did not want to talk to me anymore, and so I stopped asking altogether. It was burning me out, for I was the only one who put effort, even though he was the one who wanted to reconcile.

“Like I told you, during the last few times I contacted him... he really doesn’t seem interested in talking with me, you know?” Junmyeon nodded his head at that, remembering that I had told him about it once or twice. “There’s nothing wrong in trying again especially if you’re this worried, though?” he wondered. I smiled sadly, “No matter how worried I am, if he doesn’t want to talk with me, then I will not push him.” I looked up to the starless sky, “This may not be the best decision... but if he wants it to be this way, then so be it. I just hope that he is well and happy. After everything he went through, he deserves his own happiness too.”

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