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#I don't see the romance between the two when its them knowing each other for years and picking up on quirks

blingblong55 · 6 months

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My Love, Mine all mine -Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Based on a request:

"Broken men know who to love, but not how to love. Broken women know how to love, but not who to love." This is so Simon related 🥺🥺

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A/N: Because he isn't always some tough masked solider, he is a man with wounds and a life beyond the battle field

It wasn't a shared feeling, he knew that well. You and he had stayed up and talked about a future like you had a clue. He knew your issues, love isn't what you want at times, you miss it, want it, but sometimes just at times, you can't give in to it, in fear of something greater that you don't know about. The smoke of his cigarette gave his not-so-secret hiding spot away. "Better not ask for my jumper again, doll," he knew you were there, knew those steps all too well. You chuckle, "You have to be some superhero," you sit beside him. He shrugs, "Just a mere mortal," he smiles. Silence between you two, speaking the words lips fail to say.

Simon knew you he was meant to love you, but not ever meant to show it. And just as he was about to speak, you rested your head on his shoulder. Classic way to ask for his jumper because you once again forgot your own. "No, not this time, I'm sick today," he excuses. "What if I get sick?" you ask and he chuckles. "You can never get sick darling, remember New Year's Day last year?"

It was cold, wind and snow surrounded you and he walked to you. The night died down rather quickly, lovers kissing inside as you walked in the snow. Thirteen years of knowing the other, he knew you too well, you want to avoid the romance, avoid the cliche and have something different, but not all can be unique. You know well, he knows too, you turn around, "Go back inside, Si, you'll get sick." He shakes his head. "What, you're telling me you won't take care of me, love?" He gets closer to you, a little pout as he gives you his puppy eyes. "Don't do that, Simon." He smirks. "Doing what, all I'm saying is, why not let me be here with you and just shit-talk all those people who might invite us to their baby showers?" You laugh. "I'm wearing blue," you comment he rolls his eyes. "No way you'll make me wear pink," he shakes his head. You ignore it, knowing a baby shower would come within nine to ten months from your friends.

He knows you. He just doesn't know if he can ever love you. In this world, a man like him isn't guaranteed a happy ending. Maybe a cut to the throat, death in a dark place, bullets blazing as his body takes its last breaths, that is a guaranteed end. Nothing in this world belongs to him, not even the knife he carries. "I almost got sick," you recall. "Keyword is almost," he looks at the skyline. "So, what is new?" he looks over to you. "Same old story." It was mad, to know he can be the man who loves you unconditionally. You could stab him in the back a million times and a million times he would thank you for doing it. Love works in different ways, his love is dark and deep but real. You could break his heart, expose him to the world, turn him into his enemy, kill him over and over, and each time, he would say he loves you.

It's a dark and twisted fairy tale to love him, but it's love that no one can take from him. He can tell you he loves you over and over, but you would still ask him if it was true. You can kiss him, care for him, hug him in days or nights when he is the most vulnerable, burn the world and watch it fall apart for him, only to have him think it's all foolery. One hug, one kiss, and he would still question what love is. The meaning displayed in your eyes, the feeling displayed in his gaze but neither are too brilliant to take a step and claim what the poets oh so need to see. You are conflicted, getting your heart broken over and over by many lovers, asking and crying to the starry nights what is so wrong with you.

Do you love too much, do you care too much? What if it's you and not them? What then? Simon, the cold stare to the passers and the soft gaze to you. R/N, the confused lover with issues and questions that one man's lips hold the answers to. One New Year's Day, one whisper of a truthful 'I love you,' two hearts, one bed, tears and promises. What makes love is not what others perceive it as. Not for a soldier, not for a civilian who questions all her love. At dinner with friends, questions were asked of when either would settle down like the others did, not knowing the answer was right at that table. Simon and R/N, are two complicated hearts that beat for one reason. To live. But those two words can be more than just a basic meaning.

One stormy night, knock on the door and he opens, shirtless and with hope. "Hi," your hoarse voice is too soft. He opens his arms and you run to them. Antidote, what a soldier like him found in that night when he promised he would be more than just a soldier but a man who loves a woman. A woman who cries in his arms as she gets heartbroken again. Boyfriends, thinking they are better than a true woman who all she wants to do is love and care. Something a soldier like him looks for in the dark. "They don't know what they lost, dear," he kisses the top of your head as he holds you close to him. He is done trying to find reasons to not love you.

You are tired of not finding enough excuses to call him home. Your home. His home. An embrace of a man who all he wants to do is protect the last thing on this earth to love him. It was a shared feeling, you both know that well. It is believed that since the creation of our universe, our galaxy, the dust that made us, always tries to find a way back to its other half. And, as he holds you close, two hearts, under one roof, he finds home, and you find home too. It's not about what piece is broken but what is still there. It's not about love or who or how to love.

Sometimes, love is not just a kiss, sex and a caress. Love is sometimes about waking up late morning, hair all messy, bodies tangled with the sheets and a burst of lazy laughter as you realise your lipstick is all over his face. Love is respect, honesty, trust, happiness, fun, and him, holding you near as he watches you cry over something small. Love is about being imperfect, flawed, broken and having the one you care for sit down, love you a little extra that day and watch as you fix yourself with his hand holding yours.

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ghouljams · 8 months

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PLEAAAASEEEEE just a lil knight smooch on the hand, even just a light kiss to her lock of her hair

EVEN JUST LOVE FILLED GLANCES PLEAAAAASEEEEEEE

or maybe medivel konig romance i am so lovesick i wamt to hear fluff aND UR DENYING US WITH GHOST KNIGHT YEARNING

OK but only because I'm really beating this poor princess down in two other asks.

You spend most of your day with Ghost, he's your escort for every outing, your companion for every event. You'd think you'd get tired of seeing him all the time but you never do. You love seeing him, and you think he likes seeing you too.

"Good morning," you smile up at Ghost as he comes near, your favorite part of your mornings.

"Morning," he pulls out the chair next to you, grabbing a thick slice of bread as he sits. You don't even need to ask your maids to set a place for him anymore, don't need to coax Ghost into joining you for breakfast. He leans his elbows against the table and breaks the bread apart between his hands, as he watches you.

"How'd you sleep?" You ask, too casual, he nudges you with his knee. "Did you sleep well?" You try again. He's worse than your old etiquette tutor sometimes.

"Same as usual, were you alright after the-" he pauses, clicks his tongue, like he's annoyed he doesn't have a polite word for it. He doesn't want to say "tantrum" but you know he's thinking it.

"I- yes. Thank you." You stare down at your hands, embarrassed. You're too old to be acting like that. Ghost stares at you a long moment before setting his bread on his plate. He reaches across the table to grab meat and fruit, filling your plate before you can stop him.

"Eat, you'll feel better." He plucks another slice of bread free of its warm basket and butters it. You watch him slide the little silver knife against the crumb and he stops, pointing the utensil at your plate. "Eat," he's not asking you.

You pick up your fork and knife to do as he says. You really don't know why you bother listening to him, you're in charge, not him. It's just that, you sort of like doing what he says, he always looks so pleased when you do. He doesn't even look at you when you take your first bite, but his eyes still smile and you know it's for you. His smiles are only ever for you.

"Good girl," He mumbles, sliding his bread onto your plate, neatly jam and buttered just the way you like it.

"You're free to leave," you tell your maids, glancing at them over your shoulder. You know they're hovering, waiting to refill your tea or bring another plate of food. You also know they're waiting for more information on last night's... fit. Gossips the lot of them. "You've left the pot, if I need more tea Ghost will serve me. Go."

The maids exchange a glance and drop to curtsy before scurrying out. You go back to eating. Ghost waits a beat before removing his mask and serving himself breakfast. You don't bother with glances or peaking at his face, you look. It's your right to look, he's yours after all.

"You're staring," he grumbles. Astute observation, you think with a smile. You know what he means, you spear a strawberry with your fork and pop it in your mouth.

"I'm eating."

"Don't talk with your mouth full," he hums, ignoring you in favor of his own meal. Does he know that you only breach etiquette to hear him correct you? Does he see you behave as a perfect princess for others and think he did that? No, you think he must know you're teasing him.

You set your fork down and reach to wipe away the crumbs that stick to his lip. Ghost catches your hand before you can touch him, his tongue darting out to do what your finger would have. His eyes hold yours, each of you waiting for the other to pull back. You don’t want to.

His lips are so much warmer than in your dream, softer, more substantial as Ghost bows his head to press them against your knuckles. You tilt your head, watching him turn your hand to kiss your palm and the delicate skin of your wrist. He looks at you with every promise in his eyes, and you love him for it.

"Good morning, my lady," he murmurs, holding your hand to his cheek. Your heart clenches, fingers curling against the stubble on his jaw.

"Good morning, my knight." You whisper back. The breath he lets out is almost pained, far too heavy for breakfast. He kisses your palm again, and you almost understand why before he drops it. I love you, you both seem to think at each other, I love you.

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celluloidbroomcloset · 4 months

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Going off of this post, which has so many good points: I think two other things are also happening with Stede, in addition to everything else, and they have to do with his understanding of what love is.

We know that Stede's fairly intellectual and often retreats into fantasies. But he also just reads a lot, and most of his experience and understanding of love would likely be filtered through what he has read. While, yes, there was gay porn in the 18th century, and Stede would likely know about Greek attitudes to sex between men, sodomy itself was illegal and very likely, as @teeny-tiny-revenge points out, never treated as part of love or romance, but as an act (we see this in Calico Jack’s discussion of buggery). So Stede is very unlikely to associate the act of gay sex as anything to do with love.

But Stede does know about the concept of love as transcendent and courtly. We know he reads Shakespeare and fairy tales; he’s likely to read Donne, Milton, and Pope, Greek epics, and medieval romances. The point being that love, in his worldview, would be something high and passionate, something almost not of this world, and even possibly disconnected from sex entirely—which would, for him, relate to his lack of sexual desire for his wife or for women generally. I think Stede's desire to marry for love is not really about sexual desire at all, because he's not quite aware that he can feel sexual desire for men and he knows he doesn't feel it for women. It's about finding the more transcendent, courtly love that he reads about.

When he meets Ed, Stede does develop feelings. They have an immediate kinship. But Stede has also never had a close friend. What he’s experiencing with Ed, initially, is not the high-flown emotions he’d associate with literary depictions of romantic love, but something simpler—he and Ed are friends, they like being around each other, they care for each other. When Ed leaves, Stede is jealous and devastated, and he's overjoyed when Ed comes back. But none of those feelings click as romantic love until Mary tells him what love really feels like.

The other element are the two times Stede and Ed kiss, or nearly do—first on the deck in the moonlight, and then on the beach. The kiss on deck is something that doesn’t actually happen, just nearly does, and we have no scene afterwards with either of them to further parse out their emotions. Certainly Ed and Stede see it as a memorable moment in their relationship later, after both are aware of their love for each other, but at the time it's a step not taken. This seems to be more of a “love that dare not speak its name” moment, that neither of them are yet willing or able to put a label on. However it’s of note that when Stede remembers it, he doesn’t remember the near kiss—he remembers putting the silk in Ed’s pocket. And that act is one that he would understand as deeply intimate, a chaste physical touch (and exchanged of a beloved object) that could be associated with courtly love.

The kiss on the beach is the start of Stede’s awakening to his sexuality. But again, there is a small move there between friendship and romantic love, and the kiss is not expressive of intense passions. What both Ed and Stede are able to articulate is simple happiness. One could even argue that neither of them are fully aware of the depth of their romantic and sexual feelings at that point—Ed because he’s felt sexual attraction but never really paired that with love, Stede because he’s never felt either.

So I don't think that Stede is fully aware of his sexuality as sexuality, not until Mary puts it into clearer terms for him—his love for Ed may be friendship, it may be more chaste, transcendent love, but he's not yet tied those feelings to the reality that he can desire Ed.

#ofmd #our flag means death #stede bonnet #edward teach #ed teach #hope this makes sense #i know what i'm trying to say #but articulating it is a bit difficult #ofmd meta #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #gif #long post #queer

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yazthebookish · 3 months

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I loved all of what Sarah highlighted in her interview today and I'll elaborate a bit especially on the romance part:

In Maas’ fantasy worlds, love interests often exist as fated “mates,” with invisible strings between them that are powerful and often poetic. Readers can see the literary metaphors, like complementary powers between two characters. But other times, there are no metaphors, with their connection initially seeming random.

She's too attached to the mate trope and I like that she gives us different cases and scenarios for it, otherwise it'll be boring.

“Sometimes, I will write a scene with two characters that I’ve planned for them to get together, and then they have no …” She shakes her head slightly at me. “It’s like holding two dolls and being like, now kiss! And they won’t. … And then sometimes a different character will walk in and they will just” — she snaps.

I yelled at this part because it's as if she plucked the scene from Azriel's bonus chapter and used it as an example. Those parallels between Elain and Gwyn are intentional. It doesn't mean Elain is bad it's just their dynamic doesn't work as a couple and it was obvious to the author. I know she didn't specify who this was about but like, come on, who tried to kiss and which character showed up in a bonus chapter after that depressing scene and gave a glimmer of hope?

“It feels like magic in a way where, as much as I tried to plot out things years in advance, I let my characters guide a story. And they usually wind up with the people that they need to be with and who offer them the most growth and joy.”

I love this so much and allow me to speak about my favorite ship and its because the snippets we saw of Az and Gwyn together especially in the bonus chapter brought out a lighter version of Az. His scenes with Gwyn were light-hearted and the bonus chapter ends on a hopeful note for them. It's hard to deny that connection between them whether you theorize she's luring him or they're mates, those theories wouldn't exist if she had no ties to him (she's in his own chapter like come on).

I go the philosophical route with my next question: We’re talking about fate here, but at what point is a character the agent of their own fate? What happens if someone rejects their mate? (Listen, if I were Fae and I didn’t like my mate, whatever God chose for me is not my business.)

People are jumping the gun and assume this example is set to be Elucien but... we have Helion and Lady of Autumn likely being an example of a tragic rejected mates story (if you read ACOWAR and their history it's obvious they're mates). Maybe it's Mor and Eris and that's the secret that ties them to each other. We have other characters from other series too.

For a convincing mate rejection story in my opinion, it needs more than one book or it's a case that we see with side characters where we can see their history and the long-term implications of a rejected bond.

It's too easy of a story to have one person's central conflict be the words "no I reject you" and they're done. Again, this is not exclusive to ACOTAR but also her other series.

“That’s something I find to be very interesting,” she replies. “What if the forces that be put you with the wrong person? Or what if you just decide, eh, I’m not interested. … There’s a lot to explore within the concept of mates and your agency about it.

The concept of agency is something many readers in the fandom discussed especially when it comes to mating bonds and there were arguments on (would Rhys fell for Feyre if she wasn't his mate or would have Cassian fell for Nesta if she wasn't his mate). We know that some mates don't work out but stay together because their dynamic is unhealthy (Rhys's and Tamlin's parents). We got examples of a loveless mating bond already.

We also saw that Nesta didn't immediately accept the term "mate" because it would mean cutting off her last tether with humanity. It's not a matter of "you're my mate" "yes I'll be with you", the dynamic between the mated couple is important to explore.

“I’m not going to say if I am exploring it in future books or not,” she continues, “but it definitely offers a wealth of things to explore with this concept of freewill and what is true love. Is it something that’s destined? Or is it something that you make? Is it both?”

This part aligns with what I think about Elucien. We never had a mated pairing who knew they were mates but are not in love with each other. Every mated couple found out they're mates when they were already in love.

Can a destined love turn into true love? Or do you settle for a destined love without love being in the equation. Love wasn't in the equation for Rhys's parents, but love was the equation for Feysand and Nessian. Elucien was left unexplored for a reason and both Elain and Lucien view each other by label "mate", they didn't have a chance to get to know each other. So it's going to be very interesting to see them navigate their feelings for each other despite the mating bond.

I didn't expect her to elaborate a lot on this but I love that she did and I hope in future interviews she gives us more good bits about her writing and examples of the decisions she took for some characters and couples.

Didn't expect this post to be long but happy reading! I'm still reeling from HOFAS 🥲

#acotar #gwynriel #elucien #nessian

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twomiddlefingersforthehaters · 2 months

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Volume 38 is quite an interesting volume, and its cover is more like a romantic novel cover. Kishi gives it an orange sky background. Orange it is a warm and vibrant color that can help to convey excitement, action, attraction, fascination and energy. Orange color commonly used in movie posters because these colors can evoke feelings of warmth, passion, which are ideal for certain genres such as action or romance. Orange represents desire, passion, and love. And Orange symbolizes love and happiness.

In this volume we see naruto's longing for Sasuke. Naruto is very happy or satisfied knowing that his chakra nature matches Sasuke's fire type. He developed Rasen-Shuriken by continuously keeping Sasuke in his mind.

After being hospitalized due to the after-effects of using the Rasenshuriken, he and Sakura are alone here, this is his best chance to flirt with her, but he reverts back to Sasuke again. He is not worried about the consequences of using Rasenshuriken. Instead he emphasizes about how they're getting closer to Sasuke and is very happy about it.

In the previous scenario, Naruto was brainrotting about Sasuke, and when sai & sakura approached him he lied that he was devising a date with Sakura. If you say he lied because he didn't want to worry her about Sasuke…if that's the problem, then he shouldn't lie about dating her when he's thinking about another boy. He could have said, "I was just thinking about Sasuke…how to save him…blah blah blah…" Kishimoto could have easily done something like this, but he spent an entire page showing that Naruto lied about thinking about a date with a girl, but the fact is that he was thinking about a boy this whole time. To them, they don't know what's on his mind... but to the readers, it gives a hint that he's gay but closeted (trying to hiding it from others). His lying makes it more ambiguous and more obvious that he loves Sasuke...but not in a brotherly or friendly way.

While eating ramen with his teammates at Ichiraku, Naruto suddenly looked unhappy, quiet, depressed, and soulless.

Sasuke is what makes Naruto so determined. He developed the Rasenshuriken to save Sasuke from Orochimaru. He doesn't mind getting seriously injured while using his jutsu as long as he gets to closer to Sasuke and able to rescue him. So, when it comes to Sasuke, Naruto won't listen to anyone's advice to the contrary, no matter who gives it and how well-intentioned. That's why he suddenly shut Kakashi up with a smile.

Come to think of it, it wasn't the first time he shut others down when the subject was about Sasuke. Even though he was wrapped in bandages, his irritation was visible in his eyes. He doesn't care what happens to him, all that matters to him is Sasuke, which is why he doesn't like it when others try to get in between him and Sasuke or trying to stop him.

When Sasuke sees the bridge, he remembers Naruto and reacts to it with a calm gentle smile. While Sasuke is in his world of nostalgia he doesn't even hear Suigetsu talking to him.

Although the two do not interacting, yet, they are thinking about each other in this volume.

#naruto analysis #sns #narusasu #sasunaru #my stuff

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fategoflatass · 3 months

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I used to be so against the slow burn trope. Not because I thought it was shit; it's just, I usually don't have the patience to wait whatever-amount-superior-to-three damn chapters for my dear ship to finally be able to look at each other without blushing and/or hold hands. Thus why you often times see me reading oneshots or fics with the "Established Relationship" tag on them.

So you can imagine just how surprised—or maybe not, maybe I just didn't think enough about it—I was when I realized my newest fixation's main pairing is—canonically—the embodiment of slow burn. Because holy shit they're taking their time.

Nothing against how Kusuriya develops its love story—quite the opposite, actually. The relationship between Jinshi and Maomao, two characters that are written as beautifully as their romance, is a rather realistic approach as to how the same or a similar dynamic would developed in real life. In such a complicated situation, with such complex feelings about emotions—both external and their own—and attachment, makes sense that it takes so long for the relationship to finally sail.

The problem is, I didn't know I was signing with the Devil the moment I decided to pick up the light novel. Ten volumes and nothing has happened. Nothing.

And you can say that technically things have happened, because they have. I mean, Jinshi is just so desperate for Maomao to give him the time of day, you know what I mean? And even that isn't enough anymore and thus he has committed some of the craziest shit I've seen in any romance. Which okay, I don't usually read these type of romances but still.

What I mean by "nothing" is just, their relationship hasn't changed status. I could also say that it seems to go nowhere, but that'd be lying. Since, you know, it has changed quite a lot—just not in the way my impatient ass wanted it to. Because he can be as honest with his feelings as he pleases, and those around them might be heavely conscious of the tension and thus constantly tease those lovebirds (as they should), but babygirl's not helping, you know?

And I get it, Maomao's not the best at expressing and understanding herself, and she's also way too busy worrying about going as unnoticed as possible (she should give up on that one already, tbh) while keeping her head where it should be. But like, I can't help feeling frustrated over it like ‼‼

GIRL, FUCK THE RULES. TAKE THAT PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A MAN AND RUNAWAY SOMEWHERE NO ONE WILL BE ABLE TO IDENTIFY YOU. YOU THEN CARRY THAT BITCH BRIDESTYLE TO THE CLOSEST CHURCH AND MAKE HIM YOUR WIFE. PROCEED TO FROG AROUND, EXPERIMENT WITH YOUR UTERUS AS MUCH AS YOU'D LIKE, AND THEN TEACH THE PRODUCTS OF YOUR PRACTICES AS YOUR OWN GUINEA PIG THE WAYS OF HERBAL MEDICINE. AS EASY AS THAT.

But she won't. She'll take her sweet ass time being in denial about both Jinshi's and her own feelings, then maybe she'll proceed to analize herself and find out that maybe, just maybe, that affection that she'd been feeling for that loser became something else. Did said affection also become something more complicated? Absolutely. Does she know how to deal with it? Hell no, but fuck it. If I learned something from school is that you always leave the hardest parts for later.

Now you see why I was so against reading slow burn?

And you wanna know the worst part? I loved it—I loved every second of it, every word, every page. Every scene that seemed to help the relationship advance, only for Maomao to say nope and leave like she owns the place, which at this point she fucking might.

It feels like I, as the reader, am in the middle of a heatwave and some sadistic bastard won't stop teasing me with ice cream—they put it in front of my face, close enough that I can smell the cold. Then take a spoon and eat little by little while staring directly to my eyes. At times they seem to show mercy and feed me a spoon, only for it to be a rather small quantity of serving—serving that tastes so damn good at first, only for it to have such a bitter aftertaste. But if I gotta have something in common with Jinshi is that I'll never be able to beat the masochist allegations, so I'll wait patiently for the next spoon and its corresponding and seemingly enless teasing from that faceless being.

So yeah, I'm still against it, only that now I understand the appeal—even if I have yet to find out about the whereabouts of my sanity while still mananing with the little I've left.

#kusuriya no hitorigoto #the apothecary diaries #jinmao #mai.txt #long post #rant #?#did i just write a rant about a realisticly slow burning romance? yes #please understand i've no one to complain to about them #so i better let go these feelings before i explode and throw my pc out of the window or something #i tried being as spoiler free as possible but please tell me if i should change anything about... whatever this is

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spockandawe · 1 year

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You know what I can't get enough of? Speculation about what the fictional novel Proud Immortal Demon Way says about its fictional author. Because it would be completely possible to make a story like this without that connection. I'm not sure I've read any other transmigration story where the author was a character, so just that addition adds a lot of interesting texture to the situation even without getting deep in the author's head, but it's so interesting how deep I can speculate in so many directions if I think about getting in his head.

And oh man, I could talk for AGES about how Shang Qinghua and his iconic protagonist reflect each other, but a lot of people have written about that already! Including in the medium of fic, which is my favorite way to consume that kind of crunch. So let's talk about familial neglect and mistreatment and the author's favorite character.

Honestly, when I look at how iconic this ship is, I'm astonished there aren't more hit novels where the author gets yeeted into their own book and has to navigate platonic or romantic relationships with their own characters. A lot of the parallels between Shang Qinghua and Luo Binghe are about them being alike in ugly and vulnerable ways, ways I don't think either of them likes about themselves, and regarding aspects of their personalities that I don't think they'd be happy discussing period. Like, Binghe very much hates himself, that's right there on the page. And Shang Qinghua is a ridiculous character, he's very funny, but he's also not stupid. He's very aware of who he is and what he is, and makes a decision to behave the ways he does. I'm typing this up because I was scrolling through an old chat looking for something and tripped across a conversation about shang qinghua and fawn trauma response.

He knows he does this thing! He has an easy opening to turbokill Mobei-jun while he's unconscious and decides to go the route of begging for his life and trying to ingratiate himself after Mobei-jun wakes up instead, which is a much trickier process. He says it himself, that Mobei-jun is his ideal, that he embodies everything Shang Qinghua wants to be, that etc. And that's hilarious and all, especially in light of the eventual romance and the clownery it takes to get there, but in classic svsss fashion, it also becomes a lot sadder when you add up all the pieces and see everything Shang Qinghua hates about himself.

In some ways he's an even more avoidant narrator than Shen Qingqiu, he deflects and jokes like a motherfucker, so it really is a matter of assembling all the pieces and seeing where there are gaps. But what really underscored the connection for me was Mobei-jun's reaction to parental neglect. Because that's what pushed Shang Qinghua into being an author in the first place, his parents divorced and remarried and kinda just.... forgot about him.

Mobei-jun's dad doesn't exactly do that, but he is operating without a mom in the picture, and rather than remarrying, he just chooses to ignore the thing where his shitty brother is persistently trying to kill his son. That really sucks! But Mobei-jun never shows the smallest hint of weakness or vulnerability over this, even when it would have really helped to use his words, like 'hi my uncle is coming to kill me and i trust you to protect me.' He's everything cool, aloof, arrogant, proud, all a bunch of adjectives that really do not apply to Shang Qinghua. Mobei-jun honestly looks like a boring character if you just stick to the main story, because he's so self-contained and controlled. Compare and contrast to Shang Qinghua, who accidentally outs himself as a transmigrator like two minutes after showing up and proceeds to be hilarious for the rest of the book.

(Brief aside to say that I don't think Mobei-jun is necessarily a happier or healthier person for all of this, lmao. The conversation that fawn reaction thing came from was talking about freeze (tee hee) versus fawn in response to threats or stressful situations. But that goes along with the svsss theme of people used to engaging with this universe as a fictional property coming to terms with the depth and complexity of other people's emotions and not just seeing them as simplistic not-real characters in a book)

(Additionally, this makes the ship hilarious as a take on 'opposites attract,' but also it gives me actual Emotions that Shang Qinghua's ideal who he wishes he could be, purely incidentally, he is able to value and love Shang Qinghua in a way that Shang Qinghua can't and doesn't seem to totally understand)

And what's very interesting here. Is that Shang Qinghua made these two characters, Luo Binghe and Mobei-jun. His protagonist ultimately reflects a lot of his own vulnerabilities and insecurities (secretly and quietly in pidw, much more.... overtly in svsss), and Mobei-jun corrects for his vulnerabilities and insecurities. He's the person Shang Qinghua wishes he could be, which is basically... the opposite of Shang Qinghua, to an almost comical degree. And he then gives Mobei-jun the VERY BEST plot armor he can devise. It's hard for a male character to exist near a stallion protagonist without getting swept up in rivalries/suspicions/etc and getting killed by the protagonist, but he makes sure that his favorite character is safe from these things. He's protecting the character he wishes he could be from the character whose faults most reflect his own. That is very sweet and weird and sad, and that's very reflective of the svsss experience, I think.

#mobei jun #svsss #shang qinghua #moshang

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jazzyblusnowflake · 2 months

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I saw your post about your Nuzi headcanons and I have to say THEY ARE ADORABLE!

But it got me thinking, do you have any Vuzi headcanons?

I don't why but I've become obsessed with them in the past while and I wanted to know if you had any ideas for them since you made that incredible Vuzi comic a while back.

oh jeesums, i didn't really expect people to like my HCs enough for it to get over a hundred likes 😭😭😭💕

but yesss id love to take a swing at writing down my subconsciously decided vuzi headcanons too XD so lessee-

Some Vuzi Headcanons i got òvó:

[once again only the drone version ones and as sfw as i can manage lmao sorry asddjfkdfl-]

This version being for AFTER everything is over with and V is ALIVE //or I'm going for Liam's neck personally//- but whether she's with N too or not is for your own interpretation, cuz for ME personally she gets with Uzi AFTER N and Uzi were already a thing together-

Starting a bit similar to the previous HCs, unlike with N, Uzi and V looooooooooooove calling eachother names- ranging from pet names to petty insults, they very hardly call each other their actual names lmao; and Uzi is probably the ONLY person that could get to call V pet names or flirt with her and get away unscathed- V has very little tolerance for anyone else. when actually trying to be intimate or flirty- Uzi loves calling V "Kitty" [cliche i know] and its one of the more acceptable pet names that V allows, but sometimes Uzi goes for pet names to actually make V blush and feel flustered, and those are usually from Uzis more compassionate side since V is allergic to romance apparently 🙄. calling V things like "my pretty", "gorgeous", "you wild thing"- drives V up the wall and she's stuck between wanting to bite Uzi's face off or rip her own off- and likewise when V wants to fluster Uzi she has her own range of heat fueled pet names like "baby bat/batsy", "cutie", "my little snacc"- and overall their job is to try and drive eachother insane lmao. less romantic names on both their sides would be=> [Uzi]: fatty, insufferable nutcase, dumb boob// [V]: shorty, edgy toaster, lil freakshow- and etc etc. TLDR: names.... they call eachother alot of names. that's it lmao.

They have a more avoidant relationship, where N and Uzi would seek comfort in one another, Uzi and V realize when the other isn't feeling well they need space to let off steam and trust one another enough that the other will come to them when they are ready. this isn't the most perfect way to deal with things given they are usually on a time crunch and need to get over their traumas quickly, but in the end they both know they are there for eachother when it matters the most.

teasing.... they do alot of that- although one would argue that V is the only one winning here 😭. V would not let the subject of Uzi being short go- if there's any moment that she could make the joke, she will not let the opportunity pass- anything relating to flustering or embarrassing Uzi absolutely goes- its not uncommon for N to walk in on the two fighting while V is just laughing and cooing at the other that she's just a cute lil baby while Uzi is trying her best to strangle the other without actually harming her. but then Uzi says that V is just a big dumb boob cuz that's all she could see from her pov and N is desperately trying to keep himself from laughing in the background-

V loves picking up Uzi.... that's it... she would never admit it out loud, but holding Uzi up, whether on her back or holding her from the front and feeling Uzi cling to her for support gives her immense internal joy, even if she doesn't show it in her expression. she often prefers picking Uzi up when they make out and this works in both their favors too cuz Uzi loves being taller lmao.

V wouldn't admit it but she is terrified of Uzi getting angry. like actually, genuinely, furiously LIVID level of angry Uzi is enough to make V curl her tail between her legs and just step away slowly. and Uzi.... when Uzi is mad, she talks sickeningly sweet to V. that's how V knows its time to fucking RUN or PERISH.

V is a lot more traumatized than N from Cyn's influence. during her comatosed state she can still vividly remember all the things Cyn had done to her in her mindspace, the same way N got to see all of his own mangled bodies in his own headspace, but unlike N she remembered all of it, hence why she turned into a neurological murder bot. So while she is with the others shes often scared opening up emotionally, and to fix this Uzi tries to force her for some cuddle times. don't get me wrong sometimes both N and Uzi have to literally WRESTLE V til she no longer has energy to fight back just to drag her in the cuddle pile. she usually doesn't talk much and even more rarely breaks down into crying but she's secretly grateful of having Uzi to sometimes force her into things she should do more often in order to heal, and one of those is learning to trust again.

V and Uzi have sparring sessions every now and then- tho sometimes V fights dirty- if you catch my drift lmao- and Uzi is weak for that shit, sadly 😔 Uzi finds herself contemplating her life choices when V is constantly giving her new kinks to consider smhhhh. it doesnt help that V doesnt treat Uzi as weak or breakable, she goes all out and Uzi is thankful to her about it. tho N would not touch this particular catfight between two wild ladies with a 100ft pole- [which would probably be the distance he's standing and watching from...just in case...]

funny enough most of their arguments end with makeout sessions. N cant tell if this is their way of flirting from the start or their way of making up after a fight....

V is secretly protective of Uzi, not interfering when Uzi is dealing with someone but standing a few steps behind her, brandishing her claws just in case, to send an obvious message.

V is absolutely rough when trying to be intimate. Uzi needs lots of energy to heal from bite marks but they always make sure the other is comfortable about it. but when Uzi is soft and gentle with her and focuses on being reassuring and loving towards her, V's a flustered incoherent mess-

despite being the more avoidant one, V is usually the one who initiates any intimacy- [mostly because Uzi is too short or busy or embarrassed to do so 🙄] and when she gets needy, Uzi feels internally giddy as though a cat has chosen her or something-

Uzi likes to ask V sometimes of any HAPPY memories she had back at the mansion.

OKAY- damn that was LOOOOOONG- hope these are good enough- i had a lot of fun writing them :D

once again, left out any nsfw hcs 😇 enjoy the dumpster fire lesbiams-

i also tried my best to leave out the N x Uzi x V headcanons so it would seem more specifically for Vuzi :"3

#murder drones #uzi doorman #serial designation v #serial designation n #vuzi #nuziv #vuzin #violetviolence #violentbitingbiscuits #snowballflo #snow rambles #took 3 hours this time #i love writing but DAMN it takes so much time smhhh

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loving-family-poll · 3 months

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Ultimate Incest Tournament - Round 4

Propaganda under the cut:

Gerard/Mikey:

Vocalist and bassist respectively of my chemical romance. they are insanely codependent (describing themselves as the same person just different heights etc). gerard has also licked mikeys nipple onstage. good times

Gerard is decidedly super abnormal about mikey. he has written many songs about him that are always adjacent to straight up love songs. he has also been explicitly sexual with him (giving him a pantomime handjob, caressing his chest, saying he looks like a hooker etc etc) while also constantly babying him. theyre codependent and they finish each others sentences and theyre in ickydisgusting brotherlove❤️❤️❤️❤️

Grew up together as the outsiders in their New Jersey town and spent their teenhoods together in a musty basement. Mikey learned to walk by running after Gerard and face-planting. Gerard drew comics for Mikey and told him stories. They went to a Smashing Pumpkins concert together and decided that being in a band is what they wanted out of life. Mikey learned the bass because Gerard was in bands and he wanted to join. Gerard called up Mikey after witnessing 9/11 and told him they're gonna start a band. Everything they do is together, they love each other. And isn't it so much fun to turn that incest?

Mikey Way wrote a comic where the main character, who looks like him from the black parade era, gets a woman pregnant. Which isn't incestuous on its own, but she looks like the female version of Gerard Way from the black parade era. Love is love or something

Dave/Rose:

Daverose blondetwin sweep because they were codependent without ever meeting from growing up seeing each other in their dreams

What does it mean to be an abused teenage boy growing up alone and seeing a girl in your dreams every night who is also your best friend. and when you finally meet her you go on a suicide mission together even though nobody was asking you to die with her. and then you are the only two human beings left in the recognizable universe on a cold meteor surrounded by aliens but you’re glad it’s with her. and when you finally touch the girl from your childhood dreams she looks exactly like you. because she’s your sister

I don't have words for how good these snarky assholes are together. DaveRose is brain chemistry changing. They both put up so many fronts, and engage in so much snarky wordplay, and are constantly trying to get under each other's facade. They play off each other so well, witty and sharp, I need them to be together always

We all die & we all die alone are the two cold truths of the universe but dave and rose broke both simultaneously by ascending to godhood together

Their twincest wins because it is just so confusingly tragic? profound? dave leaving rose behind in a doomed world, dave following her to the bomb. they are both so closed & cut off & curt its hard to imagine the depth of these things. but that is their love language: giving up their lives for each other over and over, in a confusing and fumbling and heartfelt love song. i can’t say i love you but i know we’ll die together anyway. because we’re made of the exact same stuff. i’ll find you again at the last moment. that’s love.

THEY DIED TOGETHER, YOUR HONOR

Confirmed canon by the author, (something happened) between them. Parallels of dying by each other's sides in EVERY timeline. They are THE womb-to-tomb. There is nothing platonic about winking at your brother while talking about crushes, that shit is incestuous. Seer/Knight archetype. They will die protecting each other.

do you realize love someone if you don’t follow them on a suicide mission into the gaping maw of a literal fucking sun after they knock you out and psychoanalyze you in your dreams? the blueprint of the “ethereal androgynous blonde boygirl twins” trope. witch/knight dynamics. they find each other to die together in every timeline no matter what (but they’re still emotionally constipated teenagers who bicker and make fun of each other in pesterchum). kids with grown-up powers. perfect little freaks of nature. what if we looked exactly like each other’s eyes

#tournament polls #tumblr polls #incest poll #round 4 #gerard/mikey #waycest #daverose #dersecest #mcr #homestuck #tw incest

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strayflowersstarsandlove · 3 months

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𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚆𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 - a Han Jisung short au!fanfic

-in which fast burn is actually slow burn that ends up with hearts breaking and words twisting and spit in your mouth.

"Oh-oh, talk fast, romance won't last, I'm okay with that oh-oh, burn, crash, romance Oh-oh, I'll take what I can get from you"

💫PART 1💫

You take a sip from your first and maybe last drink of the night as the guests slowly trickle out two by two. The music has toned down, the original 4 hours long playlist long replayed to its last song until Spotify almost seamlessly shifted to some calmer, ambience tracks you don't know the names of.

Changbin kisses his girlfriend goodbye one last time - even though it's the 5th time he says that - and then walks her upstairs as Seugmin busies himself trying to subtly clean up the place by throwing away empty paper plates and cups, being the good Virgo he is. Which is much appreciated by the Libra in the house, slightly intoxicated and relaxed Channie picks up a few napkins and grins at his friend, patting his back as a thank you as he walks past him to get to the trash can on the other side of the room.

Parties at Chan's where always nice, they had this chill, feel good vibes to them. People could literally show up in their pjamas and bring some chips and they would still be welcomed with open arms and cheers by the host who dubbed in between deejaying and entertaining his guests - and sometimes making out with that friend of a friend who got invited by either Changbin's or Jeongin's girlfriend.

Today was an exception. Only because Jeongin's partner was on a work trip and the last time Changbin's girlfriend introduced one her friends to Chan it actually stuck for once. They were actively seeing each other, but they were not official, as he would put it. She wasn't here today but he still decided not to interact with basically any other girl but you throughout the party.

Completely different story for Minho. He would stick his tongue in whatever throat he got at hand, grab any and every butt. You had to hold back your laugh when a few hours ago you saw him slightly panic when the girl he was making out with on the couch slapped HIS butt all of the sudden. Apparently it wasn't a welcomed gesture. He dropped her and orbited around his other friends for the remaining on the night, namely complaining about her to Chan and Han.

Han who merely acknowledged you these days. You sometimes caught him staring at you while you were talking to any of the other guys or acquaintances, but the moment you accidentally locked eyes with him he would avert his gaze, uneasiness creeping up your insides every time he did that.

You had met all the boys through Felix, he was your closest and dearest friend out of the whole group, and even though you felt very comfortable and safe around every one of them, you still considered him to be your best friend. You had known him for over ten years and grew up with him, you cherished your friendship very dearly.

Parties like these were your favorite cause they were sort of intimate and chill as most of the people there you already knew and the whole thing didn't require you to have to mingle and be all that social. You could happily spend the night sticking to easy going, comforting - arms always around your shoulders - Felix, or talking quietly to Hyunjin in between his outbursts of energy when he heard his favorite song playing and he just couldn't resist moving his body in the middle of the living area like nobody was watching.

"Alright, looks like everyone's gone home. Care for one last round of drinks before hitting the showers?", Chan spoke out loudly, gathering everyone around him as he grabbed some soju and held it up to everyone's mostly empty cups, "I'm good, I might just hit my sleeping bag actually", Seungmin replies, yawning a little, "oh come on don't be a party pooper, the night's still young", interjects Minho, snatching the bottle from Chan and pouring the alcohol for everyone who offered their cups, "the party IS over, Min. You guys are the last ones here. But ya'll sleeping over so it doesn't even count. Anyway... Cheers", argues Chan through a signature giggle.

Minho dawns his drink in one chug and makes a satisfied face along with a resounding "aah" afterwards, he's so cute but so random, definitely one of the weirder ones in the group, you think fondly to yourself while silently sipping. And he catches that. You're pretty sure he can't read your mind but the glint in his eyes when they lock with yours for that brief second you were thinking of him, gives you the odd feeling he managed to pick up on your silent thoughts: "we should play spin the bottle", he announces mischievously.

Much to no one shock, an abundance of "what the hell - why the fuck would you suggest we do that - Minho shut up you're drunk" an another string of curses follows his suggestion, with many of the guys faking disgusted faces and throwing up sounds.

You slap your forehead dramatically. It's like he knew you were thinking of him as a little adorable weirdo and he decided to play on that just then. Felix erupts into giggles and instinctively wraps his arm around your waist for support, he's a very light weight when it comes to drinking. He likes his alcohol finer, sweeter and possibly more expensive than the cheap soju he's been sipping on, you can tell he's already a little tipsy by the way he sways lightly on his feet.

"What? You guys too scared to get a little tongue action?", Minho teases, giggling in high pitched little breaths as Hyunjin plasters his hand all over his mouth and face, "please stop talking", he mutters, rolling his eyes, "whee whe?", he continues, his voice muffled and distorted by the impediment on his face until he pries away the hand only to interlock fingers with the brunette who looks at him perplexedly, "why? Why not? It's just a game to end the night nicely, you prudes".

Chan giggles and sighs while Jeongin shakes his head in disbelief, "cause it's literally just us nine you pabo, and some of us have girlfriends, and y/n is the only other girl here", he explains in fake frustration, "yeah I'm sure y/n wouldn't like to be thirsted after like some piece of meat to end her night", adds Changbin, to which you smile gratefully. Yet you're undeniably amused by the idea. Must be the alcohol you promised yourself you weren't going to drink much of. Which was still true to a point. You weren't even tipsy. Just a little amused by the silliest things.

"Fine. Changbin, Jeongin, Chan, feel free not play. More fun for us", rebukes Minho, slinging an arm around Seungmin on his side, who "ews" in his way, while still holding onto a progressively concerned Hyunjin who tries to unglue their fingers, "... I don't have a girlfriend", interjects Chan, scratching his neck nervously, Changbin shoots him daggers with his eyes only, "what about Lisa? Aren't you guys dating?", he eggs him on, "we're just seeing each other. No-", "no strings attached? You're just fuck buddies then, alright", Han cuts him off and everyone either mocks Chan or laughs at him.

"I was going to say it's just not that serious yet but... Moving on... I'm in, I don't care, I'm not too tired yet and it's just a game. An actual not strings attached game". Everybody looks at Chan with shocked expressions, yourself included. Except for Minho who just looks smug. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you Christopher Bahng or did someone clone you and send in the replacement?", comments Seungmin, only making everyone laugh more.

You feel Felix squirming a little, he finishes up his drink and takes a deep breath afterwards:"alright if Chan's in, I'm in", he declares and holds his hand up, Minho lets go of Hyunjin and high fives the blue haired boy, pulling him to his side, opposite you in the little circle you guys formed in the middle of the basement.

"You guys find each other cute? Cute enough to kiss?", Jeongin asks in bewilderment, most of the guys shrug, some make poker faces, Seungmin shouts a resounding NO while Chan giggles as he nods and winks at Felix who giggles with him.

Now now... You knew all of them felt very comfortable around each other, you had witnessed them being openly affectionate multiple times. You knew they liked to cuddle in piles and sometimes playfully grab at each other butts and stuff. It's not like you didn't expect them to randomly act out, you were just a little surprised about how the were slowly all coming around after initially shutting down Minho's idea so vehemently.

"I'm so going to regret this ugh", Hyunjin exclaims, joining the favorable group, Changbin sighs and crushes his plastic cup in his hand, "now how can I pass up the chance to finally kiss you, my prince", he says dramatically, blowing a kiss to the tall brunette who giggles loudly as he tilts his head back. "I love how everyone thought I was insane yet you're all crawling now. And y/n hasn't even agreed yet", comments Minho with an underliying victorious tone to his voice, "she doesn't have to", Han replies so lowly you're probably the only one who picks up on it.

And you don't miss the slight harshness in his tone. You knit your eyebrows at him, annoyance bubbling up at the base of your stomach as you lick the last drops of the soju in your cup and smirk, "yeah she doesn't have to but she will. Count me in", you declare fiercely, attracting a few astonished looks in your direction. Fuck it. You think. They were all attractive, kind hearted, good fucking people. Spin the bottle was just a stupid game and you felt safe and secure enough not to be afraid they'd disrespect you. Might as well enjoy a little fun.

Felix shoots you a curious look but stays silent, he blinks his pretty eyes and looks down for a brief second. "I hate you guys, I'm in. But I'm not kissing anyone with tongue". The cheers that follow Jeongin addition are so loud you have to cover your ears. "Seungmin, pup, join the dark side", Han prods the last of the group who looks utterly disgusted as he puckers up his lips and walks closer to him, "Jisung, stop that. I'll play, but no tongue for me also".

Chan pours out "an encouragement round" of tequila in tiny shots glasses, skipping on the few of you who refuse the liquid courage - you, Han, Seungmin and Felix - and then proceeds to invite everyone to sit down in a circle as he pulls out his phone.

"Okay. Here are the rules: we'll play three rounds, each a little more risqué than the last one, and I'll set a timer for each one. First round is a kiss on the cheek, second one is a peck on the lips and third one is a kiss that has to involve tongue, and has to last at least 30 seconds. If anyone's deeply uncomfortable at whatever point, they can pull out. Are we good? "

You find yourself sitting in between Hyunjin and Chan, with Minho and Felix sitting opposite you, next to Seungmin, Jeongin and Changbin while Han closes the circle on the other end, next to Hyunjin on one side and Minho on the other. A somewhat tense silence fills the room, if not for the quiet lofi music in the background, you can almost hear Hyunjin's stomach grumbling, the sound of your quickened breathing and swallowing once it downs on you there's quite a high chance you'll end up kissing Han.

You two weren't as close as the others. And not without reason. Truth was that when Felix introduced you to him, you felt the most intense sparkle crackling in your chest. You had clicked so fast and so well. And then you kissed and it all went crumbling down. You hadn't confessed your feelings for each other but a few years back on one wintery night while you were walking on one of your night walks through the park, he had kissed you.

You initially thought that was it, that was going to be the beginning of a beautiful relationship with this guy who was the sweetest, funniest, smartest guy you had ever met. He was insanely attractive and played the guitar and the piano and knew how to rap and sing beautifully and you were definitely falling for him even though you had only known him for less than a year.

Instead he had went ghost after that night. And when you had confronted him about it, heartbroken as you were, he cited how it was a big mistake and that he wasn't thinking straight. Obliterating the countless nights and days you had spent as actual good friends and that later evolved in slight flirting and closeness overall. A few years had passed and you mostly kept it civil and discreet. Nobody knew about it except for Felix who you just couldn't keep this secret from, and you suspected Minho might have known about it too cause he was Han's closest link in the group besides Felix himself.

Tension had been building up and it was gruelling and undeniable to the four of you but everyone tried their best not to show it too much. You kept your distance, slowly trying to heal your heart. And it was hard, it was so hard cause you all hanged out all the time as a group, seeing that some of the guys were getting girlfriends also didn't help much. You longed to have someone care for you like that, that someone looked like he despised you with a passion though.

Chan is about to spin the bottle when Han stops him brusquely: "yah wait! What's the point of this whole game if anyone can just call it quits whenever? Isn't spin the bottle supposed to make everyone at least a slightly bit uncomfortable?", he quips, a smug look on his face as he looks around. The older brunette sighs and nods," that's a good point, actually...."," yeah I'm not making out with any of you guys. Juni wouldn't appreciate it", comments Changbin, "yeah neither am I", adds Jeongin, looking cross. Minho rolls his eyes in annoyance, "fuck guys it's just a game... Loosen up".

A little debate explodes right then and there, with everyone trying to talk over the other and the ensuing chaos that makes you laugh half heartedly when you notice Chan looking absolutely spent as he massages his temples. "You are all making it way more complicated than it needs to be. Stop being so hellbent over anything, Jesus!".

Calm and chilled out Chan surprises everyone when he shouts in order to get everybody's attention back to him, he slams his hands down on the floor and sighs once all eyes are on him," first two rounds are mandatory. You either play it fair or you're welcome to go to bed, I don't care at this point. Changbin, Jeongin, you're automatically excluded from the second and third round. Seungmin you either pray this bottle never fucking lands on you or you can use all my mouthwash later on. I have gallons. Now, can we do this stupid thing and then go to sleep? ".

Seeing that no one protests in response, Chan grins, pleased with his unwavering authority, and places the bottle directly in front of you: "since you're the only sensible one and the only girl too, you spin first", he declares. 8 distinct pair of either amused or mildly anxious eyes land on you, you can feel them all burning tiny holes in your face as they expectantly wait for you to break the ice.

The crimson heat rising to your chest and your neck and your cheeks definitely alerts everyone, yourself included, that the confidence you began this night with is now visibly fading, leaving your body like it never was there in the first place. You smile meekly and look down at the bottle, giving it a little spin, not too weak not too strong.

The elongated neck of the bottle ends up pointing at Felix. Relief washes over you. He smiles brightly at you and opens his arms wide for you, you crawl over to him, letting him embrace you slightly as you place a soft kiss to his cheek, making sure to exaggerate the sound of your lips smacking onto his freckled skin, which makes everyone laugh. Since he was on the receiving end of the first spin, Felix tries his luck next, the bottle spinning and spinning until it stops in front of Minho, "Yongbokah!!", the black haired boy chirps excitedly, repeatedly tapping the cheek Felix kisses in between giggles.

Minho's spin lands on Hyunjin, who fakes the saddest frown and scrunches his face dramatically when his overtly excited friend complies to the game. He then spins himself along with the bottle, looking so silly as he rotates on his bum:"wheeeeee who am I gonna kiss?", he asks no one in particular: the bottle lands on Jeongin. Oh boy.

The utter chaos and ooohhs and ahhhs and mocking and chants that ensue are loud enough for your ears to start ringing. While the youngest boy fake cries and whines profusely, Hyunjin makes the roundest kissy face and smacks his lips together, "MY BABY BOY, MY BABY BREAD COME HERE", he tackles Jeongin to the ground, laughing excitedly as he places what must be a wet kiss on his friend's cheek.

The traumatized maknae's spin ends on Chan, who laughs so much he starts squeaking. Jeongin curses under his breath and kisses his cheek half heartedly, "I'm so glad this torture ends for me now", he mutters, causing new laughter and squeaks to erupt in the basement. "Aaand time! First round is over", Chan resets the timer on his phone just as Jeongin takes his leave, waving everyone goodbye as he makes his way upstairs.

Changbin pouts sulkily, "I can't believe I lost both chances to kiss our prince and our baby", he whines, while the rest of the guys mock him playfully, Hyunjin laughs the most but still blows him a kiss that his friend pretends to catch and hold close to his heart. "I'll stay for the show until I pass out", he announces then, removing himself from the circle, going to then sit on the couch in the corner.

"Alright, this is where it gets interesting", Chan rubs his hands together and proceeds to start the timer and spin the bottle. You swallow a little nervously now, watching as the bottle spins on itself a few times until it slows down and inevitably comes to a stop: it stills at a weird angle, the narrower part of the neck pointing into the empty space between you and Hyunjin.

You lock eyes with him, uncertainty displayed across both of your faces, "I think it's y/n", says Seungmin, "mmh nah it's Hyune", contradicts Minho. Chan crawls over and frowns, he tilts his head and tries to look at the bottle from a different perspective, he steps over and around it with a confused look on his face, "I'll spin again, just for fairplay sake".

As the countdown ticks and ticks, the bottle spins again, Chan sits back down next to you and observes closely as the empty tequila finally stops. This time it points squarely at you. You inadvertently suck in a little breath. It's fine, you tell yourself. It's just Chan. Cute, cuddly, ever supportive and reliable Chan. You kissed each other on the cheek before on like birthdays and Christmas, no big deal.

He turns to you with an almost apologetic look on his face and smiles gently, "is this okay?", he asks quietly and you nod, "time, hyung", Minho cuts in, much to everyone's amusement, "what? Eager to kiss your next victim?", the aussie teases back before placing a kiss to your lips. It's gentle and quick, passes like a breeze.

Your hands are a little shaky now that you hold the bottle. And it's not from the kiss you just shared but the potential one you might get next. You give the bottle a little twist and then spin it more vigorously than the first time, squeezing your eyes shut. Not Han not Han not Han. "Oh... So it was fate, in the end".

Chan's voice echoes through your ears. You open your eyes to find the bottle pointing at Hyunjin who looks at you a little nervously, "seriously? The three of you might as well just play on your own", poor Changbin is fed up, he stands up from his spot and walks to the door, "I'm not watching someone else living out my dream, goodnight".

It takes everyone a few seconds to calm down from the giggles but when you all finally do and the impeding timer going off resurfaces in your mind, you quickly move onto Hyunjin. It was supposed to be you who initiates the kiss but he does it for you, his lips hands down the softest thing that has ever landed on you when he pecks your mouth slowly. When he spins next, it lands on Seungmin, who goes so pale and flabbergasted he might just pass out right there - "time!".

Everyone groans at Chan's announcement while the remaining youngest exhales in relief: "is my spin null? Do we restart the lap?", Hyunjin asks, "yeah I reckon. It ran out of time right when it landed. It's null. We start over", replies Chan, promptly placing the bottle in front of you, "me again?", you say confusedly, "yup. Hyunjin's turn was basically deleted. The loop begins from you again". Han hisses underneath his breath at this executive decision, while you can see Seugmin regaining color in his face, his features slightly more relaxed even if it's short lived.

Now you're really really nervous. You try not to show it but a strange mixture of excitement and anxiety swirls in your stomach and makes your heart pound when you give the bottle a strong flick, setting it off to spin again.

is this a cliffhanger? Am I doing this right🤔💀

🥀PART 2

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everythingne · 4 months

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hey yall :D!

i've just moved back into my dorm for classes today but i don't start any actual work for a while. im gonna be a bit slower now with work and such but I wanted to let y'all know of some upcoming fics to expect :)! please let me know if any specific ones interest you as i am in a bit of a slump and any encouragement seriously helps <3

growing pains - dr3

(3+1) three times the girls pain makes you and daniel realize they're not always going to be your little ones. (a first period, a first breakup, and moving out) and one time, the girls come back to show all the lessons you've taught them, and that no matter their age they'll always be your little girls.

mrs mclaren - ln4

the winner of the mini series vote for my 300 follower special was lando, friends to lovers/mutual pining, angst/whatever. so born from that is y/n mclaren, the granddaughter of bruce mclaren, who may just have a huge crush on her driver and somehow literally everyone but lando knows.

wasted summers - op81

to try and solve your huge two decades old crush on your childhood best friend, you attempt to capture his love over the short summer break, with the help of F1 twitter and other racers. it goes about how you would expect.

gripped - ln4

Roxanne Powell's quick thinking on a film set saves Lando from serious injury, the moment making an unlikely connection between one of the top Formula One drivers who takes all the fame and glory for his team, and a girl whose work is hardly credited to herself. it takes seeing the other side to open your eyes.

more below (max n logan)

the one with the wedding - mv1

max grapples with the fact he's getting married on his wedding day. slightly inspired by friends and real weddings i've attended. luckily charles and daniel are there to ease his fears, and you end up having a picture perfect monaco wedding.

akin to a pride verse - 'i truly am my fathers child' - mv1

when brought to tears by ruthless bullying by reporters, reina snaps and hits a reporter out of fear, but the media claims its anger. with no other option, hana flies max to london help her daughter out of a depressive episode caused by reina realizing she's more like her father than she ever wants to be. its a conversation that makes max think back on his actions too.

drunk walk home verse - 'stalkers tango' - mv1

isaiah doesn't go away, not after max nearly shatters his nose. late night phone calls, text messages, and dms lead to a break in that terrifies you and the f1 world. luckily, you're away for the break in, but its not safe for you to return alone. don't worry though, max enlists the help of a few drivers to move all your stuff to his while you 'hunt for apartments.'

wing damage ch 2 - mv1

nadine struggles to accept the fact that she's single and alone in her now too big yet claustrophobic apartment. luckily for her, max is only a phone call away. and a few too many drinks lead to what is probably the stupidest decision for two newly single people who are hurting in their own rights.

meet cute, stay cute - ls2

logan keeps having meet-cutes with you throughout london, noticing the same thing each time, a book tucked under your arm. when you move in next door, he capitalizes on the opportunity to make this meet cute permanent by buying you romance books he's recommended by friends and twitter as a means of flirting.

out of the woods ch3 - ls2

dhanishka struggles to accept the fact that even her best performances can be deemed unfit, and the actions of herself when shes drunk. logan struggles to accept he may have cut things off early. charles needs more wine to deal with this.

go fins! - ls2

logan is only following one miami dolphins cheerleader, you. and you don't think its a big deal until he comes to visit to get an honorary helmet for the miami gp, and they have you give it to him. the clips circle for weeks, begging to know if you're dating the driver, and sometimes its more fun to make a rumor be true than to shut it down.

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indefinitely, forever ☆ okkotsu yuuta! [3/3]

okkotsu yuuta (post shibuya) x fem!reader click here for: part one | part two | part three - no spoilers from the manga, dwdw ;) - alternative universe where yuuta is an SCP? - [18+] three-part series, 10k+ words in total

(note: not proofread, expect grammar mistakes) warning: contains SMUT, reader is a virgin, yuuta is a bit OOC/has that gojo satoru influence, romance, happy ending but contains slight angst and comfort, 2nd person pov, reader swears like a sailor

Yuta rolls his eyes playfully at you, large hands toying with the hem of your shirt. It was unnatural just how touch-starved he was; the relentless need to touch you, any part of you, imprinted into the deepest parts of his soul somewhere. "So, do you want to continue?"

"Continue what?"

"Like, if you wanna fuck.. or something..."

"Huh?!" Now its your turn to be continuously shocked.

"O-Only if you want to!" Yuta insists, clamping a hand over his nose and lips out of embarrassment followed by his classic shy gaze to the side. He turns a shade of red you have never imagined anyone could turn to, but Okkotsu Yuta had always defied the impossible.

You've already lost your first kiss to the floor while being chased down by the same man you just made out with.

So would it truly hurt to just fuck him?

No, it wouldn't.

It wouldn't at all.

His eyes watch your every move. He has a bad habit of staring at people, you note. You pry the calloused fingers off his face and capture his lips in another kiss, this time sensual and passionate.

"Are you sure?" He asks, just before he returns the kiss.

"Stop talking and just fuck me already."

"Will do, ma'am." He teases, sealing your protests with his lips.

Yuta wastes no time in helping you discard your top off, trailing butterfly kisses from your mouth and down your neck. Strong arms rest on either side of your body, hands large than yours clasping over the back and holding you down. His kisses now felt ticklish and feverish, each leaving a scorch on your skin akin to summer heat.

Heat pools between your thighs. You weakly tug at his collar to let him know that you want to see him; just as he had showed off before. Yuta ends the butterfly trail at your sternum, right above your breasts. He stands upright and grins wickedly at you.

"So eager to see me?"

"Shut up, you were the one eager enough to strip for me."

"Mhm," Yuta grips the back collar and pulls it off of him, greeting you with an all-too familiar sight for your eyes to feast on. You can't help but stare at his torso. No one would know that such a strong build was lying beneath the soft material of your sweater. The uniform he had on earlier did nothing for his form as it covered everything your eyes had glory to rest on now. Your fingers yearn for contact; they ghost across thickened skin, hardened with muscle from years of training and killing. "I bet you enjoyed the show, didn't you? Since you sided with me because of my body."

"Don't listen to Maki!"

He giggles, taking your hand and kissing the back of it. You huff, but the sight of him leaning into your touch has you feeling all-forgiving.

"Sorry. Good thing nudity is allowed here."

You were about to protest yet again but he dampens your voice with the palm of his hand. With his other, he unclasps your bra and pushes the strap off each shoulder, leaving a kiss on them as he did.

"W-Wait..."

Yuta ignores your pleads this time, resuming the trail of kisses down to your breasts. Your body instinctively arches up when he plays with the buds on your right breast, watching how it hardens in the cold. He latches onto your left breast next, his hot tongue swirling around the swollen areola and flicking it upwards. Pleasure strummed through your body and you grabbed both his wrists to steady yourself. Soft moans leave your lips as Yuta's tongue works wonders, his other hand nipping the bud playfully.

"Oh, fuck." You wrap your legs around his waist, caging him to you. With your bodies pressed against each other you could feel the dig of his crotch on your clothed half. Not wanting to lose the battle, you started to rut your hips in tandem with his suckling on your breasts, an awkward position to be in but it worked given the heavy groans you were receiving from the man. "Oh, Yuta..."

Yuta hums, switching to your other breast. "Must I give this one some attention too?" He pinches the nub in his hand and licks it.

"Mhm..."

"Hm?"

"P-Please." You were in too deep to really formulate anything.

He's pleased with your answer and continues to suck on it, earning a damn near pornographic moan from you.

The tension hung heavy in the air, once-clear windows fogging up from the heat you were both sharing. One moan after another, he drank up the breathy praises, doing his absolute best to please you. "So good, please don't stop..." Not that he ever would. The taste of your skin was addicting to him, and he worshiped your body in ways words never could, pouring every inch of love he had in him to the way he pleasured you. His hands grab at every patch of skin he could cover, running them up and down your body, over and over again in a routine only he knows. Yuta meets your lips in another fiery kiss, fingers dancing ever-so-lightly over the waistband of your pajama shorts, as if waiting for your permission.

You deepen the kiss, a hand shifting through the soft tufts of his black hair and another resting on his broad shoulder. You swipe your tongue on his lower lip and he gives in, opening up, your tongue breaking through and exploring his mouth. His skin shivers to this, reacting sensitively even to the lightest of touches. He tastes of mild peppermint and a tad of coffee from the one you had given to him earlier. He folds into your play, hands finally slipping past the waistband and pulling your pants down. He's attentive as his large hands glide down your body, feeling the stretch marks on your hips and thighs; every inch of you a different texture that he liked.

He whines cutely when your lips leave his to steady your breath. "I can't do this, I need to taste you. I'll die if I don't."

"No one's stopping you, big boy."

The words went straight to his dick, already leaking with precum and uncomfortably tight in his pants. But he'll gladly cast his orgasm aside just for you to feel fully satisfied by him, being the gentleman that he is. He gives you a light peck and make quick work of your underwear, pulling it by the teeth and shoving them down to your ankles. He then pries your thighs further apart, catching sight of your glistening folds, already wet with arousal from earlier.

"Y-Yuta, don't stare like that." You attempt to close your thighs together. He shushes you, keeping them open.

His curiosity gets the better of him when his index finger traces down and up on your exposed cunt agonizingly slow, your body twitching in response to it. Your breaths turn shallow; airy and needy with every stroke he gives it. Yuta studies how your chest heaves every time his finger ghosts over your clit, and the slight tremor from your legs.

"Ever been eaten out before?"

"N-No. Why?"

"No reason."

"W-Wait.. you're not s-supposed to-!"

Your moans fill the apartment when he goes down on you. A starved man with a five-course meal ready at his service, tongue lapping up your juices. You're no longer sitting up now, your back against the cold surface with your thighs pressed on your chest. Your legs hang over his shoulders and Yuta grunts at the taste of you; nothing could ever live up to this. His guilty indulgence continues its ravage on your sweet cunt, the fingers in his hair tugging at its roots only egging him on as he devours you. Your clit begs for mercy from his sucking, swollen and red yet the pleasure comes in waves. Goosebumps prickle your skin, this time from a good cause. Tears threaten to spill from just how good he was eating you out, especially when his tongue starts entering you. Warm and languid, he pushes into your hole as far as he could with a finger rubbing on your clit.

"Oh- fuck, that feels so good, Yuta- please..."

His name on your lips was a devout prayer to him. In the moonlight, his eyes hint a shade of blue, fluttering open to watch you. Your head is tossed back, sweat beading across your forehead and your neck, hands no longer have the energy to grip his soft hair when he's propelling you fast towards your first orgasm. His fingers work magic on the tiny bud on your cunt, the little bundles of nerves jerking together once you feel the pressure reach a breaking point.

"W-Wait, feel funny like- mgh, like its-"

Orgasm rips through you hard and blindingly white; with the only indicator of it ever happening being the strangled sob that left your dry lips. Your body convulses, arching up and tensing, tears leaving the crevices of your eyelids. His tongue leaves you only when the trembling subsides. Yuta admires how cute your clit spasms from the overstimulation. Slick covers your cunt and inner thigh.

"Feel good?" Eyes heavy with lust search your face for signs of discomfort, relieved when you mumble a weak yes. He picks you up, cradling you in his arms, "Wanna taste yourself?"

You manage a single nod. Your lips meet in a slow kiss, tongue delving into each other's mouths again. There's a tinge of sweetness on him that wasn't there previously. The orgasm had left your eyes hazy and your mind in a fuzz; all you could really feel was the primal urge to just fuck him. Your body groans in misery from how empty you felt without him. Your free hand tugs on the band of his pants impatiently. He lets go of you, a string of saliva interconnected. He fumbles with his pants and throws it somewhere behind him. He’s left in his boxers and a visible bulge.

He’s beyond needy when you palm his entrapped cock.

"Yuta..." And you're begging for it too.

"I know, I know. So eager for me." He kisses the tips of your fingers and undresses himself, freeing his dick from the confines of his tight boxers. It springs up, lathered in his own precum, upright and demanding attention. It's just as pretty as you imagined, as beautiful as the man himself. "Do you want me to put it in you yet?"

"C-Can I try... uh..."

"Oh," He realizes with a smile, "You wanna have a taste?"

Your head bobs with determination. You've never had sex before, let alone given someone a sex-job of any kind. His right hand pumps on his length. He could easily be seven inches long, and you doubt that it's all he had to offer. Yuta pats your thigh, "You sure?"

"I've never given a blowjob before." You admitted.

"That's okay. I'll teach you."

With the assistance of his arms around you, you stood. He's taller than you by a few centimeters. You've watched enough porn to know that you'd have to kneel down to reach his height, but waited for his orders nonetheless. He puts both hands on your shoulders and pushes you down on your knees, as expected, before placing a thumb on your lips. "Open wide. And try to keep your teeth away."

You did as you're told, opening your mouth up.

"Pinch me hard if it hurts." You agree to the terms and Yuta takes a deep breath, sliding his dick into your mouth. It's warm and comforting, the image of it going down a forever memory. Just as you expected, he's bigger than what you've normally seen; you keep your teeth away and suck in a breath when it glides in, only choking a little when it hits the back of your throat. He stifled a moan, patting your head as a way to tell you that you're taking him well. "Oh fuck," It's odd to see him so tearful, "Your mouth's so.. ah.. warm."

Doe eyes stare up at him, waiting for a move.

"Y-Yeah," He swallows, "You can move now."

With closed eyes you start to bob your head at a slow pace, testing the waters first. The hand on your head forms into a gripping fist, the other holding onto the counter edge for stability. Yuta's breathing heavily, trying his best to stay still for you. Now that you've orally memorized his length, you started to speed up at a constant space, letting your right hand rest on his thigh and the other pumping him up. The entirety of him wouldn't fit you just yet. For some reason, the sounds he’s making caused your cunt to throb even deeper with need.

"Slow down.. Hah..." His voice is raw and deep.

You could feel him harden inside. You suck in your cheeks as much as you could, vacuuming all space for a tighter hold on his dick.

"O-Oh, fuck.. fuck..." This has him hunching over, and panting like the bitch in heat he is, "I-Is this really your first.. ah.. time..?"

You swirl your tongue up to the tip and free his dick with a pop. The absence of his cock left your throat scratchy and your voice similar to sandpaper. You drag your tongue up from the base, following a protruding vein. Yuta whimpers at the sensation pathetically, wanting more albeit also wanting you to be in control. The momentum of his orgasm came crashing down.

"Do I really suck dick that good?"

You attempt to blow the strands of hair sticking to your face.

Tender fingers rake the strands away in a voiceless reply, tucking them behind your ear. Rather, he picks you up for the umpteenth time that day, letting your legs wrap around him once more- and sets you back down on the sofa. The sofa dips down when he kneels on the edge, forcing your thighs apart for the second time. He puts his middle and ring finger in his mouth, coating them in his saliva all while looking at you. Something changed in the way he looked at you.

A tad bit deranged.

Like if he didn't fuck you now he was going to really die.

"Honestly, it made me want you all to myself." He confesses, slipping his middle finger into you. You squeak at his admission, cheeks flushing redder. Your walls stretch around the digit, pulsing and coming alive, a gasp aloud at the sudden intrusion. It wasn't unwelcomed - feels uncomfortable and good at the same time. You've masturbated a couple times before with the same two fingers, but this just felt different. Something about the texture of his hands and how he curls it deep inside took your breath away. He pushes it in, slow and controlled, letting you adjust to his one finger alone. "Think you can handle two for me?"

"That's just one?!"

"I'm bigger than that." Yuta muses, watching you squirm slightly around his finger. It would be too painful for you to take him head-on, considering his size. With god-like patience, he retracts his finger only to slide it back in again repeatedly, widening the hole.

"O-Okay. You can put another one in-"

Tight. So tight.

So tight that you had to hold your breath. The ring that you never noticed was now submerged deep in you too. It's cool unlike the snugness of your vagina. "Y-You're married???"

The man laughs in response, "I wouldn't call it married."

"So I'm screwing with someone else's lover????"

"No, you’re screwing with your lover."

Ooooooh and do his words melt your heart. Red adds to the pink already charming your cheeks and you look away. "Womanizer."

Yuta chuckles, "You'd be the second person to tell me that." If it wasn't for him moving without your orders you would've forgotten that he had your fingers in you. Your slick walls had accommodated them so perfectly he wondered if you were actually meant for him. He scissors his fingers apart, trying to get your walls to stretch even further. Deep within your walls, he starts to pump and curl on the spongy patch embedded on the upper side of your vagina.

He hits it again and again, and each time makes you even wetter than before. He barrels you towards your second orgasm, drinking up the view of your sweaty body twitching when it explodes. You spasm underneath him, mouth open to let out a silent scream.

His fingers leave you with a squelch.

He licks them off. If Yuta could rate you as a meal, he'd give you 6 stars and a Golden Prize Award for Best Pussy. That's just how good you tasted to the boy. He’s handsy again, hands traveling across your body while his cock spreads your folds, feeling you underneath.

“Are you sure you want this raw?”

Your half-lidded eyes bat at him, "Shut up and fuck me."

Amusement glinted in his eyes, “Sorry.” He apologizes mockingly, tone far from apologetic. Yuta takes one last look at you for time’s sake and enters you, pausing when his tip fully breached the inside. It’s barely all of him and it has the butterflies in your stomach taking flight. He pushes the rest of him into you meticulously, afraid of breaking you.

Dull pain shot through you when he broke through, “W-Wait!”

“Are you okay?” He stops, hair matted to his forehead. He’s itching to move so badly with how warm you were hugging his cock. Tears filled up your eyes from how it stinged, but you didn’t want him out. You raise a hand and he understands, granting you some time to get used to his full length. He’s inside you entirely to the hilt, pressing against your womb.

Yuta Okkotsu and his impossibly big dick be damned.

“I-I’m okay now.” He’s on cloud fucking nine the way you squeezed him.

“How do you want it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Let me know if it hurts then. Safe word’s Okkotsu.” Yuta crawls forward and cages your head between his forearms, sharing the same breath you do. Being in charge turned him cocky, a 180° difference from the shy, timid person so worried for you not long ago. You raise a brow at him, and he raises a brow back at you. “Unless you plan on screaming that name of mine too.”

“H-Hey!”

He turns a deaf ear to your stammering, shifting your legs on his shoulder. You feel his dick slide in slightly further and the impatience brimming from him, “I’ll move now.”

Yuta pulls out his length.

Then he slams it back with full force, knocking the wind out of you.

You yelp, followed by a groan, which soon turned into chains of moaning from how hard he was rutting in you. He isn’t quiet by any means either, groaning and grunting equally loud in your ear while he fucks irrationally fast into you. Pain turns to pleasure, the same way your moans turn into high-pitched prayers of his name, saliva drooling from the edge of your lips and eyelashes damp from your tears. Dirty praises drip from his ever-loving lips with every second he spends rough-fucking you. It hits the same spot each time without fail, building up your release. The couch creaks repeatedly, and it would be to no one’s surprise if you had to replace it.

Unlike the kiss you first shared with him, his lips are ruthless- now serving as a way to effectively shut you up. He adored your fingers; how small they were compared to his, now groaning at how they feel scraping down his body, red marks littering his back. He loved how you detested him in the early hours of meeting him and how easily you succumbed to him now, a moaning mess of his own doing. He reveled in the way your body accepted him so easily at the first touch, second, third and the ones you share with him right now.

He absolutely,

truly,

devastatingly,

loved you.

You babble incoherent words, so cockdrunk that the only word he could make out was his name in begging. “Yuta Yuta Yuta-” His hands move to grip your waist for better control. Your folds wrapped so perfectly around his dick that he found it exceedingly difficult to move out each time; every millisecond out of it made him pound back in twice as hard. He aches for more: more of the sex, more of your touch, more of your moans, and more of his name out your mouth.

If he could spend every second of his life devoted to you, he truly would. Whatever energy lost in the heat of the moment was reclaimed by the sounds you made for him. Yuta buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the faint smell of your vanilla shampoo he too shared. Your skin was so soft unlike his, how could it be? You were both human, but you were the perfection he wished he was and he felt blessed to lay even a single finger on you. The pinnacle of God’s creation, laid all bare and fucked out for his infatuated eyes to obsess.

He could feel his orgasm approaching anytime soon.

Yuta bites into you hard enough to draw blood.

“I-It h-hurts…” You choke on your own words, sobbing under his mercy.

“You’re taking it.. hah, so…. well for me, aren’t.. you?” He cooes at you between breaths, kitten licking the spot to soothe your crying. He couldn’t resist the urge to mark you up, your pussy swallowing him deep so much that he’s utterly pussydrunk, only obsessed with the thought of you. How could he, when you’re so perfect and obedient to him? He owed you your life, and he’s fucking you so good that the hands on your waist would inevitably bruise you. His tongue readies another spot by your shoulder; sinking his teeth in once more and lapping up the blood that emerged from within.

“Oh yes, yes- yes - yes yes yes - oh! yes yes - yes-”

It wouldn’t matter if he hurt you, he’d heal you right up.

But why would he?

You looked so much better this way, under his mercy.

He slows down to a constant pace to check his work on you. A masterpiece of purple and blue, on show for everyone to see if your shirt were to uncover enough. Satisfied, he kisses the lobe of your ear, sighing when your moans turn a pitch higher when he nibbles on it.

“Look at you,” He’s as breathless as you are. “Taking me so well.”

His free hand finds its way back on your clit, stroking it in conjunction with the snap of his hips against yours. You’re reaching your third breaking point of the night- evident from the way your toes curl and the tremor in your legs.

“I-I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum…!”

“Y-Yeah? Me too.” He collects your weakened arms and pins them above you, fucking at the same pace. His eyes marvel in the sight of your fucked out expression, pupils blown absolutely wide, your mouth hanging open singing broken moans for him. A drug to remember; to indulge in forever, tucked into the craters of his mind. “Cum with me, pretty.”

“C-Coming!”

He pulls out just as your orgasm washes over you. Yuta places a hand over your mouth as you scream into it from the onslaught of pleasure running through your veins, bringing you close to the brink of unconsciousness. Your vision turns blurry; it took you time to realize that Yuta had come on you. Ropes of cum landed on your abdomen the same time you did, sultry and dense in white.

For a minute or so you both stayed in your positions, letting consciousness and rationality take over.

Exhaustion quickly befalls the two of you. You turn to the side and Yuta collapses next to you, flinging a protective arm around you. Now you’re locking eyes with each other, face-to-face, both completely stark naked. You wriggle your arm between your bodies to cup his cheek in your hand, admiring how good he looked all sweaty and tired.

He was the first to break the silence, “Do you forgive me?”

You wipe the edge of his lips, stained with lipstick.

“Yeah I do.”

He takes your hand and kisses the knuckles he had healed for you.

“Thank you.”

Aftercare and dinner could wait. The air stills into comfortable silence. It’s early December. The snow outside compels you both to rest, a gentle lullaby sung by the warmth that enveloped you two. Yuta strokes a reassuring thumb over your knuckles, a silent but sure promise to keep you safe. His dark eyes hold a newfound meaning now that you’ve given him your all.

You both share a soft smile, new to this chapter.

Soon you found yourself drifting off in the mess of your bodies entangled together.

Indefinitely, forever.

THE END LOL FUCKING FINALLY IM DONE I HOPE U ENJOYED emuach emuach uHHHHHH ©demigodickrider / aftercare link

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princesssarisa · 4 months

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One of the most fascinating pieces of movie analysis I've ever read is J.B. Kaufman's thesis of the "two different Snow Whites" in Disney's Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.

He writes about this in both of his two books on the making of the movie, The Fairest One of All and its companion piece Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs: The Art and Creation. His argument is that Snow White's two leading animators, Hamilton Luske and Grim Natwick, each gave Snow White a slightly different personality when they drew her. A close look at the movie, and knowledge of who animated which moments, reveals subtle differences in Snow White's expressions and body language. Luske, her head animator who handled the majority of her scenes, portrayed her as a more purely innocent, childlike character, while Natwick, the creator of Betty Boop, gave her a little more maturity, sophistication, and sauciness.

You can see the difference, for example, when comparing her girlish interactions with the animals in "With a Smile and a Song" and "Whistle While You Work" (animated by Luske) to her flirtatious smiling at the Prince from the balcony, or her "mothering" of the dwarfs as she examines their dirty hands (animated by Natwick). Or her responses to Grumpy in the scene before the Washing Song: as she asks "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" she looks at him with a devilish grin (Natwick), but then when he sticks out his tongue at her, she reacts with the most wide-eyed, girlish shock (Luske).

Now, I don't know if these two men really held different views of Snow White's character, or if it just worked out that Luske drew Snow White's more innocent scenes while Natwick was assigned her more grown-up moments. But either way, Kaufman argues that this "tension," the movie's constant push-and-pull between "Snow White as a wide-eyed innocent girl" and "Snow White as a self-assured young woman," makes her an especially interesting Disney Princess. I tend to agree, especially because, miraculously, there's no sense of inconsistency in her character. She comes across as a young girl on the verge of womanhood, who naturally can still be naïve and childlike in some ways, but more grown-up and clever in others.

This thesis makes me wonder if certain "tensions" in other movies are the result of different viewpoints within the creative team.

For example, in Beauty and the Beast.

Linda Woolverton has often talked about her feminist goals in writing Belle's character, which sometimes clashed with her collaborators' visions of Belle as a more traditional fairy tale heroine. It just might have been those clashing viewpoints that created the dichotomy in Belle that I personally think makes her interesting. On the one hand, she's a strong-willed misfit rebel, partly inspired by Jo March in Little Women and by Katharine Hepburn's screwball comedy heroines, who longs for adventure, isn't looking for romance until she unexpectedly finds it, stands up to men (and beasts) who abuse their power, and refuses to let anyone dominate her. On the other hand, she's a sensitive dreamer with delicate beauty and balletic grace, who wears pretty, ladylike dresses, adores fairy tales and love stories, and is sweet, nurturing, and almost motherly to her friends and loved ones. Yet somehow these two sides of her character co-exist with no sense of inconsistency between them.

There's also the dichotomy between the two different views of the Beast that the movie seems to present at once. On the one hand, there's the Beast as an unseemly brute, who's beastly form is both a just punishment for his flawed character and an outward symbol of it, and who needs to be "tamed" into proper "human" behavior, culminating in his physically turning human again. On the other hand, there's the Beast as a suffering, self-loathing outcast, unfairly hated, feared, and dehumanized, whose plight under the spell can easily be read as an AIDS allegory, and who needs to be accepted and loved as he is. I suspect that this also stems from different goals and viewpoints in the creative team. (For example, Howard Ashman's clash with the directors over whether the Prince should be a child or a man in the prologue – the former would have made him more "tragic" but the latter makes his punishment more "fair.")

I'd like to read an analysis of these "tensions" similar to Kaufman's analysis of the "two different Snow Whites."

#disney #snow white and the seven dwarfs #snow white #j.b. kaufman #beauty and the beast #belle #the beast #animated film #analysis #characterization #dichotomy

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Hello again, this is the second part of TFA Bumblebee's twin sibling.

Buddy also become fascinated by earth and, because of that, Prowl invites them to come watch the animals with him and learn more about earth's nature.

During that time Prowl and Buddy get to know each other better, they end up getting closer to the point Buddy's crush on Prowl goes from tiny to big.

Buddy's ends up getting more quiet and shy around Prowl because they don't know what to with those feelings.

Unknow to them, Prowl also returns those feelings.

Bumblebee starts teasing Buddy the moment he finds out they have a crush on Prowl.

Because, come on, he is their brother, it's basically his duty to embarrass them.

Bumblebee: I can't believe it, your first crush and is on the most boring bot ever.

Buddy: Oh, shut up!

But when he finds out Prowl also has a crush on his twin?

He becomes the "what are your intentions with my sibling" protective brother real quick and gives Prowl the shovel talk.

Is it because he thinks Prowl isn't good enough for his sibling? Not really, is mostly because he feels that it's his responsibility as Buddy's brother to act like this.

In the end, Bumblebee gives Prowl his approval to date his sibling and Prowl promises to Bumblebee that he will protect Buddy.

All righty! Part 2 of the last request!

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy who's Bumblebee's twin with a crush on Prowl

SFW, Platonic, Romance, Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFA

The longer the team stayed on Earth the more Buddy fell in love with the planet.

From its people.

To the animals

To the plants.

It was so new and fresh, defiantly nothing that was on Cybertron.

They did miss Cybertron every now and then, but Earth was slowly becoming their new home.

Buddy and Sari had especially gotten close.

Buddy felt that they did owe Sari a bit, but it was mostly because they really did like Sari.

Buddy and Sari coming back to the base.

“And where were you two?”--Bumblebee

“We went to go see the new duck pond in the park.”--Buddy

Sari nodding.

“Yeah, and we got to feed them too.”--Sari

Sari and Buddy laugh a bit.

“Remember when that duck flew straight into your chassis?”--Sari

Buddy smiling widely.

“Only because you forgot to take the feed out! I still got feathers in me.”--Buddy

“Anyways, Sari I got the game set up—”--Bumblebee

“Not now Bumblebee. I’m gonna help Buddy paint their room.”--Sari

“Why? I’m much more fun than pain—and they left. Great…”--Bumblebee

Bulkhead sat next to him, patting his helm.

“It’s okay little buddy—”--Bulkhead

“I’m not that little!”--Bumblebee

Bee isn’t jealous.

He is very much.

He ends up nudging Buddy into hanging out with the team more so he can have more time to play with Sari.

This indirectly caused Buddy to start hanging out more with Prowl.

The two having a love for the organic nature of this planet often went outside of the plant to go look around.

It became their thing.

Buddy stumbled out of their room and running to the main room where Prowl was waiting for them.

“Sorry I’m late! I think Bumblebee mess up with my alarm’s.”--Buddy

Prowl chuckles a bit.

“No problem.”--Prowl

“I really thought you already left to the park by now. Why’d you wait?”--Buddy

Prowl stiffens a bit.

“You know more about the birds than I do.”--Prowl

“So that’s the only reason?”--Buddy

Prowl nervous sweats a bit before transforming.

“Shall we?”--Prowl

Buddy smiles at him and transforms.

“Ready when you are.”--Buddy

They never thought too hard about what was going on between them and Prowl. They were best friends, nothing more.

Right?

Best friends hung around each other all the time.

Best friends had sleepovers in each other’s rooms.

Best friends held servos sometimes.

Best friends sometimes felt a pounding in their chassis whenever the other was around.

Bets friends worried a lot about the others’ safety.

Best friends would take a blast to the chassis for the other.

Best friends would stare at each other for long periods of time.

Best friends often thought about each other when they slept—

Oh no…

They knew well this wasn’t some temporary thing.

They liked Prowl.

They really liked Prowl.

They needed to tell someone this.

And granted this was definitely not their best idea…

Buddy sitting with Bumblebee and Sari.

“So why do we have be here? Why not in the main room?”--Bumblebee

“Because I need to tell you guys something…”--Buddy

“And that’s something you can’t tell the team? Well, I’m all in for it! What is it?”--Bumblebee

“I…I…I like Prowl.”--Buddy

Buddy squints their optics shut not wanting to see their reactions.

Silence

“YYYYEEEEEEEE!”--Sari

Buddy quickly covers Sari’s mouth.

“Are trying to let the others know?!”--Buddy

“I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!”--Sari

“Wait what?”--Buddy

Sari giving them a smug look.

“I knew it from the first week you liked Prowl. I’ve been shipping you guys since.”-Sari

“Shipping? Never mind.”--Buddy

Buddy looks at their twin nervously.

“Well?”--Buddy

Bumblebee busts out laughing.

“Nice one Buddy! But leave the pranks to me. We both know I’m better.”--Bumblebee

“Bumblebee, they’re not kidding.”--Sari

Bumblebee looks at his twin and then realizes their seriousness.

“Really? Prowl? Out of all the bots—you just had to pick the most boring bot in this side of the system.”--Bumblebee

“Hey! He is not boring!”--Buddy

“Buddy’s right.”--Bulkhead

Bulkhead is leaning a bit on the doorframe.

“Thank you, Bulkhead.”--Buddy

Silence.

“Bulkhead! What are you doing here!?”--Buddy

“We heard Sari scream and came in and…”--Bulkhead

“Excuse me did you say ‘we’?”--Buddy

Bulkhead moves a bit revealing Ratchet and Optimus.

Buddy looks like they are going to faint.

“…How much did you hear?”--Buddy

“About the stuff we already knew?”--Ratchet

Buddy buries their face in their servos.

“At least Prowl did hear you.”--Bulkhead

“I didn’t hear about what?”--Prowl

CRASH!

THUD!

Buddy had sprung out of the window of their room and landed hard on the ground outside.

Everyone moved towards the window.

Buddy is laying eagle spread outside on the slightly cracked pavement.

“…Sari—”--Optimus

“On my way.”--Sari

Apparently, everyone knew, except about their crush except Prowl himself.

Observant their tailpipe.

The rest of the team managed to get Prowl out of the base for a bit to talk more to Buddy about their crush on the Cyberninja.

There are a lot of mix comments on how to woo or confess to Prowl.

Bee kind of doesn’t care too much about it.

He thinks that all of this is a bit much preparation for something that could fade away in a couple of weeks.

…That was until Bee found about Prowl’s little secret.

Bumblebee hiding behind Prowl’s tree ready to spook him for once.

Prowl comes in slightly pacing, clearly frustrated and nervous.

Bee stops a bit wondering what is happening to his friend.

“Come one Prowl! How hard is it to form a simple sentence. Why can’t you just say it.”--Prowl

Prowl stops a bit trying to regain his composure.

“Okay let’s see… Buddy, I like you. No that’s too straight forward. Buddy… ever since we met, I feel a special connection to you that I can only describe as affection. No… still not right. Hey Buddy, would you like to go out with me?”--Prowl

Bumblebee jumping from behind the tree.

“You like Buddy!”--Bumblebee

Prowl jumping already taking out his weapon when he realizes who it is.

“Bumblebee! What are you doing here!”--Prowl

“You. Like. Buddy.”--Bumblebee

Prowl freezes a bit.

“How much—”--Prowl

“I heard all of the horrible ways that your trying to ask them out.”--Bumblebee

“…”--Prowl

Prowl sits on his berth with both servos on his face groaning.

Bumblebee walks in front of him with both of his servos on his hips.

“Okay Prowl, do you really like them?”--Bumblebee

Prowl removes his servos from his face.

“Of course I do.”--Prowl

“Meaning that you want to make them happy. Like the happiest bot in this world.”--Bumblebee

Prowl nodding.

“And wanting to protect them from any danger or Decepticon we ever come across?”--Bumblebee

“Yes, I would protect them with my spark.”--Prowl

Bumblebee stands still like he is thinking.

“I guess I approve then.”--Bumblebee

Prowl looking at him dumbfounded.

“Wait what? What do you mean?”--Prowl

“It means I approve you and Buddy getting together, duh.”--Bumblebee

��I…I would have thought you wouldn’t like us being together, at all.”--Prowl

“I don’t like the idea of my twin dating anyone, but I guess if you do what you said you were going to do, then I’m fine with it.”--Bumblebee

Prowl looking a bit hopeful.

“Thank you.”--Prowl

Bumblebee waving his servo.

“Yeah, yeah, now go work on those pick-up lines and confessions. Only the Allspark knows why they like you.”--Bumblebee

“They what?”--Prowl

Bumblebee’s optics widen at the mistake, while Prowl’s widen in happiness.

“Ummm… what? I didn’t say anything!”--Bumblebee

“…”--Prowl

“Prowl?”--Bumblebee

“…”--Prowl

“Sari! I think I broke Prowl!”--Bumblebee

Prowl ended up confessing to Buddy later that week in front of the tree in his room under the full moon light.

He did think about doing it better in the park, but he didn’t want to risk something bad happening, and his room was the best place he could think of that also held significant value to the pair.

As a bonus, the team would be out on patrol while he would gather the nerves to confess.

The team returning from patrol.

“Remind me why Prowl couldn’t come today?”--Bumblebee

“He said he needed to do something and needed Buddy’s help with it.”--Optimus

“Hmmm. Wonder what that—”--Bulkhead

Bulkhead stops in the middle of the way.

“Bulkhead what are you—Oh.”--Ratchet

“What ‘oh’? What is—Oh. Oh!”--Optimus

“All right move it we can’t see!”--Bumblebee

Bumblebee and Sari move to the front to see what was going on.

On the sofa Prowl was sitting next to Buddy.

Buddy’s helm was resting on Prowl’s chassis as his arm went around their body, pulling them into a hug.

All while watching a nature documentary.

“HEY! NO KISSING!”--Bumblebee

Both bots jump up at the sudden noise.

“Bumblebee!”--Buddy

Buddy begins to chase their twin around the base feeling like their entire face was on fire.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”--Ratchet

Prowl sighs as Buddy manages to tackle Bee down.

“Wouldn’t have them any other way.”--Prowl

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfa x reader #tfa x platonic reader #tfa optimus prime #tfa bumblebee #tfa bulkhead #tfa ratchet #tfa sari #tfa prowl #tfa prowl x reader

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trulybetty · 7 months

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oct x 11 - pumpkin spice

Prompt: pumpkin spice Pairing: marcus pike x f!Reader Word Count: 3,366 Warnings: this is somewhat au? I don't know how to describe it - but honestly, outside the mentions of food, just introductions to our characters 💕 Summary: maplewood, a small town nestled in northern bc where people flock to see the changing blossom trees and celebrate the fall season. after losing your job you find yourself a part of the community which includes the towns baker who left a less than stellar impression on you. AO3: Linked

A/N: this is a departure for me, this is going to be all sickly sweet and sticky sweetness - made a teeny tiny dash of angst? This will be told in three parts through the month, no promise on when the next part will be posted - but keep an eye out. Please let me know what you think, I'd love to hear it!

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Something Sweet, This Way Comes Part I | Pumpkin Spice

Maplewood was a small town nestled deep in the heart of British Columbia Canada, the crisp autumn air brought a sense of enchantment. The maple leaves painted the streets with vibrant shades of red and orange, and the town buzzed with anticipation for Halloween.

At the hub of it all was Maple Delights, a mainstay of the small town that had changed owners only three years ago. Before that Marcus Pike had left the FBI’s art division on the heels of lost love and disillusions for the career he once loved. Everyone always assumed he was a dab hand with creative pursuits when he would tell them he worked in the bureaus art department. And while he had studied art at college, it had been in art history. Truth was he couldn’t paint anything worth posting further than the front of the fridge, but baking on the other hand, was a hidden talent he’d always exceeded in.

So when a late night social media scroll after handing in his notice brought him to an article on the small town of Maplewood being a hidden gem in the Northern Canadian mountains. Over the following days he’d drifted back to the article several times before a Google search brought him to the small town’s website.

Then it wasn’t too much of a stretch to click on the link for the modest page of properties both for sale and rent, curiosity baiting him, only to find the town’s historic bakery up for sale.

Dashing any thoughts out of his head he’d closed his laptop with a shake of his head, it was an absurd idea. He was an early retiree of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, he had no business entertaining the idea of purchasing a bakery, let alone one in seemingly the middle of nowhere Canada.

But between the calls from friends and family checking in on him with the news of his departure from the job he once dearly loved and the end of the whirlwind romance that he’d thought was the one, he found himself late each night scrolling mindlessly, glass of wine in one hand, phone in the other, back looking at the town of Maplewood.

He did have a sizable nest egg, he owned his apartment which was now in what was considered a trendy part of town and worth a lot more than when he first purchased it.

He wasn’t entirely sure what possessed him two nights later to email the town's realtor, but within the month he was the proud owner of Maple Delights and all its contents and was packing up the contents of his modest apartment and heading north.

The previous owner had passed, with adult grandchildren who lived far away in various places across the country, and who had no interest in a historic bakery in the middle of nowhere; it had been left with no choice to go up for sale by the estate.

It had taken some modernization, not so easy a feat in the far north of BC where the local hardware store was a mom and pops situation and the nearest Home Depot was three hours away, but Marcus had made it work with help from a local contractor who’d enjoyed the challenge.

The facade had undergone a drastic change too, much to the chagrin of some locals. But when it was revealed to be a homage to its original exterior, when it was first opened, there had been actual tears at the results.

The front of the store was made up of a large window and wooden framing. In cursive the bakeries name was painted across the glass. At the front were planters at the wooden windowsill, filled with roses of various shades of pinks and whites. The climbing ivy had been stripped away to allow the brick underneath to stand out, making the white frames pop all the more.

It truly was a delight to see.

Surprisingly it didn’t take long after that for Marcus to win over the town. With his natural ability for baking and his charm, he won over any naysayers to the outsider in their town quite quickly and was soon a beloved member of the community.

Your journey to Maplewood however, was nearly not as charming.

It was a gloomy Tuesday morning when you received the email that would change the course of your life. As you sipped your coffee and stared at the screen, disbelief washed over you. The subject line was blunt and to the point: ‘Termination of Employment.’

You opened the email and read the cold, corporate language that informed you of the company's decision to downsize. Your position had been eliminated, effective immediately. There was no room for negotiation, no farewell party, just a stark message informing you that your services were no longer required.

You had worked at the job for who knows how long, because it felt like forever.

In the days that followed, you wrestled with the uncertainty of your future. You tried reaching out to your network, searching for new job opportunities in Toronto, but the job market was tough, and the competition was fierce. The bills kept piling up, and you felt the weight of financial insecurity pressing down on you.

It was one of those nights where you were texting with your friend Libby, a long time resident of Maplewood after she gave up the rat race to open a bookstore in the small town years ago. That she extended an offer that was too sweet to refuse. End your rental agreement and come up north and spend some time in the great outdoors and figure out what you want to do next.

With no other choices coming your way, you did just that.

That was three months ago.

As the days passed, you found yourself slowly adjusting to the laid-back lifestyle of Maplewood. Gone were the stresses of city life and the constant pressure to perform at your job. Instead, you spent your mornings sipping coffee in Libby's apartment above the bookstore and spent the rest of your day either helping out in the store or taking a stroll around town to take in all the unique sights that Maplewood had to offer.

Black Cat Books was wall to ceiling bookshelves and every manageable space was filled with books. It was a labyrinth, but Libby could stride through it like she was born into its midst. But ask Libby where any particular title resided? You'd find that she knew exactly how many steps it took to get there.

Libby placed another book on the shelf behind her, “He’s really not all that bad.”

You sneered, “I don’t know why this whole town is obsessed with him.”

“Says the woman who is watching him from across the street and has been for the last hour.” Libby remarked, punctuated by a disbelieving look over the top of her glasses.

“I can’t help if the bakery is straight across the street,” she raised an equally disbelieving eyebrow at you, she didn't believe a word you were saying “and it’s his bakery, of course he’d be there.” you finished, crossing your arms across your chest refusing to make eye contact.

“Sure,” she dragged out her response, “whatever you say.”

You had been in Maplewood for a week when you'd run into Marcus, quite literally run into him. Crossing the main square, you may not have been paying attention, focusing on refreshing your email for leads on work as he had been stepping up onto the sidewalk, his arms full of bakery boxes obscuring his view.

“Watch where you're going much?!” You'd exclaimed, hands on your hips and glaring at him.

He'd looked up from the ground, his hands filled with ruined boxes, eyes narrowed. “Me? How could you miss me?”

“Well if you had been watching where you were going.” You countered.

He was about to launch into another tirade when he glanced at his watch. Stifling a curse he ran a hand through his hair before speaking, his voice low and gruff. “I haven't got time for this.”

With that he quickly gathered the last of the boxes and stomped off in the direction of the bakery. Your first encounter with the town's beloved baker had left nothing but a sour taste in your mouth.

Since then, you'd avoided any and all interactions with the man and fought rolling your eyes when people would speak so highly of the American who had made Maplewood his home. After all, he was the one responsible for bringing more business to Maplewood through word-of-mouth of his creations.

“Look,” Libby pointed at the sandwich board propped outside the shop, “today’s special is pumpkin spice scones, how about you go get us some and a couple of coffees?” she suggested as she pulled some money from her purse she kept under the counter.

You rolled your eyes but still took the money, guy was questionable, but his scones were to die for. Not that you would admit it to anyone.

A quick look both ways you dashed across the street. It was the start of October, a busy month for the town. Tourists would flock in to see the changing colours of the cherry blossom trees that lined both sides of the main street that led up to the town's main square outside city hall.

The weather was getting colder, and even though it was literally steps from Black Cat Books, you'd wished you'd grabbed your toque and scarf. But before you could think more about it you were outside the bakery.

The window took up most of the front of the store, vintage lettering spelling out the bakery's name Maple Delights painted across the pane. The roses that usually filled the planter boxes outside were filled with an abundance of pumpkins of various colours and sizes. Halloween decorations filled the spaces between cake stands and trays of seasonal goods punctuated by decadent cakes decorated with tiny ghosts and ghouls.

The shop bell rang as you opened the door, the bakery was cozy and inviting with its high ceilings and hardwood floors. The smell of freshly baked bread and sugar, mingled with the spiciness of cinnamon and pumpkin spice – classic scents of fall that permeated the air making your mouth water.

A bright eyed Sarah, with a book open in front of her behind the counter called out your name, “Hey there! What can I get for you today?”

You smiled and made your way to the counter eyeing the vintage blackboard that took up most of the wall behind it. The chalk sketch confirmed that today's special was pumpkin scones, “I'll take two pumpkin spice scones and two lattes, extra hot please.”

Sarah nodded as she began preparing the order. She had been working at the bakery after school and the weekends since she turned sixteen at the start of the summer. You knew this because she got paid every Friday and would dart straight across to Black Cat Books to pick a new book bringing with her treats from the bakery.

“You should try the apple cider doughnuts!” she exclaimed as she boxed up two large scones.

“That so?” You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her recommendation.

“Uh huh,” Sarah replied with a grin, “Marcus dipped them in a cinnamon maple glaze this time,” she added with a little groan of appreciation, “they're so good, and there's only just a few left.” Her eyes sparkled mischievously as if she were tempting you.

You couldn't help but smile at her infectious enthusiasm. “Well, with that kind of endorsement, why not. Throw a couple in too.”

As you waited for your order and made small talk with Sarah, you took a moment to look around the store. It was late afternoon, and the warm, soft glow of the autumn sun streamed through the window, casting a gentle light on the displays. The shelves, while not as full as they might be in the morning, still held an array of intricate desserts. More decorations of fake cobwebs, pumpkins, and ghosts adorned the shelves and countertops, adding to the bakery's seasonal charm.

In the background, the back of the bakery was open to the kitchen out back. The stainless steel counters gleamed in the soft light, and the usual cacophony of mixers that lined the back wall was silent for the moment. It was a rare sight, given the bakery's reputation for bustling activity, especially in the weeks leading up to Halloween.

Just then, a door swung open at the back, and Marcus emerged, his presence commanding attention. He was dressed in a deep orange flannel shirt, which seemed to accentuate the rich colors of the fall season. His tousled curled hair always gave the impression that he had just woken up from a nap, yet it added an effortlessly charming quality to his appearance. His patchy facial hair, seemingly ever-present, only added to his rugged charm.

You couldn't help but curse silently under your breath. Despite having no time for the man, there was no denying he was just as attractive as the sweet treats he created. It seemed as though every time you crossed paths, he had a knack for appearing more alluring.

“Hey Sarah,” he greeted the teen, “I can finish this up for you, I don't want you to miss the committee meeting for the trick or treat parade.” he said, referencing the penultimate celebration of the town's October celebrations.

Sarah's face lit up as she started to untie her apron, “Thanks, Marcus. You're a lifesaver.”

As Marcus took over your order, Sarah excused herself, heading towards the exit. Her parting words were aimed at both you and Marcus. “See you later!”

With Sarah's departure, an awkward silence settled between you and Marcus. The air seemed to crackle with the unspoken tension that had been building for weeks.

“Looks like you're stuck with me for a while,” Marcus remarked, breaking the silence with a wry smile. His tone was light, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes, an undercurrent of amusement at the situation.

You nodded in reluctant agreement, realizing that there was no escape from this moment. “Seems that way,” you replied.

Marcus busied himself with finishing up your order, his hands deftly manoeuvring around cups and saucers. He poured the lattes into to-go cups before adding the last dollop of whipped cream to a pumpkin spice latte. The warm, spicy scent filled the air, mixing with the sweet aroma of freshly baked goods.

As he reached out to pass you the tray of drinks and the bag filled with baked treats, your hands brushed against each other. Time seemed to slow, the atmosphere tingling with a spark that neither of you had felt before. It was a fleeting touch, but it was enough to send a shiver down your spine, making you suddenly aware of the space between you.

Marcus cleared his throat. “I, uh, put a cranberry muffin in there. For Libby. I know they're her favourite.”

You blinked, a little thrown off by the unexpected kindness. “That's very thoughtful of you.” You reached for your purse, ready to pay for the order, “How much is it?” you asked, but Marcus waved you off.

Marcus shook his head, grinning slightly. “It's on the house. Consider it a thank-you to Libby for watching the store the other week.”

“Thank you,” you finally said, struggling to find the right words. “That's... that's very kind of you.”

Marcus shrugged, his gaze meeting yours for just a second longer than necessary. “It's what neighbours do, right?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I suppose it is.”

The bell above the door jingled, breaking the moment as more customers entered the bakery, kids trailing behind their parents, all excited for Halloween goodies. You picked up the tray and bag, suddenly aware that you had to leave, but not quite ready to break the newfound connection.

“I'll see you around?” Marcus asked, with maybe a note of hopeful uncertainty in his voice, you weren’t sure.

You smiled despite yourself, “Maybe,” you replied as you raised your now full hands in an attempt at a wave.

Marcus was about to answer when the bakery's new patrons diverted his attention and you took the opportunity to leave, your head suddenly full of conflicting feelings for the man.

Exiting out onto the street, you couldn't help but inhale deeply, letting the crisp, early October air fill your lungs in hope it would clear your head. The town's signature cherry blossom trees that lined each side of the street had traded their springtime pinks for shades of orange and yellow, a change of costume in tune with the season.

Libby looked up from the book she was reading when you stepped back into the store, “You were longer than I expected.”

You felt an unexpected heat spread up your chest to your cheeks, “Sarah was working,” you quickly threw out, “she was telling me about the book she got last week.”

Libby accepted the coffees and paper bag so you could shrug off your coat, “Ooo, cranberry muffin! My favourite!”

“Yeah, Marcus threw it in there for you.”

“So you spoke to Marcus?” she asked, an eyebrow raised in curiosity, an unmissable smirk on her face.

You narrowed your eyes in response, “Briefly.”

Libby took a bite of her scone, the noises she made boarded on the line of scandalous, “God, this is good.”

“Should I leave you and your scone alone?”

Libby grinned, crumbs of scone still clinging to the corners of her mouth. “If you leave me now, I'll name my first-born after this scone. It'll have a weird life, but at least it'll be delicious.”

You chuckled at her melodrama as you took your coffee out of its tray.

Libby grinned, “I swear to god, if I was remotely interested in men I'd be climbing him like a tree. Heck, I might just do it for the baked goods.”

You rolled your eyes, “Easy there tiger.”

“I really don't know how he's single, three years in this town and it's not like the women haven't been throwing themselves at him.”

“Well, maybe he is really too good to be true.” You countered, taking up your apparently one woman stance of your dislike of the man again as you took a sip of your coffee - biting your lip at your own groan at how a simple latte could taste so good.

Libby chuckled, “Or maybe you're too stubborn to see what's right in front of you.”

You sighed, unwilling to admit, even to Libby, that your stance on Marcus might be softening just a touch. “Let's agree to disagree, shall we?”

“Fine, fine,” Libby conceded, taking another heavenly bite of her scone. “But one day you'll see. Good things, and good people, might just come in unexpected packages.”

Your phone buzzed with a notification about a new job posting in Toronto. You glanced at it, suddenly feeling less of that earlier urgency to return to the hustle and bustle of city life. The idea of stepping back into the rat race seemed so detached from where you were now—surrounded by the rustic charm of Maplewood and its genuine, warm-hearted inhabitants.

You took another sip of your latte and stole one last look through the bookstore's window, back towards the bakery. Marcus was crouching down to hand a sugar cookie shaped like a pumpkin to one of the small kids in the bakery. The child's face lit up with joy, a mirror of the light that seemed to emanate from Marcus himself.

Maybe Libby had a point. Maybe good things did come in unexpected packages.

You put your phone down, screen facing the table, and looked back at Libby, who was now back engrossed in her book. But your thoughts weren't on job postings or the life you had in Toronto. They were here, on this little corner of Maplewood.

For the first time, in a long time, you weren’t thinking of ways to run back to your old life.

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yournameloveskpop · 2 months

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Reconnecting

Paring: Yeonjun x reader

Style: SFW, Friendship, Romance, childhood sweethearts, fluffy

Word count: 10,114

Warning: cheating

Y/N and Yeonjun's story was one of those rare, beautiful narratives that begin in childhood. They were the kind of sweethearts whose love seemed destined, transcending time and distance. When Yeonjun returned from America after two years, it was as if they had never been apart. Their connection was palpable, a silent acknowledgment of affection that didn't need words. Their families saw it, their friends saw it, and eventually, they saw it too. It wasn't long before they officially became a couple, much to the delight of everyone around them.

Their relationship was the epitome of young love – innocent, pure, and full of promise. When Yeonjun became a trainee at BigHit, their bond was put to the test. The rigorous training schedule, early mornings, and late nights began to take a toll on their time together. As Yeonjun's debut approached, their meetings became increasingly rare. Despite the challenges, their love remained steadfast. But Y/N understood the magnitude of his dream and the sacrifices it entailed.

"I remember our first date after you became a trainee," Y/N said one day, stirring her coffee absentmindedly. They were in their favorite café, a cozy little spot where they had spent countless hours talking about their dreams and future.

Yeonjun looked at her, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them. "I was so nervous that day. I kept checking my watch, worried I'd be late."

Y/N chuckled, a bittersweet smile on her lips. "You were late. Fifteen minutes. But I didn't mind. I was just happy to see you."

He reached across the table, taking her hand in his. "I've always hated how this dream of mine took me away from you."

"It's your passion, Yeonjun. It's what makes you who you are. I've always admired that about you," Y/N replied, her voice tinged with sadness.

They sat in comfortable silence, each lost in their thoughts. It was Yeonjun who broke the silence. "I think about us, you know. About how different things might have been if I wasn't training all the time."

Y/N squeezed his hand gently. "I think about it too. But then I see you on stage, living your dream, and I can't help but feel proud."

Yeonjun's eyes met hers, a mixture of gratitude and sorrow in his gaze. "But at what cost? I miss so many things, Y/N. I miss us."

The unspoken truth hovered in the air – their paths were diverging, and they both knew it. "Sometimes love means letting go," Y/N whispered, her voice barely audible.

Yeonjun's grip tightened. "Is that what we're doing? Letting go?"

"It's not giving up, Yeonjun. It's about wanting the best for each other, even if that means being apart," Y/N explained, her heart aching with each word.

Tears brimmed in Yeonjun's eyes. "I don't want to lose you."

"You won't," Y/N assured him, her own tears threatening to fall. "We'll always be a part of each other's lives, just in a different way."

They talked for hours, reminiscing about the past and pondering the future. As they walked out of the café, Yeonjun stopped and turned to her. "Can I do something? One last time?"

Y/N nodded, understanding his unspoken request. They shared a long, lingering kiss, a culmination of all their years together, filled with love, sorrow, and unyielding affection. It was a goodbye, but also a promise – a promise to cherish the memories, to support each other, and to remain connected, no matter where life took them.

And that was a promise they intended to keep. Six years had swiftly passed since Yeonjun and Y/N decided to part ways. In that time, Yeonjun had soared to great heights with Tomorrow X Together. Alongside Beomgyu, Soobin, Taehyun, and Hueningkai, he lived a life many could only dream of, filled with music, tours, and adoring fans. Y/N, meanwhile, had carved her own path, establishing herself as a successful interior designer, her work receiving acclaim for its creativity and elegance.

Despite the whirlwind of their careers, Yeonjun and Y/N remained close friends, keeping their promise. They would catch up over coffee, sharing stories and laughing over memories. Their texts and calls were a comforting constant, a bridge across their busy lives. Through Yeonjun, Y/N had also grown close to the other TXT members, who welcomed her like family.

Yeonjun, fully immersed in his idol life, had stayed single, his heart still tender from his split with Y/N. He had tried dating others, but none could fill the space Y/N left in his heart. Y/N, on the other hand, had moved on and was now in a long-term relationship. Yeonjun tried to be happy for her, but deep down, he couldn't shake off his feelings.

"Yeonjun, you okay, man?" Beomgyu asked during one of their late-night hangouts, noticing his distant gaze.

Yeonjun shrugged, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just thinking about old times, you know?"

Soobin chimed in, "We all have our what-ifs and might-have-beens. But you've got us, and you've got music. That's a lot."

Yeonjun nodded, grateful for his bandmates' support. "It's just... seeing Y/N happy with someone else. It's harder than I thought."

Taehyun patted his back, understandingly. "It's natural to feel that way. But you'll find someone who's right for you, Yeonjun. Just give it time."

Hueningkai added, "And until then, you've got five brothers right here."

Their conversation was a small comfort to Yeonjun, but the unease about Y/N's boyfriend lingered. He had met the guy a few times and couldn't shake off a certain off vibe. However, Y/N seemed happy, and he didn't want to cast a shadow over her happiness.

A few days later, Yeonjun and the TXT members were at an event where they bumped into Y/N and her boyfriend. The tension was palpable, but they all exchanged pleasantries.

"Yeonjun, you guys were amazing at the concert last week!" Y/N exclaimed, her eyes shining with genuine pride.

"Thanks, Y/N. Glad you could make it," Yeonjun replied, his heart skipping a beat at her smile.

Her boyfriend, standing a bit aloof, added somewhat stiffly, "Yeah, you guys are quite the performers."

The conversation flowed, but Yeonjun couldn't help but notice the subtle dismissive glances Y/N's boyfriend gave when she talked about her work. He bit back his concern, not wanting to cause a scene.

As the evening progressed, the TXT members noticed the dynamics too. "Something's off with that guy," Beomgyu whispered to Yeonjun.

"I know," Yeonjun replied quietly. "But it's not our place to say anything."

After the event, Yeonjun couldn't shake off his concerns. He decided to meet Y/N for coffee, hoping to subtly check if everything was okay.

"Y/N, how's work? Your last project looked amazing," Yeonjun started, as they sat in their usual café.

Y/N's face lit up. "It's been great! But, you know, it's a lot of work..."

Her voice trailed off, and Yeonjun sensed a hint of sadness. "Is everything okay? You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

Y/N hesitated, then sighed. "It's just... sometimes I feel like he doesn't really support my career. He thinks it's a hobby, not something serious."

Yeonjun listened, his heart aching for her. He wanted to tell her she deserved better, but he held back, not wanting to overstep.

"Y/N, you're incredibly talented. Don't let anyone make you feel otherwise," he said sincerely.

"Thanks, Yeonjun. It means a lot," she replied, a small smile returning to her face.

Their conversation continued, with Yeonjun carefully offering support without overstepping. As they parted ways, he couldn't help but feel a mix of concern and lingering affection. Y/N entered the apartment she shared with her boyfriend, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. He greeted her with a casual kiss, his demeanor friendly but somewhat detached.

"How was your day with your idol friend?" he asked, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Y/N smiled, trying to brush off the slight edge in his voice. "It was good. Yeonjun's doing really well. We just caught up over coffee."

He nodded, seemingly uninterested, and adjusted his tie. "I'm heading out with some colleagues for dinner and drinks. Got to keep up the networking, you know?"

Y/N observed his sharp suit and polished appearance. "Sure, have a good time," she said, masking her disappointment with a smile. After he left, she settled into her evening routine, indulging in a long bath and some of her favorite cheesy romance movies.

Meanwhile, Yeonjun was out with his friends, Wooyoung and Chanbin. They were in high spirits, enjoying the night air and the buzz of the city. After a few drinks, their conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and playful banter.

As they strolled down the bustling street, Yeonjun's eyes suddenly locked onto a familiar figure. It was Y/N's boyfriend, unmistakable in his suit. He was with a group of guys, but what caught Yeonjun's attention was the girl sitting on his lap – and it definitely wasn't Y/N.

Yeonjun stopped dead in his tracks, causing Wooyoung and Chanbin to bump into him.

"Hey, what's up?" Wooyoung asked, looking in the direction of Yeonjun's gaze.

"Do you see that guy over there?" Yeonjun pointed subtly. "That's Y/N's boyfriend."

Chanbin squinted. "Isn't that... Wait, who's that girl with him?"

Yeonjun felt a surge of anger and concern. "I need to find out what's going on."

"Are you sure it's a good idea?" Wooyoung cautioned. "We don't want to start any trouble."

"I just... I can't let Y/N be in the dark about this," Yeonjun insisted, his voice firm.

The three cautiously approached the group, trying to remain inconspicuous. Yeonjun's heart raced as he observed the scene before him. Y/N's boyfriend was laughing and chatting with the girl on his lap, seemingly oblivious to the implications.

Wooyoung placed a hand on Yeonjun's shoulder. "Man, this is messed up. But are you sure you want to get involved?"

Before Yeonjun could answer, the group noticed their presence. Y/N's boyfriend looked up, his expression changing from amusement to surprise, and then to discomfort.

"Yeonjun, what a surprise," he said, his voice edged with forced casualness as he gently nudged the girl off his lap.

Yeonjun's gaze was steely. "I didn't expect to see you here... or like this."

The boyfriend stood up, brushing off his suit. "It's not what it looks like. We're just having some fun."

"Does Y/N know about your 'fun'?" Yeonjun asked, his tone icy.

The boyfriend scoffed. "Y/N doesn't need to know everything I do."

Chanbin interjected, "Dude, that's not cool. If you respect her, she should know."

The boyfriend rolled his eyes. "What are you, her guardians? Mind your own business."

Yeonjun took a deep breath, trying to control his rising anger. "She deserves better than this."

The boyfriend smirked. "And you think you're the one to tell her?"

Yeonjun didn't respond. He knew any further conversation was pointless. He turned to leave, Wooyoung and Chanbin following.

"Yeonjun, wait," the boyfriend called out. "Don't make a big deal out of this."

Yeonjun stopped but didn't turn around. "She'll hear it from me," he said firmly and walked away.

The rest of the night was a blur for Yeonjun. His mind was consumed with thoughts of Y/N and how to tell her what he'd seen. He didn't want to hurt her, but he knew she deserved the truth.

The next morning, with a heavy heart, Yeonjun called Y/N. "We need to talk. It's important," he said, his voice serious.

Y/N's voice was filled with concern. "Yeonjun, what's wrong?"

"Can we meet at the café? It's about your boyfriend," Yeonjun replied, his tone somber.

"I'll be there," Y/N said, a hint of worry in her voice.

As Yeonjun waited at the café, he rehearsed what he would say, knowing that no matter how he phrased it, the truth would hurt. Y/N entered the café, her eyes brightening as she spotted Yeonjun. She was pleasantly surprised to see not only him but also her favorite drink waiting on the table. It felt like a luxury to meet up more than once a month, a rarity given their busy schedules.

Yeonjun, seeing her cheerful smile, felt a pang of guilt. He knew the news he had to share would dampen her spirits, making the task at hand even more daunting.

"Hey, Yeonjun, what's up?" Y/N greeted him with her usual warmth. "This is a nice surprise!"

Yeonjun managed a smile, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Yeah, I thought we could use some extra time to catch up."

Y/N's brows furrowed slightly, sensing something amiss. "Is everything okay? You mentioned it was about my boyfriend."

He took a deep breath, steeling himself. "Did you know your boyfriend was out last night?"

"Yeah, he told me he was going out with his workmates for a meal and drinks," she replied, unaware of where the conversation was leading.

Yeonjun's frustration grew, knowing her boyfriend had only told her half the truth. "Did he come back after the night?"

She shook her head. "No, he texted saying he'd stay at a mate's place, said it was closer."

Just as Yeonjun was about to reveal what he had witnessed, a familiar voice called out to them. Y/N's boyfriend approached the table, interrupting their conversation.

"Hey, love!" he greeted Y/N, leaning in for a kiss. Her face lit up at his arrival, unaware of the tension between the two men.

Yeonjun watched, his expression hardening, though he tried to keep his glare subtle. He was caught off guard by the boyfriend's sudden appearance and knew this wasn't the right moment to reveal the truth.

"Yeonjun, didn't expect to see you here," her boyfriend said, with a hint of surprise and discomfort.

"Just catching up," Yeonjun replied coolly, masking his emotions.

Y/N, oblivious to the undercurrents, smiled. "Yeah, it's been a while since we all hung out."

Her boyfriend nodded, his gaze flickering between Y/N and Yeonjun. "Well, I won't keep you. Just wanted to say hi before heading to work."

After a brief and somewhat awkward exchange, her boyfriend left. Y/N turned back to Yeonjun, her expression one of contentment.

Yeonjun wrestled with his conscience, debating whether to tell her now or wait for a more appropriate time. Seeing her so happy and unsuspecting made him hesitant. He decided to hold back, at least for the moment.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Y/N asked, sipping her drink.

Yeonjun forced a smile. "Just wanted to check in, see how you're doing. We should do this more often."

Y/N beamed. "I'd love that."

As Yeonjun and Y/N continued their conversation at the café, his mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He wanted to protect Y/N from the hurtful truth he had witnessed, yet he knew keeping it from her wasn't right. The weight of his secret cast a shadow over their meeting, a sharp contrast to Y/N's evident happiness at seeing him two days in a row.

Yeonjun's thoughts were interrupted by Y/N's cheerful voice. "It's been really great catching up like this, Yeonjun. It feels like old times, doesn't it?"

He forced a smile, his heart heavy. "Yeah, it does. I've missed this."

After their time at the café, Yeonjun headed back to HYBE for practice, while Y/N left for a meeting with a client who was interested in her interior design services. The contrast between their moods couldn't have been starker. Y/N left feeling uplifted, while Yeonjun was burdened by the looming conversation he knew he had to have with her.

Upon entering the HYBE building, Yeonjun's mood was visibly dark. He stormed in, muttering under his breath, "I hate that guy," startling Soobin, Taehyun, and Hueningkai who were in the midst of a discussion.

"What's up with you, Yeonjun?" Soobin asked, concern evident in his tone.

Taehyun and Hueningkai also turned their attention to him, sensing that something was amiss.

"It's about Y/N's boyfriend," Yeonjun began, his voice tense. "I saw him last night at a bar... and he wasn't alone."

Beomgyu, who had been listening from a distance, joined the group. "What do you mean 'wasn't alone'?" he asked, his expression turning serious.

Yeonjun recounted the events of the previous night, how he'd seen Y/N's boyfriend with another girl sitting on his lap. His voice wavered as he spoke, revealing his inner turmoil. "It was clear that... what was happening wasn't innocent."

The members exchanged looks of shock and concern. "That's awful," Hueningkai said. "But what are you going to do about it?"

Yeonjun ran a hand through his hair, his frustration palpable. "I don't know. I want to tell Y/N, but I can't stand the thought of hurting her."

"So, you just keep it to yourself?" Taehyun questioned, his brows furrowing.

Yeonjun shook his head. "I can't do that either. She deserves the truth. But how do I break it to her without breaking her heart?"

Beomgyu leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. "Yeonjun, sometimes the truth hurts, but it's necessary. Maybe she needs to hear it, especially from someone she trusts like you."

Soobin added, "Yeah, but be gentle, man. This kind of news can be devastating."

Yeonjun felt a deep sense of regret. "I keep thinking, if only I hadn't agreed to break up with her all those years ago. She wouldn't be in this situation, dealing with someone who doesn't value her."

Hueningkai placed a comforting hand on Yeonjun's shoulder. "You can't blame yourself for her choices, Yeonjun. We all have our paths, and sometimes they take turns we don't expect."

The group continued to discuss the situation, offering Yeonjun advice and support. They all agreed that Y/N needed to know the truth, but the concern was how to convey it without causing her unnecessary pain.

The day gradually turned to evening, and Yeonjun's mind couldn't escape the thoughts of Y/N. He was facing a conversation that could irreversibly alter the course of their relationship. The secret he harbored, combined with his unresolved feelings, made the situation profoundly difficult.

Determined to confront the situation, Yeonjun sent a message to Y/N, asking to meet again soon. His tone was serious, hinting at the gravity of what he needed to discuss. Y/N, sensing the urgency, agreed to meet the following day.

That night, as Yeonjun lay in bed, he was besieged by memories of the time he and Y/N had spent together. Their history was rich with moments of joy and love, but now, a looming sense of heartache overshadowed those memories. He knew revealing the truth about her boyfriend was necessary, yet the thought of hurting her was almost unbearable.

The next morning, Yeonjun awoke with a renewed sense of purpose. He was resolved to tell Y/N everything he had witnessed. It wasn't just about being truthful; it was about protecting her from someone who didn't value her as she deserved. As he prepared for their meeting, he braced himself for the challenging conversation that lay ahead. To support his account, he invited Wooyoung and Chanbin, who had been present when he saw her boyfriend's indiscretion.

They arranged to meet at Y/N's studio. She was planning to close early that day to spend time with her boyfriend. As she stepped out, locking up the studio, her face broke into a warm smile upon seeing Yeonjun and his friends. There was a flutter in her heart, a feeling she hadn't experienced in years, especially since this was their third meeting in a single month.

"Yeonjun, and Wooyoung, Chanbin too! What brings you all here?" Y/N greeted them, her voice tinged with surprise and delight.

"Hey, Y/N," Yeonjun replied, his tone serious. "We need to talk about something important. Is now a good time?"

Y/N's smile faltered slightly, picking up on Yeonjun's solemn demeanor. "Sure, is everything okay?"

Yeonjun exchanged a glance with Wooyoung and Chanbin before responding. "It's about your boyfriend. There's something you need to know."

Confusion and concern washed over Y/N's face. "What about him?"

Yeonjun took a deep breath, his heart racing. "Last night, we saw him with someone else. It wasn't just a friendly meeting."

Y/N's expression turned to one of disbelief. "What do you mean? He was just out with his colleagues."

Chanbin stepped forward. "We were at the same place. He was... well, he wasn't alone. There was a girl with him, and they were quite close."

Wooyoung added, "We wouldn't say this if we weren't sure, Y/N. It didn't seem right, and we thought you should know."

Y/N looked from one face to another, searching for some sign that this was a misunderstanding. "Are you sure it was him?"

Yeonjun nodded solemnly. "Yes, we're sure. I wouldn't tell you this if I wasn't absolutely certain."

A mixture of emotions played across Y/N's face – confusion, hurt, disbelief. "I... I need to process this."

Yeonjun reached out, his voice gentle. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't want to be the one to tell you this, but I thought you deserved the truth."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes. "I need some time alone," she whispered, her voice breaking.

As Y/N walked away, a profound sense of sorrow enveloped Yeonjun. He watched her leave, her every step echoing the tumult of emotions he felt. Wooyoung and Chanbin stood beside him, their expressions mirroring the gravity of the moment.

The silence that followed was laden with tension and unspoken thoughts. Yeonjun, lost in his own turmoil, was brought back to reality by Chanbin's voice.

"Yeonjun, do you still have feelings for her?" Chanbin asked, his tone gentle yet probing.

Yeonjun turned to face his friends, his expression somber. "It's complicated," he began, his voice trailing off.

Wooyoung nudged him, "It's okay to admit it, you know. It's obvious to all of us. You still care about her, a lot."

Yeonjun let out a heavy sigh, his gaze fixed on the direction Y/N had gone. "Yes, I still care about her. After all these years, my feelings haven't changed. But it's not just about that. Today was about doing the right thing for her, regardless of how I feel."

Chanbin placed a reassuring hand on Yeonjun's shoulder. "You did the right thing, even though it was tough. But now, what will you do about your feelings?"

Yeonjun shook his head, a mix of resolve and uncertainty in his eyes. "Right now, it's not about me. Y/N needs space to process all of this. I just want her to be happy, even if it means we're not together."

Wooyoung looked at him, admiration and concern in his eyes. "That's very noble of you, but don't forget to take care of your own heart too, Yeonjun."

Yeonjun managed a small, sad smile. "Thanks, guys. I just hope she'll be okay."

As they slowly started walking away from the studio, the air around them felt heavier, filled with the complexity of emotions and the reality of the situation.

Chanbin spoke up, breaking the contemplative silence. "You know we're here for you, right? Whatever you need."

Yeonjun nodded in appreciation. "I know. Thank you. It means a lot."

Y/N wrestled with a storm of emotions as she made her way home. Yeonjun's revelation about her boyfriend's infidelity was a hard pill to swallow, especially since deep down, she had always harbored suspicions. Her boyfriend had a way of twisting situations, convincing her she was overthinking things whenever she raised concerns about his behavior. His dislike for Yeonjun had always been evident, but she had chosen to overlook it, seeking happiness in their relationship.

Yet now, with Yeonjun's words echoing in her mind, she felt a deep sense of betrayal. She had met her current boyfriend at an event where he seemed charming and they had hit it off well, but he was never Yeonjun. She had tried to move on, convincing herself that she could find love again with someone else.

Over time, she did grow to like him, maybe even love him. But Yeonjun's recent disclosure left her feeling more lost than ever. She still harbored strong feelings for Yeonjun, feelings that she couldn't just turn off.

The day had been long and draining, and now she wanted nothing more than to confront her boyfriend, seek the truth, and likely end things. As she entered the eerily quiet apartment, a sense of foreboding washed over her. He wasn't supposed to be working and had mentioned no plans to go out.

Wandering through the apartment, she was suddenly jolted by noises coming from the bedroom – unmistakable sounds that sent her heart plummeting. Pushing the door open, she was confronted with the sight she had feared: her boyfriend in bed with another woman.

The door banging open startled both her boyfriend and the other woman, who stared at Y/N in shock. Y/N stood there, her emotions a chaotic blend of disbelief, anger, and heartbreak.

Y/N's boyfriend scrambled for words, his voice a mixture of surprise and guilt. "Y/N, it's not what you think..."

Without a word, Y/N marched up to him and slapped him across the face, the sound echoing through the room. Her action left a red mark on his cheek, a physical manifestation of her anger and hurt.

Y/N's voice was cold, laced with disbelief. "Really? Because it looks exactly like you're cheating on me."

The woman in bed with him looked equally stunned and embarrassed, hastily gathering her things.

Y/N's boyfriend tried to approach her, his words a jumble of excuses and pleas. "Listen, Y/N, I can explain. It's not like that."

Y/N held up her hand, stopping him mid-sentence. "Save it. I don't want to hear any more lies. Yeonjun told me what he saw. I didn't want to believe it, but now..." Her voice trailed off, the hurt evident in her eyes.

Her boyfriend's expression shifted from panic to a mix of guilt and defiance. "Yeonjun? You're going to believe him over me?"

Y/N's resolve hardened. "Yes, I am. He's always been honest with me. More than I can say for you."

Tears streaming down her face, Y/N turned and ran out of the apartment, into the rainy night. She knew exactly where she needed to go – to someone she trusted, someone who had always been honest with her.

Arriving at the TXT apartment, drenched from the rain, her makeup smeared by tears, she knocked on the door. Inside, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun, Soobin, and Hueningkai were watching TV, surprised by the late-night visitor.

Yeonjun went to answer the door, and his heart sank as he saw Y/N in her disheveled state. The moment she saw him, she stepped forward and embraced him tightly, wrapping her arms around his neck, seeking comfort in his presence.

"Yeonjun," she sobbed, her voice muffled against his shoulder. "You were right. I saw him with another girl."

Yeonjun, taken aback, gently wrapped his arms around her, offering a silent support. The other members, sensing the gravity of the situation, stood up, expressions filled with concern.

"What happened, Y/N?" Yeonjun asked softly, his voice filled with worry.

Through her tears, Y/N recounted what she had witnessed, her words punctuated by sobs. "I went home and found them together in our bed. I... I didn't know where else to go."

Yeonjun felt a surge of protective instinct. "It's okay, Y/N. You did the right thing coming here. We're here for you."

The other members nodded in agreement, their faces reflecting a mix of sympathy and support.

"Would you like to sit down? Do you need anything?" Beomgyu offered, his tone gentle.

Taehyun chimed in, "We can get you some dry clothes and something warm to drink."

Hueningkai added, "And if you need to talk, we're all here for you."

Soobin, who had been quiet, finally spoke. "You don't have to go through this alone, Y/N. We're your friends, and we'll help you through this."

Y/N looked up at Yeonjun, her eyes filled with gratitude and a deep, unspoken connection. In that moment, amidst the pain and turmoil, she felt a sense of safety and belonging.

Yeonjun led her to the couch, his arm around her shoulders. "You're safe here, Y/N. Take all the time you need."

Yeonjun handed Y/N some of his clothes, hoping they would fit her. She quietly accepted them and went off to take a shower, leaving the TXT members in the living room. Yeonjun sighed heavily and slumped back onto the couch, his mind racing with thoughts about what was to happen next. He was certain of one thing: he couldn't let Y/N go back to her apartment, at least not alone.

Maybe, he thought, she could stay here at the TXT apartment until she found her own place. It made sense. He decided he and Soobin would accompany her to collect her things, ensuring she wouldn't have to face her ex-boyfriend alone.

As he pondered these plans, a small part of him couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness. With her ex now out of the picture, this could mean more time with Y/N, possibly rekindling what they once had. The thought of them being together again lingered in his mind, bringing a faint smile to his face.

Beomgyu, sitting across from him, noticed the change in Yeonjun's demeanor. "Thinking about what's next, Yeonjun?" he asked, his tone light yet probing.

Yeonjun hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah. I think Y/N should stay here for a while. And... well, I can't deny I'm glad she's here with us now."

Soobin, overhearing the conversation, joined in. "It's a good thing she has us, especially you. But, man, are you sure you're not getting your hopes up about getting back together?"

Yeonjun sighed, a mix of hope and caution in his voice. "I don't know, Soobin. Part of me wants that, but I also know this isn't the time for those thoughts. She's hurt and vulnerable."

Taehyun, who had been listening from a distance, added his perspective. "It's natural to feel that way, Yeonjun. But remember, Y/N is going through a lot right now. Whatever happens next, her feelings should come first."

Hueningkai piped up from the corner, "We all want what's best for Y/N. And if being here helps her, then that's what matters most."

Yeonjun nodded, appreciating his friends' insights. "You're right. Let's focus on helping her get through this. Anything else is for the future to decide."

The members nodded in agreement, each understanding the delicate balance of supporting a friend while acknowledging their own feelings.

After a while, Y/N emerged from the shower, looking a bit more composed, wearing Yeonjun's clothes which were slightly oversized on her. She managed a weak smile. "Thanks for letting me use your shower. And for the clothes, Yeonjun."

Yeonjun stood up, offering her a comforting smile. "Of course, Y/N. You're welcome to stay here as long as you need. Tomorrow, Soobin and I will go with you to get your things."

Y/N's eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, that means a lot. I just... I don't know what I would have done without all of you tonight."

The members gathered around, reassuring her. "We're your friends, Y/N. We're here for you," Soobin said, his tone warm and supportive.

Beomgyu added, "And if you need anything, just let us know. We've got your back."

Hueningkai smiled gently. "We're kind of like your knights in shining armor, right?"

Y/N let out a small, tired laugh, the tension in her slightly easing. "I guess you are."

Yeonjun, watching the exchange, felt a deep sense of protectiveness and care for Y/N. He knew the road ahead would be challenging for her, but he was determined to be there for her, to offer support and comfort.

As the night wore on, they all settled into a quiet evening, the members doing their best to lift Y/N's spirits. They watched a movie together, shared stories, and simply enjoyed each other's company.

Yeonjun kept stealing glances at Y/N, his heart aching to see her in pain yet filled with a sense of hope for what the future might hold. He knew that for now, being a friend was the most important role he could play in her life. The possibility of rekindled love was a distant thought, one that he tucked away for another day, another time.

As Y/N finally drifted off to sleep on the couch, Yeonjun covered her with a blanket, watching her sleep peacefully. The other members, seeing this, shared knowing looks but chose to remain silent. They all understood Yeonjun's feelings, but they also knew that right now, Y/N needed friendship more than anything else.

The quietude of the night enveloped the TXT apartment, each member retiring to their respective rooms, leaving Yeonjun and the sleeping Y/N in the living room. Eventually, Yeonjun, too, succumbed to sleep, his body slumped on the couch next to Y/N.

As morning light filtered through the windows, the other members emerged from their rooms, witnessing the peaceful scene of Yeonjun and Y/N asleep on the couch, Yeonjun's arm instinctively draped around her waist.

Y/N was the first to stir. She blinked sleepily, feeling the warmth of an arm around her. Turning slightly, she saw Yeonjun sleeping beside her. A faint, comforted smile graced her lips before she gently disentangled herself from his embrace, careful not to wake him.

Beomgyu, walking into the living room, chuckled softly. "Looks like Yeonjun turned into a guardian angel overnight."

Yeonjun, roused by the movement, slowly opened his eyes. "Morning," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

After a light-hearted breakfast where the members tried to lift Y/N's spirits, she, Soobin, and Yeonjun prepared to head back to her apartment to collect her belongings. Y/N was visibly anxious, a mix of determination and apprehension in her eyes.

Upon arriving at her apartment, they found her ex-boyfriend there, his expression darkening upon seeing Yeonjun. "What are you doing here?" he spat, his gaze fixed on Yeonjun.

Yeonjun maintained his composure. "We're just here to help Y/N collect her things."

The ex-boyfriend sneered, "Of course, it had to be you. You're the reason she's leaving, aren't you?"

Y/N stepped forward, her voice firm. "No, he's not the reason. You are. I saw you with her, remember?"

Soobin, trying to defuse the tension, interjected, "Let's just focus on getting Y/N's stuff, okay?"

They began to pack Y/N's belongings, Soobin taking special care to handle her design work and other important documents. The ex-boyfriend hovered nearby, a mix of anger and bitterness evident in his demeanor.

As Yeonjun packed some of Y/N's clothes into a suitcase, he glanced at her ex-boyfriend. "You know, it would've been better if you had been honest with her from the start."

The ex-boyfriend scoffed. "And what? Lose her to you? I knew she still had feelings for you. I wasn't about to let that happen."

Y/N, overhearing the conversation, sighed. "It wasn't about Yeonjun. It was about trust, which you broke."

Soobin, noticing the escalating tension, quickly stepped in. "Alright, we've got most of your things, Y/N. Let's get going."

They moved her belongings out of the apartment, the ex-boyfriend watching them with a sullen expression. Once everything was packed into the car, Y/N took a deep breath, a sense of closure washing over her.

As they drove away, Yeonjun glanced at Y/N in the rearview mirror. "You okay?"

Y/N nodded, her voice soft but steady. "Yeah, I am. Thanks to you and Soobin. I don't know what I would have done without you guys."

Soobin smiled from the passenger seat. "We're your friends, Y/N. That's what we're here for."

The car ride was filled with a comfortable silence, each lost in their thoughts. Y/N looked out the window, her mind a whirlwind of emotions, yet she felt a sense of relief and hope for a new beginning. Yeonjun focused on the road ahead, his thoughts lingering on Y/N and the uncertain future. But for now, he was content knowing she was safe and away from the hurt her ex-boyfriend had caused.

Weeks passed, and Y/N continued to stay at the TXT dorms. The members, concerned for her well-being, helped her look for a new place but also felt that she needed more time to heal mentally before venturing out on her own. They had become her support system, a group of friends who ensured she didn't feel alone during this tumultuous phase of her life.

Yeonjun, in particular, was a constant presence by her side. Despite his busy schedule with HYBE and various commitments with TXT, he always made time for Y/N. His care for her was evident, and it provided her with a sense of stability and comfort.

"Yeonjun, I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me," Y/N said one evening as they sat in the living room, a gentle calmness enveloping the space.

Yeonjun smiled softly, "It's nothing, Y/N. We're all here for you. You're not just a friend; you're part of the TXT family now."

As Y/N gradually began to recover, the members made sure she wasn't confined to the dorms. They took her out with them, introducing her to their friends, showing her new places, and ensuring she experienced life outside the dormitory walls.

Soobin, while they were out for dinner one evening, remarked, "It's great to see you smiling more, Y/N. You seem to be getting back to your old self."

Y/N looked around the table at the faces of the members and their friends, a warm smile on her face. "I have all of you to thank for that. I've been feeling much better lately."

As time went by, Y/N's feelings for Yeonjun, which had never truly faded, began to resurface with renewed intensity. The care he showed her, the way he was always there for her, reignited the affection she had always held for him.

The other members couldn't help but notice the growing closeness between Yeonjun and Y/N. Their lingering glances, the way they sat closely next to each other, the subtle yet unmistakable signs of a deepening bond.

Beomgyu nudged Taehyun playfully one day as they observed Yeonjun and Y/N laughing together. "Looks like those two are getting closer by the day," he whispered.

Taehyun grinned, "Yeah, it's pretty obvious. But let's not say anything. They need to figure it out on their own."

Hueningkai, overhearing their conversation, added, "They both deserve happiness. It's nice to see them so comfortable with each other."

Y/N was aware of the glances and whispered conversations among the members, but she didn't mind. She was grateful for their support and the space they gave her and Yeonjun to navigate their feelings.

One evening, as they all sat around watching a movie, Y/N leaned slightly into Yeonjun, seeking comfort in his presence. He responded by draping an arm around her shoulders, a simple gesture that spoke volumes.

As the movie played on, Y/N looked up at Yeonjun, their eyes meeting in a moment of silent understanding. No words were needed; their shared glances conveyed the depth of their feelings.

The day Y/N received an offer for her own apartment marked a significant milestone. The apartment was quaint, boasting two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a spacious living room, ideal for her creative flair in interior design.

Excitedly sharing the news with the TXT members, Y/N couldn't hide her enthusiasm. "I can't wait to start decorating! I've got so many ideas for the place," she beamed.

Beomgyu, looking up from his phone, replied, "That sounds awesome, Y/N. It's going to be great seeing what you do with the space."

Yeonjun, although visibly saddened by the thought of her leaving, managed a supportive smile. "And it's close to your studio, right? Plus, our favorite café isn't far. We can still catch up for coffee."

Y/N nodded, her smile tinged with a hint of melancholy. "Yes, it's perfect. And I'd love to continue our coffee meetups, Yeonjun. They've meant a lot to me."

As moving day arrived, Yeonjun and Beomgyu volunteered to help Y/N with her belongings. They spent the day lifting, arranging, and setting up her new place, the atmosphere a mix of excitement and nostalgia.

After they finished moving the last of her boxes, they stood in the now furnished living room, taking in the new surroundings. Yeonjun looked around, then back at Y/N. "This place is really coming together. You're going to make it incredible, Y/N."

Y/N let out a contented sigh. "Yeah, it already feels like home. But I'm going to miss you guys, especially our random late-night chats."

Beomgyu, wiping his brow, chimed in, "We'll miss you too, but hey, we're just a short drive away. You're not getting rid of us that easily."

Yeonjun's gaze lingered on Y/N, a mix of emotions in his eyes. "Y/N, I just... I want you to know, you've become such an important part of our lives."

Feeling a surge of emotions, Y/N stepped closer to Yeonjun. "And you all have been mine. Especially you, Yeonjun."

Yeonjun opened his arms, and Y/N stepped into his embrace. They held each other tightly, neither wanting to be the first to let go. Yeonjun's arms wrapped around her with a sense of protectiveness and care.

Beomgyu watched from the sidelines, a knowing smile on his face. He could see the deep bond that had formed between Yeonjun and Y/N, a connection that went beyond words.

As they finally parted, Yeonjun held onto Y/N's hands for a moment longer. "Remember, you're always welcome back at the dorm, anytime."

Y/N nodded, her eyes glistening. "Thank you, Yeonjun, for everything. I won't forget how much you've all helped me."

Beomgyu, sensing the moment, clapped his hands together. "Alright, how about we celebrate Y/N's new place with dinner? My treat!"

Yeonjun and Y/N laughed, the mood lightening. "Sounds like a plan, Beomgyu," Y/N said, her spirits lifted.

As they drove back to the TXT apartment, the night was quiet, the roads almost empty. Beomgyu's question lingered in the air, a thoughtful expression on his face. "So, childhood sweethearts to best friends to boyfriend and girlfriend to just friends again, all because of the idol life and Y/N's dream?"

Yeonjun glanced at Beomgyu, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Yeah, it's been quite a journey. We've both had to make sacrifices for our dreams. It's never been easy."

Beomgyu nodded understandingly. "But you still care about her, don't you?"

Yeonjun sighed, "I do, more than I probably should. But I'm worried she doesn't feel the same way anymore. A lot has changed since we were together."

Beomgyu chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Are you kidding me? We've all seen the way you two look at each other. Y/N still loves you too, man. I think it's time for you two to get back together again. You've both followed your dreams and succeeded. It's time to follow your heart now."

Yeonjun remained silent for a moment, contemplating Beomgyu's words. "You really think she still feels that way?"

"Absolutely," Beomgyu replied with confidence. "The way she talks about you, the way she looks at you. It's obvious, Yeonjun. You both just need to take that step."

Yeonjun pondered this, the idea slowly taking root. "Maybe you're right. But I don't want to rush into anything. I want to make sure it's the right time for both of us."

Beomgyu smiled, placing a reassuring hand on Yeonjun's shoulder. "That's fair. Just don't wait too long, okay? Sometimes, you just have to take a chance."

Yeonjun nodded, a small smile forming on his lips. "Thanks, Beomgyu. I'll think about it."

Y/N sat slumped on her couch in her new apartment, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The dinner with Beomgyu and Yeonjun had been enjoyable, but it also brought a flood of memories and feelings to the surface. She reflected on her life, particularly her relationship with Yeonjun. Despite the twists and turns, it was clear that the bond they shared as childhood sweethearts still held strong.

She couldn't help but regret their decision to split up. They had remained strong as a couple even with Yeonjun's demanding schedule during his training days. She wondered why she had thought a breakup was the best option for them. Their time apart, especially after her breakup with her ex, and the constant support from Yeonjun and TXT, had only solidified her feelings. She realized that, in trying to let each other pursue their dreams, they might have let go of something truly special.

Meanwhile, Yeonjun was also in a reflective mood. He made it a point to keep up with their coffee meetups, a ritual that had become a highlight of his days. Despite the exhaustion from his packed schedule, he was determined to make time for Y/N. He understood now more than ever the importance of balancing his career with his personal life, a lesson he wished he had learned earlier.

One evening, during one of their coffee meetups, Yeonjun shared his upcoming tour plans with Y/N. "We've got an American and Asian tour lined up. It's going to be hectic, and I'll be away for a while," he said, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Y/N smiled reassuringly. "That sounds amazing, Yeonjun. I'm really happy for you. Your hard work is paying off."

Yeonjun nodded, his gaze lingering on her. "Thanks, Y/N. But I'll miss our coffee times. I'll miss... well, I'll miss you."

Y/N reached across the table, her hand lightly touching his. "I'll miss you too. But this is your dream, Yeonjun. I'll be here, cheering you on."

As they continued talking, Yeonjun made a silent promise to himself. After the tour, he would confess his feelings to Y/N. He couldn't keep his emotions hidden any longer. The time apart would be hard, but it solidified his resolve to be honest about his feelings.

The tour was a whirlwind of performances, travel, and little sleep. Despite the hectic schedule, Yeonjun often found himself thinking of Y/N. He would send her messages and pictures from the tour, keeping her updated and feeling connected despite the distance.

Y/N, on her end, followed TXT's tour updates closely, her heart swelling with pride at each of their achievements. She eagerly awaited Yeonjun's messages, each one a small reminder of their enduring connection.

Finally, the tour came to an end, and Yeonjun returned home, exhausted but filled with a sense of accomplishment and anticipation. He was eager to see Y/N, to finally share his true feelings with her.

They arranged to meet at their favorite café, the same place where they had shared countless conversations and moments of connection. As Yeonjun walked into the café, he saw Y/N sitting at their usual spot, her face lighting up as she saw him.

"Yeonjun! Welcome back!" Y/N exclaimed, standing up to greet him.

Yeonjun smiled, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Thanks, Y/N. It's good to be back."

They sat down, ordering their usual drinks. The conversation flowed easily, filled with stories from the tour and updates on Y/N's life. Yeonjun listened intently, admiring her resilience and the way she had embraced her new independence.

As the café began to empty, the moment Yeonjun had been waiting for arrived. He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting Y/N's. "Y/N, there's something I need to tell you. Something I should have said a long time ago."

Y/N looked at him, a sense of anticipation in her eyes. "What is it, Yeonjun?"

Yeonjun hesitated, searching for the right words. "It's about us, about how I feel. I've realized something during this tour, something important."

Y/N leaned in, her heart beating faster. "What did you realize, Yeonjun?"

Yeonjun took her hand, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "I realized that no matter where I am, no matter what I'm doing, you're always on my mind. Y/N, I..."

Just then, his phone rang, interrupting the moment. Yeonjun's expression turned apologetic as he checked the caller ID. "I'm so sorry, Y/N, I have to take this. It's about the post-tour schedule."

Y/N nodded understandingly, a mix of disappointment and curiosity evident in her eyes. She watched as Yeonjun took the call, his expression turning serious as he discussed what sounded like important post-tour details. She couldn't help but feel a tinge of frustration at the interruption, especially with Yeonjun on the cusp of revealing something that seemed significant.

Yeonjun finished the call with a sigh, his apologetic gaze returning to Y/N. "I'm really sorry about that. Where were we?"

Y/N tried to mask her eagerness. "You were saying that you realized something important during the tour."

Yeonjun nodded, gathering his thoughts. "Yes, I... Look, Y/N, these past months have made me realize just how much you mean to me. More than just a friend, more than just someone from my past. I've tried to bury these feelings, thinking it was for the best. But being away from you, it only made it clear how much I..."

He was interrupted again, this time by the café owner reminding them of the closing time. Yeonjun let out a frustrated breath, his chance to confess slipping away once more.

Y/N, sensing his frustration, gave him a reassuring smile. "Maybe we can talk about this another time? When there are fewer interruptions?"

Yeonjun nodded, a little disheartened. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. I really want you to hear this, Y/N, without any distractions."

Yeonjun and Y/N exited the café, each enveloped in their own thoughts, yet acutely aware of the other's presence. The silence between them was charged with unspoken words and emotions, creating an air of anticipation as they walked together towards Y/N's apartment.

The walk was quiet, yet comfortable, a testament to their deep and familiar bond. Yeonjun's mind was a whirlwind of emotions, his determination to express his true feelings wrestling with the fear of the unknown. Y/N, sensing the weight of the moment, was filled with a mix of curiosity and anxiety, wondering what Yeonjun had been about to say back at the café.

As they reached her apartment, Yeonjun paused, turning to face Y/N. She opened her mouth to speak, perhaps to invite him in or bid him goodnight, but Yeonjun, driven by a moment of impulsive courage, gently took her by the shoulders.

Without a word, he pulled her close and leaned down, capturing her lips in a long, lingering kiss. It was a bold, unspoken declaration, a culmination of years of held-back feelings and emotions. Y/N, taken aback at first, soon responded with equal fervor, her arms wrapping around his neck. The world around them seemed to pause, their shared kiss bridging the gap of years and unspoken love.

As they finally broke apart, both Yeonjun and Y/N were breathless, their hearts racing. Yeonjun, his eyes reflecting a mix of vulnerability and hope, gave her a look that conveyed more than words ever could. Then, without a word, he turned and hurried away, leaving Y/N at her doorstep, her heart still fluttering from the intensity of their kiss.

Y/N stepped into her apartment, her mind replaying the kiss over and over. She leaned against the door, a smile spreading across her face. She felt an overwhelming sense of happiness and lightness, her cheeks flushed with the warmth of the moment.

Meanwhile, Yeonjun returned to the TXT dorm with an unmistakable grin on his face. As he walked in, his bandmates immediately noticed his elated demeanor.

Beomgyu, who was lounging on the couch, was the first to tease him. "Look who's back with that victory smile. Let me guess, you finally told Y/N how you feel?"

Yeonjun, trying to maintain a semblance of composure, simply nodded, unable to hide his happiness.

Soobin, joining in from across the room, added with a chuckle, "No need to play it cool, Yeonjun. That grin says it all. So, what happened?"

Yeonjun sat down, the smile still playing on his lips. "I might have... expressed my feelings in a not-so-verbal way."

Hueningkai, sitting beside him, nudged him playfully. "Come on, spill the details!"

Yeonjun, his smile turning into a soft laugh, shook his head. "Let's just say, sometimes actions speak louder than words."

The members shared knowing looks and laughs, happy for Yeonjun. They could see the change in him, a weight lifted off his shoulders.

The day of Y/N's showcase for her latest interior design work had arrived, and Yeonjun, along with the rest of TXT, was there to support her. As they entered the venue, the buzz of excitement was palpable. Y/N was already there, looking over her display, her face a picture of focus and pride.

As she caught sight of them, her expression softened into a bright, grateful smile. "You made it!" she exclaimed, her nerves visibly easing.

"Wouldn't miss it," Yeonjun replied, his eyes scanning her work with genuine admiration. "This looks incredible, Y/N."

Beomgyu, Soobin, Taehyun, and Hueningkai echoed his sentiments, praising her work and the elegant setup.

Their presence, however, didn't go unnoticed. Among the crowd were fans of Y/N's work who also recognized TXT. Whispers and murmurs began to spread.

"Isn't that TXT? What are they doing here?" one attendee whispered to another.

"I heard Yeonjun and Y/N used to date. Maybe they're back together?" speculated another, eyes fixed on the pair.

The event proceeded smoothly, with Y/N confidently presenting her designs. Yeonjun watched her, his heart swelling with pride. He noticed the way her eyes lit up as she explained her concepts, and it only deepened his admiration for her.

After her presentation, as the event continued with other showcases, Yeonjun found Y/N at a quieter corner of the venue. "Your presentation was amazing, Y/N. You really outdid yourself," he said, his voice warm with pride.

Y/N blushed at his compliment. "Thanks, Yeonjun. It means a lot to have you here."

Yeonjun looked around, ensuring they had a bit of privacy. Then, acting on impulse and the emotions that had been building up, he leaned in and kissed Y/N softly but passionately on the lips. It was a tender expression of his feelings, one that had been held back for too long.

The kiss caught Y/N by surprise, but she quickly responded, her heart racing with joy. They were lost in the moment, oblivious to the world around them.

As they parted, a few of the attendees, particularly some who were fans since TXT's pre-debut days, noticed the kiss. "They really are together," one murmured, a smile on her face. "I always hoped they would find their way back to each other."

Y/N, still reeling from the kiss, looked up at Yeonjun. "Yeonjun, about what you wanted to say at the café..."

Yeonjun took her hands in his, his gaze sincere. "Y/N, I've realized something important. These past weeks, being there for you, supporting you... it's made me see how much I've missed you, how much I still care about you. I love you, Y/N. I didn't say it back then, but I'm saying it now. I don't want to hide these feelings anymore."

Y/N's eyes filled with tears, not of sadness but of happiness. "Yeonjun, I feel the same. I've been holding back, scared of getting hurt, but I can't deny my feelings for you. I love you too."

The confession was a release for both of them, years of unspoken love finally acknowledged. They hugged tightly, a mix of relief and joy washing over them.

As they stood there, embraced in each other's arms, the event carried on around them, but for Yeonjun and Y/N, the world seemed to stand still. They had overcome their fears and uncertainties and had found their way back to each other.

When they finally pulled away from the embrace, Yeonjun whispered, "Let's make the most of this second chance, Y/N. Together."

Y/N nodded, her smile radiant. "Together."

As the event wound down, they left hand in hand, stepping into a future they were ready to face together. As time passed, Y/N's career as an interior designer flourished. Her work gained widespread recognition, leading to a significant increase in projects and clients. Despite her busy schedule, she and Yeonjun found ways to keep their promise of giving their relationship the second chance it deserved.

Yeonjun's life as an idol remained as hectic as ever, with schedules packed with tours, recordings, and promotions. However, he and Y/N always made time for each other, be it through late-night calls, quick coffee dates, or surprise visits.

One evening, as they relaxed in Y/N's apartment after a particularly busy week, Yeonjun reflected on their journey. "You know, I never imagined we'd be here like this, back together and stronger than ever."

Y/N, snuggling closer to him, replied with a smile, "We've both grown so much, Yeonjun. I think that's what makes us work now. We understand each other and our dreams better."

Their relationship had become well-known among fans, who affectionately referred to them as the "Childhood Sweetheart Power Couple." Many fans remembered Yeonjun's mentions of a girlfriend during his training days and were thrilled to see them reunited.

Unfortunately, Y/N's ex, the one who had cheated on her, tried to stir trouble by publicly accusing Yeonjun of ruining his relationship with Y/N. But the fans, loyal as ever, quickly came to Yeonjun's defense.

"Yeonjun has always been sincere. He's nothing like you describe," one fan retorted online.

"Several of us saw you with that girl that night. Don't try to tarnish Yeonjun and Y/N's relationship," another fan added, shutting down the ex's baseless accusations.

Y/N, aware of her ex's attempts, couldn't help but feel grateful for the overwhelming support they received. "I can't believe how supportive everyone is. It's like they're protecting our love story," she said to Yeonjun one day.

Yeonjun hugged her. "They believe in us, just like we believe in each other. That's what matters."

The pinnacle of their public support came during one of TXT's concerts. Y/N was there, front and center, cheering for Yeonjun and his bandmates. The crowd was electric, and the energy was palpable.

During the concert, Yeonjun took a moment to address the audience. "I want to thank everyone for their support, not just for TXT but for someone very special to me who's here tonight. Y/N, this journey with you has been incredible."

The spotlight briefly shone on Y/N, who waved at the crowd, her face beaming with pride and happiness.

After the concert, as they walked backstage hand in hand, Yeonjun turned to Y/N. "Every moment with you is a reminder of how lucky I am. I love you, Y/N."

Y/N, her eyes shining with love, replied, "And I love you, Yeonjun. Here's to our second chance and to many more years together."

As they left the venue, surrounded by cheers and well-wishes, it was clear that Yeonjun and Y/N were not just childhood sweethearts but a resilient, loving couple who had overcome the odds. Their love story, full of ups and downs, had come full circle, and they were ready to face whatever the future held, together.

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