#i’d be coming right back home to queue
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too sweet (for me) p2
lines begin to blur between his two lives, eddie feels hopeless at any semblance of keeping you away from that side of him. how does he fair when murray drags you kicking and screaming into this world?
a/n: so perhaps this is a little dramatic and very soap opera-esque but it was so much fun to write! i have a little thing i’d like to write for a part 3 but it is very much domesticity and sadness so we’ll see hehe <3
read part one here.
18+. mdni. smut. mentions of drugs and crime references throughout. eddie munson x fem!reader
eddie lingers over your shoulder, catching glimpses of him in the mirror as you fluff your hair and pucker your lips. he likes to sit and watch you get ready, just like how he used to watch his mom when he was much younger.
“so where are you going tonight?” he queries, a hint of territoriality about his question.
you shrug, swiping the lipgloss over your lips, “probably ace’s.. i don’t know yet,” meeting his eyes through the mirror.
admittedly, it had been a tough few weeks. he shut down for a few days, restricted to his bed as you cleaned up the mess he brought home. you were just grateful to have eddie back, the colour slowly coming back to his face thanks to your gentle love.
“i’ll take you,” arms snaking around your waist, “unless you wanna stay?” peppering kisses to your neck, the sweet scents of your overzealous sprits of perfume overwhelming his nose.
you giggle, though you make zero effort to shake him off, “i’m going,” wrapping your hand around his arm to keep it from travelling any further up your dress.
a tiny sense of guilt hits your chest, he was still shaken by whatever had happened. you’d practically moved yourself into his apartment, taking care of him for weeks. he’d rarely been alone since the day he’d stumbled in here with bloody hands and a newfound stammer.
“okay,” he relents, “what time do you think you’ll be done? i’ll come and get you,” face nestled into the crook of your neck.
you wouldn’t put it past him to just wait outside for hours, ready and waiting to see you again.
“why don’t you just come? i’m sure the girls won’t mind.”
he shakes his head, planting one last kiss to your shoulder before letting go, “no no.. you have fun,” nodding, as if to assure himself that he’d be fine.
eddie drives you right to the door, ignoring the disgruntled bouncers trying to get him to move. “don’t do anything stupid, i’ll be here when you’re ready,” squeezing your knee as you gather your bag from the floor.
you lean over the leather console, pecking his lips, leaving a small smudge of glittery gloss as you go.
“yessir.. love you,” before clambering out of the car, knowing smile plastered across your face as the door shuts.
there had been a sense of uncertainty about saying it, though you’d felt it for a short while now. only solidified by the last couple of weeks and the newfound upset you felt to be leaving him. it was like all your feelings were merged into one, dread bundled together with excitement. a scary but otherwise comforting feeling.
he immediately rolls your window down, leaning forward to catch you properly, “what? what’d you say?”
you shrug, scampering off into the queue as he watches, mouth hung open in sheer shock.
what you didn’t know was that eddie had been toying with the same sentiment, adamant to not scare you away but otherwise desperate to tell you.
he pulls off, beaming from ear to ear, counting down the seconds until he sees you again.
-
you perch on the marble countertop, legs swinging as eddie accidentally brushes past for the thousandth time, hand lingering on your thigh for a few seconds too long. the pot threatening to boil over if he keeps neglecting it in lieu of you.
“why’re you looking at me like that?” he asks, resuming his position at the stovetop.
he’d carefully perfected his little chef routine, throwing god knows what into the pan as if he had any clue what he was doing.
“i just can’t believe that you’re cooking for me.. have you ever even used this kitchen before?” chuckling at him, wishing he had gone all out and worn an apron.
“what the hell are you talking about? i cook all the time,” smooth talking, attempting to distract you from the near burnt pan of food in front of him.
“i don’t believe you,” you tease, glancing wearily at your supposed dinner. knowing damn well that he’d be on his way to pick something up in the next half an hour.
he leaves his station, faux-angry stare on his face as he leans on your knees, “you won’t be having any of this if you’re gonna keep being rude.”
the buzzer interrupts before you can insult his skill, or lack thereof, any longer.
eddie frowns towards the door, “i’ll get it,” trying hard to palm the cooking onto you.
“no no,” you hop down from the counter, “you try not to burn anything else and i’ll get it,” already out of the kitchen before he can protest.
the door opens to a man you’ve never seen before, glasses and crazy hair accompanying his toothy grin. those two goons eddie has to babysit sometimes are stood behind, looking as foolish as ever with their hands over their chests.
“ah! just the woman i wanted to see,” he beams, pointing into the apartment, “can i come in?”
“i’m sorry- who are you?”
but before the maniacal man can answer, eddie begins from behind, “let him in,” voice full of regret, you had wished you’d never hear it again.
you open the door wider, watching as they file in to the apartment. dumb and dumber barely able to walk on their own two feet without tripping over each other.
your eyes meet eddie’s but you can’t place whatever it is he’s trying to say. a look of warning maybe, hesitance and slight fear in his usually soft eyes. you’d figured it was something to do with his work, maybe the scene you had walked into those few weeks ago.
“have a seat,” the man smiles, gesturing towards the sofa.
they sit strategically, boxing you into the empty seat in between those two idiots. forcing you apart, a twisted mind game you wanted no part of.
eddie looks wracked with worry, sitting in the empty seat next to the other man. you want to jump up, order them to leave and do this some other time.
“i’m murray,” the man announces, staring right into your soul, “i work with eddie here.. for.. what is it? seven years now?” thumping eddie on the back.
he nods, chewing on his lower lip, choosing to stare at the floorboards rather than you, which stings a little.
“anyway! i didn’t come to small talk, i’m sure you two are very busy with whatever it is you young people do in your free time,” murray scrunches his nose, returning his heavy gaze to you. “i have a problem, you see, i’m a salesman, i sell things and to sell things, i have to get my product to different places,” nodding along with his words.
your eyes flit between him and eddie, figuring out exactly what he was asking.
“so,” he begins again, leaning forward, elbows pressed to his knees, “i need you to take it there,” not looking at eddie or either of the two losers beside you.
you. he was looking at you.
eddie interjects, “no, absolutely not,” jaw clenched taut, his fists balled by his sides.
“i didn’t ask you,” murray spits back.
you can see eddie’s chest heaving, anger bubbling through his body.
“where?”
their eyes fall back to you, eddie blinking rapidly. it’s like he can’t believe you’d ever agree to something so stupid.
“well all you’d have to do is take.. a bag down to.. mexico.”
“-mexico?” eddie interrupts again, jumping forward in his seat.
murray’s face turns to confusion, “is that not what i said? jeff! is that not what i said?”
jeff nods along, “that’s what you said,” like a creepy puppet doll, obeying his master.
“she can’t.. mexico, murray? that’s too far-”
“and why can’t she, eddie?” turning to face your boyfriend, a stern glare plastered firmly on his face, “i’m not hearing any objections from her, so what’s your problem?”
eddie looks up, catching your eye, chewing on the inside of his cheek. he’s swallowing whatever objection he has contained on his tongue. but you’re not stupid.
you either do this or your life gets very complicated, you’d seen enough movies to know that men like murray don’t fuck around.
“okay,” you say meekly, holding eddie’s gaze in hope that he’ll understand, that he knows you well enough now to know that you’re agreeing for both of your sakes.
“great,” murray beams, “my cousin has an apartment down there, you can stay a few days.. enjoy the scenery, whatever i don’t care,” ignoring eddie’s huffs of defiance.
you don’t remember a lot of what he says next, talking about the drop and other insignificant details. eddie volunteers to head down before you, wait for you in mexico to ensure everything goes to plan, which you appreciate.
they get up to leave while you’re still sat weighing up your decision and how badly this could end. eddie walks them to the door, glad to see them gone.
murray yanks him out of the door, tight grip onto his arm, “you wanna buy her a nice shiny ring?” glowering directly into his face, “or a big house so you can knock her up a couple’a times before you give this all up? hmm?”
eddie swallows, adams apple bobbing nervously in his throat. but nods, because he does want that. it’s all he’s wanted since he met you.
“then you’ll do whatever i tell you to do, okay?” face only mere inches away, “this is how you get those things.”
eddie doesn’t say a word as he stomps back in, heading straight for his bedroom without so much as a glance toward you.
his cold shoulder cuts deep, wedging a lump into your throat. you did this for him, for both of you. it wasn’t as if you had much choice between going to mexico or losing eddie.
you creep into the silent room what felt like hours later, heart aching for just a hint of reassurance.
he’s sat on the bed, facing the window, back to the door. you don’t want to startle him but feel absolute desperation to talk to him.
“eddie?” speaking quietly into the room.
he sighs, shoulders relaxing at the sound of your voice.
“i’m sorry if i said the wrong thing.. i was just trying to help,” blinking away the sharp tears threatening to spill.
you linger in the doorway, wary of the thick cloud of tension that had settled over the apartment.
“i’m not.. angry at you,” standing at last, turning to face after an eternity apart. he slinks over, ashamed of his own actions, he had never wanted to make you feel like this. “i didn’t want you to get involved in all this shit,” shaking his head as he walks over, throwing his arms around your sunken shoulders, “i don’t wanna lose you.”
you rest your cheek on his chest, slinging your arms tight around his waist, “you’re not going to,” and you meant it.
- eddie’s pov -
eddie has nearly thrown up at least twenty times since he’d left you for the airport.
he was going to land in mexico a couple hours before you hopefully arrived.
the plane journey is long, his only thoughts being you. if you were safe. if you’d made it onto the plane or not. watching the clock, waiting to just land and be one step closer to knowing.
murray had swindled his friend into letting you stay at his place for a few days, a large villa not too far from the airport. it’s warm and he’s sweating through his clothes, dumping his bag on the floor without a care in the world.
stepping out onto the balcony and lighting a cigarette whilst simultaneously trying his hardest not to hyperventilate. you should be on the plane by now, somewhere 3000 miles above, safe and sound.
squishing all of the echoing thoughts of what if or the images of you in a cell somewhere in mexico. it does nothing for the churning in his stomach, tossing the half-finished cigarette off into the distance somewhere.
eddie is restless, buzzing around the house as he waits rather impatiently for you to waltz through the door.
you should be here by now. the blazing sun finally setting in the sky, though he’s still sweating.
the clock ticks loudly, as if it were taunting him. every second you’re not here, he descends further into his despair, heart pounding as he paces the creaking floorboards.
a short wrap at the door makes him jump but he wastes no time in answering it, throwing the door open to find a strangely docile and calm version of you. polar opposite to how he had spent the last few hours.
“oh my god,” breathing a sigh of relief, unable to stop himself from lifting you from the ground, spinning around the warm evening air as you shriek.
you’re still elevated when he puckers his lips, attacking any skin he could get ahold of. a chorus of high pitched squeals and giggles coming from above, sending his heart into a frenzy.
“put me down,” you order, whacking him on the back, right between the shoulder blades.
he does as he’s told, still clinging onto your waist, fearing you’ll just slip away again. he felt a thousand pounds lighter, to see you, hold you again after only a few hours.
“you’re okay? how was it? did anyone stop you?” going a million miles at once, keeping you at arms length as he examines your face.
“it was fine,” you chuckle, your nonchalance a little unsettling, “nobody even looked at me,” shrugging your shoulders as if you hadn’t just smuggled a kilo of cocaine over the border.
“jesus christ,” eddie exhales, cupping your cheek in his hand, “you’re not doing that again, i’ll kill him if he asks,” he thinks he might just kill him anyway. his heart had nearly given out a hundred times, hell would freeze over before he ever let murray do something so stupid again.
“okay okay,” you brush past eddie, fed up already of his incessant coddling, marvelling at the view outside the apartment.
he slings your bag over his shoulder, joining you at the window, “nice, isn’t it?” knocking his elbow gently into your side.
he’d already envisioned how he would have you bent over the balcony later.
“let’s go out tonight,” looking toward him with your sparkly eyes, “i want to celebrate not getting arrested.”
eddie’s head lulls to the side, trying to hide his disappointment. “do we have to?” grabbing your waist to pull you closer, brazenly attempting to get you to stay here.
“yes,” you order, palms flat on his chest, “if you love me, you’ll go.”
-
you’re squished into the tiny booth, legs draped over eddies thighs as people come and go all around. he’s not interested in anything else going on in the busy bar, just you.
sharing lazy kisses between drinks, his hand resting on your thigh, ever so slowly inching upwards.
eddie hadn’t even wanted to leave the house, hoping you’d spend three days fucking your way around the furniture.
instead, you’d somehow convinced him to go out. though he couldn’t resist when you stepped out with that tiny dress on, sitting perfectly on your hips.
your nose brushes against his, breathing in the thick air that sat between you. the room could very well be ablaze right now, but eddie wouldn’t even notice. too consumed with you, palming at the inside of your thigh as his eyes gaze into yours.
“‘m gonna get a drink,” he breathes, squeezing your thigh before shifting your legs back to the floor.
he dares to look back when he reaches the bar, eyes immediately drawn to the six foot something adonis now lingering by the booth.
eddie wasn’t particularly jealous or insecure, secure in the fact that you were his and nothing would change that. but he couldn’t help but let a little envy seep into his eyes.
a fire burning in his stomach at the sight of you chittering away to this stranger. you weren’t a stranger to attention, not one to shy away. so why should you now?
he grits his teeth on the walk back over, grip tightening around the glasses, prepared to smash them over this pricks head.
“who’s this?” painting on his fakest smile, sliding back into the booth next to you.
you glance at eddie, just long enough for him to see that terrible glint in your eye. preparing for trouble.
“this is..” reaching out for the strangers arm, “sorry, what was your name again?” batting your lashes, an act eddie was used to and yet, still detested.
“alejandro,” the man purrs, taking your hand in his.
eddie resists the urge to jump across the table and wring his neck. biting on his cheek rather than letting what he really wants to say out.
“alejandro,” you echo, all starry eyed.
he’s not going to play up to it, well aware that you don’t actually give a shit about the chiseled man. you just want a reaction from eddie, maybe throw his weight around a little so you could reward him later.
you look back at eddie, pouting a little when he doesn’t give you what you want. confusion plagues your expression before you quickly drop the man’s hand, displeased with the reaction, or lack thereof, you had been given so far.
“it was nice to meet you,” eddie nods, shooing him away without so much as a look at you.
he slinks away, leaving the two of you sat in uncomfortable silence. taking careful sips of his drink, calculating his next move as he was sure you would also be doing.
“d’you wanna go home?” you pry, attempting to snake your arm around his though he doesn’t budge.
“do you?”
your eyes flash with hurt only momentarily until a lightbulb flickers and you realise getting him home means one step closer to getting what you’re fiending after.
“yeah.”
eddie nods, standing from the booth, “lets go then,” more so barking his order rather than asking.
and you’d follow along like a dumb little dog because the result was always always worth the temporary wait.
-
eddie’s a smart man, at least sometimes.
he’s wise to your games and refuses to rise to it. flopping onto the bed, watching as you dance around the room, antsy and eager for his reaction.
his hands are itching to touch you, enjoying every last second of you flitting about, the anxious eye contact as you get ready for bed.
you’ve just about had enough when he doesn’t react to your new pyjamas. not even a nod of acknowledgement. nada. nothing.
“eds,” you huff, jutting your bottom lip out as far as it’ll go, “is that it? you’re not even gonna talk to me?”
he pulls his eyes from the window, containing his smirk. you’re putty in his hands and you don’t even know it, falling right into his trap.
“what? i’m talking to you right now?”
the mattress dips as you climb on top, “you’re being weird.”
“i’m not being weird?”
your nostrils flare, tired of his silly little act. taking matters into your own hands by clambering onto his lap, perching atop of his thighs.
“stop being a dick and touch me,” you pout, practically begging for an inch of his attention. your hands grab onto his, placing them on your waist in an attempt to make him do something.
eddie weighs up his options, deciding that pushing your buttons one last time would make everything all the more worthwhile.
he lets his arms flop back into the bed, sighing softly, “baby, i’m tired,” jutting his chin to the sky, urging himself to not just toss you onto the bed and pound you into the mattress.
he hadn’t anticipated your reaction, climbing from his legs to stand beside him, “maybe alejandro would touch me,” you spit, turning to stomp out of the room as if he wouldn’t chase you to the ends of the earth.
eddie jumps up, bounding after you to grab your waist, pulling you back toward the bed with a squeak.
“too fuckin’ bad he’s not going to then, isn’t it?” pinning you between his body and the mattress. “you gonna stop being a little bitch?”
he hates that you’re not even mad, wild eyes glinting in the dim light, as you nod, chewing on your bottom lip.
“huh? you gone shy on me all of a sudden?”
your head shakes, stars in your eyes and absolutely any thought drained from your pretty little head. “beg for it,” he barks, nose just barely brushing against yours.
“please,” you gulp, fire burning in your stomach, at mercy to his touch.
eddie stands up straight, pulling your body down the bed by the legs, hips banging against your heat, groaning at the contact.
“hmm,” he hums, manoeuvring your thighs onto his shoulders, “i can’t hear you sweetheart,” palming at the doughy skin as his hands trail upwards.
“please eddie,” you whine, guiding his hands back down, aching for them to slide between your legs. “i need you,” rutting your hips with every grope and grab he allows.
his boxers strain against your silky pyjama shorts, the utter desperation dripping from your throat makes him crazy, electricity buzzing through his bloodstream.
he’s addicted to you. the way you feel, the way you smell, the way your body keens and melts for him.
“fuck,” lips vibrating against your neck, “stop playing those stupid games with me,” though quite honestly, he did enjoy the little chase routine you guys had curated.
you nod, arching your hips to allow him to slip your shorts down, working them down and off onto the floor. his hands slithering back up over the soft skin until his hand rests comfortably on your thigh.
eddie would love to toy around with you a little bit longer but his dick was starting to ache against his boxers with every not-so-subtle move of your hips.
he stands up straight, tugging the cotton down his thighs, the elastic resting just beneath his heavy balls.
his fingers slide between your slick folds, disappearing inside your cunt, pulling the strangled moan from your lips with every dip of his fingers.
“look at you,” he purrs, though he knows you’ll make no effort to actually look, “so pretty for me,” admiring your pussy, pupils near enough heart shaped.
his knees dig into the mattress, hovering above as his fingers grip onto your hips, sinking in to your cunt with a hoarse groan.
you cry out, grateful for him giving you what you had begged for at long last. hands flailing about for something to grab, fingers twisting around the soft cotton blanket, pulling the sheets from the bed.
eddie’s hands roam all over, palming your breasts and then back down to your calves, keeping them firmly balanced on his chest.
“fuck baby,” he coos, forcing himself to go slow, savour the feeling. you’re insatiable like this, sprawled out on the mattress, head thrown back, full of nothing.
hand disappearing between your legs as his thumb circles your neglected clit, watchful eyes lapping up your every move your body makes in response to him.
he’d never believed in all that soulmate shit before meeting you but now he couldn’t fathom the idea of ever being with anyone other than you. two people made to fit together by some grace of god.
your thighs cramp around his wrist, keeping his hand firmly there while you writhe around.
your eyes squeeze shut, eddie can already feel you clench around him, “you gonna cum already?” he teases, what kind of boyfriend would he be if not to mock you.
“n-no,” you gasp, fingers intertwined with the white sheets surrounding your head.
the headboard knocks gently against the wall with every thrust of his hips, the cool midnight breeze seeping in through the open window though it does nothing to stop eddie’s brow from sweating.
you snap, coming undone all around him, melodic moans filling the room, somewhere tangled between his low grunts and the filthy sounds of your bodies meeting.
“good girl,” he coos, reaching up to hold your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look up at him.
your eyes glossy with tears, lips puffy and swollen when your hand wraps around his wrist, struggling to hold eye contact as his thrusts continue.
biting down on your bottom lip, becoming a puddle of nothingness right before his eyes.
“sh-shit,” you mewl, his thumb still circling your clit, pulling you straight back to orgasm.
eddie leans over, pressing his dripping chest to yours as his hand slinks down to your neck, loosely squeezing the skin all while your lips meet in a hazy, messy kiss.
“one more.. for me,” he pants into your mouth, burying himself inside of your cunt, filled to the hilt.
only responding with a drawn out wail, clinging onto his cheeks for a little levity. his cock nudging your sweet spot. tipping you closer and closer to the edge once more.
“fu-uck,” you pant, sucking on his bottom lip. he can feel you tighten around him, thighs drawing him in. “cum in me,” babbling nonsense into his mouth.
there’s no way he can think clearly, too utterly lovesick with your pussy for any critical thought to seep in. it was a bad idea, his gut told him as much.
but at the end of it all, he’d give you what you wanted. no matter what.
“you want that? hmm?” breathing through his teeth.
your head nods enthusiastically, bleary eyes meeting again, sweat mixing with your tears of overstimulation and exhaustion.
disgusting and erotic all at once.
eddie can feel your legs begin to quiver around him, pretty little mouth falling slack, threatening to swallow him whole.
“ohmygod,” you rush, chest heaving rapidly as your eyes flutter shut.
eddie near enough chokes on the thick air, a pitiful final few thrusts before filling your cunt. a decision he’d regret in the morning but made perfect sense for right now.
he grunts, the air knocked from his lungs at the immense, earth-shattering feel of you and your body enveloping him.
tendrils of his hair come loose from the haphazard bun he had thrown up, covering your pretty, dewy face.
“‘s that what you wanted?” balancing carefully on his elbows, carefully brushing your hair from your sticky forehead.
“yes,” grinning wearily, your hand gentle as it now lay on his cheek.
“you’re gonna be the death of me, y’know?”
“mhm,” you hum in agreement, fingers delicately weaving into his hair, “just don’t die before we get married.”
his smile fades, fingers poised as they tuck your hair behind your ear, “are you saying you wanna get married?” completely prepared to slide down onto one knee right here and now.
your nail traces carefully over the scar on his cheek, gazing lovingly into his eyes, “obviously,” pausing momentarily, “you still have to ask me properly though.”
eddie’s laugh bubbles over, burying his face into your chest, wondering how long after this conversation he’d have to wait to ask and just how much he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life right here, next to you.
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✧.* just for one night; yjh
for jeonghan's birthday he teased the gift he wanted wrapped in a pretty bow this time was you. little did he know that his joke would turn into his favorite present.
𐦍 paring: jeonghan x reader.
𐦍 genre: romance, bad humor, fluff, "friendly" date.
𐦍 warnings: drinking, s3xy times, swearing, smut, minors dni, reader has female genitalia.
𐦍 word count: 2.0k
𐦍 content: non-idol characters, food/drink, cursing, slightly- suggestive, pet names, afab! reader.
𐦍 note: I meant to post this on 1004 but.. maybe forgot to queue it LMAO. this wasn't intended to go this way and I don't rlly write smut often (or read it often tbh) so pls all my baddies who read and write smut give me feedback. (pls) lolol. anyway!! enjoy kk. ily.
It was that time again, time to find a gift for a friend who had nearly everything. Scouring around shops and market places, trying to find something special that had any meaning to the two of you. Sure, you could buy a lux gift or a fancy dinner, but that was basic and well beyond the things Jeonghan had given you.
You scroll back through texts and posts over the last few birthdays you had spend celebrating him, stumbling across a photo that gave you a good idea. You were sitting on his lap as he blew out his birthday candle. After that wish was put into the universe you recall his lips coming so close to your ear his lips were almost making contact with your pierced lobes.
“All I want next year is you wrapped in a pretty bow.”
Maybe he wouldn’t remember that wish, but you did. It was silly and stupid, but your friend did always know what he wanted and wasn’t shy to ask for it.
You sprinted to the stationary store in order to find a big pink bow in under thirty minutes, so you could make it back to your apartment where Jeonghan was meeting you before his big night out with all of his friends. The options were endless, a sea of glitter, metallic, curling, satin, but you decided to be simple, just a large bound pink ribbon.
After an overwhelming time spent pondering over pink fabric, you made it home with ten minutes to spare. Lacing yourself up from your sneakers, to your hair, your bag, even a dainty piece wrapped around your neck as a finishing touch just as the doorbell rang, you told him to open up where he found you laced in pink, wearing a black dress, holding a cupcake flame ablaze.
“Happy Birthday, Hannie.”
A smile creeped in as he came close to blow his candle out looking at the pink adorned ribbon tied all over you, he remembered.
“My present I presume?”
His fingers pointed towards you, again smiling from ear to ear like he couldn’t believe you remembered his wish.
“Think I’d forget?”
“You tend to forget your own name while drinking, so yes. I love it.”
Jeonghan’s hands reached to run his hands over the ribbon in your hair, pausing before he touched the one on your neck.
“So this means you’re mine for the night?”
“Your wish is my command, birthday boy. Should we go?”
“You know when I wished for you to be my present, I meant much more than you wearing bows right?”
You huffed, watching his eyes still on your neck.
“I did. I really will oblige any wish, as long as it’s legal and safe.”
“No promises, babe. Let’s go.”
Walking hand in hand into Jeonghan’s not so surprise party was not out of the norm for you, you’ve always been the type of friend that clung to close, even for your own comfort. Something seemed to linger in the air around you as a pair.
“Mind getting me a cocktail? I’m going to go say hi to the guys and thank them.”
“Again, here to please. Vodka Cran or G&T?”
“Gin, please.”
With a small salute as a send off you walked into a line behind three other partygoers in line.
“Y/n? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in pink before?”
The voice was Joshua’s coming from behind you. He wrapped his right arm around your shoulders in a half hug greeting you hello.
“Really? Well, it's for Jeonghan’s gift. Last year he wished that I gift him myself, so here I am adorned in pink ribbon.”
“You really took him up on that? You are one good friend.”
“I know that you're thinking it's probably a mistake, you’re right.”
“Na, he’d never hurt you or let anyone else. He likes you far too much.”
Your eyes rolled now facing the bartender and placing the matching drink order before turning back to Joshua.
“Come find me later okay? I need a Shua Hong dance for my payment for being Jeonghan’s bitch for the night.”
“It's the least I can do.”
Hours passed by just as quickly as alcohol entered your system, you haven’t left the side of your male counterpart for hours, he wouldn’t let you slide away other than grabbing more drinks or running to the ladies room.
Your buzz is far more prominent now. Jeonghan’s hands slid to the lower half of your body, resting between your bare skin and the hem of your dress and your heart followed along to the beat of the edm music playing over the club loudspeakers.
“Dance with me, pretty?”
His eyes burning a hole into your head, you obliged, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him into the center of the purple lights and faux fog.
Jeonghan’s hands found a comfortable spot resting on your hips as you twisted around placing your back onto his chest, grinding slowly to the song.
This proximity between you has never existed, while you’re touchy or clingy the feeling from the warmth of his pants's friction on your upper thighs made you feel differently about your so called friend.
Thoughts swirled in your brain as you turned back to be face to face with his plump lips and siren like eyes. A hand, that same hand that was resting comfortably on your lower half snaked its way up to your neck, the ribbon placed there was now further from your skin as his fingers laced their way under it.
“You want to know what else I wished for?”
You opened your mouth to speak, no words formed other than some incoherent ones that sounded like soft moaning.
“I wished that you’d be my present forever, not just for the night. I can’t let anybody else get this gift.”
Your hands reached from the nape of his neck to the side of his face, trying to give him a clue that you wanted him as badly as he wanted you.
“Come home with me?”
He placed a small peck onto your cheek, nearing the site of your lips that so badly wanted to feel the crash of his on them.
The whole ride back in your taxi, your hands rubbed up his thigh. He knew you looked nervous, but also that you would tell him if anything made you uncomfortable.
Truth be told he was nervous too. This was a line he never thought would be crossed. Jeonghan knew for years that he wanted you and only you for that matter, but he waited for the perfect moment to be put in your hands.
Saying a quick thank you to your driver, you basically sprinted into his place, not even having a second to throw your jacket and bag down at his front door before you had your back against his white walls in the dark.
The sense of urgency to kiss you was obvious. A near feral feeling. He tasted like cherries and gin as he kissed you quickly, helping you out of your outerwear and pulling you into his apartment that was only lit by the beautiful view of the city below.
“Help me?”
Your voice came out as a whimper, turning your back to him as an indication you needed help out of your dress.
His cold hands wrapped around the zipper of your dress running a finger down your spine as it unzipped.
“Wow.”
His confidence suddenly washing away as he looked at your semi naked body only wearing a matching pink slip dress to the color of your bows and a pair of matching panties below.
“Dressed up for me too?”
“Nope. Just like to match.”
The ‘P’ of your nope popped onto his face and a devious smile appeared.
“Don’t be bad, gifts shouldn’t talk back to their owner.”
His hands found his way to the place they didn’t seem to leave all night, your hips as he placed you down onto his fresh sheets.
“Sorry, Hannie.”
“It’s okay, just be a good girl."
You nodded as he began kissing you starting at your lips and followed a trail all the way down to your sternum.
“You know the best part about gifts is opening them.”
Jeonghan’s fingers now wrapped around the waistband of your underwear as he slowly pulled them down below your knees, around your ankles and onto the floor.
A pause from kissing came as his pointer and middle finger entered into your mouth and prompted you to spit on them so he could rub circles onto your clit before entering another space he had never been to before. His first finger came in slowly penetrating you softly, when he saw you getting needy his second entered and the beats became more rapid as he used his tumb to rub circles around your much more sensitive sweet spot.
Your moaning became louder, reminding him of your voice yelling over the sound of the music in the club as you reached your first orgasm of the night.
Sitting up now watching as Jeonghan places the same two fingers that were inside of you into his mouth, savoring every last drop of the finish you had because of him, you crawled onto you knees now prompting him for some pleasure.
Undoing the button and zipper of his pants, letting him and his cock catch their breath before going down on him. You placed soft kisses along the pale skin of his stomach, making sure to nip his skin in between as you make your way down his torso. Just as you reach the waistband of his boxers, a hand comes to cup the hard thing lying beneath.
“Wanted me that bad huh?”
Jeonghan, now dethroned from his previous position of power, just groaned as a beg to have your mouth wrapped around his pulsing cock.
“I’ve wanted you forever.”
Hearing his breathless moans you released your hands from his cock and finished unwrapping yourself for him, leaving that small pink ribbon tied around your neck, before going back down to kiss your lips at the tip of his dick.
As your hands and mouth worked their way around in unison all over his engorged flesh, it takes only a few minutes for him to fill the dirty mouth that was teasing him just before.
“Didn’t take you for such a lightweight, Yoon.”
“Shut the fuck up and please get on top of me.”
Your legs came to straddle around his still sensitive cock as you teased your entrance.
“Someone’s so needy.”
“Someone is supposed to be doing far less talking and far more fucking.”
His arms pulled you down fearlessly so your lips could fall back into place and also so he could shut you up while you finally let him inside of you.
“Fuck, I didn’t expect you to be so tight.”
Jeonghan knew he wouldn’t last long being inside of you, not because you were tight, but because of the way he felt about you and how much he dreamed about watching your breasts bouncing as they hovered over his face while he fucked you.
“I- Uh, Fuck.”
“You what, pretty? Can’t handle me? Can't it last long? Want me to fill you up as you ride me?”
“Yes, yes, all of it. Please, Hannie.’"
As his hips pounded their way onto yours, both of you running out of stamina maybe due to the alcohol or maybe the adrenaline reached your climax near the same time.
“Can you come inside me, please?”
You were practically begging him to mark you and since you looked so pretty he couldn’t say no to you.
With the two of you now finished, his cock still inside of you. Jeonghan placed soft kisses on your lips.
“I don’t want this to stop.”
His hands came to untie the pink fabric now slightly wet from your shared bodily fluids.
“Me either. I love you, you know?”
You lifted your body off of him, now under his covers with your hands placed on his chest.
“I love you too, Happy Birthday.”
“Be my present forever, okay?”
“Okay, handsome.”
And with another year gone, Jeonghan finally got the birthday present he truly wanted. You.
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The Perfect Blend
Modern!Alpha!Levi Ackerman x Omega!GN!Reader || Tea Shop AU
Word count: 6.3k
So this is the first fic I’ve written in a while, and I cannot remember the last time I actually watched AoT. But my thirst for Levi can never be tamed. I hope this does him some justice. Also, I’m on my iPad. So the formatting may be a little weird.
Companion Art: [1] [2]
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The Stem and Spine was the shiney new bookstore/tea shop opening on the corner on Prescott and Main. It seemed like ages since anyone had tried opening a store there. It was such a quaint spot. The historical building had detailed moldings, uneven red bricks, and chipped, dark blue paint. Six large, angled windows gave a panoramic view out to the bustling streets in your little college town.
It was the perfect spot to stop, drink tea, and people watch.
You were looking forward to opening day. You’d spent months crawling through every bookshop, online and in person, as well as every thrift shop trying to find one specific book. No one seemed to know of it’s existence. So you were silently begging the universe to cut you a break and let this new bookshop carry what you were looking for.
You’d only recently discovered their grand opening. An awkward omega gave you a flier. They were handing them out as people were leaving the grocery store. You were really excited, but maybe that was your inner bookworm talking.
Since the shop was right down the road, you decided to walk there on opening morning. You weren’t really expecting any sort of crowd. All of the college kids had gone home for the summer, so the streets had emptied out some. You enjoyed how quiet the summers were. So the long, winding line leading from the door of Stem and Spine was definitely a surprise.
You didn’t need to look for the book that badly. You could come in a month or so when things had died down some. You were going to head back home when you heard the people by you talking:
“I heard the guy running this place is hot as fuck,” said one.
“Did you hear what that girl in our study group said?” asked the other. The first shook their head. “Apparently his scent is like, super strong.”
The friend grinned, running their tongue over their teeth. “I can‘t wait to find out.”
Oh no, you mentally groaned then took a nice deep breath. The scents came one right after the other. A mangled mash up of pheromones. This line was almost entirely betas and omegas. And they were here for that alpha. You were never going to be able to shop there at this rate! As an omega yourself, you just knew they all would come from miles around until this guy was claimed.
You decided it was better to queue up, then maybe you’d actually get a chance to set foot inside. You waited for hours. You were sure those ahead of you would linger as long as possible and try to make an impression. That meant everyone had to stand in line longer.
By the time employees came down the line and told people they were closing for the night, your feet were killing you and your phone battery was nearly dead. All day and you’d only gotten a quarter of the way to the door! You could still see the spot you’d started from. A few people tried to get rowdy, complaining it was unfair that they’d been waiting all day. But their steam fizzled when employees threatened to call the police.
For two weeks, you checked the line for Stem and Spine. Day after day the line seemed to get longer. You saw a lot of returning faces, they must’ve been desperate. You even saw a handful of people getting escorted out by police! You also heard more and more rumors about what everyone was lining up for.
I heard he’s one of those hot, stoic types. I’d love to break him.
I heard that if you’re a beta or omega, just the guy’s scent is enough to make you jizz in your pants.
I heard he doesn’t like needy omegas, good thing I’m not like the others.
I heard he’s starting an entire harem - I’d love to be a part of that!
This is my eighth time going. I swear, I’m on the verge of making him my mate!
The rumors went on and on, getting more and more absurd. You wondered what this guy was really like, if he was really worth all of this. You weren’t interested, you just wanted a book! If anything, this was annoying. You figured it was probably annoying for him too, especially if he just wanted to do his job and not have to worry about anyone throwing themselves at him.
Finally, on a Sunday afternoon, you were able to set foot in Stem and Spine. It was quiet. No three block long line in sight. Sure, it was still busy but these people actually wanted books. They were all glued to the shelves, actually talking about books, and showing each other covers.
Inside was better than you’d imagined it. Everything was cream, gold, crimson, and navy blue. In one half was the tea shop. There were shelves of tea and accessories that lined the walls; loose leaf, prepackaged, diffusers, tea pots, honey sticks, spoon rests. As well as a long barista counter that had a large chalkboard and sizable drink list that was nothing but tea. There were a small handful of metal tables and chairs, and you remembered seeing some outside with umbrellas as well.
The other half of the store was the bookshop. There was row after row of books. Mostly fiction from your first glance. There were also displays for local authors and a shelf of new arrivals. You couldn’t wait to spend the day combing through. The entire vibe was cozy and the scent of jasmine wafting around was relaxing. You did wonder, however, how you were able to get in. Had the alpha been claimed? You didn’t smell anything overwhelming.
“Aaawwww, what do you mean he’s not here?!” You heard a girl whine. You were just starting on the second row of books.
“Mr. Ackerman isn’t here,” said the employee, irritation clear in their voice. “And no, I don’t know if he’ll be back today.”
The girl groaned loudly, but you didn’t hear her complain anymore. You figured she must’ve left. You wondered if she was the one who’d managed multiple visits.
“This has really gotten out of hand,” you heard the employee down the aisle say. They’d been stocking more books. “Great for sales, though.”
“That bad?” you asked. The employee looked at you, she looked tired. Her name tag read Mikasa.
“You have no idea,” she sighed. “I like working here. Levi is my cousin and a great boss, but these fangirls have just been too much. You’d think the fact that he ignores them would be a turn off. But they just keep coming.”
You didn’t realize you’d spent your whole afternoon in Stem and Spine until Mikasa came around to give you a five minute heads up. You were disappointed you didn’t find what you were looking for. But you still managed to find a couple hidden gems you were excited about. Maybe what you wanted was just too obscure.
You brought your books to the counter. As they rang you up, you noticed a clip board with a paper that read What Books Would You Like to See at Stem and Spine? Under that was a long list of handwritten titles and author names. You quickly scribbled down the book you were looking for. At least now there was a chance for it to appear.
Over the next month, you managed two visits to Stem and Spine every week. You and the employees actually started to recognize each other. You also started to see titles you recognized from the list. The mysterious Mr. Ackerman, however, still managed to escape your sight. Every time you went, there was a small posse outside just trying to grab a whiff.
It wasn’t until your first visit of the following month that you finally laid eyes on him. You’d just finished a series and were looking to start a new one. So you wandered over to the new arrivals section. You’d been there about half an hour when a heavy wave of lavender hit you. It filled your head, murking up your thoughts. You figured this had to be him, and the rumors were true - his scent was another beast entirely.
You shook your head to focus your thoughts. You liked this store, so this was something you were going to have to get used to if you wanted to keep shopping there. But you were also extremely concerned - if he was here, then that long line and hoard of omegas and betas would be too. You wanted to leave, but you were stuck between two books with money only for one.
You probably should’ve noticed the scent getting stronger. But you were so focused on reviewing the synopsis on both and thumbing through that you were oblivious. You didn’t wake from your stupor until there was a flutter of movement beside you. You glanced to your left to see a dark haired man in a white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He set down the few boxes he was carrying.
This man, you realized, was where the lavender wall had come from. This was the infamous Levi Ackerman, owner of Stem and Spine. Mikasa had told you a bit about him in previous weeks. You liked talking to her whenever you came in.
“It’s rude to stare,” he said in a surprising tenor. His back was still to you. You cursed under your breath and turned back to the shelf. That was one way to embarrass yourself. You began musing between the books in your hands again.
After a long moment of silence, a voice said, “I’d pick the one in your right hand.”
You looked over to meet a bored pair of silver eyes. “What?”
“I’ve read them both. The book in your right hand was far more interesting.”
“Oh cool,” you said slowly. “Thanks. I would’ve been here for ages.”
You quickly placed the other one back in its place and scuttled away. You were just going to have to take his word for it. You didn’t want to hover anymore than you had. At the front, they packaged up your book and you were swiftly out the door.
Levi had been right, the book was very good and you were excited that there were four more books to follow with a movie planned. The next time you tried to go to Stem and Spine it was packed again. There was a line down the block and you just didn’t have the time to wait. Your shift at work started soon, and all you’d wanted to do was thank him for the recommendation.
You decided to head straight to work instead. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long to see the bookstore owner again. The wall of lavender hit you before you saw him. You watched everyone around you turn to stare. It didn’t seem to phase him in the least.
Levi came to the counter and briefly talked with your coworker, who couldn’t seem to keep a straight face. When they disappeared to look for someone, Levi waited at the counter. This was probably going to be weird, but you really did want to thank him for helping you find a new series you absolutely loved.
“Hey,” you started, the book in your hand. He glanced at you briefly. “I, uh. You probably don’t remember me, but you recommended this book to me last week. And I, uh, I just wanted to say thank you. It was really good.”
“I told you it was better,” he stated. “I remember the other one you had - the author writes shit. It doesn’t have any good character development and there were a few glaring plot holes.”
“Oh, that’s good to know - I’ll definitely take that off my reading list.” You laughed awkwardly, carefully tucking the book away in your bag. “I was, uh, I was going to stop by the shop earlier. See if you were there - so I could thank you. But that line was just - woo!”
“I’m going to have to do something about that.” You weren’t sure if that was directed at you, but Levi seemed lost in thought.
Your coworker soon came back with someone in tow. They talked for a minute and then Levi and his intoxicating scent were gone. Afterwards, your coworker could not shut up about him. There was no way you were going to tell them about the bookshop.
In the days that followed, the line to get into the shop shrunk. But there was a continuous crowd that flurried around. A few employees you recognized seemed to be doing crowd control.
“I don’t care that you want to see him,” said one. “You don’t actually want a book or tea! It’s clogging up the shop.”
So Levi was doing something about the outrageous line. You were looking forward to being able to shop there again. The employees inside seemed less stressed when you went in and, at least, you weren’t brushing shoulders with anyone.
“Hey, [Name]!” Mikasa called as she spied you. She waved from her spot at the book counter where she was talking with Levi. You waved back at her, accidentally met Levi’s eyes, and then shuffled off into the book aisle to grab the next installment of the series.
You paid for your book, then went over to the tea shop. You didn’t know much about tea, but you figured you might as well start trying the different blends. There was a small display set up that recommended different teas for certain books. Like a nice citrusy Lady Grey to go with Pride and Prejudice.
“I don’t think that tea pairs with your book.”
You knew that voice. You turned to find Levi there with you, hovering, observing as you skimmed through the tea bags. You looked down at the pouch of English Breakfast Tea in your hand.
“You don’t think so?”
“You’ll want a black currant tea.” Levi reached just above your head and pulled down a paper bag with a raven on it. “I’m partial to this one.”
You took the bag, turning it over in your hand. You put the original pouch you grabbed back. Awkwardly, you smiled at him. “Uh, thanks. Guess I’ll go pay for this then.”
You weren’t sure what to make of it, it was probably nothing. But this encounter left you with a strange feeling. There were a few more like that to follow too.
“You’ll want a different tea for that,” he said as you picked up the third book.
“I can’t just make the black currant one?” you asked, baffled.
“Each book has a flavor that it pairs with. This one is more of a mint. If you pick wrong, you'll ruin the whole damn experience.” Levi turned the full power of his eyes on you. You were frozen under them. “Just like each person has their scent. Each scent has something that pairs nicely with it. For example, mine is lavender, yours is more of a sage. The two go well together.”
“Oh,” was all you could manage. That was the first time you felt the little flutter in your chest.
Every time you went to Stem and Spine to purchase a book Levi was there over your shoulder. He’d direct you to whichever tea he felt best went with it. He even started talking about the nuances in the flavors. How the aromatics helped, which shape of tea bag was optimal, ideally how long to steep it for. You became very knowledgeable about tea in the following visits. You were sure you'd be an expert by the time you went to pick up the last book in the series he showed you. But nowhere near as knowledgeable as Levi.
The next time you went, you saw Mikasa at the counter speaking with Levi.
"You can have the days off. Just fill out the request form," Levi said as you walked up to them.
"You're going on vacation soon, Mikasa?" you asked.
She turned her eyes to you. "My mate is going into his rut soon. I always make sure to take those days off to help him with his nest or anything else he needs."
You smiled at her. "That's really thoughtful, Mikasa. I hope, if I find someone, that they're like you."
She raised an eyebrow. "You don't have a mate?"
"No." You shook your head and shrugged.
You could've sworn you caught Mikasa giving Levi a nudge and a sharp look. Levi gave her a brief glare back. Then his eyes turned to you, his gaze relaxed.
"Why?" he asked.
You laughed humorlessly. "No one's ever really stuck around or I broke up with them. One guy tried to get me to sell my book collection. He said that they were just a waste of time and money. So I decided that he was a waste of my time. There's nothing worse than someone who doesn't understand your hobbies."
Levi said nothing but hummed in response.
"Do you have a mate out there in this big wide world, Levi?" you asked.
"No," he spat curtly.
You didn't mean to gape, but you couldn't deny you were shocked. "Really?"
"What?"
"I'm just surprised, ya know? With your strong scent and how handsome you are... I just figured by now someone would have come along. That's all."
Levi looked away from you. "My scent is more trouble than it's worth. All it does is draw shitty little brats."
You chuckled. "I can see that, considering the long line the first month you guys were open. I also noticed the growing wall of banned people. – Well I just came in to grab something really fast before work. My shift starts soon."
The college students were starting back up for the autumn semester. The streets began to fill up with cars of fresh faces, new dreams, and overstuffed suitcases. You had a feeling there'd be a new influx of people at Stem and Spine.
The hunch was correct.
Before you knew it, the store was once again filled wall to wall with people seeking Levi's attention. He seemed increasingly agitated every time you saw him. Then he once again disappeared for a few weeks, causing the crowds to thin.
“I heard the author is writing the final installment,” Mikasa said as she rang you up. “It’s supposed to be out in a few months.”
“Really? I thought this was the last book?” You raised an eyebrow. You weren’t upset, just surprised. The story felt like it could easily be wrapped up in one book. You hoped it wasn’t going to be one of those strangling the plot lines scenarios, where the whole series goes down in flames right at the end.
“Nope, one more.” Mikasa shook her head. “I’m sure Levi will be upset.”
“Does he really like this series?”
“No.”
You met her with a curious gaze. Her eyes gave you nothing in return. You’d never really noticed how similar she and Levi looked until then. Both with silky black hair and unwavering grey eyes.
"I don't smell him around today. I take it he's still in hiding? I guess I'm on my own to find a tea, then," you laughed.
Mikasa handed you your bag, it was brown paper with a dark red book and tea leaf stamped onto it. You had a small collection you kept folded under your sink and used for various things.
"Hey, before you go," Mikasa started. "I'd like to consider us friends."
You nodded and smiled at her. "I'd like to think so."
"So then would you like to hang out when I'm not working? I was thinking about going to see the movie for this, it comes out soon. Would you like to go? I'll buy the tickets."
"That'd be awesome! I can pay you back."
Mikasa laughed, then waved her hand dismissively. "It's no issue, don't worry about it. Give me your number, and we can pick a date."
You exchanged numbers then wandered over to the teashop. You were only a little upset to be tea shopping alone. You were so used to having company. You wondered what type of tea Levi would recommend. You had to admit, you were starting to look forward to your shopping visits more knowing he was there. You were happier to see him than Mikasa most days. You were grateful for your newly formed friendship, so it made you feel a bit guilty. But you couldn’t deny that there was something soothing about listening to Levi’s passion for tea.
You thumbed through the pages of the book. Skimming without trying to spoil anything for yourself. You were just trying to get the feel. What flavor would this book be? Something dark and fruity, like a black currant? Or something a little lighter, more classic like the mint? You settled on an orange bergamot, this would have to work. You paid and then walked over to your job.
About half way through your shift, a familiar tsunami of lavender smacked you in the face. Levi strode casually through the lobby looking bored as ever. He had a bag in his hand. You wondered if he’d been out shopping. You met his gaze, immediately diverting your own back to your paperwork.
“Mikasa said you were in the shop today,” he said, the scent rolling off of him was strange and heavy.
You looked up, getting sucked into those silver pools. “Yeah, I came to get the next book in the series. I figured you were still keeping your distance. - Did you need my help with something? Did you need John again?”
“I wanted to make sure you didn’t pick a shitty tea.”
You scrutinized his face. It held absolutely nothing. He really came all this way to ask what tea you picked? Well, it was just the next street over. But he still had to go out of his way to see you. He didn’t have to do that. Your heart fluttered.
“I skimmed through, but I’m not sure I picked the right one.” You handed over the bag of tea you bought.
Levi rolled his eyes. “Tech, don’t spoil it for yourself, idiot.”
He took the bag, examining it thoroughly. He considered the ingredients for a long moment. You could practically see the cogs turning in his mind. Finally Levi handed it back over to you.
“Interesting choice,” he started. “But it works. I’m impressed.”
“Thanks, I really tried to put your lessons into practice,” you laughed. There was a long stretch of silence. “I suppose you’re probably going back to Stem and Spine, I won’t keep you any longer. But I appreciate you stopping by, I didn’t think you remembered that I worked here.”
Levi stood a moment longer, then placed the bag he’d been carrying on the counter. It was from his store. “I brought this in case you picked wrong. - I’d still like you to have it.”
You stood. “No, I couldn’t -”
“I insist.”
“At least let me lay you for it. Or exchange it for the one I bought!”
Levi was already walking away. “Just take the fucking thing. I picked it out for you.”
Then Levi was gone, but his lavender scent still swam in your head. You took the bag from the counter, peering in to inspect its contents. You were so curious what he picked. You pulled out a white bag of loose leaf tea with a rose stamped on it in pink. The name read The Start of Something Sweet, it was made with strawberries and rose. You couldn’t help but smile a bit to yourself.
Later that night you made yourself a cup using what you remembered of Levi’s impromptu tea lessons. You couldn’t keep the little smile off your face. Not even as you talked with Mikasa about your movie plans. You picked a date two Saturdays away. You were really excited, you could only hope that the movie did any sort of justice.
A few days later, you made another trip to Levi’s store. It was restock day. As usual, you beelined for the new arrivals section. You were disheartened to find your requested book had still not made an appearance. You groaned. Maybe they couldn’t find a distributor either. That’d be just your luck.
“Looking for anything in particular?” Mikasa asked, stopping beside you. “You look disappointed.”
“Yeah,” you sighed. “I’ve been on the hunt for this one book and no one has it. I’ve checked everywhere! I even put it on your recommendations list when you first opened. It’s just getting annoying at this point.”
“Maybe I can track it down for you and get you a rush order?”
You smiled at her gratefully. “You’d do that for me?”
Mikasa shrugged. “It’s no problem. I don’t see why not. What’s Levi going to do? Fire me?”
“Sweet, thank you so much! I’ll text you what I’m looking for.”
“Hey, I’m actually about to go on break. Do you want to go get something to eat with me? You have off today, right?”
You agreed and hovered by the counter while Mikasa grabbed her things from the back. You chatted idly with a few of the other employees. They were complaining about how busy it’s been since school was back in session. You hadn’t been surprised, of course. They did build the town around the university after all.
Once the scent of lavender began wafting in, everyone became tense. You noticed something was off. It was sharper and so sweet it was almost bitter and very dense and heavy. Levi stalked in, looking irritated. He gave a sharp glare to his employees, but didn’t say anything. Instead marching through the door that said employees only on it.
“Something must’ve happened,” said one of the employees you were talking to. “He was in a good mood this morning.”
You wanted to go after him. In fact, your feet even began to pull in his direction on their own. But you stopped yourself, embarrassed. Tea aside - you didn’t know him all that well, after all. The last thing he’d probably wanted was a random omega tailing after him.
You had a thought, a reflection of something he told you - a book and a good cup of tea always made his mood better. He told you in passing, he probably didn’t even remember saying it. You knew you’d seen your favorite book somewhere in the store. With any luck, it was one he hadn’t read. You swept through the shelves, quickly finding it, then went to find a matching tea. You’d already had one in mind. Mikasa emerged just as the cashier was packing it all up for you. You had them wrap it in brown paper.
“Did you find something after all?” she asked.
You felt warm. Did it get hot all the sudden? You looked guiltily at the items in your hands.
“Actually,” you started awkwardly. “These are for Levi.”
“Levi?”
“Yeah, he seemed pretty mad when he came through a few minutes ago. Could you - I don’t know - could you give these to him for me?”
“I think it would be better if you gave them to him yourself, he’s still here.”
Mikasa didn’t give you much of a choice as she steered you towards the door he’d gone through. She forcefully shoved you down a small hallway and into Levi’s office. He was furious when he heard the door open. The sharp scent was even thicker in here, nearly suffocating. But you couldn’t help your overwhelming urge to calm him.
“[Name],” Levi grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose. His eyes were shut tight. “I know you can fucking read, the sign says employees only.”
“They have something for you, don’t be an asshole,” snapped Mikasa.
You thought you heard Levi mutter brat under his breath. He looked up at you, eyeing the items in your hands curiously. You smiled a bit. Avoiding his gaze, you admired how neat his desk was. You were sure, if you had a ruler, that everything would be evenly spaced apart.
“You seemed upset when you came in,” you said, swallowing thickly. “I remembered what you said and thought maybe a book and some tea would help? This one’s my favorite and I picked something that I thought went with it. - I promise I paid for it.”
You placed the items on his desk and slowly backed away. You tried to slip away now that your peace offering had been given. Mikasa, however, wouldn’t let you leave. Levi picked up the book, turning it over his hands. He studied the cover and read the synopsis. Finally, after a long minute, he hummed and turned back to you.
“I haven’t read this one,” Levi said. You stifled a sigh of relief. “You make interesting choices in tea, thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” you said quickly and Mikasa finally let you out the door.
Mikasa didn’t bring up the incident over lunch. You, on the other hand, couldn’t stop thinking about it. Why did you do that? It was incredibly impulsive, but also inappropriate. That was basically the equivalent of screaming out how much he made your heart race and your palms sweat.
You tried not to dwell on it. But over the course of the week, you found yourself reflecting. You had hoped, more than you realized, that he would like what you brought him. You wanted his approval, not just his thanks. But you hadn’t been able to find the time to stop by the store and see if he’d read it. You’d been too busy with work, along with some plans with friends.
The next time you saw Levi was at your work again. He came bearing another bag. You were worried your coworkers would start getting the wrong idea. An alpha giving an omega gifts - how must that have looked to them? Then again, it was awfully presumptuous to think that the bag was for you.
But you were certain that Levi would never court you. Did you want him to, even? You hadn’t put much thought into the idea. But you didn’t hate the thought of getting to know him better. All you knew was what little he’d revealed in your chats while you picked out books and tea. Along with a little of what Mikasa had told you.
“We have to stop meeting like this,” you joked as Levi stepped up to the counter.
There was a certain air about him today. Maybe it was the way he’d slicked his hair back neatly. Or how starched the collar on his shirt was where it came out of his camel colored vest. He even seemed a touch more rested than usual.
Levi placed a bag on the counter. “This is for you.”
You couldn’t stop the sound of delight that came out of your mouth as you took the book out of the bag. It was finally, finally in your hands. After countless hours of fruitless searching, the damn book was finally in your hand.
“Holy shit,” you cried. “You found it! How much do I owe you?”
“It’s on the house this time.” Levi reached in and pulled a small brown pouch out of the bag. He smirked, which sent a chill down your spine. “Cinnamon, something spicy to go with that dirty fucking shit you’re reading.”
You froze mid celebration, oh shit. It was indeed a book with a good chunk of smut in it. Your friend had let you borrow her copy, that’s the only reason you knew about the book in the first place.
“You read it?” your voice came out hoarse.
Levi clicked his tongue. “The important parts, to figure out which blend would go along with it. It’s no wonder you couldn’t find it, no self respecting bookshop carries porn.”
“It’s not porn!”
You were not expecting him to read it. But of course he would only read the spicy scenes. No context to the story or anything else. You were devastated.
“Mhm.” It did not sound like he believed you. With that, Levi turned and began to walk away. He called over his shoulder to have a good day, followed by the pet name they used in the book.
You felt warm all over, tingles chasing from head to toe. You stared after him until he was gone. Then you sat flustered in your seat with your cheek against the cool desk. You could feel a scream burning in the back of your throat. You were so glad there was a half wall so no one could see you.
When you finally got up the nerve to crack open the book you found an envelope. Your name was written in beautiful cursive on the back. Cautiously, you cut it open. Inside was money and a little note in the same scrawl.
I won’t hold this against you. I know your entire taste in literature isn’t trash. Here’s money back for the stuff you gave me. I can see why it’s your favorite.
L. Ackerman
PS. Don’t even fucking think about trying to give the money back.
It was a short note, but it was enough to bring that flutter back. You couldn’t help reading it over and over again.
Before you knew it, movie day was finally upon you. You dressed casually and were so excited that you got to the theater an hour before it started. There was no Mikasa in sight, so you sat on a bench and read. You didn’t start to worry until there was only fifteen minutes before the movie began and she was still nowhere to be seen. Not even a text.
You: Hey, just checking if you’re close by.
Mikasa: Sorry, I’m not going to be able to make it. Enjoy the movie, you’ll have to tell me what I missed.
You groaned. You did not want to see this movie on your own. Though, you supposed it wasn’t so bad. Lots of people went by themselves. You’d just been looking forward to some bonding time with your new friend.
“So this is what that little brat was up to,” said a voice behind you. You turned to find no other than Levi. His scent was just beginning to wrap you up in a field of flowers. He had two travel cups with him, and looked as attractive as ever. No white collared shirt today. That was replaced by casual clothes and tight fitting jeans.
“Mikasa?” you asked, forcing yourself to look away.
He rolled his eyes. “I should’ve known, she didn’t even read the damn thing.”
You stood in silence for a moment. You had to wonder if this was as weird for him as it was for you. You had to admit, you did not see this coming. You could only wonder if he was disappointed to see you there.
You cleared your throat. “Look, you don’t have to watch it with me. We can sit in separate rows -“
“Don’t be stupid. Here.” Levi held out a cup to you. “You didn’t get to read the first book with anything. - Let’s go see if they fucked our shit up.”
Levi grabbed your wrist, tugging towards the direction of your theater. Your skin tingled where he touched you. You weren’t surprised by the amount of stares, but each set of eyes you passed was still unnerving. You were glad to be in your seats where it’d be harder for them.
“I heard they’re already filming the next one,” Levi stated after a few moments. He wasn’t looking at you. He concentrated almost too hard on the screen, you thought he was going to bore holes into it. “We should go see it together when it comes out. Maybe grab dinner beforehand.”
“Like…a date?” you asked. It slipped out before you could stop yourself.
“What the hell else?”
You paused for a moment, twisting to look at him. You couldn’t figure out if he was serious or not. His cheeks gained a flush of pink. You smiled at him, then settled back into your seat.
“Yeah, I think I’d like that.”
Levi nodded, but didn’t say anything else as the lights went down. Somewhere through the night, in the tension of the dark theater, your hand ended up enveloped in his.
In the morning Stem and Spine was your first stop. You were there as soon as they opened. Mikasa was doing the opening drawer. You watched as Levi went up and slammed his hand down on the counter. She didn’t so much as flinch.
“Oi,” he said. Mikasa looked up at him. “What the hell was that stunt you pulled yesterday?”
You walked up behind him. “Yeah, you did miss one hell of a movie.”
“I don’t know why you’re both so annoyed, it seems my plan worked,” she said bored, not even bothering to look up from the cash she was counting.
“How did you know we wouldn’t just walk out of the theater and not watch the movie together?” you asked.
“You both like that series too much. Besides, Levi may know a lot about tea, but he’s also stupid. He never does anything for himself. So while he may not have realized what he was feeling, we all could see it. He just needed a little push. And so did you, [Name]. I knew you liked Levi.”
“I never actually told you that, though. I never told anyone.”
“You didn’t have to. You could smell it in the air when you were around each other. Like a call and response. You two were perfect and you couldn’t even see it. I knew from the first day you walked into the shop.”
Levi took your hand. “Don’t look so fucking smug.”
Mikasa laughed as Levi took you to his office. As soon as you stepped in Levi shut the door behind you. He gave you a swift kiss on the cheek as he went to his desk.
“She’s right you know,” he started, intentionally avoiding looking at you. “We are the perfect blend.”
You couldn’t help but wholeheartedly agree.
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nope, no favorites around here - j. drury
pairing: jack drury x female!reader | f, slight a | co-workers to lovers | wc: 716 | warnings: mentions of jack fighting on the ice
welcome post!
y/n’s part of the medical team of the carolina hurricanes. she has a great relationship with the players since it's her job to do check-ups before and after the games.
one fine day, she almost collapses while watching jack getting into a fight with the opponent. the crowd is loud, the guys on the bench are shocked and impressed at the same time. jack dropping the gloves mid game? that's rare. she hates it.
“i don't care if you won, i don't care if it hypes up the crowd, i don't care if it's normal in this sport. are you freaking dumb?”
she's distracted until she notices jack watching her with a smug smile on his face, not even slightly offended by her rant. y/n freezes.
“sorry, shouldn't have gone that far.”
“it's alright, it's a valid worry to have… as someone from the medical team.” jack absolutely knows there's more to it, but he's having fun. she's adorable.
“of course.” she nods. “medical concerns only.”
at home, she starts overthinking about her relationship with jack, wondering if people might be seeing too much. i'm kind and attentive to everyone, right? oh, no, what if they think jack's my favorite? that's awful!
the next day, she goes to work completely self-conscious of her own actions. she greets everyone trying not to be suspicious as she almost sprints to her office. she takes care of the paperwork from the previous day and take notes of what the boss left for her. when practice time arrives, the players come around to do a quick check-up before going to the ice. she has other doctors with her, but somewhere inside she knows jack is going to her cubicle.
he does. jack walks peacefully to his favorite doctor assistant — knowing that there are a few others available —, but what catches him out of guard is how professional she’s acting. well, of course she always does her job correctly, but never this cold, this far — far from him. y/n does every step of the check-up carefully, trusting she’s great at hiding her thoughts from her expressions. they seem to be eating her up inside, that’s why she looks so focused on not messing it up.
“you alright? you look restless,” jack asks, genuinely concerned.
“all great, just got a lot on my plate today,” she replies, eyes on the clipboard with his informations. “good practice, jack. don’t come back here anytime soon.”
y/n turns her back at him to hide her frown, regretting her words. she just needs him to leave so she can breathe properly.
“thought i was your favorite patient.” he tries to lighten the mood. he really doesn’t want it to end that fast, but regrets it a second after, because when their eyes meet, she’s terrified.
“what? nope, no favorites around here. i treat every player equally. have you heard something about it?”
“hey, don’t worry, i was kidding.” jack watches her posture relax. “i promise to do my best only to come here to see you, is that okay?”
y/n freezes. what the hell is going on, right now?
“look, i like talking to you, alright? i’m not a fan of pain and bandages as well, i just don’t mind coming here when i know i’ll be seeing your pretty face.” jack decides to keep talking, afraid you’ll make any assumptions. “and i don’t want you to overthink that i’m giving mixed signs. so, y/n, i’d really like to take you on a date if you allow me.”
“yes. wait.” she covers her mouth then her face in embarrassment. jack softens, his smile grows bigger.
he waits patiently for her. in fact, he’d love to cup her cheeks on his own hands, but that’s hopefully for another day.
“i mean, yeah, it would be nice to go out with you,” she answers, holding a smile as best as she can. “but now i think you should go. wouldn’t wanna mess the queue and get me fired, right?”
he chuckles. there she is, the y/n that got him infatuated.
“of course. see you later, then?”
“don’t even dare getting a scratch on purpose, you hear me?”
“even though you’re adorable when you’re worried?”
“get out of my face right now!”
#jack drury#jack drury imagines#jack drury scenarios#nhl imagines#nhl scenarios#nhl drabbles#nhl blurbs#carolina hurricanes imagines#jack drury fluff#sportswriters ❤
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Baby Severide - Chapter 3: Naming Baby Severide
*Gif belongs to its rightful owner, it is not mine*
Pairing: Kelly Severide x reader
Summary: Baby Severide is finally here and you and Kelly are tasked with naming her.
Words: 874
Warnings: Doctors, hospitals, angry moms
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Next Chapter: Chapter 4
Notes: Chapter 3’s posting is kinda a surprise but I like this chapter tbh. This is likely the last chapter I’ll post before vacation, but I may queue chapter 4 sometime next weekend! As always, a Reblog on any chapter of the fic means you will be tagged in any new chapters! Enjoy
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“She’s almost here,” Dr Calhoun announced, “just a few more minutes and you’ll meet your little girl.”
“See baby? You’re doing amazing,” Kelly beamed, kissing you on the cheek.
“I didn’t think I’d be this nervous to be on the table,” you chuckled.
“And she’s out,” Dr Calhoun announced, rushing the baby to the warmer behind her.
“Why isn’t she crying? Kelly, why isn’t she crying?” You asked, a worried tone to your voice.
“Dr Calhoun? Is everything okay?” Kelly gruffly called over.
“Just clearing the mouth and nose and taking some measurements. Nothing to worry about,” she replied, “the nurses will take her final measurements and bring her over while I close your abdomen.”
You heard a loud wail come from across the room. You were both okay.
“We’re bring her over now, Mrs Severide,” a nurse told you as she brought over your baby and set her on your chest.
“Baby, she’s beautiful,” you started to tear up.
“She gets it from her mama,” he replied, brushing back your hair and kissing your forehead.
As Dr Calhoun finished stitching you up, the team got you ready to head into post op.
The trip to your recovery room was long, but your new baby made it feel short.
Once you and Kelly were settled in your recovery room, a nurse knocked on your door.
“Mrs Severide?” the nurse asked, “two firefighters are here to see you.”
“Send them in please,” you replied.
A few moments later, Casey and Boden walked through your door.
“How’d it go?” Casey asked you.
“I’m okay. Baby is perfect” you replied, a smile stuck to your face.
“Glad to hear,” Boden smiled, “the rest of 51 will be by after shift.”
“We just figured the two of us would come by for now, keep the knuckleheads at the firehouse,” Casey laughed.
“Knock knock,” Dr Calhoun said, pushing the door back, “is now a good time?”
“We’ll leave you guys be. I’ll bring Sylvie by tomorrow,” Casey smiled.
“Thanks Matt,” Kelly replied.
“Thank you guys for coming. It’s good to know she already has 51 looking out for her,” you smiled, wiping the tears off your face.
Casey and Boden left the room, as Doctor Calhoun made her way over to your bedside.
“The surgery went well. We’ll keep you here for a few days, then you both should be good to go home,” she smiled.
“That’s great news,” Kelly smiled.
“The best thing now is establishing some skin-to-skin with both of you. I’ll leave you guys to it, but a nurse will be outside if you need anything.”
Kelly helped you unbutton the top clasps on your gown, exposing the top of your chest. Feeling your brand new baby breathe on your chest was a surreal feeling, something you’d never thought you’d get.
Doctor Calhoun left your room. Kelly leaned over your bed and kissed you.
Looking over at you with your brand new baby, Kelly said, “I guess we should name her now, huh?”
“I’ve got a few ideas,” you chuckled.
“Which are?” He smiled.
“Well, for starters, I would like it to mean and honour something. I know we’ve talked about it before, but I think her middle name should be Shay. Leslie is a big reason we’re together and if we weren’t together, this little girl wouldn’t be here.”
“Baby,” Kelly’s eyes started to fill with tears, “I love you- I don’t even know what to say.”
“So that’s a yes to the middle name?”
“Of course it’s a yes.”
“Ok so first name ideas?”
“Alexis.”
“Alexis?”
“Your sister would’ve hopped on a plane as soon as we found out you were pregnant if it weren’t for losing her at 28. If she can’t be here, we should find a way to honour her memory. Alexis would’ve loved meeting her niece.”
“Alexis Shay Severide?”
“So it’s settled?”
“It’s settled. Ready to hold your daughter?”
“Never been so ready.”
“Take your shirt off then, mister.”
“Damn, I missed you saying that,” he laughed.
Picking up Alexis and handing her over to her father, your husband. It still didn’t feel real.
“She really is so beautiful,” he smiled.
There was a knock on the door and a blonde woman with glasses poked her head around the corner.
“We should call your mom,” Kelly reminded, “she’d want to come meet Alexis.”
“Can you FaceTime her?”
“Of course, babe. Do you want her back?”
“Well I mean, if you’re offering,” you chuckled.
You took Alexis back from Kelly and he grabbed his phone to call your mom.
“Hey mom, I’ve got someone who I think you’ll want to meet,” you laughed, Kelly tipping the phone down to see Alexis.
“Honey! You didn’t tell me she was arriving early! What’s her name? When was she born?” Your mom gushed.
“That’s actually why we’re calling. We figured you’d want to come meet her in person. She was born late this morning, then we picked her name a few minutes ago. Meet your granddaughter, Alexis Shay Severide.”
“Alexis? Like your sister?” She sighed, “why would you do that?”
“We thought it would be a good way to honour the life of my sister. Is there something wrong?” You felt yourself become stressed.
#kelly severide x you#kelly severide imagine#kelly severide fic#kelly severide x reader#kelly severide#chicago fire fic#chicago fire#chicago fire x reader#one Chicago#one chicago fic#Baby Severide fic
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bros before hoes ✰ chapter 06: new MCs in town
wc: 0.6k
The contrast of your stylist’s cold fingers against your warm face feels jarring, giving you something else to feel other than jittery nerves.
You concentrate on the way she carefully places each strand of your hair, pushing and twirling it to perfection. You watch the mirror intently, observing the way your face transforms.
It feels natural, like stepping into your home after going on vacation.
But even your intense focus couldn’t deter the course of your anxiety, mind swarming with what ifs.
Being on stage had never scared you. You’d been performing for as long as you could remember, from school shows to award shows, the stage has always been your safe place. But today it was different.
Although you had done several run throughs with and without Sunghoon, going on stage to MC gave you butterflies.
You vaguely hear your stage queue as the stylist helps you, adjusting your outfit one more time. You like it, it’s simple, yet classy, and gives you enough confidence to not turn back and run away.
As you get closer to the stage, you spot Sunghoon. You can’t help but gasp at his appearance, decked to match you. It makes you heart race and your cheeks burn, and you swear you fall a little bit in love with him.
You stand next to him, nervously shuffling and un-shuffling your cue cards. He gently places his hand on yours, halting your moments. You turn to him in shock, only to be greeted by a calming smile.
‘It’ll be fine. Don’t be too nervous, you were great during our rehearsals, you’ll do well now too.’ You smile at him, grateful for his presence.
The music cue begins, and suddenly you’re emceeing with the ease.
You remember to laugh in all the right places, ask the right questions, and welcome each artist. Every second is a bit of a blur, the time flying.
Soon enough you’re off stage, letting out a huge breath. Your shoulders relax, body hunching over in relief. You can hear Sunghoon laugh beside you, joining you as you walk back to your dressing room.
He smiles, ‘You were a natural up there! You did so well.’ You smile in response, glad to hear his natural voice again.
‘And you were incredible too. I thought I’d-’ Your words get cut off as Sunghoon comes to an abrupt stop. Following his line of vision, you instantly spot what got him to stop.
Tsuki. There she was, in all her pink haired glory. For a second, everything feels weird. And then you’re swept off your feet as she hugs you, laughing in your ears.
‘Y/NNIE YOU WERE SO GREAT ON STAGE! I watched the entire thing from my phone while waiting for you, oh I wish I could’ve seen it on the big monitor!!’ She looks at you with a bright smile, hugging you again.
Laughing, you hug her back. ‘Thank you Tsuki, that means the world.’ You smile at her, glad to have her with you.
You finally realise Sunghoon standing towards the side, twisting his rings again. He looks wide eyed, the tips of his ears a flaming crimson. He awkwardly clears his throat, waiting for you to introduce him.
‘Oh! Tsuki, Sunghoon. Sunghoon, Tsuki!’ You smile brightly, swallowing everything you felt.
Sunghoon raises his hand in timid greeting, face somehow turning even more red. Tsuki seems oddly skeptical, waving back to him.
She bows slightly, ‘Nice to meet you, but we have to go unfortunately! See you next time.’ She drags you away into the dressing room, shutting the door firmly behind her.
You want to be bothered by her weirdness really, but as you move to change for the rest of your schedules, you are too happy to care. Today was a success, and you were determined to carry this feeling with you for the rest of the day.
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synopsis > with the help of fukutomi tsuki, park y/n finally gains the courage to face their long time crush, the one and only, park sunghoon. park sunghoon thinks it's love at first sight when he sees her. paired up as the new mcs of music bank, shenanigans ensue when y/n learns about sunghoon's crush...
note: yawl i am so sorry... i rlly dont mean to keep disappearing >:(
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“Do you have to go?” Your dresser drawer closes with a clang and you finish tying the strings on your pyjama pants in a neat bow. Eddie sits at the end of your bed to put his shoes on, his feet clad in pink striped socks you bought him from the mall. He wears them so religiously that there’s a hole by the heel. “It’s Saturday.”
“Promised my uncle I’d be back.” He shoves his foot into his shoe and adjusts his jeans over them with care. While he’s usually relaxed about Eddie’s unknown whereabouts, now and again he likes to actually come home at a reasonable hour to reassure him he’s alive and out of trouble.
You jut your bottom lip out in an attempt to sulk, which you both know won’t last very long. There are some people you just can’t stay mad at and Eddie’s one of them. “Okay.”
Once he’s put his other shoe on he leans over to your stuffed animals, all leaning against each other in a pile up at the bottom of your bed. “Look after her for me Mr. Bunny.” He picks up the white fluffy rabbit with big wide ears that you won at a fair when you were little, a patch of fabric sewn into the back of his shoulder where your friend's dog chewed him up. “She’s very precious.”
“Eddie.” You pull back your covers and sit with them bunched around your knees.
“She likes one kiss on her forehead before she goes to sleep,” Eddie moves the rabbit's head around like he’s replying, pausing for a second as if to wait for your giggle which comes on queue. “And everything else is my job, okay?” Eddie makes him nod before placing him back where he was, adjusting his ears so they face the right way and patting him on the head as he gets up.
“You’re ridiculous.” You reach your arm up to place your hand on the back of his neck, planting a kiss on the middle of his nose and then on his lips as a goodbye. Although you know he’s going to greet you in the morning with a carton of apple juice and a hug so tight it could crush your bones, you still feel an ache in your chest at the idea of him leaving.
“Bye you two.” Eddie gets up to stand in the doorway, leaning his shoulder against the frame. He points his index finger towards the mass of stuffed animals in the corner. “Be good.”
“No, you!” You call back as you hear his feet tap against the wood of the stairs. As you fluff up your pillows and rest your cheek against the fabric there’s the muffled sound of your mother and Eddie talking in the kitchen. Quickly, and as if you had forgotten and wanted to cram it in, you yell out. “Goodnight, Eddie!”
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i’d love to see 11/22 from the worry prompts if you get the time!
Thanks for sending these and for waiting so long for me to get to them!
Those prompts worked really well together so I combined them, hope you like it!
11. “Eventually you’re gonna have to tell me what’s on your mind.”
22. “You’re never this quiet.”
Prompt taken from here.
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“Eventually you’re gonna have to tell me what’s on your mind, you’re never this quiet,” Beca said, chancing a glance at Chloe, who was still frowning at her phone.
“It’s nothing,” Chloe replied. “I’m fine.”
Beca sighed and hit pause on the TV show neither of them was watching. “Chloe.”
“What?” Chloe asked, finally looking up from her phone, the crease still prominent between her eyebrows.
“Talk to me,” Beca said. “What’s going on? You’ve hardly said two words since you got home.”
“I’m fighting with Chicago, if you really need to know,” Chloe said, sounding irritated as she focused her attention back on her phone. “He was supposed to be coming home next week, and now he isn’t.”
“Oh,” Beca said. “I’m sorry, that sucks. Did he say why?”
“He wants to go to Florida for a week with the boys,” Chloe said. “He only gets one week before he’s back overseas, and he said he wants to relax.”
“Right,” Beca said. She bit her tongue, holding back what she really wanted to say.
“So now I feel like a bitch,” Chloe said, “because I’m mad that he’s choosing to spend time with his army buddies - who he sees every day - instead of coming to see me.”
“Why would that make you a bitch?” Beca asked.
“Because he has a tough job, and he deserves to be able to relax while he’s on leave,” Chloe said.
Beca didn’t reply, but Chloe heard her sigh and she rolled her eyes.
“This is why I wasn’t going to say anything,” Chloe said. “You always get weird when I talk about Chicago.”
“I’m not being weird,” Beca said.
“I know you don’t like him.”
“I don’t have a problem with him,” Beca lied. “I don’t really have any opinion, I hardly know the dude.”
“But? I’m sensing there is one,” Chloe said.
“No buts,” she said. “Besides, it doesn’t really matter what I think, as long as you’re happy.”
“Of course it matters,” Chloe said. “You’re my best friend.”
Beca sighed again. “Do you really want to know what I think?”
“Yes,” Chloe said, though not actually sure if she did. It was one thing to suspect Beca didn’t like her boyfriend, but it might feel different if she heard her say it.
“I think you can do better,” Beca said. “It doesn’t feel like he treats you like a priority, and I think you deserve to be with someone who does.”
“You always say that about people I date,” Chloe said, rolling her eyes again.
Beca shrugged. “You asked what I thought.”
“He’s a nice guy,” Chloe said. “And besides, it’s not exactly like I have a queue of people ready and waiting to sweep me off my feet and make me their number one priority.”
Beca shook her head. “Just because you don’t see them, doesn’t mean they aren’t there.”
Chloe frowned, her eyebrows pulling together in confusion. She watched as Beca stood up and grabbed their empty dinner plates from the coffee table. “Do you want anything while I’m up?” Beca asked, carrying them into the kitchen.
“No,” Chloe said, the frown still on her face as she focused her attention back on her phone.
Chicago: Are you seriously upset about this?
Chloe: I mean, kinda? We haven’t seen each other in months.
Chloe: I was really looking forward to seeing you. I miss you.
Chicago: I miss you too, babe. Please don’t make me feel bad about this, I really need just some time to destress.
Chicago: Please don’t make this a big deal.
Chloe: It’s fine. Do what you need to do, and I’ll see you when you’re next on leave.
Chicago: So now you’re going to guilt trip me? You’re so fucking controlling sometimes.
Chloe: I literally don’t know what you want me to say.
Chloe: Like what response were you hoping for?
Chicago: I guess I just hoped you’d understand that I needed this without being all passive-aggressive about it.
Chloe: I’m not being passive-aggressive.
Chloe: Do what you want Chicago, I clearly can’t win no matter what I say.
Chicago: How is that not passive-aggressive?
Chicago: I need to get back to work. We can talk later once you’ve had time to cool off.
“Here,” Beca said, handing Chloe a glass of wine. “You look like you need it.”
Chloe hadn’t even realised tears of frustration and anger had started spilling down her cheeks. She cleared her throat and wiped her eyes. “Thanks,” she said.
“If you keep staring at your phone like that, you’ll get a headache.”
“Yeah,” Chloe said. She locked her phone and put it face down on the sofa. She grabbed the remote and hit play on the TV again, the silence in the room being quickly replaced by their 50th re-watch of Friends. The sound of the studio audience laughing felt oddly out of place.
Chloe took a drink of wine and glanced at Beca, who was scrolling on her phone, holding a beer in her other hand.
“I’m sorry I was off with you before,” Chloe said. “None of this is your fault, and you were just looking out for me.”
“It’s okay,” Beca said, her eyes flicking up from her phone for long enough to shoot Chloe a tight-lipped smile. “Sorry if I was out of line with what I said. It doesn’t matter what I think about him. If you’re happy, I’m happy.”
There was a pause in which neither of them said anything. Beca scrolled on her phone, and Chloe watched the TV without really watching it.
“That’s the thing,” Chloe said. “I don’t know if I am.”
“Don’t know if you’re what?”
“Happy.”
Beca looked up now. She locked and pocketed her phone, and turned her body so she was facing Chloe.
“You aren’t?”
“I thought I was, but…” She tossed Beca her phone so she could read through the texts. “If this is how he is after eight months of dating, what’s he going to be like in the future?”
She could see Beca’s jaw clench as she read through their last few messages. She handed Chloe’s phone back to her, and she took a long drink of her beer.
“If I showed you my phone, and that was how my partner was speaking to me, what would you say?”
Chloe swallowed and felt tears stinging her eyes.
She remembered the last few months of Beca and Jesse’s relationship. Remembered the heated arguments they’d have in person, over the phone, and in text.
She remembered how she felt watching Beca - the strongest person she knew - dissolve into tears nearly every night.
Chloe had felt so helpless.
Helpless and angry.
When it finally came to a head and they ended things, Chloe didn’t know if she’d ever felt more relieved.
“I’d tell you to leave them,” Chloe said. “I’d tell you that you deserved better.”
Beca nodded. “Maybe you need to listen to your own advice.”
Chloe bit down on her bottom lip. “I don’t know. I don’t want to be alone.”
“You won’t be,” Beca said. “Not if you don’t want to.” Beca took hold of Chloe’s hand and squeezed. “Whatever you decide, I’ll support you,” she said. “But don’t force yourself to stay in a relationship that makes you unhappy just because you don’t want to be on your own.”
Chloe swallowed and squeezed Beca’s hand back. She nodded. “You’re right,” she said.
Beca felt some of the tension leave her shoulders, and she let out a steady breath. “You deserve more than he’s willing to give you,” she said. “I hope one day you realise how amazing you are, Chlo’. I hope you realise you’re worthy of being loved wholly. Fully.”
Chloe gripped Beca’s hand tighter. “So are you,” she said.
Beca shrugged and gave her a small smile. “That’s why I’m holding out for the real thing. I can wait for her.”
Chloe tilted her head. “Her? You have someone in mind?”
Beca laughed softly and shook her head in disbelief but not denial. “Yeah, there’s someone. She just needs to ditch the shitty boyfriend and actually open her eyes.”
Chloe felt something in her chest tighten.
She’d never allowed herself to hope, or dream, that this would happen.
Had never allowed herself to acknowledge that her feelings for Beca went way beyond a crush. That they’d always been way beyond a crush.
There were tears in Beca’s eyes now, and behind them, Chloe could just make out a glimmer of hope and fear.
Beca spoke with confidence, with calmness and self-assuredness, but Chloe could see in her eyes that Beca was terrified.
Beca was taking a chance, a leap of faith, that Chloe might pick up on what she was saying. That Chloe might reciprocate.
“I never… I didn’t think you’d ever actually feel the same way about me,” Chloe said. “I, um, after you and Jesse broke up and we still didn’t… I guess I kinda gave up hope. I tried to move on.”
“I know,” Beca said. “And I’m sorry that I never said anything. Your friendship is the most important thing to me, and I couldn’t… I still can’t lose that.”
“You won’t,” Chloe said, her thumb brushing across Beca’s knuckles.
Beca nodded. “But?”
Chloe shook her head. “No buts. I just need to know… Is this real, Bec? Is this really how you feel about me?”
“Yes,” Beca said, her voice little more than a whisper. “I’m… I’m so in love with you, Chloe.”
Chloe’s breath caught in her chest and tears made their way quickly down her cheeks.
“Beca.”
“You don’t need to say it back,” Beca said. “And I understand if I waited too long and now you’re… You know, if you have moved on, it’s okay. I just want you to be happy, Chlo’.”
“Being with you would make me happy,” Chloe said. “And I can’t say it back yet, but I will. I want to, I just… I need time.”
“Take all the time you need,” Beca said. “I can wait.”
Chloe pulled Beca into a hug and held her tighter than she ever had before. “I want to kiss you so bad,” she said, causing a teary laugh to erupt from Beca.
“Me too,” she said. “But not while you’re with Chicago.”
“No,” Chloe agreed. “No, I know.” She ended their hug and cupped Beca’s face in her hands. “Are we really doing this? I’m not dreaming, right?”
“If it is a dream then I don’t want to wake up,” Beca said.
Chloe laughed and quickly wiped away a tear before her hands went to rest on Beca’s shoulders.
“That was kinda cheesy, huh?” Beca said.
Chloe nodded, still half-laughing, half-crying. “I’m gonna break up with him,” Chloe said. “And then, once the dust has settled, I’m gonna ask you out on a date.”
Beca smiled. “And I’m gonna say yes. And when it’s over, we’ll walk home, and before we open the door, I’ll invite you in for coffee.”
Chloe laughed and shook her head. “We live together.”
“So I know you’ll say yes,” Beca said. “And then I’ll kiss you, and then the next bit of our life together gets to start.”
Chloe closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against Beca’s. “I can’t wait,” she said.
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In the final throes of summer the trees lose that brilliant, neon green and the waves crash to shore just a little harder than they did last week. It’s a small change, yet I see it every year as I stand on the shore, that breeze that blows the marram grasses into my bare legs is just a touch colder than usual, the days a little shorter, a feeling of change in the air.
I watch a mother call her kids in from the sea with a broad wave of her arm, “We’re packing up the caravan,” she’s calling out, “Come and help your dad put the cases in the car, won’t you?”
Within sight of me, Liam wipes the counter down at the surf shack, and there is no queue today for ice cream, and soon it’ll be just the locals left, going about their year in this village of boarded up houses. He sees me and waves enthusiastically, and I lift a limp hand in response.
“You off soon?” He shouts, and I shrug.
“Tomorrow.”
“Ah, well sure I might see you around before you go. I’ll be here.”
I turn back to face the shore. Yeah. He’s always here. I wonder what it’s like for him when the summer is over, like, what does Liam do in the winter? Does he still go surfing? Does he still stand there smiling at the Surf Shack window, through rain and storms, smiling out to sea and waiting for customers like some kind of ancient ghost doomed to act out this routine until the end of time? How is it that he is fifteen and it feels like he’s been there for centuries.
Shane Healy comes down the sandy path from the village and my stomach clenches. He is not smiling, and he’s walking towards me with a particular sort of impatient purpose that makes me feel like the most burdensome fool to ever exist. Who knows what I interrupted by asking him to come here, but I have a feeling he’s about to tell me.
“Here, man,” he huffs, “We were packing the bags to go home, what is it?”
I hesitate, aware of my hands sunken into pockets, thinking perhaps I should take them out and be prepared for any potential violence. “Um,” I say, “I thought that you and I should talk.”
“Oh yeah?” He has a glint in his eye. Is it a murderous glint? I can’t decide.
“I was talking to Jen about you guys, you know, not inviting me to hang out at your place the other night and I was just wondering-”
“Yeah, obviously. Why would I invite you over?”
“...Because we’re meant to be friends, I don’t know, why else would you-”
“Man, look, I don’t know if you think I’m stupid or something, but obviously I found out what you’ve been saying about Kelly, and I don’t really think it’s a good idea for you to be in the same room as her, she’d just get mad or something, I don’t know.”
“Kelly?” I splutter. “What did I ever say about Kelly?”
“I get pissed off at her, right? She’s annoying, but she’s my sister, and only I’m allowed to say things about her, not you. I dunno, I just thought you’d have a bit more cop-on, a bit more compassion or something, like, she’s been…” He hesitates, like the next thought is disturbing, “.... fairly upset about it, to be honest.”
I search all over his face for some sign that he’s pranking me, but he isn’t. His jaw is set and his brow is furrowed. “Shane, honestly, I don’t even know what I said. I don’t think that I ever said anything about her.”
“Okay but it actually has to have been you.”
“What? Why? What was said?”
“Man, come on, I know you’re like this, I know you just say and do shit without really thinking about it, and you’re an annoying bastard about it and usually it’s fine, but I’m just mad that you targeted my little sister. It’s not on.”
My heart is drumming a staccato beat inside my chest, “Shane, what the hell! I didn't say anything, I mean, maybe I did and I can’t remember. What-”
“That nobody wants to hang out with her, that she’s a loser and that our mam has to force people to be friends with her,” He scowls, “All the teenagers at the caravan park heard about it and they’re all ripping the piss, saying that she needs mammy’s to hold her hand.”
“That wasn’t me. I’d never say that.”
“Well we figured out that it must have been, alright? Because mam said that she asked you, you specifically, to invite Kelly to hang out because she was worried she was feeling a bit lonely.”
The idea that Shane’s mam thinks I spread these rumours makes me queasy. I remember that night. We were out on the dunes, we ran out of beer, I went back to the Healy’s mobile home to sneak more out, and Clóda came-
Clóda.
“No - listen, I swear it wasn’t me,” I begin, but he’s already finished and doesn’t really care about what else I have to say. He’s backing away.
“Whatever, Jude. If this is what you asked me here to talk about then I have things to be at, so,” he gives me a nod as I splutter in protest, but he just walks away with a curt wave, “I’ve to pack, so, see you next summer, or whatever.”
“Shane, wait! Shane, man, c’mon!” He doesn’t turn around. “Fuck sake,” I mutter and I grab my phone from my pocket. I punch out a quick text to Clóda.
Meet me in the park when you’re finished work.
I stalk off in the other direction.
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prompt 10: happily doing everything with just one hand, if it means they don’t have to let go
i was an idiot and deleted the original so this is a repost <//3
wc: 1.2k
pairing: lee minho x reader
warnings: uh (implied) nudity but not sexual or suggestive, but also there’s one (1) suggestive joke. also, this isn’t proofread (yes that’s a valid warning imo)
sleepy mornings were your favourite. to be able to stay in bed and catch up on the hours that work and studies had stolen from you were a blessing, really. you didn’t even need to be asleep - just laying there, eyes shut, with your boyfriend by your side, was enough.
but minho, the damned early bird, was rarely in bed for as long as you wanted him to be.
like most weekend mornings go, you wake up to an empty space next to you, the brief disappointment washed away when you register the sound of running water. minho was still home, at least, and hadn’t been awake for too long.
some weekends, minho was gone before you had even awoken. he was never gone for long - simple a morning jog, maybe picking up breakfast on the way home too, but the temporary absence still made your shared apartment feel bigger than it really was.
you turn to your other side, the blanket wrapping around you tightly and comforting you with the newfound deep pressure.
a hug. that’s what you wanted right now. and as good as being wrapped tightly in a blanket was, you knew there was another way for you to achieve such comfort. a better way.
as if on queue, you hear minho turn the water off, the muffled running of water fading out.
eyes half closed, you push yourself up and out of bed. muscle memory pulls your feet towards the bathroom door, and knowing minho… yes, the door was unlocked.
still groggy, your feet pad into the bathroom, the bright light causing you to fully shut your eyes and reach out blindly for your boyfriend.
“if i knew you were going to come in, i’d have stayed in the shower longer,” he jokes, and you feel his hands in yours, feel yourself being pulled against his chest. “morning, baby.”
a hum is all you give him in response. your cheek rests against his shoulder, arms wrapped loosely around your torso as he kisses your forehead. his skin was still hot from the shower, the warmth tempting you back to sleep. he smelt like the pomegranate body wash that you’d both spent a whole day searching for, some weeks ago.
“how was your sleep?”
another hum, and what minho made of it, you didn’t know.
eyes still closed, your feet shuffle along the bathroom floor as minho moves around.
“y/n, i need you to let go for a second so i can-”
you shake your head, hugging him tighter.
there’s a soft sigh before you feel his hands wrap around your wrists. he draws your hands out from behind him, and take one in his own.
“compromise?”
you nod in response, moving your body so that you were hugging on of his arms. your head makes a pillow of his shoulder, the muscles of his arm moving as he attempts to do whatever it was he was doing. the hand holding yours rubs small circles into the back of your hand.
“why didn’t you just stay in bed, if you’re still sleepy?” he asks, voice soft and filling the whole bathroom. you can hear him moving things on the basin, the sound of objects clinking against each other. “isn’t it warmer in bed?”
a hum of disagreement. “you’re warm too. warmer.”
your mind conjures up pictures for the sounds you’re hearing. the running of water, the flick of the tap to turn it off. the pop of the toothpaste cap, and then something clattering down.
prying your eyes open against the bathroom lights, you take in, first and foremost, your reflection in the mirror.
like a koala, you were hugging onto minho’s arm, hair a mess and in dire need of neatening up. minho’s hair was also messy; though he had obviously tried to dry it with a towel, which was now wrapped around his waist. water still dripped onto his shoulders and down his chest, though his attention seemed to be fixated on whatever was in the sink.
you follow his line of sight to find that the subject of his attention was, unfortunately, his toothbrush. along the side of the basin was a swear of toothpaste, the tube itself held in minho’s hand.
the accident was easy enough to figure out.
looking up into the mirror, you meet minho’s eyes. his face held the expression of someone who had seen something ten too many times to be impressed anymore.
a smile creeps onto your face, and you do your best to hide it by placing a kiss on his shoulder. “why didn’t you use two hands, then?”
you go to free his left hand of yours, but he only holds on tighter.
“because you’re holding it,” he says, and there’s no blame or annoyance in his voice. it was simply a fact, an objective statement filled with his subjective feelings; contentment, love, as if it was only natural for you to be here, to be holding his hand, his arm. it was normal, and he would learn to live with it if this was forever.
you hug his arm tighter, heart softening, and reach out with your free hand. you pick up the brush for him, rinse it under the tap. he holds the tube of toothpaste out and you position the brush. it’s all wordless, as if the two of you were one, moving in synchrony with the other.
having successfully put toothpaste on his brush, minho flicks the cap shut. he takes his brush from you wordlessly and starts to brush his teeth.
you stay by his side, finding that your eyes were being tempted shut by the warmth his body radiated once again,
“love,” he says through a mouthful of bubbles. “i need to rinse my mouth.”
you let out a small whine, a pout quickly turning into an attempt not to smile when minho pokes your nose. you let his arm go, fingers loosening around his but he doesn’t let go of your hand, instead pulling you closer again, hand making its way around your waist.
he bends over to wash his mouth, and you stay standing and swaying on the spot, eyes not fully shut but not quite taking in your surroundings either. there’s the sound of the running water, of minho rinsing his mouth. the sound of the tap squeaking faintly as he shuts it off.
when he kisses your forehead, his lips are cold and wet, transferring water over to your forehead. you frown, raise a hand to wipe it away - and minho takes your hand in his. when he kisses your knuckles, his lips are dry, and you feel the soft touch of a towel to your forehead, wiping away the water.
“better?”
a hum of agreement, and you lean into his embrace once more. sleep tugs at your consciousness again as he wraps his arms around you. this time, his lips find yours, and you smile softly against him.
“back to bed?” you ask, the idea of falling asleep in his arms better than falling asleep alone.
he looks over at the mirror, takes in the sight of you hugging his torso, of you blinking tiredly up at him, and realises that when it comes to you, there was only ever one option.
“yeah, back to bed,” he replies.
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You're Not Alone
Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x daughter!reader
Word count - 1,906
Warnings - lack of eating, talks of body image, angst, fluff
Summary - when you begin to struggle with eating and your body image, Jake is there to help you every step of the way
A/N - just to preface, this fic is NOT part of the Hangman junior universe and any Hangman x daughter!reader fic that isn't explicitly said to be part of the universe is a nice lil' standalone fic. This was a request that got to queue jump a lil because when I read the request I just had to write it sooner because everyone deserves some comfort and love in the form of fics if they so desire. I will also elaborate that most of the detail for this fic came from my own research (which may not be wholly accurate do feel free to educate me if so) and I am not a professional in any way shape or form on this subject matter. And always remember, y'all are never alone <3
You couldn’t pinpoint where it started. But over time, you started to become self-conscious about the way you looked. You’d open your phone and go on Instagram to see all those models showing off their perfect hourglass figures with their boyfriends on their arms, looking equally as perfect. You’d see your friends posting pictures of themselves and you’d admire how pretty they looked before dragging yourself over to your bathroom mirror and pointing out every imperfection you could find of yourself as tears filled your eyes.
Over time, you started to eat less and would spend a lot of your free time working out to try and shape your body to look more like those models you envied so much. You started to withdraw from your friends, trying to avoid the envy you felt seeing them as they walked around with their shorts and crop tops, able to be proud and confident with their looks.
Unknown to you, your dad had picked up on your new behaviours. He noticed how you opted to wear baggier clothing and how you’d spend more time pushing the food around on your plate rather than eating it. Jake, however, knew he couldn’t outright question you because he knew he ran the risk of you clamming up and closing yourself off even more which was the opposite effect he was going for. He carefully observed you from a distance when you were home. He noticed that you weren’t going to your friend's houses as much anymore. Jake used to joke that you spent more time at your friend’s than you did at your own house. The willingness Jake had for you to come to him in your own time flew out the window after you refused to come down for dinner three nights in a row. Jake was beside himself with worry and he just wanted to get to the root of the problem so he could help you.
“y/n/n could we talk?” Jake asked you the second you walked into the house, wanting to catch you before you hid yourself away from him again.
“Dad I’m a little tired. Could we do this tomorrow?” You ask, shrugging your bag off your shoulder and kicking your shoes off.
“No, sorry kid we need to chat.” Jake says, gesturing for you to follow him into the living room and despite your brain screaming at you to head upstairs, you follow your dad and sit down on the sofa near him, a bit of space separating the two of you.
“I want you to know that what I’m about to say right now isn’t being said out of anger or anything like that. I’m just worried about you and I just want to check in with you. Are you okay? And I’d appreciate the honest truth. It’s just us two.” Jake says softly, his eyes never leaving yours. You searched your dad’s eyes for any anger or disappointment but when you found nothing but worry and love in his gaze, you found yourself tearing up.
“I’m sorry.” You manage to say before your voice becomes too wobbly to speak and the tears begin to flow down your cheeks. Jake was quick to pull you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he tucks you into his chest. He rubbed a hand up and down your back while blinking back tears of his own.
“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about.” Jake whispers as he rocks you back and forth gently to help you calm down. Jake continues to whisper quiet words of reassurance until your sobs have slowed to small sniffles. Even after your tears have slowed, Jake doesn’t force you to speak. He lets you remain curled up in his arms until you’re ready. When you finally feel ready to open up to your dad, you carefully pull away from his embrace, wiping at your eyes with your hoodie sleeve. Again, you study your dad’s expression to search for any judgement but he just watches you softly, waiting patiently for you to speak.
“Recently I’ve started to hate the way I look. My body isn’t perfect enough like those people on Instagram. I want to look as nice as my friends because I feel like they’re embarrassed to be seen with me because of how I look.” You admit quietly, tears springing to your eyes again and Jake gently turns you to face him. Once you’re facing him, he removes his hands from your shoulder and cups your head in his hands, wiping the tears away with his thumbs.
“You listen to me carefully sweetheart. There’s no such thing as a perfect body. I know those models on social media flaunt their bodies and make it seem like that’s the only way to be pretty and perfect. The thing is, they’re dead wrong. I know my words probably mean very little to you but I’m going to help you every step of the way with this, okay? Besides, you’re a Seresin it’s practically impossible for you not to be gorgeous.” Jake says, smiling lightly when you giggle softly at his last few words.
“There’s my girl. Tell me what I can do to help.” Jake says softly, wanting to know what he can do to help. He wanted to get the information from you before he even thinks about running off to get advice from someone else.
“I want help starting to eat again but it’s hard. My brain tells me… it tells me not to eat. And if I try to eat I don’t want you to judge me for what I do or don’t eat.” You say quietly, moving your head out of Jake’s hands and moving your gaze down to your hands as you fiddle with your fingers. Jake processes your words quietly before he nods to himself.
“I can do that. Like I said, I’m going to help you as best I can. We’re going to get through this together. You're not alone.” Jake says, smiling at you as you lift your gaze to meet his. Jake then brings you into another hug with you instantly melting in his embrace.
“Do you want to start making dinner with me? I can whip up your favourite. And of course, you don’t have to eat it all, just what you can manage.” Jake then asks, his smile widening when you nod shyly. He gets to his feet, bringing you up with him and leading you into the kitchen so you can start making dinner. Jake wanted you to build up your healthy relationship with food again and he figured the first step would be having you assist with making the meal. When the food was prepped, Jake let you plate up your own food, giving you complete control over how much food you wanted on your plate. He watched as you finished plating up and moved to sit at the table before following suit. He sat opposite you and immediately dug in, glancing up at you occasionally and noticing how you were pushing the food around on his plate.
“You wanna know what happened in training today?” Jake asks suddenly, making you look up at him, confused.
“What happened in training?” You asked after managing a small mouthful of food. Jake then launches into a story about how the Dagger Squad had been training and successfully managed to get tone on Maverick in their training exercise. He made sure to explain every single detail of what was going on. He noticed that as he was talking, you were distracted enough to keep eating without being aware of the fact you were eating. He makes sure to include how the entire team had watched Maverick do his two hundred pushups and how they had counted each individual one themselves to save Hondo a job. When Maverick had completed his pushups, Rooster had poured a bottle of water over Maverick’s head the second he complained that he was too hot. You laughed as you pictured Rooster dumping water all over Maverick. You had been so entranced by your dad’s story that you hadn’t noticed that you’d eaten all the food on your plate until you heard your fork scrape against the empty plate. You looked down in shock before looking back up at your dad who had a proud smile on his face. He gets up from his seat and crosses to you before pulling you into a quick hug.
“I’m so proud of you.” He whispers, running a hand through your hair and leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head.
“You want a little more or are you done?” Jake asks as he pulls away looking down at you.
“I think I’m done.” You say, not feeling like you could eat any more food.
“That’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll just stick the leftovers in the fridge.” Jake grins, packaging up the leftover food and sticking it in the fridge before taking both plates and sets of cutlery so he could put them in the dishwasher. Once Jake has tidied up, he sits down opposite you once more and smiles at you softly.
“You did really well. I know I’ve already said it but I’m so proud of you.” Jake praises, bringing a smile to your face.
“Thank you, dad.” You whisper.
“Can I suggest something? This idea just popped into my head.” Jake then asks, looking over at you, waiting for you to nod before speaking again.
“I think you should delete Instagram off your phone, just until things get a little better. Those models you’re seeing online aren’t going to help you.” Jake suggests, almost expecting you to blow up in his face and accuse him of trying to cut you off from your friends.
“Okay, I’ll do it.” You say quietly, extracting your phone from your pocket and unlocking it. You quickly locate the Instagram app icon and look to your dad briefly for reassurance before deleting the app from your phone.
“It’s gone.” You confirmed, smiling as you glanced over at dad who’s grin matched yours.
“Atta girl.” He says, the two of you sharing a smile before Jake reaches across the table and grabs your hand, a seriousness coming across the room quickly.
“I want you to promise me something. If things get too much, and you feel like I can’t help you anymore, I want you to tell me. I want you to tell me so we can get you the help you need.” Jake asks and you immediately find yourself nodding. You knew it was a big promise but you wanted to get better, and sometimes outside help is what’s needed.
“I promise, dad.” You say, watching as Jake nods lightly, his smile returning.
“I love you, sweetheart.” Jake says quietly, squeezing your hand lightly.
“I love you too dad.” You reply.
You knew the road to recovery would be bumpy, and that there’d be times that would be tougher than others. But you felt a little bit of relief knowing that your dad would be by your side every step of the way, loving and caring for you the way he had been since you were born. And you knew he’d be the best support system you could ever have and you were so grateful for him.
#justabigassnerd#justabigassnerd writes#top gun#top gun maverick#top gun fic#top gun maverick fic#hangman top gun#hangman x reader#hangman x you#hangman x daughter!reader#jake seresin#jake seresin x reader#jake seresin x you#jake seresin x y/n#jake seresin x daughter!reader#jake 'hangman' seresin x reader#jake 'hangman' seresin x daughter!reader#jake 'hangman' seresin#jake hangman seresin#x daughter!reader
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I love love LOVE your movie party! and your whole aesthetic is just-- AAH!!
I was wondering if I could do:
miguel o'hara + "hands off!" please <3
tysm!
summer movie fest masterlist
you’re a freelance writer, who often sells to the daily bugle. you have a crush on the editor, who saves you from one of his creepy employees. who knew the pining was mutual?
an.miguel brainrot is strong. i meant to post this yesterday but queue got messed up. also thank you nonnie !! ur a sweetheart <3 this prompt was practically made for miguel 🤭
wc: 638
warnings: kind of aggressive & entitled (incel) man (not miguel), not beta’d bcz i was impatient.
you were talking to one of the guy’s at the daily bugle. you don’t remember his name, you don’t really care.
“oh really?” you laugh.
“yeah, i mean, it’s a little more complicated than that, but it’s the jist.”
“i’m sure it is.” be nice, be nice, be nice. this guy really thinks you’re stupid, but you just have to wait until the editor comes out to tell you whether or not the piece you wrote works.
“so i was thinking–” the door to the editor’s office opens loudly, cutting him off. the large man offers you the paper.
“good job, the first draft was good but this is definitely ready for tomorrow’s print.”
“i’m glad to hear that!” am i being too obvious?
“excuse us, stenton, i’d like to talk to her on the way out.”
“yeah, uh, sure, sure thing, boss.” you mentally stick your tongue out at the weird guy. you walk with mr. o’hara.
“sorry about phil, he, uh, thinks he’s a ladies’ man.”
you snort and cover your mouth,“clearly,”
“i look forward to seeing your next story.”
“aren’t you lucky to have such a reliable freelancer like me?” you joke.
“i am, i really am, you’ve brought lots of new readers.” don’t blush don’t blush don’t blush!!
“i’m glad,”
“so, um,” he clears his throat, “when should i expect your next piece?”
“when it happens,” you joke.
“right,” he nods.
“what would it take to get you full time?”
“you know i’m focused on the novel.” he nods, and doesn’t push it.
the two of you reach the subway station, and say your goodbyes, and you get on your train. you lean your head on the glass, putting your hands over your face. you’re never gonna be able to tell miguel o’hara that you like him.
ha week later, you’ve given miguel a fresh story, and he’s dropped you off at the train platform yet again. you’re waiting for your train to come, trying to think of how you can tell miguel about your feelings.
“hey! cutie!” you cringe. it’s phil.
“hey,”
“how about, you and i go out for a bite to eat?” he puts a hand on your waist.
you step back and out of his hold. “sorry, phil, I gotta catch this train,”
“you can catch it later,” he gets closer to you.
“i’m tired and really just want to go home.” you apologize.
“c’mon,” he pleads.
“look, phil, i’m really sorry, but I’m not interested.”
He grabs your hand. “haven’t i done all the right things?”
“huh?”
“haven’t i been nice? a gentlemen? funny? interesting? strong?”
“phil, it’s not–”
“what– it’s not me? then why won’t you go out with me? huh?” he yanks you closer ..
you felt someone behind you, phil look up at them.
“hands. off.” miguel says in that gruff voice that leave no room for argument. phil does as he’s told and releases you.
“hey boss,” phil’s voice is the meekest sound you’ve ever heard.
“that is no way to treat a lady.”
“no– it’s, uh, not.”
“you’re fired.”
“What! WHY? i’m the best writer you’ve got!” he was starting to get his macho back.
“no you’re not. and harassment.”
phil tried to say something, but shut his mouth. he walked away, hands in the air. you took a deep breath and leaned on miguel.
“thank you,”
“i’m glad i came back.” you turned around.
“why did you come back?”
he’s blushing, rubbing the back of his neck“uh, uh, wanted to,” he clears his throat. is that a habit? “i wanted to talk to you, to uh tell you, that–”
you hold his hands between your two, “yeah?”
“that i’d like to treat you to, to… to, uh…”
“yes,”
he blinks, “yes?”
“yes.”
“my car–”
“lead the way,” you smile up at him.
#summer movie fest 🍿#across the spiderverse#atsv#miguel o'hara#spider man 2099#atsv miguel#miguel o’hara fluff#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel o’hara x fem!reader#miguel o’hara x you#miguel x reader#miguel o’hara x y/n#miguel x you#my writing
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The late-night karaoke and dances - phoebe and maybe grumpy!masc!reader?
‼️RPF‼️
(not proofread)
PROMPT- phoebe x masc grumpy reader - slow dancing
“come dance” a hand grabbed your tattooed hands tightly, trying to haul you up from couch. phoebe was standing around the living room in one of your hoodies and shorts. microphone in her hand as a song played from the tv.
“no” you whined, trying to sit back on the couch “i’m perfectly fine where i am right now thank you very much”
“oh come on- don’t be a grumpy pants” lucy called from the other couch. julien and herself were cuddled together on the couch. blankets surrounding the two of them. you looked back at your girlfriend phoebe. she was back to singing karaoke on the tv.
“i’m not really up for singing karaoke or katy perry fireworks at three am. id rather watch you guys instead” you crossed your arms, watching phoebe jump up and down, dragging julien up from her blanket nest with lucy. the two were jumping around the small space.
it was lucy’s birthday. what better to do than celebrate it at home in the company of her friends. wine glasses and pizza boxed scattered on the kitchen table, party banners stuck up on the wall with balloons. everyone has party hats on their head. you will admit it was nice. but you were more the type of person to sit and admire- to watch rather than experience.
the song came to an end as phoebe sat down on the ground with a thud. it was nearly four am and apparently phoebe didn’t feel like stopping any time soon.
she leaned her head back, bumping against your knee, smiling up at you. “hi baby” she grinned. you brushed some strands of hair away from her sweaty forehead. “think you wanna calm down for the night? you went through like ten different songs if i remember clearly”
“nah. just a couple more” phoebe lifted up the mike and threw it over to lucy who caught it. “i think the birthday girl should sing something” phoebe closed her eyes and smiled while you ran your fingers through the silver haired woman’s hair.
you watched lucy walk over to the laptop and queue up a few songs before your focus drifted back to your girlfriend on the floor. “i’m gonna get some popcorn. you want anything?” you shifted your legs off the couch and onto the floor. phoebe shook her head but thanked you.
grabbing yourself some popcorn and water, you walked back into the living room. lucy was singing song slow song you didn’t really recognise. phoebe was swaying around, phone in her hand as she recorded the moment. julien had her head on a pillow watching the two girls in her own world.
phoebes eyes caught yours, quickly settling the phone down and rushing over to you. “come dance with me” she grabbed the popcorn from your hands, placing it on the coffee table. “baby i’d rather watch honestly. dancing isn’t my thing you know that honey” phoebe didn’t listen as she brought you in closely, one arm on your hip and the other in your hand as she took the first steps, guiding you to a small waltz around the living room.
“i’m afraid i’ll step on your toes” you chuckled nervously, glancing down every so often to try and match phoebes rhythm and foot placement. “you’re doing great trust me” phoebe whispered back to you. the smile on her face was enough to reassure you. the two of you danced slowly around the living room. phoebe rested her head on your shoulder, humming along to the music in the background.
“you make a good dance partner” phoebe whispered to you. this made you chuckle a tiny bit. “i learn from the best dont i?”
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[270223 词不达意的劳拉 weibo post]
tl;dr: this fan met eddy in a cafe and got to chat with him. translation below (it's quite long but very sweet)
I was helping Twosetter friends in Singapore get tickets [for the Twoset vs Davie show], and I was lucky enough to get a spot ahead in the queue. You could only buy a maximum of four tickets with one account, and she needed three. I thought I shouldn’t waste the luck, so I decided to buy four anyway. At the time it was an impulse decision; I hadn’t even decided whether I’d let someone else have the ticket, or go to the concert myself. So although I had the ticket, I hesitated for a long time thinking whether I should go after all. For one thing, Twoset wouldn't be the only ones performing, and for another, borders had just reopened. Time would be tight to get a visa, and air tickets and hotels in Singapore aren’t cheap, either.
Just like that, Lunar New Year passed. When my friend asked me what I would be doing with the extra ticket, and if I needed help finding someone to take it, I thought of Boss Yang’s “just do it”. Even if it wasn’t for Twoset, I hadn’t been overseas in three years. Recently I had been troubled by certain comments from some people, so I might as well treat it as a vacation to relax. So I applied for the visa, and told myself that I would go if I managed to get it. As it turned out, I really did end up getting it.
I won’t elaborate too much on the performance itself. It was my first time seeing Twoset live, and my first time meeting Twosetters in person, so I was really happy. I felt that the more talented Twosetters are, the more humble they are. They’re all really friendly, too. Someone even brought cookies they had baked (I brought them back with me and still can't bear to eat them). It was like a grand exchange of things everyone had made.
So many things were exchanged
I was also happy to visit the places where Twoset had shot videos, the National Museum of Singapore, Victoria Concert Hall, Merlion Park, the mall where Davie pretended to be tailing Twoset—so many places. I also ate and drank lots of delicious things. Out of all the fans who had flown in, I might be the one who stayed the longest in Singapore. I thought the trip would end just like that, but I didn't expect that the day I was to fly back home, I got a huuuuuuuuge surprise.
In retrospect, meeting Eddy was such a coincidence, it felt like fate. I had only wanted to get a coffee to go from this cafe, and was planning to eat at another restaurant. But when I went in, the staff asked if I wanted to eat in or takeaway, and for some reason, I said I would eat in. The cafe was pretty full, and I was brought to a seat quite far inside the cafe. Then I ordered my meal and the food arrived, and just as I had finished taking photos and was about to start eating, out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone walk by me to wash their hands. I glanced at them, and got a shock. Was that Eddy?! But I didn't dare to stare at them directly, so I just observed them through my peripheral vision.
The person walked by my table again after washing their hands, and I only saw their side profile and back. Those glasses, the brick red T-shirt from the Christmas video, black skinny jeans, and white Gucci sneakers—who could that be other than Eddy?! I watched as he walked to the seat right by the entrance and sat down.
I was calm on the outside, but on the inside: AHHHHHHH HELP! When did he come in?! Should I go say hi? What if he ate and left quickly! But I thought, I'd be flying back in the afternoon, and I might never get another chance like this. So I took a deep breath and walked towards the entrance.
He was eating alone (I was so lucky; if he had been discussing something with someone else, or if he was with a friend, I would probably have walked back to my seat as I wouldn't dare to disturb him), and had ordered a coffee. On the chair opposite him he had placed his backpack, and there was a large notebook on the table. When I reached his table, he realised I was there, and stopped eating to look up at me. For about two seconds, we just looked at each other silently, neither of us saying a word.
(Me, internally: say something! Don't be such a freak!)
(For the below conversation, it happened in English, unless mentioned otherwise. {} indicates actions, expressions, and additional explanations, and () indicates my thoughts.)
Me: OMG Eddy
E {realised I was a fan so he was a little cautious but smiling}: Hey hello!
Me: OMG, can I sit next to you? {The table next to him was free}
E: Sure, do you want a photo?
Me {nodding vigorously}: I actually came to see your performance, but I'm flying back this afternoon. Actually, this is the last place I'm going to before I head to the airport {I can't stop talking when I'm nervous, sorry, I don't know what I was saying}
E {his tone of voice was very gentle}: Oh where are you from? What's your name?
Me: I'm Laura, from Shanghai, China {I sat on the seat next to him, and turned to face him}
EDIT: I forgot to mention, amidst all this I also asked if he remembered, during the video they filmed in Taiwan about giving fans gifts, I'd asked Lisa to pass him a gift from me. (None of us knew whether Lisa would be chosen, but I told Lisa I'd send the gift to her anyway, and if she wasn't chosen it would be my Christmas gift to her. I'm thankful to Lisa for being such a nice person and agreeing to my request.) [I told him,] I gave him and Brett a Mario luggage tag each, did he remember, those were actually from me. He said, "Oh yea yea I remember that gift." (He really remembered, I'm so happy)
Then Eddy talked a bit about Shanghai with me. He said he'd been to Shanghai, and I couldn't resist teasing him about when he said "Shanghai Stock Exchange" [T/N: during Landmark Charades] (Eddy internally, probably: Why won't the fans from Shanghai give me a break about this). He seemed like he was cringing at himself (super cute!). He said he really didn't know why he said it during the video, and I asked if it was because the tour guide had brought them there when he was in Shanghai? He said he'd actually never been there, and had only been to the Oriental Pearl Tower. I told him he should come to Shanghai and see the Shanghai Stock Exchange, the building is really quite magnificent. I said, "please come to Shanghai, come to China, we fans in Shanghai really look forward to you visiting," and he said they'd look into it. (I know he was just saying it though; it seemed like it would be difficult for them to come to Mainland China.)
At one point, I apologised for my bad English, and he said, in Mandarin, "it's okay, we can speak in Mandarin too." But I kept speaking in English to him (I have no words for myself, I could have listened to him speak more Mandarin!). When he said they'd "look into it" he said it in Mandarin [T/N: original phrase is 再研究一下看看].
I told him his Mandarin is really good, and joked that Brett's sucks, and he laughed. But I hurriedly added that Brett's pronunciation is really good, and with his usual serious/earnest expression, he nodded, saying, "Hm, that is true." I said Brett seems like a pronunciation prodigy—previously there was a German fan who said his German pronunciation was good (and there was a German fan who watched the show with us this time who said the same). Eddy said that is indeed the case, as Brett had a lot of friends from Germany when he was in Europe. But I told him that since he could understand Mandarin puns, it was really impressive too. He smiled bashfully after being praised. (So so so cute!)
Then I suddenly remembered that I had interrupted his meal, and I was worried whether he would have other plans later in the day, so I asked him. I said, "I'm very sorry I interrupted your meal, I don't know if you have any other plans later, is it okay?"
He very seriously looked at his watch, and really thought for a bit, and only then did he tell me he actually did have something on later, but it was alright as there was still a bit of time, and we could continue chatting for a while. {He didn't immediately say "it's okay", and didn't take the chance to end the conversation either; he's really a sincere and nice person.}
At that moment, he suddenly pointed at my right shoulder, and said, "This is really cute." I took a second before I realised he was referring to the violin earrings I was wearing that day. I said, "Yes, this is for the violin gang." He said, "Yea!", and I replied, "I'm part of the piano gang though." He smiled and said, "Oh, that's great." I said, "But a lot of times I'm lazy and don't practice," and I took the chance to ask him if he would sign a mini metronome. I told him I'd actually bought it at Synwin the previous day (and luckily I had it in my bag as I was afraid it would be damaged [if I kept it in my luggage]). He agreed and asked if I had a marker. I said, "Yes, I even have a gold autograph marker." He said, "Cool," and wrote "Go Practice" for me. As he did so, he toyed with the metronome a little, and said, "I didn't know there were mini metronomes like this, it's really cute." I asked (greedily) if he could address the autograph to me, and he checked again that my name is Laura. It's actually a really common name, and I thought he would just write it straight away, but he was considerate and still asked me how to spell it. (He's so nice.)
He even added a emoji, really cute
Alright, I'll "Go Practice"
Because I had to take the metronome and autograph marker out of my bag, I had picked my bag up from the ground, and he noticed that my bag had two pins on it (Puganini and Meowzart pins from the SSO; a Twosetter in Singapore had mailed it to China for us). He said, "Oh, this is cute," and I replied, "Yeah, It's from the SSO," and he said he knew, but he only knew they had made Puganini pins and not Meowzart ones. {He really pronounced the "meow" sound, it was cute.} I said, "Yeah, and it so happens that it's Paganini and Mozart (referring to him and Brett), what a coincidence." He agreed.
My SSO Puganini and Meowzart pins.
Then I remembered that I had made three headbands for the concert—one for Twoset, and two other Paganini and Mozart ones (because I had thought those characters would appear during the show)—and I still had them in my bag, so I hurriedly took them out to show him. First I showed him the TwoSet Violin one, and I told him I'd even glued on LED lights by hand, and turned the lights on to demonstrate. It seemed like he was happy about it but also thought it was a little embarrassing. He hid his face in his hands (ahhh so cute). Then I showed him the Paganini and Mozart headbands, and said, "These don't have lights though." He said they were really cute, and I told him the Mozart one has rabbit ears because Mozart had made the rabbit ear gesture, and the Paganini one has devil horns. Then I paused, and asked if he wanted the headbands. (I thought I'd just ask.)
TwoSet Violin (I put the LED lights on by hand, sorry for the poor craftsmanship)
Paganini (I originally wanted to add lights too, but I gave up afterwards)
Mozart
Unexpectedly, he said, "Sure!" He took them from me, and said, "I'll give this {the Mozart one} to Mozart Brett." Then he wore the Paganini one himself ahhhh (I was so stunned in that moment, I completely wasn't expecting him to take the initiative to wear it, so I just dumbly stared while we continued to talk). After about five seconds, I realised he might feel awkward wearing the headband, so I asked if he wanted to take it off for now, wasn't it awkward? Then he suggested that we should take a selfie first (I completely didn't think that he himself would suggest a selfie with the headband), so he could take the headband off after the selfie, because it did feel awkward after all. (Ahhhhh I'm sorry I keep saying this, but he was so cute when he was being bashful ahhh)
Paganini Eddy is so cute and looks so good!
After the selfie, I told him I was in too much of a rush this time to finish lights on all the headbands, so if they came to Shanghai, I would make a full set of headbands with lights for them, and he said, "Deal!" (So, please come for real TAT)
That was almost it, but just then, I remembered that a while ago a lot of people were curious if they had ever tested which Hogwarts house they were in? At first, he didn't really get what test I was talking about, but when he understood, he said that they'd never done the test.
E: Do you think the test is fun? Should we do it?
Me {nodding}: It's really fun, I think you guys can try it.
E: Which house do you think I'd be in?
Me: I think you're Ravenclaw
E: I think I'm Ravenclaw, too
Me {quietly}: I'm also Ravenclaw (shameless)
E: What about Brett, which house do you think he's in?
Me (I didn't think he would bring up Brett on his own): Hm...... I think he's either Gryffindor or Slytherin
E: Oh? {He seemed to be surprised that I chose two houses; I'm guessing the one he was surprised about was Slytherin.}
Me: Gryffindor because he's very courageous, but Slytherin because he has a realistic {I said it in English and Mandarin} side as well. [T/N: original word for "realistic" was "现实"]
E: Oho, Brett, Slytherin, hehehehehe {a teasing laugh} (I thought, does he think that Slytherins are villains, so he thinks it's funny that a fan thinks Brett is a villain?)
Really, I took up quite a bit of his time, and I apologised a few times throughout the conversation, but he amiably said that it's alright. He listened to me patiently, replied to me earnestly, and fulfilled all my requests. (Now that I think about it, it might be because I told him in the beginning that I would be flying back to Shanghai in the afternoon, that he was very forgiving of me, and for that I'm very, very thankful to him.
P.S. Eddy is more handsome and good-looking close-up than in videos; his eyes are round and bright, his iris and sclera are clearly defined, he looks here and there when he's thinking, and he has double eyelids on both eyes. Sob, he's really cute (for the millionth time)
Finally, he really was like he said: a very gentle listener. At the start of the post, I mentioned that I was feeling troubled, and part of it was for reasons related to my work. There were some issues that I couldn't figure out an answer to, and in the course of my conversation with him I couldn't help but tell him some of it (it's strange, he has the power to disarm people). He patiently and carefully listened to my troubles, and in reply, he didn't simply say something like "you should just do it," but instead he said that it was a tough problem indeed. I told him that that's why I'm grateful to them for making videos and performances that inspired me, and he told me, "If you decide to do it, you can do it."
Me: ......well, since you've said that, I have to do it now.
At this point, I guess I can't get out of the fandom anymore...... It feels like all the challenges I faced in making this trip to Singapore happen were worth it. In the process, I received a lot of sincere help from Twosetters, and I think I did my best to help them sincerely as well. As expected, sincerity is really the solution to everything. I guess that's how it is with Twoset, and this community that formed around them. I think that's one thing about Twoset that differs from others, the most special thing: they brought together this amazing, talented community. It seems if you treat others with sincerity, and have a little luck, you'll be able to make your wishes come true.
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PROLOUGE — TIMES UP?
— based on the show ‘manifest’
no one saw it coming, not even you. if anyone had told you, the once happy life you had with yeonjun would come crashing down, you’d laugh right in their face.
he’d seen the good and the bad. he told you he’d take all your secrets to the grave, you knew he meant it. yeonjun wasn’t a good liar.
when you had finally started to be happy after all the losses in your life, why’d he disappear for five years?
choi yeonjun, a famous model– known all around the world– and your boyfriend, he was currently getting photoshoots done in america. he’d call you every night to let you know he’s doing well and he’d be home soon.
life was going well for the both of you. you’d just landed a gig at a local bar to perform with your band. it was a close friends bar, but a gig was still a gig, right?
huh yunjin, the owner of the bar—and your best friend, told you she’d set up a livestream so yeonjun would be able to watch. when she offered that, you had hugged her so tightly, she had to smack your back to make you loosen up.
“sorry, jen...” you hung your head down as you rubbed the back of your neck, embarrassed by your actions. “girl, it's fine. i told you i’d do this for you, and i am!” she gave a gentle smile as she reassured you.
this was why she was your best friend, she always had your back.
later on that night, you received a call from yeonjun. “hey babygirl,” he gave a sweet smile as soon as he saw you, “i’m getting a flight home tomorrow! i figured i’d let you know.” you nearly jumped with excitement, “ah, yeonjun i'm so happy! maybe you’ll get to see my gig tomorrow at jen's bar!”
before you realized it, you were actually jumping with excitement. he noticed it before you, but chuckled at the sight. “i wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
oh, how naive both of you were.
it had been radio silence all-day with yeonjun, but you knew there was a reasonable explanation for it. he was a busy man, you understood that very well. you shrugged your shoulders, “he’ll call later on, before he gets on the plane.” giving a gentle smile to yourself, keeping yourself reassured.
yet, you couldn’t get rid of that bad feeling in the pit of your stomach.
when your phone rang in your back pocket, your hand immediately dove in for it. yeonjun was calling, “hey, babe! getting on the plane, now? it’s late, isn’t it?” you checked the time, confirming your statement.
“yeah, it’s a later flight since the one i originally booked, was over-booked. i offered to take a spot, and here i am.” he chuckled softly. “hm, alright then. what’s the flight number?” you asked out of curiosity.
“uhm... ah! it’s flight 828. what, are you going to surprise me when i land?” he teased, “we’ll see about that~” you couldn’t help but tease back at him.
“calling for flight 828 passengers to board the plane.” you heard a voice on the intercom from yeonjun’s end. yeonjun spoke up, “that’s my queue, see you when i land. love you, bye!” before you could respond back, the call had already ended.
it was during your gig at yunjin’s bar when you got the call. the call that made the world around you breakdown, and your world disappear.
“hello, is this heo y/n? the flight that carried the passenger, choi yeonjun, it’s gone missing. we lost contact with it, i’m so sorry dear...” the older lady on the other ends voice cracked, but you? you fell to the floor, onto your knees. you broke down on stage, and your bandmates had to help escort you off.
all you wished, was for that moment before he boarded the plane to happen again. you wanted the chance to tell him you love him as well, but... you knew you could never get that moment back.
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well, this started off nicely, i hope. took a lot of brainpower for this chapter. i tried to make it as similar as possible, but tweak a few things with the plot. i have a few ideas on how to do chapter 1, but haven’t set on which idea i’m going with yet. whatever i post, that is the idea i went with. well, enjoy for now!
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The Perfect Storm || Bakugou x Reader || Part Two
|| Part One ||
|| Warnings: none ||
Bakugou Katsuki. That’s his name. It took you a week to figure it out. Izuku kept calling him Kacchan. He told you about him and Bakugou use to be friends but it ceased to exist due to Izuku not getting a quirk.
You didn’t have one either. Not that you really ever cared. Your mom had one, she could form a force field as long as she used both hands. It tired her out quickly though from how little she used it. Her entire side of the family did. Your dad’s side didn’t, something about it skipping a generation or two. It was nothing you ever really minded because nobody every asked.
You learned about bakugou in that week. He’s a show off, uses his quirk whenever he can. He hates the rain. He hates when people stand too close to him and he’s loud.
Currently, you’re standing in the library. You’re looking for a book to do a report on for literacy. You hum a bit as you grab it down, you turn to walk away. Colliding right into someone.
“Watch where you’re going nerd.” Bakugou grumbles as he steps around you and walks off. You swear that everyone in the library can hear your heart beat, as if it’s the loudest thing in the room.
You make your way back to where Izuku was sat with his hero notebook.
“Y/n, do you have a quirk? I’d like to put you in my notes if you do.” He smiled
“Oh, no, I don’t.” You smile softly as you look at the boy’s eyes lighting up.
“Oh wow! I don’t either!”
You giggle a bit and open the book to the first page. You can feel eyes on you. You peek your head up from the book and glance around the room.
Red eyes meet your own.
He’s looking at you.
No.
Not looking.
Glaring.
You gulp and look at your book as you think he’s upset about you bumping into him. Well he probably is because he doesn’t like people too up in his personal space.
‘Oh god.’ You think to yourself.
‘I’m a fucking idiot.’ You cringe.
The book feels heavy in your hands as you think about Bakugou. He was cute. Very. Cute. But also mean. He bullied Izuku relentlessly. Called him Deku because of how useless he was for not having a quirk.
This all felt like the plot of a young adult novel to be honest.
You took a deep breath as you started to read, resting your chin in the palm of one hand while using the other to turn the pages. You let your mind wonder in the world of whatever you had decided to read.
A soft buzzing pulled you from your thoughts. You grabbed your phone from the front pocket of your bag.
‘Mom: Hey, it’s getting late, how’s the library?’ 10 minutes ago
‘Mom: Are you okay? It looks like it’s about to storm.” Do I need to give you a ride home?’ 5 minutes ago
“Shit.” You whisper. Before you look to Izuku.
“Hey my mom is gonna give me a ride home. Do you want one?”
As if on queue, a loud clap of thunder rattled outside.
“Yeah!” He grinned as he packed up his things. You glanced outside and thought of Bakugou. He normally walked home is what Izuku mentioned.
You put your things away, signed whatever book you took out and left down the hall with Izuku as you called your mom.
Izuku looked through his notebook as the storm raged on outside. You two waited in the office til you saw your mom’s car.
“She’s here.” You nudge your friend.
The rain is cold as it soaks the two of you instantly. As you’re leaving the school house, you notice a boy that’s taken shelter under a small covering.
Bakugou.
“Do you.. do you want a ride? Wouldn’t.. uhm.. wouldn’t want you to catch a cold?” The last part comes out more like a question.
“Tch-“ Bakugou makes a face as he looks the other way, he’s clearly weighting his options.
“Fine. But I’m sittin’ in front. Not in the back with that stupid fuckin’ nerd.”
“Okay.” You nod and give him a kind smile.
You let bakugou into the front, Izuku clambers into the back behind your mom, while you’re behind Bakugou.
“Mom, these are my frien-“
“Not friends. Acquaintances.” Bakugou corrects.
“Right. Mom this is my friend Midoriya and my class mate Bakugou.”
Your mom smiles as she glances between the boys. Her eyes have some kind of knowing looking as she sees your gaze linger on Bakugou a little too long.
“Well. It’s wonderful to meet you boys. Now, whose closer?”
Izuku was, so he got dropped off first.
Bakugou was next. Well,,, kinda.
The front door was locked and he didn’t have his key on him.
“We just live next door, why don’t I take you to our place and you can wait for either parent to get home?”
“Can’t believe the ol’ hag ain’t home. Tch. Typical.” Bakugou grumbled. His hair was droopy from the rain.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Mom hummed.
Your heart started to race once more. Bakugou? In your house? When you’ve barely said two words to him? Oh god.
This was gonna be Interesting.
You changed in the bathroom while Bakugou changed into a pair of sweats and a shirt that your mom had given him in your room.
You lightly towel dried your hair before knocking on your bedroom door.
Thud
Thud
Thud
Your heart was screaming to the beat of you knocking on your own bedroom door.
“What.” Bakugou snapped as he opened the only barrier between the two of you.
“Her-“ you stopped talking as he took the shirt and sweats that belonged to your father. You blinked a few times as tears pricked your eyes.
“Here.” You cleared your throat and gave him a towel to dry off with. You moved past him and sat down to start working on homework.
Bakugou sat down on your bed and dried his hair off as he quietly complained to himself about his mom not being home. He glanced to the window as the storm raged on, the wind blew the leaves all over.
You spun in your chair and gave him the tv remote without a word, he grabbed it. Your hands touched for a few seconds.
It felt like electricity going off for you. Your eyes widened as Bakugou snatched the remote, clearly unfazed.
The tv turned on as Bakugou went to watch the hero watch channel. They were doing a segment on All Might. Bakugou was content as you thought about the blonde boy behind you.
“You got a quirk?” Bakugou asked
‘Oh no.’ You thought
“I- uhm.. no. But even if I did, I don’t wanna be a hero. Not my thing.” You told the truth.
“Mmph.” He mumbled as he kept his eyes trained on the tv.
“No wonder you and deku are dating.”
“WHAT?!?”
You spun in your chair, eyes about to pop out of your head.
“We aren’t dating, just friends, I’ve only known him for a week!” You shook your head and waved your hands trying to get the point across.
“Coulda fooled me.” Bakugou cocked an eyebrow and looked at you.
Your eyes met his gaze, face feeling hot. You look away and start to do your homework once more.
Thinking back to the boy behind you made your heart jump. You rest your head on your palm as you look in the little mirror that sat on your desk. The corner of his lips twitched into a small smile as he watched the tv.
You thought about what would happen if you kissed him, would he blush? Would he call you stupid? Your brain trailed off as you thought about what his hands would feel like on your cheeks, what his li-
“Hey! Nerd! The fuck you starin at?” He snapped and looked at you.
You jumped and smacked your knee into the desk.
“Nothing! Nothing I swear!” You blushed dark and looked away.
Bakugou had a scowl on his face as he looked out your window, rain still heavy. Your bedroom window faced his, but thanks to his black out curtains and a dying tree in the way, you wouldn’t be able to tell unless the curtains opened. He noticed the driveway where his mom’s car now sat parked.
“Thank fuck.” He barked as he stood up, right on time for your mom to come in and give him back the now dried and pressed uniform.
You let out a soft breath as you walked him out, giving him your umbrella to walk the two feet to his house so he wasn’t soaked.
The next morning, it was still raining, and your mom had a early shift, so the walk to school was going to be majorly annoying. Even more so when you remembered you gave Bakugou your umbrella and your mom took hers.
Sighing as you locked the front door, you treaded down the pathway. The rain was cold as it soaked your hair, of course it was also a morning you couldn’t find a single jacket with a proper hood.
You kept your eyes trained on the ground when all of a sudden the rain seemed to stop and you felt a presence next to you.
You looked up to see Katsuki walking next to you, holding your red umbrella above your heads.
“Don’t say I didn’t do anything for you. Got it? And if anyone finds out about this, I’ll blast you in two, understood?” He snapped
You looked at the boy with a soft smile and a nod.
“Okay, understood.”
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