#*walks in five years late with a starbucks*
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TRAINING WHEELS
CHAPTER THREE | BABY ON BOARD
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five years ago, you stupidly had a fling with inarizaki athlete, miya atsumu– now, present day– he had a son he knew nothing about. you made sure it was going to stay that way, but as fate would have it, he unexpectedly stumbled back into your lives, now as volleyball’s biggest star.
wc & notes: 3.5k — this chapter was originally going to be 7k+ words, but for my own sanity during editing i decided to split it in two different chapters instead! i also thought it would be easier to read in separate chapters instead of just one really condensed one so pls forgive me 🗿
The past twelve hours had been a whirlwind for Miya Atsumu.
His day started late, but not out of his own fault! He swore it. It was just because his alarm clock didn’t go off. At least that’s what he told Coach Foster when he walked into practice late with a Starbucks frappuccino. But hey, at least he got one for everyone right? The team nutritionist yelled at him later for it because sugar wasn’t on the regiment, especially with the V-League season so soon. Hinata gladly slurped down the drink though, which consequently sent him into a sugar rush later. And once that happened, their coach chewed out Atsumu for the ginger’s erratic playing. It seemed like the scolding was neverending, but he shook it off as practice continued. He thought that the rest of the day was going to go on without any more hitches, up until he got a call from his brother.
“She’s here right now with a kid. He’s four years old, and I don’t think the fact he looks like ya is a coincidence.”
The air stilled, and despite the clamor and ruckus of the gym around him, all Atsumu heard was the ringing in his ears and the silence on Osamu’s end. A kid?
There was no way. Osamu was just messing with him, right? It was just a prank, Suna or one of their friends probably put him up to it. There’s no way that… that he actually… He thought of you, something his mind hadn’t crossed paths with in awhile. You were just a girl who left him high and dry five years ago… without a word. He wanted to tell himself he wasn’t convinced, but something lurching in his stomach told him otherwise.
The denial didn’t stop Atsumu from abruptly running out of practice. He would deal with what the coaches had to say later.
FIVE YEARS AGO — INARIZAKI HIGH SCHOOL
“What’s up with ya?” Atsumu questioned, slumping down on the seat infront of your desk as he faced yours. “Yer acting funny, ya sick or something?”
Atsumu couldn’t care less about the fact he was bothering you in the middle of class, all he could think about is how weird you’ve been acting with him. He thought things were going good with you over the past few weeks, maybe a little too good considering you both… He shook it off. You’ve been acting odd all week, suddenly barely sparing him a glance. Despite the fact you both weren’t dating, he had to admit it was bugging him more than it should’ve.
“What makes you say that?” You responded, almost defensively. You didn’t look up from your math worksheet, and to anyone else, it would just look like you were focused on your work, but Atsumu knew you were distracted, you hadn’t moved from the same problem for over ten minutes.
“Well, ya barely have been talking to me this week first of all,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “And not to mention one of your friends told me you went home early yesterday because of food poisoning.” He didn’t mean to reveal that he had been asking around about you, but you didn’t seem to linger on it.
You fiddled with the pencil on your desk, clearly avoiding his eyes. “Why does it matter to you? It’s none of your business, Miya.”
Miya? Harsh.
“And here I thought ya liked me!” Atsumu replied, melodramatically clutching his chest as if he were wounded, albeit, his ego was admittedly a little bruised. “Of course what my girl does matters to me.”
You couldn’t help yourself from cracking a smile, and Atsumu considered it a victory.
“We’re not even dating, we met a couple weeks ago,” you replied, shaking your head.
Atsumu rolled his eyes. Though, you were right, you had never made anything official. It was all just harmless fun, right?
“That didn’t seem to matter when we–”
“Be quiet!” you hissed in embarrassment. Atsumu smirked when he noticed how flustered you got. When you realized Atsumu wasn’t going to let up, you gave him another sigh.
“I think I’m just not feeling well, probably a stomach bug or something.”
“Blegh!” Atsumu replied, sticking out his tongue. “Well don’t give it to me!”
You bore a small grin at him. Atsumu smiled back, happy that he was at least able to make you feel a little better that day.
He didn’t think that would be the last time he ever saw you.
He was going to walk you home that day and he even considered finally formally asking you out. Granted, he probably should have done that before the… bathroom incident, but he digressed. He went to your classroom later only to find your desk empty. Your classmates already said you left and he shrugged it off. He would just wait until the next day.
Then you were absent the next day, and the day after.
It wasn’t until a whole week had passed where he felt himself starting to get worried.
You weren’t answering his texts, and after awhile, they didn’t even deliver anymore. He thought things were going well, at least to him they were… Whatever, he wasn’t going to let it get to him. If you didn’t want to talk to him anymore, so be it, it wasn’t his problem. People walked out on him all the time. He repeated it like a mantra, whatever, whatever, whatever.
But it doesn’t stop him from thinking.
As the days progressed, he felt himself plunging deeper into his doubtful thoughts. You weren’t avoiding him on purpose were you? He didn’t realize how much it was getting to him until he missed practically every set during practice because he was too busy thinking of your smile at him instead of where Osamu’s hand was. He was tired of it, he finally decided he wasn’t going to wait for you to show up. He would get the answers himself.
Afterschool, he followed the trek to your house and stirred silently. Why was he even bothered this much about some girl he barely knew? You weren’t the first girl he was with, and he didn’t plan for you to be the last. So why was it bothering him so much? He wasn’t sure why, but it crept up his spine like a chill.
Miya Atsumu isn’t someone you can leave, he’s always made sure of it. He’s never the one left behind. He doesn’t want to be.
He stood on your doorstep, deliberating with himself if it was even worth it. But he didn’t come all this way for nothing. Even if you told him to get lost, atleast it would put an end to his endless lamenting. It would be better than having you plague him like a damn fever. He knocked.
He doesn’t expect your mother to answer.
“What do ya mean she moved?” Atsumu asked in disbelief.
“She’s gone to live with her grandmother in Kagawa,” your mother stated firmly. “I don’t think you’ll be seeing her anytime soon.”
Before Atsumu could pry for any other details, your mother spoke again.
“Don’t ever come back to this house.”
Then the door was slammed in his face.
PRESENT DAY
Despite his best attempts at staying in denial, he realized that all the signs were there. You were getting sick, avoiding him, your sudden disappearance. He should have known something was wrong when your mother forbade him from coming back without a reason. His mind was a flurry as he rushed through the streets of Osaka. The little voice in the back of his head that was saying it was impossible was getting flooded out, it was entirely too possible.
In his rush inside Onigiri Miya, he was met with a body crashing into him. He looked down to see a horrified face infront of him, it’s yours. And in your arms, an unassuming boy that looked indisputably like him. A moment passed, as if the world stopped spinning on its axis. The panic seemed to be flooding out of your body and into the room. His mouth felt dry and whatever was spinning through his mind was suddenly a standstill. His gaze followed back to the boy, and his heart lurched.
There was no doubt about it, he had a son.
Even if you hadn’t told him, Atsumu could instinctively already tell, something in his gut just knew. He shared his smile, his brown eyes, and even his naturally dark hair that swept in the same way Atsumu’s did when he was that age. There was a piece of him out there, and he didn’t know all these years.
He barely choked out, “could we talk?”
While you both spoke at the table together, and as he gazed at Haru playing with Osamu and your friend not far away, he found himself wondering so many questions. What had Haru looked like when he was a baby? What was he like? Was he more energetic and lively like him? Or more quiet and reserved like his brother was? Was anyone there to help you through the pregnancy? What were his first words? Did he ever ask about him once he was old enough to understand what a father was?
“Atsumu, you realize what you’re asking right? You’re agreeing to be a father, which you just found out right now of all things. It’s a commitment, no take backsies.”
He knew he should’ve weighed the circumstances more, you were right after all, it was a commitment, a life-long one. Not to mention he barely found out an hour ago. Did he even know how to be a father? Infact, Atsumu hadn’t even considered kids in his life yet. He thought he had a long time before he thought he ever had to make that decision.
He thought about Haru, and how for years, he didn’t grow up with a father. His jaw hardened. Four years was too long for him to be absent. He couldn’t just… walk out. When he looked at Haru, he couldn’t possibly think of going on with living his life while knowing his son was out there.
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
After your talk and once the situation was settled, atleast as much as it could be, Atsumu had offered to walk you home for the night. You decided to opt out of the company party you were attending for obvious reasons, and Naomi made sure to pass the news on to your boss about a “family emergency”.
Now there he was, walking down the streets with his ex highschool fling, and his child. Whoever said life worked in unexpected ways, he wasn’t quite imagining this.
You both walked in silence, with Haru in your arms as he slept soundly. Atsumu wasn’t sure what to say, or if he even wanted to break the silence, so he kept quiet. Throughout the walk, he found himself stealing glances at you, and it felt as if he were meeting you all over again. You obviously weren’t the same girl he knew all those years ago. You held yourself up with a maturity he felt like he couldn’t match. Unlike him, sometimes he still felt like the clumsy kid he was in highschool. Maturity was something he always seemed to lack. His friends and brother always made sure to remind him of that whenever he behaved so.
He looked down at Haru, still fast asleep. He imagined it was well past his bedtime now. You stifled a yawn as you carried the small boy, the tiredness seemed to be contagious. He saw your shoulders beginning to sag, and Atsumu realized you had been carrying him for the better portion of the walk.
“Here, let me take him,” he offered. “You’re tired.”
You looked up at him, with a raised eyebrow. “Have you held a kid before?”
He felt himself pause. Had he held a kid before? There were a few times at family reunions where he held the children of distant family members but that had all been for mere seconds before another family member scooped them up. He remembered how his mom was able to hold him and his brother at once for hours on end, how hard could it be?
“No, but I want to try seeing as I have one now.”
You laughed and extended Haru out to Atsumu, who gently took the boy as if he were made of porcelain. Haru shifted in his sleep, but comfortably adjusted into the setter’s arms.
He heard your laugh beside him and he immediately stiffened up. Had he done something wrong?
“He’s not a volleyball,” you chuckled, “hold him up from here.” You went to adjust Atsumu’s position and pushed up his arm so Haru’s weight could rest on it. He felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment, apparently it was harder than he thought.
“Good,” you replied, patting his arm, and he had to stop himself from blushing when he felt your fingers brushing his arm. “Now just keep him there.”
Atsumu nodded as you continued your walk. It’s then that the thought hit him—when he was finally holding Haru in his arms—that he's his.
His arms instinctively held Haru tighter. No, he couldn’t be doubtful now. There was too much on the line and too much time lost. Unlike the past four years, he swore that he would be there from now on, no matter what.
You both rounded the corner before you got to your apartment complex, a smaller building in the quieter part of the city. You both had lived here all this time, and he didn’t know. Had he ever walked down this street unknowingly?
“This is us,” you stated, gesturing to the building. He felt himself trying to come up with something to say, but nothing came out. He just knew he didn’t want the night to end, there was still so much he had to know.
“Would you like to come in for a bit? I have some pictures of Haru I could show you.” You asked, and it was like you read his mind.
“I would like that.”
He followed you inside and into the elevator where you led him to your apartment. You flicked on the lights and Atsumu glanced around. He looked around and saw Haru’s toys laying about, pictures of the two of you framed around the home, he even spotted Haru’s homework still strewn out on the coffee table. You both crept inside, careful to be quiet as to not wake Haru. You led him down a hallway and opened a door to what he presumed was Haru’s room, and ushered him inside.
Atsumu carried the boy inside his room, and looked around. He saw his drawings framed along the walls, toys, stuffed animals, and noticed a volleyball near his toy trunk. He made a mental note to ask Haru about that later. He padded over to the bed, and set him down so he was laying. You came up beside him, and tucked the covers over him before kissing his forehead.
He realized this was the first time he was putting his son to sleep. Was this what having a family was like?
You both quietly exited the room, making sure to close Haru’s door so he wasn’t disturbed by you both outside.
“I can make us some tea,” you said, as he nodded. He didn’t even really like tea, he was just glad he could stay. He followed you to the kitchen, where he took a seat at the kitchen island while you put the kettle on the stove.
“Is it just ya two here?” He asked, looking around. You had some pictures framed up, as well as some photographs hung on the fridge which he could see. But from what he could tell, it was only you, Haru, and sometimes Naomi in the photos.
“Yup,” you responded, pulling out two mugs from the cabinet above you. “Since Haru was born, really.”
Atsumu felt his heart in his stomach. “Even when ya were pregnant?”
Atsumu saw you still, and he hoped he didn’t open an old wound. He scolded himself for not being more sensitive, and letting his own curiosity get the better of him.
“When I told my parents, they kicked me out,” you stated bluntly, putting the tea bags in the cups. “They sent me to live with my grandmother, who was amazingly supportive, but she died before Haru was born, so since then it was just us.”
Atsumu was silent, he wasn't sure what to say. I’m sorry? I’m sorry that I wasn’t there? But that wasn’t enough, it didn’t change what you had to go through. The thought of you being in that delivery room by yourself only added onto the guilt on his shoulders, and his heart sank even further when he realized you had to do everything else alone too.
“Atleast Haru’s birth was quick!” You joked, a smile beaming on your face. Despite all that, you were still… positive? Atsumu was in disbelief, he probably couldn’t go through a fraction of what you had and still manage to put on a brave front. He always got into a mood, as Osamu called it, even at the smallest of inconveniences. You pushed a cup of tea towards him which he took graciously.
“Yer amazing,” he said in awe.
“It’s just tea,” you laughed, blowing on your cup. Atsumu shook his head.
“No,” he responded. “For everything. For what ya had to go through, and what you’ve done for Haru. And at eighteen? Osamu was still packing my lunches when I was that age.”
You laughed in response and it made his cheeks warm. He liked the sound, he thought.
“Let me get those photo albums I was talking about,” you said before walking into another room. You came back a few minutes later holding a few photo books.
“Do you wanna start with the first one?” You asked, holding one out.
Atsumu eagerly nodded as he took the dusty blue album, decorated with ribbons and stickers. He could tell you had decorated it yourself. It showcased a picture of you holding a newborn Haru in the hospital. The picture almost made Atsumu frown, knowing you were by yourself that day, but he ended up smiling seeing how proudly you beamed holding the baby. He opened the book and inspected inside.
There was a sonogram of each phase Haru was in during your pregnancy, and eventually a few photos of Haru being born in the hospital. He saw the tiny notes you wrote besides the pictures, and his mouth grew agape when he saw 3.68kg written next one of Haru’s pictures.
“Yeah,” you chuckled, noticing his expression. “He was a big baby, I guess since his dad’s a pro athlete and everything.”
His face grew more horrified and he almost wanted to apologize. He apologize to his mom too considering she had twins. Then another picture caught his attention.
“Hey, what’s this one?” He asked, pointing to another photo.
He pointed towards a picture that looked somewhat recent, he could tell since Haru seemed to be almost the same age in the picture as he was now. It was of you in a graduation cap and gown holding up Haru proudly who looked like he was cheering. It definitely wasn’t your high school graduation since Haru was in it.
“Oh, that’s when I graduated from university last year.”
“Ya completed university?” Atsumu asked in astonishment.
“Yeah,” you grinned. “Pretty proud of myself. I was working two jobs and had to take night classes for a couple years but I ended up getting my degree finally a few months ago, then I got a great job at the firm I’m at now.”
No, you’re not just amazing, you’re phenomenal.
The rest of the night was filled with you and Atsumu looking over Haru’s pictures, some of his favorites being Haru’s second birthday where he had cake painted across his face from where he tried to eat his birthday cake face-first, his first day of preschool (which he found out he started this year), and one of you and Haru at a festival with matching daifuku in hand. He made a mental note to take you both when he saw how brightly you both smiled. Whenever he wasn’t looking at the photos, he was paying attention to you. He was getting to know you again.
“It’s getting late,” you yawned. “I have work tomorrow, and I probably have to explain why I missed the party tonight.”
Atsumu groaned. “That reminds me, I have to explain to my coaches tomorrow why I ran out of practice, they probably won’t believe me though.”
You giggled, before sliding out the picture of Haru’s second birthday from the book. “Maybe you can use this as proof.”
Atsumu took the photo and smiled warmly in the picture in his hands. The picture would find a well-loved home in his wallet, but would later be replaced with a picture of the three of you adorning matching jerseys on Haru’s eighth birthday at one of Atsumu’s games.
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omg hi! Saw that your requests were open hehe yay 🥳 could I request for a secret bf jaehyun x y/n one where they went for a Christmas party and y/n stands under a mistletoe without knowing and her guy friend starts a convo with her below it causing their friends to point it out and make them kiss, so instead, she kisses him on the cheek, making jaehyun jealous and pouty 🥹
Hope it makes sense hahaha! You can switch it up in your way too 🥰❤️ Love your stories so so much ✨
pairing: Jaehyun x f. reader
genre: pure fluff - like the purest i think i've ever written
word count: 2.1k
a/n: i got busy during the holidays, but here's a late christmas fic upon requested. thank you so much anon for sending this in. i hope you enjoy it :)
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“I promise it’s going to be really quick babe. One hour max and then we can go home, order take out, and watch movies.” You tell your boyfriend as you adjust his tie.
“I just don’t see the point of why we have to be here when it’s freezing and Christmas is in a couple of days.” He says.
You look up after being satisfy with his tie and see a cute pout on his lips. He may be a twenty-five year old adult, but sometimes he can be a kid. Especially right now when he looks so adorable with his pout.
“Hey look at me.” you tell him as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. His hands mindlessly finding your waist and holding you close. “It’s going to be quick Jae and right after you’ll have me for the entire week.”
At that, his pout turns into a smirk and into a big smile. Like you’ve said, he can be a kid sometimes. “That sounds good honestly.” He leans forward and captures your lips together. If you didn’t have this Christmas party to attend to, you’d kiss him all night.
You pull away from him reluctantly, “We’re going to be late.”
He sighs deeply, “Okay. Just remember that I’m doing this for you. I’m guessing nobody has zero idea we’re together, so you go in first and I’ll follow soon after.” You smile at him before giving him another kiss.
“See you soon cutie.” You tease before heading in.
Your Christmas work parties are usually fun, especially when there’s alcohol and you get to see how fun your colleagues are. Usually, you’d enjoy your night out, mingle with everybody, and do small talk, but this year, all you want to do is go home with Jaehyun and spend time with him.
You both work at the same company and have been dating for six months. Of course, you would have to talk to HR about your relationship at one point, but you both like knowing that no one knows you two are together. Why? Well, let’s just say you both didn’t like each other at the very beginning. Yeah, how cliché right?
It all started a year and a half ago when Jaehyun was a new employee and your first interaction wasn’t the happiest one. You pulled an all-nighter the night before and haven’t had your morning coffee. As you walk into the kitchen, your brain automatically was filled with giddiness knowing you’re about to have your fuel for the day. There was a man using the coffee machine and you didn’t think much of it, let alone care who it was.
You stood next to him as you grab your cup and sugar pack and that’s when you heard a loud noise and a ‘fuck’ next to you. You look up to see the coffee machine smoking and you knew you were going to have a horrible day all because of this jerk.
“What the hell happened!?”
“I don’t know. I was just trying to put my brew in there and it just started acting weird and not doing anything so I just pushed all of these buttons and bam.”
“Ugh you idiot. If you don’t know how to work a coffee machine, go to Starbucks next time!” you say angrily.
“Are you questioning my intelligence on how to work a coffee machine?” the man looks at you angrily.
You stand a little straighter, “Yes I am because if you knew how to work this, then we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.
He squints his eyes before retaliating back, “Well maybe you should start being nice to people you don’t know or better yet, how about you make yourself a cup of coffee before coming into work and spoiling everyone’s day.”
Your jaw fell open because never in your life has anyone talked to you like that or have a comeback as he did. You were at a complete lost for words until he turned around to walk back out the kitchen.
“Yeah, well it still doesn’t fix the problem you created by not knowing how to work this thing.”
All the man could do was laugh at you before waving you off and exiting.
Just who the hell does he think he is?
Since that day, you made your own coffee at home before coming into work. Little did you know, he always saw you with coffee in your hand and notices how your smile captures your beauty. Sure, you were probably having an off day that first encounter, but he still couldn’t help that you somehow took his words into consideration by bringing your own coffee into work.
You’ve seen him around a couple of times, but never interacted with him until you both had an assignment together.
“Oh look who it is. The coffee machine breaker.”
“Good morning to you too Cruella.”
You make a face at him, “Trust me I don’t want to work on this assignment with you either.”
Jaehyun eyes you before playfully saying, “Who says I didn’t want to work with you?”
Surprise, you look at him to see his eyes twinkling and a smirk on his lips. Once again, you’re at a lost for words and don’t bother saying anything back. Instead, you focus on your laptop in front of you putting random ideas on Word.
Jaehyun sees the affect he has on you and couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. Cute.
Who knew that assignment would change the interjectory of your outlook on Jaehyun. You ended up spending your long days at work with him figuring and coming up with ways for this assignment and on days off, you both somehow manage to meet up and talk about things you had in common.
After said assignment project was finished, you both found yourselves spending more time together. You no longer were annoyed by him or called him ‘the coffee machine breaker’, but instead, you called him by his name or his nickname Jae. Eventually things fell into place soon after.
What can you say? The universe does work in mysterious ways.
As you grab a flute of champagne by the bar, you turn around to see your boyfriend walking through the door. Even if it has been six months you’ve been dating or see him walk around for almost two years, he still takes your breath away. The man knows how to capture everyone’s attention by his gaze and his well mannerism. Not to mention how hot he looks in his black and white suite.
I really can’t believe this man is my man.
As the party continues on, you manage to talk to a few colleagues and steal glances at Jaehyun from afar. It came to the point where you were almost playing a game of hide and seek.
“Wow. Look at you. Who knew you could dress up nicely.” Josh, your friend and ass kisser tells you.
“Everyone has their secrets. You clean up pretty nicely as well.”
“Thanks! Oh by the way, I just want to tell you that I think you’re an amazing person to look up to.”
“How many have you had to drink?” you chuckle. “But thank you for the kind words. If you’ll excuse me I –“
“Oh my god! Mistletoe! Y/N and Josh are under the mistletoe!” Someone on your right yells excitedly.
You see everyone near turn towards you as you look up and sure enough there is a mistletoe above you and Josh.
“Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.” Your colleagues chant in unison.
You shake your head from pure embarrassment, but also trying to find Jaehyun to somehow tell him it isn’t what it looked like. You finally see him in the back, his gaze intently on yours with an expression you haven’t seen before.
“Just one kiss.” Your coworker Joy says.
You look back to Josh who’s hoping more than anything you’d kiss him. Without wanting unwanted attention on you, you kiss Josh on the cheek. “There. Done.”
“No, that’s not –“
“Technically, that was a kiss. It doesn’t mean we have to kiss on the lips and we are not like that.” You explain yourself. Your eyes search for Jaehyun once again only to see him pouting and heading outside the balcony.
You follow him right out, not caring anymore about what took place or the people around you. The only focus you had in mind was your boyfriend. Once outside, Jaehyun was overlooking the city and even when he stands with his back facing you, he’s still handsome. You walk towards him until you’re standing beside him and taking in the city night lights.
“Babe-“
“There’s people around Y/N.” his tone is cold with a hint of frustration.
“Please Jae, it’s not what you think. I didn’t even know there would be a mistletoe, let alone be under one.”
“Do you know that he likes you? I heard him talking about you one day and telling everyone he was going to shoot his shot with you because he thinks you feel the same way.”
“Are you jealous?” the more he talked the more you couldn’t help but smile.
“I bet he made sure to stop under that mistletoe just so he could get a kiss from you.” he sneers.
“You know I don’t feel the same way he does. I only have feelings for you.” you step closer to him until you could feel his warmth embracing you.
Jaehyun exhales frustratingly, “I just wish it was me under that mistletoe.” He says quietly.
You look at your boyfriend and want more than anything for that to also be him. An idea pops into your head and you know what you have to do. It was either now or never.
“Come with me.” You take out your hand for him to hold.
“Where are we going?”
“On an adventure.” You smile up at him with round eyes.
How could he say no to that face and to you. He takes your hand and follows your lead back into the Christmas party. Once inside, you still don’t let his hand go even if he tried to let go of yours. All that did was make you hold onto him tighter.
You found a mistletoe and walked over to it and stopped underneath it. Jaehyun has zero idea what’s going on until he looks at his surroundings and finally up to see the mistletoe.
“Y/N –“
“Y/N and Jaehyun are under the mistletoe.” You hear someone whispering loudly to someone and soon enough the entire room has their eyes on you both.
“There’s people watching.” He says nervously.
“Let them. I don’t want to be here with no one else but you. I don’t care what people say as long as I have you by my side and I don’t want to hide us forever because I’m in love with you. Only you Jaehyun.”
At your confession he smiles widely and you couldn’t help but smile wider if that’s possible. You crane your neck up as he bends down to meet you halfway as your lips meet each other. You’ve had many kisses with Jaehyun, but this kiss is the first kiss to seal how you truly felt for one another and to show everyone that you love each other. His hands cradle the side of your face before one goes to your back as he dips you down. You yelp in surprise as the room gets louder from all the clapping and celebration.
He takes you back up and you’re left winded. The smile on his face is the only thing you see and the only one that matters.
“You’re crazy but I love you Y/N.” he pecks your lips.
“And I love you coffee machine breaker.” At that you both laugh at how far you’ve come.
“How about we get out of here and go watch movies?”
“Please. My feet has been killing me for the last hour.”
“Babe, that’s literally the time the party started.” He giggles.
“Yeah, I know. I don’t want to be here, I just want to be with you.”
“God you’re so cute. Let’s go.”
At that, you both left the party hand in hand and no longer hiding your relationship. Starting tonight, you get to show the world who makes you the happiest person on the planet.
Also … you may or may not be already planning for many more kisses underneath the mistletoe with the love of your life Jeong Jaehyun.
#jaehyun fic#jaehyun fluff#jaehyun oneshot#jaehyun scenario#jaehyun imagines#nct fluff#nct fic#jaehyun x female reader
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Damage Control - Chapter 3
She returns to work on Monday morning with tired lines around her eyes and a heavy weight in her chest. Taking the usual walk to her workplace in the Flatiron Building, at the busy intersection between Broadway and 5th, she turns the corner to find an unusually large gathering across the street from her building.
As she approaches the group, she could make out the fact that it was some sort of protest — not unusual given her company’s association with SHIELD.
Normally, she’d resort to the back entrance to avoid all the press and chaos, but the slogans are what slow her step.
No more supers!
Protect CITIZENS not MUTANTS
Her eyebrows furrow as she tries to get a closer look. Anti-hero sentiment had only risen after Thanos and the blip, but she’d only heard about these protests from co-workers until now.
BRING BACK SRA!
SRA: the superhero registration act.
The idea sends a nervous spark in her stomach — she was all too familiar with the politics of it all, the bureaucracy. Knows that the abolishment of the SRA after the siege of Asgard was the only reason why there’s a steady stream of federal funding going into SHIELD, into Damage Control. Knows that if they brought back the Act, her department might get completely shut down, and she’d lose a steady 9 to 5 that’s been keeping her afloat for the past four years.
Yet, something deeper inside of her, the side of her that she tries to conceal most times, compels her to change course. She walk straight over to the group of avid 20-somethings at the front of the protest, tugging nervously at the collar of her blouse.
Trying to catch the attention of New Yorkers too busy pretending to be on their phones to give him a second glance, the man collecting petitions watches with wide eyes as she approaches their table voluntarily.
Quickly surveying her surroundings, she ducks her head, scribbling her name down on the list.
“Thank you so much, would you like-”
She cuts him off, rushing in a hushed voice.
“No thank you, just uhm, make sure you guys stay on this side of the street. Security can’t disband you as long as you come too close to the building.”
He looks surprised, but nods appreciatively “We will, thank you.”
She turns around and scurries off into her building without a second glance, hoping she that no one saw her, and that her boss wasn’t going to be too mad about being late to work.
The elevator dings at level five: the Executive Floor. The automated voice of E.D.I.T.H., an A.I. system Tony had wanted to test out in her office, announced her arrival as the glass doors slid open.
Her workplace was structured as an open-office, quintessentially New York with all its high ceilings, exposed brick, and lots of sun. Tony, upon a small visit two years ago, had insisted on revamping the place with some 21st-century technology (hence, E.D.I.T.H. and a bunch of high-tech 3D printers that people still didn’t know how to use).
Throwing her jacket down on her corner of the office, she rushes into the general meeting office. The first thing on her agenda every day at 9 am? The morning briefing. Today, she’s over 10 minutes late.
She scrambles through the automatic glass door and all eyes fall on her.
With an apologetic smile, she slides down into a chair at her usual spot, next to her coworker and best friend, Robin Chapel.
She spots a cup of Starbucks already placed on the table in front of her and shoots her friend an appreciative smile, taking a sip to find that it had turned cold, but just as effective at helping her wake up a bit.
She tries to focus on whatever topic was being discussed by the rest of the group, a task that proves more difficult when her mind kept running back to that protest, and, of course, lingering thoughts of that weekend.
She’s interrupted by the sound of someone calling her name, maybe twice, but she doesn’t notice until Robin nudges her side. She perks up from her daze to realize that the rest of the table was staring at her expectantly.
“Hmm? Oh, sorry…”
Her boss, Anne Hoag, sits at the head of the table, repeating the question with disapproval growing in her voice.
“I said, do you have the Times Square writeup?”
“Oh, yes, yes I do…”
It takes her forever to find the files in the jumbled mess of documents in her bag, before she’s able to slide the crumpled sheets forward. Anne gives her another pointed look through thick-rimmed, black cat-eye glasses before collecting the report, and clears her throat before resuming the meeting.
By the end, her mind feels exhausted, and she’s only further discouraged when she checks the clock: only 9:40 am. She stuffs her belongings back in her bag, holding onto what little was left in her coffee cup like a lifeline as she makes her way out.
“Ugh, did you see those protesters outside again?” She feels Robin suddenly bump into her side as they squeezes their way out of the conference room.
She gulps, washing the nervous ball in her chest down with more coffee.
“Mhm, yeah.”
“I mean what do these people think we’re going to do, stop Captain America from saving people?” Robin rolls her eyes, letting out a snort.
She almost drops what’s in her hand at the mention of his name, and barely nods in response, quickly raising her cup to her lips for another nervous sip. Robin frowns, surveying her face intently.
“Hey, you alright? You seem really off this morning."
“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine.”
Robin frowns and opens her mouth, but is interrupted before she can object.
“Is that a new necklace?” She points at Robin’s neck, where a shiny new piece of jewelry hung.
“Oh, yeah.” Robin blushes, hand reaching up to tug at the small, square pendant. “Anniversary present from John. He got us a table at that fancy French place last night. You know, the one on Lafayette?”
Despite the thought of last night heavily weighing down the back of her mind, she becomes genuinely gladdened by the sight of Robin’s wide smile, her enthusiasm about John. The three of them started working at Damage Control around the same time, but Robin and John, both being highly competitive people, had hated each others’ guts during the early stages of their career. She had wingwoman-ed the heck out of both of them for the first three exhausting years, and they were finally able to admit their attraction to each other just this last month.
“Anyways, what about you, how was your weekend?” Robin nudges her side as they walked down the office corridor, eager to move on from talking about her budding relationship.
Shit. Think fast.
“It was uh…” Mortifying? Humiliating? Traumatizing? She chews on the rim of her coffee cup, an anxious habit, before shrugging as nonchalantly as she could.
“Boring.”
Robin raises a sharp eyebrow. “Uh huh. I know you better than that, you know.”
She knows her friend would press on the issue until she got her to confess, but they are interrupted by a coworker from Robin’s department.
“Ms. Chapel? We need your approval for the new Madison traffic guidelines.”
“Ugh, alright.” Robin waves the employee off before turning back around, pointing a firm finger at her. “Don’t think we’re done talking about this” She mutters, keeping eye contact while walking backwards to her division of the office.
She gives Robin an amused eye-roll and a loud ‘mhmm,’ before starting to head for her own desk, ready for another long day of work.
Suddenly, she hears Anne’s voice call out her name from back in the meeting room.
Fuck.
She winces, loudly, dragging her feet back to the conference room and bracing herself for the worst. Anne isn’t usually the kind of boss to nitpick her employees’ behavior, but surely she had noticed something was off about her this morning.
“Yeah, Anne?”
“I need you to deliver some term sheets to an investor for me this morning. He’s agreed to funding this new subdivision for months but he always forgets to sign the damn documents.”
That’s it, just some signature deliveries? She lets out a rather loud sigh of relief.
“Sure, no problem, where can I find him?”
Anne lets out a snort, shaking her head amusedly “God knows, probably drunk off his ass flying over Empire State.”
“Huh?”
“Tony. I need you to get Tony Stark’s signature.”
Well, shit. She lets out a loud wince, which catches Anne’s attention. Her boss glances up with a raised eyebrow, peering at her questioningly over the thick frames of her glasses.
“Sorry Anne, but, is there any way you could get Amy to do it?” She asks timidly, referring to Anne’s secretary and the floor receptionist.
“Why, is there a problem?” There was that signature Anne look. A mixture of disappointment, judgement, and altogether absolutely terrifyingly stern gaze. Anne was a great boss if you heeded to her (normally) reasonable instructions, but you did not want to see what happens if you try and challenge her judgement.
“Uh, no, nope. I can go.”
The 40 minute drive to upstate NY is therapeutic in some ways, yet not so much in others. Initially, it felt to get away from all the noise and traffic, but as she drives closer and closer to the Avengers Compound, she feels a familiar sense of dread creeping up behind her. She reaches for the dashboard, hoping that some of her road trip favorites will help ease her stomach.
She halts in front of the giant gates of the compound while humming the last few notes of Queen’s Don’t Stop Me Now, which lifts her mood substantially, all things considered. Another one of Tony’s automated voices asks for identification as she rolls down her window, and lets her in soon after.
Anne’s request had been to deliver some files to Tony and talk over with him about investments. She wasn’t worried about renewing the deal with him — Tony was a self-proclaimed philanthropist after all, and he and Anne went way back. What she was worried about was… well, a little less work-related.
When she steps out of her car and walks in through the heavy glass doors, the distinct smell of greasy french fries is the first to greet her.
Next is Tony, still in his pajamas and fluffy bunny slippers, naturally.
“Manhattan!” Tony greets cheerfully, a half-eaten cheeseburger in his right hand.
She trails behind him up to the second floor, and briefly relives the horror she felt clambering down it a few days prior. When they reach the giant lounge area, she notices the McDonalds wrappers and drink cups strewn all across the coffee table.
“So. You’ve officially moved into the compound now, huh?”
Tony ignores her teasing, meaning around a mouthful of his Quarter Pounder. “Best way to get over a hangover, I’m tellin’ ya. You want one?” He point to a tall line of burgers stacked on the kitchen counter, which she eyes with disdain. At 11 in the morning? How does he do it?
“I’m good, thanks.”
“Suit yourself” He shrugs, taking another bite as he walks through the open living room, plopping down on a blue couch.
That couch. The last time she was here, that was where she and… no.
She suppresses her stray thoughts, and instead obeys Tony’s gestures for her to join him at his seat.
“Well, I’m sure Anne’s told you why I’m here.” She carefully sinks into the loveseat across Tony, starting to pull out the documents from her bag.
“Yeah, yeah, leave whatever I have to sign on the table.” He waves her off with a nonchalant nod. She slides the folder across the coffee table, careful to avoid puddles of grease and ketchup.
“While you are here, though, I do wanna talk about something else.”
Oh no.
She’s afraid to even ask, so she stays silent.
“What happened with Cap this weekend? I mean aside from the… y’know.”
She clears her throat, straightening up in her seat, and shrugs. Play innocent, she figures. Maybe he’ll stop asking that way.
“Well, whatever happened, that man won’t leave the compound. Been sulky all day.”
She’s about to roll her eyes at the image of a sulky Captain America until she realizes in horror that-
“Wait, he’s here?”
Too late.
She frantically follows Tony’s gaze, whipping around in her seat to see him, standing rather awkwardly in the entrance to the living room. Next to the stairs. Exactly where she had ran out on him the other day.
Great.
What was with this guy and terribly timed entrances? She’s never ran into him when she was at the compound for business with Tony before, but of course the one time she's praying he isn’t here, he is.
Guess karma really does have ingenious ways of biting you in the ass.
He’s covered in sweat, towel around his neck like he just spent a whole day at the gym.
God, is this guy ever not working out?
Something about his demeanor had changed since the last time she saw him, however, and once the horrified realization clears from his eyes, his expression immediately turns stoic, jaw setting.
Almost an expression he’d pull as Captain America, one that would never fail to intimidate his trivial foes, but she wasn’t one of them. She saw through the bullshit. The tired lines below his eyes. The hurt in the green of his irises. The insecurity beneath it all.
She almost feels a sense of guilt at how obviously unfamiliar he was to all of this. He had even told her, rather nervously so, that night before they…
But then again, so was she. This whole situation was anything but routine to her. But that doesn’t mean that she owes him anything. Never did, never will. Not even if he can’t realize that their night was not gonna remain as anything but a terrible mistake.
“Hey, Tony.” She’s surprised by how raspy his voice sounds as he nods discretely in the direction of her ex-boss, wholly ignoring her as he turns around, walking off in the other direction.
Tony lets out a low whistle even before Steve is out of earshot.
“Jeez, what did happen after I left?”
“Nothing, we just…”
She lets out a small sigh, unable to finish the sentence, eyes focusing on a small paper bag grease stain instead.
Tony lets out her name in that familiar, concerned tone, hands folded in front of him, elbows resting on his knees.
“Did you… did you do it out of spite?”
She flinches visibly, eyebrows creasing in something reminiscent of anger. “What? No, Tony I’d never– I just…” She lowers her head, covering her face with both hands and breathes in.
“It shouldn’t have happened, all right? I just… I don’t know how I let it get that far.”
He leans back, folding his arms and letting out a sigh.
“Maybe you should just talk to him. Trust me. He’s got no fucking clue what he’s doing.”
Neither does she, but she doesn’t tell him that. Instead, she looks up, eyeing the concerned look on Tony face one last time with pursed lips. Then, she stands up, smoothing down the front of her dress skirt, and gathers the rest of her files back in her bag.
“I gotta go. Don’t forget about the meeting today.”
To her relief, the concern on Tony’s face dwindles at the reminder. He lets out a disgruntled noise, as if he was newly informed that he had to attend the company-wide meeting instead of Pepper this time, who was currently occupied at an overseas press conference.
He rolls his eyes, wiping his mouth with a napkin he then carelessly tosses back on the table.
“C’mon, I’ll walk you out.”
Arms crossed, he stands in the doorway of the compound as her car pulls out of the driveway. He waves, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling settling down in his stomach, like he knows something was bound to go wrong soon.
And oh boy, was he right.
Damage Control Masterlist
#marvel mcu#mcu fic#mcu fandom#captain america#steve rogers#steve x reader#enemies to lovers#enemies to friends to lovers#eventual smut#eventual fluff#eventual romance#smut#angst#hurt/comfort
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Cultural differences here that most locals don’t realize aren���t a thing other places:
* so many Dunkin’ Donuts. I asked a friend why there were so many and she said New Englanders are serious about coffee.
* other chains are limited. No Yogurtland, no Panda Express, no Baskin-Robbins. They have McDonald’s and Starbucks in the bigger towns but only cities have other chain restaurants and fast food places.
* Targets here are sad. I tried to explain what a Super Target was to a friend and she didn’t get it.
* not smiling at strangers. I get the weirdest looks, but I’ve been doing it for 36 years and don’t know how to stop.
* most people here aren’t huggers. And they’re more serious in general.
* salads here come with pita. I was at a friend’s house for dinner and she said “don’t pretend you don’t know what the pita is for” and apparently it’s a thing, you are supposed to make a wrap with your salad.
* people don’t talk about snow management, this huge undertaking is just an unspoken thing. During a snow storm I told a friend I felt trapped in my house like a caged animal. She said she never feels trapped, she likes a good snow storm walk. (That’s a no from me, I need the Target dopamine.)
* serious social etiquette. Being overly nice or overly friendly is weird. Asking questions of a personal nature is rude. Men and women do not commingle unless longtime friends. You’re late if you’re not five minutes early. Proper/conservative attire (unless you’re in high school apparently, do high schoolers wear pajamas everywhere? I don’t recall it being a thing in other places).
* New Englanders are thick-skinned. A friend mentioned that living here will toughen me up, and Justin disagreed. Time will tell I guess.
I’m sure there are others I’ll think of later. I get the lack of ice cream chains though, their local ice cream is amazing.
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Pacific Rim Headcanons #6
How PR characters would react to a clingy S/O while dropping them off at a campus
Requested by @screechinginthevoid
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After a while of being in the PPDC, you decided leave and pursue your other goals, and go to a university to major in [whatever you want to major in]. Your S/O decides to go with you to campus.
Raleigh+Yancy: The brothers would lead you to campus, where you would cling onto them tightly, not wanting to leave them. They would spend the entire day on campus, leading you around to each of your classes so that you wouldn't be alone, but eventually had to go back to the shatterdome.
Mako: You grip her hand tightly, extremely nervous for your first day of classes and to be without her for a long period of time. She softly tells you a few encouraging words, promising you to get some Starbucks (or some food from your favorite restaurant) after all your classes are finished for the day.
Chuck: He walks alongside you to campus, where you hold his arm tightly, not wanting to leave him. He scoffs at you, and tries to gently remove you from his arm, telling you that you're going to be late if you don't get going. Before you leave, he gives you a quick hug and a kiss on the forehead, promising you take you out to dinner later that night.
"Come on Y/N, you can fight a 10 ton 120 meter monster in a giant robot but you can't spend 6 hours without me?"
"Yeah."
Herc: You cling onto his torso when you guys arrive at campus. He gives you a tight hug, nearly cracking your ribs, and promises you that if anyone tries to harm you or cause you any grief he'd make them disappear.
"Just kidding...but seriously though."
Stacker: He makes sure to remind you a bunch of times that it'll only be for a few hours before you see him again, but nevertheless, you cling onto him like you're a five year old and its your first day of kindergarten. He reminds you yet again, gently forcing you in the direction of your class.
Newt: He takes the day off to get you to your campus, you gripping onto his hand tightly. He promises you that he's not going to disappear of the face of the planet while you're gone and hands over your McDonalds happy meal.
Hermann: He takes you to campus where he tries to lead you to class, but you tightly hold onto his arm, refusing to let go. Finally, he manages to persuade you into letting go, telling you that its just a few hours, nothing major.
"See, this is why you should've stayed in the lab with me. But to each their own, I'm glad you're going after your own interests."
Tendo: You made him solemnly swear that he wouldn't do anything stupid without your supervision, and him constantly reminding you that its only a few hours, before you let go, kissing him on the cheek and running off to your first class.
.・゜✧﹒☁﹒✧゜・．
Yayyy I actually managed to write this and it didn't take months :D
#pacific rim#for you#kaiju#chuck hansen#mako mori#hermann gottlieb#newt geiszler#stacker pentecost#raleigh becket#yancy becket#hercules hansen#tendo choi#jeagers#ppdc#giant robots#pacific rim headcanons#headcanon
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The Emmy's, 2022
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When your alarm went off on Monday morning you squeezed your eyes shut. You knew Mia was already awake and you knew she’d be pushing the door open momentarily.
You heard Jason clear his throat, shifting atop the sheets beside you when his right hand flopped over and landed on your thigh.
“Good morning,” Mia cooed once you managed to hit your phone, make it stop. She came in quietly, pushed one of the curtains aside to let some light into your hotel suite.
You’d gotten home late, another party last night to kick off the celebrating with friends and producers and now you were regretting the four glasses of champagne you’d downed before midnight.
You opened your eyes, sat up slowly and blinked a few times. Game day.
Not for you, luckily. For Jason. He’d long accepted now that Mia would show up at sunrise on days like these, coffee and pastries in hand before you had to spend hours in a make up chair.
He had plenty to do today too. They’d all been preparing for the Emmy’s for weeks, hopeful they’d get to celebrate again but equally as excited to shower their showtime counterparts with praise.
“Getting old, huh?” Jason smiled up at you when he rubbed his eyes. He sat up beside you, Mia set down a Starbucks tray on a table across the room.
“I can never keep up when I try to drink with Juno and Hannah,” you admitted with a guilty smile, comforter pooled in your lap.
They both laughed, Jason stood and stretched, made his way to the bathroom when you read through the text messages and blinked the sleep out of your eyes.
Mia stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, her eagerness floated across the room when you padded over.
“Want me to run through the schedule?”
You nodded, reached for your coffee and took a sip when you stared out over Los Angeles. There was noise in the living room, the main door to the suite opened and closed when Cara appeared.
“Carpet starts at 3pm—Jason’s expected right at the end.”
Cara waved and smiled when she came in quietly, dropped off a few things on the table as Mia kept going.
“Your hair is 10am, make up at noon when you finish lunch. Drinks and everything in the Lerner Room with cast and crew at 2pm–everyone has different departure times so time on the carpet is staggered. You and Jason are last.”
You nodded, it’d been a stressful few weeks. Headlines and opposing sides and finally he decided it’d be best to minimize the risk.
You’d walk after the last call, a warning voice would come through speakers and that’s when you’d take your seats. Better to skip the carpet than get sucked into the spotlight and inadvertently fuel a fire that neither of you started.
Cara sipped from her own coffee, apparently sensing the hesitancy that hung in the hotel room like the morning gloom over LA. “You guys just need to focus on celebrating the show and everyone’s hard work.”
You nodded and let her words linger, the clouds wouldn’t last all day and Jason came out from the bathroom looking much more awake than a few minutes earlier.
“Ready to dazzle tonight?” Cara teased, her lips in a challenging smirk, one that must have developed over the last five years of working with her boss.
“Something like that,” he joked. He was whisked into the living room, briefings and breakfast before your suite became a makeshift headquarters for one of Hollywood’s wildest nights.
A FaceTime call with his kids and his parents, you showered and tried to ignore the anxiety that now fogged the mirror alongside steam.
He swore he wasn’t expecting to win, too much of a fan of the other shows and actors to think he’d beat them out.
But he was excited, saying for weeks that he was thrilled to be nominated alongside some of the greats. Even better, the show was back in the Microsoft theatre. No need for zoom calls or tie-dye or anything like that.
When Justine put moisturizer on your face a few hours later, there was finally a moment for you to exhale.
“How do you feel?”
“Good,” you nodded slightly, careful to let her fingers rub over your forehead. “Kailyn’s more nervous than I am probably.”
Justine smiled. Your team was close-knit, years of working together meant years of handling rumors and celebrations alike. “What’s she saying?”
“Just some gentle reminders to have fun and ignore the rest.”
She giggled at your borrowed language and turned back to her palettes.
Kailyn was right. No sense in getting involved in something that wasn't really your business, even if the ring on your finger now dragged you into headlines right beside them.
So you knew that no matter what happened or what the interviewers threw his way, you’d make it out alive and wake up to the same sky and the same guy beside you. That was a good reminder.
Which was what you repeated in your head when you followed behind him, a security detail by your side, all the way by the reporters, inside, past the bars, into the theatre, and to the table.
The room buzzed with excitement and you waved at familiar faces when you wove through, a few friends were interspersed throughout and excited to see you. The rest of the cast and crew in attendance were already seated, Hannah and Juno and Jeremy and drinks secured in hand.
You smiled and hugged them, heard the announcements begin when the lights flickered in warning.
The opening sequence was smooth and energizing, someone delivered drinks and you clinked your glass against his, a quick wink at you in the dark before he leaned and cracked a joke to Brett at the table nearby.
The night went like that, peaceful and uneventful, despite a few losses for the team. You chatted with other friends during quick commercial breaks and told them all about the end of your tour, I can’t believe it’s finally over!
An hour in, your hand smacked his chest when his name echoed the event space. His eyes went a little wide when he stole a glance at you, the whole table laughed and he didn’t mind all eyes on him. I beat Jason Sudeikis!
But the real moment of the evening was when his name echoed again, met with applause a look of shock that had you tugging him up and cheering.
He blinked and shook his head in disbelief, tugged you into his side and pressed a kiss to your cheek before Brett slung an arm over your shoulder, holy fucking shit.
He uttered your name in a string of others, people he loved and thanked and celebrated. And then he did it again, deja vu in the theatre when they all clamored up and stood on stage together. Your hands on your chest and the threat of tears in your eyes, you could feel the camera on your face and for a second, you wondered what a journalist would make of it: Y/N L/N cries like an idiot at Jason Sudeikis’ Emmy wins!
You sipped your cocktail during the commercial break, giggled when Selena came and sat beside you. The people, the dresses, you whispered with your friend and relished in what felt like a normal moment. Eventually security fetched you and pulled you backstage.
They stood in front of another backdrop at the end of the night, photos and awards passed around and you stood with Cara and Mia when the rest of the cast stepped off.
Jason answered more questions, they cheered him on and you stayed towards the back, careful to give them their moment without overstepping.
But you were congratulated too, finally the cameras were off and there was more hooting and hollering like last year as you clamored into a party bus.
This time, you sat up front.
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The rooftop terrace was glowing, string lights overhead as Apple Execs mingled with their front line actors.
Juno tipped back her glass at the afterparty, finished the champagne in her flute and then placed it on the tray of a server nearby.
“Alright,” she nodded her head with determination. “I’m finally drunk enough to mingle.”
“Best wishes,” you teased, a nod of your chin out to the crowd: plenty of people to choose from.
She’d rated outfits with you from the refuge of a high top table, but now drifted out into the sea of jewels and gowns.
Alone for a second and you glanced over at him, a glass in hand when he listened to someone you didn’t recognize. Butterflies pooled in your belly at the thought of joining him, no way you could saunter up and join a conversation with men twice your age.
But a shot of tequila with Hannah got your mind off of it, a slice of pizza when someone ordered delivery. He found you mid-bite.
“I knew I could find you here,” he smirked, a quick glance at Phil and Juno who were stood beside you.
You swallowed, talked around the cheesy goodness. “Where there is food…” you joked.
He reached behind you for his own piece, brought a napkin to spare his suit from any drops of grease. “So,” he took the first bite. “What’s the game plan?”
You looked at Phil and Juno, bowing out of the decision making with a single glance. Not my night, not my call.
“Game plan?” Phil asked. “What are you talkin’ about?”
“It’s almost midnight,” he noted, letting his voice drop to a whisper when he glanced around to make sure he was in the clear. “When do we wanna ditch?”
“Ditch?” Phil was confused but Juno’s eyes lit up and she grinned.
“Are we ditching for what I think we’re ditching for?”
“To hang out at my house in sweatpants and smoke weed?”
Phil’s eyes went wide at the picture you painted, a single nod when he confirmed: “I’m in.”
A slice for the road and a quick ride back home, he steadied you onto the driveway of the house you’d rented over the summer.
It makes sense to have a place here, you’d decided with him one night at dinner. For both of us.
And while you’d been asleep in your hotel suite, the house in the hills was decorated and prepared for the after party of all after parties.
Casual, of course.
Popcorn and slushee machines by the pool, drinking games and a set of pajamas for all of them. Goodie bags with toothbrushes and toiletries, and by 2am you sat at the fire pit on his lap.
Joe and Hannah were on either side of him, laughter floated towards the stars and Jason leaned forward to kiss your shoulder.
You turned slightly to see him, voice quiet when Brett told a story about his parents.
“I think we stayed out of the limelight today,” you decided with a playful smile. “Aside from winning.”
He scoffed a little, one that rolled into laugh when he shrugged. “We’ll see what the internet thinks.”
You let out a breath, took in the detail of his face. He was tired, relieved, but happy. “Fuck the internet,” you reassured, pressing your lips to his forehead.
“—they’re in their own world, completely unaware,” Hannah’s voice burst your cozy bubble. Jason shifted when he heard her, face lit up with an antagonizing smirk.
“Oh calm down,” he laughed. “Once upon a time you were the number one fan of our PDA.”
“Yeah?” Your eyebrows rose when you looked to Hannah for an explanation, the others watched on in amusement.
“When I had to force him to make a move,” she defended. “He was happy as a clam every morning when he’d walk into work and gossip about his nights with you. Probably never would have gone out for your birthday if I hadn’t smacked him upside the head.”
Her words brought back the memory: early summer in New York, the cupcake and the blooming trees and the party at Blake and Ryan’s.
You looked down to Jason, the new detail from Hannah brought a new level of confidence.
“And why did you need the support from our dear friend Hannah?”
Brett answered for him, teasing his friend mercilessly: “because he was so certain you were out of his league!”
“Oh, I am,” you reminded the group seriously. He laughed and pretended to drop you off his lap, jostled his knees just to make you flinch.
By 3am a few people had dipped out, Juno’s boyfriend had a joint between his fingers and passed it to you.
“It’s nice to have our little ritual,” Juno said with an innocent smile, her eyes scanning the circle that seemed to be symbolic.
“What’s that?” Jason asked, watching as you took a puff and then held the joint in midair. He brought it to his lips, took the end of your hit with eyebrows raised.
“Before Y/N was around the nights just kind of trailed off. Now we always smoke weed in a circle and someone says something incredibly cheesy.”
“Like you are right now?” Brett challenged, earning himself a playful glare from Juno.
“Great,” you laughed, “so I’m like, the stoner friend?”
“No, no,” Juno smiled. “I mean, it’s either you or him, but…”
They all laughed, Jason shrugged, I can’t protest, but then he shifted gears when a text came through on his Lock Screen. “So, Cara’s the greatest ever and just sent us In-N-Out delivery.”
That was music to their ears, so you made sure everyone was well fed and had a bed or a couch and finally, you sat on top of your mattress with burgers in hand.
He took off his watch and set it on the nightstand, settling on the mattress before he flopped down. He stared at the ceiling for a second.
“I’m hungry enough to eat yours too,” you threatened.
That made him sit up fast, an outstretched hand before you handed him the paper wrapped burger.
“Does this count as breakfast?”
You looked at the clock nearby. 4:03am.
“I think so.”
He laughed, took a bite and then smiled up at you.
“Thanks for coming.”
“Thanks for having me,” you fluttered your eyelashes.
“I really didn’t think I was gonna win.”
“I know.”
“You know?” He eyed you skeptically.
“You didn’t believe in yourself.”
He let out a tiny laugh at your play on words, smiled when he looked up at you. “You’ve really gotta stop watching that show.”
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The Clones as Things From The Last Week of School
Summer's coming y'all!
Rex- Those awkward last three days of school where you don't bring anything with you so you just wander around empty handed
Echo- Writing in peoples yearbooks cute little messages like "omg you are so cute" and "ilysm <3", even though 98% of the time you don't mean it because you don't like or even know half of these people
Fives- Writing the ultimate "My Summer Plans" somewhere and bragging about that weekend vacation to the lake your dad is taking you on in July.
Jesse- Crying because you won't see your bestie for like 2 days when everyone is saying goodbye the last few minutes of the school year. You guys practically live together calm down brittany.
Kix- Wearing the kickoff of your summer wardrobe to school the last week so everyone will know how HOT you will be poolside this year
Tup- Some schools do an end of the year survey, and I love being able to use this opportunity to anonymously tell certain admins that they suck
Dogma- Walking into empty classrooms because half of your classmates skipped but your mom wouldn't let you.
Hardcase- helping the teacher take down all of the posters and playing with the little sticky tabs that you take off the back
Coric- Spending an entire class period hanging out in the gym or hall because there is really nothing to do.
Bly- Watching the end of the year breakups like a fireworks show, and guessing if the couple will be back together by next year or dating someone else.
99- That amazing feeling of just dumping everything in your locker and desk into the garbage/recycling when you clean everything out
Cody- Actually getting to relax and talk to your teachers like a normal human being.
Waxer/Boil- Field Day. Just a complete and utter waste of a sunny day pretending to do Gym stuff when in reality the only reason you are doing it is to enjoy the 5 cent Popsicle they give out at the end
Wolffe- Showing up 3 hours late the entire month of May with a Starbucks in hand every morning.
Boost/Sinker- Finally not giving a shit because your grades are all passing anyways and just quickly finishing all of your finals so you can shit around
Hunter- Walking right into the classroom, lying your head on the desk, and putting your headphones in-every class- for the entire school day
Wrecker- experiencing the "senior prank" of the year.
Tech- TURNING IN THOSE HEAVY ASS OUTDATED TEXTBOOKS YOU ONLY USED TWICE THE ENTIRE YEAR, EVEN THOUGH YOUR TEACHER INSISTED YOU NEEDED THEM EVERY DAMN DAY.
Crosshair- wildly hating the teacher that makes you work up until the last day of school. 9 out of 10 times this is an Algebra teacher.
Omega- School selfies with friends, teachers
Howzer- Enjoying the "senior walk" of your local high school as the 12th graders leave on their last day and you get to cut class early to go and wave at them
Fox- LOL don't worry you will be back, you landed in summer school.
Gregor- Fun field trip for certain grades for the last week of school that are a tradition for the school (amusement parks, a special picnic)
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Baker!Phil Masterlist
Before You Walk Away (ao3) - larabfb
Summary: Phil sugarcoats his cupcakes; Dan sugarcoats his emotions, smothers them under layer after layer of petal pink icing, lets them soak in it until he feels like he’s drowning.
begin and never cease (ao3) - palomeheart
Summary: Dan is a grumpy second year law student living with reclusive, perpetual grad student named Phil. When the holiday season brings out a side of Phil that Dan’s never seen before, Meanwhile, when Phil finds out Dan hates all things festive, he makes it his goal to change Dan’s mind before Christmas. And also to find the perfect mince pie.
Caramel Macchiato Eyes (ao3) - CelestialYuuri
Summary: Phil is the young owner of Decadence, one of Manchester’s most promising and delicious bakeries. Always smiling and always baking, he’s secretly wishes to find someone of his own, creating one dazzling wedding cake after another. Dan works at a nearby Starbucks, but it’s sucking the life out of him. Regardless, he tries to make time to visit Decadence. Throughout Dan’s Saturday night visit each week, Dan and Phil have gotten to know each other minimally, but they’ve never truly had time to sit down and talk for more than five minutes. So, what happens when the entrepreneur and the regular actually get to know each other?
clumsy (ao3) - ordanary
Summary: Phil’s clumsiness often lands him in sticky situations, like when he spills flour all over his crush, Dan Howell and his little sister one day at the bakery where he works.
Don’t Leave Me Dry (ao3) - quarterleigh
Summary: Phil owns a bakery. Dan is a busker who performs outside.
every flavour special (ao3) - confettiicecream
Summary: Phil works in an LA cupcake shop, dreaming up new flavours every day, and making YouTube videos with his friend of two years, Dan. But when the departure of half the shop staff and the constant scrutiny of their fanbase puts Dan and Phil under pressure, can their friendship handle it? Cupcakes and cameos feature in this bitter-sweet study of peer pressure and different kinds of love.
Icing Fights And Lovebites - phanlight
Summary: It’s nearly Dan’s birthday, and Phil wants to celebrate by making him a cake in a baking video. But will things go according to plan? Read on to find out more!
I Don’t Know Anyone Else (Who Can Make Me Feel This Way) (ao3) - rainbowchristy
Summary: It started as a simple video idea. Little did Phil know, it’d lead to the missing piece in his life. A piece by the name of Dan.
Or: Phil tries cooking and his pregnant neighbour comes by to ask for some of whatever smells so good. Several times.
One For The Money (ao3) - philcantwerk
Summary: Phil works in Lester Bakery, and one summer afternoon he’s visited by Dan Howell, a man with a guitar and a beautiful voice.
Pretty Odd - phillestatos
Summary: Dan Howell, piano teacher and speedster, craves chocolate cakes at three in the morning. He meets a baker named Phil who owns the only store opened at three in the morning and who bakes the most delicious chocolate cake in the world. It’s a pretty odd love story.
Secrets and S'more (ao3) - flowerchilddeeno
Summary: In which Dan and Phil are coworkers who seem to hate one another, but then something happens at the staff Christmas party.
Sugar (ao3) - lovergalore
Summary: Phil works at a bakery and Dan is a single Dad.
Sweet as Sugar (ao3) - Fyria
Summary: Phil owns a bakery. A late customer starts coming in, and Phil finds him quite interesting…
Violins And Cookies (wattpad) - caitlinthedork
Summary: Dan has a new neighbor. His new neighbor Phil who happens to be an insomniac who loves playing the violin in the dead of the night, baking cookies and who also has a cat who spends half of her time in Dan’s house. Dan finds Phil very annoying but he really can’t resist those blue-green eyes...
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“Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal.” for SasuSaku (plus if it's Sakura saying it to Sasuke) HAHAHA
Hi @kairi-chan....I know it’s about time I responded to this ask. Whelp, better late than never 😂 So let’s get to it
Maddening
Rating T+ (Some cursing but mostly idiotic people in love)
College AU, One Shot
Just another day of the most frustrating day of our lives....college finals. Books have covered my bed, desk, dining table, hell even my toilet has been home to a medical book while I was attempting to get ready. Only a few more test and I’m finished with medical school. At this point it’s felt like a lifetime but in reality it’s only been 8 years in the making.
My foot bounced nonstop while Professor Shizune paced through the desks, her eyes felt like daggers. There’s no doubt in my mind that she will be reporting any and all results to Lady Tsunade. The woman has the ability to hire and fire any doctor within Konaha. Someone that also happens have been my mentor since I was twelve. I don’t want to let her down. She may have high expectations for my results but mine are higher. Chief Surgen is my goal and I will reach it. Slamming the door open, the early spring air hits me in the face. The stinging sensation is welcomed as a distraction from the medical jargon swirling in my mind.
“Sakura-chan! Over here!” A loud, screeching voice breaks me from my thoughts as I look up to see my blond headed best friend and my crush since primary school. Naruto is dressed head to toe in orange workout clothes, finished off with a pair of worn in black air forces. I know that Kushina buys him better clothes than that but he’s been hopelessly in love with orange since he was six. On the open side of the spectrum Sasuke is dressed in a pair of black cargo pants, black shirt and a black and white flannel. His signature combat books are tied loosely on his feet. His hair in it’s casual messy state. Even after so many years he still manages to make my heart flutter. Or it might be a heart palpitation.
“What is it Naruto? I need to get some coffee and study for my last final for Professor Kakashi’s psychology class.” Something seems off with the two of them. Naruto has been moving his gaze between Sasuke and I since I started to walk over to them.
“We know that you’re so stressed and probably haven’t been eating properly.” Naruto snickers as he reaches out to pinch at my sweater covered side. He’s got me there. I think I’ve been to Starbucks at least five times a day for the past three weeks. Thinking back on it, when was the last time I ate something besides a bagel?
“Dobe, you can tell just by how her hair is tossed up into a messy bun. When’s the last time you brushed that thing?” Leave it to Sasuke to be straight to the point. I elbow the man in the side before walking past the two, turning my head over my shoulder waiting for another dumbass comment on my appearance.
“Good job teme. You made her mad. Anyways Sakura-chan, we wanted to take you to dinner or at least cook something for you at our apartment. Which will soon be yours too. I mean you’re finally about to graduate and move into the city with us!” Naruto skips up beside me and adjusts his strides to match with mine, Sasuke lingers just behind us. No doubt he has his hands buried in his pockets.
“Can you stop yelling moron? People are trying to take tests and no one really wants to hear your voice.” Sasuke groans as he finally gets back into line with us.
“Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal. Seriously what’s up your ass today?” Sasuke glares down at me and rolls his eyes. Yeah...something’s really off. Normally Sasuke can at least participate in the banter. But today he’s stone faced.
“Just ignore his ass Sakura-chan. Teme woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Anyways, how about you come over to our apartment at seven tonight. You can eat dinner and then we can bring you back to campus.” The offer is very tempting considering I haven’t spent much time with my best friends in a month.
“Deal, your apartment at seven. I’m going back to my apartment to shower and I’ll catch a taxi or something.”
“Hn, I’ll just wait with you until then. It’s only a few hours anyways and the dobe already has the food prepped.” Raising a brow at him, I shoot Naruto a look and all he can do is shrug his shoulders.
“Alright! See you two then. Maybe Hinata-chan can come over and help me get everything cooked.” Before we can even reply back, he’s on the phone and not paying attention to the world around him. Typical Naruto. You wouldn’t be able to tell that he’s on the way to be VP of Uzumaki Technologies.
The space around us is quiet as we walk across campus to my apartment. It’s small, one bed and one bath but big enough for me until I graduate. Unlocking the door, I step to the side and allow Sasuke to walk in and plop himself down on my couch. Just like Naruto, the soon to be VP of Uchiha Financial is a typical 27-year-old man. Brooding and the occasional loner.
“If you don’t want to be here, then you can leave Sasuke. I’m perfectly capable of getting to your apartment alone.” Huffing I slam my book down on my dining table and take a few strides to my bedroom. He’s gotten under my skin yet again.
“Look who needs a Happy Meal now. Dropping my honorific and storming away from me.” It’s something I’ve tried to make a habit of. I spent too long trying to get the young Uchiha to notice me. Sasuke-kun was an immediate response in my vocabulary that it took Ino and our girl group getting me drunk and in tears to finally decide to drop it. That was two years ago and now he has a problem with it.
“What do you want from me Sasuke? I haven’t used an honorific for over two years and now you have a problem with it? There’s usually something up your ass but today there’s something extra crammed up there.” I continue getting ready for dinner. Stripping down to just my cami and underwear, I walk into the short hallway. Arms folded across my chest and I stare at the man sitting in front of me.
The few seconds feel like an eternity. But when he doesn’t move, I roll my eyes and step into my bathroom and the door closes with a slam. Who the fuck does he think he is? He’s been like a plague to my heart since the day I realized that I would never stand a chance. I’m his girl best friend, the one that the girls go to for advice on how to win his heart over. Or worse, how to end the night in his bed.
Pulling my cami above my head, my bathroom door slams open and Sasuke’s eyes almost have a red tint to them as he glares at me. My arms swiftly come down to cover my chest, who the fuck does he think he is. My temper starts to rise but I instantly cower as he makes a few steps in front of me.
“Do you not realize how maddening you are? You aren’t afraid to question me, make fun of me. You aren’t afraid to put me in my place. It makes me mad, it drives me nuts. Sakura Haruno you are literally the most annoying and maddening woman I’ve ever met in my life.” Sasuke is out of breath by the time he finishes. There are parts of my brain that make me want to respond in anger. But there are other parts that want me to cry. What is the whole point of this confession?
“Maddening? Annoying? You know if you’re trying to compliment a woman those aren’t the words I would suggest. But I’ll ask you one more time, Sasuke, what do you want?” I straighten my posture and meet his gaze with as much conviction.
“I want you! I’m so sick of you pretending that you don’t want the exact same thing. You dropped my honorific two years ago. Around the same time that Karin bitch started following me like a damn puppy. Don’t think that Ino doesn’t talk to Sai, who just so happens to work with me. You have called me Sasuke-kun since that day we shared a bento box in primary school. You called me Sasuke-kun when that moron Hashi left you all alone at our middle school dance, your green eyes were red from crying and you just wanted to go back to my house and watch movies. You called me Sasuke-kun in your valedictorian speech. It’s Sasuke-kun that you whisper when you fall asleep on my couch after watching those dumb romcoms. I’m still saved as Sasuke-kun in your phone. So tell me why did you drop my honorific?” His breathing is ragged and I swear his eyes are blood red. He really remembered all that…
“Because no matter what I’ll never be good enough for you. I’m not these skinny little wanna be models that throw themselves at you. I’m not the business woman that basically serves themself to you in your office. I am who I am. Someone that works for 12 to 20 hours a day, covered in blood, sweat, tears. Someone that doesn’t remember to brush her hair because she’s too focused on her career and saving lives. I’m not someone you can take to these business dinners or someone that fits in with the family traditions.”
“I don’t want those trashy women. All they want is the Uchiha looks and money. And I know who you are. I’ve known you since we were children. I want every piece of you, even if that means that I have to brush your hair for you. As for my family, Mikoto already assumes that you’re going to be her daughter in the future. She pesters me every day about you.”
There’s a shift in the air around us, Sasuke steps back from me with a chuckle and wipes his face with both hands. Raking his fingers through his already messy hair, somehow making it look better. His confession starts to register in my brain and I can’t think straight. Why didn’t he just say something?! All these years of fucking mind games.
“Then why didn’t you say anything?” I reach out and shove at his shoulder. He just shrugs his shoulders and his infamous smirk plasters itself on his lips.
“I wanted to wait until you were done with school. I knew how much all of this meant to you. Even though there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that you wouldn't make it. So you could imagine how it felt when Naruto started to dig through my old stuff from high school. He found all the proof he needed and has been pestering me for the past month about asking you out.” There’s a pink tint to his cheek as he looks down to the ground.
“So that’s why you were cranky earlier outside of the medical building.” He nods his head as an answer. Back to the silent type.
“Yeah, needless to say I was in a mood. But you really didn’t need to call me out and say I needed a happy meal. I’m not a child.” Sasuke doesn’t meet my gaze, I can’t help but burst out laughing. I did kinda call him out earlier, but what else am I for?
“What else are girlfriends for?” That word makes him look at me in amazement. Like I was the shiny new toy waiting under the Christmas tree. He smiles widely before shaking his head in agreement.
“But please never tell me to get a happy meal again. That was just embarrassing.”
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*watches Yuri!!! on Ice for the ninth time in 8 weeks*
I like this a normal amount 🙃
In other news guess who's walked into a new fandom five years late with Starbucks ready to write fic again for the first time in over a year?????
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Wow another story. Who is she? Totally getting back into my comfort group of seventeen.
Part one: the first meeting.
The aroma of coffee filled the small dorm room. There was the beginnings of movement around the small kitchen. Cereal being poured, coffee being brewed, grumbles of sleepy good mornings.
All this tranquility was broken by an intense pounding on the door. Jeonghan paused at the refrigerator door. His brows crinkled together in confusion when the knocking sounded again. Dino, being closest to the door, opened it.
“Thank you! Is Seungkwan ready? He wanted a ride today” a bubbly girl in a school uniform entered the dorm. Jeonghan was confused, along with a few other members. The remaining members, including Seungcheol just waved.
“He’s almost ready” the leader added. You rolled your eyes and grabbed a coffee mug, making your way to the keurig.
“Excuse me” you said to Jeonghan who was still standing by the refrigerator looking confused. A strand of his long hair fell in his eyes and he pushed it back taking a seat next to Seungcheol.
“Who is that? And why does she act Ike she knows her way around?” He asked as Seungcheol took a sip of coffee.
“Seungkwan’s school friend. Her dad owns the security in this building so she comes and goes as she likes.” He shrugged.
“She’s cute”
“Don’t even go there. Seungkwan would be pissed and he warned us her dad does not like her dating”
“Too bad” Jeonghan added as you poured creamer in your coffee, conversing with Dino. He bit his lip as he looked at you in a school uniform that you wore super short on purpose. It was senior year for you and seungkwan, your high school bestie.
There had always been a lot of pressure on you to look and act your best from your successful father, but even more so this year. There were so many plans that needed to be made for your future! For now, your focus was on being social. It was senior year after all!
“I see that look. Don’t think about it. Seriously.” Seungcheol said noticing Jeonghan staring at you.
“I’ll definitely be thinking about it, but I won’t act on it. Don’t worry” Jeonghan squeezed his friends shoulder in reassurance.
Seungcheol wasn’t convinced but before he could say anything else, Seungkwan came bursting into the room. He was dressed but still looked sleepy.
“Starbucks” he said as a way to greet you.
“No way! We will be late. Besides the limo doesn’t fit in the drive through” you shrugged.
“Why the limo today?” Seungkwan whined.
“Dad needed the town car” you shrugged. Seungkwan pouted and began to complain more.
“We could always walk” you offered sarcastically.
“Please, the limo is fine. I just don’t like everyone staring at us as we get out” he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and pushed back his hair.
“Oh, so you don’t like being the center of attention? Since when?” You teased your friend and Jeonghan chuckled.
“If we leave now we can get Starbucks but your buying” you checked your watch and hitched your bag on your shoulder.
“Fine! And your so going to get dress coded for your skirt. Talk about being the center of attention” Seungkwan rolled his eyes. You opened your mouth to say something but Jeonghan beat you to it.
“It looks nice” he defended with a smirk. You blushed but thanked him in a small voice. Seungkwan rolled his eyes again. Seungcheol rubbed his temples.
“Five minutes. Couldn’t even contain yourself for five minutes” Seungcheol said as you and Seungkwan exited.
“It’s the school uniform” Jeonghan said unabashedly. Dino nodded.
“She’s over here all the time now that her and Seungkwan seem to have gotten close their senior year. Please just don’t do anything that would piss off her dad. We could get in big trouble” Seungcheol kept his speech simple and to the point.
“I can’t get in trouble for looking” Jeonghan joked, but the message was heard loud and clear. You were off limits.
That night however, Jeonghan found himself sitting on the couch as you and Seungkwan walked in, more Starbucks in hand.
“Maybe I’m being unfair, but Mrs. Kim is so biased with her grades”
“You’re being unfair. I did fine” you said.
“But you enjoy history. I despise-“
“Using your brain in any capacity?” You teased your best friend. Jeonghan couldn’t help but laugh again. You greeted him as he sat up on the couch.
“Anyways, who else is going to the party this weekend?” Seungkwan asked in a whisper. You briefly looked towards the couch where Jeonghan sat, feeling apprehensive. Deciding if Seungkwan was confident talking so openly, you would’ve too. Little did you know, Jeonghan strained his ears to listen.
“Practically everyone but are you sure it’s a good idea for you to sneak out?” You whispered back.
“I’m not missing this!” He added.
“Ok! Ok.” You said before he raised his voice.
“I’ll pick you up at 9. We can change at my place and head out”
Before anything else could be said, more members entered the room and multiple conversations filled the small space.
You looked around, feeling like you were being watched. Jeonghan met your gaze and shook his head with a smirk. You looked away nervously, hoping he hadn’t heard anything. He walked your way, and you pretended not to notice or be bothered by it.
“Naughty naughty…” he said as he stood next to you in the kitchen filling himself a glass of water.
“I don’t know what you mean” you tried to play it off by biting your Starbucks straw.
He leaned against the counter, your shoulders touching, and lowered his voice.
“Come on. I heard every word” he told you. You weren’t sure what to say, so you drank the last bit of your Starbucks as he continued.
“I won’t tell Coups but please be careful. I won’t cover for you if he asks me directly where Seungkwan is.”
“You aren’t going to tell?” You asked looking up at him thankfully. This conversation surprised you.
“It’s not my place to do that. You need to learn on your own if helping your friend sneak out is a good idea. He could get in a lot of trouble” he said and you fell silent for a moment.
“Are you this good at making everyone feel guilty?”
“Yes” he said with a smirk.
“Just one party. It’s senior year!” You reasoned. And he shrugged.
“Enjoy it. Have fun. Make mistakes.” He turned to face you.
“Make all the bad decisions you want” he added in a low voice before walking off.
You couldn’t tell if he was trying to flirt with you or make you feel bad, but he definitely left you thinking.
That weekend, Jeonghan had fallen asleep on the couch. He was too comfortable to move to his bed so he covered himself with a blanket and settled in. Sometime around one in the morning, he was woken up by the front door of the dorm slowly being opened. He wasn’t alarmed, but he opened his eyes when he heard giggling.
“Sh!” You said covering a drunk Seungkwan’s mouth. This only made him giggle more and fall to the floor. This made you giggle.
“Seungkwan keep it together! You are going to wake someone up!” You whispered.
“I can’t stand!” He giggled.
“Well crawl your way to your room if you have to” you giggled too.
“Just stop right there and get a glass of water” Jeonghan stood from the couch and confronted you. He sighed. You froze as Seungkwan tried to stand but fell over. You mentally thanked him for making the situation worse.
Jeongnan sighed again at the sight of you and walked over.
“I’ll help him to his room. You bring a glass of water and a Tylenol” he whispered grabbing Seungkwan under his arm and helping him up. Doing as you were told, you silently followed to Seungkwan’s room and placed the water and Tylenol on his bedside table. You stayed silent and apprehensive. Jeonghan was bound to say something to Seungkwan’s leader and get you both in trouble. Your dad would be so mad if he found out. Not to mention how much trouble Seungkwan would be in with the company. Could this hurt his chances of debut with his friends?
Jeonghan also stayed silent until he had closed the door behind you and were out in the hallway. He sighed, but you saw he was smiling. You relaxed, but only a little.
“This is how you listen to my warning?” He whispered. He was so close to not wake anyone up that you felt his breath on your face.
“I got him back in one piece” you defended.
“And drunker than I’ve ever seen him before” he added.
“That wasn’t my fault. You know he is bad at drinking games”
He opened his mouth to say something else when a door behind him opened. To your dismay Seungcheol poked his head out and you knew he was going to be mad. You opened your mouth to defend your friend and his actions, when Jeonghan spoke up for you.
“Y/n was nice enough to drop off an important homework assignment Seungkwan has forgotten to do. She was just leaving” he told Seungcheol who looked sleepy. He looked back and forth between Jeonghan and you but didn’t say anything. He rolled his eyes, closed his door, and you let out the breath you had been holding.
“Thank you” you whispered to Jeonghan.
“I’m not defending you again” he said. You nodded.
“It’s pretty late. Why don’t you stay? There’s plenty of room on the couch for both of us” he flirted. You weren’t sure if he was joking so you laughed it off.
“You wish” you smiled as he walked you to the door.
#seventeen au#seventeen fanfic#seventeen blurb#seventeen drabbles#seventeen jeonghan#seventeen oneshot#seventeen imagines#jeonghan#jeonghan au#jeonghan blurb#jeonghan drabbles#jeonghan fanfiction
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welcome to notting hill artemis & rachael, we’re super excited to have you here, you’ve got twenty-four hours to send in your account!
⸻ JANHVI KAPOOR. SHE/HER / have you ever heard of JUST LIKE HEAVEN by the cure, well, it describes FARIDA KHAN to a tee! the twenty six year old, and OCCASIONAL MODEL was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say SHE is more detached or more ANTICIPATIVE instead? anyway, they remind me of a distinct yearning of a time you can’t ever get back, soft conversations in your native tongue on a crowded train, mismatched shoelaces and being casually cruel in the name of being honest, maybe you’ll bump into them soon! **replacing farah** [ ARTEMIS ]
⸻ MARIS RACAL. SHE/HER / have you ever heard of WALK OF SHAME by pink, well, it describes DAVINA ALVAREZ to a tee! the twenty five year old, and DJ AT CLOUD NINE was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say SHE is more boisterous or more PLAYFUL instead? anyway, they remind me of last night’s glitter, a playlist for every mood, the snooze button hit one too many times and a walk of shame, maybe you’ll bump into them soon! **replacing nathaly** [ ARTEMIS ]
⸻ PATRICK GIBSON. HE/HIM / have you ever heard of JUST PRETEND by bad omens, well, it describes FOSTER MÜLLER to a tee! the twenty eight year old, and LINE COOK AT BELLE NOURRTURE was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say HE is more distractible or more SHARING instead? anyway, they remind me of organized text group chats, a playlist for every mood, disposable cameras and the feeling of staying in vs going out, maybe you’ll bump into them soon! **filling Luna and Sydney’s older brother WC** [ ARTEMIS ]
⸻ JASMIN SAVOY BROWN. SHE/HER / have you ever heard of ANCIENT DREAMS IN A MODERN LAND by marina, well, it describes CLARISSA DUNN to a tee! the twenty nine year old, and VOCALIST AT MCCLAIN STUDIOS was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say SHE is more irresponsible or more SENTIMENTAL instead? anyway, they remind me of showing up five minutes late with Starbucks, midday target trips, late night joints shared on a rooftop, and the soft scent of lemongrass, maybe you’ll bump into them soon! [ ARTEMIS ]
⸻ MELISSA BARRERA. SHE + HER / have you ever heard of if it makes you happy by sheryl crow, well, it describes CALLA ROJAS to a tee! the twenty-eight year old, and bartender at back of the net bar and grill was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say she is more closed-off or more free-spirited instead? anyway, they remind me of early mornings spent in the ocean, the sound of waves crashing through an open window, tan lines that develop after being in the sun for too long, and the smell of salty ocean air, maybe you’ll bump into them soon! [RACHAEL]
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welcome to revolution records , chalita “lita” chaimongkhon & hyejin kwon ! mookda narinrak & kang seulgi are now unavailable . please report to the front desk within the next 24 hours and before settling in , make sure to go over the details of your contract with the department of human resources on the fourth floor .
꒰⠀⠀⠀⠀mookda narinrak. twenty six. cis woman. she/her.⠀⠀⠀⠀꒱ hold your f*** horses ! chalita "lita" chaimongkhon has just been spotted walking into revolution headquarters. they are best known for being a indie pop singer & songwriter and have been signed with the label for five years. they share a lot of interesting things about life in the music industry on their social media, so make sure you don’t forget to follow them at @lita. fans know them for being melodramatic but i swear they’ve got a altruistic side as well. maybe that explains why they’re always associated with nag champa incense burning on your bed side table to mask the smell of smoke, fresh cut multicolored snapdragons in a tiffany's vase, hands shaking from too much caffeine. stan twitter even voted them most likely to take their fans out to dinner. we’ll see how they live up to that reputation.
꒰⠀⠀⠀⠀kang seulgi. twenty nine. cis woman. she/her.⠀⠀⠀⠀꒱ hold your f*** horses ! hyejin kwon has just been spotted walking into revolution headquarters. they are best known for being the label’s resident choreographer and have been working with the label for seven years. they share a lot of interesting things about life in the music industry on their social media, so make sure you don’t forget to follow them at @hyejinchoreo. the office knows them for being mischievous but i swear they’ve got a resilient side as well. maybe that explains why they’re always associated with a black cat slinking around a dark room, the full moon heavy in the night sky, a well worn leather jacket with matching dr martens. their coworkers even voted them most likely to show up late with starbucks. we’ll see how they live up to that reputation.
#revolution.accepted#first acceptance; these are exciting times <3#new rp#appless rp#oc rp#tumblr rp
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time out
summary: you and yangyang have hated each other from the very first time you met, but he’s great friends with your roommate. when she gets tired of all the fighting, she puts the two of you together in time out until you can get along
length: 1,928 words
tags: enemies to lovers, meet ugly, angry sex, rough sex
Maybe it was odd to live in this day and age, to be no one of vital cultural or political importance, and to claim that you have an enemy. A mortal nemesis. And not like the kind that you have to deal with when you're playing games.
Liu YangYang was your enemy. He lived to spite you.
You first met YangYang by happenstance. Your first full day living in Seoul, freshly arrived and fully enrolled to take classes at a university. Things should have been good but they weren't because it was storming and you'd overslept so you'd missed your bus, and then there you were after a rough morning and this guy just stole your expensive Starbucks drink right off the counter.
And then he spilled it on you by walking right into you.
The next time you met him, was even worse. Because it was in your apartment as he snuck out of your roommate's room. After they'd had noisy sex that kept you awake, and they'd fallen stopped and fallen silent about thirty minutes before.
You'd thought they were asleep, so you ventured out to the kitchen, and that's when you spot him tiptoeing from her room. Clearly he was trying to sneak out of this one night stand, so when you loudly start complaining that he's the same guy that stole your drink at Starbucks and spilled it on you, he grows irritated. Especially when your roommate pops her head out the door and sees him trying to sneak out.
So he kinda dislikes you for that.
And then you realize that you have a class with him, and that's only the first of many similarities that you and your worst enemy share, the things that keep throwing you together just so you can butt heads in the worst of ways.
When your roommate starts to fuck YangYang semi-regularly, you have to see even more of him. Unfortunately, you also hear quite a bit too. Sometimes you'll come home late from classes and he's just there grabbing a snack or a drink from the kitchen (too many times it's been something of yours that he's taking).
To make it worse, she stops fucking him and actually becomes friends with YangYang, which means that he's around even more and that's really not fair, because you like your roommate. You're actually really close with her, but she has a shitty taste in guys she hooks up with and then becomes friends with.
"Friends don't do this kind of shit," you complain to her one day after you came home to find YangYang there. He'd left almost immediately, too pissed at you to even be able to pretend to tolerate your presence. "How can you be friends with my worst enemy?"
She rolls her eyes. "You two are so dramatic."
On the rare occasions when you are in each others presence for longer than five minutes, there are always fiery arguments that flare up about the simplest things. Many times either one of you will bring up issues from long ago, the sources of your feud such as him stealing your drink and spilling it on you or you ratting him out while he was trying to sneak out.
It annoys your roommate to no end, even after two years of you being her friend and roommate, two years of YangYang being your enemy and her friend.
"Can't the two of you please shut the hell up!" She yells, getting between you and him.
Tonight he's at your apartment. He's made himself comfortable on the sofa with your roommate, but he's using your blanket to get comfy, all snuggled up in it like it's his own.
"I'm going to put you in time out if you can't behave!" She says again, putting on a motherly tone she's begun adopting when she has the two of you in the same space. "I'm so tired of this. Just grow up. You're not enemies, you're just being children."
You don't expect her to actually do it, but then she's somehow grabbed you and YangYang, dragging you both by the arms into your bedroom. She shuts the door and tells you both to work it out. She's not letting either of you out of this apartment until you've talked it out and finally get along.
She slams your bedroom door shut, and a moment later you hear the door of the apartment shut too.
You're not sure you've ever actually been alone with YangYang. You're not entirely sure what to do.
But then he starts bitching at you for getting the two of you locked in your bedroom together, how it's always your fault, that you're the one that started it tonight, just like usual.
He's right there in front of you, his eyes burning as he looks at you. His lips are moving but the rushing sound of your heart pounding with building anger begins to drown out his words until you're only looking at YangYang's lips and you're angry and you want him to just shut up.
Both of you make sounds of shock when you kiss him.
You didn't mean to, but it worked.
YangYang stops talking, though for an instant his lips kept moving against yours, before shock overwhelmed you both and you pull apart.
"You kissed me," YangYang gasps. "What the fuck?"
Your mind races. You don't know why you did that. You hadn't been thinking about kissing him, but it had happened anyway.
He stares at you, and you can't wrap your mind around that you'd just kissed your mortal nemesis. That he was still standing there right in front of you, that he was still looking right at your lips.
When YangYang kisses you it's slightly less of a surprise.
He channels everything he's got into the kiss--the anger and frustration, the confusion and the hungry passion.
You don't make it to your bed. YangYang's hungry kiss sweeps you right in, pulls you closer, weakens your knees so you're dragging him down with you as you sink to the floor. YangYang presses his body over yours, hands pushing under and pushing away clothes. You drag and tear at his clothes too, and he curses your name when you succeed in stretching the collar of his tshirt, the fabric making a popping sound as the seams rip a little, exposing just a little bit more of his skin which you bring your mouth to.
It's angry, the way that you kiss, the way you touch each other. His hands grab roughly at your thighs. He jerks your pants down your legs. You scratch down his back, bite at YangYang's shoulders when he drags his shirt over his head.
And when finally you're all hot skin against hot skin, sharp tongues and teeth, gruff voices hissing at each other and cursing, at last YangYang thrusts into you. He's not even slightly gentle, doesn't go easy.
He braces his arms on either side of your head, fingers tangling with your hair splayed across the floor. He leans up over you and as he starts to pound into you--speaking filth about how tight your cunt feels around him, how pathetic you sound as you whine with each deep press of his cock inside you--you grip at his hips and sides, dragging your nails over his skin, and you lift your head from the floor to kiss and lick and suck and bite at his chest.
This is a different kind of a fight, but at the same time it's the same fight you've been having for two years.
You shove YangYang over onto his back, grab his hands and pin them above his head as you ride him, taking your own pleasure on his cock. He keeps struggling against your hold on his hands, swearing and moaning when you lower your head to keep marking up his chest.
You're both in constant motion, struggling to be on top, to be in control.
YangYang fights his hands free of your hold, and he sits up, grabbing your hips and pulling you down on his cock as he thrusts up into you. You grab a handful of his hair, yanking on it until he's gasping and your name bleeds from his lips almost like a plea. His fingers dig into your ass, he pulls his hands away just to slap a burning handprint against your skin.
You pull him down over you as you sink down onto your back, your arms twisted around the back of his neck, your legs fastened around his hips.
YangYang pistons into you, and you twist your fingers through his hair and crush his mouth to yours.
He goes still at last when he cums. His mouth moves slowly against yours, his body collapsing over you, pinning you to the floor.
"I think I like time out," YangYang mumbles against your lips. Slowly, he starts grinding his cock inside you again, and at this angle with him pressed as firmly against you as he can, you even get the sweet friction of your clit against his belly.
When you cum, YangYang keeps moving. He's still hard, and the way he starts rocking shallowly into you just feels so good that your eyes close and you roll your head back against the floor, pushing at YangYang's shoulders, your lips parting to let out some whines.
YangYang laughs, kissing down your chest as he pulls out of you. He kisses down to your belly before he rises onto his knees, and you look up at him, following the line of his body down to where his hand wraps around his cock, stroking himself while he looks down at your pussy, at his first load starting to leak out of you.
The second time he cums, it lands across your belly.
You shove YangYang away when he drops down over you again, rubbing his tip through the mess, smearing it even more across your belly. He topples onto his side with a laugh, and you refuse to admit how the sound makes your heart leap in your chest.
You smack at his arm, and that only makes him laugh harder.
He grabs your hand when you go for another smack, and then he's tugging, smoothly pulling you up over top of him so you're straddling his waist. His sticky cum starts to settle down your belly, dripping where it's still quite wet.
"If you keep fighting with me we'll never get out of here." YangYang reaches a hand out, slicking his fingers with his cum. "We're in time out until we like each other."
You gasp when YangYang drops his sticky fingers down to your clit, using his cum on his fingers as something like lube, not that you need it. Your cunt is still leaking his cum down against his abdomen. Your pussy throbs though at his touch, and it's not fair that your body has betrayed you so much.
This is YangYang, your enemy, the guy you've disliked since the very first time you met. He shouldn't be able to make you feel so good.
You lean forward, pushing your hands roughly down against his shoulders so he's pinned to the floor. But still his fingers massage your clit. The fine, warm pleasure tingles under your skin.
"I guess we'll be stuck in time out for a long time, then," you sigh. "Who knows how many orgasms it'll take before I'm dumb enough to actually like you."
YangYang grins, happy to take that challenge.
a/n: based on the request “what about yangyang and you mutually disliking each other (enemies) and one day bickering and fighting your brain decides it's a good idea to kiss him to shut him up, but pull back quickly then you're both like all shocked like what the fuck? and he just kisses you again ... and well, the rest is history.”
#yangyang smut#wayv smut#nct smut#yangyang#liu yangyang#wayv#nct#wayv fanfic#nct fic#wayv fic#yangyang day!!
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how you meet - college!txt
warnings: n/a, no warnings i don't think!
a/n: first imagine! please enjoy it and feel free to request more! i have a list of groups i'll write for so please don't hesitate to ask! :) or feel free to send me messages about anything tbh ! also the rest of the members are below the cut!
𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗻
you met when his skateboard hit a bump in the sidewalk and he fell right in front of you
you happened to have some bandages in your backpack and helped get him patched up
as a thank you (and to make you forget about how embarrassing that was for him) he invited you to the dining hall for lunch
you two bonded over a lot of shared interests and you found out you lived in the same dorm building!!
yeonjun is always trying to get you to come skateboard around campus after dark with him
“there’s no people walking around! it’s perfect! just come skate with me :(“
you go with him only to make sure he doesn’t trip over the sidewalk again in the dark
you spend a lot of late nights running around campus, eating snacks, going to little hangouts with his group of friends and just generally being menaces
he’s always making you two stop so you can take pictures of him in front of the weird statues on campus so he can post them on the gram
he’s always telling you about events on campus, being the little social butterfly he is
he drags you along to said events “so you can make more friends and take a break from studying for five seconds!!!!!!”
he’s always getting into something but he’s definitely brought you out of your shell and helped you truly enjoy your college years
and to think, it started because of a crack in the sidewalk
𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗻
you met at the vending machines in the student union
he was trying to buy a soda but the machine gave him two?? what??
you were trying to buy a bag of chips at the vending machine right beside him and he just turned to you suddenly
“hey do you like sprite?? i got two… somehow”
he flashed those dimples and you couldn’t possibly say no
you two went your separate ways at that point, but the next day, you saw soobin again at the same vending machine!!
he didn’t notice you walking up beside him and jumped out of his skin when you spoke
“did the machine give you two this time?” you joked
when he realized it was you, he visibly relaxed and smiled
“no, but i can buy you one if you want?”
damn that was smooth, ok soobin, i see you i am Looking
after that, you became besties and study partners almost immediately, always meeting up in the library to work beside each other
he rambles on about the classes he’s taking and what interesting tidbits he learned that day
little studious bookworm guy
his rambling is very endearing but not conducive to studying quietly, so most of the time, you never get any work done :’)
you still love hanging out with soobin though, he’s just simply a nice person to be around
𝗯𝗲𝗼𝗺𝗴𝘆𝘂
you had a caffeine addiction and you had it bad
every day before your first class, you stopped by the campus starbucks to get yourself a drink
it got to the point where the baristas recognized your order and would have it ready for you as soon as they saw you walk in
you were grateful :’) but also embarrassed hahaha
sometimes the baristas drew fun little things on your cup, like stars and smiley faces and encouraging messages
one of the baristas in particular liked to doodle on your cup
his name was beomgyu :) and he was very cute and very nice
you may or may not have had a teensy weensy crush on him
it was hard not to, with the way he joked around with you and smiled your way as he handed you your coffee
it made you blush when one day, your coffee cup had beomgyu’s name and number written on the side, along with some stars and smiley faces of course
you had to rush to your first class so it took you a while to be able to send him a text, but you made sure to reach out
how could you pass up a date with beomgyu from the campus starbucks???
he replied right away, asking if you wanted to go to a campus movie night together :)
of course you said yes <3
𝘁𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻
classic meet-cute scenario incoming
you shouldn’t have scheduled classes so close together
you only had fifteen minutes to get from one end of campus to the other
it was a daily panic wondering if you’d make it to your psych class on time
silly you
one day had especially been a challenge
your professor only accepted printed-out essays rather than digitally submitted ones
and he wanted two extra copies so you could get them peer-reviewed
you basically had to run to class carrying a full ream of paper
in your panic to make it to class on time, you full-on ran into someone rounding the corner behind the student union
your papers went everywhere
“ah! i’m sorry! let me help you!” said whoever you bumped into like the klutz you were
“no no no, it’s my fault! don’t worry about it!” you assured them as you scooped up a bunch of papers that you’d have to reorganize
if only you owned a stapler!
finally you looked up at the person helping you and you were a little surprised at the nice guy crouched down in front of you
he helped you get your papers in order and handed them back to you, smiling and apologizing yet again
you found out that his name was taehyun and he had a class in the same building as you :)
you started seeing him more and more and you two walked to and from class when you could
he always teased you about the paper incident and often reminded you to staple your essays to avoid that incident again
𝗵𝘂𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗮𝗶
HA ok y’all met in the back of some generic gen ed class like bio 1
you had been trying and miserably sort of failing to follow along with the powerpoint that your professor was flying through
the guy next to you leaned over and very loudly whispered “do you understand what��s going on?????”
you just looked at him, gave him a dopey smile, and shook your head no
he thought that was so funny
it kind of was,,, you both just realized in that moment that you were Truly and Utterly lost in the sauce™
once class ended, he introduced himself and you two exchanged numbers right away so you could figure what the hell the homework was even supposed to be that night
spoiler alert: you never figured it out
you normally know what’s going on too so this is stressing you out
hyuka is constantly reassuring you that things will be fine and one bad class won’t ruin your gpa or anything!!!
you know he’s right but academic pressure still sucks
thankfully after the first few weeks of that class (and a lot of studying), you figure out what’s going on and can follow along pretty well
hyuka hasn’t though so he copies off of your notes constantly
you tell him he needs to learn how to study for himself but he can’t be bothered apparently
even though he only passes because of you, you two become fast friends
- 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 ✧ 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨! -
#txt reactions#txt scenarios#txt x reader#soobin x reader#yeonjun x reader#taehyun x reader#beomgyu x reader#hueningkai x reader#txt imagines#soobin imagines#yeonjun imagines#beomgyu imagines#hueningkai imagines#taehyun imagines#choi soobin#choi yeonjun#choi beomgyu#kang taehyun#hueningkai#huening kai#tomorrow x together#txt
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State of grace ; suh johnny
title: state of grace | part of the “loving him was red” series
pairing: suh johnny x oc | side members: lee taeyong, moon taeil, jeong jaehyun, lee mark
genre: smut (a lot), fluff, ceo au, established relationship au, implied past academic rivals to lovers au, slice of life, parents au (just at the end)
warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), minor pet play (he calls her kitten that’s it), exhibitionism, public (office) sex, dirty talk, minor degradation(?), fingering, rough sex, oral sex (f receiving), praise kink, romantic sex, breeding kink, implied pregnancy
summary: Happy endings are only for the heroes of stories, the brokenhearted. Heartbreakers rarely find happiness in the last pages of their book. But life’s unexpected, and it happens that sinners and heartbreakers might get their happy endings. She never expected to find love, she never tried to make it happen, especially with the person she could barely stand, but when Johnny came around and her armor fell, there was nothing else she could do.
words: 12.360
taglist: @meowniee @commentgirl @b1kon131 @blossom-rea @kyungsooislifeu @jenosbliss @multistan30 | if you’d like to be added comment on the masterlist of the series
a/n: Finally I’m back with another story for this series and it’s for Johnny! I wanted to post it for his birthday but as you can see I didn’t make it. This story took a whole different turn by itself while I was writing but I loved it at the end and it was fun to write. I hope you’ll enjoy it. If you want to, give a listen to the acoustic version bc it’s pure magic.
I'm walking fast through the traffic lights.
Busy streets and busy lives.
And all we know is touch and go.
We are alone with our changing minds.
We fall in love 'til it hurts or bleeds, or fades in time.
The streets of New York were filled with life; people walking fast on the sidewalks headed to work or to a coffee shop to grab the quick breakfast of the morning, some mothers with strollers taking their kids to the kindergarten and some others taking their dogs for a walk.
Everybody was running. Somehow, they were always late, but for what? She often wondered if they actually enjoyed the things they rushed to, or if they were already busy thinking of what was coming next.
Not that her life had been any different; she had spent her whole teenage years like that. Rushing to finally start working, craving to be independent, always running to get higher and higher. And she got burned so many times, losing people because she was busy, she had other things to do.
She probably was the last person that could judge others for the way they lived, or in this case, didn't live, their lives, but she still couldn't stop but wonder about it when she was immersed in the chaos of that big city.
Mia was waiting at a traffic light, her eyes focused on the blinding red ball, waiting for it to become green.
She let out a curse when she was pushed down the pavement to the crosswalk by another pedestrian. She was never fast enough for New Yorkers’ liking. After six years of living there, she still felt like she couldn’t fit in.
She started walking quickly to the other side of the road, Starbucks tight in hand, damning the decision of wearing just bought high heels to go to work. She could’ve driven there, sure, but it was a good day in April, the sun was shining and...
“God, I’m sorry,” she apologized after bumping into somebody by mistake.
“Don’t you have fucking eyes to see where you’re going?” The man scoffed, walking past her quickly after glaring at her.
She huffed and started walking again, fortunately, the coffee didn’t spill, but the day already started in the worst way.
After five minutes, she finally made it to the building of her company and pushed the heavy glass doors to get in.
“Miss, Martinez,” the receptionist in the hall greeted her with a bow, and she smiled back, waving her hand at her.
The sound of her heels resonated in the hall, grabbing other workers’ eyes, who greeted her in the same way.
She grinned at the new employer’s terrified faces, full of respect for her. It was funny, simply because all that fear was unmotivated, but a lot of people told her that she looked intimidating at first sight, so she couldn’t blame them. It was only their first month there, and the only thing she did was to order things to be done soon and exactly how she wanted.
She reached the elevator and pushed the button, waiting with her almost finished coffee in hand.
“Looking beautiful in your new red suit and high heels.” Mia recognized Johnny’s voice immediately, and a smile crept on her face. “I wonder who gifted it to you,” he smirked, and his arm wrapped around her shoulders as they took a step into the elevator. None of the other people in line dared to enter with them.
She turned to face him, eyebrow raised and a smirk on her face. “What are you doing at my company?” She asked, pushing her index finger against his chest.
Johnny chuckled, “Damn, you either need to get an assistant or the next gift has to be a planner,” he joked. “We have a meeting,” he reminded her.
“I remember clearly, love,” she replied, fixing the collar of his blouse, “but it’s in the late morning, not now.” She turned around again, facing the doors, “Also, I don’t need an assistant, unlike you.”
Johnny fake pouted, bending to her level, “Oh, jealous?”
“Me? Why should I? Last time I checked, I was the love of your life, not her,” she answered, a teasing smile on her face as she pinched his cheek.
The elevator dinged, announcing their arrival on the 15th floor, and she let go of him.
“Miss. Martinez, Mr. Suh, good morning,” the receptionist welcomed them with a smile on her face.
They greeted back and then started walking toward her office, but Mia remembered a thing and walked back. “Anne,” she called, “tell Elektra I need the models for the autumn / winter collection by this evening.”
“But –”
A stern look from her was all it took to make the girl stop in her tracks, nod, and grab the phone to call the woman from the other department. Mia smiled and then reached Johnny again.
“You’re too harsh with them.”
“I do my job right, John,” she said, opening the door of her office going toward the curtain to open them and let light flow in after placing the coffee on her desk.
“Don’t call me John.”
“It’s your name, though.”
“It sounds too professional, not even our partners call me that,” he added, taking a seat at her desk. “Also, it reminds me of when you used to hate me.”
“I never hated you,” she scoffed, taking a seat at her place and turning on the computer to see any e-mails or other stuff she needed.
Johnny raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure about that?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“So, college was just a lucid dream?”
“I never hated you. You were a strong rival, and I couldn’t make life easy for you, or else you would’ve beaten me.”
He snickered, running a hand through his thick black hair, “I still did most of the time.”
“Yeah, as long as you sleep at night, John,” she waved him off with a movement of the hand and rolled her eyes.
“You see, you’re doing it again!”
“It riles you up? Do I have to keep calling you that, John?” She smirked, leaning against the desk, her chest pressing against her blouse, giving him a perfect view of her skin.
“I’m not fucking you on the desk at eight in the morning, Mia,” he said, his eyes trying to look at her and not her boobs.
“What a shame,” she taunted, falling back against the comfortable chair, “Guess I’ll just wait for Taeyong, I have a meeting with him in an hour,” she teased.
“Cheating on me with my best friend?” He asked, cocking his head to the side.
“You could watch,” she teasingly proposed, getting up from her seat, coming behind him, and then leaning against his ear, “So you could learn how to do it.”
Johnny breathed through his nose loudly and clenched his fists while a low laugh rolled out of her lips.
It was fun seeing him getting mad, especially when he had to keep his composure.
“Next time, you can ask Taeyong to eat you out till your legs shake.”
“Oh, of course, I can.”
He snapped up, pushing her against the desk and kissing her passionately, her hands wrapping his broad back, pushing him closer.
“You always get what you want,” he almost groaned in frustration.
She chuckled, but then pushed him off of her, “Oops, I have to go to see what the sewing department is doing.”
“I can’t believe you, you fucking tease,” he muttered under his breath.
“Oh com’on, you weren’t even supposed to be here,” she said, caressing his cheek. “Wanna come? Since you’re here, you could help me instead of just looking pretty and making everybody drool.”
“Tsk, using me for your liking, just like when we were in college,” he joked, wrapping a hand around her waist and following her out of the room.
“Some things never change, I guess” she laughed.
If her life was moving fast, going at thousands of miles per hour, one thing that didn’t move at all in the past five years was Johnny. It was kind of funny looking back at it now. When they first met, she thought about everything but ending up there, with him.
They were both studying Fashion in a college in Chicago, and they despised each other. It had never been real hate, but they knew they were great competition for the other. And they spent the whole time there bickering, testing each other, but it was for the good, the competition made them outdo themselves and always get the best results.
It was even stranger when he proposed her to create a joint business in New York. It was supposed to be just a start-up, a one-year thing, and here they were. Partners in business and life.
It was still strange to be in a stable relationship for five years. All she had were just flings, one-night stands. And when she tried to have something deeper, she could only stare, watching it crumble down and burn into ashes.
And she knew she couldn’t blame her partners when it mostly was her fault. With her changing mind, always looking for more, always needing more. She never imagined she would’ve been satisfied with her life, especially her love life, but Johnny had changed everything.
And I never saw you coming.
And I’ll never be the same.
“You’re crazy, Suh,” Mia scoffed, walking past him, heading toward the campus exit door with her heavy bag in hand.
“Oh, com’on, we make a really great team together, you can’t deny that,” Johnny whined, swiftly reaching her and keeping up with her fast speed.
“Yeah, because we are forced to work together, and there’s a degree on the line,” she retorted, pushing her glasses up her nose. She didn’t even need them, they were to see from up close but, too caught up to run away from him, she forgot to put them away.
“Well, there’ll be our whole lives on the line once we’re out of here, so.”
“I’m not risking it with you, John,” she huffed, rolling her head back in exasperation.
“At least listen to what I have in mind,” he begged. And that almost made her smile. It was funny seeing him begging for her attention, especially for something so important. A 6’2 big man that couldn’t stand her, whining to have her time.
“I already know. You want to be partners, and I don’t see how that’s good.”
“I’m better in business than you,” he bragged, “I could deal with that. All the things that you would consider to be a pain in the ass.”
She glared at him, “I aced all the tests, too. I think I can manage that perfectly alone.”
He smirked, “And who helped you study? Who made tea when you were crying on the books? Who wiped your tears?”
“Taeyong,” she said, starting to walk again. Even though it was partially true. She hated having to beg him for help, but she really needed help to pass that class, and even if now she understood pretty much everything, she still felt her blood freeze in her vein every time someone brought that up.
“Hey! It was me, he was having mental breakdowns with you, but he wasn’t supporting.”
“I feel better when people cry with me, I can dry my tears alone.”
“Mia, please,” he cried again, “come to our dorm tonight, just hear me out once.”
She sighed and nodded, giving up because at this point he had trained her of all the energy to say no.
“Is that a yes?” Johnny squeaked, a big smile forming on his face.
“Yes,” she rolled her eyes, quickly glancing at him. “It’s a yes.”
“I knew it!”
“But,” she stopped him, “you have tonight to convince me, I’m not giving you other chances.”
“I won’t let you down.”
And he didn’t. What he and Taeyong had in mind was really great and in line with her mindset, also they had worked together before and their fashion style was in sync. What could’ve possibly gone wrong? It was just a year, and it was better than starting all alone in an industry so big and scary.
“So, do you like this?” Johnny asked, excitement in his voice but his body language expressed worry, his leg twitching, thumb trapped between his teeth, and eyebrow slightly furrowed.
“Yeah, that sounds great,” she replied, nodding as she took another look at the moodboards and other sketches they had prepared.
The two boys emitted a victory scream, united with a high five, but she didn’t pay much attention and simply smirked.
“Don’t get too hyped up, Suh. Just a year.”
But she had to break her own promise when things started going better in a short amount of time, and especially when having Johnny around started to become more and more enjoyable.
She couldn’t really pinpoint when he came into her life. When he started to creep around and brighten up her every day. It was probably in the morning coffee he brought to her desk when they could finally afford a better building and split the headquarters. Or maybe it was in the unexpected lunch boxes when she forgot her food at home. Or even in the first dinners spent together, crying on the floor while trying to come up with unique ideas, suddenly damning the decision they had made. Johnny was always there, sometimes to make her day better, other times to get on her nerves, but he was there, and it was... nice.
She couldn’t even pinpoint when she started to see him in a different light. Now, he had always been handsome and hot, but she always managed to push the thought out of her mind, focusing on their rivalry, and not letting her sexual frustration talk. Eventually, it got harder trying to avoid him. Johnny was always around. His intoxicating scent floated around her even when he was gone. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt a little too much to not get lost in his arms and the veins that popped under the skin. He was funny when he didn’t push her buttons. He was smart and always had amazing ideas when they had to create together.
And by the time she was aware of what was happening, she was already too far gone to come back from the surface.
And every single choice that came after that led them right where they were now; inside her office as he tickled her playfully after they came back from the sewing department.
“Stop it,” she screamed, giggling while she walked to her desk. “I have a meeting with Taeyong in like half an hour,” she pushed him away after glancing at the clock.
“And? Think I can’t fuck you in thirty minutes?”
“Why are you acting so desperate as if you don’t have me in your bed every night?” She chuckled when he pressed his body against hers.
“Here it’s different,” he smirked. “Your desk is so pretty and everybody could hear us,” he giggled. “Or even see us,” he whispered next to her ear.
“Johnny, please,” she huffed, trying to push him away, even if the idea was really tempting.
“Oh, I know you want this,” he replied, letting his hand creep in her hair and tugging at it harshly, eliciting a low moan. “Knew it,” he smirked slyly and then kissed her roughly, pressing her body against the wood, making her whimper at the impact with the hard surface.
“Johnny, fuck,” she moaned between the kiss as his hand started caressing the skin of her thigh. “What if somebody comes in?”
He snickered and then pushed up the fabric of the red skirt, hand moving up to palm her already wet pussy. “They’ll see their so serious and collected boss is just a desperate little thing.”
“I’m not desperate,” she retorted, but his fingers reaching the wet patch of her panties proved her wrong.
“Your body’s telling me different, kitten,” he smirked before he started to move his slender digits on her clit, making her moan lowly.
“Johnny, fuck, anybody could come in. The door is not even locked,” she reminded him, while her eyes looked over the big windows that faced the corridor. Even though it was a one-way window and nobody could see inside, they could still see everybody that walked over there, and it made her heart pump faster in her chest.
“We’ll let them see, let them enjoy the show,” he replied, pushing the crotch of her panties to the side as he slipped a finger in, and she had to bite her lower lip to suppress the loud moan that was threatening to escape from her mouth.
“Just let go,” he reassured her, lips kissing her neck and finger moving skilfully inside her. “Think that once I’m done with you, you’ll have to get out of here and pretend I didn’t just fuck your breath away,” he chuckled, inserting two other fingers inside her dripping walls, making her whimper at the stretch.
“Johnny, please,” she mewled, clenching her hand on his shoulder and bucking her hips for more.
Johnny laughed mockingly at her, “What? Not afraid anymore someone might come in and see you like this?”
She shook her head and started unbuckling his belt, greedy for more.
“Want my cock, kitty?”
“Yes, please,” she moaned.
“Too bad,” he said, making her gasp in surprise. “Come on my fingers first, and then I’ll see if you deserve my cock.”
“But we don’t have time,” she almost cried, looking up at the clock. Twenty minutes until her meeting with Taeyong. And knowing how on time he was, it was like fifteen minutes.
“Come on, I know you can do it. Come on my fingers, and I’ll fuck you,” he said, starting to move faster and faster inside her while his other hand pushed her left thigh up, so he could reach deeper inside. “Just like this,” he praised, feeling her walls pulsing around his fingers and her cum drip down his hands to the floor. “I know you’re there, baby, just let go.”
Mia bit her lips and threw her head back, feeling the orgasm come closer. She almost fell backwards when Johnny’s thumb pressed against her clit and sent her over the edge, making her come all over his fingers, walls tightening around him, legs shaking and a string of white cum dripping down to the floor.
“Good girl,” he cooed. “See, it wasn’t that hard,” he teased, pulling away and bringing his cum covered fingers to his mouth, sucking lewdly while he looked at her.
“Please, now fuck me,” she pleaded, swiftly moving her hands on his pants to pull his hard cock out of his briefs.
“I don’t know if I should do it on your desk or against the window,” he pondered before pulling down her panties and sitting her up on the desk.
“Against the window?” She asked, voice low and shaken.
Johnny hummed, but then turned around to look at the windows that faced the corridor, not the ones that face the city.
“Johnny, no,” she said, realizing what he had in mind.
“Why not? It’s more thrilling.”
“They’ll hear us, what if, no,” she stuttered, trying to close her legs, but Johnny’s body forced them open.
“So we’ll see if Yong arrives,” he teased before pulling her up and walking to the other side of the office.
“Johnny, please,” she whined, struggling against his hold, but there was no way out now that his body pressed her against the glass.
“Oh, please, don’t try to pretend you don’t want this. I know your pussy’s clenching around nothing just thinking about it.”
“But it’s… what about my reputation if somebody sees me like this?” She whispered.
Johnny snickered. “Oh, don’t worry about it. Look, Anne’s busy, and the new employee, oh, is he walking right here?”
Mia wanted to push him away, but Johnny pinned her wrist against her back and pressed the tip of his cock against her slit. “Look, he left. See, no need to worry.”
“I hate you,” she mumbled, but couldn’t deny how exciting it all was.
“No, you don’t,” he replied, pushing inside of her in one single stroke, making her whimper and throw her head back. “I fucked you on your desk countless times, let’s spice it up a little.”
“That’s not a — fuck — a little,” she replied through gritted teeth.
“Better, because you look so fucking hot right now.”
She squeezed her eyes shut and let him fuck her; maybe like this she couldn’t focus on the people outside and the fear - or excitement - of getting caught.
“No, no, kitten. Keep your eyes open,” he ordered, tugging her hair roughly. “I want you to look at the people you boss around.”
“Johnny, please.”
“I won’t tell you twice,” he groaned against her ear. “Look outside.”
She swallowed and then forced her eyes open.
“Good girl. Gotta see if Yong comes around. You don’t want to miss our meeting, right?”
She shook her head and bit her lips, trying to at least don’t be loud. The office wasn’t soundproof.
“The glass,” she mumbled when his thrusts started to pick up a fast speed.
“What? It won’t fall, kitty.”
“They will – they’ll hear us.”
Johnny laughed mockingly, “Better, so they’ll finally know how fucking desperate are you. Been teasing me all fucking morning with your touch and jokes, dirty little bitch.”
She groaned, pussy clenching hard around his cock and legs struggling to support her weight as the pleasure built up more and more.
“Look at you,” he teased, letting go of her hair, pressing her face against the glass. “You fucking love this. It’s exciting, right?” He whispered, pulling her legs further apart and pressing her whole upper body against the window after opening the blouse, hard nipples crashing against the cold surface making her whimper. “Look at your receptionist, look at how hard she’s working for you and here you are, getting fucked by me. Looking like a complete mess.”
“Yes,” she moaned, bucking her hips up and feeling anxiety rise in her chest when the elevator dinged and another worker reached the front desk to ask for something.
“Do you think he needs to talk to you?” Johnny teased, starting to move the hand that wasn’t wrapped around her waist on her clit, almost making her scream. “Look at him, he’s looking straight at you. What a shame he can’t see you.”
“Stop, stop it, fuck,” she moaned when he started walking to her door. “Johnny.”
“What? Why should I stop if you’re clenching so hard around me?”
“He will…” she whimpered, blushing a bright shade of red when the employer stopped right in front of her when Anne called him again.
She exhaled a breath of relief when he turned on his heels and walked to the elevator again, and Johnny simply grinned.
“Looks like you need to give her a raise,” he taunted, leaning down closer to her, pressing his chest against her back. “She saved your reputation.”
“Fuck, ‘s too much,” she mewled, feeling tears at the corner of her eyes and she had to press a hand against the cold glass to support her body up because her heeled feet couldn’t support her anymore.
“Oh, no, kitten, you can take it.”
“No, fuck, I’m gonna come, fuck.”
“Oh, are you? Putting on a show turns you on so much that you can’t help but come around my cock already?”
She mindlessly nodded, by now not even trying to muffle the moans and whimpers.
“You’re making a fucking mess, kitten,” he mocked her, slapping her ass cheek, making her gasp and close her eyes. “Did I say you could close them?” He asked, tugging her hair harshly. “Good, keep them fucking open and keep taking it like a good girl.”
“Johnny, I – I,”
“You what? Dumb bitch, can’t even talk when you were doing so much before to don’t let me fuck you here against the glass,” he tsked. “Changed your mind, kitten? Was it my cock or the way your employee was looking at you? Want me to call him back and let him see you, watch you as you fall apart in my arms, on my cock, instead of working?”
“N-no, no, you, fuck, it’s you,” Mia mewled, completely letting go into his arms, powerless to do anything, and she wondered how her legs could still support her weight while Johnny was thrusting into her mercilessly, every stroke harder than the one before.
“You sound so fucking pretty, kitten,” he praised, cupping her face with his hand and forcing her to turn around to kiss him. “Look at the clock, ten minutes, kitty. Should we let Taeyong join?”
“No, please, let me come, fuck, Johnny,” she begged but only received a mocking laugh as an answer.
“Just a little bit more, okay? Hold it a little more.”
She groaned loudly enough that the reception turned to look at her office and furrowed.
“Oh, baby, be careful, you’re gaining some attention.”
“Ple-please.”
Johnny scoffed, but then wrapped a hand on her mouth and pushed her close to his body, pulling her away from the window. “Since you’re asking so nicely, come, but don’t make a fucking sound. You don’t want people to find out, right?”
She shook her head against his hand and closed her eyes, and felt the orgasm finally pierce through her body, ass weakly arching against him as Johnny’s cum spilled inside of her, so fucking much it almost overflowed.
“Fuck,” he mumbled, letting go of her mouth but still keeping her up, knowing that without his hold she was going to fall. “You’ve been so good, babe.”
“And you destroyed me, fuck,” she whined, resting her head against his shoulder after he pulled out of her. “I have a meeting in, like, less than five minutes, God,” she complained, fixing her blouse and her hair before adjusting her skirt.
Johnny snickered, “it’s just Taeyong.”
She glared at him and then turned around, still trying to calm down.
“My panties?”
“You don’t need them,” he replied, stuffing the fabric into a pocket of his suit after tucking himself again.
Mia widened her eyes, “Johnny, please, don’t joke.”
“I’m serious. You don’t need them. I���ll miss you for the rest of the day, need something that reminds me of you,” he smirked, winking at her. And just when she was about to say something. “Oh, look, Taeyong’s here. Go, and don’t miss your meeting.”
“Hi!” Taeyong greeted, opening the door without even knocking. Typical of him. “Oh, Johnny? What are you doing here? Thought you were at our company?”
“Hi,” Johnny greeted his friend cheerfully, “Just needed to drop something here. I’m going back to our place right now,” he said before leaving a peck on her lips and patting Taeyong’s shoulder. “And for our meeting,” he added, addressing Mia. “Deal with it with him. See you tonight, I’ll come pick you up.”
Mia wanted to curse at him but simply nodded and then smiled at Taeyong, telling him to start heading to the meeting room, trying hard to don’t focus on the hot cum that was dripping down her thighs.
That was going to be a long day.
You come around and the armor falls,
pierce the room like a cannonball.
Now all we know is don't let go.
We are alone, just you and me,
up in your room and our slates are clean.
Just twin fire signs, four blue eyes.
“You left me all alone.” Johnny’s hoarse voice ringed from behind her in their kitchen walls while she was turned toward the stove. “The bed’s cold without you,” he pouted, snuggling his nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling her expensive perfume.
“You looked so calm, I didn’t want to wake you up,” she cooed, turning her head behind to leave a small peck against his temple.
“Johnny,” she called when his big hands travelled under her - badly buttoned - shirt, tracing the tan skin of her waist.
“Mhh,” he hummed, starting to leave kisses along her neck, biting the flesh right above her collarbone and his hands travelled south, slipping past the band of her panties. No other words left her mouth as she simply let her head fall back against his shoulder.
A smirk plastered on the man’s face before he turned his lover around, pushing her against the kitchen’s furniture.
“My shirt looks so good on you,” he praised, he was two feet away from her, scanning her body up and down as if he didn’t already know it by heart, “but you look better without it.”
Johnny walked closer once again, grabbing her lips in a heated kiss, “Jump,” he ordered, helping her to sit on the kitchen top, fingers hooking the band of the panties to push it down her legs.
“Johnny,” she moaned, “Breakfast,” she looked over at the pans on the fire.
Johnny snorted and turned off the gas, “What do you think I’m doing?” He raised a brow, pushing her legs open, making her let out a whine, and then kneeled to reach her dripping core. “Eating mine,” he teased and without hesitation pushed his face against her.
Mia rolled her head back and clasped her hands in his hair as his tongue started working on her; his lips sucking attentively on her clit and then his tongue teasing her entrance while his big hands wrapped around her thighs perfectly.
“Johnny,” she mewled again, looking at him while his eyes looked up at her, and the sight only would’ve been enough to make her come.
“You taste so good,” he praised against her cunt, sending vibration to her core, making her roll her head back.
With his skilled tongue and then his slim fingers pumping into her, it didn’t take long for her to come undone on the kitchen counter, but she knew the fun wasn’t over when Johnny got up and swiftly got rid of his underwear. In a second, he was already stroking the tip of his dick on her slick folds, collecting her cum and his, and gently pushed inside, eliciting a moan from her.
Johnny’s mouth immediately found her nipple and started sucking on the soft flesh of her boob. And for a moment he felt he could lose his mind just hearing the low, hoarse, moans and whimpers coming from her lips.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he moaned, pulling away from her body and resting one hand on her thigh, kneading the soft skin.
The only thing she could do was to hum in response and then cupped her hands on his face to pull him close to her and kiss him before letting her fingers lock in his hair. She threw her head back and bucked her hips closer to him, trying to get closer to the edge of the kitchen top to allow him to fuck her better.
“Want me to keep you up?” He asked, getting what she was trying to do. And when she nodded, Johnny wrapped his hands around her ass and lifted her up, starting to make her bounce up and down on him just with the force of his arms.
“F – fuck,” she slurred, closing her eyes and letting her mouth hang open. “Feel you so much. Feels good.”
“Yeah? You like that, kitten? Are you close?”
“Yes,” she answered between cries. The new position allowed him to hit just the right spot that made her see stars, and she knew that it was a matter of seconds.
Johnny groaned lowly when she clenched around him and started moaning louder while her nails left half-moons on the skin of his back. And it took nothing for their minds to go blank from pleasure as he kept thrusting into her messily and she tried to ground herself on him.
A low chuckle rolled out of Johnny’s mouth when he gently placed her on the top again. “God, I don’t think I’m that strong anymore to do that,” he joked. “Not first thing in the morning, at least.”
She laughed and then said, “This was all your fault for being horny on main.”
Johnny shrugged and then left a peck on her lips before brushing a strand of hair out of her face.
“Can we eat breakfast, now?” She asked, trying to fix his shirt and button it up.
Johnny laughed and then kissed her cheek again. “Why don’t we just go out?”
“Go out to eat breakfast after you just railed the fuck out of me? I’m unpresentable.”
“Oh, please, you look amazing, just put something on and then let’s go out. I’ll take you to your favourite bakery that makes your favourite sweets,” he cooed, pouting at her, but as soon as the words ‘favourite bakery’ left his lips she was already done, running upstairs to get changed, looking forward to the day to come.
“Listen, I love you, but how can you like this?” He asked after swallowing a bite from her favourite pastries, definitely not his. “It’s just sugar.”
They had just came out of the bakery and were walking down Central Park while the spring breeze caressed them and the sun shined high in the sky
“It’s good, shut up. You never understand anything, that’s why I’m the one with taste in the couple.”
Johnny rolled his eyes and then gave up trying to eat that sugary rush and bite down on his croissant. Sweet, for sure, but not pure sugar and chocolate at least.
“I simply prefer salty food,” he defended, and she twisted her face in a disgusted expression.
“Sweet all my life.”
“Okay, let’s see if we’re compatible,” he proposed.
“After five years together?”
“Yeah, I want to see how many things we have in common. It’s the ‘this or that’ game,” he explained.
“Fine. Shoot.”
“Summer or winter.”
“Summer,” they both said in unison, much to their surprise.
“Wow, I can’t believe it,” she said with a smile on her face. “Come on, another one. We won’t be in sync ever again.”
“You have so little trust in us, God,” he replied and then took another bite from his sweet before saying. “Cats or dogs.”
“Cats.”
“Dogs.”
“Ah! I told you, we weren’t going to last.”
“It’s your fault, how can you think cats are better than dogs?”
“Because they are,” she responded as if it was obvious.
“Fine, guess we’ll have to get each of them,” he replied. “Board games or video games.”
“Board games.”
“Video games. Oh, God, what are you? My grandma?” He asked, looking at her with wide eyes.
“Oh, I’m sorry if I don’t know how to play, it’s too complicated. Remember when you told me to play with you once, and I died two seconds later? It’s just not for me.”
“That’s because you kept pressing the wrong controls and because you had to do things before my command because one, you never listen and two, you always run.”
“Okay, fine, my toxic traits, now can we move on, so maybe I can find something to complain about you too?”
Johnny rolled his eyes, passed a hand on his lips to clean it from any crumbs and then asked, “Toast or eggs?”
“Why would you ask this if you know I hate eggs?” She asked, glaring at him with an almost offended expression.
Johnny laughed, “I just wanted to see you get furious just hearing the word egg.”
“I’m traumatized, and you find it funny.”
“Oh my god, you were ten, and it got stuck in your throat because schools don’t know how to cook. My perfectly cooked sunny side up won’t hurt you.”
“Yeah, whatever, Gordon Ramsey, I’m not touching an egg ever again in my life, thank you.”
“It’s impossible to make you change your mind, God.”
“I fell for you, so no, it’s really possible to make me change my mind, sweetheart.”
“My charm doesn’t let anybody live, it’s destiny.”
“Let somebody else come close to you, and I’ll cut your dick,” she winked at him and put on a fake innocent smile.
“No, thanks, I need it.”
“Good.”
“Want to play some more, or do you rather threaten me?”
“Threatening you sounds good, but let’s play some more and then let’s go to the music store.”
“At your order, boss,” he said, playfully saluting her.
“Stop calling me that,” she pushed him playfully and then threw in a bin the wrapping of her sweets.
“But you kind of are my boss, you get more share than me.”
“You know it’s all bureaucracy, we’re all equal, just stop.”
“Okay, my equal,” he joked. “Money or free time?”
She hesitated for a moment, deeply thinking about that question.
“Free time?” She whispered, suddenly realizing that, in all the hecticness of their lives, it had been ages since they had actual free time.
“Thinking of the same thing, right? How we just finished college, started working straight away and never enjoyed life ever again?”
“Was that a tricky question to ruin my day?” She asked, narrowing her brows while she looked up at him.
“I didn’t mean that, but since we came here, we’ve been so busy, and God, if it wasn’t for the fact that we live together we wouldn’t even see each other. I just find it a little crazy how we thought we would’ve never become New Yorkers and yet, here we are.”
Mia scratched her neck. Johnny was right. As much as they liked to convince themselves they weren’t like the others, they were exactly like all the people that surrounded them right now.
“But at least we still have each other, right?” Her voice came out like a whisper, almost as if she was afraid it wasn’t true anymore. Afraid that if she said that louder, they were going to fall. “It could’ve been easy losing each other and then just mess this all up.” They were good at doing that, and they both knew. All their past relationships had been like that. But this was different. What they had was different.
Johnny hummed lowly and lowered his head, “Yeah, I guess.”
“You guess? Are you saying you don’t believe in us?”
“No, I do, but… how safe is it to bet that we won’t fall apart? That the speed of our lives won’t pull us apart?”
So you were never a saint,
and I've loved in shades of wrong.
We learn to live with the pain.
Mosaic broken hearts.
But this love is brave and wild.
In their chaotic life, it was pleasant to have something stable like small traditions that always made them carry to the end of a long week or month. Their job was amazing, but could get stressful very easily, especially with all the deadlines they had to keep up with and the market requests. So it was nice to spend a tranquil Saturday night with their friends in their usual restaurant, leaving everything else outside for a while.
“You have no idea how great it is to be here without the little monsters,” Taeil joked, pushing down the nth glass of wine of the night.
“Yeah, act as if you weren’t just texting the babysitter two seconds ago because you need to make sure they’re fine,” his wife, Yongsun, teased, hitting his stomach playfully.
“Guilty,” the brown-haired man raised his hands in surrender and smiled gently at his partner.
“I’m so happy you all made it here,” Mia confessed, smiling at her friends. She knew dealing with kids wasn’t easy at all, and probably they also had better things to do on a Saturday night, but they were there. They were always there to keep alive their tradition.
“No worries, sweetheart,” Taeil’s wife replied, smiling at her. “The kids are fine, and we need a little bit of time to ourselves to unwind.”
“No, but, seriously, how do you keep up with two?” Jaehyun asked, “I don’t know how we’re carrying on with just one.”
Taeil chuckled and shook his head, “It’s your first, it’s going to get better.”
“Not the words I wanted to hear,” the black-haired man joked, pressing his lips together.
“You should’ve pulled a Johnny and Mia and still be happily together with no toddler ruining your sleep,” Mark answered instead.
“Living their best life as if they’re still in college,” Jaehyun teased, smirking at their friends that were sitting at his right.
“We kind of hated each other back then,” Mia said, turning her head a little to look at Johnny that was grinning at the memories.
“Well, you still had fun without each other, right?”
“Let’s not go back to our college years, I don’t want to be reminded of what I did,” Johnny answered.
“The blonde girl in business class, you were whipped for her,” Mark joked.
“Please, not her,” Johnny mumbled, glancing swiftly at Mia.
“The one that slid into your dms when we opened the business?” Mia asked, not able to masquerade the bitterness in her voice.
“Mia, please,” Johnny muttered.
“I was just asking if it was her,” she defended. “She also clung to you when you invited her to the inauguration of our first shop.”
“And we weren’t dating,” Johnny reminded her.
“I know, I just thought she had been a one-night stand,” she replied, swallowing her food. Sensing the awkwardness, she coughed, “I mean I was definitely worse than you back then, so, who am I to judge?”
“Well, we all did our things back then,” Taeil chimed, trying to ease the growing tension.
Mia nodded and then completely changed the subject again. She didn’t want to fight over a silly college fling. “It can’t be that bad, can it? I mean, having a baby.”
“Well, depends,” Yongsun said, “The first one was an angel, we had a few nights up, mostly at the start to feed her and then when she started growing teeth,” she swirled the liquid in her glass and started laughing, “Dongmin? We haven’t slept in two years.”
“Oh,” Mia gasped and then looked up at Johnny for a second. They never had that talk, and she wasn’t even sure marriage was on the table. But sometimes looking at her friends being all married with kids made them feel different. What they had was great, really, but what was going to be of them in the future? Was this enough? Did Johnny want to settle down even more? And what did she want?
“You won’t be able to spend nights up creating clothes if you have to look after a child, Mia,” Jaehyun’s wife said, “Wait, you are not pregnant, right?”
She almost choked on the sip of wine she had just taken and then shook her head, Johnny patted her back, helping her calm down.
“Oh, Lord, no,” she laughed, trying to ease off the embarrassment. “We’re not thinking of that,” she clarified, drifting her gaze from Johnny.
“It’s not like you have to do it anyway,” Taeil said, “a family is a family with or without children, and you two are a great couple.”
They both nodded, going back to their food, but her mind was still somewhere else.
“Yeah, we know,” she replied, smiling at her friends. “It’s just a little weird to be the only ones that don’t talk about diapers and smashed food or appointments at the paediatrician.”
“Well, at least you have more exciting things to tell us,” Yongsun said with a chuckle. “You’re still young, there’s no need to add a baby to the mix.”
“Yeah, I think so, too,” Johnny replied for the first time in that conversation, and Mia simply nodded before taking a sip of her drink. But she wasn’t so sure of that.
“Should we order the dessert?” Mark proposed, changing the topic of the conversation, sensing the embarrassment that fell on the table.
“You don’t want it?” Mia dared to say when they were driving back home.
“What?”
“A future with me.” She didn’t want to panic, but the conversation they had at the park just one week before, and the way he seemed so tense that night, just made her wonder if Johnny still wanted her, or if it was all in her head. What if this wasn’t any different from their little flings? What if this was also destined to end?
Johnny furrowed, and almost swerved at the question. “Why would you think that?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know… tonight. You didn’t seem happy about all that talk, almost terrified. Maybe this is too much for you.”
Johnny scoffed. “No, it’s just that we never talked about that. I thought you wanted to focus on your carrier first, too.”
“I did, I mean, I do. At least, I guess,” she mumbled, looking out of the window. The moon was high in the sky and there were almost no clouds, and she wished she could fly away because all these new doubts that were growing in her mind made her feel suffocated.
“Did you change your mind?”
“I don’t know. But every time we go out with them, and they tell all those stories, I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be like them. Don’t get me wrong, I love what we have. It’s wild and free and exciting, but sometimes I feel like I crave something… different. And I’m afraid that’s not what you want.” Okay, maybe she had thought about having a kid before. She often found herself fantasizing about Johnny as a father and her as a mother. She wanted to hear small, uncertain footsteps in the room of their place as the baby learned how to take their first steps. She wanted to spend time cuddling all together, reading stories and singing sweet lullabies. She dreamed of a future with him.
“But why? You know I stopped being my past self, right? You know that all those bullshits are in the past?”
“I know,” she replied with a huff. “I don’t even know if I want it right now, but I know I want that in the future. I want it to be with you, that’s all.”
“You’re not doing it for peer pressure, right?”
“Why would I?” She asked, looking at him. “I just wonder if it’s worth it, running so fast and then… you know what? Let’s not talk anymore.”
“No, now that we started, I want to know. Are you not happy with us?”
“I am,” she replied. “I love you so fucking much, I never even thought it was possible to love someone so badly. But then I look back at my life and the way I just lost so many moments and people because I needed to always be on track, because I needed to run and get somewhere fast, that I wonder if it’s worth it.”
He furrowed. He got what she meant, and honestly, felt it too. It was getting tiring, and sometimes he also wondered what he was doing it for. And he had to admit he wanted to have a child with her, but he didn't want to force her. They never talked about this for a reason. “And what got this have to with us? Or better, with a possible family?”
“What if I didn’t want to put my job first anymore?”
Johnny’s eyes widened. “You want to drop?”
“No, but think about it, we never went on a holiday during the last years. We never detoxed from the mess that New York is. We never had the time to sit down and think about what we want from the future.”
Johnny nodded and then quickly glanced over at her, “Well, and what do you want from the future? A child?”
She shrugged. “I want time. And I know that the others tell me that a kid will take it away from me, but it’s not going to be time taken away, it’s going to be a time that I’ll live. That we’ll live. I know it won’t be easy, and I don’t want it right now, but I want it.”
“So all of this was a nice way to tell me that you want me to be your baby daddy?” He joked, looking over at her once he parked on their driveway.
“I made a whole serious conversation at this is what you say to me?” She pretended to be offended.
“No, I listened, we could make your dream come true right now on the spot if you want to,” he joked, unbuckling his belt and leaning in to get closer to her.
“So you didn’t listen,” she replied. “I said in the future.”
“I know, but we need to exercise.”
She scoffed, “As if we don’t do it enough.”
“More practice? And then once we’re done we can book the holiday you crave so much and maybe that will bring us luck.”
And they did.
As soon as they opened the door of their apartment their hands were all over each other, just like their lips. And it didn’t take long for them to be naked in the bedroom with Johnny’s body pressing against hers. Hands wrapped around her ankles to keep her legs up as he pushed himself into her, thrusts hard and precise, driving her crazy from the pleasure. And the sight of her twisted face, bitten lips, and closed eyes, was enough to make him lose his mind.
His eyes drifted to her belly, already imaging it swollen and full of his baby. He groaned and then pushed her knees flat against her chest, thrusting in deeper and faster, with only one thing in mind. Giving her a child. And he couldn’t care less if it wasn’t physically possible because she was still on the pill, Johnny just needed the thought of it. The idea of being tied together forever.
And she felt the same. It was like something snapped inside her, a dark, deep desire she had no idea was so strong. So she pulled him even closer with the need to feel him in every way possible and let the pleasure overwhelm her. Every stroke pushed her closer to the high. Every kiss made her feel lighter. And every touch of his hands made her shiver.
And that night lasted longer than the others, while they kept turning around in the sheets until there was nothing left they could give to each other anymore.
This is a state of grace.
This is the worthwhile fight.
Love is a ruthless game,
unless you play it good and right.
These are the hands of fate.
You're my Achilles heel.
This is the golden age of something good,
and right and real.
A little decompression was exactly what they needed, and the little holiday on a beautiful island was being miraculous for them and their mental health.
It was nice to finally be able to slow down and don’t go a thousand miles per hour every day of their lives. And it was also nice always being with each other.
“Look back at me,” Johnny said, kneeling down to take a better frame of her with the sunset in the background. “Perfect,” he cheered after shooting and running to her with a big smile on her face.
“Let me see,” she said cheerfully, standing on her tiptoes, trying to get a clear view of Johnny’s phone. “Oh, I look beautiful.”
“You are beautiful,” he replied, showing her also the other pictures he had taken.
“Can we take a selfie? We basically have zero photos together,” she complained before turning around again and waiting for him to follow.
“You are the one that’s always slipping away when it’s time to take pictures.”
“Well, I’m trying to stop running around, okay? I’ll come back home healed,” she chuckled.
“Jump on my shoulders,” Johnny said, bending his knees a little, so she could climb on top of him.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, just do it.”
She placed her hands on his shoulders and then jumped on his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, and pressed her cheek against his before they both smiled widely as he took the picture.
“Another one because it’s not going to happen again,” he joked, and she rolled her eyes but then pressed her lips against his cheek and waited for him to take another one.
“Do you know something cool about this beach?” He asked while she carefully came down. She shook her head, expecting him to say something serious, but instead, he said, “We are the hottest couple that ever walked on this sand.”
“Johnny!” She screamed, playfully slapping his arm. “I thought you actually had something interesting to say for once in your lifetime.”
Johnny pretended to be offended, “Are you calling me dumb?”
“Mhh, yeah, that’s what you are.”
“You better run because if I catch you,” he warned, knitting his eyebrows together and then started running after her.
They chased each other on the empty beach at the sunset for a while, until they both felt their lungs burn in their chest and collapsed on the ground, laughing loudly together.
“We’re too old for this, God,” she said, running a hand on her tired but happy face.
Johnny laughed and then wrapped an arm around her to pull her on top of him. “It’s nice seeing you like this, you know?”
She smiled softly at him and then asked, “How?”
“Relaxed. I like your firm attitude and when you go around spitting orders left and right, but I like this new side of you.”
“A new side? You’re making this sound as if I never smiled before.”
“Not that, but you’re carefree, completely. Looks like you just don’t care about what the world has to say.”
“I don’t have to work, that’s why. You know how hard it is to keep a company together.”
“I know, but admit that sometimes you carry this stress also at home.”
“Okay, fine,” she confessed. “I just want to start taking it slow, you know? I don’t think I ever fit into New York’s chaotic lifestyle, it’s too fast even for me, but I definitely tried to run after it.”
“But now we can enjoy this some more, we don’t have much more to stay here,” Johnny said, thinking that they had a little bit more than one week left of vacation. He hoped that they could bring this energy back home.
“Yeah. Shouldn’t we go inside? We still haven’t eaten.”
“Are you hungry?” Johnny cooed before getting up and then carrying her in his arms.
“A lot.”
“Then let’s get changed, I’ve seen another restaurant the other day when we came back from the excursion. Seafood is the speciality.”
Mia rolled her eyes. “We’re on an island, every single restaurant knows how to cook fish.”
“Okay, fine, you’ll never let me live.”
“The moon is beautiful tonight,” Mia said as she sat down on the bed against the open window that faced the beach. They came back from dinner and were ready to go to bed. “Don’t say that,” she added as soon as Johnny sat next to her and opened his mouth to say something.
“I was just trying to be romantic,” he pouted, resting his hand on her knees and caressing her soft skin.
“Do you want to know how you can be romantic?” She teased, letting her fingers trace his naked chest and running them up to his neck.
“How? I’m really curious.”
“By kissing me,” she whispered, sitting on her knees to lean toward him and make their lips meet in a kiss. Her fingers intertwined into his hair while his hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer.
The kiss started as something innocent, but it didn’t take long to turn into a heated one as they let their hands run all over each other’s body and their hips grind on each other.
“God, and lately you’re also always horny,” Johnny joked, lifting the fabric of her nightgown, revealing her naked form. “Nothing? Not even panties, really?”
She shrugged, “Read that you have to let your private parts breathe.” She winked at him and then tried to push his underwear down his body to undress him too.
“Sure, that was the reason,” he replied, lifting her briefly to help her undress him. “Come back here,” he whispered, waiting for her to get back on his lap, right on top of his hard dick.
“I want you,” she said, kissing him again without stopping grinding against him.
“I know, fuck. I can feel you drip on me.”
“I’ve been wanting you all day,” she moaned, kissing his neck and lightly pulling his hair.
“Oh, and what have you been thinking about?” He asked, grabbing the base of his cock and just stroking it against her pussy without entering, making her whimper.
“About your arms around me,” she mumbled, grinding against his tip and squeezing his hair tighter. “You were so hot when you came out of the water after, fuck, after surfing.”
“Wanted me to take you right there on the beach?”
“Yes,” she mewled. “Wanted to run my hands on your muscles and feel them flex and then ah, shit,” she stopped, struggling to speak when Johnny’s movement on her clit got faster and faster, teasing her perfectly. “I wanted you to hold me and fuck me over and over again.”
“Slide down on me, then, let me give you what you want,” he cooed, gently wrapping a hand behind her neck and brushing her cheek with his fingers as she raised her hips just to ease down onto his cock. “Fuck, always feels so good.”
She moaned at the stretch of his girth and then bottomed down, letting her head rest against his shoulder.
“Ride me, kitten,” he encouraged, cupping her ass cheek and helping her move up and down. “Yes, just like that,” he moaned as she started grinding her hips against him. Her thrusts weren’t fast, but it felt so good.
“You’re so big, fuck,” she cursed, gritting her teeth as she felt him almost split her with every move.
“You should be used to it by now, shit,” he chuckled. “Maybe I don’t fuck you enough. Maybe I should tie you to the bed tonight and make you come over and over — fuck,” he moaned when her walls clenched harder around him.
“You want that? Want all of my cum?”
“Yes,” she mewled against his lips and started moving faster. “Fill me up until I can’t take it anymore.”
“That’s what you want? You want me to put a baby inside of you? To remind everyone you’re mine forever? To let people know who the fuck you belong to?”
“Yes, please, fuck.”
“Then ride me faster, kitty. Come on, squeeze your pussy around my cock,” he encouraged, moving a hand to wrap it around her waist and help her with her movements. “Just like that, yes, that’s my good girl.”
She moaned loudly, and dug her nails in his back, surely leaving marks on his tanned skin, but none of the two couldn’t care less.
And there was something never felt before as they kept rocking against each other and mark their bodies, something so contrasting between the romanticism of the place; the waves crashing against the shore, the breeze blowing gently and the moon shining in the sky, and the way they were almost primitively fucking each other; desperate lips biting onto their skin, hands pushing each other closer together and sinful sounds coming out of their mouths and skins colliding together.
“I’m close, fuck,” Mia moaned, feeling her eyes getting watery for how intense the pleasure was. “Please, I want you – I, fuck, Johnny, please.” Her voice was a broken mess as her nails dug deeper into the skin of his back and kept bouncing up and down on him.
“Want my cum?” He asked, voice deep and hoarse. “Want me to fill you up, kitten?”
“Yes, yes, please,” she moaned, by now with no more strength in her body to fuck herself on him and just letting him do all the job.
“Then come,” he groaned, throwing his head back, feeling her walls clench around him. “Come for me, kitten. Milk my — fuck — my cock, yes, just like that,” he praised as they both came so intensely that for a moment she felt like she could pass out. But Johnny was right there, holding her in his arms as he still lazily thrust up into her to ride their high, and she just let go of herself into his arms.
“Don’t you think we’re trying too hard?” She asked once they were done, still tangled in that position.
“We’re not trying,” Johnny replied, snuggling closer in the crook of her neck. “We’re just having fun. You don’t have to think about that, the more you do, the less they come.”
She chuckled and rolled her eyes, “And what about all the things you just said to me some minutes ago when you were fucking me?”
“It was for fun,” he replied, and then lifted his head up to look at her. “But seriously, don’t stress over this. You didn’t want them until like four months ago, do we need to be in a rush now, all of a sudden?”
“It’s not that I didn’t want a kid before, I never thought about that. I was just too busy thinking about work. But it’s been six years now since we started our business. I think it’s time for us to focus on our family, right?”
Johnny hummed and started leaving kisses all over her face. “You could’ve at least waited for me to propose to you, but if a baby’s what you want first, it’s fine,” he joked.
“I don’t want to get married. Not now.”
“You also said that you didn’t want a kid right away, and here we are.”
“But I’m not pregnant,” she huffed. “And probably won’t be anytime soon, so…”
Johnny saw her smile drop and caressed her cheek. “Hey, it’s fine. I told you to try to don’t stress about this.” It had been four months since she stopped being on the pill, and they started to try for a baby, but nothing happened yet, and she was getting more sad day after day. And she knew it was fine, they were only twenty-six, they had a lot of time ahead, but she was afraid something was wrong with her. “We’re in this beautiful place, and the doctor said that you don’t need stress. I’m sure that when we’ll come home, there will be a surprise.”
“Like a baby already in our bed?”
“Well, I wish it was that easy,” he beamed at her, caressing her face softly. “I’m sure that this little holiday here will do its miracle,” he winked, tilting his head.
She giggled, “It’s just an excuse to have sex.”
“Maybe,” Johnny shrugged, “If our wish will come true, I don’t know when we’ll be able to have so much fun again, so we might as well enjoy it for now.”
And I never saw you coming.
And I'll never be the same.
Bulb lights were shining a warm gold as they hung from the ceiling, wire badly pulled from one side of the room to the other.
Giggles and loud laugh filled the bedroom while Johnny and Mia turned the pages of the photo book full of memories. It had turned out they had some photos together. Most of them blurred, or with a terrible quality, but they had some memories saved somewhere. And when they decided to print them and put them in a book anyway, the result turned out beautiful.
Sure, the pictures weren’t pretty, but their story was pretty, beautiful even. It had been rough, uncertain, shaky – even. But it was their story. It was their love. And they wouldn’t have wanted to change a single of thing of it.
They had grown. They knew they weren’t two – dumb – reckless young adults trying to find their place in the world. They had a place in the world, and it wasn’t a city or the right job, it was them.
“God, remember this party? You had to carry me home because I couldn’t stand on my feet anymore,” she said, pointing at a picture that was clearly taken in one of the frat houses back there. Johnny didn’t look less drunk than her but at least at the end of the night, he knew what he was doing, meanwhile her…
“Partying with you was a tragedy. Thank God you stopped drinking so heavily,” he joked, running a hand through his hair and skimming to another page. “Look here, we were at my parent’s house,” he exclaimed, pointing at a picture where they were sitting next to each other on the white table in his parent’s garden. It was their usual Sunday lunch at his, and she was wearing a lilac floral dress and her hair was tied in a low bun. “And look at you, why in every picture you always have a glass of wine or alcohol in general?”
She chuckled and then bit her lips, scratching the back of her neck. It was now or never. “Well, you don’t have to worry about it anymore. For a while, I won’t be able to drink any alcohol.”
Johnny furrowed, “Why? Oh God, do you have problems with your livers?”
She laughed and shook her head, “No, it’s not a problem. It’s a nice thing.”
“Detoxing yourself? But you’re not an alcoholic…”
She sighed and then got up from the bed and grabbed something from her purse. She then made her way back to the bed and sat in front of him with her hands behind her back.
“A little early Christmas gift, I guess?” She said, tilting her head right and then handing him a small rectangular box.
Johnny’s hesitant hands grabbed it, and he opened the lid slowly. His eyes widened as soon as he saw what was inside it.
“It’s – it’s positive, right? It’s real?” He asked, voice incredulous and eyes shining bright while he looked at her just as happy face.
She nodded energetically, with a bright smile on her face and watery eyes. “It’s positive, I took it this morning.”
Johnny placed it to his side and then almost launched himself into her arms, hugging her tightly.
“We’re going to be parents,” he muttered against her skin. “Like we’ll have a little baby, our little baby.”
She chuckled, trying to hold back happy tears. “Can you believe we made it? Like, I was starting to lose hopes, but it’s real.”
“I know, I can’t wait to have to go shopping for all the things we’ll have to buy, and then we’ll have to choose a name and fill the baby’s room with things...” Johnny’s excitement was through the roof, but his voice was shaky.
“Are you crying?” She asked when she heard what she guessed to be low sobs. “I should be the emotional one in the couple given my condition.”
Johnny pulled away just enough to look at her, “I just… I wasn’t expecting this, not this soon. God, I’m so happy,” he said cheerfully, sniffling and wiping the tears away from his face.
“Neither was I,” she replied, intertwining their fingers together and caressing the back of his hands. “I wasn’t expecting any of this when I first met you,” she whispered to herself, now knowing that Johnny had changed her in ways she couldn’t even imagine.
This is a state of grace.
This is the worthwhile fight.
Love is a ruthless game.
Unless you play it good and right.
“Johnny!” Mia screamed from the kitchen, “Where are the candles? I can’t find them anywhere,” she huffed, still busy looking for them in every single cupboard.
“Second shelf on your right, next to the party glasses and plates we never use because you’re terrified they’ll break.”
Mia turned around, glaring at him, and then huffed when he walked next to her to grab them instead. “Here you are, the perfect candles for our baby.”
“You said they were ugly,” she reminded him, grabbing the package from his hands and then opening a drawer to grab the lighter.
“I said they seemed a little bit excessive for a one-year-old, but as long as we only have one, I guess we can spoil her, right?”
“I guess,” she replied, smiling at him, and then he pulled her closer to him, pressing her body against his.
“You do know that I love you, right?” He whispered against the skin of her neck, tickling her and making her chuckle lightly.
“You tell me every day when I wake up and every night when I go to sleep, so I guess, yeah, I do.”
“Good, because I’m going to do it for the rest of my life, you know?” He mumbled, tickling her more and causing her to roll her head back.
“Stop,” she screamed, pushing him back playfully. “By the way, that’s good, I like it. Also, because now I got you tied down, and I don’t think there’s a way out,” she winked before intertwining their hands to walk outside where all the guests were chatting.
“Oh, trust me, I don’t want a way out of the favourite chapter of my life,” he whispered only for her to hear, making her smile and blush a light shade of red.
“I think she’s demanding her cake,” Taeyong said as soon as they stepped outside holding Ari, their first daughter, in his arms.
“She has a sweet tooth like her mom, doesn’t she?” Johnny said before leaving a peck on the baby’s nose and then holding her in his arms so Taeyong was free.
“It’s always my fault, right? But when she does something smart, she took it from you.”
“I was talking about eating sweets, not anything else,” he said in his defence. “Right, princess?”
Mia rolled her eyes and then walked to the big table in the middle of their park where the cake was sitting and started setting up the candles.
“I thought you two were never going to have kids and yet, here we are, celebrating Ari’s first birthday,” Jaehyun said, standing next to her, helping her to make room for the plates for the cake, throwing away all the other used plates and glasses. “Now you know how hard it is to look after them,” he joked.
She chuckled, passing him the used napkins, and then said, “I was jealous of all your nights up.” But honestly, they’ve been pretty lucky with her, after the first three months that seemed hell when she would wake up every two hours, everything went well after that. Sure, raising a baby wasn’t easy, but she was good for being a child.
“Don’t get me wrong,” her friend started saying, “I love her, and you know how happy I was when you told us the news but, what happened? I remember that night when we talked, and you seemed petrified just at the mere idea of having a baby.”
Mia nodded, laughing lowly at the memory. “I was scared not about the pregnancy, but at the thought of putting my life to a stop. I had never slowed down that much before and always lived just for my job, and well, of course, Johnny and all of you, but this is different. It’s a whole new kind of responsibility and time-consuming thing that lasts for life, and I wasn’t so sure I could take the weight.”
“And then all of a sudden…”
“All of a sudden my emotions took over, the part I never listened to before. You have no idea how hard it had been to admit to myself I had feelings for him. Coming to terms with my heart is harder than fighting with a bear. But that night we talked so much about the past times when we were in college, and I guess remembering all the dumb things I did, and well, Johnny did, opened my eyes. I used to jump into things without looking and get hurt and well, also hurt other people, but I was in a committed relationship with the same man for five years, so it was like I had just realized I wasn’t my past self anymore. I wasn’t trying hard to get my degree and then struggling to build my business. I already had everything I had worked so hard for, and I realized that there was a small, tiny little thing with two big eyes missing.”
Jaehyun smiled fondly at her and then patted her back, “Well, it definitely changed you for good. You shine differently, and most important, you worry less about stupid things.”
“A good thing that comes with the lack of sleep?”
The man laughed, “Well, I guess so, I also stopped worrying so much about irrelevant stuff since we had the baby. It’s not even about priority, but they make you realize how life’s a whole touch and go, how time slips away from your fingers, and you can’t take it back.”
Mia smiled at him and watched him go to his little three-year-old boy, and then looked over at Johnny that was chatting with Taeyong and Taeil while holding Ari in his arms.
She ran a hand through her hair and smiled at the scene, thinking that her past self surely would’ve never expected to be there today. In her house, engaged with her mortal rival Johnny Suh, while celebrating the first birthday of their firstborn.
Her past self would’ve laughed at her face if she went back in time to tell her that. She wasn’t made for love. She wasn’t made for commitment. She was always in a rush. Love wasn’t a game she knew how to play.
But Johnny, that Johnny that got on her nerves during classes. The Johnny that beat her with better projects. The Johnny she spent three years fighting with. That Johnny was the same that came around like a cannonball, crashing her walls down and changing her forever. Because she knew that if it wasn’t for him, her life would’ve been completely different.
If she didn’t find Johnny in her life, all the love destined for her would’ve been cruel. A vendetta for all the pain she had caused to others, even if she didn’t do it on purpose.
And maybe all the matches burned before, all the downfalls, and the heartbreaks were just training for this, for the big game of their life.
All of that was a test that taught them how to make it work, how to don’t turn love into a ruthless game and play it good and right.
And now, Mia had no more doubts. She knew their love was in a state of grace.
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