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𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 ♡

afab/mom!reader x Price, König, Ghost, Gaz, & Soap

Part two of Confessing They Want A Baby

tags/warnings: Some angst but mostly fluff, (like, so much fluff!) Pregnancy, mention of birth. Makes more sense if you read part one first, but can easily be read as a stand alone.

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Price ♡

As you stand at the airport gate, holding your little boy in your arms, anticipation and nervousness consume you. This is a day you have looked forward to for a long time—the moment John returns home from deployment. It’s been a long and challenging journey for both of you, especially since John had to leave shortly after you gave birth to your son.

The airport is bustling with people, each lost in their own world of arrivals and departures. You scan the crowd, searching for any sign of John’s familiar face. Your heart skips a beat each time you see a man in uniform, but it’s never him. Doubt begins to creep in, but you quickly push it aside, reminding yourself that he’ll be here soon.

Your little boy squirms in your arms, sensing your restlessness. You adjust his blanket, feeling the warmth of his tiny body against yours. His innocent eyes meet yours, and you smile, finding solace in his presence. He is a constant reminder of the love and strength that binds your little family together.

Just as you’re about to give in to panic, you spot a group of uniformed soldiers making their way towards the gate. Your heart leaps with joy, recognising the SAS emblem on their sleeves. Among them, you catch a glimpse of John’s familiar face, his eyes scanning the crowd.

“John!” you call out, your voice filled with relief and excitement.

He turns towards you, a wide smile breaking across his face. “Darling!” he exclaims, his voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and joy.

As he finally reaches you, you see the weariness in his eyes. “I missed you so much,” you say, tears welling up in your eyes as your husband’s strong arms embrace you and your little boy.

“I missed you and our little guy too,” he replies, his voice filled with emotion.

You hold each other tightly, cherishing this long-awaited reunion. At this moment, time stands still as the chaos of the airport fades away. It’s just the three of you, together again, united by love and an unbreakable bond.

“I can’t believe you’re finally home,” you whisper, your voice trembling.

John pulls you even closer, his arms wrapped tightly around you and your son. “I can’t believe it either,” he murmurs, his voice filled with a mix of relief and disbelief. “But I promised you, didn’t I? I promised I would come back.”

You nod against his chest, the tears flowing freely now. It has been a challenging six months for both of you - the sleepless nights, the endless worry, and the long distance that separated your family. But through it all, you held on to hope, to the love that strengthened your bond. You hands your little boy over to his father, letting him hold him for the first time since he was a newborn

As John cradles your son in his strong arms, you watch their interaction with a mixture of awe and tenderness. It’s a sight you’ve longed to witness, the connection between father and son. You can see the love and adoration in John’s eyes as he gazes down at your baby boy, his fingers gently tracing the contours of his tiny face.

The fatigue from his journey is evident, but it doesn’t dampen his spirits. John’s smile remains unwavering as he looks up at you, his voice filled with gratitude. “Thank you for taking care of our little man while I was away,” he says, his voice filled with emotion. “You’ve done an amazing job, love.”

Tears stream down your face as you watch the two most important people in your life bond in this precious moment. You can’t help but feel a sense of overwhelming joy and relief. The weight of the past months slowly lifts from your shoulders, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and happiness.

“He is so wonderful, John,” you say, your voice filled with awe. “He’s grown so much since you last saw him.”

John’s eyes well up with tears as he continues to hold your son. “He has, I can’t believe how much I’ve missed,” he admits, his voice choked with emotion. “But I promise, I’ll make up for lost time.”

You smile, feeling the warmth of his words. “We are just happy to have you back again,” you assure him.

John looks at you, his eyes filled with determination. “I’m not going away again, love, I’m retiring from fieldwork, I should have done that a long time ago, should have done that when we married,” he says, his voice filled with determination and relief. “I want to be here with you and our boy, to build a life together that we’ve always dreamed of.”

Tears of joy fill your eyes as you embrace this news. The thought of having John by your side, no longer having to endure the hardships and uncertainties of deployment, fills your heart with an indescribable sense of happiness and peace.

“I couldn’t be happier to hear that,” you say, your voice filled with emotion. “God, John, I’ve missed you so much.”

John smiles, as he transfers your son back into your arms, a soft and tender smile that shows how much he longed for this moment as well. His strong, protective arms sneaking around you and your boy, holding you both close. “I’ve missed you both more than words can express,” he whispers, his voice filled with love.

As you leave the airport, the weight of the past months begins to lift. With your baby boy in your arms and John by your side, you walk towards a new chapter, grateful for the strength and resilience that has brought you here.

König ♡

You let out a tired groan as you stare into the fridge. It’s 2:43 at night and you can’t sleep. You’re feeling hot and uncomfortable, and now you’re also hungry.

You’re so done with being pregnant, having to waddle around like a penguin, your feet and back always hurting, your ankles constantly swollen, and not being able to see your own feet anymore. The weight gain feels like a burden you can’t escape, and you yearn for the days when you could move freely and comfortably and you still have two months left of this, despite looking like you could pop any minute.

You’re pretty sure you’re already the same size as your colleague was at full term, but you also have two in there, and it doesn’t really help either that the father of your babies is a bloody mountain of a man.

You’re always tired, and if you’re not tired then you’re hungry. König is taking good care of you though, making sure you have everything you need and indulging your cravings whenever possible. He’s been incredibly supportive throughout the pregnancy, always reminding you how beautiful you are and assuring you that he loves every inch of you, baby bump included.

But none of that is really able to comfort you at this moment. You are so looking forward to finally meeting your little ones, and having all this pregnancy stuff be over with, but having to go through this for two more months seems like an eternity. You are so tired and you hate that you don’t feel like yourself. Your hormones are all over the place and you find yourself constantly on edge. The smallest things can set off a wave of emotions, leaving you in tears one moment and irritated the next. It’s frustrating, knowing that you can’t control these sudden shifts in mood, and you can’t help but feel like a stranger in your own body.

There is nothing in the fridge that seems appetising to you, despite it being well stocked, and you feel how tears are beginning to well up in your eyes. The overwhelming mix of exhaustion, discomfort, and hunger is getting the best of you. You’re just about to let out a measly sob but instead you let out a surprised shriek as a pair of big, strong arms sneak around your body. The shriek turns into a relieved sigh as Königs big palms settle at the underside of your belly, gently lifting up your heavy bump. You instantly feel the relief in your sore back.

König’s deep voice whispers soothingly in your ear. “I woke up and you weren’t in bed. Are you okay?”

You lean back into König’s embrace, grateful for his strong presence, both physically and emotionally. “I just couldn’t sleep,” you mutter, trying to mask the maelstrom of feelings you’re having, but failing, your voice shaking with emotion.

“You could have woken me,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You can feel his warmth behind you, his calming presence bringing a sense of comfort to your tired body.

“I didn’t want to disturb you,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. “You need rest too.”

König’s hands continue to support your belly, his touch gentle yet firm. “Schatz, you are carrying our children,” he reminds you, his voice full of love and adoration. “Your well-being is my top priority.”

Tears blur your vision as his words wash over you, and you find yourself choked up with gratitude for this man who has been your rock throughout this pregnancy. He’s gone above and beyond to make sure you feel loved and cared for, even when the weight of it all feels overwhelming.

With a small sigh, you turn your body around to face him, resting your head against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat against your cheek. He holds you tighter, but still being careful of your bump as he leans down to place a tender kiss on your forehead.

“I’m just so tired,” you admit, your voice trembling with exhaustion. “I feel so exhausted and uncomfortable all the time. I miss feeling like myself, and I’m tired of being so emotional. I just want this pregnancy to be over.”

König rubs circles on your back, his touch providing a soothing rhythm. “I understand,” he murmurs, his words filled with empathy. “But remember, meine Liebe, you’re growing two beautiful lives within you. Your strength is immeasurable. And when they are finally here, all of this will be worth it.”

“Yeah, it will,” you agree. Despite all the tears, sleepless nights and sore muscles, it really is going to be worth it in the end. You take a deep breath, trying to gather yourself. “I just... I don’t feel like myself anymore,” you whisper, your voice breaking slightly. “Everything feels so different. I know it’s for a good cause, but still…”

König’s arms tighten around you, providing a sense of security. “I know it’s been tough for you,” he says softly, his voice filled with understanding. “But please remember that you can always talk to me.”

He wipes away a stray tear from your cheek and leans down to place another gentle kiss on your forehead. “I may not fully understand what you’re going through, but I will always be here to listen and support you,” he assures, his voice filled with love and reassurance.

You are just about to answer him when you’re cut off by the beeps of the open fridge behind you. König releases his hold on you to push the fridge door close but his arms find you again as soon as the door shuts.

“We don’t have any food, by the way,” you murmur into the soft cotton of his t-shirt.

König chuckles softly, his deep voice rumbling against your cheek. “I don’t know if that’s really true, Schatz.”

“Well, we don’t have the right food,” you retort, letting out a small sigh. König’s arms tighten around you, bringing you closer to him.

“Would ice cream be the right kind of food right now?”

“It would, but we don’t have any,” you sigh, nuzzling yourself into his broad chest.

“Yes, we do,” he hums. “I bought some more yesterday.”

Your eyes widen in surprise as you look up at him, a mixture of disbelief and delight washing over you. “Really?” you ask, a glimmer of hope in your voice.

“Yeah,” he chuckles, clearly amused by your reaction. “I knew you’d crave it sooner or later, so I stocked up.” You can’t help but smile at his thoughtfulness as König releases you from his embrace and walks over to the freezer, rummaging around before emerging with a tub of your favourite ice cream flavour.

He returns to you, a triumphant smile on his face, and hands you the tub of ice cream along with a spoon. You can’t help but let out a small laugh, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over you.

“Thank you, König,” you say sincerely, taking the tub of ice cream from him. “You always know how to make things better.”

He smiles warmly, his eyes filled with love and adoration. “It’s the least I can do, my love,” he replies, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your temple. “Seeing you happy and comforted is all I want.”

You waddle into the living room and settle back into the sofa, snuggled close into König’s side, and as you take your first bite of ice cream, snuggled up against the giant man beside you, you can feel the stress and exhaustion slowly melting away, as you rest your head on his broad shoulder..

As you continue to eat, König wraps his arms around you, his presence providing a comforting stability. The two of you chat softly, sharing light-hearted moments and making plans for the future. It feels like a respite from the weight of the pregnancy, and you find yourself able to let go, even just for a little while.

You’re so grateful for this moment of solace and for the unwavering support König has shown you throughout the pregnancy. Together, you finish the tub of ice cream, savouring every last bite. As you place the empty container aside, König pulls you closer, his arms enveloping you in a warm embrace.

“Thank you for being there for me,” you whisper, feeling a sense of peace wash over you.

He presses a gentle kiss to your temple, his voice filled with love and tenderness. “Always, meine Liebe. Always.”

Ghost ♡

As you sit in the car, your heart swells with a mix of emotions. The exhaustion from giving birth to your beautiful baby girl still lingers, but so does the overwhelming joy and love that fills every inch of your being. Next to you, Simon grips the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white as he slowly drives the car forward at a much slower pace than the speed limit. The weight of responsibility rests heavily on his shoulders, and you can see the mixture of excitement and nervousness in his brown eyes.

You can’t help but smile as you look at him, his blond hair tousled and his strong jawline set with determination. You reach over and place your hand on his, intertwining your fingers. “We’re really parents now,” you say softly, the reality of it sinking in.

Simon glances at you, his lips curling into a tender smile. “Yeah, we are,” he replies, his voice filled with both awe and disbelief. “I can’t believe she’s ours.”

“I can, she looks so much like you,” you say with a soft smile on your lips, constantly stealing glances at the tiny bundle of joy in the rearview mirror, marvelling at her delicate features.

As the car moves along the familiar streets towards home, you can’t help but notice how the people outside are going about their daily routine, seemingly completely oblivious to the life-altering event that has just taken place in your little world. The inside of the car being your own little cocoon of love. You can’t help but reflect on the journey that brought you here. From the moment you found out you were pregnant and telling Simon, to the hours of labour and delivery, it’s been a whirlwind of emotions and anticipation. And now, you’re finally taking your little girl home, to start a new chapter of your lives together.

As you pull into the driveway, Simon turns off the engine and looks at you, his eyes filled with a mix of love and concern. He unbuckles his seatbelt and reaches over to unbuckle yours, his touch gentle yet reassuring. “Are you okay?” he asks softly, his worry evident in his voice.

You smile gratefully at him, nodding your head. “I’m tired, but I’m okay,” you reply honestly. “Just a little sore and adjusting to everything.”

Simon nods understandingly, his thumb gently brushing over your cheekbone. “You were amazing,” he whispers, his voice filled with admiration. “I’m so proud of you.”

Tears well up in your eyes at his words, overwhelmed by the love and support he continues to provide. Becoming parents had not been planned, but it was the best surprise life had thrown at you.

Simon opens the car door and steps out, walking around the car and opening your door, extending his hand to help you out as well. As you step onto the pavement, you take a moment to soak in the warmth of the sun and the scent of blooming flowers in the air. It really feels like a perfect day to bring your little girl home.

Together, you make your way to the backseat. In the car seat lies your beautiful baby girl, fast asleep with tiny, peaceful breaths. You can’t help but marvel at her, feeling a newfound sense of protectiveness and love wash over you.

With carefully coordinated movements, you lift your daughter into your arms, cradling her close to your chest. Simon stands beside you, his hand resting on your back as you both walk towards the front door.

Inside the house, you’re greeted by an excited bark as Riley, your furry family member, rushes to see the new addition to the pack. Simon gently scoops up your baby girl, cradling her in his arms, and introduces her to her four-legged sibling, making sure that Riley doesn’t lick or touch the baby, despite seemingly being very eager to do so. You watch with a mixture of love and pride as Simon gently guides Riley’s sniffs and licks away from your precious bundle, ensuring both the safety of your newborn and the happiness of the overjoyed German Shepherd.

As the introductions between Riley and your baby girl continue, you take a moment to admire the scene before you. The bond between Simon and Riley is undeniable, and seeing them both showering your daughter with love fills your heart with warmth. You can already tell that they will be inseparable companions as she grows up.

As the initial excitement settles down, and your little girl has been changed and fed, you make your way to the nursery, where everything has been prepared with utmost care and love. Soft pastel colours adorn the walls, and a cosy rocking chair sits in the corner, ready to cradle you and your little one during those late-night feedings. Simon follows you quietly, his eyes still filled with awe and disbelief.

Gently, you settle your baby girl into the crib, ensuring she is comfortable and at ease. Simon watches every movement, his expression a mix of tenderness and protectiveness. Simon wraps his arms around you from behind, his warmth and presence offering you solace and support, and together, you stand beside the crib, gazing down at your sleeping angel. “We created something beautiful, didn’t we?” he whispers into your ear, his deep voice filled with awe and wonder.

Tears of overwhelming happiness escape from your eyes as you look at the little sleeping girl. “Yes, we did,” you reply, your voice barely a whisper.

Simon gently rests his chin on top of your head, his grip on you tightening slightly. “I never thought I would have this,” he confesses, his voice filled with sincerity. “I never thought I could deserve something so precious.”

You turn around in his embrace, tears streaming down your cheeks, and look into his eyes, filled with love and gratitude. “Simon, you deserve everything,” you say softly, your voice filled with emotion.

Simon’s eyes well up with tears as well, and he presses his forehead against yours, his thumb gently wiping away your tears. “I love you,” he whispers, his voice filled with so much love it almost takes your breath away. “And I will spend the rest of my life making sure you both know how loved and cherished you are.”

You lean in and capture his lips in a tender, heartfelt kiss, sealing your love and commitment to each other and to your little family. In that moment, as your lips meet and the world fades away, you know that everything will be alright. As you break the kiss, you rest your forehead against Simon’s chest, relishing in the closeness and connection you share. “I love you too,” you whisper, your voice filled with an unwavering certainty.

“Thank you for having given me this, sweetheart,” Simon whispers, his voice choked with emotion.

You look up at Simon, a soft smile playing on your lips. “You’re welcome,” you say sincerely. “I couldn’t wish for a better man to do this with.”

Simon pulls you into a tighter embrace. He leans down and kisses the top of your head. “I wouldn’t have wanted to go on this journey with anyone else,” he murmurs, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity. You close your eyes, resting your head against his chest again, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your cheek.

As you stand there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the room fills with a peaceful silence. The sound of your baby’s gentle breaths lulls you into a state of tranquillity, and you can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of contentment and gratitude for everything that has brought you to this moment.

With a newfound sense of peace, you both turn your attention back to your daughter, who is still sleeping soundly in her crib. The room is filled with a serene calmness, and you can’t help but marvel at the little miracle that is your daughter, and the love you and Simon share.

Gaz ♡

“Babe!” your voice echoes through the flat. “Babe, quick, quick, come!”

“What, what! Is everything okay!?” Kyle comes running into the living room, his eyes blown wide as he looks at you with a worried expression. He has always been a little overprotective when it comes to you, but it has reached a whole new level after you found out you were pregnant.

Now, at a little over four months, you have started to show, not by a whole lot but enough for you to finally look pregnant, which only has made Kyle’s protective instincts kick into even higher gear, he won’t even let you carry your own purse when you walk up the stairs to your flat anymore, you can’t even imagine how he’ll be when you enter your third trimester, but you know that he only means well, and you do find it cute how much he worries about you and the baby. He is so excited to be a dad and you love seeing him embrace this new role.

You can’t believe that it was only a year ago he accidentally confessed that he wanted to have a family with you, and last week you found out that you’re having a little baby boy. The sonogram of your little bean now hangs on the fridge and you have caught Kyle looking at them with a mixture of awe and anticipation many times throughout the past week. It warms your heart to see the love and excitement radiating from him whenever he catches a glimpse of those sonograms.

But now, as you beckon him urgently, his worry is etched all over his face. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart before speaking. “He kicked!” you exclaim, your voice filled with a mix of excitement and disbelief. Both your hands placed at your slightly protruding belly you look up at him with teary eyes and a smile threatening to split your face in half .

Kyle’s worried expression instantly turns into one of sheer amazement. He takes a step closer to you, his hand trembling as he reaches out to touch your belly.

“He kicked?” Kyle repeats, his voice filled with awe.

You nod, your own excitement beginning to overflow. “Yes, just now! It was like a little flutter, but it was definitely a kick!” you confirm, feeling another surge of emotion welling up inside you. This moment, this connection with your baby, it’s everything you’ve been waiting for. “Our little guy is definitely making his presence known.”

Kyle’s eyes well up with tears as he gently rests his hand on your belly. He places a soft kiss on your forehead, his voice filled with overwhelming joy. “That’s our boy, already letting us know he’s here. I can’t believe it.”

You wrap your arms around Kyle, feeling a surge of happiness flowing through both of you. It’s a moment you’ve been eagerly awaiting, the first tangible connection with your unborn child. The months leading up to this point have been filled with anticipation and wonder, and now, with this simple kick, it feels like everything is falling into place.

As you both stand there, basking in the joy of the moment, you can’t help but reflect on how far you’ve come. From that accidental confession a year ago to now experiencing the first movements of your baby, it feels like such a beautiful journey of love and growth that is just about to grow even deeper.

“He’s going to be so loved, Kyle,” you say softly, your voice filled with tenderness as you look deeply into his eyes. “And he’s going to have the best dad in the world.”

Kyle’s face lights up with a mix of emotions - pride, happiness, and a touch of nervousness. “I hope I can live up to that,” he admits, his voice tinged with humility. “But I promise you, I will always strive to be the best father I can be. Our little boy will never doubt how much he is loved.”

You lean in closer, brushing your lips against his in a gentle kiss. “I have no doubt about that,” you whisper, feeling overwhelmed with love for both Kyle and the baby growing inside you.

Kyle chuckles as you break the kiss, a mixture of pride and adoration shining in his eyes. “And he’s going to have the most amazing mom, someone who will love and protect him every step of the way.”

With a smile, you rest your hand on top of Kyle’s, pressing it gently against your belly. “We created this little miracle together,” you say, your voice filled with awe. “And now, we get to watch him grow and I can’t wait to witness the beautiful person he will become.”

Kyle’s eyes never leave your face as he listens to your words. “I can’t wait either, thank you so much for giving me this, I’m so grateful for you,” he says sincerely, his voice laced with emotion.

You are just about to open your mouth to answer him, to tell him how grateful you are to have him, but you stop up your eyes widening with surprise, Kyle’s beautiful mahogany eyes mirroring yours. Your little boy just kicked again, this time even stronger than before and his tiny foot had aligned perfectly with where Kyle’s palm is resting against your tummy.

You both gasp in amazement, feeling the undeniable connection between you two and your son. It’s as if your souls have already intertwined, creating a bond that will last a lifetime. Tears stream down your face as you witness the look on Kyle’s face as he feels his baby move for the first time, overwhelmed with emotions you can’t quite put into words.

A mixture of awe and disbelief radiates from Kyle’s expression as he looks down at your belly, feeling the strength of your son’s kick against his hand. “Did he just..?” he whispers, his voice filled with a mixture of wonder and excitement.

You nod, tears of joy streaming down your face. “Yeah, he did,” you reply, your voice trembling with emotion. “I think our little boy wanted to say hi to his daddy,” you sniffle.

A radiant smile spreads across Kyle’s face, his love and amazement shining in his eyes. “Is that right, buddy?” he says, his voice full of affection. “You’re already showing us how strong and determined you are. We’re so proud of you, little one.”

He kneels down in front of you, placing gentle kisses on your belly. He whispers sweet words to his unborn son, promising to be the best dad he can be and vowing to protect him with all his might. It’s a beautiful sight, and it makes your love for him grow even stronger.

In this moment, you know that the love between you and Kyle will only continue to grow, nurtured by the beautiful bond you are forming with your unborn child. And as you stand there, you can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the incredible journey you are embarking on as parents.

Soap ♡

You stand at the threshold of the living room, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you take in the heartwarming scene before you. The last sunlight of the day spills through the window, casting a gentle glow across the room, and there, on the middle of the carpet stands Johnny, tenderly cradling your precious little two-month-old daughter in his strong arms.

You watch as Johnny softly hums a lullaby, his voice soothing and comforting as he gently sways back and forth. Your daughter, oblivious to the world around her, nestles contently against his broad chest, her tiny fingers curling around his shirt.

Mesmerised by the enchanting sight, you lean against the doorway, your heart swelling with an indescribable joy. You drink in every detail, the way your boyfriend’s eyes sparkle with adoration as he gazes upon the tiny being in his arms, the way his fingers carefully trace the delicate features of her tiny face.

The warmth in your heart fills your entire being as you witness the immense love and adoration Johnny has for your little girl. It’s a sight that makes you realise just how lucky you are to have him by your side. The way he handles her with such care and tenderness reassures you that your daughter is safe and thriving, and that you chose the best man in the world to be the father of your child.

The three of you are staying at Johnny’s parents house for the night. There had been a big family gathering earlier in the day, but now the last guests have left. Only you, your daughter, Johnny and his parents are left in the house, but the joyful atmosphere from the gathering lingers in the air, still infused with laughter and love. It had been the first time that a lot of Johnny’s extended family had met your daughter, and the love and excitement they had showered upon her had made your heart swell with gratitude.

Johnny had been so proud as he introduced his daughter to everyone, beaming with pride as he showed off her tiny fingers and button nose.

Johnny’s nephews, who have seen her multiple times before, absolutely loves her, already wanting to play with her, and showering her with affection. Noah and Oliver had taken turns holding her, their joyful laughter filling the room as they interacted with the newest member of their family. Even little Alfie, at only a year and half, had been curious about her, clearly intrigued by seeing a human even smaller than himself. It was truly adorable, and you and Hannah, Johnny’s sister in law, had laughed heartily at their interactions.

As you stand there in the doorway, taking in the beautiful moment between Johnny and your daughter, you feel a warmth in your heart that is unmatched. It’s moments like these that make you appreciate just how fortunate you are to have Johnny by your side.

Suddenly, you hear a soft rustling sound, and you turn your head to see Johnny’s mother, Teresa, quietly walks up next to you. The smile on her face mirrors your own as she watches her son bonding with his little girl. She gently places a hand on your arm.

“Isn’t it just incredible?” she whispers, her voice filled with awe and joy. “She is so wonderful. You must be so proud, my dear.”

You meet Teresa’s eyes, feeling a lump forming in your throat. The love and admiration that shines in her gaze mirrors your own feelings. “I am,” you reply, your voice barely a whisper. “I know I’m biassed as her mother, but she really is the most wonderful little girl in the world. And I truly couldn’t have asked for a better father for her. Johnny has been so amazing.”

Teresa nods, her hand tightening ever so slightly on your arm as she looks back at Johnny, a proud and tender smile gracing her lips. “He’s always had a big heart, but seeing him with his own child... it’s something truly special.”

You both watch in comfortable silence as Johnny continues to sway and hum, apparently unaware that he has an audience, the room fills with the enchanting melody. The love in the air is palpable, and you can’t help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude for this precious moment. Taking a deep breath, you turn to Teresa and speak softly, “Thank you for raising such an incredible son. I really couldn’t have asked for a better family to become a part of.”

Teresa’s eyes well up with tears, and she pulls you into a warm embrace. Her voice is filled with emotion as she whispers, “No, my dear, thank you. Thank you for bringing so much happiness into Johnny’s life, and ours. You are truly a blessing, dear.”

You hold each other for a moment, basking in the love that surrounds your little family. As you break away from the embrace, you glance back at Johnny, still lost in the world of fatherhood with your sleeping daughter in his arms.

As the late evening sets in, and you and Johnny have bid his parents goodnight, you retreat to the guest room. The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm light on the room, creating a cosy atmosphere. You gently lay your daughter down in her travel crib, careful not to wake her from her peaceful slumber. Johnny, still beaming with love and adoration, watches the two of you with a tender smile.

Once your daughter is settled, and you and Johnny have changed and brushed your teeth, you climb into bed, snuggling close to each other.

As you lay there, Johnny reaches over and intertwines his fingers with yours. He leans in to press a soft kiss against your forehead. “I love you,” he whispers, his voice filled with a mix of affection and gratitude. You smile, feeling the same emotions swell within your heart.

“I love you too,” you reply, your voice filled with tenderness. “And I love our little girl.”

Johnny pulls you closer, his embrace comforting and reassuring. “I couldn’t ask for anything more,” he says, his voice sincere. “Everyone really loves her, huh?”

You nod with a smile, the room filled with a gentle warmth. “Yes, everyone adores her. They have good taste.”

Johnny chuckles softly, his laughter filling the room with a sense of joy. “Well, who can blame them? She is truly something special.” He brushes his thumb against the back of your hand, his touch sending shivers down your spine. “I never thought I would get her back from Maighread,” he chuckles, his voice filled with a mixture of amusement and adoration. You laugh softly, recalling how Johnny’s aunt had playfully refused to give your daughter back after holding her for the first time, claiming that she was too sweet not to keep.

“I have to say, I’m glad she finally handed her over,” you tease, playfully nudging Johnny’s side.

He grins, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “Yeah, she put up quite the fight. But I prevailed in the end.”

You both share a moment of lighthearted laughter before the atmosphere turns more tender. Johnny’s expression softens as he gazes into your eyes, his voice filled with unspoken love. “I’m so grateful for you, and for our daughter. I never knew I could feel this much happiness.”

You reach up and gently cup Johnny’s cheek, your touch conveying all the love and gratitude that fills your heart. “I feel the same way,” you whisper, your voice filled with sincerity. “Having you, and our little girl, has brought so much joy and meaning into my life. I couldn’t imagine it any other way.”

Johnny’s eyes shimmer with unshed tears, his voice cracking with emotion. “I promise to always be there for you both, to protect and love you with everything I have. You two are my entire world.”

Tears well up in your own eyes as you lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to Johnny’s lips. The air is filled with an electric mix of love, contentment, and a promise for a future filled with happiness. As you lay there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, you silently savour the moment, knowing that this love, this bond, is something truly extraordinary. You drift off to sleep, grateful for the blessing of having each other and excited for all the beautiful moments that lie ahead for your little family.

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are always greatly appreciated 💕

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foreingersgod · 9 days

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If you can could you do a Caitlin Clark x reader with angst? Thank youuu

votes are in! we’re going with angst to fluff for this one!

Regrets . CC

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

synopsis: caitlin says something to you during an argument that she immediately regrets

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caitlin was a phenomenal athlete. she was good at what she did, blowing everyone away and breaking records, all while doing well in school and balancing the other parts of her life. you absolutely admired her for it, amazed by how perfect a person could be. she was so good to you, as her girlfriend, giving you equal support and love.

you on the other hand, were never an athlete, your dream was to pursue writing or journalism. you loved to write more than anything in the world and you knew from a very young age that that was what you wanted to do for the rest of your life. you often wrote small stories in your free time or touched up on trending articles, trying to write as much as you could. throughout your college years, you’ve been interning and taking classes to get you into a good position for your career.

you’ll admit, it was a very competitive career to go into, but you were determined to succeed. caitlin was always at your side, too, rooting for you every step of the way.

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it was a tuesday night, you were at home cleaning and fixing up dinner. caitlin was still out, something about a meeting with a few scouts. she didn’t say much about and said that she’d tell you all about it when she got home.

so you waited patiently, finishing up dinner and waiting for cait to get home. you pulled out your laptop while you awaited her arrival, beginning to work on an important paper you were writing for your journalism course. as you typed away at the keyboard, you felt your phone vibrate. you pulled out your phone, curious to see who was texting you.

cait <3: really big news when i get home, can’t wait to tell you

your heart started to beat a little faster, eager to hear what it was. you knew how hard she had been working to get the attention of some of these scouts so you hoped it was finally paying off for her.

as you were finishing up a paragraph for your article, you heard the lock of the front door jostling, hinges creaking as it opened. your eyes darted to the door right away, watching as caitlin walked in, positively glowing. she hung up her jacket and took off her shoes all with a huge smile on her face. you found yourself smiling too, her happiness contagious.

“hey, babe” you swooned “how was the meeting? big news?”

she came over to you, standing behind the counter opposite of you chair. “YN, it was life changing! you’re never gonna believe it, it’s like a dream come true”

her eyes were wide with excitement, still shaking from receiving the news. she had you anxious as you waited for her to spill. you closed your laptop half way to give her full attention, pushing it aside.

“what?” you questioned “the anticipation is killing me!”

“well,” she took a breathy pause for dramatic effect “a few of the scouts that i was talking to approached me after the meeting. they were telling me about how they’re recruiting for the women’s olympic basketball team…and long story short, they want me on the team! baby im playing in the olympics!”

“holy shit, you’re kidding!” you leaped out of your seat, rushing around the counter to congratulate her “that’s amazing, oh my god, i’m so proud of you!”

you hugged her tightly, smoothing your hands across her back.

“thank you, i’m freaking out still, it’s so surreal” she felt like crying “we’re going paris, YN!”

she was still on cloud nine, starting to text friends and family to share the good news, but you had stepped back thinking you heard her wrong. you? the both of you? paris? while you were aware that the events would be an international occasion, you hadn’t realized it would be that far away. you had just assumed you would do a bit of long distance for the time being, caitlin going to play and you staying here to take care of things and focus on journalism. noticing you had pulled away, caitlin sent her last text and turned back to you.

“hey are you ok?” she asked “went all quiet on me”

“hm? oh yea i just,” you started picking at your nails, nervous to bring up the conversation “it’s just that you said ‘we’?”

her infectious laugh rang through your living room “of course, you’re my girl, i want you there with me”

“cait, you know i’d love to be there for you in person and come with but…but i can’t just go babe” you said, apologetically.

your entire soul shattered seeing the look on her face as you broke the news. she looked defeated, trying to laugh it off as a weird joke “what do you mean you can’t go?”

“don’t get upset” you said, sensing the tension growing “but a trip like that is expensive, and there’s things that i need to take care of, especially if you’re going to be gone…and i’m just in the middle of a really important part of my path in writing…i need to be able to focus on that right now. but we can do it, you know? we’d only be doing the long distance thing for a little bit!”

“are you serious?” she tried to keep her voice calm, instead raising it slightly “this is a huge deal for me and you don’t even want to be there with me?”

“that’s not true! i would do anything to go, but like i said, that’s an insanely expensive trip and i’m in the middle of trying to pursue this journalism thing so i-”

“you’re not going so you can write your silly papers?” she ridiculed “fine, it’s expensive, we can work around that, but you’re seriously telling me you’re not doing this so you can write?”

you were dumbfounded, her calling your passion just some ‘silly papers’ made you sick. you’ve been pushing yourself to every possible limit to work towards this, and you thought she was supportive of that, i guess this was bringing out her true colors.

“silly papers? caitlin, pursuing journalism is my dream, you know that” your nose scrunching in frustration “i’ve always been supportive of your dream, i’m constantly putting my own things aside so you can continue to do this”

“yea well that’s because i’m actually good at what i do” she snapped. her voice was laced with spite, gaze shooting daggers into yours. “i’ve got a real job, with real responsibilities, YN”

your body was frozen, feet glued to the ground, limbs unable to move. the way she was talking to you hurt, any support that you thought she had for you was gone out the window. you wanted to scream, storm out of the house and slam the door.

“that’s really what you think, hm?” you sneered “that i don’t have a real job? that i’m not good at the one thing i’m passionate about? jesus fucking christ caitlin.”

somewhere in your body, you found the courage to move. without letting her get another word in, you grabbed your laptop and stormed up the stairs into your shared bedroom. she could sleep on the couch tonight.

the second you made it up the stairs, you slammed the door and collapsed onto your bed. you were seething with rage. for her to stand in front of you, after you’ve put your heart and soul into helping caitlin succeed, was like a punch to the gut. she knew how hard you had been working to make this happen, how many classes and workshops, how many late nights and meetings with publishers. she knew about it all and she still had the audacity to say such a nasty thing.

you pulled the comforter up over your shoulders, hiding below it, and sobbed in your pillow. you didn’t even bother trying to finish your article tonight, your headache too painful from the tears. about an hour went by, you had assumed, the sun going down outside your bedroom window. not once did you hear anything from caitlin so you thought she had left to blow off steam or made herself comfortable on the couch.

then there was a knock at your bedroom door. she didn’t have to knock, in reality, it was her room too. you didn’t answer at the raps at the door, nor when she called out your name. you didn’t have anything to say.

“YN, can we talk?” her voice muffled from behind the wooden barrier “i shouldn’t have said those things, i didn’t mean it”

you stood up, opening the door for her and resuming your position on the bed, pulling up the covers once more. she followed suit and sat down at the foot of the bed next to you. still silent, you waited for her to continue.

“what i said was uncalled for” her voice cutting through deafening silence “none of it was true”

“so why’d you say it?” she could tell you had been crying right away, hearing the stuffiness in your nose. it made her stomach turn knowing she was the reason why.

“i was mad. the second i got the news, all i could think about was taking you with me. i had the whole thing planned out. but i didn’t even consider what it would mean for you, to drop everything and go to paris with me. and that was incredibly unfair of me to assume.”

you remained silent, listening to her confession.

“baby, i don’t think your papers are silly and i don’t think it’s not a real job” her hands found the way to your legs under the blanket, rubbing at them tenderly to try and comfort you “i’m so amazed by how talented you are. you’ve put in so much effort into making a name for yourself and i admire you for that, i know you’re going to do amazing things. what i said was cruel and purely out of spite and it won’t ever happen again, i’m so sorry”

you sniffled, wiping the rest of your tears as you sat up against the headboard. she had looked horrible when you looked at her. hair messy from running her hands through it, face pale and flushed, it didn’t take much to realize how bad she felt for lashing out at you.

“i know you’re mad, and i’m upset that i can’t go either,” you spoke up “but if you’re going to make a habit out of saying things like that to me, i don’t know if-”

“i swear to god i’m not! that was a shitty slip up, but please, i’m being honest when i say that i’ll never do that again. i have never once believed that what i said was true, im so so sorry” she pleaded, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of your palm.

“i forgive you, but it’s going to take a lot for you to make it up to me”

“anything, i’ll do anything” she said “i can’t live with myself knowing that i made you upset. whatever it takes to gain your trust back, i’ll fucking do it”

you let out a small chuckle, knowing the real cait was already shining through. the caitlin that would go to the ends of the earth for you. her hand was still gripping yours, drawing small shapes around your knuckles and kissing them reassuringly. you tugged her towards you making her fall into the sheets beside you. you reached out, caressing her long strands of hair, silently admiring her.

the two of you remained there in bed without saying anything. the sun lingered in its final hour in the sky as you both soaked in each other’s presence.

you couldn’t stay mad at her for long.

#caitlin clark x reader #caitlin clark #wcbb #wcbb x reader #iowa wbb

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tteokdoroki · 9 months

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✩࿐TRACK 02: ONOFFONOFF. eijirou kirishima (2K)

about. by day, kirishima fights crime to keep everyone he loves safe. by night, you’re fighting to keep your relationship alive, even while everything else is crumbling to pieces.

warnings. minors, ageless and ageless blogs do not interact! suggestive, angst, hurt-comfort, hopeful/open ending, toxic relationships, dry humping, civillain + fem!reader, pro hero!kirishima.

things to note. happy saturday homies, i hope you enjoy this second instalment !! i adore writing angst pieces so it was nice to go back to that, enjoy mwah ! <3 - masterlist / series masterlist / playlist ✩

how could anyone ever hate eijirou kirishima.

by day, he’s everybody’s favourite pro hero. though number five on the ranks, red riot has a comforting charm that dazzles the public. fear dissipates almost instantly whenever he was on the scene, as if there was never anything to be afraid of in the first place. he is calm while he works, caring. holding crying babies to his plush chest as he breaks through burning buildings, pulling dazed strangers out of the way of speeding cars, taking out criminals with brute force and bright banter.

he’s wonderful with kids as well, which by extension, makes kirishima popular with the parents — often using their starry eyed little ones for a chance to get close to the bulky hero. of course, your boyfriend doesn’t realise. he doesn’t take note of the lingering touches during touching family photos with him, numbers slipped into his hero costume or how people lean against kirishima desperate for a messy signature to be scrawled across inappropriate parts of their bodies.

eijirou is too nice to say no, to set boundaries. he’s warm and friendly — the perfect aura of sunshine. in some ways, you can understand the way the world almost revolves around him. why all the people and their planets make him the centre of the universe. after all, it’s part of the reason you ended up dating him.

but the press adore him too, they really do. their beloved red riot is always willing to stop for interviews even when he’s busted and beaten, they love the way he leans down (all 6’5 of him) to hear the reporters better. they eat up the way he blushes and bumbles humbly whenever he’s asked about the status of his relationship. to which he answers “i wouldn’t say there’s anyone in particular that’s in the picture right now…” while sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, accidentally showing off his bulging muscles and firm chest.

how could you ever hate eijirou kirishima.

by night, he’s supposed to be yours and only yours. but you can smell floral perfumes on his collarbones from fans that get too close and you can feel the distance grow between you like an invisible barrier.

you hate that kirishima lies about your relationship to the public just as a ‘precaution’ when it’s clearly a ploy from eijirou’s marketing team to keep him the lovable, single, himbo hero. you hate that it makes you want to push him away.

it’s not just you and him in this partnership. it’s you, eijirou and the whole world that eagerly watches his every move — and it’s starting to make you feel like a third wheel, like less of a priority, like more of an accessory.

you don’t know when loving eijirou kirishima becomes difficult and starts to feel like a chore — in your mind, you’re under appreciated. he comes home from work, sleeps, and leaves before the sun rises without giving you an ounce of attention (aside from the money dropped into your bank account as an apology). the dates that you plan become less frequent too, or when they do happen, kirishima leaves halfway through with a lopsided sorrowful grin.

“the world isn’t gonna save itself, yanno. someone’s got to be on the scene.”

you fill the void in your heart with your work, spending time with friends who don’t offer the same comfort as your long-term partner and lazing about the house. but being alone gives you the space to begin resenting kirishima, giving into the toxic comparisons of your relationship against that of others — todoroki and his girlfriend are getting married soon, why aren’t you and eiji?

it’s not like you haven’t brought this up before, over quiet dinners interjected with snide remarks — it only ever leads to screaming matches that end with your throat raw and kirishima slamming doors so loud that the house shakes. but brought back together by the toxic cycle of love, you end up back in his bed and he ends up back inside you — taking root in your ribcage right where your heart lies, the thorns on his roses piercing the beating muscle.

you cough up perfumed petals like you would blood, kirishima leaving fatal wounds on the inside of your chest cavity.

it doesn’t stop the way you so brokenly make love, tearing one another apart and piecing you back together like patchwork.

“careful.” your boyfriend mumbles through swollen lips as they press against your own. he lets your tongue slide into his hot mouth, your noses pressed up against each other — breath ragged.

your hands reach for eijirou’s shirt to tear through it. each of your movements are calculated to replace what traces from others linger on him. you pull, bite and scratch at golden skin that is already littered with scars from his battles. those where he protected the country he loved, the people who loved him. “slowly…” kirishima ushers, you gently, tilting his head back when you tug on the black roots of his hair to gain access to his neck.

“d-darling, what’s the hurry?”

you love him so much that you think you might hate him even more. he’s so perfect, he doesn’t colour outside of the lines, he touches you like you’re a house made of cards even though his fingertips set your entire body on fire.

blood rushes through your ears, carrying a heat that blossoms in your lower tummy and intoxicates kirishima as you kiss him again — teeth sinking into his lower lip until it bleeds.

“c-can we talk?” kirishima stutters out as your tongue glides under his earlobe next and your hips slot against his perfectly, grinding down into his hardening cock. “w-what’s going on? fuck,” he curses, hips bucking up instinctively. “what’s going on with you?”

“nothing.” stop talking.

“darlin’, you’re being a little rough…” shut up.

“you usually like that.” you utter breathlessly, switching sides to leave marks on the unmarred portions of his neck.

this time, however, the red head grips your hips a little tighter — halting your movements and pushing you back so he can get a better look at your face. “baby, let’s just—“

“what, kirishima?” finally, you snap — glaring at him long and hard. “what could you possibly have to say now? that you can’t fuck me tonight because you’re too busy working? cause you’re busy thinking of bending over that pretty, ditzy little reporter from work today ‘cause she’s a little more tolerable than me? what is it eijirou?” you punctuate each of his words with a jab to his muscular shoulder, though the man is sturdy enough not to feel it.

you’ve had this fight before, dozens of times and on more occasions than you can count on both hands. eijirou either tunes out to play innocent or he snaps back with all teeth bared and fangs on display.

“you’re being unfair.” is all he says, tone dull and lifeless just like it’s been before. it’s like he’s given up on the two of you, not that you’d blame him. there’s no more fight left in the two of you for your love, only fuelled by the anger and resentment you feel towards each other.

“what next? bet you’ll think i’m being unreasonable.”

“you are being unreasonable.”

“oh i’m sorry, is that a problem for you? am i inconveniencing you, riot?”

“come on, what’s with the attitude?”

“excuse me?”

kirishima exhales shakily, letting go of your hips to pinch the bridge of his nose. his ruby eyes shoot everywhere but you, he can’t even stand to look at you when arguments like this come up. those eyes of his, they carry too much shake and guilt. “you always get like this. when i come home and i just want to be close to you and you get all…aggressive.” he spits out harshly, like the words are poison on his tongue, like he can’t stand to see what your love has soured into. “angry like you want to hurt me when i’m trying to love you.”

you scoff, rolling your own jewelled eyes. “love me? don’t make me laugh, eijirou. you don’t know the first thing about loving anyone except for you and your job.”

“will you at least fucking explain what i did tonight, ‘cause i’d love to know what’s got you so bitter, sweetheart?” hurt echoes in his timbre voice. you wish that you could tell him, but you flounder for words and react with rage instead — how can you tell the man you wanted forever with that you hate the hero he’s become?

“fuck you, red!” you stand, retaliating instead of communicating your needs properly. “fuck you, mister red ‘righteous’ riot, mister eijirou ‘incapable of doing wrong’ kirishima.”

kirishima’s face crumples but he follows suit, standing, but he doesn’t make a move to come closer. “what’s your fucking problem? what did i do?”

“the blame is never on you, is it?”

“well i’d like to know why it should be! if you’d just—“

“it’s like you have no sense of accountability—“

“i’m trying—“

“—like honestly, fuck you, eijirou.”

“you’re not letting me talk!” the redhead damn near screams, the base in his voice shaking your house, bouncing off the walls. he sounds drained, pained and no amount of medication can fix it. you’ve blackened his heart with scorch marks and danced amongst the flames and now you’re finally seeing that it’s not just you who this relationship is crushing.

each word you spit kirishima cuts him into the shape you want him to be, wounding him deeper than any battle scar.

“and you’re not letting me fucking breathe!” you shout back rather than listening to logic. it’s a low blow, you’re highly aware — a reference back to the early days of your relationship when kirishima overcompensated his absence for affection. he thought you’d worked through it. you liked to throw it back in his face when you were mad. you’re stubborn, you always have been, but for some reason you want to hit kirishima where it hurts. you want to cut him up into the perfect shape, until he feels exactly how you feel.

when he finally makes a move, you become aware of his sheer size for the first time that night. eijirou would never hurt you, he couldn’t harm a fly even if he wanted to but that doesn’t mean you’re not scared of his presence. kirishima touches every corner of the room, his anger flooding through it and pushing you under so that you’re drowning in your own mistakes and his too.

“you’re suffocating me too,” he mumbles, voice just above a whisper and you relax into his arms. “i’m trying so hard to be the man that you want me to be. you take so much, you want even more. you want a house and you want kids and i want to give you that too but you make it so hard. when you hurt me like this.” he’s being honest, the truth scratching at his throat as the pro-hero vocalises what you’ve failed to communicate for months. you’ve been selfish and he’s been avoidant, the pair of you only hurting one another, carving cuts so deep the wounds won’t heal and the blood won’t stop pouring unless either of you do something. and fast.

“where do we go from here?” you don’t even realise that you’re crying until your boyfriend swipes the pad of his thumb underneath your eyes, leaving no time for the salty droplet to hit your skin.

your teary gaze is tied to his as kirishima’s ruby eyes glisten under the moonlight. “i don’t know.” he hesitates. “i don’t want you to leave me. you need me.”

you whimper and curl up against his chest. “i don’t want that either.”

kirishima wraps his arms around you like a safety blanket, shielding you from the ugly truth of your own relationship. it’s always on and off with the two of you, but this time you’re determined to make it work — you hope that he is too.

“we have to work on this, on us.” he says firmly, but he squeezes you close as if you might disappear — holds you as if you’re a flower that might wilt if it’s touched. “none of this on and off, we…we gotta talk to each other from now on. yeah?”

“yeah,” for the first time in months, you sink into kirishima’s touch — accept his rough edges and hardened shell, and turn your pain into a promise. “we will.”

a promise to keep dancing together like it’s the first time even when the world around yourself and eijirou kirishima is burning.

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websterss · 4 months

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Hello - I know your requests are closed right now but, if you come back, can you write the proposal scene for the Dad! Ethan continuation thing? But every time Ethan tried to propose Samara keeps getting in the way with her antics. Even better if he pops the question without thinking after both he and Y/N are laughing after one of Samara’s shenanigans

(Don’t make me write the proposal scene💀🤣) So that was a lie.

𝐒𝐎...𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐄? — 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): angst, fluff

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2,298

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Ethan Landry x fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it! and happy new year! <;33

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

#The first time Ethan tries to propose, Samara is sick.

“Hey, you got a minute?” Ethan pops his face into the kitchen, where he sees Samara in your arms pushing against your chest and face. He rocks on his feet, his hand reaching into his back pocket, patting the black velvet box, he’s kept hidden from you for over a year since he had gone to Chad and Sam for their blessing.

“Y-Yeah what’s– Sammy baby–”

“No, no, no, no.” She shakes her head at you.

“-What’s up?” You huff, as she starts to cry out in discomfort.

Ethan takes a deep breath, his eyes glimmering with genuine concern as he looks into your eyes. “She ok?” His eyes travel down to her flushed face. He walks over and presses the back of his hand against her forehead.

“I think she has a fever. I came in here to take her temperature but it appears I’ve misplaced the damn thing…So I’m probably just going to take her to the bathroom. Let the room steam up and see if I can get her to fall asleep.” Ethan nods as you begin to walk down the hallway. He silently follows you both and finds a seat against the tiled floors, gesturing to you to hand over Samara.

Ethan smiles, taking Samara into his arms. Her feverish eyes stare into his, her expression one of pure adoration. She reaches a handout and touches Ethan’s cheek, her fingertips gently stroking his jawline. Ethan watches her silently, and a small smile crosses his lips. There’s a flicker of warmth in his eyes as he shifts Samara in his arms, and she leans her head against his chest. You look over your shoulder as you shake your dampened hand. The water fills up the tub making you grow closer to your little family from the loudness it emits.

“You just needed daddy to hold you huh?” You hum as you push back her curls.

Samara’s eyes flicker shut as Ethan strokes a finger down her face. Her expression sags and a smile breaks across her lips. “Mmm.” She coos, her fingers curling into a fist as she leans heavier against Ethan’s chest. She rests her head against his shoulder.

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

“Mmm?” Ethan bit his lip and looked up at you. “Oh, that…just what you wanted for dinner tomorrow. I was thinking of takeout again, Moreno’s around the corner.”

“Oh yeah, I don’t mind. Saves me the hassle of cooking.” You both laugh it out, the steam getting to the both of you but you didn’t mind it, Samara was getting her sleep.

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#The second time Ethan tries to propose, Samara gets bitten by a dog at the park.

Ethan looks up from his seat after writing down some notes. He sees you and smiles, waving you over. He sets aside his textbook on the blanket. “You're late?" He teases.

"Not my fault…someone wouldn’t leave until we found her red hair clip." You huff as you plop down onto the blanket across from him. Your eyes softened though watching Samara run into her daddy's arms.

“Daddy!”

“Hi, baby.” Ethan cooed, as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Don’t you look pretty?”

“Mommy did it.” Samara turned her neck to give Ethan the full view of her space buns.

“Yeah, mommy is good with her hands huh?” You scowled at the innuendo he threw out. He bit his lip to keep him from bursting into a fit of laughs.

“Mhmm.” Samara hums, agreeing and completely oblivious to her daddy’s stupidity. You roll your eyes.

Ethan laughs at your grumbling. “So, I’ve been thinking..."

"That's never a good thing." You smirk, letting out a laugh.

He rolls his eyes playfully. “Shut up.”

“Mommy a doggy…” Samara pulls at your sleeve getting up from Ethan’s grip. “Can I pet it?”

“Yeah, baby…” You respond to her not fully growing aware of what her question entailed. "I'm all ears." You lean back and give Ethan your attention.

"I think we should...you know..." His eyes glance away for a moment as if contemplating whether or not to say something. He looks over to Samara then double takes as he weighs in at the fact she was growing closer to a dog without a leash. “Sammy!” He panics, taking off into a sprint, your mom instincts kick in and you sprint after Ethan. Your heart feels like it snaps into two after she lets out a bloody murder yell. Ethan picks her up, inspecting the hand she cradled to her chest.

“Oh my god, oh god!” You run a hand through your hair as you look closer.

“It didn’t break through her skin, it just indented her. It might bruise a little though.” Ethan reassured the ongoing battle he knew you’d be having right about now. You both took her back to the blanket, her signs of distress catching the other's attention.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Is she okay?” The missing leash appeared along with what you assumed was the owner.

“Yeah, nothing too serious, just some bruising that will hurt for a while.” Ethan looked her over once more, pressing a small kiss to the side of her head. “Did he bite you hard?” Ethan asked her. A pouty nod was her only response. “Yeah? We’re gonna go home now, but a bandaid on your booboo.” He gestured to the arm she was holding. When she heard home her eyes widened, and a smile crept onto your face.

“No, no, no. Icecream.”

“You sure you’re hurt?” He muttered to himself, but you heard him nonetheless. “She gets it from you.” He turned to you.

You gasped. “Me?”

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#The third time Ethan tries to propose, Samara finds the wedding ring.

“Hey babe have you seen my tie–” Ethan called out to you as he entered your shared bedroom. He stopped at the door as he saw Samara sitting center bed with the black velvet box he’d gone through war to keep out of your sight.

“You’re what?” You called out.

“Uh…Nothing, nothing, I found it!” He cursed under his breath as he reached for the small child. He approached with caution cause one wrong move she’d cry and you’d be alerted. “Sammy.” She looked up playing with the box, his best bet was that she was trying to figure out how to open it.

“Pretty.” She held it out for him.

“Yeah it’s very pretty…pretty box baby. For me?” She nods and he grabs it from her. He goes to stand up and hide it somewhere where Samara wouldn’t be able to reach, but when she looks up at him with her eyes, the same eyes he gets to look into every day. Sammy may have gotten his devious smile and his curls, but she got your eyes. “You wanna see wants inside?”

She nodded eagerly. He chuckled, then plopped down the bed in front of her. “You can’t tell mommy about this though.” He smirked.

“Is a secwet?” He bit his lip, knowing she still couldn’t roll her r’s just yet, but her effort was one of the things he loved about his daughter.

“Yeah, it’s a secret, so don’t tell…shhhh.” He pressed his finger to his lip. She nodded and mimicked him. Now talking in a low whisper. When he lifted the lid, his heart soared at the way her eyes lit up. She let out a long gasp. She looked at him and then to the ring again.

“For mommy!” She gasped again.

“You think mommy would like it?” He looked at it with a funny face.

She nodded eagerly. “I want one too.”

“You want one too…I’ll see what I can do alright.” Ethan chuckled.

“Ethan, have you seen my heels?”

“Did you check in the closet by the door?” He called out over his shoulder, then threw a wink to Sammy.

“No!” He heard you rush to the hallway.

Samara then looked at the white heels that were by the door. She pointed at them then tilted her head at him as if to say Really. Ethan bit his lip to contain his laughter.

“Don’t look at me like that…” He did laugh this time. He needed to find his tie. It was date night, one where he was going to take you out for dinner, then hopefully propose, but seeing Samara plop back onto your pillows, he wished to stay home with the two of you now. He looked back at where your heels rest then back to the literal definition of trouble. “Sammy?”

“Mmm?” She sits up.

“You wanna do me a favor?”

“What?”

#The fourth time Ethan tries to propose, Samara holds your heels hostage.

“Sammy!” You run after her as she dodges and weaves her way around the apartment. “Sammy I really need my shoes baby.” You grow annoyed as Ethan chuckles from where he stands in the kitchen. “A little help here!” You sigh.

“Oh, c’mon—you seem to be doing fine.” Ethan grins, leaning against the wall, legs crossed as he watches you chase Samara around. “Why’re we in such a hurry anyway?”

“We have a reservation!” Your eyes almost fall out of their sockets.

“Well, I’m sure we can spare a few more seconds.” He leans off the wall and walks over. Sammy darts away, squealing and giggling, but Ethan easily catches her before she even reaches the living room. “Gotcha” He says, grinning.

“Really?” You huff, then shake your head.

“Oh, c’mon. Don’t be such a grouch.” He teases, then tickles her, making her laugh and squirm as she tries to get away from him. Ethan kisses her cheek again. Sammy squeals, hiding her face against his arm while he kisses her head, ruffling her hair.

"I don't mean to be it's just...I don't wanna be late. I'm sorry." You look down at the joyous smile on your daughter's face, and let your shoulders shrug. You could never be mad at her.

Ethan rolls his eyes—but not in annoyance, in fond amusement. “Well…let’s not keep mommy waiting now!” He laughs, then kneels on one knee beside her, you miss what he says to her in her ear. You quirk an eyebrow at your two troublemakers.

“Here mommy.” You look down at Ethan as you go to grab the heels, only it's not your heels that your hands touch. You immediately look down and your heart comes to a stop at the small black velvet box in your grasp.

“You wanna marry me?” He smirks. Then leans over to kiss Sammy on the cheek. She giggles waiting for your reaction.

"What?" You open the box and a simple 14 carat rests inside. Nothing too flashy, just pure elegance and simplicity. Just how you love your jewelry. Like your little family that you get to call yours. “What?” You exclaim.

He laughs. “Stop being cute, we don’t need another kid...” He jokes, taking a deep breath as if trying to steady himself. “I said you wanna marry me?” He smiles. “Cause I think we should get married.”

“W-What?”

Ethan chuckles once more. “I said, you wanna marry me stupid?”

“Well…yeah, but I-” You stumble over your words. “Why are you being so casual about this?”

“Cause...I’ve been trying to propose all month, but this one hasn’t allowed me to, so I figured I’d just involve her...that and my therapist said that it wasn't healthy to beat around the bush about this kind of thing.” He smiled sheepishly. “So wanna marry me or what?” He says casually again.

"Yes, you jerk!" You pout, smacking him playfully against his shoulder, your vision blurring from the tears threatening to spill.

“You like it, mommy?”

“Oh I love it, baby, thank you!” You bent down and kissed her. She beams up at you like you light up her night sky.

“I do have one condition though.” Ethan smiles, reaching into his pocket.

“What’s that?” You laugh hysterically as you glance down at the ring in disbelief.

"You have to wear that." Ethan smiles at your priceless reaction. You laugh as he takes the ring and carefully slides it onto your ring finger, a perfect fit.

Ethan smiles. A lightness fills his expression as an air of levity suddenly fills the apartment. “I-I know it's sudden, and it's not something we ever really talked about. But if these past four years have taught me anything– it’s that second chances are rare, and you should hold onto your person for as long as you can because you won’t know if you’ll ever see them again. I know I’ve hurt you in the past, and I will continue to spend the rest of our lives together making up for it. But what I also know, is that I want this more than anything, with you, with our baby.” He reached forward and pinched her cheeks while she now sat in your lap. “I know we already live together and we have an amazing kid and we basically treat each other like we’re married but I want to be married to you for real.” He pulls your hand gently towards him and presses a kiss on top of it. “So…you wanna marry me?”

“It’s a yes always.”

“Yeah?” His smile grows.

“Yes!” You breathe out a laugh as you bring him into a sweet slow kiss. “Always.”

“Good to know…” He smirks and kisses you once more.

“Mommy here.” You both pull away to see her extending her hands out with your heels. You both laugh as you pull her into your arms. Peppering her cheeks with a thousand kisses. “No, no, no, no, no!” She laughs as you both showered her with love.

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x fem!reader #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry imagines #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry series #writings by juls #my gif #scream vi:hcs

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infinityerlingx · 1 year

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Missing Person

pairing - rafe cameron(oc) x (fem)reader

plot - you being stranded on poguelandia for a whole month, somehow managing to get back home, and back to rafe

genre - fluff / tiny bit of angst

warnings - thoughts of loosing someone, heartbreak, season 3 spoilers

a/n - switched this up a bit where rafe wasn’t the reason that the pogues were stranded in the first place and he wasn’t captured by Singh either :) plus my oc of him bc I wanted him to be a right softy in this !!

With every passing day where you were stranded on the island, your heart broke that tiny bit more of being away from your boyfriend and not knowing how he was dealing with you being missing. Everyone in the group could sense your feelings, Pope really being the one to comfort you through it all, the whole gang were there for you but Pope just went that extra bit further to take your mind of it.

Bear in mind, none of the gang liked your boyfriend particularly considering everything he had done to them in the past few years, but they saw how happy he made you and they pushed any negativity to the back of their mind and let you be happy with him.

After many many days, you had finally been rescued, that’s what you all thought anyway, but crash landing down in Barbados with a man who was setting you up wasn’t exactly in your daily plans. However a few days had passed, Kiara had been captured and the gang had managed to help her free again, you were back in Kildare.

You lived next door to Kiara, hence the reason you had known her for the longest. The pair of you walking home, your mind drifted to Rafe every so often, but you had passed Tannyhill on the way home, and it looked abandoned, all of the lights switched off, the curtains all drawn, you were convinced that no one was there.

You finally left Kiara’s side after a little while, letting her see her family whilst you went to go see your own. You stood on your family doorstep, looking up at the white door, the modern house a contrast to how your friends lived, however you didn’t class yourself as a ‘kook’ you were just like Kiara, a foot in both worlds. You raised your hand to knock at the door, you heard a sigh from inside the house followed by a ‘how many reporters do they need to send a day’ by your mother, who’s eyes locked with yours through the glass on the door, her mouth dropped in shock as she fumbled for the house key, unlocking the door, pulling it open and staring at you in awe.

“Y/N, you’re home” She whispered, not believing her eyes. Her eyes prickling with tears, she was quick to pull you into her for a hug. Your dad was quick to leave the kitchen as soon as he heard your name, nothing you and your mother in the doorway. Your mother stepped aside letting your dad have some time with you. You and your dad had a special relationship, he was always so supportive of everything you were doing and everyone that you became friends with, he loved the pogues and he got along with your boyfriend so well.

“I missed you Dad” You whispered, giving him a tight hug.

“I’ve missed you too angel” He spoke quietly. “Why don’t you go get yourself freshened up and changed and we can have a family night, a much needed one” In which you couldn’t agree more, nodding your head before pulling away from the hug and stepping aside to let your mother close the door and letting you go to your room.

You opened your bedroom door, the interior just how you left it, your bed freshly made as if your mother had been coming in everyday to make sure everything was perfect for your return, your favourite picture of you and Rafe sat on your bedside table in a pretty frame. The view of the beach from your bedroom window, everything was just how you left it and you couldn’t feel more at home, however there was still something missing and you knew that that was Rafe.

After a long shower you got yourself changed into some denim shorts and a vest top, slipping on your converse before going back downstairs, wanting to go for a small walk along the beach. You let your parents know, who were very reluctant in letting you go at first, but they knew it’s what you wanted and you wouldn’t disappear on them again, they had to trust you.

As you were getting yourself ready, your eyes panned to the television. The news headline stating “Missing teens return back home after a month missing” you felt your heart drop, you actually were declared missing, and to randomly appear back in everyone’s life again, you felt weird.

Meanwhile on the other side of the island, in one of the many beach bars, Rafe sat in the corner, his eyes fixated on his bottle of beer in front of him, another day of you not coming back to him, he had spent every day searching Kildare to find you, he knew it wasn’t like you to just disappear off the rails, so he knew that wherever you were, you were definitely struggling. His hands clammy as he sat in silence, his brain fogging over with thoughts. However his eyes snapped up and all of his senses came back as he heard the news, his eyes landing straight on the television in front of him, he read the headline over and over again, his heartbeat quickening in his chest.

You were back.

He was quick to get up, making everyone look at him at his sudden movements. He took long strides, racing his own pace to get to his truck outside, quickly jumping in the drivers seat and began driving to the one place he thought you would be. Your home.

Rafe knocked quite loudly on your front door, however he was disappointed once again when he met your fathers gaze.

“She’s home Rafe” Was all your father needed to say to make Rafe’s entire body cheer up tears pricked at his eyes. “Well, she’s not home right now, she took a walk to the beach, you’ll be able to find her there” Rafe couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips, as he quickly thanked your dad, shaking his hand and leaving your doorway once again, not heading to his car, but the quiet path that he knew you always took.

His footsteps were quick as were his long strides through the wooded path that lead him out to your favourite part of the beach, he should’ve suspected that you were here in the first place, it was the place where you had your first ever conversation with Rafe, where you had your first date, and the place that you spent long days in summer. He emerged from the palm trees, his feet landing softly on the sand, his eyes scanning around the beach for you.

That was until his eyes landed on your figure, sitting beside the edge of the water, watching the sea. Rafe felt his palms get sweaty, his heart rate quickening from the sight of you. You were finally back. After a long month of searching the whole island for you. You were home. He still stood at the start of the beach, his eyes fixated on your figure, at least 100 feet away from you. His mind racing with ways of approaching you.

What Rafe didn’t realise was how much he actually needed you, everyday was such a struggle for him, waking up everyday knowing that you weren’t with him, and he had no idea of your whereabouts. He sent you multiple messages every day and you never replied, in your defence you lost your phone along the way. Every night he went to bed, his heartstrings tearing as he pulled your hoodie to his chest, breathing in your scent, that being the only way he could sleep some nights. He longed for you, some nights, he found himself sitting at the beach you were at right now, his mind racing with all of the memories you had both made there. There was no one like you, many girls came up to him whilst you were missing, obviously flirting with him, all of them thinking they would finally have a chance now you were out of the picture but he just sat in a trance, blocking out every word that left their lips, sometimes even leaving the bar he was at, going home and sitting at the kitchen island, tears freely rolling down his face. He built up such a wall, however with every passing day, it crumbled and he didn’t know how much longer he could go on, but here you were.

You were the light at the end of the tunnel.

Tears stung in his eyes as he slowly approached you. You could feel the presence of someone on the beach with you, your head turning, looking around the beach, however your eyes quickly landed on him. Your Rafe. He was really there, you weren’t dreaming him anymore. He was there. You couldn’t get up any quicker, Rafe watching you, as he still walked over, a huge smile taking over his features, his vision blurry with tears.

“Rafe” You sighed in content, your heart racing as you stepped towards him. Rafe quickened up his steps, stopping right at your body, you were quick to wrap your arms around him, his going right around your body, his chin resting on top of your head, yours rested on his chest, his heart pounding in his chest. He pulled away after a minute or so, his hands finding your cheeks, his eyes scanning your whole face, tears streaming down his cheeks. “I’m sorry Rafe, I missed you so much” You spoke, your words getting caught in your throat. Your hands travelled to the back of his neck, his hands left your face and pulled you back into him.

His head rested in the crook of your neck, however you didn’t feel him settle, the sobs racking through his body, you felt him shake against you. Your heart broke even further at the thought of him getting himself so worried about you. “I’m so sorry Rafe, I’m here” He squeezed your body even tighter in response. You felt your body shake with the upset of it all. You finally had him with you again, a month of dreaming of him coming to find you every night, he was here. You stood with him for a few minutes, before pulling away once you felt him calm down. Your hands found his cheeks, wiping away the tears away.

“Y/N, you have no idea how much I’ve missed you, I’m sorry I didn’t find you earlier, I traced the whole island looking for you, I was never giving up on you, ever.” You felt your heart break even more at the thought of him doing anything he could to help find you. Your hands trailed to the back of his neck again, pulling him that bit closer. Keeping him close to you, his hands found your face again, wiping the tears that had fallen from your eyes. “Where were you anyway?” He questioned you softly.

“We were on some deserted island near Barbados” You sighed, all of the memories flooding back at an instant, overwhelming you. Tears streaming freely down your cheeks. “I- I dreamt every night that you would come and rescue us, I missed you so much Rafe, everyone knew that I needed you” You sobbed quietly.

“I’m here now baby, no one’s every gonna take you away from me again you understand that?” He spoke, pulling you back for a cuddle. His hand on the back of your head, keeping you close to his chest. “I’ve got you” He whispered softly. You pulled away again, wiping your eyes yourself, stepping away from Rafe’s arms, sitting yourself back down on the sand, before turning your head and telling him to come and join you. He sat himself down right next to you, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulder, keeping you close, your head rested on his shoulder.

You looked up at Rafe, who was staring out at sea, the colours of the sky changing with every passing moment. You took in all of his features, the freshly buzzed hair, which took you completely by surprise as you lifted your hand once more, scratching your nails along his scalp. “Your hair?” You questioned quietly, as Rafe sighed in content at the feeling of you being with him again.

“Yeah, I shaved it a few weeks back, was annoying me, do you like it?” He asked, making sure that you weren’t upset with his new look, feeling insecure all of a sudden.

“I love it Rafe, it’s very you” You smiled, and for the first time, Rafe felt himself completely relaxed, seeing you smile brought one to his own lips. “There’s that smile I’ve missed” You whispered, making him smile that bit more.

Rafe’s eyes drifted from your own to your lips, leaning in that bit closer, before slotting his lips against yours. His free hand lifted, holding your cheek, his thumb stroking over your skin. The two of you fitted against each other perfectly, like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Your eyes fluttered shut, keeping the kiss soft, not wanting to take it any further, you were just completely content being back with your boyfriend. There was no feeling like it. Rafe was the first one to pull away, resting his forehead against your own.

“I love you so much” He whispered, peppering kisses on your lips, nose and forehead.

“I love you Rafe” You replied, giving him another sweet kiss, before slotting yourself in between his thighs, your back pressed to his chest as you watched the remainder of the sunset. Rafe leant his head on your shoulder, turning his head every so often, leaving soft kisses to your neck, shoulder, jawline, anywhere he could reach. His arms wrapped around your waist, your hands on top of his own.

Moments like this were ones that you always cherished, moments where you had Rafe all to yourself, none of your friends about, you longed for days like that when you were on the island. Now you were back, you weren’t taking any of it for granted ever again.

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btsmosphere · 22 days

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Supercharged | JJK (Teaser)

Get hyped!!!!!! Posting date chapter 1: 14th April

Chapter 1 is now here!

🗲summary:

It starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life. When your city’s most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours. Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance – one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens?

🗲pairing: jungkook x f!reader 🗲teaser word count: 365 🗲full fic wc: you do nOt want to know (79k...) 🗲genre: angst, action, eventual fluff, slow burn, enemies to lovers, superheroes/villains au, found family (imagine a mafia au with superpowers) 🗲rating: pg15 🗲warnings: in the teaser: none, just some tension. general fic warnings: violence with superpowers, weapons, swearing, arguing, injury, past trauma, mentions of death

>Updates every week!!

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a/n: guys. it's TIIIIIME!!! how many years have you heard me talk about how I was working on a superpowered jungkook story?? I started this thing four years ago so I can't believe the moment's finally come! it's been a long ride, and most of those four years was spent not writing this, but I just couldn't stay away either! I really wanted to tell this story, and now here it is and I am so happy to be able to share it💜 Let me know in a reblog, comment or ask if you want to join my taglist for this series! Over the next week before chapter 1 is released, check back as I introduce our characters👀I'm so excited for you to meet them!

As a smile was just blooming on your face, it was halted by Namjoon's next words.

“But. You aren’t ready just yet. I want you out there with us, so I’m willing to send you out sooner than I have with others before. These are unusual times, and you have to understand this will be more dangerous than I normally send rookies to. There’s work to do, with your powers, but also…

“As much as I appreciate your trust in us, I know it doesn’t extend fully. I need my team to be able to trust each other. Every single one.”

Fixing you with a hard stare to accompany his last words, he was effective in making you shrink in your seat. You knew exactly who he was talking about.

And that person was waiting for you right outside.

On leaving the office, you found Jungkook leaning up against the wall. Jin and Namjoon had hung back, leaving you alone as you emerged, and you instantly rolled your eyes. Determined not to be deterred, you kept walking down the corridor, trying to fix your eyes ahead – firmly away from the infuriating man that watched your approach.

“Scared yet?” his smirk bled through his words. You were almost upon him at this point, and he pushed away from the wall, blocking the way with his black-clad body.

Eyes flicking up to him, unimpressed, you tapped your foot.

“Why would I be scared?”

One corner of his mouth curved up, looking you in the eye as he leaned a little closer.

“We aren’t heroes, honey.”

“Thanks for spelling that out, Jungkook,” you drawled, making to step past him.

His laughter followed you while you started walking away.

“Need help packing?” he called.

“Hey, Jungkook,” Jin’s stern voice joined him, “no need. She’s not going anywhere.”

Jungkook’s silence spoke volumes.

Glancing back as you reached the end of the corridor, you were met with the livid expression that seemed so familiar. Jungkook’s eyes bulged with shock. You were sure that Jin’s hand on his shoulder was all that was holding him back.

Making the most of his eyes on you, you flashed a serene smile and walked away.

Thank you for reading!! Part 1 is coming on April 14th, and I will update every week (that's a promise, since it's already written in full!)💜

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wangxianficfinder · 5 months

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Fic finder

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1. Looking for a Cloud Recesses era fic. LWJ eventually ask WWX why he doesn't complete his punishment to get it out of the way (he just doodles in the library so the punishment stretches on). WWX points out that it takes more than 1 to cheat in an exam and yet where are the other culprits? This leads to LWJ's awakening to the unfairness/hypocrisy of LQR and interpreting rules. I think this might be just before the betrothal is cancelled, and LWJ confronts LQR or he steps up for WWX during this scene. Maybe? It could be 2 separate scenes. Argh! Please help! Until A03 lets me download and filter my reading history, you're my only hope! @mreisse

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2. Hi.

So i read an uncompleted ao3 fic that wangxian had an arranged marriage and were NOT in a good terms and lwj was always cold to wwx also wwx had to wear a mask all the time or a bad fate would come to him if anyone aside jiangs see his face. At some point he goes to live in a mansion in yilling with mian mian and mo xuanyu and xu yang to go away from rumors because lwj had to also marry wen qing to appease wen rouhan

Anyway i couldn't find the fic anywhere and i don't remember its name. I was hoping if you guys have any idea what happened to it?

FOUND? #2 is A Price to Pay by Wangxianist. They have deleted account and all fics.

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3. Hi! ／(^ x ^)＼

I have a request for the fic finder!

I only remember this one bit? scene?

it's at a battle, SSC maybe? and WWX and 3 or 4 others hold hands and talk as one and they light up, and weird magic happen?

I'm sorry that it is so little and confused ／(＞×＜)＼

Hi! ／(^ x ^)＼ I'm #3 on the fic finder and it is not Quartet

but thank you anyway! I know that I really didn't give a lot to go of

if it helps I think one of the people with WWX might have been WN or NHS, but I'm really not sure

Not FOUND! Quartet series by WithBroomBefore (T, 69k wangxian, JZX & JC & WWX & LWJ, Canon Divergence, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, WWX's canonical comfort with the prospect of his own death, Hurt/Comfort, JZX makes friends, Eventual Happy Ending, some unhappiness along the way, Canon-Typical Violence, JC keeps his golden core, JYL Lives, WQ Lives, Minor Character Death, Kissing, WWX Lives, no golden core transfer, JZX Lives, Fix-It, WN Lives, Weeping, temporary major character death, Murder Road Trip, Implied Sexual Content, Sunshot Campaign, Nonbinary NHS, Telepathy, platonic group soulbonding, Family, Found Family, POV WWX, Podfic Available, Siblings Sworn Brothers, aroace JZX, Happy Ending, all the Wen remnants live, POV JZX, JGY is less murdery, Asexual Character, Aromantic Character, JZX's social awkwardness, Poison)

FOUND! We Can See a New Start by preciousbunnynoiz (M, 127k, WangXian, XiCheng, XuanLi, Soulmates, Time Travel Fix-It, Biting, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, but mentally they are adults, Making Out, Fluff and Angst, Humor, Happy Ending, PTSD, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Supportive LWJ, Communication, Soul Bond, Blood, Found Family, Parent-Child Relationship, aromantic JC, Lesbian WQ, Queerplatonic Relationships, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Disassociate episodes, disassociating, Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Harm, Self-Hatred, Depression, Delusions, Mental Health Issues, Mental Breakdown, Attempted Sexual Assault, Therapy, Supportive JC, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Family Feels, Implied/Referenced Torture, Revenge, Self-Sacrifice, Accidental Bonding, Brotherly Bonding)

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4. Hi! I'm trying to find a fic similar do the 8 ask from the previous fic finder. In this one, it's also an arranged marriage, and Lz also pushes Wy into a pond when they're teenagers, but there is a scene, after they're adults and already married, where Lz prevents Wy from falling into a pond, and it's revealed that Lz didn't actually push Wy into the pond, he just bumped into Wy when he turned around too fast and Wy fell into the pond, he was going to help Wy get out, but Wy got out by himself before Lz coulp help him and went away before Lz could say he was sorry and explain what happened.

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5. looking for a fic were lan xichen has the big sad, probably was a modern au. lan wangji and wei wuxian come by to help him clean his apartment and lan wangji is like “sorry I haven’t been here for you”. there’s mention of them putting the laundry away and stuff. fairly short.

FOUND! found in translation by sysrae (E, 12k, LXC/NMJ, wangxian, modern cultivation, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks, not LQR friendly, Meddling brothers, Coming Out, Loss of Virginity, Under-negotiated Kink, slight breathplay, Light Dom/sub, Aftercare, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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6. Hi! I’m looking for a fic. It’s wangxian modern au, they’re friends with benefits (top!LZ / Bottom!WY) and it’s told from Lan Wangji’s pov. Wei Ying gets in a car accident and is in a coma for 13 days (might be 16) and he ends up staying at Lan Wangji’s place while he gets better. I really can’t remember the title and it making me coo coo. Thank you xx @liv-andletdie

FOUND? Almost Lover by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 37k, Wangxian, modern, Angst with a happy ending, Hurt/Comfort, a bad thing happens to WWX, LWJ gets very sad, Hospital Scenes, Dubious Medical Science, pining for the person you're fucking, Friends With Benefits, friends who come together stay together, learning to use our words, there are also rabbits, Traumatic Injury, mention of past WWX/WQ)

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7. Hi, Thank you so much for your amazing work!! I am specifically looking for a fic where Jiang Yanli tells the Jins about where the Wens were living which leads to their death? And Wei Wuxian doesn't forgive her for that and even Jiang Cheng was upset about it. @yilinglaobunny

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8. It's both a fic finder and an ITMF, in the fic wwx had a tiger/lion and it was canon era, I'm not able to find it. // added the last part to ITMF post ~Mod L

FOUND? Time Unwinds in a Kaleidoscope of Red by vamprav (E, 30k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, WWX Has No Golden Core, Golden Core Reveal, BAMF WWX, Undead Tiger, Sentient Burial Mounds, JGY Redemption, As in wei ying recruits him to yunmeng, deadly hairpins) WWX raises a tiger from the dead in that one

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9. I’m looking for the fic where WWX “develops” a silver core - him, NMJ (I think), and LWJ follow JGY down a tunnel and catch him being shady, and JGY tries to activate the tiger amulet. It spirals out of control and WWX absorbs the power and it becomes a cool reservoir of power similar to a core, and WQ tells him “congratulations, you successfully invented a new kind of cultivation .”

Thank you for all you do!! @seussian

Hi! #9 on the recent fic finder post isn’t Never Again, although there are similar elements! The scene I’m remembering definitely involved fall~out from JGY using the tiger seal and WWX absorbing its power to save everyone. Thank you for all of your efforts!!

NOT FOUND! Never Again by Hauntcats (T, 67k, WWX & WN & WQ, JC & WWX, wangxian, graphic depictions of violence, major character death, Canon Divergence, Angst, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Time Travel Fix-It, Not JC Friendly, Dark, BAMF WWX, mentions of abuse, Not Everyone Dies au, XY doesn't have a happy ending)

NOT FOUND! ❤️ Tragedy is Not the End by Hobbsy3 (T, 358k, wangxian, Time Travel, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Golden Core Reveal, Canon Divergence from Qiongqi Pass, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Yunmeng sibling bonding, good dad wwx, good dad lwj, JZX Lives, JYL Lives, Junior Quartet Dynamics)

FOUND! The Breaking of Your Soul (Upon My Lips) by sunsandships (M, 40k, WangXian, XuanLi, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Mutual Pining, Canon-Typical Violence, Golden Core Reveal, Happy Ending)

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10. I'm looking for a fic where lqr regrets sending wwx away. I think it was something along the lines of yzy kicking wwx out, and wwx went to the lan household first (in the middle of the night?) but lqr thought he was being a disturbance and didn't let him in to see lwj and then wwx disappeared. Then several years later, lwj and wwx reconnect and there's a part where lqr is really repetent and shows that he always regretted turning wwx away bc he felt like it was partially his fault for how difficult wwx's life was after that. Tyvm in advance for everyone's help!

🔒Welcome to the Family Series by jiejieaini (E, 231k, WangXian, NieLan, XuanLi, Modern AU, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, London, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Adopted WWX, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Reunions, Hand Jobs, Gay Sex, Consensual Non-Consent, Dom/sub Undertones, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Christmas, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Praise Kink, Rough Sex, Rough Kissing, LWJ and WWX Have a Breeding Kink, First Time, Public Blow Jobs, High School, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Falling In Love, Love Confessions, Blowjobs, Soft WangXian, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Family Fluff, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Drowning, Canonical Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Dubious Consent, Rimming, Panic Attacks, Anxiety, Marriage Proposal, Weddings, Nightmares, Adoption, Pregnancy)

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11. Hello I am trying to find a fic, it was a little long ago

So what happens is that lwj and wwx were in full on love making session, cloths discarded and all and some people barge in on them 😭 I don't remember the rest but the people included lqr maybe idk

FOUND? divulgences by ataraxistence (Not rated, 3k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Humor, Love Confessions)

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12. Hi! I read a fic a couple of years ago that I'd love to find again... it was a modern au, where LWJ worked in his family run martial arts complex or something along those lines (I think a-yuan was a student, which is how WWX met him? But I might be getting my fics crossed) I remember LWJ was autistic, and there was a community festival or something and he was getting super overwhelmed so wwx put some juice or ketchup on his hand and pretended to be hurt so LWJ would have an excuse to go inside and "heal" him.

Thanks for all that you do! @scenicpixie

FOUND! leave all your love and your longing behind by ScarlettStorm (E, 143k, wangxian, modern, Meet-Ugly, Panic Attacks, autistic LWJ, neurodivergent WWX, the neighborhood asshole dog, if you've met one then you know, Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Minor Angst, major shenanigans, Happy Ending, for everyone including the asshole dog, setting out to make the neighborhood safer for your crush and accidentally building community, Eventual Smut, switch rights, Sex Toys, horny yearning, Masturbation, the chef's assortment of partnered sex acts)

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13. hi, im looking for a fic with a scene where lwj is in seclusion mourning wwx and is told he'll be forced to marry. he runs out immediately and gets drunk/brands himself, wakes up to lxc telling him their uncle has changed his mind and he won't have to marry (so please stop trying to die please). i remember literally nothing else so any assistance appreciated! @onlyegret

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14. For fic finder I am looking for a fic where Wei Wuxian is banished from Lotus Pier while Madam Yu is still alive and everyone in the sect has to turn away from him. Literally turn away: he walks down the streets to leave Lotus Pier and everyone he has ever known turns their faces from him. I think was technically outcast from the world of polite cultivation in whole (like no one from a sect was supposed to interact with him) but I don’t remember how his banishment played out after leaving. TY~!

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15. Hi i was wondering if you could help me find a fic. It is set during the yilling patriarch arc, the wens are in burial mounds. In koi tower madam jin was searching for jgs asking jgy about him. JGS was in a brothel and JGY got hit in the head with a vase because he didn't answer? JZX and JYL helped him but he suffered from a concussion and started acting weird and blurting out all his father's evil plan about planning on killing NMJ and trying to get the tiger seal i guess? In the end i think burial mounds and the wen creat a sect with jgy's help ? Amd i think it was a 3zun fic but i really cant remember sorry. Can you please help me find it i am searching for it for weeks now thanks!!! @booksandkdrama01

FOUND? Just a drop by R95irth (Not Rated, 184k, XiYao, WangXian, XuanLi, ChengSangQing, Humor, Crack Treated Seriously, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, 3zun | Venerated Triad Dynamics, 3Zun at the very end)

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16. Hello, seeking a bit of help because my own searches are turning up nothing. Looking for a fic where Mdm Yu had first (secretly?) married Jin Guangshan, before marrying Jiang Fengmian a bit later. It turns out that Yanli and Cheng are both actually Jin (because Mdm Yu *kept* cheating) and are disowned by Jiang and taken into Jin as servants. Mdm Yu loses her arms(?). Jin Guangyao tried to frame Yanli for poisoning Mdm Jin. @zoolooney

FOUND! Could this one be “OOC!” by A_flower_in_the_snow that was reuploaded on Wattpad

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17. Hi, i'm searching for a fic where lan wangji needs a favor from yiling laozu. Wei ying jokingly says He wants his first born and lan wangji proceeds to marry him so the can make that child.

FOUND? ❤️ spider lilies to sunflowers by cicer (E, 33k, wangxian, ABO, YLLZ WWX, fairy tale elements, mpreg, omega LWJ, alpha WWX, LWJ topping from the bottom, Mojo’s post)

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18. Hello for the fic finder, can you help find this fic, lwj is a uni professor who's stoic and cold and he's taking online classes and then one day wwx walks into the frame wearing booty shorts (?) and everyone of lwjs students are shocked and trying to figure out who he is. Eventually they find wwxs oh or smth. That's all I remember, if you can find it thank you so much 💞

FOUND? looking through a window by glitteringmoonlight (T, 5k, wangxian, modern, POV Outsider, College/University, Fluff and Humor)

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19. Hi, can you help me find this fic in which WWX is a General in the army (and is also a Prince I suppose but not like next in line) and is rumored to be hideous looking because of the scar on his face or something and is feared by the world. WangXian are married (arranged) and WWX only sleeps with LWJ enough to conceive a child and once he is informed of LWJ being pregnant, WWX stops seeing LWJ at all. WWX is under the impression that LWJ would find him ugly and so he even dims the lights and has LWJ wear a blindfold whenever they share their marital bed. LWJ doesn’t know his husband, hasn’t even seen his face properly and has never spoken to him in all the months they have been married and he is feeling extremely lonely but one day he finds an injured man in his courtyard and takes care of him without anyone’s knowledge. He doesn’t know the injured man is actually his husband WWX.

I read this on ao3 and forgot to bookmark it and now I can’t find it. Please, I will be extremely grateful if you could find it.

Thanks!

FOUND? 🔒 Love Swept in with the Rain by Sirendipity (M, 35k, WIP, WangXian, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Historical, Arranged Marriage, Secret Identity, Mistaken Identity, Emotional Infidelity, lwj cheats on his husband with his husband, Depression, Mpreg, Discussion of Abortion, Period-Typical Sexism, Hurt/Comfort, Fantasy, Older WWX, Younger LWJ, General WWX, Unreliable Narrator, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Beauty and the Beast Elements)

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20. Looking for a fic that I remember only one scene from 😅 WWX tells LWJ that he could not have saved him no matter what he would have done, LWJ breaking down hard after. Pretty sure they were in the Jingshi.

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic finder #wangxian fic search #the untamed #wangxianficfinder #long post

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averagekanadekinnie · 2 years

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I'm craving some angst right now so here it is.

This is the scenario:

The arguement still happened. But there was two witnesses instead. Basil and Y/n.

When Sunny pushed Mari out of the way, Y/n immediately ran upstairs. Causing them to get killed.

Thanks to Mari still being alive, she told the both of them to call the ambulance. Unfortunately, Y/n ended up in a deep coma and died months later.

How would Sunny and Mari react to this?

(Note: Sunny had a crush on Y/n and Mari sees Y/n as their little sibling.)

(OMORI) SUNNY reacting to Y/N’s sudden appearance on the day of the recital/coma/death

Featuring BASIL and MARI the most!

Small featuring HERO, KEL and AUBREY!

Type: Angst

Warning: Death, Coma, and of course OMORI SPOILERS.

Proofread: No.. sorry

Note: HOLY CRAP my first request, I hope I don’t disappoint!! <3

BASIL had asked you if you wanted to come with him to check up on SUNNY and MARI, since today is their recital.

"Oh hey Y/N! If you’re not busy, would you like to come with me to check on SUNNY and MARI before their recital? It’s okay if you don’t but.. everyone else is busy so.."

So yeah, obviously you agreed! Nothing wrong with that, yeah?..

…

OH BOY

You both were literally outside their house door when you heard a loud feminine voice, both of you recognizing it was MARI’s.

"Oh jeez, what’s happening in there..? Let’s take a look, Y/N.."

BASIL slowly opens the door, letting you go first before he does.

The fighting seemed to come from the other room, specifically the upstairs room..

So, being curious kids, you and BASIL walked over to check it out, poking out both of your heads before slowly walking in.

It seems like both MARI and SUNNY were too busy to notice you both so MARI kept yelling while SUNNY stayed quiet, looking down.

You and BASIL looked up at them in shock, mostly at MARI but then—

"Y/N, look..!"

BASIL pointed out the broken violen near you two.

Wait its— broken?!—

"SUNNY, how could you break it?! Do you know how expensive it was?! We all chipped in to buy for you, even Y/N! And yet you wasted it like it was nothing!"

MARI yelled out to her younger brother, yet SUNNY said nothing as he continued to look down at the ground, as if he wasn’t listening.

SUNNY broke it, but— why?!

The look on his face when he first got it for Christmas.. was it fake?

Did it really mean nothing to him?

"Y/N.. we have to do SOMETHING!! O-Or—"

You sprang into action, dashing up the stairs.

If you were gonna be honest, you were pretty angry at him.

But you just wanted answers..!

"W-Wait Y/N?! What are you—"

It all happened so fast.

SUNNY had enough and went downstairs the same time you ran upstairs.

When you both bumped into each other, SUNNY got upset, and without even knowning..

He pushed YOU down the stairs.

You obviously fell backwards, then landed on the broken violin.

Both MARI and BASIL were screaming your name, but it was all a blur.

…You didn’t say anything.

You weren’t even breathing.

SUNNY snapped back into reality, while MARI slightly pushed him aside to reach you.

Once she did, she lifted your upper body and sobbed.

She sobbed like she just lost a close family member.

You and MARI were close, really close! To the point where she would call you her little sibling as she gave you a ton of hugs.

"Aww Y/N, you’re my cute little sibling! I love seeing you happy!~"

SUNNY on the other hand..

God, he had a little— no, BIG crush on you!

Don’t let his stoic expression fool you, just by looking at you his expression softened, making a ":0" face!

Even if he’s bad at communication, he really loves talking with you, even if your conversations are one-sided with just you talking.

Only if you talk a lot though!

If you’re quiet like him, then it would just be both of you making eye contact without saying a word.

But that’s okay! Just by staring at each other’s eyes, one can understand each other’s feelings.

The eyes are windows into peoples hearts, as one person would say.

Plus, he LOVES giving you tiny gifts to show how much he cares.

You felt a pat on your shoulder, but as soon as you looked over, it was SUNNY looking away with a red face as he held a DANDELION close to you, hoping you would take his sweet gift.

O-Oh! SUNNY, you’re giving me a DANDELION?" He simply nodded, his face still red. You smiled as you took the DANDELION away from him, holding it close to you.

"Thank you so much, I’ll cherish it forever!"

Though you were too busy paying attention to the DANDELION to notice, SUNNY was slightly smiling.

He would always want to hang around you the most, inviting you to his house to watch him practice with his sister, getting you whatever you want at HOBBEEZ, he would do anything for you!

…But now..

You’re gone..

"BASIL, hold onto Y/N for me and keep checking their pulse! I’ll go get my phone and call an ambulance!"

"R-Right..! Their pulse, I think it’s still there..!"

Thankfully since MARI was there, BASIL wouldn’t think of anything insane like.. you know.

As I was saying, MARI was talking with the ambulance while SUNNY ran over to your body.

He was in denial, you’re not dead!

You’re just.. sleeping for now right?

BASIL could only looking at him with guilt.

"The ambulance is coming, oh my god please don’t be dead Y/N.. BASIL, do they still have a pulse?"

"Y-Yeah!.. Yes they do.. thankfully.. hang in there, Y/N, help is coming!.."

Yeah, SUNNY really doesn’t want to believe you’re dead.

But thankfully you’re not though, as long as you still had a pulse right?

"They’re sleeping, right? They’re not dead.."

SUNNY spoke quietly as he kept shaking your body gently, as if he was trying to wake you up from a nap.

"Hey.. Y/N.. wake up.. please.."

MARI gently pulled him aside to talk with him.

"SUNNY, they’re not sleeping! They’re unconscious, because—" MARI stopped before breathing in and out to calm herself down. "Listen, Y/N is gonna go to the hospital and hopefully they’ll be better, okay? So don’t worry, everything is going to be okay."

SUNNY slowly nodded to his sister, before crying on her shoulder, realizing what he had just done.

He basically killed his crush.

MARI comforted him until the ambulance arrived to take you away.

MARI, SUNNY, their parents, and BASIL were already at the hospital when HERO, KEL, their parents as well and AUBREY heard the news and came as fast as they could.

Everyone was worried sick, even your parent guardian(s)!

AUBREY and KEL were crying their eyes out, MARI trying to comfort them, HERO wiping some tears away, BASIL in literal shock as he stared into the floor, and SUNNY..

Oh jeez SUNNY is having it worse.

SUNNY was crying onto your body as it laid on the hospital bed.

He’s quietly apologizing for what he’s done, hoping once you wake up you’d forgive him.

Everyone did their best trying to comfort him but it was unsuccessful.

Of course everyone was relieved you’re not dead (right now) and just in a coma.

But they’re still worried! You’re just a kid, you don’t deserve this!

Everyday, the group would visited you and give you little gifts.

AUBREY would just stare at you as she cried, hoping you’d wake up like everyone else was hoping.

"Please Y/N! Please wake up, everyone is so worried about you, even me! I’ll let you play with MR. PLANTEGG like old times!.. Just— Sniff.. sniff.. WAAAAAH!!"

BASIL would place a pot of a flower that reminds him of you next to you and waters it every time he visits, telling you all the facts about the said flower.

"You know Y/N.. the flower reminds me a lot of you..! Which is why I picked it, hehe.."

"…"

"I’m so sorry for inviting you that day.. if— if I didn’t, you would still be awake and happy and— sniff sniff.. I’m just— so sorry Y/N..!"

KEL and HERO would talk to you about their day and how KEL made it chaotic.

"Yeah, and KEL wouldn’t stop barking back at HECTOR! It’s like he could understand dog language! Haha..!"

"Well, HECTOR started it! He wanted to start a dog argument so I’ll give him what he wants! Hmph!"

"…"

"I hope you wake up, Y/N, then maybe you can have a dog fight with HECTOR too.. haha.."

"And I could laugh at you two.."

MARI would hum the music she was gonna play at the recital that day to you, hoping that can wake you up.

"I really wish they had a piano here, so I can play you the song again!.. I just hope I won’t mess it up for you, Y/N, heehee!"

"…"

"Y’know.. I really hope humming would wake you up, but that’s just silly isn’t it? This isn’t a Disney movie after all, where the problems would just disappear if the princess sings, haahaa.."

And oh boy.. SUNNY..

SUNNY would be talking up a STORM to you, which is so surprising, even for him.

Sometimes when he visits, he’d either talk a lot about his day or just simply cry on you.

He just

He just misses you bro

"You know, sometimes I wish this was all a movie.. remember SLEEPING BEAUTY? Like when the princess was sleeping eternally until the prince came and kissed her and she woke up? I wish that could happen with me and you.. I wish— I wish this never happened.. I just want you back Y/N, please.. please forgive me for pushing you, I swear I— I swear I didn’t mean it..! Please, Y/N..!"

To make this whole thing worse, you unfortunately passed away..

When everyone heard the news, they all cried, especially MARI, BASIL, and SUNNY.

If only they could’ve prevented it happening.

The funeral was filled with guilt, depression and sadness.

Literally everyone cried.

SUNNY did the most.

After four years, everyone is still pretty upset.

SUNNY has had it worse.

Like in the original game, he would shut himself out.

But sometimes he would come outside, because MARI is still there.

But now she’s at college with HERO, so he’s stayed in his bed for those years.

KEL would try getting him outside, sometimes AUBREY and BASIL would help out too..!

Oh yeah, everyone is still okay with each other after 4 years.

But since KEL was the first to accept your death, AUBREY was sort of pissed off at him that he moved on, but BASIL talked with her so I guess they’re fine.

Unless MARI would visit and get him out herself, SUNNY will literally stay inside all day, on his bed.

For headspace, everything is still the same.

MARI would still be a save point, but this time you’re with her as one too!

To make sure you’ll never be harmed, of course.

OMORI would be extra nice to your HEADSPACE counterpart, always sitting to you whenever him and the gang took a break to have a picnic.

Since MARI didn’t die, OMORI’s SOMETHING would NOT resemble MARI, but you.

But however, since REAL WORLD BASIL didn’t stage your death as.. yeah, but was still there the day of the incident, his HEADSPACE counterpart will still go missing.

MARI will be more.. quiet when BASIL goes missing.

So when SUNNY actually opens the door for KEL, AUBREY and BASIL, they’ll all try to hang out, for your sake right?

And thankfully since MARI is still alive, their parents won’t be divorced and they won’t move away so they have all the time in the world!

So when MARI and HERO visit, they all have a picnic next to your grave, all of them imagining you’re still here.

SUNNY would make sure he’d sit the closest to your grave like old times when he’d tried to sit next to you.

Once everyone comes to terms with your death, it’ll be a lot better! Everyone’s always visiting your grave though! Talking to your grave as if they were talking with you!

The grave reads:

Y/N L/N

"Their sun shined brighter when they were here."

Their sun referring to SUNNY, who still loves you till this day.

SUNNY will never fall in love again, he felt like he would betray you if he did.

#omori #omori sunny #sunny omori #omori x reader #omori sunny x reader #omori sunny x reader angst #angst #sunny x reader #i hope i did great!!#HOW DARE you start off with angst asker /J /J #coughs sorry if i make some of these characters ooc

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rose-riot-johnson · 6 months

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I have news my Tumblr Peeps😃 I definitely have a treat for anyone who is a fan of Choso from Jujutsu Kaisen😁👍To be honest I'm a fan of Choso myself and I just really feel inspired to work on a fanfic about him, as the staring character😃👍

*Atleast 1 or more long paragraphs in this fanfic😅

🩸🌹Your First Time With Choso🌹🩸(Choso x Female Reader)

Genres: Angst, Smut (and sex), Comfort, Best Friends to Lovers (Warning+18⚠️: Cheating, Bondage, Sexual Contact (Including, Nipple Play, Oral (both recieving), Vaginal Penitration, Boob Groping, Dom Reader, Praise Kink, Gentle Hair Pulling etc...), Language)

After the Shibuya Incident (and discovering that he is Itadori's brother), Choso simply became your best friend. He also became friends with the boyfriend you were with after you introduced him to Choso. It's like he's a mutual friend of both you and boyfriend. However there were problems with this.

On Choso's end, he had a crush on you, a month after you introduced him to the boyfriend you were with, as he's conflicted about having to repress his crush on you to keep his friendship with you and the boyfriend you were with, so he doesn't hurt the boyfriend's relationship with you. On your end, you're happy with your relationship with your boyfriend you were with and you wanted to makesure you keep your relationship with him and the friendship you and the boyfriend you had with Choso due to repressing something you feel about him (you weren't sure it was romantic feelings at the time), however you family (your mom included) has been getting on your case about the boyfriend you were with causing a fued between your mom and the boyfriend you were with, as your mom keeps threatening you with something pertaining him, whenever she's not happy, while dispite of his non-stop reassurance, you're afraid of him having ultimatums and you also fear that no one else would want you enough to keep you again, as you felt could never find anyone like him. You also felt Choso would only like you as a friend anyways, even if you were left behind in your relationship with the boyfriend you were with.

One night, while the boyfriend you were with was going to spend time with his family, you felt really alone, as you decided to text Choso to see, if you could spend a night or two at his place. Ofcourse Choso will reply with a yes, since not only he's living by himself, however he really doesn't mind someone's company, and he secretly enjoys your company most (aside from his brothers, Yuji Itadori included). Once you came to Choso's place, you hugged him more tightly, than usual, which he doesn't mind, however he sensed that you might be hiding something from him. He was more focused on the hug for some reason.

Choso asked, if you want him to cook something for you, which you told him yes, as you forgot to eat something earlier. After the both of you got done eating the food he cooked, he then said, "Is there anything troubling you, (Female Reader Name)? You know, I'm always there for you, especially if you need me or someone to talk to. Maybe I have been keeping my heart closed, too long, however I feel there's something you neef to get off your chest. Not trying to push you to talk about it right away. I just don't want you to feel hurt or anything.". You had to think about this for a second, then you answered, "Well, I'm happy with my relationship with (boyfriend or character name) and all... It's just that alot has been bugging me, recently... My family, mainly my mom, has been getting on my case about him, so there's a feud between him and my mom, so I've been trying to keep the peace and avoid conflict, especially to prevent any more arguments, even arguments between him and my mom. I also had alot of abandonment issues, especially relationship wise, so I'm afraid that if he find ultimatums or a reason to leave me behind or anything else that could happen, I just would have to give up trying to have relationships. I wouldn't blame anyone for leaving me, due to my luck and abandonment issues, however I'm scared that I have to keep my family happy, while trying to keep my relationship with him. I mean what does anyone see in me? Even you would be someone who only sees me, as a friend.", as you hugged Choso. This time you started to sob on his left shoulder.

Choso was shocked about what was you said, especially possibility that you might feel the same about him, as he then replied, "I understand. Would you like to talk more about it, (Female Reader Name)? And is this all you feel about me?", as he started to pet your back, when he meant to pet your head. You looked at him and replied back, "Well, I'm worried that he won't come over to visit me, because my mom is at my place to be the unexpected company often with her toxic behavior, while she puts some expectations that I feel that are unrealistic on him, while he has been asking me to visit him more than I was able to, which I feel guilty for, if not worse. I get family first and all, however I feel this is, too much, on me. So, I've been trying to find ways to ensure I get positive emotions or no emotions at all. I just don't know what to do right now. As for how I feel about you, I'm not fully sure what you mean, Choso. I'm not sure, if you'd understand... It's this feeling I had never felt for anyone before... So, please forgive me?". Choso, was surprised to hear those last words that are atleast asking him for forgiveness, as he asked, "Forgive you for what, (Female Reader Name)?".

You then touched Choso's face, as if you wanted to tell him you're sorry for what you're about to do. The next thing you did was move your hand on the back of his head, as you pushed head to kiss his lips. After your first kiss with Choso, he was more surprised with you, as he began to realize what you meant.

"I take it, you feel the same for me?", Choso asked. You then answered, "I guess this is the feeling I was feeling for a long time, Choso. I've been trying to protect your friendship with, (boyfriend or character name) and I, while protecting my relationship with him, however it just been getting harder on me to hold these unknown or unexplainable feelings I had inside of me. I apologize for my behavior just now.". Choso then replied, "It's okay, (Female Reader Name). I've been keeping butterflies in my chest, instead of letting them go inside of my stomach for a very long time for the sake of your relationship with (boyfriend or character name) and my friendship with him and you, both. I knew you repressed your need for me. Would you like to come in the bedroom with me?", holding out his hand.

Once Choso took you in the bedroom, you pushed him on the bed. Before he could ask why you pushed him on the bed, you ripped atleast most of the clothing for his upper body off him, as you then tied his left wrist to one corner and his right wrist to the other corner. For what you did right after you pushed him on the bed, he couldn't help that his cock his starting to feel hard. While he was confused about you pushing him on the bed, he also was low-key happy that you did tie his wrists to the bed like that, as this was something he always wanted from you, secretly.

You then took off your clothes before getting on top of Choso, as you then looked into his eyes, while touching his bare chest. You then played with his nipples, just tease him, as you didn't realize that you already teased him just from tying his wrists to the bed the way you did. He groaned from you playing with his nipples, even pinching, and pulling on them, as he praised, "Your hands felt amazing on my chest... And you playing with my nipples is keeping me under your spell... What surprise are you going to come up with for me next, my queen?", as he's hinting for you to do more of what you want to do with him and letting you take the lead.

The next thing you did was grab Choso's hair and gently pulled it, as you had your pussy in his mouth. You rode inside of his mouth while you looked at his face, as you were getting your enjoyment out of having him eat your pussy like this. You then turned yourself around (keeping your pussy in his mouth), proceeding to pull his pants down just enough for his hard cock to pop out in the open. You were using your hands to play with cock to tease him up more, then a couple minutes later you went to suck on his cock, into a deep throating sensation. He opened his eyes only for a few seconds, to see about watching you suck on his cock, however he did enjoyed the sight of your ass.

Once you finished deep throating you turned yourself completely around, only this time you moved off of his mouth to proceed to start riding on his cock, as his hard cock finally went inside of your pussy. While there was a little guilt inside the both of you due to the boyfriend you were with was betrayed like this, however feelings both you and Choso had for eachother was finally out, your situation has been extremely hard of you for a while, and the both of you just couldn't hide yourselves from the mutual feelings for eachother any longer, as you continued to ride on his cock, as you gently grab and pulled his hair again. However this time you had him kissed with you passionately to quiet his moans for a few minutes.

Once you and Choso finished kissing eachother passionately, you still kept riding Choso, as he whimpers, "Your pussy is so warm on my cock, sweet angel... You always have been so good to me, eversince we've became friends, (Female Reader Name)... I never thought we would get to do any of this together, like I wanted... Maybe tonight was good opportunity for this...". When he came inside of you, you still kept his inside of your pussy to makesure he fills himself inside of you, while you untie his wrists, so he can finally wrap his arms around you, as he began to cuddle with you. It was the first time in possibly months that you managed to feel relaxed and at peace, as you touched his chest.

You then tried to apologize to Choso, about "what you did to him", as you felt that, as if you were "taking advantage of him". He then smiled as assured you, "No need to apologize, (Female Reader Name)... I mean it's weird you pushed on the bed, however I assure you, everything you were doing to me was everything I always wanted, if we were to ever to have our first time together. Yeah it might not be right on how this went, however I understand why this ended up happening the way it did. And I get to snuggle with my best friend... And besides... You and your happiness is very important to me... How could I say no to you?", as he then gropped your breasts quickly, as he moved his hands to your ass, then proceeding to move his hands to your back to finally hold you into another snuggling position. It was one unexpected night that turned out to be a peaceful night for both you and Choso.

After that night you broke up with the boyfriend you had, due to the fact you couldn't take the fued between your mom and the boyfriend (you did had), anymore (you only told the now ex boyfriend that). A couple weeks later, you decided to live with Choso at his place, inorder to be able to finally, fully move on from the now ex boyfriend and to finally have more freedom and inner peace than you did months ago. Both your life and Choso's life have been, so much better, eversince then...

🌹🩸The End 🩸🌹

I hope you enjoyed this smut fanfic with Choso in it, my Tumblr Peeps🩸😃👍Honestly some parts of the fanfic was these last minute things😅Anyways I did read some of the Jujutsu Kaisen manga and I actually have became a fan of Choso, since then😃👍I'm also happy about knowing that there are other people who are fans of Choso as well😁👍So, aside from rebloging posts pertaining him, I haven't talked much about him, until this post involving this fanfic with him in it.I just been feeling inspired to write a fanfic about him💡😃👍I hope you had fun with reading this fanfic, as much as I had fun writing it😁👍

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picture perfect, chapter 1.

-> summary. you go to rafe's house after the lame pool party, venting and he makes you feel better.

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-> warnings. smut! 18+, mdni. unprotected (wrap it before u tap it), pretty soft smut tbh, p in v, angst to fluff, noah being a weirdo, lmk if i missed anything!

-> ren's notes first time writing smut..... give me some criticism pls, i felt so dirty writing this LMFAOO.

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Your car was parked outside the Cameron's mansion and you sat in there, questioning your motives. For the first time, when you drove to Rafe's house, you didn't feel guilty. Not even a tiny bit and that was what made you nervous. You felt as if everything your parents had raised you to be, was stripped away. You were a liar and a cheater, the worst thing a person could be and the worst part was you didn't even feel bad anymore.

You were naturally a empathetic person. You felt for other people and you always tired to be the kindest person you could be to others because that's how you wanted to be treated. You always wanted the kindness back but did you ever receive it? No. You were stepped on and pushed because of your warm-hearted and loving personality. For once in your entire life you've felt like you got the energy back.

Even though it was something that you shouldn't feel proud of, you were happy that you found someone who appreciates you for you. Even if it was Rafe Cameron, the druggy who you've known since you were kids.

You decided that for tonight, and every night that followed - you were going to be selfish. You were leaving Outer Banks in a couple months away, what's the worst that could happen? A lot could happen but of course, you pushed that aside as you opened your car door, getting out.

You locked your door and waited outside of it for Rafe's confirmation text. You couldn't just go knocking because his family would have questions, especially this early in the night. So Rafe was going to sneak you in.

rafe 🍃💫 dad's asleep so you can come in. i don't think sarah or wheezie will care

y/n 😍🤭 u sure???

rafe 🍃💫 ofc, just come to the front door and i'll let u in

You hesitantly walked away from your car to the Cameron's front door. You heard some footsteps and then you heard the door open, revealing Rafe. He looked tired - he was in pajama pants and a UMICH shirt, his hair messily laying on his forehead. He looked good.

You couldn't help but blush at the sight - you always preferred Rafe in more comfortable clothes, he looked so much better. You still loved the occasional suit though. He smirked at your lingering gaze, his ego going through the roof.

"Come in." He said softly and you obliged, walking in the front door of his huge house. You swiftly walked towards the stairs, Rafe following close behind. You'd been in his house hundreds of times at this point, you know the house like the back of your hand. You walked towards his room, quietly opening the door.

You walked in the door and made a beeline for his bed, taking off your sandals, jumping on it slightly. You sighed in content as you breathed in Rafe's familiar scent. You heard Rafe close the door behind him and he made his way to his bed, sitting on it.

You were laying on your stomach comfortably, your eyes closed in content. You hadn't felt this comfortable since the last time you were here and even though it may have been only a couple days ago, it felt like years to you. The stress of Noah's birthday was taking a toll on you and Rafe could see it.

"You okay?" Rafe shifted so he could be closer to you, his leg next your shoulder as you opened your eyes.

You sighed. "Yeah. Same old, same old."

"What'd he do this time?" Rafe had a bitter strike in his voice. He never liked Noah even before you two starting hanging out, his arrogance always pissed him off. Now he had another reason to hate him - he made you sad.

"Mar invited me to the pool, remember?"

Rafe hummed in response, listening intently.

"And remember how I told you Noah almost went through our texts and how I told him I'd get us weed? Well, that was kind of the only reason they wanted me there, for your weed." You explained, venom dripping in your voice.

Rafe looked annoyed. He sighed as he laid his head on his bed frame. "They're fucking weird."

"That's not even the worst part, they were ignoring me the entire time. I expected Nance to show up but she didn't." Your voice and expression had turned into a gloomy one. Rafe felt his heart break at your unhappiness.

He bent his neck down to where your face was, planting a soft kiss on your lips. He pulled away, looking into your eyes. "Fuck them," he mumbled and you smiled.

You pulled in again, pressing your lips against his passionately. You swiftly sat up as the kiss progressed, Rafe putting his hands on your face.

He moved his hands downward to your hips, guiding you to sit right on top of him, straddling him. The kiss had become less soft and more messy and needy, practically all tongue and teeth.

Rafe slowly pulled away from the kiss and you swallowed down a groan of annoyance but you quickly were back into bliss as he connected his wet lips on your jaw, leaving a trail of kisses down to your neck.

You let out a soft whimper at the contact, making Rafe harden beneath you. "No marks,"

He hummed against your neck, "Of course baby."

You started to move your hips absentmindedly against Rafe's, making him groan into your neck. He squeezed your hips as he went up to your lips again, pulling you in closer for another long kiss.

He started jerking up into you slowly and you could his breathy soft moans against your lips and you felt yourself become even more wet, if that was even possible.

He moved one of his hands to your face, moving a piece of hair that was on your forehead. Rafe pulled away and then led you to lay down on his bed, shifting in between your legs. He moved his clothed bulge to your core and you let out a soft moan and he felt himself twitch at the sound.

Rafe once again went in for another long kiss and you whimpered, "I need you, now."

He smiled against your lips, your neediness making him go absolutely wild. You were only in shorts so it was easy access, he pulled your shorts and your panties off in one go as you lifted your hips so he could easily get them off. He threw them on the ground before taking off his pajama pants, pulling them down to his thighs.

He pulled out his long member and softly stroked it. Rafe leaned his head back in arousal as he let out a groan at the contact. His tip was angry red and you felt yourself squirm below him. No matter how many times you and Rafe do this, his size will never fail to amaze you.

Rafe moved his member down to your clit and put the tip in, making you let out a loud unexpected moan. Rafe pulled his hand away and put it on top of yours, squeezing it. Rafe pulled in closer to you, putting a soft kiss on your cheek.

"You gotta be quiet, okay?"

You nodded swiftly and let out another sound. Rafe pulled away, lacing his fingers in yours as he slowly slid in, making you let out another moan. "Fuck, baby. I missed you."

You hummed in response, too focus on your pleasure to even take in what Rafe was even saying. Rafe slid all the way in, causing you to put your hand over your mouth to stop your loud noises. He stayed there for a moment, basking in the warm feeling of being inside of you.

He pulled his face closer once again and you removed your hand for a second so that he could kiss you. He started thrusting slowly in and out of you and you couldn't stop the loud moans from escaping your mouth. Rafe's mouth was still on yours so he swallowed them in, making soft moans as well.

Before you knew it, you felt that familiar tight knot in your stomach, your pleasure on a completely other level as you felt Rafe's lips pull away from yours. He let go of your hand, putting his hands on your hips and roughly pounded into you.

Your hand whipped over your mouth to muffle the loud moans from escaping your lips. The knot became tighter and tighter and you couldn't take it anymore.

Rafe could see it as well, your face contorted in the pleasure and you became tigher. "Let go, baby. Cum for me, come on. Cum for me." He encouraged. You listened to him, letting out an extremely loud moan as you felt yourself come down on the high.

Rafe was still thrusting into you, helping you ride through your orgasm as he felt his own coming, too. As he thrusted into you, he pulled you in for a kiss as he felt himself cum above you. He let out a loud groan and you squirmed beneath him, your pussy aching at the overusage.

He stayed inside you for a few moments, revelling in the quiet moment with you. He laid his head on your chest, listening to your fast heartbeat slowly become normal again.

Rafe then sat up, swiftly pulling out and you suddenly felt incomplete. It was the same feeling every time; you only felt right and complete when Rafe was inside of you. He sighed as he looked at your fucked-out expression.

You looked so beautiful; well, you always did but Rafe always felt proud when he saw your pretty face after he just rocked your world. He was proud because he knew Noah could never make you feel that way - he won't ever see you like this.

You smiled lazily up at him once you'd caught his gaze. "That was something."

"It's always something, sweetheart." He returned the smile. It was never awkward after, it always felt normal with him. With Noah, the only other person you'd ever felt comfortable enough to share this experience with, it was always like awkward and abnormal.

You got off his bed and headed to his bathroom. After quickly using it and washing your hands, you came back to see Rafe tucked into bed. He looked tired and you smiled at the sight. You closed the bedroom lights before walking over to his bed, quickly getting in. Rafe opened his arm out for you and you laid on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

He put his head on top of yours and he felt his eyes become heavy. The scent of your shampoo was the best smell in the world for Rafe, it was his favorite and it always made him the most comfortable.

He slowly drifted off to sleep before he awakened again with a buzzing sound on his nightstand. You groaned in annoyance as you grabbed it lazily from the table, reading the caller ID and furrowing your eyebrows.

Incoming Call from Noah ❤️

It was only 11 pm and it would've been weird if you didn't answer. You answered it, making Rafe pull away and roll his eyes.

"Hey." You answered.

"Hi, Y/N. Uh, where'd you go?"

You tried your best not to let out a scoff. Only two hours later he decided to care where you went. "Home, I was tired."

"You feeling okay?"

Why do you care, you wanted to say. "Yeah. I am... why are you calling?"

"Just wanted to talk to you... I miss you."

There was silence on both lines once he uttered those three words. Rafe had heard him and whipped his head towards you, growing frustrated.

"Anyway." Noah mumbled. "I'll see you tomorrow morning for brunch, Mom wants to take us."

"Yeah, okay. I'm tired, I gotta go to bed."

"Okay, goodnight."

"Night."

You hung up the phone as quickly as possible, turning back to Rafe. Your gaze softened at the annoyed sight of Rafe, making you crack a smile.

"What a fuckin' tool."

You laughed as Rafe laid back down, getting in the same position as before. You laid swiftly on top of him, growing tired as well. "I know."

"I miss you, my ass." He muttered. "God I hate him."

"Me too, Rafe." You said, your eyes feeling heavier and heavier. "I'm falling asleep so let's continue this conversation tomorrow."

He smiled. "Okay, goodnight Y/N/N."

Your heart jumped at the nickname. "Goodnight Rafey."

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direjoon · 1 month

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METANOIA [7]

✩ pairing: wolf hybrid nj x cheetah hybrid reader (f) - eventual ot7 x reader

✩ genre: soul-searching , romance🔞 , found-family , healing , angst , happy ending

✩ word count: 15.2k sorry,,,

✩ chapter warnings: uncertainty in behavior and emotions , anxiety , detailed description of male and female anatomy- not in an awkward setting but professional , new meetings and lots of anxious feelings at the end of the ch. please lmk if i missed anything.

✩ summary: She doesn't know. There is so much about her and her cheetah that she hasn't had the privilege to understand. Unknown backgrounds and unknown emotions clash with feelings of want- hopes of being herself unapologetically. Namjoon seems to be someone that can help her- but can the rest of his pack truly be what she has wanted and needed?

✩ cover: me

ch.1 , ch.2 , ch.3 , ch.4 , ch.5 , ch.6 , ch.7 , ch.8

Namjoon

After an evening of working out time for Y/N to visit Taehyung and his studio, Namjoon looks forward to his Friday meet up with her. It’s not that the members were feeling a particular way, especially after the overheard discussion between Seokjin and himself. Seokjin was the only one that had any qualms, and it was only to prepare for an extra space at dinner if she happens to still be there at dinner. Namjoon is only excited to work out the plans, especially in times when Taehyung is so excited.

The cheetah decided to stay home today to work in his studio, getting it ready for her, hopefully soon, visit this weekend. All the guys were excited, especially the big cats. Namjoon was pleased to see that, if anyone had any worries such as Seokjin’s, they were able to put them aside to welcome Y/N into a nice environment. They’ve known each other long enough that they would definitely voice their discomfort, but if anything, they were all quite excited about the idea- even when Namjoon specified his uncertainty in her wanting to meet so many hybrids and men at once.

The usual preparations at the organization are quick, and before he knows it, Namjoon is pulling into the Caddel driveway.

The door is opening before he can even knock, Y/N entering his space and giving him an over the shoulder hug. It seems the hug was only for her own motives, before she pulls aways, she’s whispering into his ear.

“Let’s leave.”

Y/N immediately tries to turn and push Namjoon out of the house entrance.

“Oh, Namjoon! Hold on, I have a question for you.”

Y/N deflates next to him as Maria rushes up to them in her apron with a fabric bag of packed goodies.

“How are you, Maria?” He gives her his usual smile.

“I’m great, I just wanted to give you guys these,” she hands him the fabric bag. “And I was gonna see if there was a chance you were free tomorrow morning?”

“Depends, what’s tomorrow morning?” He asks genuinely.

“Y/N has a chance to attend a class she’d like to go to, but I’m out of town on the weekends and Richard will be working at that time. I’d let her walk as she wishes, but it’s up at the hospital. I was going to see if you or someone you know of has the time to take her and pick her up?”

He looks down to Y/N, her demeanor shy and guarded. She’s obviously not comfortable with the suggestion- he’d guess it’s about taking up his time on a weekend when she’s not on his list of “duties” as she’d say. He really doesn’t mind, especially if this is something she wants to do.

“I can definitely fit it in.”

The silence in the car as Namjoon tries to figure out where Y/N wants to go with no direction or audible gesture is quite daunting. Did he say the wrong thing when Maria asked? Is she just not in a good mood today? Does she not actually want to go to the class?

“So…I didn’t know you were starting any classes. That should be fun.” He tries to get her to open up some.

“Yeah.” she vaguely gives him.

“What kind of class is it?” He tries to press more.

“Just- like, mental health stuff. It’s just one class, a free one I was recommended.”

“Oh, that sounds like it’ll be good, maybe I should sit in-”

“No.” Y/N turns to give him a baffled expression, her tone matching perfectly.

“Oh, well if you don’t want me there that’s fine. Is that why you don’t want me to take you?”

“Why wouldn’t I want you to take me?”

“Well that’s what it seems like. I won’t be offended, I just want to make sure you’re comfortable going. I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want to.”

Y/N lets a sigh out, her posture becoming more relaxed.

“It’s just…embarrassing- having to have someone watch over me and take me places. Especially someone that’s not responsible for me.”

Namjoon continues to drive with no specific destination, content on having her so open with him about her feelings after they knocked down a barrier between them.

“Just because I’m not a guardian of yours doesn’t mean I don’t want to care for you. The two don’t always go together. I care for you as a friend, thus I don’t mind doing things for you. We talked about this.”

“I know. This just feels different- it’s during the time you aren’t going out of your way to see me. It’s taking up the time you spend with your pack.I know that’s important, no matter what you say.”

“It’s all important to me, being your friend without the organization between us and my pack.”

“It just seems- invasive.”

“The only way it would be is if she assumed I could take you, or if she just wanted me to because she didn't want to. She’d be putting her responsibilities on me- but she asked and she makes good food. I don’t mind.”

Y/N seems to relax all the more with Namjoon’s words, uncrossing her arms to lay them in her lap and let her tail unwind from her waist to sit between her hands. Her fingers brush along her tail, holding it with care and light touches. Despite her demeanor, her next words are unexpected.

“Wow, my company isn’t good enough of a reason?”

Namjoon’s shocked expression goes unnoticed, his eyes leave the road in one second increments to decipher exactly what her goal is. A small smirk gives way without her wanting- luckily he spots it- but she speaks up before he can.

“I’m thankful.”

“I know-”

“I want to say it all the time, though. I want to tell you how I feel all the time, I want to let you know how much you mean to me.”

Namjoon almost accelerates in a dangerous manner when he hears what feels like the most meaningful confession he’s gotten from her. He just about giggled when she wished he was there at the breakfast with Taehyung- this is proving to be the hardest week to keep his cool. Their relationship isn’t normal in his terms of previous relationships, but it’s also not an odd, sexual thing when he thinks of his fondness for her. It’s a yearning that’s slowly building- one that is starting to become more and more consuming.

“As friends- as Kim Namjoon, the comforting companion-” Y/N gives a ‘pfft’ of laughter she tries to stifle. “I want to know how you feel all the time. Even if it seems unnecessary or odd. I’d like to know everything you want to give me, even if you’re embarrassed.” Y/N gives an abnormally loud sigh before responding.

“I guess I should be honest with you then.” She gives a lengthy pause that worries Namjoon.

“Should I be parked for this information?”

“No…it’s just- it’s embarrassing.”

“In what way?”

“A personal way.”

“You don’t have to tell me everything, especially if it’s personal and sacred to you in some way.”

“Ugh, I just don’t know how to say it. It’s about the class…”

“Are you embarrassed about taking it? If anything I think it would be an amazing chance to learn more about-”

“It’s a sexual development class, Namjoon.”

He doesn’t want to be stunned into silence. This is a very very normal thing to do. This is especially an important thing for her to learn about herself- a very crucial part about being a hybrid as well- since it’s so different from what Maria could tell her. And hybrids are quite open about these things, heats and rut depending on sex are taken into account by your employers. So, really, this is completely normal to talk about and have a mature conversation about.

“God, you’re thinking too much about it, can you just say it?” Y/N cuts his thoughts off.

“Well…I wasn’t expecting you to say that-”

“Oh, god.” Y/N groans, dropping her head into her hands to hide herself.

“Only because you lied. It’s normal information to seek out and- honestly- hybrids are open about their heats and ruts, so I don’t mind you bringing it up. I don’t want you to be embarrassed about it at all.”

“Wait. Heats and ruts? What are you talking about?”

Namjoon definitely has to park now. He doesn’t speak until he’s turning into the first parking lot he sees, parking and unbuckling, and turning to Y/N to gauge how absolutely serious she is.

“You’re serious? You’re not messing with me as payback for overthinking just a minute ago?” Y/N looks around in confusion because of his serious expression and questions.

“I’m serious- why? Did I say something wrong?”

“No, no no you didn’t, but? You’ve been going to the doctor right?”

“Yeah?”

“Are they a hybrid?”

“No.”

“Can I be honest?”

“Yeah?”

The ping-pong conversation ends with that last question. Namjoon has to stop and think about exactly how to say this. Y/N is truly someone that hasn’t even gotten basic education or a parental / guardian figure to teach her the basics of being a hybrid. He’ll go over the extreme basics and let the crucial class do the rest.

“Female hybrids aren’t the same as female humans. Your body is literally part animal- and animals don’t have normal hormonal cycles like humans do. You aren’t going to have monthly periods like most humans with the same anatomy will, you’re going to have heats like female cheetahs. Male hybrids have ruts just as their male animal does. There’s more instances based on gender identity and sex but- that’s the basics.”

Y/N seems to be thinking about something specific. Namjoon lets her, knowing that somehow this is new information to her.

“I’ll never have my period?”

“Unless it’s some extremely rare case, but, because you literally are part cheetah, there’s really no reason for a human menstrual cycle to manifest.”

“Why would my doctor not tell me this?”

“That’s- really hard to say. It could be because they aren’t as well-educated on the difference between the anatomy. Sadly, it’s quite common for doctors to not be well-fit for any one person. I think finding a hybrid doctor would be your best bet to get the information you need.”

Namjoon watches as Y/N deflates some because of the thoughts she has.

“That sucks.” Is all she says after a couple minutes.

“I’m sorry that you didn’t get this information from a professional that would be able to give you more answers.”

“No, it’s okay. I trust you. I mean- I trust the doctor either way just because she was nice and respectful each time. It’s just confusing and- I think it’s unfair that you had to tell me. I wish I just knew more. I feel dumb.”

“Y/N I respect you too much to just feel like I have to do things with and for you. I told you I do them because I want to. It’s always genuine.”

“Thank you for telling me. I guess I’ll get more answers tomorrow, and hopefully I can find a new doctor soon. Anyways! I’m starving.” Her switch in demeanor worries him but she obviously wants the change in conversation.

Namjoon knows this can be a lot, but Y/N seems to be in the process of trying to think about it and accept it with ease. He easily follows through with her wishes and starts the car to head to their usual park- but he’ll definitely check in on her later. Maybe after this class she’ll have more information and thus some type of closure with the unknown.

Y/N

“You’re joking.” Y/N looks out at the front of the shops from the passenger car seat.

“You’re the one that said you felt under-dressed.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to- your eyes show it.”

Namjoon picked her up with time to spare. Honestly, she was extremely thankful for it- the chances of being late are very low. But, her only issue upon his arrival to pick her up was their difference in clothes. Y/N is used to wearing her usually comfortable outfits- sweats and a tee with simple shoes and a plain gray sweater. Besides that one black outfit, Y/N is also used to Namjoon wearing a tee and jeans as well. But on his days off, it seems his style is much different.

Namjoon’s baggy, black slacks that hang over mainly black shoes caught her attention first as he stood at the door. Then his matching black hoodie with lettering layered under a baggy leather jacket led her to his sunglass-pushed-back hair. He was truly dressed for something far more important than dropping her off at a class.

Even as he led her to the car, Namjoon instead followed her to her side of the car and opened the door for her. Her confused looks and weirdly shy-demeanor around him was definitely new, but she couldn’t just bring attention to it. Even as she watched him from the passenger seat, she tried her best to be discreet in her staring. He was truly good-looking. Day by day, he seems to show her more and more- and the more personal it is, the more she finds she can’t stop looking at him.

“My outfit isn’t bad.” She pouts, pulling her t-shirt out by the hem to look down at it.

“I didn’t say it was bad. You just looked like a kicked puppy at the sight of mine ever since we left the house. We have an extra 45 minutes before check-in starts- we can just…try something if that’s what you wanna do. If I read it wrong you can punch me, make me beg on my knees for forgiveness, and we can leave for the class immediately.”

His earnest expression mixes with her curiosity of going into a clothing shop. It’s almost irritating how right he is all the time. Why is he so honed in on her and how she reacts to everything?

“I kind of hate how right you are all the time.” She murmurs, unbuckling and clawing at the door handle. She’s out of the car while Namjoon is scrambling to follow her.

(She misses a crucial pout on his lips at her rush to get out, instead of waiting for him to open the door. To be fair, he’s never done it before and she’s pouting as well.)

As Namjoon rushes up to her, Y/N keeps her gaze on the shops, trying to figure out how different they all are. She hates that she has to search out Namjoon’s help so soon after showing her irritation.

“Which one?” She asks and clarifies, “something cheap- something comfy.”

Instead of answering, he presses a warm hand into her back as he did so long ago. She forgot about the feeling, but somehow she now releases how much she missed it. She’d truly let him guide her anywhere with a warm hand on her back.

She’s caught off guard by the sudden change in her feelings- turning to glare at him but instead being greeted by him opening the door to the shop for her. The ding rings loud above them, indicating a customer’s arrival. His warm hand directs her to go in front of him- a rush of warm air greeting her with a fresh scent. Her irritation dissipates with the sights before her.

She was always too afraid to go into crowded areas. She learned quickly that people like her- hybrids, homeless- weren’t welcome around people that were well-off. Even those that had some money were well-off. Now, she can see what these places are. She can see racks of new, colorful clothes line along the store. All seem to be so new and soft. All seem to be too much money.

“Welcome in! Let me know if you need help finding anything.” Y/N looks over at a woman with a bright voice. She gives her a pointed smile that doesn’t last long but lingers on Namjoon. She immediately becomes uncomfortable. The only thing keeping her from fleeing out of the store from that look alone is Namjoon’s comforting voice.

“Hmm, how about jeans?”

Despite her hatred for the fabric, Y/N looks down at the rack of jeans that Namjoon is swiping through. She chances the fabric, rubbing a few pairs between her thumb and index. No matter the amount of times she tries, she hates it.

“Mmm, is there another type of pants they have?”

Namjoon works hard to find something she likes despite her dislike for most fabrics. Honestly, she’s willing to try lots, but some of the fabric is just far too scratchy despite it being brand-new clothing.

Because of the time limit, it’s not long before Y/N is in a dressing room on her own. She feels as though she needs to go quickly, but changing in such an unknown place feels weird. She pushes through to prove to herself that this is normal, this is something that she now has the privilege of doing.

Namjoon helped her pick a pair of pants that were pretty similar to his baggy, soft slacks. The fabric cinches at her waist without being uncomfortable and flows out to give her a comfortable fit around the legs. She instantly likes them, feeling the fabric under her fingers as a smooth, soft texture. Her tail even perfectly fits into the little space made specifically for them to come out of- showcasing the soft fur with no forgiveness. The shirt is the tricky part. He had told her this type of shirt would look nice, but honestly, she can’t understand the want to wear a shirt that fits the exact shape of your body. Isn’t that the point of clothes? To cover you.

The shirt fabric is, again, a nice feel under her hands- the only reason she takes it off the hanger and slips it on. Upon adjusting it and seeing herself, she can admit her wrongs. The shirt is plain just how she likes it, white with no showy frills or awkward pieces. It perfectly forms to her shoulders, chest, and stomach, sitting just above the pair of pants. She knows she can’t take long, but seeing herself in this feels- amazing. To put something on that feels good and looks good was something she didn’t know was possible. She becomes a little shy at the thought of Namjoon- or anyone, but especially him- seeing her in this. But, she has no time and maybe that’s for the best. She can’t overthink right now.

Slipping on her shoes to complete the look, she moves the thick curtain to the side and steps out into the open. Namjoon isn’t far at all, looking at another rack, presumably to find something else if she doesn’t like this. He instantly finds her eyes, giving her a smile and meeting her where she is. She watches as he examines her with open gestures, nervous about what he thinks. His gaze shifts to one she hasn’t seen before, one that she sadly can’t place.

“It looks like it fits perfectly. Does it feel good?” His voice seems to get lower in the small space they take up. His hand comes up to the pocket of her slacks, fixing a mistake she couldn’t see. Then he reaches for her shoulder, fixing another thing she’s sure didn’t need it.

“Yeah. It feels good.” She answers, a ringing in her ears causing her to focus on the way his features scrunch and release in his own thinking. “I’ll get this.” She says, hoping to put an end to whatever this is. That seems to do the trick, as Namjoon gives a tight-smiled nod and goes into the changing room to grab her clothes she forgot about.

Luckily, she was able to just wear the clothes out of the shop after Namjoon helped her find the tags to cut off with scissors the cashier helped to provide. She didn’t pay attention to the price but quickly grabbed the receipt as Namjoon was cutting off the tag of her pants. She slips it into her pocket unnoticed as Namjoon slips the cashier the scissors back. The change in her demeanor was unnoticed by Y/N as Namjoon was so close to her so casually- she doesn’t care after this anyways. Namjoon’s here for Y/N, not the cashier.

With her gray sweater still keeping her with some semblance of her ‘normal’, Y/N enters the class on her own despite debating the whole ride over if she should invite Namjoon to actually sit in this class with her. It really took too much control to not ask- she’s getting far too comfortable with the man she met only a few weeks ago. To be fair, he asked her a few times if she was still alright to go on her own- probably from some horrified look on her face she still has no idea how to control. But, she declined again and again only to have Namjoon still make sure she knew that he’ll be a call away.

Now, the line of hybrids she stands in seems to be an imaginary thing as she thinks about how odd she may look. She’ll never be a normal person in normal clothes- not when she knows she still sees someone homeless in disguise. The line moves and she blindly follows, getting to the front to be greeted by another two hybrids. She can’t focus on exactly what type they are while she’s staring at the paper below her. She has to write her name. Something she’s only done in grade school, and barely done since.

“Hi! Just verifying you’re here for the hybrid version of the development class?” The young man at the table asks.

“Yes.”

“Perfect! We just need your name and date of birth for survey purposes.”

Date of birth. An unexpected question in this circumstance. She freezes in thought. They estimated that her birth year is 1998, making her about 25 years old. She can just lie. She can do that- it should be easy. She writes her name with unpracticed, scratchy letters, hoping they aren’t judging her. Then she thinks only a moment before writing 1/1/1998. The easiest date she could think of as fast as possible.

If the two that greeted her are weirded out by it, they don’t show it, instead they hand her a tag with her first name on it, written with such perfect writing she awes at it, and points to the class-type room that other hybrids are sitting in.

She peeks around the doorframe to see if the packed room allows for a spot where she doesn’t have to be directly next to someone. Instead, more hybrids line the back wall than they do up front. To be honest, there aren’t that many people here, it’s only because the room is so small. A spot catches her eye, sadly up front, but it’s an open spot next to a girl. A girl is better than a guy- even if she’s squished in. Silver lining.

She squeezes through conversations until she’s just next to the girl.

“Is anyone sitting here?” She can now see that she is about her age- a pretty girl with long, straight black hair that almost reaches her waist. Her skin isn’t tan like Y/N’s, but a naturally beautiful brown that compliments her features well.

“No, not at all! Go ahead.” The girl gives her a smile that seems far too excited for the situation they’re in, moving slightly to give Y/N a little more space in the crowded room.

“Thank you.” Y/N says as she tries her best to get comfortable.

“You’re very pretty, I love your curls! I wish my hair was naturally curly, but I can’t get it to hold a curl to save my life.” The girl seems to talk away despite Y/N not giving her any response back. “Sorry, my name is Lena. What’s yours?”

“Y/N.” Lena’s smile seems to brighten upon getting her answer.

“Such a pretty name.”

“Thank you,” Y/N slinks a little under the praise, hoping she doesn’t look as meek as she feels. “Yours is pretty as well. You’re pretty.” She responds with honesty, hoping it’s not weird to say it back.

“Ah! Thank you! You’re so sweet. I was scared it was just gonna be a bunch of weird guys taking this class. But I’m glad it’s a nice mix and that I have you.” Lena looks around the class and at the clock on the wall, giving Y/N a chance to guess her animal. She doesn’t have enough time before Lena is looking back at her and examining her own features.

“Oh my goddess, you’re a cheetah aren’t you?” She gestures to the tail wrapped around her waist and the ears sticking from her loose curls. Y/N gives her an awkward smile and a nod, hoping she won’t say something weird like Richard's friend did.

“That is so cool!” She says with a hush that doesn’t make everyone look over at them, she’s thankful for that. “I’m just an ol’ regular black lab.”

Y/N looks over her black, floppy ears, finding it obvious now that she knows it’s a dog that has those ears. She wonders if all dogs and wolves are this friendly.

“Regular isn’t bad.” Y/N says the only thing she can think of with honesty.

“No, but how exciting that you can say you’re rare. Plus, it’s easy getting people’s attention- look.”

Y/N looks around the room as Lena gestures for her to do, seeing not-so-discreet looks her way, some even full-on staring.

“That’s not very comforting.”

“They’re just curious. It’s really not common seeing, even meeting, a cheetah. I’m honored.”

“You’re a lot nicer than they seem to be.” They’re stares are more like looks of greed and slimy feelings. While Lena feels like a friend she has known for some time.

“I’m glad you think so. Not everyone likes someone so loud and talkative- it’s just my lab, it makes me love people and I become loyal far too fast.”

Before Y/N has the time to answer, a tall woman with too many bags enters the room with a loud greeting.

“Hello, everyone! If there isn’t a seat for you, please just be mindful of walkways. We weren’t expecting this large of a class but one of my peers was free for the hour so we can split all of us into two rooms.” Everyone immediately quiets down, probably hoping to quickly get into a seat and get started. Before continuing, she sets her things down and takes a count of everyone faster than Y/N can process.

“Perfect! Exactly 30. There are exactly 15 seats in here, so those standing please go to the room right across from here, a gentleman will be standing right outside.”

With everyone settled and the doors shut, Y/N feels a weight off her chest now that the room isn’t so packed.

“Alrightie, my name is Aspen and I’m a cape fox hybrid. My main job is a teaching assistant at the university but I’m a volunteer here at the hospital for various hybrid specific classes- mostly for experience- but I really love being here for those wanting to learn. Today’s class is especially important and more intimate so I won’t be asking for introductions as I usually do, but I will ask or read your name if any questions or add-ons come up. We have a range of ages, so I do ask that everyone be polite and to not blurt any comments or remarks. Any questions?”

Everyone seems to look around at each other, but no one speaks up at the moment.

“Perfect! Let’s get started.”

Y/N thought this class would be a lot more awkward, but because she’s sitting up front, she really is only focused on the different, detailed anatomy pictures in concentration. She didn’t realize how much she already knew, but also how much she didn’t know.

“To put it simply, because of the nerve placement, stimulation will be pronounced here, at the head of the penis, and here, at the clitorus just above the urethra.” Aspen circles the specific parts of the diagram with her finger. “Okay, now that we know the basics, let’s look at hybrid specific anatomy.” Aspen takes down the diagram to flip the page and show a very similar diagram.

“When we look at different male hybrids, we have to take into consideration their species. The largest difference will be the knotting aspect of intercourse for the wolf family- including dogs.” Y/N watches on in awe. “As for females, the main difference is sex-drive and how common heats are. Which leads me to one of the final points- ruts and heats.” Y/N sits up a little straighter, hoping to take as much in as possible. “Excuse me while I use the most conservative way to explain this- but please understand, no matter gender identity, your anatomy is all that matters in this situation.”

“Depending on species, animals and male hybrids will go into ruts- the timing and how often depends on each hybrid as well as the type of animal. During these ruts, males will want to breed with females, their primal and animalistic needs will want to expand their pack. Sex-drives will be heightened, animals that have knots will produce more semen, and overall the need to care and be with their pack is most important. For females, an equivalent would be a heat. Heats prepare the female’s body for pregnancy, and vice-versa, the female will have a need to be bred- thus, it’s much easier for females to become pregnant. If you’re unsure exactly when you and your species or breed has their rut or heat cycle, I would suggest getting blood work done at a hybrid-friendly facility. Any questions?” Without thinking of anyone around her, Y/N raises her hand.

“Yes…Y/N?”

“Yes, I was wondering how one knows when they’re going to start their heat or rut- like, are there more symptoms?”

“Very good question! A good base list of symptoms before starting are increase in body heat, need for physical contact and scenting, the need to shift into your animal form, the need to obsessively care for others and keep them close, and food or drink related cravings. Those with a vagina will experience bleeding as well. Not as a human does, but just the first couple days of the hormonal cycle. Not all will always be present, and overtime you will learn how yours is specifically- but I just always suggest you be open about your worries or symptoms to your doctors or those you will be sharing your heat or rut with- this is a sensitive time for us hybrids, and it really is important to have someone we can trust to be with us and take care of us.” Aspen gives Y/N a firm nod and smile to make sure her question was answered.

Y/N can’t help but think about how miserable this time would be- especially when she has no one to help her. Having all those random bodily changes that are incurable and having to be managed on her own…hell.

The class is over before she even realizes it’s been an hour. Everyone seems to have the same idea upon standing, stretching with different pitches of groans.

“Well, that was fun.” Lena gives with a sarcastic undertone.

“It was!” Y/N responds with all seriousness. She didn’t think to realize that learning would be something she found to be so fun, especially when nothing went wrong and she didn’t have anything to worry about. Lena gives her a warm smile before leading them to the exit behind others.

“So, what brought you to this class?” Lena asks with curiosity quiet enough to keep the conversation between them. Y/N tries to think of a quick response, instead going for a half-truth.

“I wasn’t given the opportunity to take one before. What about you?”

“My professor recommended it to our class. I’m studying to become a therapist- this was just an opportunity to see how exactly a class like this would be taught and how I can specify my information to give to future patients. It was more of a study of the presentation elements. Does that make sense?”

“I think so.” Y/N says, honestly a little confused but fascinated. The two share a few giggles at her response- finally getting out of the room. They seem to be going the same way to leave- walking side-by-side to the main hospital entrance hall. As she gets closer to the automatic sliding doors another person walks in, allowing a gust of cool air to meet them. A familiar scent hits her- the musky vanilla she can never get enough of. Upon exiting, she looks for the owner of the scent, finding Namjoon sitting at one of the benches outside of the hospital.

“Thank you for keeping me company.” Lena suddenly says, turning to a distracted Y/N. “Ehh, this is kind of embarrassing but- it’s my first year at this school despite it being my third year in a uni- and I was wondering if maybe you’d like to keep in touch? I’m still adjusting to the city and would love some company once in a while.” Y/N’s attention is back on Lena- shocked that her impression was good enough for- a friend?

“Yes, of course! I-” She checks her pockets, looking for her phone in the usual spot. It’s not there. “Oh, I forgot my phone-” A hand she finds is connected to a smiling Namjoon holds out her missing phone. “Where?”

“You left it in your other clothes, you got a text so I found it and decided to just wait up here by the door in case you needed anything.”

“Thank you so much.” With relief, she quickly swipes through to open her contacts and hand the phone to Lena. She’s quick to putting in her number, handing the phone back with a mischievous smile that Y/N catches. “Oh, sorry Lena, this is my friend Namjoon.” Y/N gestures to him as he stretches a hand out to shake Lena’s in greeting.

“Nice to meet you. I’ll let you guys go though since I have another class soon. it was nice to meet you as well, Y/N.” She can’t read the glances that she gives when looking between her and Namjoon, but she is too content with making a friend to care.

“It was nice meeting you, too.” Both Y/N and Namjoon say at the same time- they both whip their heads towards each other with pointed looks.

“Jinx.” Namjoon quickly says.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“You owe me a soda.”

“A soda?”

“Yeah, but I’ll just take a hug instead.” Namjoon stretches out his arms in waiting.

The odd gestures make her look around to see if anyone else is seeing what he is doing as well. She can’t spot any stares, but Namjoon’s confidence is definitely higher than her’s.

“You’re embarrassing.” She can never decline a hug from him- even with her remark, she mumbles her feelings and leans in for a quick hug. A ringing from Namjoon’s own phone pulls them away from each other.

“Hey.” He answers simply.

“I am.” He glances down at her when he answers the person on the phone.

“Hyung, if today's too soon-” There’s a pause when he must get cut-off by the other person- he waits with a patience she’s seen before when he’s listening with intent.

“If you and everyone is sure, I’ll ask.”

“Okay, I love you- bye.” He ends the call with a tight smile. He turns to Y/N with the same expression.

“Well, I’m sorry this is so last minute- but if you’d like- the pack says today would be a good day for a visit. We can just keep the visit to seeing Taehyung in his studio, but the pack would love to keep you for dinner.”

Dinner with a pack- with Namjoon’s pack of all things sounds intimidating. Intimidating, because she would definitely need to be making a good impression when she doesn’t even know what proper etiquette in a pack’s home would be. Of course she also thinks about Taehyung- she wants to see him again and she can’t help but admit to herself that she truly misses the unpredictable cheetah.

“I would like to see Taehyung and his studio- but meeting your pack seems a bit…”

“Daunting? Invasive? I’ve never been in that position before and it feels like I'm out of my place if I eat dinner in your home.” Y/N finds a soft, curious expression on Namjoon’s face, worrying her as she waits for his response.

“If any of us were uncomfortable with you visiting- I mean even one of us- then we would wait and definitely wouldn’t bring it up. They just can’t let a guest be in the house without feeding them and getting to know them- and to be honest, you’re special. You’re someone that everyone in the pack has been curious about, especially with Taehyung being so progressive in the friendship. As for the visit being daunting, I wouldn’t say any of the guys are scary. Honestly, they’re all a bunch of mushy nerds.”

Y/N can’t stifle a ‘pfft’ of laughter at his description. She really can consider this- she really has a reason to go and information on why she should go. But-

“How do I act in someone else’s pack home.”

“Like yourself.”

“Do I need to change? I don’t really have anything better to wear- Does my hair look bad? It’s hard to manage any different if I've already let it dry for the day- How do I know when I’ve been there too long?” Her questions come out in rambles and thoughts to herself.

“Y/N,” the assured voice pulls her gaze to his- Namjoon’s hands place themselves on her shoulders, emphasizing their eye-contact. “Be yourself, dress in what’s comfortable for you in a new setting, you and your hair always look beautiful, and a host will always be vocal about their intentions. As one of the hosts- it is a casual visit with little-to-no preparation on a weekend, meaning there is no overstaying your welcome in this case.”

“Of course you have all the answers.” Y/n says sarcastically, actually considering it now that she has answers and Namjoon seems overly confident in them.

“I have lots of answers. Not all.” Namjoon points out.

“Well, I have one answer.”

“Hmmm, I’d love to hear it.” He hums and pushes with a voice too deep and too wanting for her to think about for a second longer.

“I’ll go.”

Taehyung - earlier that day

Namjoon left in a flurry of quick assurances this morning because of his habit of sleeping in on the weekend. Taehyung knows why he left but he also knows that Namjoon said it was just a quick meeting that Y/N was anxious for- so Taehyung stayed to work in his studio some more.

He loves the weekends knowing that different members of the pack will be in and out of the house, thus allowing him to go inside at any time he wishes to find a warm body to wrap around.

Despite the content he finds on the weekends, Taehyung can’t help but miss Y/N. His hopes that the pack members would be more open about her visiting have dwindled into unspoken wishes. He usually is so open, but after just two meetings- the pull he feels towards her is more than he was prepared for. He’ll wait for now.

He’ll wait until the members are comfortable, he’ll wait until he knows exactly what to say, he’ll wait until Namjoon can admit to himself that she feels like something more than a friend to them.

It isn’t more than an hour after Namjoon has left when he hears a familiar knock at his studio door. He didn’t even know anyone was approaching with his focus so set on his current piece. Each piece is nothing intricate, but because of the precise shapes and movements, it takes him a while to put pieces together- especially because he likes the quieting of his thoughts so much.

From the knock alone he knows the member that decided to risk a ‘shoo-ing’ was Seokjin. Taehyung opens the door with just a crack allowing the two to see each other.

“Can we talk? About Y/N.” The name immediately gives way to show a perk in his features, making Seokjin smile in a knowing way that Taehyung knows too well.

Giving himself a well-deserved break, Taehyung has the conversation take place on the back porch. The comfortable couch is covered by the veranda that allows the cushions to stay plump and soil-free. Taehyung takes his place there next to a sighing Seokjin.

“I’m sorry I didn’t talk about this with you before- I had to do a lot of self-reflecting before I felt like I could face you with this.” Taehyung’s schooled expressions are always perfect. But, around his pack- around those he cares for deeply- he knows they can see the slips in his features.

“When we found out there was another cheetah, I was extremely happy for you. Taehyung, I want nothing but the best for you, and I want you to be able to have Y/N in any way you find fit- but I struggled to find a place for her upon the first time even hearing about her. I was already trying to fit her into our house and figure out how to have Jungkook around another stranger when he’s still in therapy. I was in over my head.”

“Those are valid reasons, hyung. You are about the pack.”

“Yes, but, just as Namjoon has seemed to perfect this certain skill- I still have yet to get it right- I wasn’t putting you first in a situation that quite literally revolved around you. I’m so sorry that I didn’t make this seem as important as it truly is.” Seokjin is always so raw with everyone. As the oldest, he’s been through certain experiences that we haven’t, and with him being the youngest in his blood family he is able to understand what all of us need. With so much to think about, he always comes around.

“I don’t blame you, hyung. It was new to all of us- it was scary and I even needed some type of restraint to be able to let myself process everything properly. The wait on being able to have her come here, the small wait between visits- it helps me not go in over my head. I want this to be genuine and well-thought.” Taehyung responds with a truth that aches in his chest. His cheetah has wanted her beside him all day and all night, but this is not something he can just do in a pack. He needs to think of himself, of Y/N, and of everyone he loves so dearly.

“I want all of us to be open about it. And after talking to everyone except you and Namjoon- it seems like I’m the only one that was panicking- so, I will follow your lead, and I will be there for you whenever you feel you want something more or less. We can figure it out, okay? I’d love to have her over today, if you’d like to see her this soon.”

Taehyung’s cheetah wants to immediately pounce on Seokjin for the offer- wanting to leave the fox breathless and not being able to speak another word for hours- but Taehyung lets the feeling fizzle into excitement.

“Yes, please.”

“My sweet cheetah.” Seokjin coos with a quiet tone and subtle voice inflections. Taehyung leans forward, leading with his forehead to meet Seokjin in a head bump that lingers. “If I mess up, please know I will always make my way back to clean it up.” Seokjin says with certainty.

“I trust you.” Is all Taehyung gives him. Trust is the most important to him, it’s the one piece of himself he gives with finality and certainty. Only six people on this planet have it.

Y/N

While the Caddel house is a one-story, perfectly two-bedroom, home-y house that isn’t intimidating- Namjoon’s pack home is a two story, large property-ed, nightmare.

Which is exactly who Y/N still has yet to get out of the parked car.

“This seems more formal than you made it sound.”

“It’s only large because of the size of the pack.” Namjoon assures, giving her shoulder a couple squeezes that lower to her elbow. She welcomes the touch despite her nerves being on fire.

“How big is your pack?”

“Seven guys including me.” Seven men in one house versus a measly, frail woman that has no idea how to defend herself. Though she somehow has no reason at all to believe that Namjoon would harm her or put her in a position that could possibly cause her harm- Y/N still struggles greatly with men. The only way Namjoon will know is if she tells him. It’s the only way she can guarantee that she won’t break down mid-visit.

“Namjoon, can I be honest?” She swallows the thick feeling of panic that always fights its way up when she tries to tell him something about herself. She can do this.

“Of course, Y/N.”

“I struggle being around men. I struggled being around you, and only once I was comfortable was I presented with the ability to meet Taehyung. And I went out of my comfort zone to find that- because I trust you, I trusted Taehyung enough to meet him so suddenly and alone that next day. I trust you in a way that I’ve literally never known before- in a way that scares me more and more everyday.” She has to take a soothing breath that stops tears from falling. “I need to know something before I go into that house.” She points towards the front door that she can see from her passenger side window.

“Okay.” Namjoon says in a way that shows he’s trying not to break the bubble she’s created for herself.

“When I go into this house, I need to know that I won’t be put into a position that hinders me in any way. I need you to honestly tell me what you know will be the case. Because I can’t just think it- I need to hear it from someone I trust.”

She watches as he searches her for more answers, trying to uncover the little bit she was able to give him. But, he doesn’t find it, and Y/N doesn’t give anymore to him. He takes it, processes it, and remembers- thoughts that she seems to see written on him so earnestly.

“As the leader of this pack, I can guarantee that everyone in this house puts others' needs before their own, especially a guest’s needs. Not all seven will be present right now, I think three are home including Taehyung- and I know for a fact that when Dinner comes and we are all together- they will be nothing but respectful.”

Y/N takes a few deep breaths that allow her to calm herself and allow Namjoon’s words to sink in. This is Namjoon- this is the one that always felt oddly familiar. Like he was a missing piece.

“Thank you.” She says with genuinity that couldn’t possibly be replicated. “Let’s fuckin’ do this.” She gives herself as she unbuckles and makes sure her phone is tucked tightly into her back pocket. Somehow Namjoon is at her door in that time, opening it for her and grabbing her jacket from her arm without a question.

The front of the house provides a look into their lives. This is the type of home she thought she’d never even get a peek into, let alone being invited into with certainty. The grass is perfectly cut and too green. Despite the boring lawn, the surrounding plants and vegetation allow a diverse array of pretty things to look at. The plants lining the pathway to the door catch her eye. They’re perfectly taken care of.

“Seokjin prides himself in the health of our pretty plants. He loves it, loves taking care of us and feeding us. It’s very cute really.” Namjoon’s warm laugh says all she needs to know. They all love each other. She’s going to witness that with her own eyes instead of imagining what it would be like to have a pack. All she can do is nod.

“He’s the eldest, but not the first of our pack, he’ll probably greet you first before Taehyung even knows you’re here.”

Step-by-step, she gets closer to an impending end. The dark, woody front door complements the house so well. Without a knock, Namjoon is twisting the knob, only to look back at Y/N with questioning eyes.

“Let’s fuckin’ do this.” She whispers next to the open door, giving Namjoon a little pump of her fist in the air despite her eyes begging to release emotions that feel all too much. He gives her a few more long seconds before swinging the door open all the way and stretching his arm out for her to go first.

“Shoes are fine to stay here, and the top row of slippers are for guests.” Namjoon is quiet with his pointed instructions, allowing her some last moments of calm silence. Despite his words, he sets her shoes aside for her and sets a pair of slippers in front of her socked feet. His and her jacket already hung on a rack of many outer layers.

The front entrance doesn’t hide anything in terms of layout. There is no wall or hallway blocking off the large living room. It’s all clean, yet lived-in. Y/N can see it in the conveniently placed blankets that are folded onto one large, cushioned rocking chair- all varying in colors and patterns. She can see it in the shoes that scatter the entrance, and the movie cases that sit randomly along the entertainment center. She can smell it even, some type of baked good scent permeates into the air and welcomes her with open arms. Thankfully, the only thing that doesn’t welcome her, is the pack members. It’s strangely quiet.

“I apologize if anything is a mess, I can’t always predict what these animals will do.” Y/N smiles at the double meaning, shaking her head with a soft ‘it’s okay.’

“This is the living room, of course, and then up the stairs are the bedrooms. It’s originally six bedrooms but we really only use the three on the top floor for their intended purpose. The ones on this floor are now a workout room, supply room, and an extra closet.” He leads her with that warm, comforting hand she loves so much, gesturing in directions where hallways lead and doors are shut.

“We have two bathrooms down here,” he points to the closest one for her to remember. “And three upstairs. And this-” he leads her into a curved door frame that opens in a large kitchen. “Is the kitchen. Exactly where I knew Seokjin would be.” The amusement in his voice gives her the boost to eye the broad back of the man she now knows is Seokjin, the oldest in the pack. He seems to be doing something at the counter she can’t see, his large, tall frame hiding it from her.

“I’m sorry, let me just stretch this dough and then I’ll be a gentleman.” His voice doesn’t seem to match his body- higher than Namjoon’s but effortlessly smooth. It takes him only a few seconds longer before turning to the sink that sits in a counter that is in the middle of the kitchen. It’s an odd placement, she thinks, but she’s soon distracted by Seokjin.

He’s…stunning. To put it very simply. His hair is a fluffy, unnatural orange that somehow doesn’t look weird on him. His pointed ears match his hair perfectly and end with white tips. His features add to the overall awe-feel that he seems to give off in wafts. She’s had just enough time to look at him as he washes his hands with white sweater sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He walks around the counter to show the full apron he’s wearing covered in flour and other smudges.

“Hi, I’m Kim Seokjin, eldest, red fox.” He sticks his hand out for her to shake, a gesture that she’s only done a few times. She takes the opportunity, only to conform, as she really doesn’t see the need for them.

“Hyung, this is Y/N.” Namjoon speaks up for her, as she seemingly doesn’t have a word to say.

“Sorry, Y/N L/N, cheetah.” She shrugs as she states it, not used to stating her animal. The addition, for some reason, causes the pretty Seokjin to laugh unapologetically.

“Yes, you are quite infamous. It’s an honor to meet another cheetah- it’s an honor to meet you.” He specifies, leaning the slightest bit closer as he gives her a warm smile. Wow, he’s unreal. “I apologize for the distraction I had. I wasn’t sure what you liked, specifically.” He heads towards the counter next to the stove, Namjoon gives her the smallest nudge in his direction. She doesn’t even need a glance at his face to make sure it’s okay, the smell alone begs her to move forward.

“I decided on two sweet loaves and two savory. So, the sweet almond is done.” He gestures towards a pretty loaf of uncut bread still in the pan. The top is decorated with sliced almonds and a white drizzle she can’t name. “And the sweet yet tart blueberry lemon is done.” Another loaf with white drizzle, but this time she can see the blueberries and lemon swirls from the top of the bread. “Then, if you don’t want sweet, I made a jalapeño cheddar that’s still in the oven and am just about done prepping a simple sourdough.” He ends with a content smile, pleased with his array and abilities it seems.

“It all smells amazing.” Is all she manages to say. “I’m excited to try them.” She must sound as meek as she feels in his presence, because his once assured smile turns into one of soft things.

“We’ll make sure you get to try them all and take as much as you’d like with you.” He says with an assured nod. “Is there anything you prefer for dinner?”

“No, I’ll eat anything.” She says honestly.

“Mmm, what’s your favorite then?”

“Meat.” It’s always the same answer, always the one thing she craves above all else.

“That is the perfect answer.” He says just as a loud voice calls out from down one of the halls.

“Namjoon hyung!” The voice is accompanied by quick stomping that has Y/N slink back behind Namjoon and placing a hand onto his wrist to still be able to see around his tall frame.

Very quickly, a short-haired young man with ears that match Namjoon’s rushes around the corner. His sweaty face and shirt tell Y/N that he was probably in the gym that Namjoon mentioned before arriving.

“Jimin, please no yelling for the evening.” The instruction has the man- Jimin- trying to peek at Y/N who’s now embarrassed by her own instincts.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I totally forgot.” He steps forward with confidence. Y/N quickly rights herself, stepping out and giving him a small wave.

“I’m Jimin, Park Jimin, brown wolf.” He says with a matching small wave. She is thankful for the lack of a handshake. Two wolves, she realizes. Two wolves, one fox, a cheetah…and some others she doesn’t know yet. Already it’s an odd bunch to her.

“I’ll be busy until dinner, but it was nice to meet you.” He gives her a genuine smile despite his rush. “Hyung, I can’t get this audio file to work, could you help me?”

“Yeah, give me a minute, I��ll be right there.” Namjoon assures, turning to Y/N.

“Jungkook is going to be more shy than the others, so I think for now it’d be best if Taehyung finally got to spend some time with you.” He says, giving her upper arms a quick rub just as Taehyung did that one time- a soothing motion that has her melting.

“Okay.”

The back yard is no competition for the pretty front yard, but it still has its charm that Y/N prefers over the front. Its purpose is comfort, and that is of the utmost importance to her. The small shed-type building is what Namjoon leads her towards, taking confident strides as she tries to take in the detail of their home.

He gives a light knock that contrasts his features, making Y/N smile at the charms he so obviously has. The door almost immediately cracks open, then a couple seconds later it’s opening all the way to show a comfortably dressed Taehyung.

“Y/N.”

“Hi.” No matter their last meeting, Y/N is shy around the other cheetah.

“You alright?” Namjoon asks with another squeeze to her arm.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“Okay. Call me if you need anything, or just go on ahead inside if you need anything, Seokjin would be happy to help you. Taehyung.” Namjoon gives him a pointed look that she can’t quite understand. But, the younger seems to understand as he gives a nod back.

Taehyung is pulling Y/N into the studio quickly, shutting the door with a soft click despite his movements.

“It’s bigger than it looks outside.” Y/N observes, finding the shelves and cupboards to be full of supplies and paintings large and small leaning against the walls in unbreakable lines. She tries to focus on the paintings and what they display, but Taehyung is suddenly stepping closer.

“Taehyung?”

“I missed you.” He says unapologetically. She studies his face as he does her’s, trying to find a lie or a manipulating twitch. He’s certain and shows it with a crease in his forehead that gives a painful undertone.

“I missed you, too. I was wondering how you were after the trip we took.” She says honestly.

“Tired, but- you didn’t text me that.”

“Ah, I’m not one to text, I’m sorry.” She tries not to wither under his intense gaze. It’s different than it was before, like he’s holding something back and she just can’t place what it is. “Are you okay?”

“I missed you.” He says again. The more she observes him, the more she can see the small notes of something she’s missing. His fists clench and unclench at his sides, wanting. His ears twitch in odd intervals, his tail not as swift as usual, but more of a snake ready to strike.

“Do you need something from me? You have to tell me, Taehyung, I’m not sure about these things yet.” She says honestly, earnestly, as she can feel a smoke of anxiety coming from him.

Despite his jerky movements, he reaches for Y/N’s right hand with a slow question. She brings it to his hand in answer, allowing what he wants. He’s still slow to moving even with her allowance- placing her hand on his left cheek to cup his warm skin. A sigh leaves him without restraint. She can do that- she can touch and soothe because she too wants that. That’s okay.

She brings her other hand up to cup his right cheek on her own, watching as Taehyung becomes less and less tense. She stays there until Taehyund drops his hand from her wrist. She moves as she wishes then, down to his neck, then his shoulders. She’s pulling him in before she can overthink it.

On her tippy-toes she wraps her arms around Taehyung’s shoulders, giving them both the chance to have this. Giving herself the chance to experience this- a whole feeling whenever they are apart and come back together. Taehyung doesn’t waste any time reciprocating, bringing Y/N in by her torse. The tight squeeze of his hug isn’t uncomfortable, but shows her just how much he did miss her and how much he did need this contact. It’s comforting to hear reassurances and have actions to back them up- Taehyung has been open with her, and he is showing his want to include her in his life.

She could almost purr at the warmth he gives off- somehow it’s more than Namjoon. She loves it- basks in it.

“You seem anxious.” Taehyung breaks the silence suddenly. His face turns to give the top of her head a soothing rub. “Are you okay?”

“Meeting new people is hard for me. I was just worried about what to expect when meeting everyone and how to act here.”

“You should be yourself. You’ll like them.”

“It’s more about hoping they’ll like me- that usually determines how someone treats you.”

Taehyung pulls away only to give Y/N a faint expression she has yet to see on his face.

“What’s not to like?”

She tries not to dwell on how much he doesn’t know. Snippets of her past and what she’s done flash in and out of her mind. This is a new her, though. She’s always been genuine- Taehyung still knows the present Y/N and he somehow likes her. She’ll focus on keeping that intact.

Taehyung takes the time to answer all her questions as he shows her all of his supplies. The difference in mediums is quite fascinating to her- there’s so many ways to make something, so much one could think up. Taehyung seems to think a lot with how many pieces he has done. It feels like hundreds are stacked and leaning on top of each other. It’s hard to focus on just one, but she makes a small round and ends up dwelling on the piece that seems to be in progress. A wooden stand holds up the painting perfectly- a made-for item that she finds extremely well-thought out. A small table and chair are perfectly placed for convenience, obviously allowing Taehyung to sit comfortably and reach his plate of paint. The painting is far more interesting though.

Muted colors are perfectly placed and beautifully crafted to create a lake surrounded by trees. Some spots are left blank or obviously unfinished, but it’s still the most gorgeous thing she’s ever seen.

“This is what you do every time? This style of art?”

“Yes, it’s all I like to do. I paint things I like.”

“Taehyung, it’s gorgeous- I don't know anything about what art needs to be, but this seems like it was made with so much thought and care. It feels like you.”

“It’s fauvism. That’s the style, but it’s just something that helps everything be quiet.” Taehyung points a finger up to his head, “in here.”

“That sounds great.” She quips to herself more than anything.

“You can try.”

“Oh, no, that would be too difficult. It’d come out looking awful.”

“It’s not about how it looks in the end. It’s about how you feel.” Y/N really needs to know if these wise words that Taehyung is always spewing is a normal occurrence.

She dwells on the idea, really more curious about how it would be to use the supplies than making art itself will turn out.

“What can I use?”

Taehyung was absolutely right in stating that making art in this way truly quiets the brain. She has no idea how long it has been with her painting not resembling anything specific, but only streaks of colors that feel ‘right’. Taehyung told her to do that- ‘just do what you want, what feels right’. It’s really nice to try something new that she actually enjoys. This is something she could definitely do often, especially with so much to explore and learn about.

The time passes without her noticing, and Taehyung slinks up behind her with no notice as well.

“Break time.” Is all he says, producing a yawn that has Y/N looking up at him with a coo daring to break past her lips. She stops the thought, instead standing and cleaning her brush just as Taehyung taught her.

“Are you done for the day?”

“No, just want to nap.” Taehyung points a thumb to the large, dark-gray couch lining one wall of the studio.

“Oh, I can give you some privacy.” Y/N goes to undo her ‘smock’ that the older cheetah let her borrow for the day with her white shirt.

“No,” he stops her as she gets it loose and off of her. “I want you to nap with me. It’ll be warmer, better.” Taehyung states without a sight of embarrassment. Y/N on the other hand is far too worried about how two people would nap on that couch comfortably.

“How would we nap together?”

“Are you tired?” He suddenly asks.

“Kinda?”

“Easily, then.”

That is all he provides her before he’s stretching out onto the couch cushions, pushing his back up to the back of the couch as he lies on his side. He gives a couple taps to the space in front of him once he’s settled with his head on an extra pillow.

He can’t be serious. Surely this is too invasive. But, sure enough he is waiting with tired, pouty lips and another couple taps when she hesitates. The one thing that pushes her forward is that call she can’t seem to understand yet. Her cheetah yearns for this- a palpable thing that seems to push her forward to stand right in front of the couch. Her movements are light, calculated as she maneuvers into a lying position in front of Taehyung. There’s only an inch or so of space between them when Taehyung wraps his available arm around her and pulls her in that last bit, his hand resting just below the nape of her neck.

The closeness from the gesture causes her to stiffen- until Taehyung’s hand is finally at her nape, massaging those circles into the muscle just as Namjoon did to her. The gesture causes her the same feelings, relaxing just about every muscle in her body to mush.

This is where Namjoon said he’d learned it, and Taehyung just knew that it’d help her. He’d like it too then, right? With jelly arms, she wraps her arm around him the same way he did to her. She finds that spot with no-so-calculated movements, but easily starts a low-pressure massage as well. Taehyung is instantly purring into her neck- the spot his head happened to settle as she basically lies her head on his. She feels the deep rumblings from her stomach to her toes.

She doesn’t even realize that her own purrs start up without worry, until Taehyung is mumbling something that sounds a whole lot like ‘pretty’. She can’t focus at all, she can’t tell if he’s talking or if it’s just his rumbling vibrations. She doesn’t last long and soon falls asleep without a second thought.

Warm, comfortable, and purring.

Namjoon

“Did she decide to stay for dinner, hyung?”

Namjoon made sure to check on the anxious bunny before dinner and his first meeting of Y/N. Jungkook isn’t one that grows comfortable quickly, and he definitely isn’t one that enjoys a large change in his routine. In this case, it’s not the biggest change for him, but definitely a scary one.

“Yes, and she’s just as nervous as you are, so our attention for the evening will be as it is normally, just with another person that will join in on the conversation. I promise it will be okay, bun.”

“I know. I definitely want to meet her. I’m just still working on the trust thing. ‘Just because I don’t trust her immediately doesn’t mean she’s bad’. That’s what I’ve been telling myself.”

“That’s great reassurance. I’ll do you one better, though. The leader you trust trusts Y/N enough to bring her into your home. I would never bring someone here that would put you in harm’s way.”

“I know, hyung.”

“I’m proud of you no matter what, though. Just let me or any of the others know if you need a break, okay?”

“Of course.”

Just as Namjoon gives Jungkook an assured peck to the base of his bunny ear, their bedroom door opens to an amazing smelling Jin.

“Could you get the cheetahs, please? Dinner is ready. Could you help me place the table, bun?” The eager-to-help bunny is already up and following his eldest hyung before Namjoon is able to exit.

A few knocks to the studio door produce no answer. Namjoon can immediately guess that Taehyung has convinced Y/N to take a nap in his wish to take a break. Perfect. He cracks the door open just to be nice.

“Can I come in?” Namjoon makes sure to ask just like every other time.

“N-” He can hear a groggy start to Taehyung’s disapproval before he’s cut off. Another few seconds pass before he- surprisingly- gets a different answer.

“Come in.” Taehyung calls.

Namjoon takes care to make sure he’s quiet, but really is curious about the situation Y/N has Taehyung in that would allow her to convince him to let someone into his studio. He’s not too surprised to find the two cheetahs in a cuddling embrace. He would think that the two fell back asleep in the few seconds it took him to enter, if it were not for Y/N’s sleepy face turning to peek at Namjoon smiling down at her.

So pretty and so soft. He can get used to seeing her so content and safe.

“‘mjoon.” She says with a dopey smile he knows all too well. She had a great nap.

“Y/N.” Namjoon says in the same manner she did.

“Missed you.” She seems to slip her arm out of a place he can’t figure out, stretching her body in whatever way she can and reaching out for a- patiently waiting- expectant Namjoon. He grabs her hand that looks like it’s too heavy for her to keep up.

“I missed you too. Are you hungry? Dinner is ready and the others would love to meet you.”

Those words seem to get her pushing away from a groaning Taehyung with a burst of very unexpected energy. Namjoon helps her still-tired limbs up to a standing position.

“Did you have a nice nap?”

“Mhm.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Mhm.”

“Are you okay to meet the others right now?”

She stops to think this time before responding- seemingly taking a mental list of actions such as fixing her hair and rubbing at her tired eyes.

“I think so. If I look okay- God, I shouldn’t have slept right before this.” She groans in a voice that shows she’s still slightly tired.

“You seem less worried than you were before, I think the nap was a good idea.” Namjoon takes extra care to fix a few pieces of her hair that seem out of place. Taehyung finally takes his time to stretch properly and stand from the couch that Namjoon just knows is too warm for him to be comfortable sitting on.

“Can I just use the restroom first?” Y/N asks with pleading eyes.

“Of course. Taehyung, can you go see if Jin-hyung needs help with anything else please.”

With a head bump, he’s out of the studio before him and Y/N are, following in his footsteps to get into the house and lead her to the bathroom.

Y/N

The bathroom Namjoon leads her to is similar to the one she knows in the Caddel house. It’s not as extravagant as she imagined it would be, but honestly, she’s thankful for that in the moment. In this simple bathroom, she’s able to focus on how presentable she is. Luckily it takes no time, realizing she doesn’t have much to worry about. Even if she did, she’d be quick in front of the mirror. She’s always fast to finish looking into them.

Namjoon is happily waiting outside of the bathroom to lead her back to the dining room with company. Again, she’s lucky to have only Seokjin and Taehyung in the room when she gets there. But, it’s not long before a new pack member is coming out of the kitchen with a few sets of silverware in hand.

“Jungkook,” Namjoon seems to encourage the shy-looking man with a hand. “This is Y/N, Y/N this is Jungkook.” The man she now knows as Jungkook is soft and subtle with his gestures towards her. He gives her a smile that probably mirrors her terrified smile.

“Black bunny,” Is all he says, before continuing his rounds to put out silverware. Once he’s done and out of the room Namjoon is closing in and whispering in her ear.

“He’s shy, but not unkind. He’s just very nervous.” Y/N didn’t get any unkind feelings with him, but she’s happy to know that it isn’t exactly her fault in a way that is uncommon.

“I’m gonna go see if they need any more help, go ahead and sit down here.” Namjoon directs her to a seat that sits in the middle of two other seats. She’s only hoping that the two she’s comfortable with will be sitting on either side of her.

“Can I help in some way?” She asks before he leaves her alone.

“Don’t worry, it’s just to bring out the food now that the plates and silverware is set.”

She sits in her anxious skin as she’s left alone. When footsteps lead back into the dining room she’s expecting Namjoon or someone she met already but- she isn’t always lucky.

“Oh, I’m sorry I thought Joon was with you.” A bright-voiced man looks back into the kitchen where she can’t see, but he ultimately decides to just introduce himself. “I’m Hoseok, but Hobi is fine, I’m a white tiger.” Y/N really can’t seem to take her eyes off of his hair. The perfectly cut style is platinum white with absolutely no imperfections. It suits him perfectly and matches his white and black tinged ears.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.”

“Very nice to meet you, is it okay if I sit before Namjoon gets back?”

“Of course.” Y/N automatically likes the way the white tiger carries himself. She’s even excited to meet another type of cat.

“So, is everyone being normal?” Hoseok suddenly asks as he sits in a chair across from her and to her left- three chairs line on each side of the table and one on each end, a perfect eight.

“Everyone has been really nice? If that’s normal.” Y/N tries to answer in the same manner he asks. At her response, he gives her a bright laugh that instantly makes her feel like smiling.

“That’s good and yes it’s normal. Unless one of the younger ones can’t find anything better to do than argue.” He tells her, making her smile grow at the implied personalities of some of the members.

“Okay, everything’s pretty hot still, so let’s please wait until everyone’s sat.” Seokjin’s voice pulls the two’s attention away from each other and onto the line of four hybrids that come in carrying various plates of food. Y/N is immediately in awe with the amount and variety. Namjoon seems to taunt her even more by placing the dish of sliced, perfectly pink meat in front of her.

With the call out from Seokjin, the others that were nowhere in sight seem to manifest. Jimin hurries around the corner with damp hair and a new set of clothes, sitting down just in front of Y/N. Namjoon is able to sit next to her on the right and, thankfully, Taehyung on her left. Seokjin finally sets down the pitchers of chilled water before taking one of the head chairs. Jungkook sits next to Jimin who immediately gives the bunny a scrunched-nose head bump. And finally, a new face finishes the picture as he takes the other end chair, opposite to Seokjin.

“Before we start- Y/N this is Yoongi.” Namjoon gives her the information.

“Black panther.” Is all he says as he pours and takes a few gulps of water.

“He’s a man of few words, don’t worry.” Namjoon leans in and whispers.

“It’s nice to meet you.” She still gives him despite his short greeting, feeling as though that is what’s most respectful.

“Perfect, let’s eat.” Seokjin says unceremoniously. The sudden movements take her off guard, watching as the routine of giving and taking happens quickly yet precisely. Before she even knows it there is a scoop or a few pieces from each dish that was passed around. Everyone eats with ease that shows their comfortability with each other, dipping in and out of conversation. It’s nothing like what she’s used to. Eating with Maria and Richard happens in front of the TV. The two are old enough that they don’t mind their nights being spent like so, but Y/N can see how much more enjoyable this way of ending your day is.

“So, Y/N, where are you originally from?” The question from Seokjin throws her so off-guard that she doesn’t even second guess the look she gives to the eldest as she opens and closes her mouth in thought.

“I’m not sure, actually.” She finally says, expecting to kill the mood with her first attempt at conversation. But it’s true. She doesn’t know the place or how she got there.

“That’s okay, some of us don’t know either.” Namjoon answers, causing Y/N to be taken aback only because of the normality that is in the home. She wouldn’t guess that some of these hybrids don’t know where they’re from like she does. She does catch a few pointed smiles that are there to comfort her, and a few that are all too eager to look away from her in their own thoughts.

The lull in conversation that includes her provides a great opportunity for her to finally try the food. With her fork, she goes for whatever catches her eye the most. The meat. She can now see that the sliced pieces were sitting on a layer of a dark sauce she’s never seen before lining the plate. She wastes no time being subtle, sticking the whole slice of beef into her mouth.

Warm, soft, and perfectly cooked to her liking. The savory sauce even has a bit of sourness that adds to the overall goodness. Everything about it is perfect. She goes for the pillow of whites that she can only assume is mashed potatoes just like Maria makes sometimes. Upon scooping them into her mouth, she realizes that they’re honestly better than Maria’s. They’re creamy and light in her mouth- almost like a whipped cream would be. The flavors in the potatoes compliment it well and add to the beef well.

She didn’t realize food could taste like this and compliment each other so well. With her usual meals, she’s focused on eating foods that she knows were picked only based on what her doctor recommended. And she’s now realizing how different everyone makes some of the same things. She doesn’t want to admit that Seokjin has definitely changed a part of her with this meal- that seems embarrassingly excessive- but it’s very true.

“Good?” Namjoon asks beside her, a person she forgot was there completely.

“So good. Perfect.” She states without missing a beat.

In her effort to clean off her plate, she misses how Namjoon watches her as she eats in his home. She misses the content look Seokjin gives after he put so much effort into making the steak as he knows Taehyung likes it. She misses the look that Yoongi gives Namjoon through his lashes upon seeing the wolf’s expression towards her.

Overall, she misses the text she gets from Richard, the message sitting unread at the top of her notification as the night slowly comes to an end.

Her food is polished off and the conversation made towards her is more easy-going than the first question Seokjin asked. The whole pack must have gotten the point without it even being stated. Instead, she’s asked about her hobbies or favorite things to do, what she wants to try, and what her favorite foods are- pushed solely by Seokjin to answer. They all put in their own effort to include her. She doesn’t mind when Jungkook and Yoongi are included with just a hum of an answer instead of words. She’s just happy to be there now that she knows it’s safe.

She's more surprised about how young everyone is. Yes, she's the youngest at the table, but Jungkook is only a year older than her and Seokjin is only 6 years older than her. She's fascinated by their compatibility with them all being so young- as well as the success they seem to have in numbers of their pack and where they all live.

Namjoon never misses a beat when she’s unsure, giving her polite direction or ideas so she can think instead of letting her anxieties rid her brain of what to say. She could never thank him properly for the effort he puts into her.

“Are you getting tired?” Namjoon asks her as she stands next to him and a smiling ‘Hobi’ that insisted on helping the wolf clean the dishes after dinner.

“Only a little, the nap wasn’t long enough.” She quips. Her efforts today have made her tired, but she’s just really happy to see Namjoon in his own comforting place. She didn’t realize the small changes that would take place when he’s somewhere he knows as home. He makes more effort to give her calming touches and lingering looks that give her the confidence to be there and talk comfortably.

“Let me just finish these and then we can wrap up and get you home, yeah?”

Why would the first answer in her head be ‘no’?

“Take your time.” She says instead, taken aback by her own thoughts. “Could I…maybe thank everyone before leaving. I don’t want to just leave without making sure everyone knows I appreciate that they let me into their home.”

Instead of a direct answer, she gets an unexpected squeal of a noise from Hoseok.

“Oh my god, she’s the cutest, Joon.”

“I know, it pains me.”

She can only stare at the two as Namjoon finishes washing the dishes while Hoseok stays to dry the dishes. ‘What was that?’ Namjoon leads her into the living room- with no mention of this previous comment- where four of the pack members are sitting in different ways to watch a movie.

Taehyung’s focus is immediately on her upon entering the room, while Jimin, Seokjin, and Jungkook all take a few beats before looking over to a waiting Namjoon.

“Y/N is getting tired, so I’ll go ahead and take her home before it’s too late.” Namjoon gives her a little head bop to indicate that he’s done.

“Uh, thank you for letting me into your pack home, and thank you for allowing me to eat with you. I appreciate everyone being so kind.” She gives with a smile that’s more awkward than anything, but she’s proud of herself for mentioning it without slipping up.

“We’d be happy to have you over whenever one of the guys wants to see you.” Seokjin specifies with words that are specially picked. “Also, Yoongi turned in early because of his early schedule tomorrow, but we’ll let him know your feelings.” He also says with a care that Y/N appreciates greatly as well.

“Thank you.” She finally says with a look to each member. With her final look being towards Jungkook, she finds his eyes on her tail wrapped around her waist. She instinctively wraps it tighter at the realization, hoping it doesn’t look as odd as she thinks it would be to hybrids that actually have the muscle to keep their long tails up and prettily sitting.

She finally remembers to check her phone in the car on the way home. She finds that Richard sends her a message. One that she never gets.

‘Hey, I’m sorry, but I’ll be working late tonight. I picked up an extra meal from my lunch and set it aside in the fridge for your dinner.’

‘Hey, my coworker is going to have to stop by the house to grab something out of the garage for an out-of-town job tomorrow. The back garage door is unlocked, so he’ll just be in and out. Please look out for a black truck if you’re at the house when he comes.’

He’d just let someone in and out of his house with her possibly being there? He’s okay with him in his house while he’s not there?

The questions take over to cause panic to bubble up into her throat. He sent that second text only five minutes ago. She could still run into his coworker. That realization makes her feel a dread so instant- could it be the same man from last time? The one that Namjoon unknowingly told her to be aware of in her mention of cheetahs being ‘exotic’.

Richard wouldn’t let someone like him be around her alone after that encounter. Would he? No, he’s a good man. He’s a good man. Richard wouldn’t do that.

Her convincing takes up the whole ride, only realizing she’s home once Namjoon is at her door, opening it and letting the breeze remind her where she is. Her unbuckling is done with numb fingers. Her anxious movements to get out have her struggling to seem normal.

“Are you okay?” Namjoon asks just as she climbs out and heads for the door. She feels sick as she responds, hoping it all sounds normal.

“Yeah, just tired.”

At the door, she fumbles with the key in her back pocket, taking a quiet deep breath before finally getting the key into the lock. Namjoon walked her up to the door behind her and waits for her to get inside safely.

“It was nice having your company. If you ever need a place to get away from ‘volunteer Namjoon’ just let me know, okay?”

“Okay.” She forces out and turns to switch on the lights in the living room with quick, shaky hands.

“Hey,” Namjoon’s warm hand is on her shoulder to get her attention, “are you sure you’re okay?”

No, ask him to stay. Ask him, please. Don’t lie to him. He won’t know how you feel if you lie. Just have him wait until that guy comes and goes.

‘What if he has to stay for long? What if that guy just shows up and leaves with no other hindrance? She can’t just ask him to stay when she took up his whole day.’

Her thoughts contradict each other and fight as if they are two separate people.

“I’m just really tired, suddenly. But, I enjoyed seeing you today, like this.” She points out, hoping he doesn’t see the screaming in her eyes. Hoping he doesn’t keep asking. She’ll definitely give in if he asks again.

“I enjoyed seeing you as well. Get some rest, okay? And let me know if you need anything.” He finds her eyes when they stray away from his. “Anything.” He repeats.

“Okay. Goodnight.” She finalizes with a tight smile.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

She shuts the door and turns to the living room to find an empty, quiet house. One that seems all too unsafe. More unsafe than the house full of seven men. To be honest, being in that house was the safest she’s felt in a long time. Maybe it’s because Richard wasn’t in it. Maybe it’s because they actually considered how she felt.

Maybe she just needs rest.

Namjoon

Leaving her like that was hard for Namjoon. Something about her change in demeanor and how she responded to him was unsettling. She’s never been that short with him, never had the need to stare at anything but him- only when she’s shy is she that way, but, this was entirely different. Something in himself was screaming to keep pushing. He stays sat in his car in the Caddel driveway for another 15 minutes before he realizes she won’t change her mind.

Maybe he should’ve asked once more. Maybe he should’ve asked to make sure she wasn’t alone for the night. Maybe he should’ve just asked her to stay at the house in the guest room where she’d be safe and in his vicinity.

Maybe he just needs rest.

Sleep finds him in a series of thoughts that he can’t get out of his head. Something feels wrong no matter how he tries to think about it. He looks around to his pack members fast asleep. All were excited to end the night once he was back home, all shared their thoughts about Y/N and were happy to have finally met the other cheetah. Nothing in the house was giving him the feeling he got when dropping Y/N off at home.

Still, he sleeps- and wakes at an ungodly hour with no reason.

Except, there is a reason. A series of loud, sure knocks is beat into their front door. This time, Seokjin just about shoots up to immediately look over at the anxious wolf. The two share a silent conversation as the others somehow haven’t woken up yet- thankfully.

The two hurry to throw on shirts and shorts, making their way to the front door. Passing the living room clock, Namjoon can see it’s only a few minutes past 5am.

He’s the first one to the door, and the first to see who stands on the other side through the peephole. He opens the door immediately.

“Is this the residence of Kim Namjoon?” Two officers, one human and one hybrid stand at the door.

“Yes, I’m Namjoon.” He says with no tiredness in his voice as Seokjin catches up to him.

“What’s going on?” Seokjin asks, his voice showing he just obviously woke up.

“We were given some information about you upon bringing in a Y/N L/N last night. We have reason to believe that you were a witness in where Y/N was before she made it back home? We were wondering if you’d come in for some questioning regarding her location and the lead up to her going home.”

That sick feeling was this. This is his fault.

#bts au #bts fic #namjoon au #namjoon x reader #bts x fem!reader #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #bts hybrid au #bts hybrid fic

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themissinghand · 1 year

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Trash of the Count's Family: Why Him? Why Not Me?

Summary: In which OG novel Choi Han is jealous of a different timeline's Choi Han's life. Especially of his family and benefactor, Cale Henituse.

Warnings: Some spoilers for the novel (beyond the current point in the manhwa) and some angst as if the novel didn't give me enough

Choi Han is no hero.

Unlike the manhwas and novels out there, he was just a normal person.

Not a returnee or a genius or a reincarnator or a transmigrator.

But here he is, in a world full of unknown.

It's dark, scary, and lonely.

So when he finally finds people after so long, he rejoiced and latched onto that hope.

Only for it to be destroyed so quickly, and brutally.

So he sought revenge.

He fought for justice.

But the organization, no, the White Star was tougher and smarter than he expected.

He was outclassed in everything, magic, swordsmanship, and power.

Choi Han was simply not strong enough to protect his family from the leader of the secret organization. The leader that killed his family and possibly millions of other innocents as well.

He failed.

How he wished he could just go back in time so he could properly prepare against such a disaster known as the White Star.

But everything was too late.

(This was not a manhwa or a novel)

Everyone he loved has died.

His home was burned to the ground.

Even the crown prince, Alberu Crossman, was defeated and forced to submission.

In such a desperate and perilous situation, what should he, the hero of the Roan Kingdom do?

Pursue.

Get revenge.

When he does, the world is on fire.

It's a bloody mess.

It infuriates him.

He'd gotten so strong for what?

Then, he hears the God of Death, that infuriating bastard. Telling him of lies and of fairy tales that simply don't exist.

The God of Death pitied him.

What is a pity in this ruined world?

But then the hero sees.

He sees Rosalyn.

He sees Lock.

He sees Ron and Beacrox Molan.

He sees Alberu Crossman.

And he sees himself.

He sees himself, smiling.

Smiling at a redhead that Choi Han had long gotten rid of.

Cale Henituse.

Why?

His mind was filled with questions, before emotions.

Grief, regret, envy, jealousy, and fury.

Why?

Why him?

Fury overtook him.

He stepped out of the portal and grabbed Cale Henituse by his neck.

"Choi Han?! What are you- there are two Choi Hans?!"

The hero sees people he never seen before.

"Human!"

He sees dragons.

"Young Master Cale!"

He sees dark elves and elves.

"Cale!"

He sees believers of the Sun God and a necromancer.

He sees the Whale Tribe and the Tiger Tribe.

"Let go of Cale-nim." Through his anger, the hero saw himself of this timeline. He saw a different sword pointed at him.

The hero, Choi Han, gritted his teeth and then roared in anguish and self-pity.

"In another timeline, you are happy. And that person who made you happy, is a person named Cale Henituse."

"Cale Henituse! Why-"

"Let go, you bastard." The redhead unexpectedly bit back.

Dragon Fear? No, it was different.

Nonetheless, the hero has been pushed aside.

Ironically, the hero stood before himself of this timeline, someone who has not covered himself from head to toe with the blood of his allies, someone who has not dug his own despair, and someone who has not stained the world with his rage.

Oh God of Death, is this a punishment? The hero thought with the last bits of his rationality, which was stored deeply within him.

Where he has to see another world full of friendship and happiness he cannot get?

"Choi Han." He looked at Cale Henituse with a conflicted expression on his face. He growled back but the other didn't flinch at all.

"Why him? I lost everything. So why? Why does he!" The hero pointed his sword at himself of another timeline, the one who gets to be happy, who gets to have everything he doesn't have.

"Why does he gets to be happy?"

When the other didn't say anything, the hero grabbed Cale by the collar. For some reason, this Cale Henituse was not afraid, in fact, he raised a hand to stop the others.

Even so, the hero wasn't grateful for such a gesture.

"Why didn't you exist in my life? Why were you so useless in my life!?" For some unknown reason, his cheeks were wet.

A rough hand pulled them apart.

"Don't touch Cale-nim."

It's unfair.

"Choi Han." Cale Henituse stopped the Choi Han from this timeline from interfering. Instead, Cale simply looked at him with a conflicted expression.

If he had Cale Henituse in his timeline, would his allies live?

Would he be happy too?

"Why him? Why not me?"

Then, the God of Death whispered in his ear.

And the hero could only see his tears fall, as he too, collapsed to the floor. He feels himself growing tired, senseless, and lifeless as his vision slowly fades.

"Choi Han!"

When the last thing the hero saw was vibrant red hair, the hero Choi Han could only smile bitterly.

He grabbed Cale Henituse's hand tightly and watched the other yell his name with desperation.

How nice would it be to be in this world and be by his side?

How nice would it be if he was in this timeline?

How nice would it be to be happy?

Once again, the hero curses and wishes for the first time in a long time.

Let me be him, let me be happy by his side.

But he can't.

Because he's not the Choi Han from this timeline.

He's nothing more than a foreigner, an intruder, with an useless title of a hero on his head.

A fallen hero doesn't deserve happiness.

And the hero, Choi Han, falls.

#trash of the count's family #lout of the count’s family #manhwa #cale henituse #choi han #kim rok soo #kim roksu #imagine #angst #trash of the duke's family #spoilers #totcf

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damn-stark · 9 months

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Before dawn

Takes place in-between chapter 1 of Tragedy at the Miller’s

Requested by @sunnybunnyy2 “please please please if you haven't already can you please write about the fight Joel and reader had and why he left her? And or; more about tommy, Maria and readers relationship before she left? It's my favourite the last of us fanfic and I need to know what happened. I am living for all of your stories<3”

A/N- SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG, I JUST NEEDED TO GET IN THE MINDSET FOR THIS SERIES AGAIN, AND I ALSO HAD OTHER FICS THAT NEEDED TO BE WRITTEN, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT THOUGH :)

Warning- ANGST, fluff, talks of death and suicidal thoughts, swearing, long chapter, fluff :)

Pairing- Joel Miller x daughter!reader

(If you want to be tagged let me know!)

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How long has it been now? 18 years since the outbreak happened? Since…Sarah died? Time just blends together now since it’s been so long. What you are sure of though is that it all feels like a lifetime ago.

What you’d give to go back, to see your sister again, to be with your dad and be a family. That’s your birthday wish this year, for the big 22, to go back in time. Or at least to have five more minutes there, in that bubble that was your life before the outbreak destroyed it.

Then again…why should you wish for such a thing? You haven’t even seen your dad in…8 years?

Yeah, it’s been 8 years now since you’ve seen him, since you’ve spoken to him. You’ve heard about him through your uncle Tommy since they keep in touch over some radio. Which isn’t the same thing, you know, but that’s the best either of you have done.

Sarah would be disappointed. But it’s not like you’re at fault for it! He left! He left you. You just—

“What are you doing?” A voice breaks you from your train of thought.

“Hm?” You hum and drift your gaze to the side, spotting Maria looking at you in confusion.

You look down at the dishes you’re washing and then look at her. “Washin’ dishes?”

Maria’s eyebrows furrow slightly before she just begins to shoo you away. “Come on, move over. Today is the only day you’re excused from your chores, remember?”

Oh right, birthday pass. There’s too much running in your mind to remember.

“You okay?” She asks as you step aside to let her take over.

She knows you well, she’s known how to read you since the moment you met. It’s touching, but kinda weird too.

She’s too observant.

“Yeah,” you lie. “Yeah.” You nod.

Maria’s eyes narrow on you, they dig in you. You can feel the burning sensation, so you just avert your gaze and turn to lean back against the kitchen counter.

“Grease,” you blurt. “I want to watch Grease tonight.”

Maria keeps studying you, but she doesn’t choose to press you, she looks at the dishes and nods slowly. “Okay. And hey, I still have some of that nail polish. We can do each other's nails while we watch the movie.”

You smile at the ground and nod eagerly. “Yeah, that sounds fun. I’ll go get it and start the movie.” You push yourself away and hurry on to do what you said while you think. You try not to, you really try not to think, but it’s impossible now, it’s hard not to think about memories on your birthday.

Sarah used to paint your nails, you tried to paint hers but she always got annoyed that you painted around her nails, so instead your dad let you paint his toenails. Not his fingernails because you didn’t want his friends at work to laugh at him, you were considerate that way.

Your birthdays used to be your favorite, even after the outbreak. It was never big, especially not after, but they tried and you loved it every time. After your fourteenth birthday though, your birthdays were a reminder of what you couldn't have, of what you lost. You’ve tried, there’s been some happy birthdays since you got to Jackson, but this year has been especially hard.

There’s moments where you just wish this was your last.

“…so I told her just to get out of my face,” Maria’s story intrigues you.

You smile softly up at her. “Just like I said?” You tease.

Maria looks up from your nail and nods. “Yeah. Just like you told me.”

You giggle and sit back, you try to just bask in the joy she feels, in the joy you see on your uncle Tommy’s face.

“Sunny, come take my shoes off,” your uncle Tommy says as he puts his boots up on the coffee table.

You scrunch your nose in disgust and scoff. “As if. Do it yourself, chump.”

Your uncle chuckles. “Maria, Sunny here was the nicest girl. The times I’d go visit after work she’d coming runnin’ to greet us. She’d take our shoes off and bring me my beer.”

Maria laughs, and you snort. “Austin can bring you your beer,” you talk about your dog. “Atlas and I trained him to do it.” You smirk proudly.

Your uncle shrugs. “Yeah, well it ain’t the same.”

You roll your eyes and sit back with your right hand still in Maria’s grasp. “Well, you’re gonna have to get a maid then. ‘Cause Maria ain’t doing it either.”

“Yeah,” she laughs. “Because he takes my shoes off.”

You giggle and peer back. “Whipped.” You make the sound effect, and your uncle quickly grabs the pillow off the couch and hurls it at your head.

When it hits you though, it makes you move so Maria gets annoyed. “I just messed up. Thanks a lot.”

“Sorry,” you whisper even if you weren’t at fault.

You then proceed to drift your eyes to the tv to watch the movie that was playing, but neither of you were actually paying attention to due to the small conversations you’re holding.

Well they’re doing most of the talking, you're just listening. And unknowingly showing the emotions you’ve been trying to hide from the both of them.

“Are you okay?” Maria asks.

You blink and slowly meet her gaze. “Hm?” You probe with feigned confusion.

Maria briefly meets your gaze before grabbing your other hand to paint your other hand. “I’ve noticed you’ve been quiet, and you’ve been looking down.”

Shit. Shit.

Your uncle Tommy is waiting for an answer now too. You can feel his stare.

“I…”

It’s not like you can just burst out with everything you’ve been feeling recently—No, everything that’s been building up for the past couple of years. One, you don’t want to ruin today, and two, you hardly know what it is you’re feeling. It’s all so confusing, so unlike you. Angry? Sad? Lost?

“I’m okay,” you assure her and offer her a soft smile so she won’t poke further. “Just, you know, birthday blues over the fact I’m getting a year older. I wish I could look young forever.”

“Such a travesty,” your uncle teases.

“Blah,” you stick your tongue out.

“Hm,” Maria hums unsurely, but just leaves you be again. “Okay.”

You muster a wider smile to show it to her, to assure her even if you do wish for some sort of comfort, for someone to tell you that you’re actually fine. That nothings wrong with you. But you can’t worry them today, so you just watch the movie, and when Maria finishes painting your nails you move on to hers.

Once your nails are painted all nice and look all manicured, you finally pay attention to the movie along with your little family. Maria lays against your uncle, and you lay your head on Maria’s lap and let her caress the side of your head.

It’s a simple moment. Something that maybe you should grow out of, but you can’t help it, you like your little family; Maria, your uncle Tommy, and you. You’re content with them, you like being coddled by them even at 22. It lets you feel safe, something you failed to feel sometimes in your life due to your circumstances.

So…what is it that’s bugging you? That has you so…raveled?

Maybe going to your meadow and laying under the stars will help? Bring some ease to your aching heart?

Thus when the movie is over, after the clock strikes 12 am and brings a new day and ends your birthday, you return home. Rather than walking inside through the front door, you instead walk past the gate and head straight to your meadow in your backyard.

It’s been raining for the best couple of days, and you’ve also been busy so you haven’t had time to come and just find joy in your precious meadow you made for Sarah. Not until tonight.

Yet when you step past the porch fence, when you take a step in the meadow, there’s no flowers decorating the green pasture. Not even the winter wildflowers live, the meadow is dull…For the first time since you began to grow this meadow, it’s empty.

The stars…

You look up, but the sky is clouded, no stars gleam in the sky. The only source of light comes from the porch light. But the sky is dark and grey, dull like the once vivid meadow. And so the relief you came in search for, the joy you ached to find here is nothing but a dream, the very memory of your sister that rested on those very flowers is gone, like her.

There’s nothing here. There’s nothing here for you. Yes, you do find happiness in the little things, in your family that lives here, your friends, your plays you produce and star in, the other people that live here, this town in general, but what do you have to live for?

There’s nothing here. It’s dark, the only light is dim and it’s you, everything else is basked in darkness. You search for more source of light, something to bask the gap in your heart that was once full and complete because of your dad, but when he left, everyday, little by little that gap slowly lost its light. Now you’re alone, dimming away.

So maybe it’s time to go. You’ve been thinking about it, planning it now for a while—it will be a country wide trip. You’ve commented about it to other people and they want to go too.

Will you come back though?

It’s okay if you find your end somewhere out there.

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*8 YEARS BACK. OUTSIDE BOSTON.*

“Oh!” You exclaim happily, and don’t fret to leave your source of light behind on debris to carefully fit through a gap left between slabs of cement debris.

“Hey! Y/N, what the hell are you doin?” Your uncle Tommy shouts after you.

“I found somethin’ inside, shine your light!” You yell back without bothering to further explain yourself, plus, it’s a closed off room with the only way in and out through the gap you just climbed through. There’s no infected so nothing to worry about.

Your dad will still be pissed though. If he finds out…

Which he will! Your uncle Tommy is a snitch!

“Did you check your surroundings at least,” your uncle has no choice but to just say now.

“Yep,” you groan.

After a few more seconds of hearing little rocks roll down the slabs of cement, after squeezing yourself through a small gap only you fit through, you finally make it out and land in the little break room that was once part of some kind of store.

“I made it,” you comment through the gap.

Finally your uncle does what you had asked and shines his flashlight through the gap, managing to blind you in that instant.

“Just hurry on up,” he counters back, annoyed. “We’re gonna be leavin’ soon.”

You hum in agreement and turn around to face the little corner that was left open.

There isn’t much to search through, but you still start at the top right cabinet.

Albeit there’s nothing. Next; open box of expired crackers, mugs, and more open bags of expired dry food. Great.

Next—haha! Jackpot! Instant coffee!

“Look!” You shout and spin around to show off your sweet find. “It’s coffee!”

“Oh? Really? Closed?” Your uncle asks.

You drop your gaze and double check that it’s still sealed. That there’s no mold or icky stuff.

“Yes! It’s safe!” You squeal, and then slide a backpack strap off your shoulder to stuff the coffee container in your pack. “My dad will love it! Maybe we still have time to boil some.” You throw out happily.

This time your uncle hesitates to answer, so you look up and question his silence. “You hear me?”

You can’t see his face because the light blocks his face, but he hesitates again before simply humming in agreement.

Weird, but you don’t question it. You just continue to search, and end up finding sealed granola bars, and some useful utensils other people glossed over. It’s too bad you can’t search the rest of the store since it’s all crumbled. There probably would’ve been some cool things.

At least you found coffee though.

Which is why you leave the little corner break room and climb back out. Once you’re near the exit your uncle Tommy helps you back up to stable ground.

“Found some granola,” you let him know and hand him one bar. “See, it was worth it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mutters. “Come on. We’ve been gone longer than we should have already.”

Hopefully your dad won’t be upset, you woke up earlier than he did because your uncle invited you to patrol with him, which he hardly ever does, so your dad didn’t see you leave.

He tends to get mad over little things like this, but you don’t mind much, he just gets worried. Plus today you have coffee for him. It’s his favorite.

“Sunny,” your uncle interjects after staying quiet the entire way back to your camp. “Can I tell you something before we get to camp?”

You brush him off due to your excitement to get the coffee to your dad. “Tell me later, I want to give my dad what I found.” And since camp is right ahead, and your surroundings are clear, you make a run for it back to camp.

The few people that are traveling with you from the Boston Quarantine zone bid you a goodmorning, and you happily greet them back with a gleeful smile, whilst you also search for your dad amongst them.

However, he’s not amongst the crowd. Maybe he’s still resting. So you don’t lose a pep in your step and head to where you last saw him resting.

Nevertheless, when you get to where he had been sleeping, he’s not there, nor is his sleeping bag, or his stuff. Weird…

Maybe he’s just walking around.

Now you slow down and start your careful search.

“Y/N,” your uncle calls out from some paces behind you. “Let’s talk babygirl.”

Where is this man?

You reach the end of the perimeter of your camp and he’s still no where around. He wasn’t with the others, or waiting for you anywhere. So where did he go?

“Uncle Tommy,” you finally address the man as you turn to face him with growing concern. “Where’s my dad?”

Your uncle Tommy finally catches up to you, and quickly averts his gaze while he lets out a deep breath that begins to worry you.

“Uncle Tommy?” You probe and slowly feel your joy fade away and get completely overtaken by concern.

“Y/N,” he mumbles and grabs your shoulder. “Your dad…he’s not coming with us.”

What?

“What do you mean?” You giggle nervously. “He was with us this morning. He left Boston with us. Is this a prank?” You scoff. “Because it’s not funny.”

Your uncle doesn’t break into a laugh, he doesn’t smile, his frown deepens and his eyes express…sadness.

“Your dad is going to stay in Boston,” your uncle adds. “He just wanted to accompany us outside of Boston. But he’s not comin’ along anymore.”

He’s still joking. He—your dad couldn’t have just left you. His daughter. His youngest daughter. His daughter that still needs him. He didn’t leave.

“Stop,” you push your uncle away. “It’s not funny. Where is he?”

Your uncle sighs. “Sunny I’m being serious, your dad left. He’s not comin’...I’m sorry.”

But why?

Your eyes fill with tears and something tight wraps around your heart.

“Then we have to go back,” you begin to insist as you’re now in denial. “We have to go back to him. We can’t just leave him.” You turn to try and head back, but your uncle quickly manages to grab you and pulls you back.

“No, we’re not goin’ nowhere, he wants us to keep goin’. Together.”

You shake your head. “No. I can’t leave without him. Uncle Tommy, he’s my dad. We can’t,” you begin to stammer, feeling your throat begin to burn. “We have to go back. Please.” You keep trying to head back to Boston, but your uncle gets ahold of both of your shoulders and makes you face him.

“I’m sorry, but no. He left. He doesn’t want to come okay? But we’ll see him again. We’ll find a nice town, not one like this Quarantine Zone. You’ll make friends and you’ll learn to fight with the Fireflies in the meanwhile. Okay? And when—”

“Why?” You cut him off with tears streaming down your cheeks. “Why isn’t my daddy comin’?” You felt like a child again. A child exposed to danger, left in the dark. “Why did he leave me? Did I make him mad? Did I do somethin’?”

Your uncle quickly shakes his head. “No, no. Baby, no. He’s just…your dad just wants to stay. I’m sorry I can’t give a better excuse, a different reason, but he wants us to do better. He wants you to do better. Don’t you still want that?”

It’s been your dream, but…

“He doesn’t love me?” You whisper in a shaky voice.

Your uncle nods. “He loves you. I think he’s just strugglin’, it happens you know? I think everything that’s happened affected him differently, and he’s just grown scared to mess up with you. He’s afraid of losing you, I think that’s why he left. But he will never stop loving you. He just needs time, okay?”

You still don’t understand why he left you. But you also don’t really want to go back. Especially not now.

“Okay,” you mutter sadly.

Your uncle wipes away your tears and offers you an assuring smile. “It’s just you and me now, Sunny,” he says.

You feel assured by his words, by the fact that he stayed with you, but now without your dad it feels like something went off inside you.

——

*NOW. JACKSON.*

“I think I can pull it off. I’ve been reading some welding books. I mean I was in construction. How hard can welding a ring be?”

Your uncle Tommy has been going on about fixing Maria’s wedding band that didn’t fit her. You’ve been partially listening throughout your patrol, but your mind drifts to different thoughts about how you’re going to tell him you want to leave. How you’re going to explain it so he won’t get super upset.

“Is it hard?”

You blink and look over at him. His eyes were already on you though, so he catches the fact that you weren’t paying attention. “You okay?” He asks again. This is his second time today. Just like Maria, he suspects something’s wrong.

But you aren’t ready yet. “Yeah,” you lie, and drop your head to brush your fingers through your horse's hair. “I’m fine.”

Your uncle's gaze lingers on you, you feel him study you for a moment. Will he believe you?

“You know,” he interjects. “I’ve been in your life since you were a baby…”

Fuck, you should’ve known better.

“…I raised you for 8 years,” he continues. “It was just the two of us for a lot of those years, so you think I don’t know you, but I do. I know what every little expression means, I know when you’re sad, when you’re angry, especially when you’re excited and happy. I don’t want to drag it out of you, but you’re starting to worry me, Sunny. So tell me, please.”

Fuck. Fuck.

Your eyes are watering, you didn’t want to cry, but every word he said just now triggered those tears you hold back to fill your eyes.

“Well…” you start off slowly and keep your eyes averted. “I…” fuck. “I’ve decided that I’m going to leave.” You slowly drift your eyes to him and notice that he looks confused.

“Leave what?” He asks. “Your house? I thought you liked livin’ there?”

You nod slowly. “Yeah, I do. But it’s not that. I...” You pause and blink repeatedly as your courage falters. “I’m goin’ to leave Jackson.”

At the sound of your words your uncle brings his horse to a stop, so you follow suit to stay close. He then looks at you for a moment in disbelief before he chuckles dryly, and looks away at the woods that surround you. You don’t add anything, you let him wallow in what you just said and wait.

When he finally finds his emotions, his words, he faces you and shakes his head. “No,” he blurts. “You’re not leavin’ anywhere.”

“Uncle Tommy you can’t make me stay,” you argue. “I’m twenty-two. I’m an adult now, not a little girl or a teenager. I’m grown—”

“You’re not actin’ like it,” he cuts you off frustrated. “I mean it’s stupid. It’s crazy. You have a life here, you’re safe, here. There’s nothing out there but death.”

You shrug and keep holding in your tears. “Yeah, I know that…but I want to take the risk. I need to find who I am. I…don’t know who I am anymore,” you say in a shaky voice. “I’m lost. There’s an emptiness that keeps growing, that keeps pushing away the light that's over me. And I’m afraid if I stay here the darkness is going to swallow me.”

Your uncle scoffs and looks away as he shakes his head. “So what? You think you’re goin’ to find this light by what? Getting eaten by infected?” He spats. “Are you listening to yourself? We don’t live in the other life anymore, y/n, you can’t just grab a backpack and travel the world! The world is dangerous—”

“I know that!” You cut him with frustration that he’s not understanding. “I know that. Don’t you think I know that?” You sit back and exhale deeply, feeling the tears that you tried to hold back finally roll down your cheeks. “But I’m tired, I…I’m tired. I want to travel the country, prove to myself that I can make it by myself. I need to find myself, and that’s not here.” You shake your head. “I’m sorry, but you won’t change my mind. Nor will Maria.”

Your uncle holds your gaze with a hardened pointed glare, and nods along slowly in comprehension. He stays quiet and adds tension to the silence. He drops his head and draws in a deep breath before looking up at you and exhaling.

“Fine,” he deadpans. “Leave,” he spats angirly, and surprises you. “I won’t stop you. You want to die out there, be my guest…”

“Uncle Tommy,” you whimper.

“No, don’t. Your dad left and that hurt. I stayed strong for you, but I was hurt. He was my brother and he left. He chose to break us apart in this desolate world,” he says with cracks in his own voice caused by overwhelming anger. “You made my life good, lookin’ out for you kept me from losin’ myself. But I still live with this gap in my heart because I don’t know if it was Joel’s last day and I didn’t know. So if you go too I won’t let that consume me. I can’t.” He shakes his head. “You want to go? Go. I won’t chase you and I won’t worry.”

And just like that his words cut deep in your already bleeding heart. This isn’t what you wanted, you didn’t expect him to give you his back, not him. He’s the only family you have left since your dad left you. He’s everything to you and so much more, you don’t want him to forsake you.

“Uncle Tommy,” you plead.

“No,” he interjects quickly. “No. Just,” he sputters and nudges his horse's reins. “Don’t. I'm done.” And just like that he rides ahead without waiting for you. He leaves you behind with tears streaming down the curve of your cheeks. He leaves you aching.

But he doesn’t change your mind from what you plan to do. Nothings going to change your mind anymore. You just wanted his blessing, or a comfort. But you got neither.

How will Maria react? He’s probably going to tell her as soon as he gets back home, will she forsake you too?

If she does you’ll truly have nothing. Perhaps then that dimming light will snuff out completely, leaving you with nothing but a vast emptiness.

——

*LATER*

After your uncle Tommy ran out on you, you took the long way back home just to get your thoughts straight. To think of what you need to tell Maria.

She’ll be worse than your uncle perhaps.

Nevertheless, you do hope to run into your uncle to talk, to not leave things tense, but the further you walk inside your gated community, the more hope you lose about seeing him. Other people greet you when they see you, some of his friends wave at you, but you don’t see him amongst them.

You hoped to see Maria too, but she’s also not around—Then again that’s a good thing, you still need time before you talk to her.

One person you do run into though is Apollo, your best friend and housemate. He spots you first and runs at you. When he’s beside you he throws his arm around your neck and pulls you towards him.

“What’s up sunshine!”

You roll your eyes to him and shoot him a teasing look. “Sunshine? If your girlfriend hears she’ll probably beat you.”

Apollo scoffs and shrugs. “Now, now, stop all that yapping, okay? It’s not fair just because you don’t like her.”

You scoff in disgust. “Yeah. I don’t. I can read people you know. She gives me a bad feeling.”

Apollo rolls his eyes and lets you go. You quickly glance at him and see his discontent.

“I'm sorry,” you quickly correct yourself. “I'll try to stop. I'm just…looking out for you,” you explain as you nudge him. “Which is not an excuse, but…” you sigh. “We’ve known each other basically a life time now. It’s my job.”

Apollo meets your gaze and sighs but nods slowly. “I know. What has it been now? Fuck,” he laughs softly. “Seven years?”

You nod. “A lifetime.” You look away from him to look your path ahead.

“Which is why…I know somethings up with you,” Apollo mentions and gently nudges you. “What’s wrong?”

You exhale deeply and drop your gaze. “I told my uncle Tommy about my plans. He…got mad at me, he…turned his back on me,” you reveal in a shaking voice. “I mean i knew—I expected him to get upset, but this? He’s all I got.” You stop walking and sniffle.

Apollo knew about your plans, he knew about them when they were just running thoughts. He of course doesn’t approve of it, but he’s been more lenient.

“You have to just give him a moment to think,” Apollo says as he stops in front of you. “You’re all he has too you know?”

“He has Maria,” you add right away. “His wife.”

“In that case you have Maria too,” Apollo argues.

You slowly look up at him with a watery gaze and shake your head softly. “But does that matter? I view her as a maternal figure, but I’ll never be her child. I’ll never be their child. They’ll have a kid sooner or later and I’ll be forgotten while they stay a family. Which is the reason I shouldn’t be uspet about my uncle really, it’ll hurt less when he eventually leaves me behind like…” you trail off and drop your head to wipe away your tears.

“You’re crazy,” Apollo interjects. “You’re crazy to think that your uncle Tommy and Maria would do that.”

You shake your head in disapproval because your dad left you. The one person you thought would stay in your life forever left you without a second thought. Like if you were a piece of trash.

“You mean the world to them, the both of them,”

He continues. “It’s why your uncle fought against your plans, why he got upset.

Because he can’t fathom the thought of losing you, his niece, a girl he raised through this hell, his daughter.”

You meet Apollo's gaze and let out a soft cry.

“He’s not forsaking you,” Apollo continues softer. “He’s fighting for you. In his own way. You mean something to him. To her. To me. To Mia, Atlas, to everyone that sees the plays you put on with all your love for something you’re keeping alive…isn’t that enough to let you stay?”

You hold his gaze and shake your head.

Apollo nods slowly in comprehension. “Then just give him time, okay?” Apollo asks of you. “He cares.” He offers you a tiny smile, and you wipe your tears off your face and just nod. You can’t actually say anything, you’re too emotional.

“Come here,” Apollo adds and carefully wraps his arms around you.

You let out a small, relieved laugh and hug him back. “Thank you,” you whisper.

Apollo rubs your back and responds softly. “I’m here for you.”

You stay in each other's embrace for a moment longer, basking in each other's warmth and presence. When you do pull away he keeps his arm around you, and you continue your way home.

“Now come on,” he says sweetly. “We can eat lunch and watch something while you come up with what you’re gonna tell Maria. Because…I’m scared for you.”

You chuckle. “I’m scared too. She might tie me up.”

Apollo gasps. “I got your next play!” He exclaims. “Rapunzel! And hey you can actually be locked away in some tower! Talk about bringing your character to life!”

You roll your eyes in annoyance, but you can’t help but laugh.

He had a way to do that, he finds ways to make you happy when you’re upset. And it worked for a while, he made lunch and you watched a movie, eventually your friend and other housemate Mia came home too, so she joined in and you felt happy. But when the moment was done, when you were alone in your room, the happiness left.

Thoughts overwhelm your mind, different variations of thoughts. Music though…it helps and keeps things quiet.

Albeit there is one person who surfaces to mind. He exists only in your memory, just like Sarah. It’s been 8 fucking years since you’ve seen him. Since he left. And even after all of it, all the ugly side that came out of him, you still want to see him again. Maybe one more time to hug him, have him hold you and remind you of the much simpler things, of home.

You can’t return home, but one warm embrace, his scent will make it feel like you’re home again—

Nevertheless, as you’re lost in thought, suddenly the music from your headphones stops playing. “Hey,” you complain and sit up. That’s when you see Maria with the cord in her hand.

Fuck.

You pull the headphones down to your neck and scoot to the edge of your bed with your gaze averted since she looks upset. “Hey,” you greet softly.

“You missed dinner,” she breaks her silence and throws the cord on the bed.

There’s no time for small talk, you can’t sit here and just pretend she doesn’t know. “Uncle Tommy told you,” you state.

Maria exhales deeply and sits besides you on the bed before she nods. “He told me this crazy ass story that you want to leave.”

You blink repeatedly and sniffle. “He’s mad,” you state again.

“Yeah,” she scoffs. “He’s pissed…” she trails off and lets out a deep sigh before she shifts around to face you. “I wouldn't be a good guardian, protector…mother, if I didn’t try to convince you to stay.”

You slowly drag your eyes up and meet her dark brown eyes with sadness.

“It’s a stupid idea,” she continues with anger in her own voice, in her own expression. “You have a life here. A life you’re building. Things are never going to be easy, life isn’t that simple. But that’s life. Even now.”

You shake your head. “I don’t expect life to be easy,” you argue. “I don’t want to leave because life is hard. I…” you pause and drop your head. “You can’t convince me to stay Maria. I’m not a little girl anymore to be protected, I have to experience on my own if my choices are bad, he can’t decide that anymore.” You shake your head. “I want…” you come to another pause and shake your head.

“I don’t know when I’m going to die,” you continue, “it might be tomorrow, next week or years from now, but it will happen though, and I don’t just want to know these walls. I need to live for myself, not be protected all the time…I want to see the ugly and the beautiful, know it before I die.” You lift your head and meet her gaze with tears running down your cheeks.

“You didn’t let me finish,” she says softly. “I won’t fight you to stay, but you tell me, give me a great reason why I should let you leave. Why you want to leave and I’ll see you off. I’ll accept your existential crisis, I’ll worry but wish you the best.”

You look at her with confusion and probe. “You’re not mad?”

“I’m furious,” she states seriously. “But I want to listen to you. I know somethings wrong, just talk to me.”

It wasn’t your birthday anymore to avoid ruining your day for them, but you also don’t want to burden her with your trauma.

Maria notices your reluctance though and presses you. “Come on please.”

You shrug and wipe away your tears, but still can’t utter a word.

“It better not be because of him,” Maria interjects without naming your father.

You sigh and finally answer her. “I tried, you know. I was scared of everything, but I tried to fight away the fear so he could stop gettin’ mad at me. Because that’s all he was, mad all the time.”

“You were just a kid,” Maria argues.

You nod softly. “Yes, but I had to grow up to survive. So he could look at me with a proud smile and tell me I’m doin’ good,” you continue shakily. “But…no matter what I did it angered him because I could never be her. He loved her deeply, after she died a part of him died too. Maybe that’s one of the reasons he left…” you pause and fight your tears back. “…I was never enough for him. And after he left I was angry, I pretended he was dead…it was easier that way. But I’m still here, and it’s back, that feeling like I’m not worth something, like I’m a failure.”

Tears roll down your cheeks after the fight you tried to maintain didn’t last whatsoever. Maria notices right away and takes your hand in hers.

“That’s not true,” she argues against your comment.

You avert your gaze and sniffle. “But it is, I was never enough for him to stay with me. I’m not enough…I’m a failure.”

“You’re only 22 years old,” she adds. “You’re still young. You still have a lot to accomplish, so much life to live.”

You slowly meet her gaze and counter. “That doesn’t matter or take away from what I feel. That’s why I need to leave. So I can find me, by myself, and not get coddled. I can’t numb away my pain anymore or else I’ll get swallowed by the void that’s already surrounding me.”

Maria holds your gaze and nods along slowly in comprehension. Neither of you say anything for a while, you let her think. And after a while she finally responds by pulling you in an embrace.

“I hate that you feel that way,” she says as you hug her back carefully, almost out of fear she’s going to take it back and just scold you. “I can contradict you in so many ways, but your mind is set. You’re an adult…we can’t force you to stay. Just promise you’ll fight to stay alive. That you’ll come back.”

You nod. “Yes,” you assure her with a wobbly smile. “I swear I’ll fight.” You then pull back and face her. “What about my uncle Tommy?” You slide your hands to your lap and clench them to fists to dig your nails in your palm. “I don’t want to leave with him mad at me.”

Maria scoffs. “Just talk to him. I have. He’s home.”

Your uncle and you don’t argue much, not even when you were younger and your emotions were all over the place, so when you do it was like a tragedy to you, after your anger passed of course. You hate having the sun set on your anger, if you could you resolve your issues that same day. Of course sometimes it takes time, but this time, even if you aren’t leaving at this very moment, you can’t have his back turned on you.

You just hope he feels the same, hopefully he doesn’t want to have days to himself. The longest you’ve gone without talking to your uncle is probably like, two days. You won’t survive a whole week, or weeks!

However, when you do get to their house, since Maria left to let you have time alone, the atmosphere between your uncle and you is full of tension. It’s deafening. He keeps himself busy for a moment, but when he joins you in the living room the silence is awkward.

What can you tell him? You didn’t do anything wrong, and you said everything you needed to say…

Wait!

“I hope you know,” you break the silence softly. “Nothing will change my mind, but I still hope that you can accept and respect my choice. I need you to or else I won’t be at peace.” You look over at him and notice he keeps looking ahead.

Your uncle then proceeds to let out a deep breath, he drops his head and looks at his cup of alcohol solemnly.

“I promised Maria that I’d fight to come back,” you add. “To tell you the truth I was fine not coming back, but…you mean everything to me, I can’t do that to you. Or Maria. So I will fight, I will come back. I promise.”

Your uncle blinks repeatedly and slowly lifts his head and faces you. “You swear it?” He says.

You nod. “I swear,” you assure him.

Your uncle sighs but he then nods softly. You let out a relieved sigh and can’t help it, you throw your arms around him and hug him tightly.

“I love you, you know?” You tell him.

He nods and hugs you back. “I know,” he says. “I love you too. That’s why I got angry. But you didn’t deserve how it came out. I’m sorry.”

You shake your head. “It’s okay. I understand.” You hug him tighter and just relish in the comfort he brings you. You stay in each others embrace for a moment, and this time when you’re apart the silence isn’t full of fucking tension, it’s comfortable.

But after a while he breaks it slowly and in a shaky voice. “The dark days are gone…And the bright days are here,” he continues in a soft sing-song voice. “My Sunny one shines so sincere…”

Oh. Oh! It’s a song, Sunny, by Boney M. He loves to play this song when you’re around, he also loved to play it when he would come to your house before. It’s your song.

“Sunny,” you join in very softly, and with tears rolling down your cheeks and a smile on your face.

“One so true, I love you…” you both trail off and begin to laugh. You then look at one another and chuckle harder.

“I hope you find everything you’re looking for,” he says.

“Yeah,” you sigh. “I hope so too.” You then let your head fall on his shoulder, and he doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arm around your shoulders and press a kiss on the top of your head.

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PART I — A BROKEN RECORD ON REPEAT

shidou ryusei x fem. reader

wc: 5.5k

warnings: foul language, alcohol, reader is in a loveless relationship, legal jargon, talk about babies, some angst

note: this is a very plot heavy chapter and very little shidou and reader interaction but that’s to build up for what’s to come!

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Mundane?

Could that be the word you’d use to describe your life currently? No, even that is being too nice. You could list off all the possible adjectives in your mind but they wouldn’t be enough to properly describe your emotions towards your life. You’d have to string together a sentence to do so.

So now what would the sentence be?

Your life is like a broken record that goes on nonstop and makes you want to rip your hair out of your scalp.

Bingo!

That’s what you would describe your life as. Everything fell into place and there was no excitement for you to look forward to—well there was something very exciting coming your way, you just didn’t know it yet. But it’s best to give some background.

You grew up in a traditional nuclear family. Your parents worked endlessly to make sure you and your younger brother lived a comfortable life. You appreciate them for that and in return you made sure to do your best in school to ease any burden on them. You were a straight-A student, captain of the debate and mock trial teams in your school and helped out in your community. For that, you ended up receiving a full ride scholarship to one of the top universities in New York City.

During your time in college, you worked your ass off to maintain the scholarship and thensome. That’s when you found your passion in law and attended law school which led you to where you were now. One of the top corporate firms in New York City, you always made sure to devote time to your family and you were able to buy your parents a beautiful home where they could finally relax and retire.

At the age of 23, you met your now fiancé, Niles Murdock. He put you at the top of his world, for the first few years you two were together. Then it seemed like once he put a ring on your finger, he just stopped trying. No more random bouquets, no more casual walks in the park, no more lazy nights where you two sat cuddled up and ordered takeout to stuff your faces, it was all over. His parents were decent people, maybe that’s a lie. They only saw people and actions as transactions and they were the ones to convince you to go into corporate law. “That’s where the money is!” They said and you followed like a pet.

When you graduated law school you had multiple offers but your heart was leaning towards a position at the prosecutor's office. You would’ve had to work your way up but it would’ve been something you enjoyed. But you took the offer at Baker, Fisher & Ross LLP. The first year was hell, sitting in meetings and conference rooms with men that only saw you as a walking sex doll and disregarded any of your opinions. Three years later and now you’re the youngest and only female being considered for a position as partner, at only 28.

That was currently the only perk in your life.

Sometimes when you sat in your office and looked out the window, you wondered what would’ve happened if you went into criminal law. Where would you be then? Would your relationship with Niles have ended? Would you be slaving for a dollar? But most importantly, would you be happy?

But those were all questions that would remain unanswered. You had to push them aside because you had more important matters to focus on. You had to make partner in this firm. You had to or else this route would mean nothing. It would mean that you threw away everything, for nothing.

In the morning you woke up in an empty bed, as per usual. Niles was a stockbroker so he had to go meet with his Wall Street coworkers and probably snort a few lines of coke to start the day. You walked out of your bedroom and went straight to the shower to wake yourself up. As the water cascaded along your skin, you went over your schedule for the day. You had three meetings and then after lunch you had to go meet with the mock trial team you were mentoring. You loved working with them. They all reminded you of yourself, all bright eyed and eager to the world of law. If you could, you would warn them about making the right decision. You wanted to warn them to keep the fire inside them lit and not let it die out like you had. But then you’d scare them off and there goes something to brighten your day.

You finished your shower and rummaged through your closet, grabbing your gray pants suit and heels to set on your bed while you prepared a pot of coffee and made yourself up. After you finished getting ready, you poured the coffee into your mug and grabbed your bag. Just like clockwork you walked to your car, drove to your office building then walked to the local bakery to pick up a croissant for your secretary. Jesse was an angel, he was someone that you could rely on and chat with whenever you felt like you were going insane. Hell, he probably could write novels about your life with how much you told him.

After paying for the croissant you made your way back down the block to your office building and made your way inside. The building had 18 floors and was filled with multiple law firms. Your firm took up the top 6 floors and you didn’t really know much about anything else that occupied the space. Maybe if you’re stuck in the office late you’ll go look around and figure out what’s going on inside the building. It’s not like security would confront you anyways, they were too busy sleeping or flirting on the job.

You made your way through the growing crowd of people and waited for the elevator. Then after a few moments you packed yourself inside the metal box that was kind of like a can of sardines waiting to be sealed. You held your bag and the bag with the croissant inside close to you and looked out into the crowd of people that were waiting for the next elevator. They all shared a similar expression of boredom but there was someone that caught your attention. Just as you were about to turn your complete focus to them, the doors to the elevators shut and you started your ascent to hell. But there was something about the stranger that would stick in your mind no matter how quickly you looked at them, their pink eyes.

The elevator ride was fairly quick and you got off at the 17th floor. The top floor was reserved for the big shots and partners and if everything were to go your way, you’d be up there soon. You made your way to your office and stopped by the desk that sat in the antechamber that connected you both. “Good morning to the best secretary in this hell hole, I brought you your favorite.” You set the bag down at his desk and received a bright smile.

“You’re the greatest.” He took it and quickly opened it to eat the contents of the bag. That’s one thing about Jesse, you could give him a bag of rocks and he’d still be thankful for it. You smiled and turned to head into your office, just as your hand touched the knob Jesse cleared his throat. “Sorry, I got distracted but I heard that at the end of this week is when you’ll find out if you make partner. They’re having a little party at Vincenzo’s and they’ll make the announcement there. But don’t say I told you, Mr. Fisher is going to come down to tell you the news, so act surprised.” You felt a surge of adrenaline rush through your veins at his words. You’ll finally know if your work has paid off and if you made the right decision. “You got it, I’ll start practicing my shocked expressions.” You winked at Jesse then made your way inside your office to gather what you needed for your first meeting.

Right before you got ready to take your lunch break Mr. Fisher made his way to your office. You looked up at the older gentleman, out of the three men who helped create the firm, he was the kindest, he still had some sense of humanity in him. “Good afternoon, I just wanted to stop by and let you know that we’ll be announcing our decision on Friday. I also wanted to thank you for your hard work, if it wasn’t for you I’m not too sure if we’d still be running as good as we are. Enjoy your day and keep up the good work.” He smiled and left your office, once he was out of sight Jesse got up and made his way into your office.

“Come on, you’re telling me what he said on our way to lunch. Oh and is your detective friend joining us today?” Your ‘detective friend’ is someone you met in college, more specifically one of your closest friends that you met once you started college. Joy Aurora, she was your college roommate from freshman year and stuck by your side through law school while she pursued a career in law enforcement. Now she works as a lead detective in the prosecutor’s office. She was the first person to sense the bad vibes from Niles but she wanted you to be happy so she didn’t interfere. That still doesn’t mean she doesn’t put her (not so) little opinion about him every time you two talk.

“No, she has to go to Long Island to try to find some evidence for a case she’s working on but she’ll probably be able to meet us later on this week.” You organized your things then went with Jesse to lunch at the local diner.

“So you’re telling me that you have to go to dinner with Niles’ parents tonight but he couldn’t spare the time to have lunch with your brother when he visited a month ago? I mean, I know he’s an ass but that’s a major dick move. But remind me, what do you see in him?” You took a few moments to think about your answer but the pause was enough to convince Jesse. “He was perfect when we were dating. He always surprised me with flowers out of the blue, he always found time to come over and would force me to eat while I was studying for the bar, he was sweet with my parents and brother, he made my heart skip a beat whenever I saw him and I had to catch my breath whenever he smiled at me.”

“But how do you feel about him now? And be honest with me, Y/N.” You knew he was going to ask that question but you still dreaded it. “I don’t know how to feel about him. I feel like he’s tired of me and I feel bored. I feel frustrated with him but I’ve gotten used to it.” You looked down at the engagement ring on your finger and looked at the diamond on it. “Niles surprised me with this engagement ring about two weeks after I started working at the firm. He took me to get my nails done, helped me buy a beautiful dress and took me to dinner at this French restaurant that I still can’t pronounce the name of. Afterwards we walked around Central Park and then he popped the question. Back then I felt like I was on cloud nine, now I feel like I made the worst decision of my life. Isn’t that funny? How your life can change in an instant. I like to think that he’ll change, that he’ll go back to the Niles I fell in love with but with each passing day the hope just fizzes out.”

Jesse got up from his seat across from you and pulled you into a hug. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. I just don’t like seeing how miserable you look. You always look like you’re longing for something else and I don’t know what to do to help you. You’re my friend and I hate feeling like I can’t help you.” You hugged him back and shook your head. “It’s something that I’ll have to deal with by myself, Jesse. I got myself into this mess and I have to get myself out of it, or at least make it more tolerable.”

The rest of your lunch break was spent hearing Jesse complain about his tinder dates and boring love life. After heading back to the office you went to gather your things for the mock trial team you were mentoring and went to the conference room on the 15th floor. The students were still on the way so you could set up everything and refresh yourself on the details of the case they’ll be arguing for their competition. On the elevator ride down you skimmed through the packet to get a general gist of what the case was then made your way into the conference room.

Once inside you set up the packets at each of the empty chairs around the table and set the extras in the middle of it. You checked the time, still about 15 minutes until the students were supposed to come in so you had 15 minutes to kill. Thankfully there was a dry erase board in the conference room so you walked over to it but there were no markers. “Just my luck.” You looked around the conference room, checking wherever you could just to find at least one marker that you could use. You were just about to start crawling around to check any nooks and crannies around the room when you heard a knock on the door.

You fixed yourself a bit and turned to the door. “Sorry to bother, I just came to bring these in.” You saw the male at the door with a box of dry erase markers in his hand. Your eyes roamed along his face and once you met his eyes you quickly recognized him. He was the guy you briefly saw in the morning right before the elevators closed. He had beautifully tanned skin that contrasted perfectly with his blonde hair and bright colored eyes. Your eyes quickly traveled to his slightly exposed chest since the top two buttons of his shirt were opened. But you shook yourself out of your little trance. “Thank you so much, I was on the hunt for dry erase markers.”

You walked over to close the distance between you two and stuck your hand out to take the box from him. Your fingers just barely grazed his and you took the box. “I’m Y/N, I work for Baker, Fisher & Ross. Nice to meet you.” You stuck your free hand out to shake his and you had to fight yourself from going into another trance. “I’m Ryusei, I work a few floors beneath you at Jameson & Cole. My boss told me at the last minute that she had thrown out the last dry erase marker and had me go on a supply hunt so that was a pain. So, if any of the big shots at your firm need an assistant please let me know.” He joked and you shook your head as you laughed, “trust me, if you’re annoyed over a last minute task you’d hate working for any of the partners at my firm. They’re all very snooty and think too highly of themselves.” He chuckled and leaned against the doorframe. “Thanks for the warning.”

You spent the next few minutes chatting with him until his phone started ringing. “Fuck, I have to go set up for my boss’ meeting. It was really great talking to you, I’ll see you around.” You nodded and lifted up the box of markers as he started to take his leave, “thanks for the markers.” He flashed a wink at you then turned the hall to go to the elevators.

You stood in place for a moment and collected your thoughts. At the end of the day he was a stranger that you probably won’t see again so there was no need to be hung up on it. So you carried on with what you were planning to do. By the time the students made their way in you had some notes written on the board and you turned to them. “Alright guys, my name is Y/N and I work for Baker, Fisher & Ross and I’ll be your ticket to winning this whole competition. First things first, we’ll do introductions and then do a little exercise to loosen ourselves up.”

The rest of your day went by quickly and then it was time for what you were dreading most, dinner with Niles’ parents. All you had to do was grin and bear whatever bullshit they had prepared for you but biting your tongue was no easy feat. On the drive back home you received a text from Niles that told you to just meet him and his parents at the restaurant. You had gotten used to just meeting Niles at restaurants since he could never be bothered to meet you at home so you two could go together. After a quick drive back to your loft, you showered and then redid your makeup and slipped on a black dress then quickly left to the restaurant.

Coincidentally it was the restaurant Niles took you to when he proposed so all those memories came flooding back. After parking you entered and the host led you to the table where your fiancé and future in-laws sat. “I hope I didn’t keep you all waiting for too long, I came here as fast as I could.” You gave a short hug to both of his parents then sat down next to your fiancé. Surprisingly he leaned over to kiss you and took your hand in his while his parents began to drone on.

Being with his parents was surprisingly pleasant this time. There were no offhand comments thrown your way and they didn’t let their privilege ooze all over the place. Well, that was until Niles announced that you were up for partner at your law firm. His mother spoke first, “oh dear, if you make partner then you won’t have much time. You two have been together for so long and I don’t have any grandchildren yet. When I was your age I already had Harrison and was pregnant with Niles.” You chewed on your bottom lip to try to fight the urge to roll your eyes then you mustered up a fake smile.

“I completely understand where you’re coming from Susanne but we still haven’t really discussed the topic of children yet and making partner is what I really want.” She shook her head and sighed which meant that it was time for her husband to steer the conversation. “Sweetheart, sometimes you have to push what you want aside. I mean, Niles is doing great on Wall Street and is making more than enough to support you and children. What do you think, son? Don’t you want children?” You looked over at Niles, hoping that he’d defend you in this matter. “Well, I do want children,” a genuine smile was threatening to spread across your face, he was finally defending you, “you guys are right. I can support us, baby. I think that’ll be the perfect next step for our future.”

And just like that, your hopes got crushed. “We’ll just have to talk about it more.” You faked another smile as you spoke and you moved your hand from his grasp. The rest of the dinner went by quickly and you walked with him and his parents to their car. Once they drove off, you and Niles made your way to your car since one of his buddies dropped him off. The drive back was silent and it was almost impossible to fight your frustration and bite your tongue.

It was just bubbling and threatened to boil over. Once you two were in the lobby of your building you had to get it off your chest. “Are you serious, Niles? You expect me to give up my career so I can be a housewife? You know how hard I’ve worked for this and you want me to just throw it away?” He pinched the bridge of his nose and turned to face you, his hazel eyes had no emotion to them, just like the rest of his face. “What’s so wrong with that? You knew from the start that I wanted to have kids and at this rate we’re not going to have them.”

Your eyes widened at his words. “We’re only 28. I’m not throwing away anything for children, I don’t care what you or mommy and daddy dearest think. For once I want you to act like my fiancé and support me and my decisions. Just once.” He opened his mouth to reply but you had already gone ahead of him into the elevator and pressed the button to your floor. Just as the doors were about to close a wrinkly hand stuck its way through then a familiar face walked in. “Just in time and my favorite neighbors are here.” You smiled at the elderly woman as she got on the elevator, “good evening Mrs. Bennett.”

“You two look so spiffy! Was it date night?” You shook your head and spoke to her during the short ride while Niles leaned against the opposite wall and watched you two in silence. Just as the elevator was about to stop at your floor Mrs. Bennett gently placed her hand on top of yours, “are you two in search of a puppy? My daughter’s dog just gave birth and we have too many puppies to give away. If you’re not busy just stop by my apartment.”

Niles opened his mouth to say something but you beat him to the punch, “how wonderful, I’ll join you on the way to your apartment and see the puppies.” Niles scoffed and rolled his eyes, “that mutt is going to be your responsibility, not mine.” He muttered and walked out of the elevator once the metal doors opened then you and Mrs. Bennett followed behind.

He went into the direction of your shared apartment and you went the opposite direction. Mrs. Bennett shook her head and looked at you, “trouble in paradise?” You shrugged and followed her to her apartment, “I guess you can say that.” She sighed and decided not to press the subject further. She opened the door to her apartment and right in the middle of the living room you saw a cardboard box with multiple eyes staring at you. “They’re akitas and just take your time with them to find your perfect match. Do you want some tea?” You shook your head and approached the box, there were 6 puppies in the box all begging for your attention. You played with them for a little then held up one, the one that practically clung onto you during your entire visit. He was a boy and had black fur with white spots over his eyes that made it look like he had little glasses. “I think I’ll be taking this one home.”

Mrs. Bennett approached with her cup of tea and smiled, “perfect and don’t worry about paying for him. Think of him as a thank you for all the times you came over to check on me and bought groceries for me.” You hugged her and with a short goodbye you left. As you walked through the hall you held the puppy up as you thought of a name for him. “Spot? Hm, that’s a little generic. Biscuit? I can see you don’t like that one. How about Atlas?” The puppy wiggled in your grip and yipped, which you took as a sign of confirmation. “Atlas it is.”

You unlocked the door to your loft and walked inside, Niles was in the kitchen with a glass of whiskey in his hand. “So you picked one out?” He didn’t even bother to look at you or Atlas as he spoke but you just shrugged it off and set Atlas on the floor. “Mhm, his name is Atlas. Don’t sound too excited.” You watched as Atlas approached Niles and nudged his leg with his nose but Niles just stepped away from him. You patted your thigh which caught the puppy’s attention and made him run back to you. Niles finally looked over at you and then looked down at Atlas, whose tail was wagging a mile a minute.

“Well Atlas is your problem, not mine. I don’t understand how you’re not ready for kids but can sign up to take care of a dog.” He downed the rest of the contents in the glass and put it in the dishwasher. “I’m going to shower then I’ll sleep in the spare bedroom since you’ll want to share our bed with that mutt.” You just watched as he disappeared into your shared bedroom to gather some things then went into the spare bedroom. You looked down at Atlas who looked back up at you with wide eyes and leaned down to pick him up. “Don’t mind him, he’s grumpy. I’ll just shower you with enough love for two people.” You kissed his snout and made your way to your bedroom to get ready for bed.

The rest of the week went by in a blur, you were able to fit Atlas into your schedule easily and even Niles warmed up to him. He even surprised the pup with a squeaky toy one night after coming home from work.

Soon, it was already the big day. The day where you’d find out if you made the right decision for your career path. You decided to wear what you dubbed your lucky dress, which was just a red dress that you wore to important consultations. You did your makeup and made yourself some coffee then brought Atlas to Mrs. Bennett’s so she could watch him while you were at work. On the drive to the office you felt excited, adrenaline surged through your veins and you sang along to whatever song played on the radio at the top of your lungs. You went through the usual morning routine, getting a croissant for Jesse and everything went as it usually did.

The day went by so slowly in your opinion. You wanted to know what their decision was already but you had to be patient. The time soon passed and you made your way to Vincenzo’s with Jesse. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and kept you close to him as you two walked into the restaurant. “This is your big day superstar, did you pack your things for our move to the top floor?” You smiled and lifted a hand to gently pat his chest. “Once the announcement is made I’ll get my things ready.”

The restaurant was packed. It seemed like the whole office building was invited. You looked around but Niles wasn’t there but maybe he was running late. There was no way he’d miss an important day like this. Or at least you hoped he wouldn’t miss it. “I’m going to get some drinks, I’ll be right back.” You moved from Jesse’s grip and walked over to the bar, there stood Joy. You smiled brightly and hugged her tightly. “Hi beautiful, where’s your knight in shining armor? I haven’t seen him here yet.”

You shrugged at her question and grabbed a strawberry daiquiri, “no clue, I sent a message earlier to make sure he knew where to go but I haven’t gotten a reply from him yet.” Joy raised an eyebrow and even though she hadn’t said anything yet, you knew what was going to come out of her mouth. “I know, just give him some time. Maybe he got caught up or he’s on his way.” She shrugged and took a sip of her beer, “if you insist but I hope he shows face soon. If not, I’m going to talk your ear off about him and nothing will be able to stop me.” You laughed and nodded.

You spent the next half hour with Jesse and Joy then your attention was piqued when Mr. Baker, Mr. Fisher and Mr. Ross stood at the small stage and Mr. Baker tapped his microphone. “Good evening everyone. First off, thank you for taking the time to come and celebrate this event with us. This decision we’re about to announce took so much time and so much debating, I just want to say that both people who were up for this position are more than deserving for this position and it pains us all to offer it to only one person. So, with great pleasure I would like you all to congratulate Mr. Kuon Wataru!”

Your eyes widened at the announcement and your heart sunk to the pit of your stomach. “Kuon got it? He made partner?” You asked your questions to no one in particular and you watched as Kuon got up to thank everyone. Mr. Fisher made his way through the crowd and approached you with an apologetic look on his face. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I fought for you as much as I could but they wouldn’t budge no matter what.” You nodded and downed the rest of your drink as Mr. Fisher placed a hand on your shoulder and gently squeezed it before walking away.

Jesse placed his arm around you and held you close to him, shaking his head. “Fucking bastard, his father made that big donation during our last fundraiser so I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what swayed their opinions. It’s not like all of us were born with a silver spoon in our mouths.” You felt like you were suffocating, like there were large hands clamping around your neck and they were squeezing down as hard as possible.

“I need to get some air.” You made your way through everyone as quickly as you could. All you had was tunnel vision to the exit, not even acknowledging anyone that was near you. You went out through the side entrance and leaned against the wall as your chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. You went through your bag for your phone and dialed Niles’ number. After a few rings you finally got an answer, “hey babe.” His words were slurred and you could smell the alcohol on his breath through the screen and you heard all the chatter and laughter in the background.

Your frustration quickly rose and you couldn’t even hold yourself back. “Are you fucking kidding me? You’re out getting shit faced during one of the biggest nights of my life? I bet you didn’t even remember what today was. You couldn’t even bother to reply to my text earlier. You know, I had a feeling you’d end up pulling some shit like this but I tried to push any doubt aside because why would my fiancé not show up? Why wouldn’t my fiancé be around for such an important occasion? But it turns out that you don’t fucking care! You don’t care about me and what I want, if it’s not about you getting your way then you don’t care! Don’t bother coming home tonight, don’t bother coming back at all, I’m done with you Niles. This is the last straw. It’s over.” You hung up the phone and tossed it back into your bag.

You felt the tears build up and they quickly blurred your vision. You wiped at your eyes to try to hide the tears, you’d just hate it if anyone came out and saw you like this. You didn’t want to go through the whole explanation of how your life turned to shit in less than 10 minutes. You decided that you should just head home and then you could drown yourself in whatever alcohol you had stored and cuddle with Atlas. You went through your bag to find your car keys and just your luck, they weren’t there. “Of course, I left them in the fucking office.”

You wiped your eyes once more and made your way to the office. You felt your phone vibrate in your bag, of course it was Niles trying to make up some poor excuse to explain why he didn’t show up but you weren’t in the mood to deal with it. You walked inside of your office building and stood in front of the elevators.

For some reason you looked down at your hands and saw the diamond of your engagement ring glistening in the light. The tears built up again as you looked at the ring. You were so caught up you didn’t even hear anyone approach. You sniffled and wiped your eyes then a voice broke you out of your trance.

“Hey, are you alright?”

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