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bloatedandalone04 · 6 months ago

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Bets & Bargains - Part 7

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➪in which bradley finally makes things official between you and him, and the guys finally catch onto what’s been keeping their frat mate so busy lately.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

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Bradley failed to notice that you had accidentally left your hoodie on his passenger seat when he dropped you off last night. He was going to bring it to you since you didn’t live far away, but he decided to just keep it there until he saw you again.

Then he got himself ready for bed and saw the mess he made for you in his boxers, and he went right back out to his Jeep and grabbed your hoodie, then spent the next ten minutes holding it up to his nose as he jerked himself off in his bedroom.

He couldn’t help it. It smelled like movie theater popcorn and you, a combination he didn’t think he would like so much.

He was happy it was the weekend and he didn’t have class to go to today, because he knew he wouldn’t have been able to focus on a single thing other than you.

Why you were such a distraction, he didn’t know, but he honestly didn’t care. Last night was amazing, and he was cursing himself for it ending so soon. You and he talked for a long time after you got each other off in the driver’s seat of his Jeep, and it was only around ten when he drove you back to campus. He should’ve taken you to get milkshakes or something, since you both were quite a big fan of them, instead of reminding himself that he wanted to take things slow with you.

Bradley hadn’t even told you about Bri yet, like you told him about Luke, but he was sure that you would automatically think that you were a rebound since he and Bri broke up literally only a week ago tomorrow. That wasn’t the case, though. Sure, his initial, drunken thought was to find someone to make Bri jealous with, but that wasn’t what he was doing with you. He liked you, and if she was jealous because of that, then it was just a bonus.

He knew he liked you a bit too much too soon, so he restricted himself to only texting you all throughout Saturday while he tried to catch up on the assignments he’d been given during the first week back at school. As he read through them, he realized that he had missed the explanation of them as well since he was too preoccupied with thoughts of you, and then he told himself to get a grip.

He had never been like this before, not with anyone, but he wasn’t mad that you were the first person to get him all flustered and unfocused like he currently is now.

On Sunday, he caved.

I miss you, babes. Can I see you today?

He was scribbling out a spelling error, not caring enough about neatness to actually erase the mistake, when you got back to him.

Y/n: I miss you, flyboy. What did you have in mind?

Bradley laughed at the name, pushing aside his school work in order to give you his full attention. It was nearing four in the afternoon and he hadn’t eaten much today other than half a box of stale crackers, and he has a few things in the fridge and cupboard he needs to get rid of soon, so he decided to invite you over for dinner.

You hungry? I’m sick of fast food places, let me make you something real and half decent.

Y/n: I’m always hungry, and beyond curious to find out about your culinary skills.

I’m very skilled in the kitchen I barely use, believe me. Come over at 5?

Y/n: I believe you. See you soon, flyboy.

Bradley was left smiling stupidly at his phone, then he quickly changed your contact name before trying to get as much studying time in as possible before you got here.

You’d spent most of the weekend in your room, wanting to avoid Sam as much as you could. You were still annoyed with her, and pissed off that she thinks you were looking for a rebound in Bradley. Even though you weren’t, she was the one who told you to go get a rebound anyway.

Things had been over between you and Luke for months, and you were more than ready to move on. And Bradley seemed like a great person to move on with, if he felt the same way about you. Though, you had a feeling he did since he pretty much told you in his Jeep on Friday night.

Fuck, you’ve replayed that night over and over in your head too many times to count. It was almost too perfect. Not only did he make you feel unbelievably good, the long talk you had after was something you didn’t know you needed so badly.

Talking with Bradley was one of the easiest things you had ever done, and listening to him talk about his life and past and possible future was like a breath of fresh air.

It was almost five when you finally left the confines of your room, and of course Sam was right there. Really, you should’ve expected it since her room is across the hall from yours, and the hall is extremely small, so you were bound to bump into her eventually. “Oh,” she blandly said, a bottle of Pepsi in one hand and a bag of chips in the other. “You’re alive. She’s alive, everyone.”

You watch with narrowed eyes as she turns and gestures to you as if it wasn’t just you and her in the cramped hall. “Really?” You ask in a bored tone, crossing your arms.

“Really,” she hummed, raising her brows quickly before turning towards her bedroom door. “Have fun with the frat boy.”

You glared at her then at her door when she slammed it in your face. How did she know you were going to see Bradley? Sure, you’ve seen him a lot since that party, maybe a bit too much, but still. That was a lucky guess.

Not wanting to be in a bad mood when you get to his place, you take a deep breath and raise both your middle fingers at her door, then head towards the front one. You would deal with her later, and preferably clear the air, because she was acting like a child and you were getting fed up with it.

It was kind of cold out for a summer night, and you failed to check the weather before leaving, so you ended up walking across campus in just a grey tank top and black jeans. You walk up the steps and knock on the door, rubbing your hands over your arms afterwards as you wait.

You didn’t have to wait for too long as less than ten seconds later the door opened and revealed the guy you were annoyingly into. “Hey,” Bradley greeted with a boyish smile that had you fighting off one of your own. “You don’t have to knock, you know. We rarely ever lock the door.”

“Oh,” you laugh and step inside the house when he moves to the side. “That’s really good to know in case I ever stay the night again.”

Bradley, who looked too good to be true in his blue flannel and dark jeans, rolled his eyes as he pushed the door closed. “You didn’t let me finish. We rarely ever lock it when we’re home,” he added with a laugh, draping his arm over your shoulder as he guided you into the kitchen.

You hum and lean into his side, wrapping your arm around his middle. “That makes it sound a lot better,” you smile up at him. “Thanks for clarifying.”

Bradley shook his head, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips as if it came naturally to him. Was this a normal thing now? God, you hoped so. “Come on,” he said against your lips. “It’s almost ready.”

You let him lead you into the kitchen, your body stuck to his. It seemed like neither one of you wanted to let the other one go at the moment, and you didn’t mind it one bit. “What’s almost ready?”

“The decent food I promised you,” he answered, pulling you with him to the stove. You barely got a second to look at the pan that was on the burner before Bradley picked you up effortlessly and set you down on the counter next to the oven.

You got a hint of his strength on Friday night when he threw you over his shoulder and carried you across the parking garage, and both times left you a bit breathless.

Bradley moved his body so his waist was in between your thighs, and his hands were placed on the counter next to your hips. He was still taller than you, even like this, so he had to lean down to ghost his lips over yours. “Do you wanna taste it?” He asked, his words muffled against your mouth.

Not being able to form proper words, you nod and harshly swallow at the smirk that formed on his lips. He turned away from you and grabbed a fork, piling a bit of the ground beef onto it before bringing it up to your mouth. You hold eye contact as you take the fork between your teeth, a sharp intake following shortly after. “Wow,”

“Good? Bad?” Bradley laughed, setting the fork down and placing his hands on either side of your hips again. “Which one is it?”

“Good, it’s good,” you reply, still chewing as you reach up to wipe at your mouth. “Spicy.”

He hummed, lifting his hand and running his thumb along your bottom lip, collecting what you failed to wipe away. “Is that bad? Do you not like spicy things?”

You shake your head, a laugh escaping afterwards. “I do, I just can’t handle a lot of spice. My taste buds will fall off,”

“Oh, we can’t have that,” Bradley laughed, too, sliding his hand up so it’s caressing the side of your face. You were still smiling when his gaze became a little more intimate, and you thought he was going to kiss you again when he instead surprised you. “Do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

Your eyes widen a bit and you laugh again, a sound of disbelief as your eyes flickered all over his face. “What?”

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” He repeated slower this time, his thumb gently stroking your cheek as he looked down at your lips.

The shock from the sudden question eventually wears off and you place your hands on his shoulders. “Um,” you trail off as you sit up straighter, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair. “Yeah, I do.”

Bradley grinned at you, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you confirm, unable to stop the smile that matched his before he leaned in and pressed a firm kiss to your mouth.

You gently pull at his hair as he grabs your hips in both hands, deepening the kiss as he tugs you towards the edge of the counter. “You left your hoodie in the Jeep,” he told you, barely pulling away from your lips as he spoke.

“Oh,” you murmur. “Is it still in there?”

He shook his head, kissing you again after. “It’s in my room,” he mumbled. “I’m keeping it.”

You laugh against his lips, wrapping your arms around his shoulders before pulling away. “It’s my favorite one,” you pouted and he reached up to tug at your bottom lip.

“You can steal one of mine,” he suggested and the offer sounded too tempting to decline, so you just smiled at him and nodded.

“Okay,” you agreed, kissing him one last time before pushing him away from you. “Check the food, flyboy. Make sure it’s not burning.”

Bradley shook his head with a laugh, stepping away from you and checking on the pan. “It’s not,” he observed, glancing over at you with teasing eyes. “But if it was, it’d be your fault for distracting me.”

You shrug, gripping the edge of the granite as you lean over. “You gotta learn how to focus on the important tasks if you want to be in the Navy,”

He copied your shrug and looked over at you as he turned the stove off and set the pan onto a different burner. “I don’t know, kissing you seemed very important,”

You roll your eyes and look around the simple kitchen. “Where are your frat buddies?”

“I don’t know,” Bradley answered with a quiet laugh, transferring the beef into a bowl. “They’re hardly ever here. That’s why it’s so quiet. I don’t know what they do all day long.”

You nod even though he was too focused on the food to see it. “I like it when it’s quiet,” you say, watching as he grabs two plates from the top shelf of a cupboard, the stretch making his flannel lift and expose a bit of his toned waist. “Means I get you all to myself.”

“What, having me all to yourself every day last week wasn’t enough?” He teased, setting the plates down before holding his hand out to you.

You grab it and hop down, throwing your arms around his shoulders and pressing your nose to his. “Nope,” you mumble. “Friday was too good of a date, it just made me want you more.”

Bradley wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to his chest. “Good, ‘cause that was kinda the plan,”

“Oh,” you drag the word out as he pulls you with him to the small table by the sliding door. “You’ve got it all figured out, huh?”

Bradley shrugs, sitting down on a chair and pulling you onto his lap. “I might’ve thought about it once or twice,” he replied and you shake your head, watching as he reached around you and began piling various ingredients onto a tortilla wrap.

Why did it feel so easy with him? And how was he able to make your whole body blush with a simple sentence like that?

You drape your arm over his shoulders as you get yourself settled on his lap, and when you turned your head to look at him, you were able to see his multiple scars up close. “Can I ask you something?” You sounded a bit hesitant, and Bradley quickly looked up at you.

“Yeah, of course,” he answered, wrapping one arm around your middle. “Did I already mess this up?”

“No,” you laugh, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth to further prove your words. “I just…how did you get these scars?” You quietly asked, tracing your fingers along the raised skin on his face and neck.

Bradley’s shoulders dropped in what you think is relief before he leaned back against the chair. “You finally noticed them, huh?”

Shaking your head, you shift on his lap so you could make your own wrap, then you lean against him again. “I noticed them the first night I met you, I just didn’t want to ask you something that might make you uncomfortable,”

“No, it’s fine,” he gave you a toothless smile, running his fingers along the waistline of your jeans. “It’s stupid, really. I got really drunk at a party last year and I started talking out of my ass to Eli and Wes, the guys I live with. It got heated and I don’t even remember why or what I said, but it was apparently something pretty bad since Eli ended up shoving me into a cabinet and I went right through the glass door of it.”

Your eyes widen and you put your wrap down after only taking one bite. “Oh, my God,” you gasped, sliding your hand up and gently massaging the back of his neck. “Jesus, Bradley. And you’re still friends with them? You still live with them?”

“Still got the cabinet, too,” he nodded across the kitchen and towards the fridge. A tall, wooden cabinet was right next to it, and you questioned how you failed to notice it there until he pointed it out. The door was missing the glass, and the wood around it was chipped, indicating that it was broken pretty forcefully. “We use it as a place to put the recycle bin now.”

You turn back to him with a frown. “Bradley..”

His smile faded, though you knew it was a forced one anyway. “I know. They thought it was funny at the time, and I woke up the next morning with glass still in my face and shoulder. I looked pretty fucking scary walking across the street to the hospital with blood all over me,”

You shake your head and bury your face against the side of his neck. “Fuck,”

Bradley huffed out a laugh, running his hand up and down your back. “I know,” he trailed off. “I had to lie to the doctor and say that I fell into it instead of telling him that my friend pushed me then left me on my bed afterwards.”

Groaning you press a chaste kiss to the healed scar on his throat before lifting your head. “Bradley. I hate your frat buddies,”

He hummed in agreement, kissing your temple and keeping his lips there after. “I’m not very fond of them lately, either,”

After you begged him to let you clean up since he cooked, Bradley guided you towards the living room. Flashbacks of your third date, if he counted it as a date like you do, passed through your head, and when you looked over at the far end of the couch, you could see the blanket you and he shared when you fell asleep.

A smile takes over your lips as you fall onto the same spot you were in the last time you were here, and Bradley sits next to you. “Did you like it? Did my culinary skills impress you?”

“You know what, they did,” you answered with a laugh, leaning into his side when he lifted his arm. “You’re right, real food tastes so much better.”

Bradley laughed and then your phone went off. You pulled it from your pocket, leaning your head on his chest as you read the new text you had gotten.

Luke: Are you seriously done with us?? With me? Come on, brat, we’re good together.

Your brows furrowed and you let out a quiet huff. Bradley shifted and you knew he read it, too, when he asked, “Is that your ex?” in a deep grunt, unknowingly making you smile at the protectiveness in his voice.

“Yep,” you sigh, not knowing what to say that would get Luke to back off.

“Block him,” Bradley suggested and your eyes widened a bit.

“What? You think I should block him?” You question, cuddling closer to his side as he nodded.

“I don’t like the way he calls you brat, it’s condescending,”

“Condescending?” You repeat with a laugh before scrolling through your long thread with your ex. “You really think I should block him? You think he’ll get the hint that way?”

Bradley hummed, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “Block him, baby,”

You bite back a moan and click on the red button without thinking twice. “There,” you whisper, nudging his chin with the top of your head. “He’s blocked.”

You swipe out of the thread and were about to turn your phone off when Bradley stopped you. “Can I see it for a second?”

“My phone? Why? You think I have more secret exes I should block?” You tease and hand him your phone, watching as he laughed and shook his head.

“No, I just wanted to change something,” he mumbled, clicking on his own contact. “Fratley, huh?”

You laugh and nod. “It’s fitting,”

“I like it,” he rasped, editing the contact name before handing your phone back to you. “There.”

You look at the two new hearts he added beside his name and smile, clicking on the picture icon before crawling onto his lap. “Okay, picture time,” you state, goosebumps forming on your skin as he runs his hands up and down your thighs.

With your phone in one hand, you use your other to purse his lips together, his cheeks scrunching up cutely as you did so. You quickly take the photo and stare at it for a few seconds, a humorous smile painted on your lips. “Good?” He questioned with a laugh and you nod, turning your phone and showing him the picture. “Jesus.”

You laugh loudly, dropping your phone onto the cushion next to you. “You’re so cute,” you murmur, leaning down to kiss along the side of his face. “My turn.”

You hold your hand out to him and he laughs, unlocking his phone and placing it on your palm. “Have at it,” he said and leaned back on the couch as you opened his contacts.

“Oh, look at that,” you trail off. “You already changed my name.”

Bradley nodded smugly, taking his phone from you again and pulling you down against his chest. You laughed and braced your hands on his shoulders and smiled when he lifted his hand and took a picture of the two of you, his lips pressed to your cheek. You watched as he set it as your contact picture, cropping most of himself out and only leaving half his face in it.

“Now that that’s settled,” he whispered, kissing you before you could get another word out and wrapping his arms around you.

After kissing for what felt like hours, you had to go back to your place since you had a test you needed to study for that was for your morning class tomorrow.

Bradley was reluctant to let go of you once you moved off the couch and pulled him into a hug by the front door. He pressed too many kisses to count all over your face before letting you leave with a pretty smile on your lips.

Then he was alone and already thinking about you.

He turned around and headed up to his room, shrugging off his flannel that smelled like your perfume and tossing it onto his desk chair next to your hoodie. He kicked the door closed and fell onto his bed, his notebook opened to a random page as he read over his terrible handwriting.

Not even five minutes passed before his bedroom door swung open and Bradley turned just as Eli and Wes stumbled their way into his room with beer bottles in their hands. “Hey, Bradshaw!” Wes greeted in a slurred voice, his arm draped around Eli’s shoulder as they fell onto the end of his bed. “Shit, this is more comfortable than mine. Can we switch beds?”

Bradley raised a brow and sat up against the headboard. “No,” he answered, knowing Westley was being serious with that question. “Do you guys need something?”

Eli lifted his head and narrowed his eyes, “What? We have to need something to be able to hang out with you? That’s low, bro,”

Bradley shook his head and looked back down at his notebook just as his phone went off from its place next to him. He put the book down and reached for the phone, but Eli was quicker and apparently wanted to be a pain in the ass as he grabbed it before Bradley could.

“Ooh, Y/n, huh?” He laughed as he held Bradley’s phone about three inches away from his face. “Is this what’s been keeping you so preoccupied nowadays, Bradshaw?”

“Give me my phone,” Bradley grunted, reaching for it.

Eli held it away from him with a smirk. “Aww, is she your girlfriend now? You’re over Bri?”

“That was quick,” Wes chimed in, lifting his body up so he could look at Bradley’s phone as well.

“Guys, I’m serious,” Bradley muttered, grabbing the device before Eli could lock him out of it with all the failed password attempts. There was no way he was telling these two fucking idiots that he had made it official with you. They were drunk off their asses and already didn’t take anything he did seriously. There was no way he’d be able to convince them that he’s being genuine with you.

“Does she know she’s just a bet yet?” Eli asked as he took a swig from the bottle.

Bradley was just about to read your text, but Eli’s question had his face heating up and his expression dropping. “No,” he answered instantly. “And she’s not going to know, because she’s not a bet.”

Eli rolls his eyes and swirls the beer around in the bottle. “Yeah, yeah, you said that last time, but look at it from our perspective, dude,” he started, leaning towards Bradley, the strong booze radiating off him. “Bri breaks up with you, you throw a party and come up with this sick, cruel idea to help get her back, decide to use Y/n for that idea, and then you spend all of last week with her. And now she’s your girlfriend? Come on, Bradshaw, you haven’t even tried to hide your true intentions.”

Bradley narrowed his eyes and set his phone aside. “What are my true intentions?”

“You’re hoping to make Bri jealous so she’ll come back to you,” Eli answered, shrugging afterwards as he finished off his beer. “Then you’ll dump Y/n, and we’ll pay you a thousand each.”

“I’m not going to dump Y/n-”

“So if Bri were to come up to you sometime within the next few weeks and beg you to take her back, you wouldn’t?” Wes asked, sipping the last of his own beer.

Bradley wanted nothing more than to kick these two drunk guys out of his room. He had nothing to say or prove to them, and he wished they would just drop it. “No, I wouldn’t take her back,” he muttered, bringing his knees to his chest as he rubbed at his eyes. “I like Y/n.”

“More than Bri?” Wes asked and Bradley glared at him, making the blond raise his hands in defense. “Hey, you’re the one who made a bet to win her back.”

“Y/n’s not a bet-”

“Think of it as a bargain, then,” Eli cut him off, suddenly sounding more sober than how he sounded when he first came in. “Come on, Brad, you’ve come this far. See how it plays out. You keep doing whatever it is you’re doing with Y/n, and if she ends up falling for you, then you get two grand.”

“And if she doesn’t?” Bradley had no idea why he was still even entertaining them at this point.

“Then we’ll know that you really do suck at dating,” Eli laughed. “Just go with it, bro. It could be fun for all of us. And she’ll never know.”

Bradley didn’t say anything else, waiting until Eli and Wes got bored of the silence and left. When they were gone, he finally allowed himself to read the text you sent almost twenty minutes ago.

Babes🩷: I forgot to steal one of your hoodies. Can you bring me that flannel you were wearing tomorrow? For no particular reason at all.

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verystrxxwberry · 3 months ago

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Hi!!! I didn't know you were writing scenarios about newgen :o. What are your thoughts on newgen so far and which route are you following? I'm still torn between Roy, Devon and Thomas.

I can't wait to see how the first kiss will be with the three of them, so I'd love to read your take on how do you think it would happen and how the routes would feel about it.

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MCL NEW GEN; first kiss headcanons!

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: sfw, fluff, routes x reader, long scenarios… (I got romantic) ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Yes, I finally dared to write for these people because I found myself enjoying a lot of the story as I played. I think it’s pretty cool, but the system of AP's and getting the gems is awful… And by now I am terribly obsessed with Thomas, I love him!

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DEVON

It wasn’t his intention to give you extra hours at the office, but somehow you were the only one he needed besides him at that moment. Your presence helped him to focus, it motivated him as he knew that anytime he shifted his head he’d be able to see you. After months working there, he showed proudness and respect to the way you developed your skills.

He was aware of the torture he made you go through. Maybe it wasn’t as pleasant for you as it was for him to spend time alone with you, that’s why he even invited you to a small cup of coffee so you could get some energy.

It was already 8 PM when he decided that you two should call it a day in the office and rest. As you picked up your stuff, he waited for you and apologized for making you work extra hours, and he will pay it as a plus in the salary, that’s for sure.

It was night already so he decided to stay with you until the bus came. You knew that since you started working in Devenementiel there was a growing tension whenever you find yourself sharing space with only your boss. He was the kind of boss everyone wanted to have: attentive, kind, that actually helps you to grow positively, he had a playful side that knew when to come out and light up anyone's mood. He was a great boss.

And it was even more great whenever he came close to you to help you, allowing you to feel his warm breath on your shoulder, or even when he took your hands gently in his to guide you when he was teaching you to do something. You knew deep inside that he was not really subtle with the way you called his interest.

You took courage to initiate this, asking playfully: “so… you are planning on giving me a plus, right?” Which he nodded in response, his hazel eyes focusing on you. “Alright, that’s a working payment. But what about giving me a personal plus? You know, a personal payment…”

For one second you thought you humiliated yourself as he seemed to get deep in thought, but right before you had time to get flustered, he released a melodic laugh as he placed his hand on your shoulder. “Oh, how greedy, so you want more money?”

“No, I wasn’t talking about money…” You mutter timidly as he seemed to find your offer amusing. “Probably… I don’t know, going out for dinner together or something.”

His smirk never disappeared, only growing the more you spoke. He hummed, looking at his phone to check the date. “This week is difficult…” You saw Devon thinking one more time, his eyes falling once again in you. “But deal. I just hope you can forgive me for making you wait.” He saw the bus at the beginning of the street and he sighed. “Call me impatient, but today I will pay you differently.”

You had no time to react when he cupped your chin and leaned down to press his lips against yours. It took you by surprise, so you didn’t have time to react or to kiss back. You’d feel him smile against your lips, knowing perfectly that he surprised you with that. And after a few seconds he separated. The bus was already reaching the stop where you both were.

“See you tomorrow. Rest well.” He spoke with his usual tone, his hand caressing your cheek before he separated and walked away towards his house. He went to his house with a proud smile on his face. And seeing your shy expression about it the next day would make him laugh quietly. He should spoil you like that more often.

ROY

You decided to spend your day off in a calm way, spending your day resting at home and enjoying the peace of having no responsibilities other than breathing. But that peace got interrupted when your phone vibrated with a great spam of notifications- your great friend and colleague, Roy, was asking you to meet him on the beach to go for a walk.

He was truly happy when you agreed to meet him. Even if you were on your day off, he still had to work and he had a lot to rant about. He had always been very open about his feelings and thoughts, and it was funny to see him whine so much about Jason being a pain in the ass.

You walked through the streets, buying a drink and then going to the beach to sit on the sand and keep listening to him ranting and ranting. There was a point in which you chuckled, shaking your head “hey… you are in a meeting with me, could you forget about job for a whole hour?” Even if you requested it in a playful tone, he knew you were serious. He whined playfully, laying down in the sand, using his arms as a pillow.

“Ow, I thought you’d always listen to me…” He was being a dramatic queen, like most of the times. You know he was playing though. “Then rant at me about anything.” He told you as he closed his eyes, enjoying the soft breeze that caressed his stunning features. You knew that Roy meant it, and he is capable of listening to you as much as you need. He is the type of guy that likes to give what he receives.

He is silent as he listens to you, taking spontaneous sips from his drink and nodding at your words. The sun was setting and soon would be night, but that wasn’t a bother for any of you.

You looked at him as you finished your ranting, seeing him so peaceful. He was definitely the sleeping beauty, but he wasn’t sleeping yet. The silence in between you both was comfortable, allowing the ocean waves crashing into the sand to be the only noise interrupting the peace- but it only gave more peace. He opened one of his eyes to check on you, a little smile drawing on his face when he saw you looking at him already.

“C’mere.” He spoke in such a low tone that it was almost like a whisper, extending one of his arms to invite you to lie down in his embrace. And how to reject that offer. The contrast of his warm body to the cold breeze that was around you was comforting. He pulled you close, letting your head rest on his chest. You could feel it raising and going down with each calm breath he took.

You didn’t even care about how the minutes passed, he kept himself entertained by playing with your hair. When he felt your pleasant sigh he reincorporated a little bit to look down at you: “Are you falling asleep on me?” He asked playfully. Yet you shook your head, your cheeks being slightly warm at how you found his dark eyes connecting with yours.

“Ah, you look adorable..” He whispered with a little smile. You saw his eyes shine with affection as he looked down at you, and that only motivated you to lean in slightly. He noticed your movement and cupped your cheek, moving your head slightly. Without thinking you two cut the distance that separated your lips, and he didn’t even wait to kiss back, allowing you to explore each others’ mouth. It was warm, gentle yet slow. His hands placed gently over your waist, holding you firmly against him.

No matter how much you want to make it soft, Roy is a tease and will end up adding his tongue into the kiss, the wetness tracing your bottom lip and making you squirm. He chuckles when he sees your nervous reaction in front of it. You'd separate a little for air, his lips only centimeters away from yours and whispering “Your lips are soft… could I try them again?”

If you don’t stop him, he won’t stop himself either. The only thing stopping him from devouring you would be the fact that you were in public, but he’s up to a making out session there.

AMANDA

You decided to join Amanda in work as she organized some papers for an upcoming party that a client asked your company to organize. The conversation between you both was casual, offering a brainstorm of great ideas which you complimented each other.

She spoke about some experiences she had related to the subject of the party as she sketched randomly stuff in a paper. The way her pupils dilated every time she spoke to you was a detail you couldn’t forget about her, as well as the way her fluffy cheeks held that natural blush from her skin. Even though you realize that every time Amanda was alone with you, her cheeks were redder than usual.

The brainstorm was done and you both started to do small sketches of the design of the party, Amanda even offered to put some cozy music in the back so you both could work in peace and comfort.

Her voice was sweet as she hummed to the song. The scent of her perfume exposed her wealth, you could smell it even if the distance in between you wasn’t as close as you would have liked. You were across the table, looking at her and not even realizing that you were probably staring for too long.

Amanda was looking down at the papers, some strands of her hair not allowing you to see her face properly, but it just gave her a more attractive view of her. You decided to move your hand in direction to her face, placing one of her loosened stands right behind her ear. You noticed she got startled, but a timid smile appeared on her face as she looked up at you.

It took her a few seconds to realize that she was also staring back at you, clearing her throat and nervously looking away. “Do you want to take a break?” she offered, her voice sounding low and sweet, not as demanding or confident as she usually was. You nodded and she added: “Then I will go buy some pastries for us.”

There was no way she was going alone, so you decided immediately to stand up. “I will go with you” you spoke with a firm tone, and she nodded, organizing all the papers over the table and walking with you towards the bakery.

As you waited in the queue to buy, she decided to hold your arm carefully, checking if you’d be comfortable with it. You allowed her, caressing her arm in an instinctive way. You noticed she was leaning to you to whisper something to your ear, but you also leaned towards her.

Your lips didn’t meet, but you were so close that Amanda forgot how to breathe at that moment. She didn’t know what she was doing yet her body impulsed her to steal a small kiss from your lips. After it, she separated quickly and looked away, her skin as red as a tomato as she tried to calm down the way her heart would stop beating like crazy. That was something she was wishing to do for so long, yet she didn't think twice before doing it and that made her terribly embarrassed.

In case you didn’t have any topic to talk about, the walk back at the office would be filled of an awkward silence. She was still shy, drowned in her own thoughts. Your mind started wondering about how to make her come back to earth. You closed the door of the meeting room right behind your back, then you muttered “did you like it?”

“Like what?” She asked in a monotonous and low tone, still lost in her deep thoughts.

“The kiss. Did you like the kiss?” You asked and observed her at the minimum detail, how her eyes seemed to look up at you once again, searching your gaze with a nervous expression. She slowly nodded her head and that made you feel those butterflies once again. This time you were the one taking initiative, holding her hand and pulling her closer so you could kiss her once again. She was tense at first, but she closed her eyes and kissed back, allowing herself to melt into that tender kiss, her arms wrapping around your neck as she pulled you closer.

That seemed to light up her mood, and you could notice how she was more kind towards everyone. Maybe you should kiss her more often to see how adorable she can get to be after it.

THOMAS

It takes him too long to realize that you like him in that way, no matter all the hints you throw at him about your feelings. He is too focused on how he suddenly gets an intense adrenaline in his stomach when he is around you than how you act towards him. He doesn’t dare to make any step because he would consider it a loss of time in case he gets rejected. And in case he gets accepted he’d leave the scene with a stoic face, even if his hands are all sweaty from the anxiety.

He decided to ask you if you would like to go on a ride in his motorbike after work. And you gladly accepted to do so. You’ve been for a couple of months developing feelings with him, but you didn’t know if he even felt the same. But it was a fact that you both grew closer to each other as time passed.

He waited for you outside your house, checking his phone as he was resting against his motorbike. He was still wearing his helmet and he had another one held by his arm. When he saw you, he hid his phone and waited for you to approach. Usually he’d let you put the helmet yourself, but when he was in a good mood he was the one putting it on you. And Thomas was in a great mood today.

It was surprising how gentle he was with his acts no matter the coldness of his voice. He offered you his arm to help you get on the motorbike. “Hold on tight.” He patted his waist, inviting you to wrap your arms around it, and you didn’t even think twice to do it.

He is good at riding the motorbike, being gentler and more careful as you were with him. Though he would increase the speed of it just to tease you, feeling your grip tighten around his waist as he kept a smirk under his helmet. The thought of your body pressed against him only made him feel even more adrenaline.

After a few minutes of the ride, he went to the upper part of the city, parking his motorbike and giving you the task of jumping down his motorbike because he found the struggle you had to reach the floor adorable. He removed his helmet and rested his elbows over the balcony.

That area allowed you to have a great view of the city and further. The streets filled with colorful lights made it seem alive, just as the windows of the buildings showing different lives as if it was a TV show. It was entertaining to see the city from there. And even if you had the chance to see all the city, filled of life, there was no absolute sound that interrupted the whisper of the wind.

“The view is beautiful…” You heard him whisper, and you nodded, agreeing with him. What you didn’t realize is that his eyes weren’t on the big landscape in front of you both: his light teal eyes were focused on you. He approached a little towards you, making you think that he was actually cold as he gripped tightly his own arms, which were crossed over the railing.

You didn’t have the usual occasion to be as close as you were to him at that moment, your arms touching casually. And luckily he didn’t separate as he always used to do, you secretly appreciated it. “I must say… I’m glad I joined you tonight.” You whispered honestly, waiting for his answer as you looked up at his neutral expression.

“I am glad you joined too.” He affirmed, a light smile appearing on his lips. The pinky color on his lips made his pale face look more alive, if not… you would’ve believed he was a corpse. They weren’t too thin but too thick either, they were just perfect. His eyes were shining but you couldn’t read his expression, he was just… sharing the moment with you. He was staring back at your lips as he saw how you did the same, but didn't say a word.

You were aware that he wouldn’t take the step to break the tension that was in between you right now. With an impulse of adrenaline, you grabbed him by the neck and made him lean down so he was at the perfect height for you to finally brush your lips together for the first time. He didn’t make a single move. He was paralyzed.

It was confusing, you didn’t know if he liked it, but when you separated you saw his cheeks completely red. He didn’t make a comment about it, simply clearing his throat and looking towards the city.

He changed the subject, which made you confused and quite disappointed. He didn’t mention anything related to the kiss. You almost felt guilty for doing so- then the meeting reached its end and you were finally alone in your house.

After some minutes overthinking you received a few messages from Thomas:

“Hey. The meeting was great. I just hope the next time you give me more time to react. I really wanted to kiss you properly. Can you do it again next time? Kiss me, I mean.”

JASON

You absolutely despised the cocky smile that was always on his terribly handsome face. You would rip his face if you could, because you also hated the fact you felt the temperature raise whenever you saw him.

His presence was notorious wherever he was. No matter if you didn’t see him, you could feel the air quite tense and that someone you didn’t specifically like was there. Well, you lied to yourself. You told yourself you hated him, that he was your enemy- but every time he looked at you with those deep blue eyes, with a confident personality, it sent you to your knees whenever it showed. After arguing with him in a competitive way, you simply waited for the next time you could see him again.

Oh and don’t you think that was something you only hoped for. He also couldn’t wait to see you after any “unexpected” meeting, where the rivalry between your companies was notorious. You turned into his favorite victim to tease with his clear superiority, making mocking remarks just to see the cute frown that appeared in your face any time he became a pain in the ass.

He loved that about you, he loved how expressive you were, yet how stubborn you were with your own feelings. Jason wasn’t dumb, he knew that even if you were frowning and trying to argue back with him, your face was warm from how flustered he made you.

You finally saw his tall shape among the people. And you didn’t go unnoticed. This time he won, as the main client for which you competed for preferred Goldreamz. And yes, the fancy decoration was incredibly stunning and all, but that was still a big hurtful step to your company.

He held an elegant glass of wine in his hand as he listened to one client. Jason had the habit of keeping eye contact with whoever he was talking to, but in that moment he found it more exciting to fix his gaze on you, his grin widening as he saw you looking back.

You tried to focus on the conversation your coworkers were currently having, but the blue of his eyes was hypnotizing. Jason finished the conversation with that client and signed you with simply one finger and the movement of his head to follow him. You had to put an excuse to leave, saying you had to take the air.

The quickened steps soon allowed you to meet him at the roof of the building. The music from the party was drowned by the closed doors behind you. He turned around and exhaled contentedly, “I suppose you can’t enjoy the fresh air of victory as I do, right?” That playful remark was annoying.

As always, he had really mature ways to start a conversation, sarcastically speaking. You attacked him by that, for being so childish to compare both of your companies that way. He loved to see you release that anger, it was something that made him smile proudly.

Jason spent a few minutes listening to your rage rant, yet he didn’t take it personal. There was something within him that made him know that you simply spoke like that because of the competence, but he saw by the way you both looked at each other before that the hate could be simply a superficial and professional cover to your feelings.

He decided to be unprofessional. You didn’t have time to react when suddenly your breath was caught by his lips, which took yours in a fiery kiss, almost as if he had been impatient to wait longer. Your words were completely swallowed by his hungry lips, making sure it was passionate enough to not allow you to speak after it. One of his hands tangled in your hair as the other held you firmly by the small of your back. He separated reluctantly, his breath heavy, but not as much as yours.

“Ah… the sweet taste of victory…” He purred. His eyes were so expressive that you could tell he would keep going with kissing you if you weren’t in a place where you had to keep your dignity. “And the perfect peace of silence…” he whispers, teasing you for getting quiet after he almost devoured you.

His touch was like fire to your skin, and you quite missed it when he separated to go back to the party. You were too stunned to act yet. You truly needed to take some air after it this time.

Jason felt like he truly won that night, not only for keeping a good impression of his company, but also because he achieved to take a taste of your lips.

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rooksblvd · 8 months ago

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Itafushi headcannons

megumi is the only person who's ever made yuji blush in all seriousness

megumi is a hoodie hoarder (of yuji's hoodies ofc!)

yuji likes running his fingers through megumi's hair when he's asleep

they've been on countless ice cream dates (ofc megumi would call them otherwise but like-)

yuji walked in on megumi fresh out of shower once and it took him a full whole minute to regain his composure (and get his insides to stop tingling)

"So are you just gonna stare or?" Megumi cocked a challenging eyebrow, the faintest edge of amusement coating his tone. If Yuji kept looking at him like that for any longer, Megumi would have to step back into the bathroom to get rid of the inexplicable heat emanating off of his muscles. "I-", Yuji cleared his throat, as if to chase away any last remnants of how heavy and hot his insides felt from showing, "- yea, sorry, I was just- would you like to catch an ice cream later?" he blurted out; It had been weeks- 27 days precisely (of course he was counting!) since they'd last went out together. Just the two of them. Between the growingly demanding training schedule and countless missions Gojo was bent on sending them on, it was getting harder to catch each other selfishly lately. It bugged both of them more than they would've liked to admit. The only difference was that Yuji would actually come up, heed to the temptation and ask him out already, while Megumi would bait him walking around half naked like that. Megumi shrugged, "Yea I'd like that," he was really hoping he was doing his best to smother the excitement in his voice, but boy did Yuji know any better. So he nodded finally, cutting his brooding little black cat some slack, "Okay, cool, so um, see you in a while? When you're-" another cough "-decent," God why was it so hot in this room? With their date outing settled, Yuji turned to leave. Maybe it was all the sleepless nights catching up to him, or maybe seeing Megumi's towel hanging that low had short-circuited the nerves of his brain, but Yuji could've sworn he saw Megumi don one of his hoodies, out of the corner of his eye; one which had disappeared out of the blue after a mission, one which he'd been searching for incessantly. And there the stupid butterflies went, making a fuss in his tummy.

ever since megumi caught yuji sneaking off to the terraces at night to actually relax without feeling the responsibility of the world drooping his sanity, he makes it a point to accompany him

they don't do much, never talk even, just sit against the rooftop, with yuji's head on megumi's shoulder, megumi's fingers intertwined with yuji's on his thigh and their gaze fixed upon the same stars

ever since the encounter with sukuna, megumi has to have his head on yuji's chest so he can actually sleep, listening to yuji's rythmic heartbeat is what keeps his going

the first time megumi ever called yuji by his first name, was when he moaned it against his mouth after their first kiss

yuji fell in love with him all over again after that instance and now he gets pissy everytime megumi calls him itadori when they're in public

megumi would let yuji style his hair (only on sundays, and yk this is big coming from someone as reserved as him)

yuji would casually throw around sexual jokes when with megumi, unaware of the effect it has on him

yuji secretly (oh who am i kidding, megumi obviously knew ab it; with the way my man's got his eyes on him 24 7, i wouldn't be surprised), mixed their colognes once because he liked the idea of it

their first kiss was actually initiated by a frustrated megumi in an attempt to shut up a stupidly beautiful an annoying yuji

yuji may or may not have had an existential crisis over his crush making the first move

nobara is the first person they come out to

yuji's love language is quality time while megumi's is acts of service both inside and outside the bedroom

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Okayyyy you guys, I'm so sorry for posting this so late. Truth be told, it's been sitting in my drafts for weeks, I was too caught up with my exams so I was giving it a rest. But a girl can only take her mind off of two silly little gays for so long! So here it is. I'm ngl, but the way writing about anything jjk related in general, especially anything stsg or itfs centered, never fails to boost my energy levels up is crazy. I love love love them w all my heart, and I try to express it in my hcs. I know they may not be exactly canon-compliant, but they're what side of my brain that's a sucker for happy endings seeks refuge in. So yea, I try.

PS The yuji-asking-megumi-out tidbit was supposed to be only like a few lines, idk how I ended up writing all that-

Alsooo I've been wanting to write an itfs fic for awhile; not that I have a solid plot at ready or anything, it's just an urge I have (and I know that's not how writing works lol) so maybe, just mayyyybe, ima try to work on it in my vacation? (which starts from tm btw). Cause if I actually do plan on going ahead w it, it'd be my first ever fic, and tbh it seems just as scary as it seems exciting. Either way, if you managed to read this far, I'm grateful that you did!<3

Long live itafushi!!!🎀

#i will cry actually #for the 15 ppl who voted for this post haha #this is for you cuties<3 #they're my babies #itafushi #itfs #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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everythingmp3 · 4 months ago

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all I need ✧

adult!Van x fem!reader

you and Van have been hooking up for a while, things are casual, the way she prefers them to be. then, one night, she catches you crying, which leads to something softer than what you’re used to with her.

author’s note: this is just something I quickly came up with bc I was having a rough night and wanted to write some hurt/comfort (I combined it with the idea of her wanting more than just surface level connections) so, if you’re also going through it rn, this is for you <3

warnings: none, just angst and brief mentions of sex, but I’ll still say minors dni

your visits at Van´s place always played out the same way:

it was usually after 8 pm, you´d talk for a few minutes, nothing too deep, then you´d either go to her room or stay on the couch and hook up. afterwards you´d stay for another ten to fifteen minutes, getting yourself back to a presentable state and wishing her a good night before making your way back home.

she was not entirely careless with you, she did offer that you could take a shower or stay a little longer, she was polite, but you were too prideful for that, you weren´t going to admit that you wanted to spend more time with her, not unless she explicitly asked you to do so.

your arrangement worked, it was a formula that was reliable and efficient, her calling you about once or twice a week, you always giving in even when you were tired or wanted to play hard to get because your chemistry was undeniably perfect. the way you two initially met, had been rather unspectacular: you´d been bored with dating and decided to set your age range higher just to see who was on the apps, and got close to deleting all of your accounts after coming across one too many married couples who wanted a “third” or women who texted you with odd phrases and strange emojis, but just before giving up, you got a message from Van, which was refreshingly straightforward and normal, something along the lines of “you´re very pretty. would you wanna meet up sometime tomorrow?”.

the first time you were at her place, the initial nerves you felt were quickly replaced by the thrill of how well you matched each other´s style of intimacy. neither of you had gone into the encounter hoping for too much, but somehow you both seemed to know right from the start just how the other person wanted to be touched, how they liked to be kissed, how slow and soft or fast and aggressive they needed certain movements to be, there was a wordless understanding that you shared, that was magnetic and made her abandon the other women she´d been talking to online, knowing that they wouldn´t offer the the same thing. after that first night, you both agreed to see each other again a few days later, which quickly turned into a regular hook-up situation.

the one problem she had with you was that the more she saw you, the fonder she grew of you, which hadn’t been the plan at all.

a few weeks in, she started looking forward to hearing you come up the stairs of her apartment, helping you undress, feeling you eager on top of her, hearing you sigh her name, all of it, which had never been the case with other hookups she´d had, with other women it had truly just been an anonymous exchange, a quick way to get off, nothing emotional about it, she´d never dreamed of them after they left her place, had never wondered what they were doing during the day, but with you she did, all the time. and yet, she couldn´t bring herself to ask you out, to suggest that you should get to know each other and meet outside of her apartment, during the day, over coffee or a meal, something was stopping her, a final push was needed for her to break her promise of swearing off love.

over the years Van had reminded herself again and again to remain detached, to never let any woman close enough to have the power to hurt her, it was a little immature and she knew it, her vehement refusal to open herself up to any possibility of more than just flings and short-lived affairs, so whenever she saw you, she tried hard to convince herself to finally drop the whole “fuck romance” act, but it was easier said than done.

then, one particular night, something happened that she wasn´t prepared for.

after having sex, you´d put your clothes back on again to go to her kitchen and get yourself a glass of water, while she kept laying in bed for a few more minutes.

you´d had a rough week and were worn out from the constant effort to appear fine, so as you stood there, alone in her silent living space, suddenly overwhelmed by the pain that you´d stomached on your own for so long, contrasted by the joy you´d felt for the hour that she´d just touched and kissed you, you found yourself tearing up, the thought “nobody knows how badly I am actually doing. not her, not anyone” forcing you into a state of weakness.

at first you tried to get it together, you tried to think of other things, but once the first tear hit your face, it was like something deep inside of you broke open and refused to close up again. you looked up at the ceiling and tried to fight it, but it was pointless, so you steadied yourself against the kitchen counter and tried to be as quiet as possible, hoping and praying that you could just get it over with before she´d come out to join you. about two minutes later, when you were still lost in your sudden outpour of emotion, you heard her saying something to you while stepping out of the bedroom, her tone light and humorous, the way you usually talked to each other, which startled you into a frantic attempt to appear okay, the words on her dating profile ringing in your ears : “strictly casual.”

you knew that she had not signed up for intense emotional connections or for being the one to console someone mid-cry, so you wiped your eyes, trying hard to regain some composure, but she knew the moment she approached you that something was off, one look at your face was enough to know exactly what was going on, her stomach dropped at the sight of you.

she rushed over immediately and her voice dropped into such a soft, sympathetic tone when she said “hey, what´s wrong?”, that your crying started all over again, harder then, the kind that had your lungs compressed and your breath all messed up, the kind that forced your body to surrender, like a higher power was zoning in on you and demanding “feel it all” , at the worst possible moment.

nobody had asked you that question all week, and her of all people being the one to do it was a knife to the heart, it was all you´d wanted from her and everything you couldn´t have, her love, her care, so getting a taste of it was enough to push you even further into your spiral of despair. sometimes, kindness at the right moment, after going so long without it, hurts even more than cruelty, the ache of a tired, frozen body stepping into a warm, inviting room, the ache of suddenly getting it, the one thing you´ve been dying for.

you were leaning on the counter, your forearms straining, facing down, a position of defeat, of hopelessness, thick tears dripping onto the flat surface, like rain splashing against windows. she placed her hand on your back, ever so gently, standing there next to you, gauging your reaction and rubbing up and down in a soothing motion, not talking for a second, not pushing for an answer, just being a quiet witness for a moment.

she knew that she should let you get the worst sobs out first, that she should save the questions until talking was possible for you again. you felt a sense of shame bubbling up inside of you as you heard the sounds that were coming out of your mouth, cries of pure desperation, undignified, almost choking on air, your chest hurting from it; you hand´t cried in weeks and in that moment it all came flowing out at once, every single suppressed emotion, every single sting of frustration and pain that you´d taken without flinching, suddenly sharp and excruciating, catching up with you, coming back to haunt you; it was a full on breakdown and Van almost teared up herself as she kept her hand on you, on the body that had been flush against her own mere minutes before, that had given her something she so desperately needed, again and again, intimacy, gentle touch, an intense connection. it was all disguised as a casual hookup, but for her it was more than that, always. you weren´t aware of it, the soft spot she had developed for you, the fact that she did not kiss just anyone the way she kissed you, often and with feeling, you´d told yourself that it was just something she did with every girl, passionate kissing, but it wasn´t, usually she kept it limited, the amount of times she allowed herself to place her lips on someone´s cheek, their neck, their shoulder, she normally kept her hookups impersonal and focused on getting off, but with you, she used it to also get the kind of romance she was starved for without explicitly asking for it, while letting you believe that it wasn´t meaningful.

in that moment it dawned on her, that she did really care about you, that it wasn´t a “no strings attached” situation, not at all. she wanted nothing more than to ease your pain, to treat you the way a girlfriend would, to make you a tea and take you back to bed and listen to your worries, to help you in some way. she felt painfully useless just standing there, and even worse, seeing you cry like that made her feel awful, guilty even, because she had never stopped to consider that you might be going through some serious things, that you might have been hiding a good amount of pain from her whenever you saw each other, probably out of fear that she´d get turned off by vulnerability. she thought “you fucking idiot” about herself in that moment, realizing that she had never bothered to earnestly ask you how you were doing.

you seemed like such an easy-going and chill person to her and she was so caught up in feeling sorry for herself most days, that she´d been blind to the fact that being young didn´t mean that you didn´t know suffering too, a little too intimately, judging from the utter devastation she could read in the intensity of your sobs, the kind that she´d only seen from others maybe once or twice in her entire life. she knew how exposing it must have felt for you, to have her present for all of that, so she did her best to just stand there and act like a kind of guard, to shield you in some way, to make you feel less alone, without coming on too strong, since she couldn´t read your mind, couldn´t know for sure that you wanted her to comfort you. still, she was pretty certain that you did, since you hadn´t moved an inch away from her.

eventually, you got through the worst of it, your face all red and puffy, your eyes bloodshot as you stood upright again and wiped your tears, a sudden ache on your lower back once she let go of you, you wanted her to keep touching you, but of course, you wouldn´t ask her to.

“god I´m so sorry. I don´t know what just happened”, your voice still shaky and weak as you said this, your sleeves damp from your attempt to wipe the moisture off your cheeks. she was standing close to you and sounded serious then, “there is absolutely no need to apologize, okay? I´m just…” she didn´t know how to say it, seeing your fragile expression, the way you were holding yourself, broken open, raw like a wound, it all went straight to her heart, so she threw her rule about not getting emotionally involved out of the window for good and stepped forward to pull you into a tight embrace, her arms around your back as you instinctively went to rest your head against her shoulder, stunned by the sudden gesture of tenderness, moved to tears yet again, a silent, barely audible crying as you held onto her shirt, hard enough to make it clear for her, that you wanted her to be there for you, that you needed her to be.

she could tell from the way your body was trembling that you were dealing with tears again, so she stroked your hair and whispered “hey, it´s okay, I´ve got you, you can stay here for as long as you want”. you let the smooth sound of her voice and the sensation of her embrace lull you into a state of exhausted relief, your muscles slowly loosening up again, your thoughts becoming quieter, which was what she´d hoped would happen, and for a second she had no idea how to handle it, the overwhelming affection she felt for you, the visceral need to keep being the person you went to with your troubles.

for a few minutes you just stood there together in her kitchen, chest to chest, the familiar scent of her soothing you, and the sensation of being as close as possible, heartbeats mere inches apart, it all managed to slowly stop your crying for good, replacing the pain in your chest with the haze that clouds your mind after sobbing that hard.

once you were in a somewhat stable mood again, you let go of her and looked at her, rather shyly, a soft smile on her face when she saw that you seemed a bit better, calmer, reaching for both of your hands then, holding them reassuringly, “how about you go sit down on the couch and I get you something to drink, okay? you can use whatever blankets and pillows you want”, you nodded, a quiet “okay, yes, thank you”, which she waved off as she went over to the fridge, “no need to thank me, really. you´ve been nothing but nice to me, even when I was unreliable and flaky, so I think this is the least I can do” she had a point, it had happened more than once that she´d randomly blown you off, often on days where she was so depressed that being with you would´ve cracked her open, would´ve made her confess to you that she liked you, not just for your body.

you were sitting on the right side of her couch, a blanket over your lap for comfort, as she sat down on the other side and handed you a cold glass of something fizzy with ice cubes, watching you gulp down a good amount before setting it down on the coffee table and exhaling deeply, relieved to see that your eyes were dry again and that your spirits seemed to be rising.

she kept looking at you, her hands in her lap, an unusual earnestness to her, which you weren’t used to but grateful for. “so. do you wanna talk about it, or no?”, you did want to offer her an explanation but you also wanted to keep it rather brief, unwilling to exhaust her patience. “I´ll spare you the boring details, but I´ve just been going through it lately. personal things, family stuff, things keep stressing me out left and right, and it´s just all a little too much right now.” she nodded, listening intently, not breaking eye contact, so you went on “I´ve been feeling anxious pretty often lately but I just push it down most of the time, to function and get through my days, and most of the time it works, but yeah, sometimes it just…”, “gets a little too heavy” she completed the thought for you, not unfamiliar with what you were describing. “yes, exactly. so that´s what was going on when you walked in. and sorry again, I know that must´ve been a bit weird”.

a deep feeling of protectiveness overcame her at the thought of you out there on your own, pretending everything was fine, her hand on your cheek then for a moment, unbearably tender, “please don´t say sorry for things like that, okay? it wasn´t weird at all, I just got really worried there for a second because you looked so…”, her voice cracked and it got to you, that she apparently really felt for you, “I know.. but I´m feeling much better now, thanks to you”, the first smile from you then since she´d caught you crying, which immediately made her face light up too, your hand on her thigh, an appreciative squeeze as you said that. the way your face looked then, softly lit by the orange lamp nearby, that post-crying glow giving your face an endearing, achingly lovable look, it made it crystal clear to her: “I don´t want to go back to “casual” after tonight. I want more with her”.

“listen-” she said, clearing her throat, averting her gaze for a moment, trying to find the words, “I know I said I was just looking for fun, for something casual, and it was true at first..” your attention was gripped then, you leaned closer to her, her eyes finding yours as she continued, “but I don´t think that´s working out for me. not with you, because I do want more. I really like you, and I want to be there for you, I want you to feel comfortable talking to me about this stuff , you know? and I want to spend more time with you in general.” she knew she should just say it plainly then, “what I mean is that I´d be lying to myself and to you if I kept acting like I don´t want to be with you, for more than just sex.” a brief pause before she added “if that´s what you want too, of course”.

you had to process for a second when she was done speaking because you were not used to her being open and honest like that, especially not about her innermost feelings, but once the words settled in your mind, your smile widened and you grabbed her hand, lacing your fingers through hers as you answered “yeah, it´s absolutely what I want, no doubt. I wasn´t gonna push for it, but I like you a lot. I always feel better when I see you, when I´m here”.

that way of putting it struck her right at her core “no, stop, that´s way too sweet, I don´t deserve that yet. I´ve gotta make up for not doing this sooner”, you laughed then, a tired laugh but a genuine one, it made her heart swell, to see you like that after seeing you hunched over in pain, “okay, sure, I wouldn´t mind that”. you leaned back , thinking of something, “so, you´re gonna break it off with the other girls you´re seeing?”, she laughed, running her hands through her hair, “the other girls, right”, she thought for a moment before admitting, “well about that…it´s kinda just been you for a while now.”

at first you thought she was bluffing, but you could tell from her slightly nervous demeanor that she meant it, “so we´ve been exclusive all this time without knowing it?”, she didn´t know that you were also not seeing anyone else but she was glad to hear you say it, a satisfied smile from her, “guess we have, huh?”. you moved closer to her then and she pulled your legs onto her lap, “well then, how about I take you out on a proper date. we could get dinner on saturday?”, it all seemed so easy all of a sudden, “I´d love that, yeah”.

you shook your head an laughed to yourself then, so she nudged you, “what is it?”, eyeing you curiously, “oh, I was just thinking about how desperately I wanted to hug you the last times we saw each other, but I knew it was off limits. so that was nice, felt good”. “oh yeah?. well it´s not off limits anymore, so”, she put her arm up on the couch cushion to make space for you, pulling you even closer, letting you nestle yourself in there.

“can I ask you something personal?”, she said, your head resting on her chest then, “yeah, sure”, “is there a specific person that´s making your life difficult?”. someone did come to mind, even though they weren´t the only issue you were dealing with, but you were unsure about telling her, “why do you wanna know?”, she shrugged, “well, if there is someone, I might have to ask you for a full name and address.”, that made you laugh, amused by her mafia-like way of putting it, “so you can do what exactly?”, she almost slipped up then and made a joke along the lines of “well, I hunted and ate people when I was a teenager, so I might be a good candidate for helping someone out with revenge”, but she stopped herself in time, instead saying “I´m not telling you. wouldn´t want you to be complicit”, and you knew she was not actually offering to kill someone for you, but still, you liked it, the fact that she was signaling to you that she was deeply troubled by the idea of someone messing with you. for a few minutes you closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her lightly stroking your hair, until you grew heavy and willed yourself awake again.

as you got up from her chest and rubbed your eyes, she realized that she hadn´t told you yet that you could stay over, “do you wanna go back to bed?” she asked, like it was the most normal thing in the world, like she´d asked you a bunch of times before, “you´re letting me sleep over?” you asked, slightly surprised, she nodded, “I´m letting you do whatever you want from now on”, a playful smile as she got up and held her hand out to help you do the same, “careful with that promise”, you said, but she insisted, “oh but I mean it. I wanna be fucking smothered, I kept you at arm´s length for way too long”. it was easy for her to charm you, so you felt all the previous weight on your shoulders falling off as you followed her back to her room, relieved and content, glad to actually lay down and rest under the sheets that you´d previously only been on top of.

the moment she laid down next to you, she moved onto her side to face you, staring at you with a lovestruck expression that she´d never let you see before. it was a little surreal to you at first, how much she´d hidden behind her convincingly nonchalant exterior, how successfully she´d made you believe that it was one-sided, your attachment to her.

you looked at her for a moment, soaking up the attention and comfortable silence before saying, “thank you. for all of this.”, she nodded, “any time, really, I mean it”.

you were already half asleep by then but you used the bit of energy you had left to pull her face closer to yours and give her a kiss, a soft, heartfelt one, the kind you don´t just give to anyone, your hand on her face, a faint humm of pleasure from her, the warmth of her lips against yours leaving you weak with everything you felt for her, a glow to both of you as you got comfortable under the covers. you closed your eyes before she did and she couldn´t help but look at your peaceful expression, the outline of your facial features for a few minutes, whispering “you´re so beautiful” before she turned off the light and moved herself close enough to you to feel your body, even when you weren´t touching. you let her believe that you hadn´t heard her.

Van was good at beating herself up over all things she´d messed up in the past, she was prone to self-flagellation, but that night when she fell asleep, she knew that she´d done things right for once.

she´d gotten over her aversion to emotional intimacy and it had resulted in you not having to brave through your pain on your own anymore, so in a way, the regret she had about not opening up sooner was not about what she´d denied herself, not at all, but about what she´d denied others, what she´d denied you.

she vowed to herself to be whatever you needed her to be in the coming weeks, months, however long it was that you´d let her be part of your life.

nothing made her feel better about having survived all of the horrors, nothing made her feel more convinced that it had been worth it to stay alive despite it all, than to feel it at her core, that her presence was a light in someone´s darkness.

it was a full moon that night, so your sleeping silhouettes were illuminated by the silver streaming in through the window, even though it was pitch-black outside. the symbolism was not very subtle.

#inspired by that thing she said to Tai about her dating life in the car #yellowjackets #van palmer x reader #yellowjackets x reader #van palmer

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amberluvsbugs · 6 months ago

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My reaction to the news you just posted:

I saw your 'I lost someone' post a few days ago, and I have no clue what was going through that person's head for them to do that. Neither you, your co-workers, nor anyone in the fandom who may be suffering from illness deserved to be deceived like that.

My heart goes out to you, and I hope you're doing okay now. 💖

(If you're comfortable clarifying this for anyone who didn't see that post and may want to know the full context (no stress if you don't want to ofc), was Ari initially claiming to be dying of cancer or was it something else? Either way, it's still disgusting what they did.)

thank you it really means a lot. ;;;; In case anyone didnt see the post I made a while back, this is the full story for clarification: This all started on April 29th when I received a DM from my co-worker Toby, saying that a Poppy Playtime fan and friend we will call Ari, who he told me was 18 and has come to know for a solid year, was set to be sedated on May 6th due to having an incurable cancer. Because of this, he wanted me to create an illustration for her before she passed which I immediately took up the offer. Now, for clarification, I don't trust what anyone says in the PPT community. I am aware of how immature and dangerous the community can be. But when it's coming from someone I know and trust, I put my trust forward on that person. I don't mess around when it comes to someone nearing their death. So I got in contact with her, made sure she saw the illustration I made for her, and for the past week after work hours, I would talk with her in VCs and chill at every chance I got to make sure she was happy and having a good time. She acted very kind and sweet to me and so many others who would join the VC as they also soon came to know of her upcoming passing as well. On Saturday, May 4th we hosted a podcast for her as a subtle final farewell to the whole server. And on Sunday evening at 5 pm, me and Toby talked with her one last time in a private vc until she had to take her final leave from Discord. At 6 pm, me and Toby stayed on call listening to the Caretaker album fully (as we both had a big fascination for The Caretaker album, Everywhere At The End Of Time) as a sort of timer to let us know when she had passed, as we knew in 6 hours she would be sedated. At 1 am on Monday morning, The album finished. We both cried so hard it gave us headaches. I only got to really know her for a short time, but at that moment, she made such an impact on me and so many others in the PPT server and community. We had made art dedicated to her and I had even laid out a post for her. Everyone was mourning over Ari’s departure and for 4 days me and Toby were a MESS of emotions of grief. That was until I received a message from Toby on Thursday, May 9th, saying he needed to speak to me urgently in call. Toby told me that he had been watching Ari's activity and found something off with it as it had recently gone active a few times. I told him that maybe it was her friend having access to her account in her passing but Toby immediately showed me proof of the activity that's been going on in another server and on her Roblox account that she had. And that's when we needed proof or confirmation. For the past 4 hours, we did our research to find leads on her. We eventually found her school which apparently confirmed that she was 14, NOT 18, and we got in contact with her parents and asked them about Ari to which they were confused about this whole thing and told us that she was here. Which CONFIRMED that she was still ALIVE. We filled in on the parents for what Ari did and she is no longer going to have access to her electronics. We were both devastated at this point and absolutely furious. Everything we did for her, and the community, was all for nothing. She used and fooled us by a means to get attention and to specifically get in contact with Toby and be forward with him as a minor. We dedicated hours and days to her, mourned and cried for her, all for it to be crumbled down into a fake death. We were beyond disappointed, me especially as I don't take kindly to this sort of thing. I don't get mad. In fact, I try to be a kind person to everyone, but the fact someone would take advantage and play death like this to us for attention is disgusting and just wrong. I have moved on from this but please don't make this a big deal. They were 14 and this will not stop me from doing what I love for the PPT community or whatnot. It's just a life lesson I will take to heart and be careful to not put my full trust in someone unless I have clarification that they are indeed going through a death-like situation like this.

#Ask ALB #sorry its a lot but i think you guys need a solid clarification for this whole situation #Please for the love of god dont be like this person #dont play with death for attention...

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leilakisakabiri · 2 years ago

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Try Not To Laugh Challenge (Pedri)

Summary: You and Pedri are co-workers who are paired up to do a video for the Barcelona Instagram account - the only thing is you’re dating and both bad at hiding the feelings.

Warning(s): none

A/N: Please send in any requests if you have any.

Word Count: [2035]

You stared at the email in disbelief. Just your luck.

You were currently being asked by your manager to meet him on the training grounds to film a video for Barcelona’s Instagram page with Pedri.

Big no.

Originally, Gavi was supposed to film the video with him but had to cancel last minute as the shoot he was doing with Nike was taking longer than anticipated.

Because of the short notice, the players had already been sent home, with only Pedri remaining after practice.

This led to you getting an email from your manager to step up and take the role as you were the team’s social media intern.

You didn’t want to turn him down, one because he was your boss and technically you weren’t even sure if you could without getting fired, but two also because you hadn’t seen Pedri all week and a small part of your brain, that was filled with all the mushy gushy feelings missed him.

The two of you had met when you started your internship with Barcelona the summer prior, he had just been ending his second year as a professional, and you had just ended your second year of college, thus landing the internship as a result.

Initially, things had been pretty awkward between the two of you. You rarely ever saw the players, often being thrown headfirst into the research aspect of social media marketing, such as trying to predict trends and analyzing raw data. It wasn’t until 5 weeks later that you had your first encounter with the boy.

You had walked into the break room, which to be fair was more of a snack room than anything else, the tables filled with different assortments of food.

Once there you noticed that there was only one other person present. A brown-haired boy on the other end of the table, looking intently at what appeared to be muffins.

You chose to ignore him at first, deciding to see the spread of food the Barcelona staff had brought in for everyone today. Your eyes locked on the pizza, and your body filled with excitement.

You were a big fan of pizza.

There was only one slice left and it was calling your name.

You grabbed a plate and made your way over, reaching out, just as another hand stole the pizza.

You looked up, ready to fight for what was rightfully yours, making eye contact with the boy from earlier.

He spoke first “Oh my bad. Did you want that?”

You cleared your throat, ready to stake your claim, but instead only came up with “Oh no, no worries.”

God damn it Y/N. You really need to grow a backbone you thought.

The boy looked at you, “Are you sure, you can have it if you want.”

He held up the limp pizza and you both watched as the cheese slowly started to separate from the sauce.

“I’m good. Thanks.”

The boy nodded before moving along the line.

You looked back over at the food, you had skipped breakfast earlier this morning as your boss asked you to come in earlier than expected so you didn’t have time to grab anything.

As you were contemplating whether to eat a muffin or an apple your stomach began to growl.

You felt your cheeks grow hot as you desperately prayed the boy standing just a few feet away didn’t hear it.

“Okay, clearly you’re hungry. Just take the slice, really I don’t even want it, it’s bad for my diet.”

You wanted to die. You finally met someone who looked around your age and the first thing you did was embarrass yourself in front of them.

You turned around to face the boy, he was once again holding the pizza in his hand, but this time he was stretching it out to you as a peace offering.

You looked at him as he gave you a warm smile.

“Split it?” You asked.

The boy grinned, “For sure.”

After that, whenever you and Pedri saw each other in the hallways you always made sure to stop and say hello. Eventually, those hellos became walking with each other back to your respective cars whenever you ended at the same time. Those walks then became lunch breaks, and before you knew it you were spending so much time with Pedri, you were surprised no one else had picked up on it.

“What do you tell your teammates when they ask where you go?” you questioned, sitting beside him in the empty conference room as you shoveled yogurt into your mouth on a random Friday afternoon.

“I say that I’m talking to my mom.” he admits.

You laugh out loud, reaching over to hit his shoulder, “No way haha. They believe that?”

Pedri rubbed the spot where you hit him, pretending it hurt, “Well they’ve never questioned it.”

“Aww but doesn’t Gavi miss you?” You asked, making a kissy face with your lips, purposely trying to annoy him.

He groaned at your antics, pushing your legs that were rested on his lap away, “Oh fuck off. You know there isn’t anything going on.”

You giggled. Recently someone had started a rumor on the internet that Pedri and Gavi were madly in love and once you had caught wind of it you had brought it up every chance you could, never getting enough of Pedri’s angry face, which in all honesty did not look even the slightest bit intimidating.

“Can’t say the same for us.” Pedri spoke, effectively cutting off your giggles.

You straightened in your seat, “What?”

“Oh c’mon you clearly have a thing for me.” He spoke again.

This time you fully sat up. While it may have been true that you were harboring the slightest, and i mean the slightest of slight, feelings for Pedri, there was no way anyone was ever getting that out of you unless you were literally chained to a wall fighting for you life.

Maybe not even then.

“Not even a chance.” You huffed looking at him as he grinned back at you.

He leaned over, hands finding their way to your shoulders as he squeezed, “Awh c’mon Y/N you’re telling me you don’t even have the tiniest of feelings for me.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, “Why so curious? You got a crush on me or something?”

Now it was his turn to shrink away.

“What? No, of course not.”

“Then why are we talking about this?”

“Whatever.”

You peaked at him through the corner of your eye, you couldn’t tell if you were imagining it or not but you swore you saw the smallest tint of pink on his cheeks.

You were right, he definitely had a crush on you. That all led you to your current position now, where you and Pedri had been dating in secret for 6 months, not wanting to risk telling anyone and you losing your job, since it was against company policy for employees to date when there was a power difference, which in this case there was since Pedri was a player and you were an intern.

Debating it over in your head, you decided to go and just get it over with. You just hoped you and Pedri would be able to keep it undercover.

You both failed. Miserably. Throughout the shoot you kept feeling Pedri’s eyes on you when they shouldn’t have been. For example, when your manager was explaining the rules of the game behind the camera, you could feel Pedri’s gaze directed towards you, and when you turned to look at him, he gave you a smile that made your insides melt.

It had been just over a week since the two of you had last seen each other, with the team going off to compete in a different city for La Liga, and you staying back to keep up with work at home base. You weren’t even able to Facetime as there was never a time where both of you where free or away from everyone else.

You had missed him a lot, and it seemed he had missed you just as much.

“Ok so do you two understand the rules?” Your manager asked.

You gave him a thumbs up before turning to Pedri.

You both walked over to the water bottles, reaching down to collect them. With your backs turned to the camera, Pedri leaned over and whispered,

“I missed you this week. Wish you were with me.”

You sighed, glancing over at him, “Me too.”

You both parted before you could say anything else, standing opposite to each other after being handed flour tortillas.

“Ok so just try to hit each other with the tortilla’s and we’ll be good.”

You had a mouth full of water as you tried to communicate with Pedri about who should go first. The boy stared at you with a confused look.

You started doing the motions of rock, paper, scissors, and finally he understood.

You won, and started moving closer to Pedri with the tortilla raised as he kept moving backwards.

You had to choke back a laugh as he almost tripped over a lighting wire, turning your body away from him and closing your eyes so you wouldn’t have to see the look on his face.

You urged him back towards you, and he took hesitant steps forward.

You pretended to be surprised, and looked at something over his shoulder pointing for him to look.

Stupid boy. Literally the most classic trick in the book.

As he was mid turn you slapped him with the tortilla on his cheek, the noise of water sprurting out of his mouth and silence that followed after sending you into hysterics.

The water spilled out of your mouth as you laughed, “Oh my god, I can’t believe you fell for that!”

Pedri glared at you before giving you a light push as you leaned over trying to catch your breath.

“This is what I get for trusting you.”

You stood back up, tapping his cheek empathetically, “You’ll survive.”

He pulled your hand away from his face, but let his hand rest in yours for a second too long before he dropped it.

“I’ll get you back for that.” He warned once again taking his position across from you.

You smiled sweetly at him, “I’d like to see you try.”

The game went on like that for another 2 rounds before your manager called it quits saying that there was enough footage to post.

You were drenched from head to toe when he had finally called cut, and you had a disgusted look on your face. During the last round, Pedri had purposely lost and spit water all of your face.

You had shrieked jumping away from him, but he grabbed your wrists trapping you from getting too far as he drenched you.

“Pedri Ew! So gross!” You groaned once he finished giving you a mini shower.

He gave you a cheeky smile, “Told you I would get you back.”

You rolled your eyes turning to face the camera, “Can we be done yet?”

Your manager laughed behind the camera, “All good.”

You smiled once more at the camera before saying bye and letting Pedri finish off the video.

Once everything had wrapped and you had dried yourself, Pedri came over to you.

“That was fun!”

You groaned, walking alongside him as you made your way to your cars, “For you maybe.”

“Oh c’mon Y/N, don’t be a sore loser.” He retorted, bumping your shoulder with his.

“I didn’t even lose!” You exclaimed.

Pedri’s eyes twinkled at he looked at you, “That’s not the way I remember it at all.”

“Then you must have amnesia.”

He laughed at your comment, “You know what would probably cure it?”

“Hmm?”

“Some kisses.”

You once again rolled your eyes at Pedri’s cheesy words, but felt your self smile regardless.

“Fine, but you get nothing if I beat you to your car.” You shouted already taking off in a sprint.

You heard Pedri yell after you before he started chasing you, “Not fair!”

You laughed to yourself, feeling so grateful that you had found someone who was just like you.

#pedri #pedri imagine #pedri imagines #pedri headcanon #pedro gonzalez #pedro gonzalez imagine #fc barça #barcelona #pedri angst #pedri fluff #pedri x reader #pedri one shot #football #football imagine #pedriimagine #pedrioneshot #gaviimagine #pablo gavi

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luna-writes-stuff · 1 year ago

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Time In A Bottle, Astarion

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Fanfic, gn! reader

Hurt/comfort, fluff

Word count: 2584

Tw: pls it’s so difficult to write for BG3, idk how y’all do this. Looming anxiety, act II. Mentions of alcohol/local drunks (you’re a tavern keeper). No race, gender, or class specified. One (1) innuendo, but it’s hidden.

Summary: Travelling through the Shadowlands seemed to bring more anxiety than you would have initially anticipated. In the Last Light Inn you’re all caught up in your head when Astarion finds you. Trying his best to soothe you, you discuss whatever the future holds once you’re finally free.

Requested by @bogginswritings

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“If I could save time in a bottle The first thing that I'd like to do Is to save every day 'til eternity passes away Just to spend them with you.”

He never believed in fate. Hell, if fate had been real, it had been terribly cruel to him. And fate had always been a positive daydream. Never of the material only seen in your nightmares. Thus - fate was a lie. It was purely a coincidence that you happened to be everywhere he was.

Yes, just a coincidence that you happened to meet him whilst a gang of thieves tried to sneak up on him. You hadn’t even known the elf, but part of you had urged you to step in and pretend to know him. You couldn’t quite tell how or why, and though he seemed perfectly capable of handling himself, you had stepped in, dragging him by his arm into clear sight - away from the shady alley he had found himself in. Besides a short introduction and a brief nod of gratitude, you didn’t exchange many words.

But then you met him later in a bar. By rights you shouldn’t have even remembered his face, but somehow you did. And he did as well. Finding him somewhat owing you some form of gratitude he had treated you to a drink, and you started a short conversation.

Then, again, you wouldn’t see him for weeks, until stumbling back into him upon market squares, theatres, libraries, and harbours. The more you saw him, the more you found yourself longing to see him again. You had never hoped to see him on an alien ship, though.

It was a brief glimpse, a wandering eye over a room you weren’t meant to see, but your eyes caught his figure in a pod for a second. Then, everything had gone dark.

Having come across him after your escape, it seemed logical to stick with him - he had been the person you knew the best. But what initially started out as sheer survival instincts and panic had begun to grow into something similar to fondness. A feeling he couldn’t deny either. Be that as it may, you both remained silent about it. There were more pressing matters in your head, both literally and figuratively.

“If I could make days last forever. If words could make wishes come true. I'd save every day like a treasure, and then Again, I would spend them with you.”

Bravery had been your growing companion the close you got to Moonrise Towers and salvation. But it had begun to waver the second you had stepped foot into the Shadowlands. Words could not express your gratitude once you found the Last Light Inn, but the pressing urgency of complete darkness never once faltered from your mind. Your eyes couldn’t seem to tear from it either, as your frame sat on a lone balcony, staring into the abyss outside the dome, silent stares giving you glares back, washing shivers up your spine. You had already been on edge, so when Astarion decided to sit down next to you without as much as alerting you of his presence, you couldn’t help the panicked skip in the beat of your heart.

“Great mother of-“ You shrieked, clutching your chest as you forced yourself to halt your words. “Astarion, don’t do that.” “Oh, but I do love to scare you,” He replied through a laugh, letting his legs fall between the bars, dangling over the tiny river below. You didn’t reply to him. It wasn’t the first time he scared you, but unlike then, you couldn’t find yourself appreciating the gesture anymore.

“You’re no fun,” He sighed when you failed to respond. “Too caught up in this looming death thing?” “Well, yes,” You affirmed. “We don’t have any sense of direction here and the shadows have eyes - quite literally. So, yes. I am ‘too caught up in this looming death thing’.” Taken aback by your quick fire of words, he leaned back a little. “We have our fairy friend.” He tried to console. “Ah, yes,” You agreed. “That’ll teach them.”

A scoff of entertainment came from him as he gently observed you. The trail his eyes made over your body sent a slight shiver down your spine, but you pushed it away. “I sense a faint scent of stress on you.” He spoke. “Truly?” You asked, raising your eyebrows in mock-surprise. “Then, I shall indulge you: there is panic, fear, and loneliness also.” “That sounds awful.” Astarion commented, causing you to shrug, your eyes falling back into the darkness in front of you. He seemed so calm - almost at peace: “How are you so okay with all of this?”

There was a beat of silence before he spoke. “Well, someone has to keep the spirits up in this group.” You nodded once, a faint smile on your face. “Tremendous job you’re doing at that. I am quite sure Gale will break down once the first person asks him how he's doing.” “He is going to blow himself up.” Astarion mumbled, tilting his shoulder from side to side in understanding. You cast him a look over your shoulder. “Don’t sugarcoat it.”

“But there never seems to be enough time To do the things you want to do once you find them.”

He was quiet for a while, watching your eyes stare at nothing, the absence of light almost reflecting on your face. “If it helps,” He began. “I don’t like it either.” Furrowing your eyebrows together, you looked back at him. “Gale blowing up?” “What? No.” He said quickly, before shaking his head. “I mean - I don’t like it, no, but that is not what I meant.”

You sighed. As much as some tried to deny it, you had grown very fond of your travelling group, and you were almost certain the feeling was mutual. You hated to think of what would happen if the tadpoles were to transform you - or what would happen if you managed to actually get them out of your heads. You might never see Astarion again. He’d get his revenge and vanish, free to do his own bidding. You couldn’t blame him for it, but the thought hurt all the same.

“I hate it here too,” The elf admitted. “It has this sense of emptiness. Feeds into loneliness.” You didn’t dare to ask him more of it. You knew his struggles and buttons, but you weren’t going to push them now. Not when there was too much going on in your head as it was. Thus, you tried to change the topic: “If we manage to somehow survive everything, what is to become of you?”

The elf gave you a curious look. His eyes - however - hardened slightly, before they fell to the bannisters in front of him. “I think you know.” “I mean,” You tried. “After you have had your peace. What will you do?” That seemed to make him think for a while. You were grateful for the harpers talking in the yard - you could not have dealt with absolute silence now. “Whatever I want.” Astarion finally revealed, almost struggling with the words. “To not have to obey one's commands or wishes would be something…” His voice trailed off, trying to find the right words. “New,” He settled on. “I wouldn’t know what I’d do now. That is all for later.”

Then, his eyes met yours, an unknown glint within them, the hint of a smirk on his face - a drastic change to his expression seconds earlier. “Why?” At his look and undertone, your face heated up slightly, your eyes involuntarily dwindling down to your hands, which had grasped each other in light anxiety. “Just a question.” You justified.

“I've looked around enough to know That you're the one I want to go through time with.”

You could hear his chuckle, his eyes never leaving your form. “I see.” He answered, “What is to become of you when we survive?” Coughing up the uncomfortable feeling in the back of your throat, you shrugged nonchalantly. “Back to Baldur’s Gate.” You answered truthfully. “I had a life there - a job. Friends and family who might still live.” A sudden jolt of daring shot through you as you forced your head to rise, a cheeky grin now covering your face. “Why?” He could laugh at that, following your words as he shrugged. “Just a question.”

A second, comfortable silence followed. You ignored the irregular beating of your heart of Astarion’s eyes almost drilling holes into the side of your skull. Had it always been so abnormally hot?

Shifting under his gaze, you turned slightly, now giving him your full attention. “Won’t it get boring?” You dared to ask, taking him by surprise. “I’m sorry?” He returned, unsure of what you were asking or what you were insinuating. A frantic knock against his chest from the inside was forced down as you continued to speak: “You’ll live forever,” “Well, not exactly forever,” He interrupted. “I’m not invincible.” “You have no plan for the future, so you intend to wander alone forever?”

That question took him aback. Sure, he had fantasised about what his life would be like once he was finally free, but there never had been a solid plan or bucket list. Just a handful of things he longed to do - such as swim or walk under sunlight without growing uncomfortable, but these weren’t life plans. These were simple goals.

“Well, there’s no one I can really share it with, is there?” He questioned, trying to bruh the matter off, as if he hadn’t wondered about it himself. “Of course, there are brief entertainments, but no… settlements.” The hint in his voice caused your shoulders to lower slightly, a small amount of defeat watching over your back staring, staring at you menacingly. You pretended it didn’t bother you, though. Instead, you smiled for him, another shrug passing you as you leaned your head to the side.

“I suppose.”

“If I had a box just for wishes And dreams that had never come true. The box would be empty Except for the memory of how they were answered by you.”

“And you, then?” He returned, matching the gesture on your face. “Cursed to spend your life being wed off to some low life farmer?” You chuckled at him, shaking your head in dismissal as you recounted your working days in a local tavern, serving visitors and locals ale whilst they would rant and talk about everything. It was something you never thought you’d find yourself missing. But those now appeared to be the simpler days, and the longer your travel became, the more you find yourself urging to go back to those days, having taken nothing for granted.

“More like cursed to spend my life aiding drunks.” You commented, a fond smile on your face as you silently recounted all those times you had to throw out old drunks. Bothers then, that seemed to be a daydream now. “That sounds dull.” Astarion dismissed, not at all pleased with the image of you having to throw out drunks who might have been twice your size.

“No,” You returned sarcastically. “Wandering the planes of this world on your own for all eternity sounds lovely.” “Again, not for all eternity.” The elf corrected, but you ignored it, ranting off your bothers with eternity: “Everyone you know will be dead by the time your end comes, so it might as well be eternity.” You swallowed harshly as you processed your words, casting him a sorrowful look. “I’m sorry,” You apologised. “That sounded harsh.” But instead of a frown, that ever-apparent smirk was still on his face: “Don’t fret, darling. I’ll visit your tavern until the day you die.” “Oh, I really hope I won’t serve my entire life there.”

Both of you laughed at that, your arms falling against the bannisters as you leaned against it, resting your head on the side, directed Astarion’s way. He simply looked at you, almost seeming hesitant - carefully choosing out his next words.

“You don’t have to.” He settled on. You didn’t quite catch his underlying meaning. “Maybe you don’t, but most of us have to participate in society.” “No interest in wandering the planes of this world?” That caught you off-guard. Sure, he has flirted with you before, but never with the intention of starting something serious. You weren’t sure if you were imagining this. Perhaps you were. Best to laugh it off: “With you?” You feigned humour. “Where’d I get my happiness from?” “Oh, you’re hilarious.” The elf mocked, but his voice turned serious again. “You wouldn’t want to travel the world?” “Of course I would,” You confessed quickly. “But with what money?”

“But there never seems to be enough time To do the things you want to do once you find them.”

Silence once more. Astarion hadn’t really worried about money before, even when he was still a normal elf. Wealth had become relatively easy for him, whether he wanted it or not.

“You know, once I’m done with everything, I’ll have enough money to accompany me for decades. Money wouldn’t be an issue.” Nope, you weren’t imagining things. If you were, this had been a terribly cruel joke. He would have never spoken like this if he had no intention of keeping his promises. And though you would have loved to join him, the glum setting of your current journey had drowned your spirits slightly.

“Well, there is the precious issue concerning time. We don’t have the same time.” He could see the conflict and pain in your eyes, but - as always - he seemed to have already prepared his next line: “I have a very easy answer to that.” “Oh, that’s kinky.” You tried to brush off, pros and cons silently ticking off in your head. “Don’t tempt me, darling.” He returned in a low voice. You sighed at that, your gaze falling back upon the distance, only now from the side. “Astarion,” You muttered. “I’d love to. But I have a family out there. You’re important to me, but I can’t just disappear from them forever.”

He understood. Well, maybe not entirely, but he knew it would be a big matter for you. It would have been for everyone. Everyone but him. He knew how important your life was, and as his had been taken too early, he could only imagine what it would be like to that to another. “So, we’ll take care of your stupid drunks for a couple years. Then, we can leave.” He convinced, drawing a chuckle out of you. “That’s romantic.”

Taking you by surprise, his hand fell upon yours, which had been clutching the bannister. “I just want to spend it with you.” He spoke sincerely. No laugh, no smile, no crinkle by his eyes. There was nothing but truth and resilience in his words. You grew weak at the simple touch, but it was his face which drew you over the line: “If we live, I’ll help you get your revenge. We’ll see what happens afterwards.”

He couldn’t suppress the smile on his face, his fingers squeezing your hands once, before letting go, a dramatic groan coursing through him. “Ugh, an eternity with you?” “You brought it up.” You countered. Again, his hand found yours, this time intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Darling, I can’t wait.”

“I've looked around enough to know That you're the one I want to go through time with.”

#november writings 2023 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #Astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader

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oldiesstationlover11607 · 3 months ago

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For you - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph x Reader

Warnings: angst and cliffhanger ending, tyler crying :(

Word Count: 1710

Summary: A few weeks after graduating high school you break the news to your best friend Tyler that you're leaving Columbus.

Summer 2006

Tyler and I had been friends since we were six, and nothing ever changed between us. It had been two weeks since we’d graduated high school, and we’d decided to go on a road trip. While most of our friends had already chosen which colleges they wanted to attend, neither Tyler nor I had made a final decision yet—except I’d just made mine that morning.

We’d parked our car at the entrance to a forest about an hour from Columbus and walked into the greenery. It was a warm day, so I was wearing a t-shirt I’d gotten on a Disney World trip with Tyler and my family, and he was wearing a black muscle shirt that showed off the tattoos he’d gotten the day we graduated, the ink still vibrant.

“I still can’t believe you got those,” I laughed, closing the car door.

“I still can’t believe my mom didn’t kill me the second she saw them,” he quipped, leading the way to the trail. “Have you thought much about what you’re going to do now that we’re done with school?”

I knew he was going to ask that question. I’d deliberately chosen not to tell him when I saw him that morning. When he realized I wasn’t answering, he turned around and looked at me, giving me a look that screamed, “I can read your mind.” His hair was short, initially buzzed to keep it out of his face for basketball, but it had grown out since. I looked into his eyes, which compelled me to tell him everything; the look on his face begged, “Please.”

“Come on, Ty. We don’t need to talk about that right now,” I muttered and continued to walk on until he grabbed my hand.

“Don’t hide things from me, Y/N. We don’t do that,” he said. I pulled my hand out of his grip and let out a loud sigh. He had a point. I’d never kept a secret from Tyler, and when I did have one, he was the first person I told. We were always vulnerable with each other, too. Whenever he was struggling, he’d come and talk to me. He’d even share his music with me despite feeling embarrassed about it because he was ‘supposed to be a jock.’

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

He laughed at that. “How on earth would you hurt me? It’s not like you’re leaving, right?” I didn’t say anything. I stood there staring at him with a saddened look on my face, which seemed to be contagious. “It’s not like you’re leaving, right?” he repeated.

“Tyler…” I reached out to him, but he moved away. My worst fear had come true. He hated me.

“You promised me… you said you’d always be here for me, Y/N. You know I need you!” His eyes quickly turned glossy with tears welling up. I had promised that. But I also knew that I couldn’t always be there for him.

“I only got into one school, Ty! What else am I supposed to do? You know I want to do film,” I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

“You’re supposed to stay in Columbus with me!” he shouted back, two tears running down his face.

“It’s gonna to be okay, Tyler,” I moved closer to him, and the tears started pouring down his face, prompting me to bring him into a tight embrace. He started sobbing, bringing the reality of how much I meant to him to the front of my mind. I really hadn’t thought we were that close. He pulled away slightly from me and looked desperately into my eyes, his hands coming up and cupping my face in the most intimate way he’d ever treated me.

“I need you, Y/N. Don’t leave me alone.” I leant my forehead against his, my right hand cupping the back of his head.

“I’m sorry, Ty,” I whispered, closing my eyes. This was the moment he decided to press his lips to mine in a quick kiss, the saltiness of his tears bringing a depression to an otherwise desperate attempt to make me his. His lips were softer than I had expected them to be. I’d known Tyler through both of his high school girlfriends, and he’d never treated any of them like this before. I pulled away from the kiss, my eyes searching for some kind of explanation.

“Stay with me. I love you,” he pleaded.

“You know I can’t,” I responded, “but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you too.”

We spent the rest of the day walking through the forest and talking about the future. I’d decided to move to California and attend UCLA’s Film School on an arts scholarship. He still didn’t know what to do now that school was over; basketball was his life in school, but he didn’t want to keep doing it forever. We’d ultimately decided to make the most of the summer and make memories while we could, which resulted in a summer romance between us—the very thing I least expected when I’d woken up that morning.

The day I left for California was hard on Tyler, but I’d made sure to prepare him.

“Are you sure you have to go?” he asked, sitting on my bed while I packed my bags.

“You already know the answer to that. But you know we’ll text every day,” I looked up at him. We’d agreed to end the relationship when I left; four years on the other side of the country would make a serious relationship between us impossible, and we didn’t want to break up on bad terms. “Hey, don’t you have that music thing next week?” Tyler had met some people over the summer who were in local bands and had started attending gigs on the weekends.

“Yeah, but I’ll be too depressed missing you to write anything at the damn workshop,” he’d now rolled over onto his back and was looking at me upside down off the edge of the bed. We both knew that every second we had would be our last, and it was bringing the feeling in the room down.

“I’m proud of you, Ty. You know that, right?” He rolled back onto his stomach and jumped up in front of me.

“Yeah, I know, babe,” he used the one nickname I’d earned over the summer. He was the only one to ever call me that, and I loved him for it.

“I mean it. You’re going places.” I smiled up at him before pulling him in for a final hug. He pressed a kiss to my right temple before whispering, “I’m gonna miss you so much.”

“I love you,” I whispered back before pulling away to grab my suitcase and getting into my car. “Text me every day, Ty, and never ever stop dreaming.”

Summer 2012

I hadn’t spoken to Tyler in three years. He stopped texting me as we both got busier with school and work. The last I’d heard from him, he had formed a band with two of his community college friends, but in a call from my mom, she had told me it wasn’t working out. Other than the occasional call with my mom, I had no idea what was going on back home. For the last few years, I’d worked in the film industry as both a writer and director for short films, but no big projects had come out of it. I was sitting in my apartment eating breakfast on my first Saturday off in a month, ironically scrolling through my emails. Everything was from producers, except for one email from an address I was unfamiliar with: “Reel Bear Media.” I laughed at the film pun before opening the email addressed to “Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Dear Y/N Y/L/N,

My name is Mark. You don’t know me, but I’ve heard a lot about you from one of my clients. I’m well aware that you’re currently based in Los Angeles, California, but I have a work opportunity I’d like to offer you. I currently work as a content producer for an Ohio band with a small but rapidly growing fan base. I’d like to offer you the job (at the request of the front man) as a touring videographer for the band ‘Twenty One Pilots.’ I’ve attached my contact information and some of my photos if you’re interested.

I look forward to hearing from you,

Mark Eshleman”

I scrolled down to look at the attached photo file to come face to face with the boy—now man—I hadn’t seen in around six years.

He’d finally done it. Tyler had finally had the opportunity to make his music. He’d met someone–who I was sure he got along well with–who could truly help him succeed. I pulled out my phone and dialled the saved number I had for Tyler, praying that he hadn’t changed his it. It rang once, twice, I looked at the clock to make sure the time zones were right, three times.

“Hello?”

“Tyler?” I crossed my fingers, hoping it was him.

“Hi Y/N. It’s been a long time hasn’t it?” the sound of his voice had changed, deeper than the last time I’d heard it. I could hear the sound of his smirk, confidence sounded good on him.

“I got the email from Mark. I can’t believe you remembered I did film, let alone even thought of me,” I spoke, the tone of surprise very clearly sounding through the phone. I could hear his laugh come through the speaker.

“Of course I thought of you. There’s very little I wouldn’t do for you baby.”

I grinned hearing the nickname for the first time since I left.

“I take it you’re coming then?”

I nodded, knowing he can’t see me at all but knew exactly what I’m doing. “Flights are booked then. Be at LAX at 12pm and Josh and I will be at the airport in Columbus as soon as you land.” I couldn’t believe he had the power to book plane tickets that quickly and pick exactly who he wanted as part of his project.

“I'm so excited to see you! I just know Josh is gonna love you,” he spoke.

“Sorry, who’s Josh?”

A/N: I really really loved writing this one. It went from something I wasn't too sure about into something super cute ngl. I'll probably write a part two if people want it so make sure to either request it in the question box or comment below if you're keen. Also, please don't repost my writing onto other platforms because I do work hard to come up with these stories!

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yongility · 6 months ago

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NEO TV # ROCKABYE (taeyong x reader, slightly yuta x reader) 3/?.

genre: single dad au, ceo au, fluff, slightly angst, smut. nurse au.

warnings: adult language, death mentions,taeyong's mom is kinda mean. idk there's not a lot of warning for this one.

word count: 8k (not proofread!!!)

a/n: if you want to be in the taglist, just lemme know;) enjoy!

Second month.

Week one, Saturday.

(Y/N)'s gaze lifted momentarily after hearing the notification from her phone, she stretched her arm to grab the device in her hands and smiled slightly as she read the text content, biting her lip softly, amused.

Taeyong.

"Well, so has Mr. Daddy finally deigned to send you a message?" a voice interrupted her trance, and she turned her head to see the person who had just sat beside her.

"Ew, Ten. What do you mean by Mr. Daddy?" she asked with a laugh.

"What's wrong with that? The guy is totally a DILF*, I saw him the week he was coming by, I mean, guy in his twenties, attractive, with more than triple the money we can earn in a year... single and with a daughter," the guy recounted, counting off on his fingers the descriptions of Taeyong. "Sweetheart, if that's not your weakness, it's definitely mine," he finished, taking a sip of his coffee and giving her a playful smile.

"Oh my god, Chittaphon. At least, make your daddy issues a bit more discreet," she said, lightly hitting his arm while shaking her head and laughing.

Ten burst into laughter, throwing his head back as he stroked his own arm, then said, "Well, the point is, he's sent you a text, right? Has he asked you out?" he asked.

"Hmm, yes. I ran into him on Thursday at the supermarket and he invited me for coffee," the nurse replied, looking at the food in front of her, and her friend noticed how her cheeks turned crimson.

"It's about time you had a date."

"Who's having a date?"

A voice in front of them made both of them turn their gaze in that direction, finding Dr. Yuta walking towards their table with a mischievous smile and holding his coffee in one hand.

"No one."

"(Y/N)” Ten and the brunette replied in unison, and upon hearing the guy's response, she widened her eyes and looked at him, shaking her head.

"Oh, so did I lost?" Yuta asked playfully. (Y/N) shook her head again, this time quickly, and cleared her throat.

"No. It's not a date," she turned to her friend and then to the doctor in front of them, "it's just someone thanking another person for a favor they did. That's all," she replied, glancing at her own hands, feeling embarrassed.

"Hmm, okay," the Japanese muttered, "but I still feel offended that someone else managed to take you out before me. I'm quite competitive, especially when it comes to someone as beautiful as you," with a flirtatious smile, Yuta took a sip of his coffee, and (Y/N) choked on her own drink.

"Oh, I better go. I don't want to be involved in any love triangles," Ten spoke, getting up from his seat, "good luck with your date," the guy added, laughing quietly and walking out of the hospital cafeteria.

"Chittaphon!" (Y/N) exclaimed, watching her friend walk away and covering her face slightly with her hands, feeling embarrassed by the words that had come out of his mouth.

"So... if that date doesn't work out... can I take you out?"

Yuta Nakamoto had recently arrived in Seoul. After graduating from one of the top universities in Tokyo and being one of the top students in his class, it wasn't difficult for him to immediately find a job thanks to the recommendations from his close teachers and doctors.

The trip to Korea had been a bit chaotic for the guy. Firstly, because of the abrupt weather he had encountered that day, which caused his flight to be delayed for a couple of hours, then upon arrival, with his minimal experience with Hangul, it was initially difficult for him to communicate. However, after many books, hundreds of YouTube channels, and a tutor, Yuta began to master the language a little more.

The Japanese still remembered his first day as the new pediatrician at Seoul General Hospital; as soon as he set foot in the large hallway of the maternity care area, all eyes turned to him. And how could they not? With his handsomeness, he stole glances as soon as he arrived. He was the new talk among all the nurses and interns. Yuta stood out among all the other doctors, perhaps because of his good looks or his youth, perhaps because he was a foreigner or because he was very flirtatious. However, Yuta's gaze was fixed on one person from day one, and it was the nurse in front of him, and no matter how much he wanted to find the reasons why... he couldn't.

But there he was, hoping that someday he could properly ask her out.

"Yuta... I won't have a date," the girl clarified with a small smile, "and I've been waiting for that coffee from this café you talked about since the day Kaeyoon was discharged," she finished with a giggle and could see the big smile spreading on the doctor's face.

"I'll take you to a place better than this café, I promise," he winked.

The girl sighed in mock surprise and opened her mouth, "A better place than the break room café? Is that possible?" she joked, earning a laugh from the doctor, who nodded happily and reached his hand to caress hers, an action that caused the nurse's breath to catch for a few seconds as she looked into his eyes.

"You'll be surprised."

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With one last look at his daughter in his arms and a small kiss on her forehead, Taeyong handed Sun Hee over to Johnny, who carefully held and gently rocked her after the baby let out a small whimper, not feeling her father's warmth.

"If my mother weren't busy, believe me, I wouldn't leave my daughter with you guys," Taeyong clarified, looking at the three guys in front of him and sighing lightly.

May the universe take care of your daughter, because your friends...

"You have no faith in us, Taeyong," Jaehyun muttered with furrowed brows. "We're the best uncles Sun Hee has!"

"You're the only uncles Sun Hee has," the father specified, shaking his head. "Just take good care of Sun Hee, it shouldn't be a problem; I've given her formula before you arrived and I've prepared another one that just needs to be warmed up if you need it. She'll probably sleep for the rest of the afternoon, but if she wakes up crying, give her a bottle or her pacifier," he explained, taking his jacket and putting it on, grabbing his keys, phone, and wallet to put them in his pants and jacket pockets, then looking at his friends. "Don't make too much noise, I know how you guys get when you're together, if you let her sleep in the bed, put pillows around her, but not too close to her that she could suffocate!" Listing things with his hand, the three guys watched him attentively. "Sun Hee likes to be held if she's about to wake up, so do it and cuddle her. If she wakes up and cries, you can play lullabies in the background, apparently they calm her down somehow," he paused for a second to think. "Oh! And if..."

"Taeyong, calm down," Doyoung stopped him. "You're leaving for a few hours, not for a year. Sun Hee will be fine. We'll take good care of her. It's us."

"That's what I'm afraid of," the guy confessed, letting out a heavy sigh.

"Oh, come on! As if we don't know the basics of taking care of a baby, I remind you that Doyoung has been an uncle before," Jaehyun explained, sitting on the couch and leaning back on it.

"Alright... just... if anything happens, call me right away, and I'll come as soon as possible, okay?"

"Yes, Taeyong! We'll call you, now go and enjoy your date," Johnny spoke while continuing to rock little Sun Hee and giving his friend a warm smile.

"It's not a date," Taeyong clarified as he turned around to walk towards the door of his apartment.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say."

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With a slight tilt of her head, the girl's gaze fell on the window next to her, admiring the complete panorama. Snow was falling lightly on the streets of Seoul, decorating what were once cherry blossom trees and covering them with a thin layer of ice. Then, she could see a couple of families walking together. Some couples. Someone accompanied by their pet. Some children running excitedly as they scooped up some snow from the sidewalk to play with and enjoy a great time.

A melancholic smile spread across her face. Remembering the time when she was still a child and she and her siblings would get excited as soon as the snow season arrived in the city, when her family was complete. When her father was still with them and when no responsibility weighed on her shoulders. It was simply about enjoying the moment, and now, longing for it with all her might.

With a sigh, she dispelled those memories, taking her gaze away from the window and turning to the package on the table. She ran her hand over it and nodded with a half-smile, then the door of the café made a small ding, causing the girl's gaze to focus on that point and staying in place as she saw how handsome Taeyong looked that afternoon.

It was impossible for him to look so good every time they met.

Especially when his teeth showed through his smile as he approached the table where the girl was sitting. The girl got up from her seat and both bowed their heads in a slight bow, silently, they sat each in their respective place and looked at each other shyly.

"Haven't you forgotten something?" the girl asked slightly confused, which also confused Taeyong, who frowned.

"Something?"

"Yes. A small one," she replied and Taeyong slightly opened his mouth.

"Oh, are you talking about Sun Hee?" he questioned and she nodded slightly. "Oh, I thought... I thought it would be good if we went out alone... Sun Hee... is at my apartment with Johnny, Jaehyun, and Doyoung. I'm sorry," he muttered.

"Oh no! No, no. I'm completely fine with that, it's just that... I've brought this for Sun Hee," the girl commented, stretching out the package from the guy to hand it over. "It's just a small gift, not much, but I thought of Sun Hee when I saw it," she explained with a smile. "You can open it if you want, it's not like Sun Hee can do it," they both laughed and the guy with the package in his hands began to open it carefully, then he took out a onesie with rose and heart prints and letters printed that said "daddy's girl" right in the middle.

"Since that time in the hospital, I knew Sun Hee would be a daddy's girl, for some reason, sometimes parents take longer to make a connection with their children... I've seen it a lot in maternity care, but with you... I don't know. It seems like you connected as soon as you had her in your arms, I'm really glad Sunnie has someone like you as a father. I know you'll give her the best," she confessed as her cheeks turned crimson and she shrunk in her seat slightly, shyly.

Taeyong's throat threatened to knot and he swallowed hard to avoid it because whenever someone talked about his fatherhood or whenever he remembered the day he had truly experienced love, his heart shrank because he never thought that something as unexpected as Sunnie would fill his heart and soul completely.

"Thank you... really thank you. You didn't have to do this," he sincerely thanked.

"But I wanted to. I bet Sun Hee will look great in it," she affirmed with a smile, which was followed by Taeyong's.

"It will be the clothing she wears the most," they both chuckled softly, "would you like to order something?"

Talking between them seemed natural. As if they had gone out together before. Although there was a bit of shyness at first from both sides... it vanished as the conversation progressed. Taeyong liked listening to her and hearing her talk about growing up as the middle sister, how those afternoons of her childhood turned into countless adventures with her brothers. He liked hearing her talk about how she became interested in her career and how she developed a love for the pediatric area while growing up working at a small daycare a few blocks away from that same café.

And (Y/N) liked hearing about how passionate Taeyong was about his work, even when at first in his life he didn't know that was what he wanted for himself. She liked hearing him talk about his incredible travels around the world and all the things he managed to learn before he was 26, earning a little admiration from the girl, who found herself smiling throughout.

And in the eyes of anyone in that café, Taeyong and (Y/N)'s table seemed like a table of two young people deeply interested in each other, because it only took the wise eyes of one person to see it in the gaze of each and what they expressed.

But being able to genuinely and properly notice it always took time.

"I swear you should have seen his face. Johnny had never changed a diaper in his life," the guy finished telling the story as he let out a laugh.

"Oh, and what about you, mister who looks up tutorials on YouTube on how to change his own daughter's diaper?" she defended jokingly, earning a fake offended expression from the guy.

"For your information, I like to do my own research."

"Yeah, sure," she replied, rolling her eyes slightly before ending with a smile.

"It's been really nice this afternoon," Taeyong confessed with a small sparkle in his eyes. "I think it's the most relaxed I've felt in a while, I mean, with all this parenthood stuff, it's sometimes hard for me to take a break... I think it's the first time I've been away from Sun Hee for so long and even though she's with the guys, I don't feel pressured to come back so soon, I think I can start to step out of my comfort zone," he admitted. "Don't take it the wrong way, spending time with Sun Hee is one of the things I enjoy the most, but the time for me has been so reduced that I...," he sighed, "I just appreciate that you accepted my invitation."

The guy's words touched something inside the nurse, who with a warm smile, dared to place her hand on his, which rested on the table, and give it a little squeeze, as a show of support.

"I'm glad I accepted. You're a great guy, Taeyong, and I'm sure you'll be a great dad. Sun Hee is very lucky."

At the precise moment Taeyong would respond to that comment, the sound of his phone interrupted him. Moving his hand away from the girl's and immediately feeling an absence of warmth; Taeyong took the phone in his hands to answer the call: "Doyoung? Is something wrong? Is everything okay?" he asked quickly, catching the girl's attention.

"Yes... no... well, I don't know," Doyoung quickly replied, "Sun Hee has been awake and crying for a while... we've tried everything, lullabies... even Jaehyun tried singing to her," the guy continued, "but I think Sunnie has a fever, she's a little irritable."

Taeyong closed his eyes for a moment and got up from his seat, which was followed by the girl.

"I'm sorry, Taeyong, I wouldn't interrupt your date if it wasn't necessary, but we don't know what to do anymore," the guy apologized.

"No, it's okay, Doyo. Don't worry, I... I'll be right there. I'll be there in fifteen minutes," he affirmed, ending the call and turning his gaze to the girl, who was slightly worried.

"What's wrong? Did something happen to Sun Hee?" she asked with concern.

"Umh, I... I'm sorry. I don't know what happened, it seems like Sunnie has a fever... I should go... I'm so sorry. Aish, I knew it wasn't good to leave her alone..."

"No, no, no, don't worry, Taeyong. It's probably just a little cold, the weather is cold. Do you want me to come with you? I'd like to help if I can."

"I don't want to bother..."

"You're not bothering, neither you nor Sun Hee. I thought I had already clarified that," she said firmly.

"Thank you, really thank you."

The way to the apartment was a bit silent, with Taeyong driving impatiently and (Y/N) reminding him to calm down from time to time and by the time both were in front of the apartment; Taeyong entered hastily upon hearing his daughter's cries. The nurse followed him, earning a couple of glances from the guys in the apartment.

The guy immediately took the little one from Johnny's arms and brought his hand to the baby's forehead, where he could feel a slight warmth emanating from her. He turned to (T/N) with concern, who approached them and imitated the guy's action.

"I can call someone, I have a friend who is a pediatrician, maybe he can come. Sun Hee surely has a cold, but it would be better if someone gives her a check-up to know how to take care of her," she commented, receiving an immediate nod from Taeyong. Moving away from the guys, (Y/N) took her phone to continue her call and after a couple of tones, she could hear a familiar voice: "Yuta? I'm sorry to call you right now, but you're not on duty, right? Do you think you can come to this address?" After explaining the situation a bit, Yuta agreed and assured her that they would meet there in a few minutes.

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A couple of minutes flew by for Johnny, Jaehyun, Doyoung, and (T/N), but it felt like an eternity before the apartment doorbell rang, and the girl approached to open it, finding Yuta standing in front of her, already smiling warmly.

"I'm sorry for interrupting your Saturday, Yuta," the girl immediately apologized as she stepped aside to let him in.

"Oh, don't worry about that. You know I'd do anything for you, love," he assured her, and Taeyong was greatly surprised when he managed to hear those words over his daughter's whimpering, who was still trying to calm her down.

And he couldn't help but notice the blush on the girl's cheeks when she turned to him.

Clearing her throat, (Y/N) approached the doctor and spoke: "Taeyong, this is Yuta. He's a pediatrician at the hospital I work at: Yuta, this is Taeyong, a friend, and this is Sun Hee, she's two months old. As I told you on the phone, she seems to have a common cold, but Taeyong is a first-time dad, and I think he would feel more at ease hearing the verdict from a professional," she said as they introduced themselves.

"Of course, nice to meet you. I'm Doctor Nakamoto, there's no need to worry. I'll do a quick check-up on the little one and see what's causing this cutie's fever."

Starting the procedure, Sun Hee was placed in her crib where Yuta could easily take all her vitals and properly examine her. Starting with his stethoscope and her lungs, carefully checking the baby's ears, not letting any detail slip. With Taeyong and (Y/N) at the door, the former feeling nervous as he watched his little one fuss in her crib, resisting the urge to go and pick her up.

Taeyong had heard from his mother and aunts that seeing their own children with a doctor was always difficult, and right now he could experience it firsthand. He knew that a little cold couldn't be serious, however, it hurt to think that somehow his little one wasn't feeling comfortable and that there was something bothering her inside, so he was tense.

Something that didn't go unnoticed by the girl, who dared to place a hand on the guy's shoulder in support and managed to receive a small smile from him. With Yuta glancing at them out of the corner of his eye, he shook his head and straightened up.

"It is indeed a cold what Sun Hee has," Yuta announced, turning to look at them and fixing his gaze for a couple of seconds on the touch that both guys in front of him had, "it's nothing serious, don't worry. Her lungs sound good, so it shouldn't escalate to anything else. The only thing I can recommend, considering that Sun Hee is only two months old, is to feed her formula constantly, the fever will pass on its own, it's just a reflex of her system. You can buy a nasal bulb to help with her nasal congestion and use a humidifier in the room where she sleeps to keep her breathing normal and prevent congestion," he explained, "Sun Hee will be fine, colds in babies are more common than they seem, especially with this cold weather and considering the baby's age, her system is just starting to develop the necessary defenses to protect her. The cold should go away in about a week, but if you see any difficulty breathing or she has trouble sleeping at night, you can take her to the hospital or call me, I'll tell (Y/N) to give you my work number so you can contact me."

"Thank you very much, Dr. Nakamoto. I feel more relieved after you checked her."

"It's nothing," he replied with a sly smile.

"Do I owe you anything?" Taeyong asked, reaching for his wallet in his pants but was interrupted by Yuta.

"No. Don't worry. (Y/N) was the one that called and anything she needs, I'll take care of it without a problem," the Japanese man winked at the girl, who averted her gaze to anywhere in the room except for the two guys who were there.

Where was she?

A farewell to the doctor later and a sleeping Sun Hee in her rocker, Taeyong could feel a small weight lifted from his shoulders. His friends, after making sure everything was okay, said their goodbyes one by one, assuring the father that when Sun Hee was feeling a little better, they would come to visit her, as they preferred not to disturb her for the moment.

Leaving Taeyong and (Y/N) alone... well, with a sleeping Sunnie a few meters away from them.

"I think... it's best if I go. It's getting late, and I think you should take advantage of her sleeping so that you can rest too. She might wake up in the middle of the night, and you might not be able to do it," she commented, getting up from the couch and facing Taeyong.

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," he admitted, stretching his body slightly and letting out a yawn.

They made their way to the door, where they stopped to look at each other once more and smile at each other. "Thank you for today, I had a good time even though our outing had to be interrupted," Taeyong confessed, "and thank you for caring for Sunnie the way you do. I'm glad to have someone besides the guys I could lean on and support Sunnie."

"Of course, Taeyong. I'm delighted to be with you guys, how could I not?"

With a glance into his eyes, she could notice the sparkle in them; something she found beautiful. And at that moment, they knew there were no necessary words to say, nor actions to perform, just silently thanking each other for their companionship.

"I hope we can see each other again."

And as if their relationship thrived on interruptions, hurried knocks on the door stopped (Y/N) from replying to the guy, who, with a furrowed brow, turned completely to the door and opened it, feeling and seeing his mother rushing toward him and exclaiming dramatically.

"Oh! What happened? Doyoung told me they had been taking care of Sun Hee because you had gone out and she got sick? How is Grandma's little sugar cube doing? Huh?" she asked fluently, separating from her son upon feeling a third presence in the room. "Oh, isn't she the nurse who took care of Sunnie at the hospital? How nice of you to call her to help you with the baby! But I think you should have called a pediatrician instead."

"Mom..." he called her to stop, "a pediatrician has already come, and Sun Hee is fine. Yes, she's the nurse, but her name is (Y/N), and I didn't call her to take care of Sunnie, I went out with her in the afternoon."

His mother's gaze went directly to the girl, and she looked her up and down, causing the brunette to feel small in her place and swallow slightly. "Good evening, Mrs. Lee. Um, I'm (Y/N). Nice to meet you," she offered her hand, which the lady observed for a few seconds before taking it and shaking it. "Taeyong, I think it's best if I go... it was nice seeing you today, I hope Sunnie gets better, give her a kiss from me. Good night," she said goodbye and moved from her spot to leave, with Taeyong wanting to follow her properly but being stopped by his mother.

"Mom, you didn't have to act like that."

"Have you had a date with her?" she questioned, raising one of her eyebrows.

"Mom, we've just been out today. Don't make a big deal out of it," Taeyong sighed, closing the door and walking to the living room to slump onto the couch.

"I'm just saying, be careful, son. Look, you're a very handsome and young man with money. Anyone could take the opportunity, and you have to be aware that you can't go around like a teenager when you're not one anymore. Now you're a dad, and you shouldn't only look out for yourself, you should also look out for Sunnie and what's best for her," his mother continued, making a slight pause and taking her son's hands after sitting next to him, "I've talked to Mrs. Park, and she told me Joy is back in town, maybe you and her..."

"Mom, don't start with that," he interrupted, taking his hands away from hers and bringing them to his face.

"I'm not starting with anything, Taeyong. You should consider it, Joy is an incredible girl, with good status, and she would surely come back to you if you asked her to."

"I'm not twenty years old for you to try to choose my relationships again, mom," he snapped, getting up from his seat and walking to the kitchen.

"Look, Taeyong, you're not twenty years old anymore, but you have a daughter, you should think twice before going around like a teenager."

"I don't have time for this, mom. I'm tired. So if you've just come for that... I'd prefer you leave. I'd like to rest now that Sunnie is asleep."

His mother got up from her seat and silently walked to the door, grabbing the doorknob and pausing before opening it. "If you change your mind, Joy's number is the same... I'm just telling you that it's hard for a young girl like her to look for a serious relationship with someone who's already committed to fatherhood."

She left the apartment, leaving Taeyong leaning his arms on the kitchen island and with a bunch of things running through his head, one of them being the image of Yuta and (Y/N) smiling at each other.

Would it be so hard?

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Second month.

Week three, Friday.

With Sun Hee finishing her cold phase, Taeyong feels a little relieved.

Nights that felt endless, waking up at three in the morning after hearing his daughter's soft whimpers, which later turned into muffled cries. Nights trying to control the little fever his daughter experienced and where he couldn't feel at peace until the little baby fell asleep as needed, Taeyong truly knew what fatherhood was.

He didn't care how much his schedules had changed, the little rest he was getting, Sun Hee would always come first in every sense. As long as she was well, nothing else mattered.

Working from home these past two weeks had been difficult. The office he had set up at the end of the hallway was a mess, just like the rest of his apartment.

He didn't understand how, after all, Taeyong was someone who cared a lot about order, and it drove him crazy not to see things in their place... he supposed all of that came with the stage of becoming a dad overnight, the only organized place was the corner of his room where Sun Hee's crib was installed and the room he had been setting up right next to his for his little daughter's space.

He hadn't seen his friends frequently these weeks, despite receiving their calls and attending to them when time allowed, he hadn't wanted to receive just any visit, since, according to him, Sun Hee got irritated quickly.

He promised to see them as soon as Sunnie's cold disappeared.

His mother appeared a couple of times in the apartment, either to bring him some food or see how her granddaughter was doing, but he didn't know if his mother's visits were beneficial or not. After all, every time she came, she brought up the topic of him getting back with Joy Park and trying to start a life with her again because, according to his mother's words, a decent family man needed a good woman by his side. One who could stay at home and help him with Sunnie.

He disagreed.

He was too much in disagreement.

He could be the only responsible, and more.

Taeyong couldn't believe he was just over a week away from Sun Hee's three-month mark. He couldn't get over how much his little one had grown since that moment when he wrapped her tiny hand around his big pinkie. It really all still felt like a dream.

Sunnie was starting to outgrow her clothes from a couple of weeks ago, and Taeyong knew her small wardrobe would have to be replaced frequently.

Three months filled with emotions and different feelings. Three months in which he had been present for the development of a new life as he never thought he would experience it. Sunnie was starting to babble more, sometimes it seemed like she really wanted to have a conversation with him, and that seemed funny to him. She often brought her little hand to her mouth and loved being face down on her dad's big bed.

What was this? Why did he feel sentimental about believing his daughter was growing up fast?

Today they had gone to her appointment with the pediatrician.

Not with Doctor Nakamoto. Clearly.

But Taeyong decided to look for another pediatrician privately, one he was sure he could take his little daughter to during her childhood and part of adolescence.

Oh, but he wouldn't think about her adolescence right now, because he'd surely burst into tears right there.

The time they spent in Doctor Moon's office was a roller coaster. That morning before leaving home, he had showered and made sure to look presentable, he had shaved the little beard that was starting to grow, and had combed his hair decently. For her part, he had put a cute reddish bow in Sunnie's hair and put on her the gift that (Y/N) had given him two weeks ago.

She was right, Sunnie looked very cute in that outfit, and Sunnie was definitely daddy's girl.

During the short trip from his building to the doctor's office, Sunnie spent her time babbling in the back of the car, while the speakers played farm songs, which were of great help when it came to trying to calm the little one. Although Taeyong was sure that Sunnie loved those songs more when his uncle Jaehyun played them through his phone.

In the waiting room of the doctor's office, Taeyong felt weird. The stares of the mothers carrying their children were fixed on him and only him. Making him feel a little uncomfortable and unable to wait any longer for his turn. For a moment, Sunnie let out a sob that didn't stop until Taeyong stood up and rocked her in his arms.

He was grateful when her name was mentioned by the doctor's assistant, announcing that it was time for her appointment.

He felt proud of his little one and how healthy she had been growing, according to Doctor Moon, her cold was over, and everything sounded perfect. Sunnie was at the right weight, and the colic she had had during her first month would not be a bother right now. The doctor explained to Taeyong what this new stage of his daughter's life would be like entering her third month of life and the new habits the little one could develop. He recommended a new formula for her feeding, some motor activities he could try with her to strengthen her little bones.

With a couple more check-ups later, thanking and saying goodbye to the pediatrician, Taeyong and Sunnie returned home. This time, Sun Hee managed to fall asleep on the way back to the building, something Taeyong totally thanked internally. Arriving at his apartment and placing Sunnie's seat on the couch, taking off his shoes to change them for slippers and taking off the dress coat he was wearing... Taeyong let out a long, heavy sigh.

He watched his daughter peacefully asleep and couldn't believe all the work it took him to get there: all the nights where he barely slept for thirty minutes, all those shirts stained after Sunnie had taken her formula and repeated on him. The cries, the babbling, the whimpers. The times it took him to properly place a diaper, the few lullabies he had to learn to be able to calm his little one, and all those nights full of doubts about the work he was doing regarding his fatherhood, hit him coldly.

Still, Taeyong knew there was nothing else he wanted and would do well than to take care of that little human being with all his might.

He approached her and lifted her carefully from her car seat. Placing her gently in his arms and admiring her as she slept peacefully. Her reddish bow was slightly askew, and its color matched her rosy cheeks. Because if something characterized little Sunnie, it was that most of the time her cheeks were rosy, almost like Taeyong's when a drop of alcohol entered his system. Johnny, Jaehyun, and Doyoung thought this was funny and at the same time cute.

Then he brought his nose to Sunnie's crown, inhaling the particular baby lotion scent and feeling the softness of his daughter's thin brown hair. Sun Hee made small movements and babbling in her dreams, managing to draw a smile from him. He closed his eyes, leaned his forehead against hers, just as he had done the first week he held her in his arms, and experienced that feeling in his chest again, he realized that a small tear threatened to come out, and he sighed.

"I love you," he murmured. Sunnie babbled again— "you're my little ray of sunshine."

One more babble that turned into a little hiccup, and Taeyong let out a low laugh, finally letting the tear fall on his cheek.

You're doing well.

"Daddy loves you so much, I want you to always remember that."

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Taeyong didn't know if "brave" was the correct adjective to describe what he was doing right now.

He knew it was something he eventually had to do, and it was time to start doing it, even if it was by taking baby steps.

He checked that everything in Sunnie's diaper bag was all set: her bottle, enough diapers, changes of clothes, baby wipes, her pacifier, and anything else his daughter might need during the couple of hours he would have to spend in his company.

Finally, after almost three months of working from home, he had to attend a meeting with some of his partners that he couldn't reschedule. If he wanted to maintain the international relationships he had fought so hard for his company, he had to responsibly take charge of his role as CEO, and hopefully, Doyoung and Johnny would help him with their parenting duties while Jaehyun and he attended the meeting.

At first, although the company employees tried to hide their glances when Taeyong finally showed up at the big building, this time, accompanied by a little human being with him, they couldn't go unnoticed by the CEO. Until that day, no employee knew about the possible new heiress of the company, and it's not like Taeyong had to make his private life public, but the news caused a stir in the hallways.

When he entered his office, he felt relieved not to perceive all the vibes his employees were transmitting and to have stopped hearing the murmurs they made as he took one step further.

He placed Sunnie's car seat on the couch in his large office and took a quick look around the place that three months ago was more his home than his own home, and everything really seemed to be in the exact place he had left it. After the observation, he decided to send a message to Doyoung, letting him know about his arrival so they could come and take care of Sunnie temporarily while he waited for the meeting to start.

Luckily, Sunnie was asleep, and he was sure she would stay that way for a while longer, so it shouldn't be a problem for her temporary babysitters.

Soft knocks on his door pulled him out of his thoughts, and he frowned, believing that Doyoung and Johnny had arrived too quickly at his office; but still, careful not to make noise and wake up Sun Hee, Taeyong opened the door only to be taken aback when he realized who was standing in front of him.

He didn't know if his surprise had been evident, but he really felt his blood disappear from his system and cleared his throat when he finally noticed that the person was indeed in front of him.

"Taeyong!" the feminine voice exclaimed as she threw herself into his arms.

"Joy?"

The mentioned woman let go of him and offered him a big smile as she nodded. Perplexed, he observed the girl, who was wearing a white button-up blouse and a pencil skirt. She hadn't changed at all; she was still the same as a few years ago when they had decided to end their relationship.

"Your mother told me you would come to your office today, and I thought it would be a good idea to visit you like old times," the girl commented as she walked through the office and stopped right in front of the couch, cautiously looking at the little one who was there—"Oh! So, this is the little one your mother was talking about," by the tone she used in her voice, Taeyong couldn't tell if she had said it in a good way or not—"such a cute little thing," the girl commented as she approached to get a better look.

And Taeyong still couldn't recognize the tone of her voice.

"Joy?" he asked again, confused.

"Yes, Taeyong. It's me, aren't you glad to see me?"

The brunette thought for a moment and, clearing his throat, he replied—"Uh, yes! Wow, it's been a long time since the last time we saw each other, three years?"

"Oh, yes. After our breakup, I went abroad, I was in Europe, but it was time to come back, and what a surprise I got when your mother told me you're a dad now!" the girl looked at Sun Hee and quickly returned her gaze to Taeyong.

"Hmm, yes. A couple of things have happened since you left," the guy confessed, making Joy let out a little laugh and approach him.

Taeyong was sure that physically Joy was still the same, but there was something in the tone of her voice that he didn't like. Had her attitude changed in those three years?

He wasn't sure.

But Taeyong was someone who usually offered the benefit of the doubt easily.

"It was a pity our breakup, wasn't it?" Joy said "I know we weren't in the right moment back then, but what if you invite me to dinner later?"

That comment caught Taeyong even more by surprise, and he immediately didn't know what to say. Simply mentally praying that Doyoung and Johnny would appear right away.

He couldn't help but think that all of this was his mother's doing, who had insisted too much that he should get in touch with Joy Park. However, the guy had been avoiding this precise encounter as much as possible.

And he didn't know if he would be able to go through the same thing he had gone through three years ago. He didn't want to feel pressured again, and again, his only priority at that moment was Sun Hee.

And he knew Joy wouldn't understand that.

"Joy, I don't know. I've been a little busy lately, and I don't think..."

"If your worry is your daughter," Taeyong interrupted.

"Her name is Sun Hee," he explained firmly—"and of course, my concern is my daughter, my life isn't like it was three years ago, Joy. Things are different, and..."

"Your mother told me you would be excited to see me again," Joy commented with a slight pout—"doesn't seem like it."

They looked each other straight in the eyes and shared glances for a couple of seconds.

Why did his mother have to get him into such big trouble?

Although through her eyes, he wasn't sure if he saw Joy, who had once been his partner. Maybe being out of the country changed her because if he remembered the look she used to give him a few years ago, the current one transmitted something completely different.

"Don't take it the wrong way, Joy," Taeyong spoke quickly—"it' difficult. Sunnie comes first, and I don't know if..."

"A dinner, Taeyong, just a dinner, and we'll see how things go. Even if..." she paused and turned to look at the baby behind her—"if Sun Hee, um, is there , is not a problem."

Why did it have to happen right now?

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It had been an exhausting day.

Returning to what used to be his daily routine, now accompanied by a little human being by his side, had tired him out.

Nevertheless, the meeting had been a success. Jaehyun and he had managed to improve relations with their partners, and he was sure good things were coming for his company. Amidst paperwork, signatures, and discussions, Taeyong received countless congratulations for his new life and fatherhood.

But he didn't appreciate being asked about his love life.

Why did it seem like nobody could understand that he could be a great father even if he didn't have a partner by his side?

Now wasn't the time to think about that. He repeated to himself as he opened the door to his apartment.

Sunnie had fallen asleep on the way home, and he was deeply grateful that she hadn't caused any trouble during her time at the company. Doyoung and Johnny had taken care of her too well, so much so that when Jaehyun and he returned to their office, both of them were asleep with Sunnie in between them, fast asleep, and the big TV on the wall in front of them playing Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.

But the fact that Sunnie could be comfortable in what was his workplace opened up the possibility of him returning to it, maybe not on a full-time basis, but a couple of times a week, and the rest... working from home.

He picked up Sunnie in his arms and placed her in her crib carefully. He knew she would wake up in at least an hour to ask for her bottle. He put away the things he had brought from the little one in their place. He took off his tie and dress coat. He unbuttoned his cuffs and, opening his shirt a little, sank into the couch in the living room, his fingers on the bridge of his nose.

And with the door to his room slightly open.

His eyes closed for a few seconds as he leaned his head against the back of the couch. His body was screaming for him to rest, to sleep, but he knew he needed to shower first, wait for Sunnie to ask for her bottle, and then, finally, he could rest.

He opened his eyes for a moment, seeing that his watch already read ten o'clock at night, his stomach grumbled for a moment, and he remembered he had only had some breakfast on the way to work.

Apparently, it was time to order some food.

Because lately, his diet had been based on takeout.

He should do the groceries and start eating healthy again.

When his eyes closed for the second time... the doorbell of his apartment rang throughout the place, and with a grunt, he got up from the couch. He ran his hand through his hair, possibly messing it up; but he didn't care, after all, he was in the comfort of his own home.

Walking with his bare feet to the entrance of his apartment, he sighed before opening the door, and after a few seconds; a smile formed on his face.

Wait... were his cheeks red?

“ I hope I'm not bothering” the person's voice in front of him sounded, and he quickly shook his head.

“Of course not” Taeyong said. “Hi, (Y/N).

She laughed softly and then smiled at him.

“Hi, Taeyong” she greeted, then raising the bags she was carrying to face level. “I…uh... my mom prepared a little too much” she laughedactually, too much food and... it's been a while since we last saw each other, I thought it would be a good idea if we shared some”

“That... that would be great” the smell of homemade food reached the boy's nose, causing his stomach to rumble for a second, and making both of them laugh. “Oh! Sorry, come in, how rude of me.

(Y/N) took a few steps until she was in front of the couch where Taeyong had been moments ago. She left the bags with the food on the coffee table.

“My mom made some bulgogi and bibimbap, hope you like it” she said

“My favorites” Taeyong replied, approaching her— would you like something to drink? Maybe a glass of wine?”

She nodded, and the chestnut-haired man immediately walked to his kitchen, took out his favorite wine from his cellar, and poured it into two glasses. As he did, he glanced at the girl out of the corner of his eye, who was starting to take the containers out of the bags and open them carefully. The outfit the brunette was wearing was casual, white cargo pants, and a baby blue cardigan. Her hair was slightly wavy, and she seemed to have lip gloss on, looking absolutely cute.

He smiled to himself and took the glasses in his hands.

“How is Sunnie? Has she recovered from her cold?”(Y/N) asked when Taeyong handed her the glass, and both sat on the floor. Their bodies at table height.

“She's doing great, just yesterday we went to the pediatrician, and...”

“Oh, you've visited Doctor Nakamoto” she interrupted him, and Taeyong took a sip of his glass.

“Um, no. No, we're seeing a private pediatrician... Doctor Moon Taeil” Taeyong replied so that the girl's mouth formed an "O," and let him continue “Sunnie is growing well, her cold is gone, and... everything seems to be going smoothly, next week she'll be three months old, and oh, God. You don't know how sentimental it makes me to talk about that.”

Both laughed lightly, and with the chopsticks offered by the girl, they proceeded to have lunch while continuing their conversation.

“The gift you gave her turned out perfect; I even took a picture of her before leaving” Taeyong commented as he brought a piece of food to his mouth.

(Y/N)'s eyes lit up, and she bit her lip: "Can I see the picture?"

The boy nodded and stretched in his place to take his phone out of his pants pocket, giving the brunette a perfect view of Taeyong's discreetly exposed torso, causing her to swallow hard and move her gaze anywhere but at him.

Don't look. Don't look. Don't look.

Unlocking his phone and checking his gallery, Taeyong showed her the picture of Sunnie asleep in her car seat in the back of his car. With the rose jumpsuit and the reddish bow, which made her look absolutely adorable.

“Ow! I'm going to die of cuteness!” (Y/N) exclaimed as she focused on the phone. Lucky for her, that would distract her “she's so precious! She looks like a little angel”

Taeyong smiled at the compliments the girl gave him tonsmall ray of sunshine. He noticed the proximity they were in, very close, and the warmth emanating from the girl's body was enough to make him feel at peace.

“With that picture, I feel like giving her kisses all over her face, she's so adorable” she murmured, and Taeyong couldn't help but think of a mental image after the girl's words.

How beautiful it would be to see that.

Although there had been few times he had spent alone time with the girl; Taeyong enjoyed her company. There was something about her that made him feel comfortable and confident, especially knowing that she was someone he could trust to be with Sunnie.

But sometimes he wished their moments together wouldn't be interrupted, like right at that moment when Sunnie's cry echoed throughout the apartment. (Y/N) stopped looking at the phone and changed her view to the boy, now realizing how close they were.

“I'm sure she woke up just to eat” Taeyong murmured.

“Can I... can I feed her formula?” the girl asked timidly, to which Taeyong nodded without hesitation and with a smile on his face.

“Of course, we just need to prepare it” both got up from their place and walked to the kitchen, where Taeyong had a thermos that kept Sunnie's formula water warm all the time. He poured it into the bottle that best suited the little one, dropped a scoop of formula into it, and closing the bottle, shook it with a little force to mix it well. Every little action being watched by the girl, who didn't know exactly what to pay attention to, every tiny thing Taeyong did was enough for her to get lost in her thoughts.

Leaving the bottle on the kitchen island, Taeyong spoke: “ I'll go get Sunnie.”

The boy disappeared but immediately returned, trying to calm his little one in his arms. (Y/N) smiled and extended her arms while Taeyong placed Sunnie in them.

“ Hi, little one” the girl whispered as she rocked her gently “you're so beautiful, you're such a cutie... yes, you are” her voice had risen about two tones in pitch, the typical baby voice she used when talking to her kids at the hospital. She took the bottle in her hands and brought it to Sunnie's mouth, who immediately accepted it.

A very beautiful image in Taeyong's eyes.

Sunnie kept her eyes open while (Y/N) talked to her softly. He was sure Sun Hee still didn't recognize people well, according to Doctor Moon, Sunnie's sight would still see slight shadows until she developed her sight better, but he knew she would recognize the nurse's voice since she seemed too comfortable in her arms.

It was definitely a beautiful picture.

But he cleared his throat when he heard himself in his thoughts.

“Um, I, uh, today I went back to the company, and Sunnie kept me company” Taeyong suddenly let out, causing (Y/N) to finally take her eyes off the little one and change her gaze to the boy.

“Taeyong!” she exclaimed “I'm glad to hear that, I'm sure this little one behaved incredibly well. I'm glad to hear you're starting to adapt again to your old life”

“Sunnie behaved phenomenally. Doyo and Johnny took care of her while I was in a meeting, and she didn't cause any trouble. Still, it was quite a surprise for everyone to see me arrive with a baby after being absent for so long” he chuckled, infecting the girl.

“It must have been. Seeing your boss arrive and seeing this beauty by his side” the girl booped Sunnie's nose. must be quite a surprise... I hope it was a good day.”

“ Well, it was. Apparently, and seeing that Sun Hee has behaved so well, I'll be able to go back to the office from time to time and work there while it's not necessary to find a babysitter.”

“ You know that anytime you need me to take care of Sunnie, I can do it, as long as I'm not on duty” she offered sincerely, receiving a sincere smile from the boy.

“(y/N), I mean it when I thank you for being here, you were a great help when we were in the hospital, and... I don't think anyone else would have wanted to stay in touch with a patient after being discharged. I really appreciate your... friendship.”

The brunette brought the little one a little closer to her chest, who babbled for a moment, as if she were also talking to her, which made (Y/N) melt with tenderness right there.

“I think Sunnie also thanks you for being here.”

“Sunnie stole my heart when she arrived in the maternity ward, I think it would be impossible for me not to know more about her after you left. I also thank you for trusting me; I know as a first-time father it's hard to do, but I thank you from the bottom of my heart for making me part of it.”

He wanted to know exactly what it was that ran through his body when he was close to her. He seemed like a teenager rather than an adult... why couldn't he behave like an adult? To be able to make decisions without so much thought behind them? His blood seemed to run faster through his body, and he hated himself when he remembered that alcohol made him blush quickly and, putting together how he felt next to her... he must look like a tomato right now.

Something inside Taeyong screamed at him to approach her and envelop her in a hug... maybe because of her words or because of the cozy scene it felt like to see her there with his little one in her arms, but just as that, there was another part that screamed at him not to do it, to stay there and not lift a finger.

He knew he had to hold himself back, it wasn't appropriate. His trust was just beginning to grow. Would it look bad to skip all that just for a hug?

Maybe not... maybe yes...

Maybe he should enjoy her company as he was doing until today, without crossing the boundaries of what was just forming.

Oh, Taeyong. You don't even know what you want.

What did he want?

And another interruption came at the worst moment.

Both of their views quickly changed to the hallway entrance when the door opened abruptly, heels were heard walking towards them, and both frowned not knowing who it could be.

Although Taeyong could imagine who it might be.

“ Honey! You have no idea how happy I was to hear that you're going to meet Joy in a few days!” his mother exclaimed, making herself present in the kitchen.

And then, the boy cursed under his breath.

His mother stopped when she noticed the two guys and her gaze fell on the girl, who felt like she was being silently judged.

“Oh, Taeyong, has Sunnie gotten sick again?” his mother asked, causing the boy to furrow his brow.

“ No, mom. Sun Hee is fine.”

“I see, it's just that I saw the nurse here, and I thought maybe Sunnie's cold had returned” Mrs. Lee commented, still looking at the girl.

“Mom…”

“Good evening, Mrs. Lee” the girl greeted kindly, still holding the little one in her arms.

“Mom, I remind you that (Y/N) stopped being Sun Hee's nurse when she was discharged. She's here because she's my friend, and she's part of all this just like Doyo, Jae, and Johnny are.”

His mother let out a heavy sigh and turned to the girl.

“I'm sorry, dear.”

(Y/N) just nodded without saying anything and continued her task of feeding the little one, trying not to listen to the conversation that Taeyong and Mrs. Lee were having... which was impossible for her.

“Mom, what's the reason for your visit? I would appreciate it if next time, you rang the doorbell before entering, please.”

“Son, since when do I have to do that? I remind you that I have the keys to the apartment” she commented, still not taking her eyes off the girl, and then smiled and addressed her son “I heard that Joy is coming to visit you, you have no idea how happy it makes me to see our children together again.”

“Mom, this is not the time to talk....”

“No, son, of course it is” his mother continued “Joy's mother called me, and you have no idea how happy we are, seeing our children together again...”

(Y/N) raised her gaze quickly and looked at the two silhouettes in front of her. Together?

She could see they were still talking, but her ears were no longer receiving any words. She didn't know why she had blocked herself, was it because she thought maybe she shouldn't be there at that moment? Or thinking that Taeyong might be with someone? But why would she feel that way if it happened? Shouldn't she be glad to know he could have company for himself and Sunnie?

“Mom, mom. Joy and I are not together “the boy denied.

“For now, Yong. Are you going to dinner, aren't you? It's just a matter of time, honey.”

“Ummh, excuse me “(Y/N)'s voice surprised both of them, and they turned to look at her “I think... I think I should go. It's getting late, Sunnie has already fallen asleep” she commented, and Taeyong briefly closed his eyes.

“ Are you sure? Don't you want to finish dinner?”

“Don't worry, Taeyong” the girl smiled “I have a shift tomorrow morning and... I should rest. It was nice to see you... to see Sunnie... I'll leave you the food; I hope you enjoy it.”

“(Y/N)....”

“I'll come by later” she assured him, approaching Taeyong to leave the little one on his arms “rest, well pretty baby” she murmured, leaning to Sunnie's forehead and placing a soft kiss on it. Taeyong stared at her intently, watched her lips touch the baby's soft skin, and move away to look at him for a few seconds in his eyes, smiling slightly “have a good night” this time, she addressed both adults.

“Goodnight, dear” Mrs. Lee quickly said goodbye.

The girl looked at the lady and nodded. She stroked Sunnie's hair and gently moved away.

And for the first time, Sunnie moved uncomfortably in her father's arms.

His mother, for the second time, had arrived at the wrong time, and once again, had caused the girl to leave.

Would it be like this every time she wanted to meet her?

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