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fleurhcss · 2 months

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Channie being a proper dom like really intimidating n stuff- when you first signed a contract w him you kind of just misjudged him as more of a sweet guy

That's sound so interesting so I'm taking this request very happily 🤍🤍 let's make this as a sort of fifty shades 🥰🎀

༉‧₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉‧₊˚. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐒𝐨 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 - Chan x FEM Reader!

cw : something like 50 shades ??, contractual sex, co-workers/boss, possessive hard dom chan, naive reader, you though he was a sweet guy but he's an actual daddy

sw : hair pulling, choke kink, anal, blowjob, scratching, hard dom, little mention of blood, spanking, size kink, thigh humping, breast playng, biting, marks, fingering

wc : 6.6k

synopsis : You always did your work with dedication and diligence, your boss Bang Chan always complimented you for every job you completed on time. He was always very kind to you, always smiling and helpful when you needed help. You never expected that one night, when you were working overtime, he would approach you and ask you to come to his office to sign a new contract that would give you a promotion. Too bad, maybe not too bad, it was a completely different contract. This led to a new kind of passion that you never thought you'd get caught up in. And that Bang Chan was not as sweet as he showed you during the day.

a/n : hii, i'm back with another fic ! This was a request so I hope anon can enjoy this like all of u 🩷 it was so exciting to write and i hope u could like it - im obsessed with dom but apparently sweet Chan 🫣🫣 Enjoy 🫶🏻

[ HARD SMUT ]

It was another typical working day for you, you were sitting comfortably in your chair, going through the last of the papers your colleague had sent you for final checking. You had gotten a little hungry and had started to munch on some carrots, taking them out of your lunch box. You worked as a secretary for a big company, so you had to check all your colleagues' work and correct any mistakes before sending it to your boss: Bang Chan. A lot could be said about him as he was truly a man of gold. He was always kind and helpful to all his subordinates and to you, his secretary, he was no less, always greeting you with a smile and a pat on the back. You couldn't even deny how attractive he was, you were really lucky to have such a boss. Bang Chan was like the forbidden dream of every employee in the company, even the older ladies. He was a not so tall man, well built and very muscular. A distinct sense of style and elegance and a face like few others. Simply gorgeous, you thought.

Nothing had changed that day either, Chan had arrived smiling, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, no tie and his jacket in his hands. He had walked up to you and patted you on the back, smiling as if you were good friends. "Good work, Y/N, I want you in my office tonight to discuss a new contract." He said as he squeezed your shoulders and walked into his office. You were almost out of breath when he touched you. His hands were warm and you felt as if he wanted to hold you. But it was all in your head and he was your boss, certain things were not appropriate. You wondered what kind of contract he was talking about, since you had been promoted just two weeks ago - and with it a pay rise. Now you were very curious. It didn't take you long to ask your colleagues if Chan had been giving out raises lately. The man never ceases to surprise you.

You could see him making himself comfortable at his desk, taking off his jacket to give you a good view of his blue shirt, which clung well and perfectly to every single muscle. The man was truly amazing, a walking constant provocation, and of course you felt a little guilty having certain thoughts about him, which did nothing but show you sweetness and dedication to his work, as well as respect for you. You spent your morning working hours before your lunch break reviewing documents and glancing at your boss as he received corporate clients in his office with a beaming smile. Sometimes you wondered how he could smile so sweetly at everyone....

You could hear your colleague muttering things like "but what's he smiling about" or "why does he always have that happy expression on his face", well bless him? Chan had never shown his employees that he was tired or angry, except once when your company was fined for a cheating customer. You remember Chan's angry expression as he shouted in his office, the vein in his neck throbbing. And it was typical of your colleague to sulk about everything, wondering what he was doing there if he hated the job, when his boyfriend, Chan's childhood friend by the way, had suggested he go to work with him. But that was how Hyunjin was, you remembered when he described the pain in his bottom after sex with his friend Changbin in his dramatic way.

"You know what Chan is like, Hyune, he never gets tired of doing what he likes," you chuckled, catching a small, pouty smile from your friend. "Are you busy tonight?" he asked as he approached you with his chair. "Chan asked me to come to the office to review the contract, I have no idea what it's about," you threw your head back in frustration. "That sucks, I wanted to get something to eat, Changbin is busy with Jisung in a new group they are producing," you smiled at Hyunjin's adorable pout and tussled his hair, causing another pout.

Time seemed to fly from that morning, so much so that you found yourself sitting at the cafeteria table with your best friend Ryujin and Hyunjin, having lunch as usual and gossiping about your colleagues. Unfortunately, you weren't sure where the conversation was going when your best friend opened up about none other than Chan. "In my opinion he fucks hard, I mean look at him," she said, causing you to choke on a vegetable thread. You looked at her in a mixture of shock and bewilderment, then at the man himself, who had rolled up his shirt sleeves to show off his buff arms. "He gives me the impression of a vanilla with all those sweet smiles he gives out, although Bin says one of his exes left him because she couldn't sustain his sex life," at which point you also choked on water. But were these conversations to be sustained over lunch?

"Why exactly are we talking about how Chan fucks, in the cafeteria and with him just a few steps away from us?" you asked, quite confused by the situation. Your friends were out of their minds. "You haven't said a word, what do you think he's like?" Ryujin asked cheekily, leaving you speechless for the umpteenth time, and you let out a long sigh before answering. "In my opinion, he's sweet, I don't see him doing dirty things in bed or in general," Ryujin burst out laughing and you blushed at your own words. "But have you seen him? That minimum will destroy you!" she said, convinced of her words. You swallowed the last bites of your lunch before choking again. Sure, you had some thoughts, but certainly not in a place where the whole company you work for could hear you. You left each other laughing and went back to your desk, where you stayed until closing time, when your friends said goodbye to you.

You were reluctant to knock on your boss's office door, you could see through the glass walls that he was concentrating on printing out various papers and wondered why he had not asked you as his assistant, then he raised his head and smiled at you, signalling for you to enter his office, there anxiety pervaded you. You did as he asked and were greeted with a warm smile and a gallant invitation to sit down in front of his desk, which he leaned on. "So, I've called you in to discuss an exclusive contract as my personal assistant, let's say I've upgraded it a bit: I'd like you to move into my house from Tuesday to Friday and also to accompany me on my business trips, which will become more frequent as I've expanded our partnerships, and I'd like to discuss a much more... delicate side of the contract over dinner, perhaps over a nice glass of wine. I just wanted to let you know today. Come to dinner at my house on Saturday, you will have the correspondence, you can sign the contract extension and know the rest," he smiled.

But your brain had been given too much information to digest and process, you had stopped at the moving out in his house part... You didn't know how to react to the news, it had all been so unexpected that you still had to process it, and he understood that well from your expression, which was a mixture of confusion and disbelief. He laughed - and no, Chan, there was nothing to laugh about - "Well, I understand it's a lot of information, you don't have to answer me right away, we'll talk more about it on Saturday, like I said," he gave you another sweet smile and you nodded, trying to return it and getting up from your chair you saw that he had already started to turn everything off and had followed you to the exit. "Good night, Chan," you whispered with a small bow, which he returned with a smile and a pat on the head that made you blush. "Good night, Y/N."

Ryujin and Hyunjin would have liked that.

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"He proposed to you WHAT?" Hyunjin almost shouted when you told him what Chan had told you in his office that evening. You were still in a state of disbelief; in short, living under the same roof as your boss was not exactly the best ... Especially when you felt guilty about fantasising about him after he had been so nice to you. "Yes, I'm still in shock and I have exactly three days to think about it, because he wants to have dinner with me at his house on Saturday," you whispered as if you were intimidated, and well, you definitely were a bit. So much so that the three days went by quickly and you were still standing in front of your boss's house. Hyunjin had been kind enough to be your stylist and you were sure that he had done his best to make you sexy, had even advised you to throw yourself into the experience, Chan certainly wasn't going to eat you up.

Or so you thought.

But Chan was a man of many surprises, and he was about to prove it. When he opened the door, you saw an Adonis, an ethereal Greek god smiling at you, opening the gates of Olympus. He was magnificent and uniquely beautiful, a man like few others, you thought. The tight white turtleneck accentuated every single muscle in that chest - from the pecs to the belly, you could count them one by one - and the dark denim trousers wrapped well-trained thighs, and you let your mind wander a little too much. You wore jeans that were a little tight from the thighs down to the ankles, a black lace top that allowed a glimpse of your bra - damn you, Hyunjin - and a simple jacket suit of the same colour. Your shoulders were crossed and you watched as Chan invited you in with a beaming smile. "Please, come in and give me your jacket, the dining room is that way, I'll be there in a few minutes."

It was certainly a nice apartment, modern, bright and very spacious for one person, so much so that you wondered if he might sometimes feel lonely in this environment. Then you remembered his suggestion and blushed. You made your way to the well-appointed dining room, where the food was well served and covered with special thermal lids to keep it from getting cold. "Here I am, Y/N, please have a seat, I went to get the paperwork for later. How about we start with a good glass of red wine? This is very good, a friend of mine sent it to me from Italy, imagine that," he chuckled and then moved your chair and made you sit down. He really was such a kind, decent, gentle man. So sweet. It suddenly occurred to you that it might be a good idea to share a roof with him. He sat across from you, sipping some wine and putting a piece of steak in his mouth. What lips, you thought. You looked like a maniac.

"I'm sure everything will be delicious, and besides, I love red wine," you reassured yourself, unaware that he knew the detail because he had asked Changbin to ask Hyunjin, who, being scatterbrained as he was, had not suspected anything. "Oh well, lucky shot. So, have you thought about my proposal these days, sweetheart?" for a moment you forgot how to speak in front of the nickname. "Um, yes, I'm very much inclined to accept your proposal," you told him as you drank some wine, you needed it, and a lot of it, otherwise you wouldn't have survived the evening. His eyes lit up and he smiled at you, he was really handsome, damn. "I'm very happy that you accepted, there's just one more... delicate additional clause that I'd like to talk to you about. You're not obliged to accept it, of course, and it won't affect the contract I mentioned before, it's a separate thing, let's say another contract", you were confused, what else could he want from you? With your glance you encouraged him to go on.

"That's it, I've been alone for a long time without a woman by my side and the physical needs are starting to kick in. My last serious relationship ended because she was, so to speak, unable to support me in bed. So I need a woman who I consider to be strong and stable as well as beautiful like you, and since we will be together most of the time, I thought we could take advantage of that. Of course I have inquired whether you have someone at your side or not, I would never allow myself to ask such things of a taken girl, much less are you obliged to accept. I also want to emphasise that I do not see you as an object to vent my sexual pleasures, I have great respect for you. Having said that, I look forward to hearing what you think."

Your face was indescribable at that moment, your fork hanging in the air, your mind urging you to accept such an absurd proposal. It was amazing, by the way, how he was such a sweet gentleman and so respectful to even ask you such a thing. It almost made you hate him. But the truth was that you were quite tempted, even though you shouldn't be. "Excuse me, I have to go to the toilet," he said, understanding your surprise and not being hurt by it, he took a sip and wiped his lips before showing you where to go. Where, by the way, it didn't take you long to make a group video call and tell your best friends what you had gotten yourself into.

"I'd love to accept, I mean have you seen him? He's definitely going to fuck like hell," said your best friend. "Accept, what have you got to lose? You're sexually frustrated and haven't had sex in ages, not to mention that your taste in men sucks. He's a gift from heaven right now," Hyunjin said, since when was he so wise? And he was right, after all, neither of them had anything to lose.

When you returned to where you were sitting, you drank the Goblet in one go: "I'm in, what do I need to sign?" you said. Chan's eyes lit up, a mixture of disbelief and satisfaction. "I've got all the contracts over there, calling me by my name, and you don't know how happy you've made me. Obviously we're not starting tonight, I'll help you get your things over here, and if either of us feels like it on Monday, maybe we can try something," he smiled broadly at you, and you really couldn't help but smile back.

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When you arrived at work on Monday morning, your best friend gave you a sly look because you had texted him about the rest of the evening with your boss - now boss with benefits? - who, after dinner, had accompanied you to his office to sign the rest of the contract, not forgetting to caress your skin or wrap his arms around your waist. You had noticed that he was a man who sought physical contact and was very affectionate. Ever since he had promoted you to be his personal assistant, he had not missed an opportunity to pat and squeeze your back as a sign of encouragement.

He had offered you more wine and shown you around his apartment, which was very large indeed, he had a sort of library room, you were surprised to see how many books he had, and most of them he had read. He had taken you into his garden where he had a small vegetable garden and small flower beds and finally, after showing you what would be your room, he had taken you into another study where there were musical instruments and other tools whose names you did not know. He had just confessed to you his passion for music, which he practised on his days off, sometimes in the company of Changbin and his friend Jisung.

You were shocked that one man could have so many passions and still find time for everything. He looked like Clark Kent, but without the glasses and the weird superpowers.

By the time you had taken your seat, Hyunjin had given you another look, pointing out a beaming, smiling Chan in his office - which was not much different from the usual one, but he had a different aura than his usual working days. When he saw you, he gave you a smile and a wink that made you blush and even earned you an elbow from your friend to tease you, you had not yet settled into your new job, but already that morning some of Chan's employees had come to pick up your things, you would not be there for a whole week, so you did not have to bring everything exactly, but the essentials you would surely need, after all they had also brought suitcases and bags full of personal belongings, clothes and things like that.

He signalled you to follow him to his study, and as soon as you turned on your computer, you proceeded to him. The question, "Good morning, sweetheart, how are you?" was somewhat unexpected, although not because he could not ask you the question, but because you were expecting a different kind of question. However, we were discussing Chan, and he was still the sweetest guy you knew. This prompted you to consider whether there might be a side of him that he had yet to reveal in private. "Um well, you?" you rocked back on your heels. "I'm fine. So we're going home together tonight, my boys have finished bringing your things, you just need to get them set up in your room. I would like to request your assistance in my home office for a few additional hours. A significant contract must be negotiated with a German company. Additionally, I would like to spend some time with you." He whispered this last sentence, and, besides blushing, you experienced a physical sensation of goose bumps. His gaze was different, more penetrating, with a different light, and his voice had dropped an octave. You observed what you believed to be a change in his eyes, which appeared darker and more intense. This observation was accompanied by a sensation of trembling in your legs.

Your underwear was visibly moist; however, if he had observed your state, it was unclear how he would have react. He dismissed you by returning to your usual work room after you nodded off, and when Hyunjin saw you in such a state, he did nothing but tease you until lunch. That was when Ryujin joined in. Your expression was comically pathetic, and the two of them would not stop teasing you. At this sight, Chan , who was directly involved in the aforementioned incident, joined in. He approached you with a kind smile and patted your shoulder, which caused you to shiver. "Have a good lunch, Y/N, guys..." he said. It was evident that Hyunjin was attempting to restrain himself from laughing in Chan's face.

"Should I inform him that he caused your panties to become wet? It would undoubtedly make the entire situation more epic”, Ryujin jested, causing you to laugh slightly less due to the presence of Chan, who was behind you and had overheard every word. This resulted in Chan giggling. You were in a difficult position, both literally and figuratively. You were forced to thank your best friend... You observed Chan direct a gaze at you that you were unable to identify, yet you were certain that he licked his lips in anticipation of capturing them between his teeth. You were compelled to concede that you were entertaining the notion of engaging in the same act. Hyunjin's interjection served to disrupt your train of thought. You were, in fact, digging your own grave, having already initiated the process by falling into it. You were now merely attempting to cover yourself with dirt.

The day passed more rapidly than you had anticipated, and you found yourself in the evening having to bid farewell to your friends, who were still laughing at you. As you were tidying your belongings, two arms wrapped around your waist, and it was evident who it was. His warm breath brushed against your skin, and you were certain you would not be able to endure much longer. The man was the end of you. He commenced to bestow wet kisses upon your neck, and without intending to and realising it, a small moan escaped you. You were now definitively ruined. He chuckled against your skin and turned you towards him, smiling. It was incredible. "So, my dear, are you prepared to return home?" he whispered. It was as if, when the office emptied, he became another person. He was inches from your lips and they were too inviting and full to remain that way. Consequently, you set aside your shyness and initiated a kiss.

The kiss was markedly different from any previously experienced. It was passionate, as if the man had not kissed a woman in years. Chan was passionate and engaging in his every move, and it was as if melting in his arms was inevitable. He was just as physically attractive as his body suggested, and he was an impressive individual. His hands tightened on your waist, massaging your hips. You could feel his thumbs enter your skin as his full lips pulled yours into a kiss that seemed to last an eternity. In your stomach, you experienced a series of unusual sensations. His tongue penetrated your mouth, and gradually, his lips began to move along your jaw, down your neck, and to your shoulder, where he focused a little more. You were certain that he was going to drive you insane very soon.

He grasped your thighs and positioned you on your desk. The mere possibility that the janitor might have entered the room at any moment and discovered you aroused you considerably. "You have no idea what I would like to do to you right now, sweetheart," he whispered into the crook of your neck as his hands went up your thighs, squeezing them. Your lips emitted a series of gasps as your hands made space for themselves in his now disordered curls. You uttered a curse. This was undoubtedly the end of you. "Why don't you do it then?" you sneered, gaining some confidence. You observed him return that grin as he took tufted hair and tied it in a vice, pulling it backwards to reveal your callus, which was far too clean for his taste. In point of fact, I did not employ the use of molt to inflict marks and bites upon him. "I would suggest that it is time to return home, or do you wish to remain in these wet panties for an extended period? It has been several hours, has it not?" he laughed, recalling your conversation with your closest companions that afternoon at luncheon.

You blushed and placed your hand on his arm, indicating that you wished to compose yourself. He took you in his arms and you observed that he was also experiencing a similar problem, as evidenced by his obvious erection. He smiled at you and, after saying goodbye to the janitor who was about to enter the office, you proceeded together to Chan's house. The car ride was an ordeal, as his hand remained on your naked thigh and squeezed it. You had by now admitted to yourself, while lying down, that the only thing you wanted was for him to insert his fingers into your panties and then into you. What was the man doing to you?

Upon your arrival, he did not allow you the opportunity to remove your jacket; instead, he took care of it himself, with great eagerness. His lips followed yours as he whisked you to the door, taking your legs and tying them around his waist. You felt his erection pushing against your clothed pussy. You longed only for him to undress you. He swiftly removed his shirt, and you were captivated by the beauty and musculature of his physique. You felt as though you were experiencing a hallucination. Was there truly such a flawless man? Not to mention the extensive tattoo that extended down his right arm. You lingered for a considerable period of time, admiring it, before running your hands down his chest and arms, caressing his warm and velvety skin. You could perceive the degree of physical conditioning he had achieved merely through touching his arms. "Do you like it, my dear?" he inquired, his voice a mere whisper in your ear. It was a rhetorical question, of course, but one that could be answered in the affirmative by anyone.

"You have no idea how much," you replied frankly before initiating another kiss. You believed you had merely provided a sort of addiction to the latter. He giggled before leading you down the hallway to the kitchen table and setting you down on it. "Good because I'm really ridiculously hungry so allow me to satiate myself," he said, his tone indicating a change in subject. From that point on, you were no longer in earnest. Passion and lust had evidently overpowered you. You observed him disappear between your thighs, spreading you wide as his nose pressed against your still-clothed but completely soaked centre. He left it a kiss and then pulled the fabric with his teeth. You were convinced that you felt them sink into the flesh of your clitoris as well. By this point, you were no longer holding back, as there was no point in doing so. You were a moaning mess.

"You smell very pleasant; I imagine your taste is similarly agreeable." This was the most dirty image you had ever seen. He removed your underwear and began licking your labia minora, which caused you to close your eyes. Your left hand descended from your hair to your shoulder, where you dug your nails into her skin, certain that you had done so.

He emitted a moan, which surprised you, given that you had always considered him to be a sweet guy. However, given his reaction, you increased your grip and scratched deeper into his now reddened skin. Meanwhile, he was working his way between your walls with his tongue, sucking on portions of your skin before penetrating you with it and fucking you with his tongue himself. This caused you to lose your breath. It was evident that the state of your body would not withstand the prolonged stimulation. Your own sensitivity was already considerable, and the fact that you had not had a relationship for a considerable period of time, coupled with Chan's unexpected skill with every touch he gave you, was driving you to the brink of insanity.

Your prediction was correct as you freed yourself in no time on his skillful tongue, which totally cleaned you up, even licking your lips. The experience was so intense that you were overwhelmed. "It was exquisite, and I may never get enough," he said as he approached you, who were now panting and short of breath. However, you noticed that his problem remained unresolved. "Take off your pants," you intimated, pulling him by the belt. He was perplexed by this turn of events and clenched his fists on your thighs. "Are you attempting to issue commands, princess?" he inquired with a hint of amusement, then proceeded to remove his belt and tie your wrists behind your back. However, he was uncertain as to the purpose of this action.

"You are not able to touch me, as I am in control of the situation. Should you wish to cum again, you will do as I say. However, I will not have sex with you at this time. I wish to cause you suffering first" he sneered. This is contrary to the image of the sweet boy that he presented. He undressed you completely, admiring your body from a distance once you had nothing to cover yourself and then disappeared to get something. He returned with a bottle of wine in his hand and a full goblet from which he was drinking. "You know I love wine. I wonder what it tastes like if I pour it on you. What do you say? Shall we try it?" He bit his lip as he moved closer to you and kissed you with the same frenzy as before. The wine tasted like red wine, the same one he had offered you nights before. What remarkable coincidence was that ever? You felt a liquid, which was not particularly cold, run through your breasts and the rest of your body. The liquid had made its way up your stomach to your thighs, and Chan was gradually descending with his lips, as if he wanted to consume you.

His lips fixed themselves first on your collarbones, which had been previously treated with a little bit of wine. He proceeded to drink the liquid and begin to leave bites and kisses on your breasts. You were certain that he was consuming you and that you would find purple marks all along the way, particularly around your nipples. With one hand, he was holding one of your breasts and massaging it, while playing with the nipple that was stuck between his index and middle fingers. His mouth was on the other breast, licking, biting and sucking the nipple. It was clear that nothing could be more pleasurable than the experience at that moment. The head was thrown back in response to the intense pleasure. "What a delight you are, princess," he said, his remaining hand clutched at her throat. All she could produce were disjointed sounds devoid of meaningful words. He proceeded to descend with his tongue, licking the wine from your stomach to your thighs. He then proceeded to bite and leave hickeys all the way to your groin.

Upon raising his face, one observed a smug expression. Saliva was observed to be dripping from the sides of the lips, and the subject was perceived as a potential meal. In contrast, Chan had never known a woman like you, and your every move drove him crazy. Your scent and beauty had been the first thing he had noticed when he first became interested in you. The sensation of your vaginal walls constricting around his tongue was a profound experience, one that sent him to a state of rapture. He contemplated the sensations he would experience when he penetrated you with his penis. You observed him grin repeatedly, and you gasped when he was completely naked in front of you. Perhaps you understood why his former girlfriend had found sexual intercourse with him to be an unbearable experience. It was a complex array of sensations. He was of considerable girth and possessed a notable degree of vascularity. You observed him for a few moments, during which time he elicited a sarcastic chuckle.

"I can see you quite like what you see, sweetheart," he laughed, only to have you spread your legs and begin rubbing his length over your thigh, grazing your clitoris with the tip. This was a spot to which, by the way, he was the subject of the torture of his thumb moving quickly over it. He was fucking you until you were dumb. And not in the literary sense, unfortunately. "Chan...please..." you implored him, this being perhaps the third or fourth occasion on which you had reached orgasm that evening, with the intervals between the events being relatively brief.

"Be patient, my dear," he whispered in your ear. The speed with which he was rubbing his penis had increased significantly, and seeing him moaning like that, with those expressions contributed greatly to accelerating your orgasm, which occurred a few minutes before the one that Chan released on your thigh. With two fingers, he took some of the semen and brought it to your lips as he squeezed your neck, indicating that you should open your mouth. He engaged in oral stimulation of your tongue until his fingers were clean, then withdrew and proceeded to clean you. He then inquired as to your preferences for dinner. He proceeded to bite his lip and extend an invitation for you to take a bath with him.

The duration of the cohabitation would be long.

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The last thing you ever imagined in your life was living under the same roof as your boss. Yet here you were, in the car with him, driving back to "your" home. It had been two weeks since you had signed that contract, Hyunjin and Ryujin were doing nothing but trying to extrapolate information and gossip to you about how Chan was fucking. But no, you didn't know either - you weren't always doing something, every day, there were days when you were really busy or days when Chan didn't go out except to go to work from his studio. But when he was in the right mood, he didn't hesitate to call you into his studio and drive you crazy with his touch. You experienced things you had never tried before, like wax play, and one night he even tied you up with a rope that was thicker than you thought. Not to mention the first time he had fucked you in the mouth. He had been so rough - not that you had minded - that you had trouble moving your jaw for the next two days. But Chan had been very kind to look after you.

Now he tightened his hand around your thigh, almost as if he were angry, and you wondered what was going on in the boy's head at that moment. When you got home, he gave you a look that you could not decipher and took you in his arms - at which you let out a cry of surprise - and took you to his room, where you had never been before.

"Get ready because you'll be up a lot tonight," he said as he tossed you into bed. From then on you understood that this was the moment after two weeks when he would not feel pity for you, and in the end you were not so sad. He laughed at the sight of your face, which was a little confused and shocked at his sudden disappearance, but you wondered why he looked so angry. "Did something happen?" you innocently asked the boy who was now towering over you. He laughed as if you had just said the funniest thing ever. "It really bothers me that the typist won't stop looking at you, trying miserably to get your attention. I have to do something to let others know you're mine," he whispered in your ear, making you shiver. You had no idea what he was talking about, but you were sure that seeing him so possessive of you had had an unexpected effect on you.

"Do it Chan," you said as you tugged at the collar of his shirt; you were going crazy for this man and seeing him like this only made you more vulnerable to his mercy.

You didn't even notice how he unzipped your clothes, how the room had suddenly become extremely hot, as if someone had lit a fire or a stove. Chan didn't need to move to show you what was hidden under his clothes, what a wonderful god he was under those now useless and discarded robes on the floor. You had seen him walk away and take something from the cupboard and were almost surprised to see handcuffs in his hands. You hated being touched when he was in charge, you had learnt many things about him in those weeks, one of which was that Chan loved to feel in charge, to be in control. And how he loved it. And you didn't mind seeing the smug look on his face when he knew he was having an effect on you. He grabbed your hands and brought them behind your back, stopping them with the metal object, his expression was something indescribable. He was so attractive, you could have come just by looking at him.

He positioned you with your head dangling from the foot of the bed and lowered himself to your level, stroking your red lips with his thumb as you gasped. All this was already having an effect. "Look how beautiful you look," he whispered as he moved his lips closer to yours, "so beneath me, at my will, ready to receive all I have to give you... you are a feast for the eyes. "If you only knew you..." she whispered through his lips, boosting his ego and pushing him even further to initiate a ravenous, almost violent kiss. He pulled his tongue out with his teeth and sucked on it. "Chan... please..." you said almost imperceptibly, which amused him greatly as he loved to see you like that.

He stood in front of you, his figure was imposing, statuesque. You could see his full length. He winked, made you open your lips with his thumb, played with your tongue. If only he had put a finger between your legs, you would have known immediately the effect he was having on you. "Be a good girl and take it all in your mouth, princess," he chuckled as he began to work his length down your entire throat, the fact that you were upside down on the bed making it even more exciting. But it wasn't like Chan to stand still while you gave him pleasure. And while he held your hair in a tight grip, he enjoyed using his other hand to caress your breast and play with your nipple. This drove you crazy as much as it drove him crazy that the moans he was making you make his cock quiver in your throat. This really drove him out of his mind.

His hand went all the way down your chest to your belly as he mercilessly fucked your throat. He squeezed your side and reached down to lick your navel with his tongue. His hand wanders to the naked centre of your intimacy: "Look how sensitive we are today. Two fingers begin to make small circles over your clitoral hood and this immediately makes you moan again along its length. He inserts one finger and then a second, fucking you with them first. You throw back your eyes as he reaches your sensitive spot and begins to curl his fingers. But he doesn't go for it, he doesn't want to come like that, he doesn't want you to come like that. "I'm going to fuck you mercilessly, princess. Don't scream too loudly, you don't want the neighbours to complain," he whispered in your ear after leaving your lips and towering over you.

He brought your knees up to his shoulders and paused to watch your hole shrink around the nothing. "It's going to be really wonderful to fuck you." And he entered you. "Ah!" you moaned, unable to stop yourself. You felt full. Good. Filled. "'Damn darling, you're so tight, even after my fingers... I'm going to start moving now, okay?" he groaned, then pulled out of you and suddenly thrust back in. You moan. "You like it, you want more baby," he chuckled then watched as you begged him pleadingly with gestures and disconnected words. And if he only knows how much you wanted it.

He begins to move without stopping, trapping you between his elbows as if to let you know that you are his alone. At first he pushes himself into you slowly, until you get used to it and start to want more, pushing your hips against his. He speeds up and you almost lose your breath, your moans now a poor diastro. You feel like you could come at any moment and he can tell by the way you tighten around him. "Come for me, Y/N," he says hoarsely into your ear, then takes you in his arms and kisses you roughly until your lips bleed. But he doesn't miss a drop and licks up to the end of your chin when, without warning, you come and he's inside you.

He slowly leans you back into the mattress and gets off on top of you. But you are not tired, you want more. "What is it, Princess?" he says, looking at you. You have noticed his gaze. "I want to do it again," you whisper breathlessly. He looks at you amused and chuckles, towering over you. "You really are insatiable," he says, turning you over and letting you rest on his lap, your hair quickly clenched in his fist and pulled towards him, making you moan immediately. "Now I'm going to fuck you from behind, baby," he whispers in your ear before he enters you. It was slow and almost excruciating but you loved the feeling of him rubbing inside you, maybe you loved the feeling of just having him inside you. "Inside you is like being in heaven," he whispers in a rough voice as he increases his thrusts, making them almost animalistic, everything moving with you, even the bed. You moan, loudly, and once again you clench around him. "Come for me, baby," and with just one word you scream his name and come on his hand, which had reached down to your clit to collect your fluids.

He makes you lie on your side and smiles, then caresses your cheek and leaves a bite on your shoulder before licking your fluids away.

"I could go on until dawn."

"Fuck me."

In the end he wasn't so sweet like you thought, not in bed.

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sooniebby · 1 year

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IMMA SEND ANOTHER REQUEST BC I MISS OUR BOY CHOI💕 OUR FAVORITE PERV

Maybe we get like hit or something during gym class bc we are clumsy as fuck and we get sent to the nurses office and Choi was chosen to take us there and something happens? Can be horny as fuck or just sweet I’ll eat that shit like it’s my dinner either way<3 whatever you prefer Sonnie!

Thank you 😩🫶 for the Ushijima Drabble is was scrumptious 🤤

ఌ 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃

꧁ 𝙊𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

(Canon reading order)

Yubin works: 1, 2, 3, 4

Word count › 1.6k

Rating › NSFT

Warnings › Yubin is a proud dog hater

Kinks › feminization, fondling, mentions of free use

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“How’s your head?”

(Name) wasn’t sure how to answer. It didn’t hurt. He was used to getting hit in the head by a dodgeball so he’s been taking them like they’re nothing. No, it wasn’t the slight headache he had that was bothering him.

It was Yubin playing with his chest.

The dumb idiot was just standing there and fiddling with his chest. And it wasn’t even through his shirt.

No, Yubin had to touch (Name)’s skin.

Something about skinship or whatever bullshit he spouted when he pulled up (Name)’s shirt as soon as they got into the nurses office.

Good thing the nurse wasn’t here yet.

She must’ve been a lunch break.

Yubin didn’t even seem to be perverted though. In his weird way, he was comforting (Name) by massaging his chest. And (Name) would be thankful for that if he asked for it.

But it wasn’t like he stopped him.

“My head is fine. The nurse could be coming back any second…” (Name) reached over to grab Yubin’s arm but Yubin swiftly moved it away.

“She shouldn’t be. I saw her talking to Mister Park. She’ll be gone for a minute.”

“Why?”

“Cause she wants to fuck him,” Yubin said nonchalantly, paying way more attention to fondling (Name) than what he was actually saying.

“Your boobs have gotten bigger…”

“It’s my pectorals.”

Yubin looked at (Name) with a blank stare before turning his attention back to (Name)’s chest. “It’s like your boobs don’t fit in my hands…”

(Name) rolled his eyes. No purpose in trying to correct him.

“But really,” Yubin suddenly said, looking at (Name) with a look of worry. “You aren’t hurting, right? Because I can go get the Nurse to come now and treat you.”

(Name) blushed. Despite Yubin still fondling his chest, he really did look slightly worried about his condition. Which was for good reason. Any other person would’ve been knocked out at that the throw that hit him.

Honestly, (Name) should be knocked out. He’s just a bit… well there’s nothing too important in his head to get hurt.

Mentally at least.

“I’m fine…. You, uh, being here with me is nice.” (Name) whispered. Most people wouldn’t want to come with him to the nurse. It was a daily occurrence for him to go to the nurses office that it got annoying for the other students.

A few even believed that he was doing it on purpose for attention.

Yubin squeezed (Name)’s chest tightly, earning a squeak from the boy, as he grinned. “Really?! I’ll come anytime you have to go to the nurse, alright?”

“Hm, thanks… but uh…” (Name) glanced down at Yubin’s hands that were squishing his chest. “Are you going to let go?”

“No.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“Yubin…”

(Name) tried to put on his best puppy dog face but that only got a tug at his nipple. He cursed at how his body trembled at the pull. It was pure luck that he didn’t just moan right then and there.

“Do you really want me to let go?” Yubin asked, staring straight at (Name). He watched his every move—waiting for any sign for discomfort. (Name) simply blushed and looked away in embarrassment.

Yubin laughed. “You’re so cute… I’m so lucky you’re mine.” He pulled his hands away from (Name)’s chest. (Name) wouldn’t lie that he almost whimpered at the lost. Sure, in the moment he wanted it to stop but when he actually did…

“Oh, (Name) Hyung, I have a gift for you.” He reached into his jacket’s pocket and pulled something out. (Name) tilted his head in confusion as Yubin placed the item in his hands.

(Name) stared at the new item in his hands in pure shock.

No fucking way.

Yubin smirked. “It’s a collar. What do you think?”

(Name) looked up. “What the hell, Yubin?! Where did you get this?!”

“Amazon.”

“Oh…”

“Don’t worry. You’ll only have to wear at my place or around me. Not at school. I just wanted to make sure it fits you.” Yubin said, grabbing the collar.

The choker was a simple black one. But the most outlandish thing on it was the bell on it. It looked like a cat collar. Yubin looked all too eager to put the collar on (Name).

“Have I ever told you cats are my favorite animals? Much better than those stinky dogs.”

“I don’t mind dogs… They’re pretty cute. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who hated them…” (Name) muttered.

“A dog murdered my cat. I think I can hate dogs.” Yubin said, a forced smile on lips. It seemed he still had some issues with that.

Which isn’t too surprising.

“Oh well. My mom killed the dog after it killed Mister Tofu so everything is well. I have Yuna now! She’s going to be one in two weeks!!” He giggled.

(Name) simply hummed. Yubin could certainly be off sometimes.

“Look at me,” Yubin said, grasping (Name)’s chin to turn his head towards him. He smiled at his boyfriend before moving to place the collar around (Name)’s neck.

“How does it feel, baby?”

(Name) hummed, moving his head around as he tried to breathe with the collar. He couldn’t breathe too well. It was visibly painful.

Yubin seemed to notice this as he quickly took it off. He frowned to himself. “I’m so sorry. I must’ve ordered it too small…” he looked so angry at himself as he reached over to gently rub (Name)’s neck.

“It’s fine.. you can just order a bigger size.”

“Really?”

(Name) rolled his eyes. “You were going to do it anyway without my permission.”

“I was. But it’s nice to hear you encourage it.” Yubin threw the collar into the trash. “You should get a reward.”

“Like what?”

Yubin hummed thoughtfully before placing his hand back on (Name)’s chest. He slowly trailed his hand downward. His fingers traced small circles around (Name)’s stomach, earning shuddered breaths, as he stopped at (Name)’s gym shorts.

(Name) looked up at Yubin. Yubin raised an eyebrow, tilting his head.

“We have three minutes before gym class ends…” Yubin tugged at (Name)’s gym shorts. “Think you can cum in three minutes…—”

“—Noona…?”

ꕥ

“Look at you… I can’t get enough of your dick.. it’s so small compared to the rest of you,” Yubin laughs cruelly as he jerked (Name) off.

(Name) mewled in embarrassment as he covered his face. He was laying down on the nurse bed as Yubin jerked him off. Those three minutes didn’t seem to be needed as (Name) felt like he could cum right now.

Yubin was fast, keeping a quick pace with his hand job. He was mainly silent—just watching (Name) the entire time. But it only made (Name) more embarrassed.

To have Yubin just stare at him as he lost control of his body. But it also brought out something in him. It was hot to have Yubin in total control as (Name) let go.

What was this feeling called?

He didn’t know. He couldn’t even think straight.

“Once I get the right size for your collar… I should get you a nice little maid costume.” Yubin whispered into his ear. “I’ll have you clean my room, wearing the skimpiest maid outfit I can find.”

(Name) shook his head. “No…”

“No? Why not? Hate the thought of cleaning? Don’t worry baby…” Yubin pressed a kiss on (Name)’s sweating forehead. “I’ll reward you with my thick cock after your hard work.”

“Matter of fact, I’ll fuck you while you clean. Use you like the true little helper you are… oh, why should you even have clothes? Think about it—it’ll just get dirty.”

“Wha… ngh! Do you… mean?” (Name) gasped out.

“I’ll have you wear the collar with no clothes. The bell jingling with your every move. It’ll be easy access for me to reach your pussy… don’t you think?”

“No…”

“Don’t lie to me, (Name). I know you would want that, my little house wife.”

(Name) blushed at the title and looked away. If only he hadn’t give into it last time. There was no way for him to lie his way out of it. He enjoyed it. He enjoyed the weird play that Yubin was into it.

He wanted it.

He liked being called feminine terms. But he was scared. He didn’t want to be a woman.

Yubin seemed to sense this dilemma as he slowed down his hand job. “What’s wrong, baby? Too much?”

“No… it’s nothing…”

“You can talk to me, I won’t be angry if you didn’t like what I said.”

(Name) looked over at Yubin, face flushed with sweat. “Later.. we can talk later.. lemme cum, please.”

Yubin hummed. “Alright, Hyung.” He leaned down and pulled (Name) into a kiss as he jerked him off into his orgasm. (Name) gripped the bed sheets beneath him as he arched his back in pleasure.

His cock squirted out cum onto his stomach as Yubin continued to jerk him off through his orgasm. He didn’t stop until (Name) whined about being overstimulated.

Yubin moved down to lick the cum off (Name)’s stomach, staring up at him the entire time. (Name) felt his cock twitch at the sight.

Fuck.

He was hard again.

“Yubin… no fair..”

“Too much?” Yubin laughed. “C’mon, gym should be over.”

Just as (Name) pulled up his pants—the door to the infirmary opened. In shock, Yubin dropped to the ground to hide. Good thing the bed was covering him.

The nurse, Nurse Han, looked at (Name) in confusion. She glanced at her phone before shaking her head.

“Again? Really, you need to stop playing sports at this point. I’ll go get an ice pack.” She said, walking away.

Once she was gone, Yubin stood up.

“Why did you hide?”

“I panicked.”

(Name) wasn’t sure how the more dominant Yubin was the same as the boy in front of him right now.

Did he have an alter ego in him or something?

“Anyway, you’re coming to my house tonight, alright?”

(Name) frowned. Shit, he forgot all about the little talk he said he’d do later.

He was so screwed.

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Hyung: title for older male friends or brothers from younger boys

Noona: title for older female friends or sisters from younger boys

This request was combined with @jaythes1mp ‘s.. they requested Yubin making reader wear a collar!

This was fun. It was cool to dig deeper into Yubin besides him being a perv. I wanted him to have more character!!! (also sorry dog lovers—he’s a proud hater 😞)

Tag List: @nakedtoasterr @the-ultimate-librarian @mello-life69 @kiiyoooo @chill-guy-but-cooler

(Ask to be added to the tag list/you’ll be tagged in every fic I post)

#bottom male reader #x male reader #oc x reader #sub male reader

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hihello-pinky · 6 months

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part one ,, last part

i’m still stuck on Sight part 4 but heyyy i got kinda inspired to make this pt 2.

will post part 3 hopefully before the year ends lol.

not edited/written at 3am

8:50 PM

suna watches as osamu guides you out of the restaurant with a hand on your lower back. he hears atsumu whistle across him. “i swear to god, if my idiot of a brother won’t make a move on y/n, i will.”

he resists shaking his head, knowing that atsumu already has eyes on someone else, but he doesn’t bring it up. instead, his brows furrow, concern about you starting to cloud his mind.

he’s always been observant of you. it was only after he began dating hani that he started to spend less time looking at you. that was a few months ago and yet, he wonders why he wasn’t able to tell that you were feeling unwell.

“are you okay, love?” hani asks beside him, breaking him out of his reverie.

“yeah…”

something passes along her face but he’s not able to catch it and what it can mean. instead, hani gives his hand a squeeze. he knows it’s meant to be reassuring but to suna, it feels as if he’s being held back from running towards something that he has always wanted.

QUESTIONS

suna always looked forward to practice and to say it’s purely because of volleyball would be a lie. sure, he loved the sport, but his excitement towards practice was amplified by something else – the thought of seeing you.

he wasn’t sure when he began to develop feelings for you that crossed the boundaries of platonic friendship. maybe it’s the way that whenever you would pass by their room, you’d look through the window and give him your sweet smile. maybe it’s the way you would always scold the twins during lunch whenever they get engrossed in their banter rather than eating. maybe it’s the way you would tie up your hair in a messy ponytail during practice, hands busy scribbling down notes on your manager’s pad.

suna wasn’t sure but by the beginning of sophomore year, he knew in his heart that he liked you.

on that particular day, you arrived at the gym a few minutes late and he was surprised to see that you weren’t alone. another girl was with you. as you introduced to the team that she’s your friend from student council, he could feel her curious eyes on him.

hani nakamura was her name, you said.

that day after practice, he noticed you and hani pass by the convenience store where he and the twins stopped by at. he immediately but subtly went ahead outside, only to see a glimpse of you blushing as you talked to hani.

he couldn’t help but think that the two of you were probably talking about boys, hence your blush. isn’t that what girls do? that night, when he got home, suna began playing scenarios in his head on how best to confess to you.

8:55

“i’m tired,” hani says softly as she rests her head on his shoulders. it snaps suna out of his thoughts, a reminder that he’s already dating the girl beside him, who, unlike you, will never play with his feelings.

he strokes her hair gently. “should we go?”

her response is a pout and a cutely-said “yes please.”

around him, his teammates fake barfing. “you two lovebirds are so cheesy! get out of here!”

suna is unable to resist his smirk as he shakes his head. “we’ll go ahead. y’all better also leave soon before you get wasted.” to atsumu he says, “except you, idiot, since you’re already wasted.”

hani giggles beside him as she links her arm with his. they both walk towards the parking lot, hani excitedly talking about everyone’s reactions when they told them about their relationship.

once they reach his car, hani murmurs, “oh no…”

“what?” suna’s instantly alert, “what’s the matter?”

hani looks at him sheepishly as she says, “i need to run to the restroom. sorry, love. be right back!”

suna exhales in relief and smiles. “okay. be careful. i’ll start heating up the car.” he waits for her to disappear from his view before he turns towards his car but before he could open the door, something catches his eyes.

it’s you inside osamu’s car, legs bent towards your chest, body shaking. and though he can’t hear it, he knows you’re crying.

he feels a little pain by his chest as he resists the urge to run to you, to comfort you and ask what’s wrong and to just make sure that you’ll be okay.

instead, he shakes his head and refocuses on his car but not after mumbling to himself, “stupid osamu and his non-tinted windows.”

EXPECTATIONS

it felt as if the universe was against suna’s plan of confessing his feelings to you. whenever he tried to get you alone after practice, something comes up and then either you or he would need to go ahead.

it was beginning to frustrate him. it didn’t help that on your non-busy days, your friend, hani, was always tagging along. after the first time, hani’s visits during their practice frequented and it soon became apparent to suna how close the two of you had become.

an idea suddenly came to suna.

since hani was close to you and it seemed as if she would never leave your side, what if he befriended her? maybe she could even give insights on and help with his confession.

he didn’t let the thought sit too long in his head; by the next time hani accompanied you to practice, suna started a random conversation. this would soon mark the beginning of their friendship.

suna admittedly only talked to hani in hopes of getting help confessing to you but what he didn’t expect was for him to actually get along well with her. once their friendship had reached a comfortable level, he finally decided to open up to her.

what he didn’t expect was the words that would leave hani’s mouth. “oh, suna-senpai, are you sure? i’m not sure if it’s my place to say, but…”

she was looking at him with sympathetic eyes, making suna feel foolish as he replayed what he had shared – about his changing feelings at the beginning of the school year, about the hints you’ve been dropping to him for the past months.

he awkwardly scratched at his nape. “well?”

hani bit her lip. “y/n-senpai actually likes someone in the volleyball team. you’re actually very close to him, maybe that’s why she was being too close to you as well…”

the end of her sentence was blurry to suna as he watched across the court how you playfully interacted with osamu.

suna’s eyes hardened as he swallowed the lump in his throat. “i see.”

11:42

suna couldn’t fall asleep. it’s been a few hours since he dropped hani off at their house but he’s still wide awake, his eyes fixed on the dull ceiling of his room.

thoughts of you swarm his mind.

after that conversation with hani many months ago, his treatment towards you never changed. he was mad at first but then realized that what you did to him had the same intention as why he even approached hani in rhe first place; the stark difference being he didn’t intend to toy with the girl’s heart.

nonetheless, he let the matter go. you were all still young and stupid anyway, and at the same time, he got too pre-occupied with his budding relationship with hani.

still, it bothered him. the sight of you sobbing in osamu’s car wouldn’t leave his mind. what could have happened to make you have a breakdown like that?

he contemplated on sending you or osamu a message just for his peace of mind and before he can decide who to text, his phone rings.

his eyes widened once he saw your contact id. he stared at it for a few more seconds before swiping right.

“y/n?”

“… hey, suna. i didn’t think you’d pick up.”

he hated how you sound stuffy but chose not to comment on it. “well… what’s up?”

a barely-concealed sniffle. “c-can we talk?”

“okay, sure. go ahead.”

“no, i mean in person. the 12th convenience store?”

he smiled at the mention of the place. “okay. see you in a few.”

“see you.”

once you hang up, suna dropped his phone on the bed and immediately went to get his favorite hoodie.

the same hoodie that you’ve been asking for him to give to you ever since he let you borrow it on one rainy afternoon.

#haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader #suna rintarou #haikyuu fic #haikyuu!!#suna angst #suna rintarou angst #suna x reader

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shuadotcom · 1 year

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Polaroid Love | KMG

Summary: The prospect of meeting Mingyu’s family has you feeling a new emotion that you’ve never felt with anyone else.

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x GN!Reader

Genres & AUs: Fluff, slice of life, established relationship au, college au

Rating: PG15

Warnings: Profanity, a make-out scene, mention of something suggestive but otherwise just fluffy

Words: 4.8k

Note: This was supposed to be posted on Mingyu’s birthday, but life happened so here it is now! Thank you to my wonderful beta @playmetheclassics ily Indi mwah! 😘 This banner took me like an hour to make in canva and I’m very proud of it thank you very much. Anyway I love Mingyu 🙂

Net tag: @kflixnet

“Please? It'll be fun!”

“No.”

“Please? You just have to show up and talk to a couple of my family members. It's not a big deal.”

“Mingyu, no.”

“Pleaseeee!”

“I said no, Gyu!”

A chorus of shushes is heard after your outburst, along with glares from the other library patrons. Bowing your head quickly, you whisper apologies while your boyfriend giggles from next to you. A light pinch to his thigh stops him, though.

“Ow!” Mingyu whines, rubbing the sore spot. “That hurt! You're always so mean.”

Rolling your eyes at his dramatics, you stare at your book again. “Don’t be such a baby.”

He’s about to respond when you’re interrupted by your best friend and roommate nearly colliding with your table.

“Did you guys hear!?” Jeongyeon is out of breath as she harshly whispers at you.

“Did we hear what, that you're in love with Park Jimin? The whole campus knows.” You laugh and dodge the pen she throws at you.

“No, smartass! We're going away for spring break.”

“Who is we?”

“All of us! You two, me, Soonyoung, Hansol, Junhui, everyone. Jeonghan was able to convince Seungcheol to help drive us all to the beach for the break.”

“How the hell did he accomplish that? I remember when we brought it up a few months ago, Seungcheol said he’d rather do a pop quiz every day over break before taking all of us anywhere.”

Jeongyeon shrugs. “Who knows? You know Cheol can never say no to Jeonghan.”

“How many vans do you think we'll need to get?” Mingyu asks, leaning over the table in excitement.

Jeongyeon taps her finger against her chin in thought. “Maybe two? There’ll be fifteen of us, so it depends on how many seats they have.”

“Oh, only fifteen? I would’ve thought Jimin would be coming,” you tease, watching her get flustered at another mention of her crush’s name.

“I - I don’t even know what he’s doing for the break.”

“Ask him and see if he’s free. Maybe if you're lucky, you guys will get to sit next to each other for the whole drive.” You watch Jeongyeon's eyes widen, and you can practically hear her mind running at full speed in thought. “Well, I'll leave you with that thought. I'm off to lunch.” You stand up and gather your books with Mingyu right behind you.

“Poor Noona. You’ve left her in there to stress about how she’ll ask Jimin-hyung on the trip," he chuckles, throwing an arm over your shoulders.

Rolling your eyes, you wave off his concern. “She’s fine, I promise. She’s been into him for about two years and frothing at the mouth for a chance to get closer to him. He likes her too if the way he practically drools over her whenever they are within a five-foot radius of each other is any indication. One of them needs to suck it up and ask the other out because they're torturing themselves.”

“If it’ll help, I can talk to Jungkook about it during class later and see if I can get him to mention it to him.”

“Good idea, Gyu,” you praise him, placing a kiss on his hand that’s dangling over your shoulder.

He squeezes your shoulder in response, pulling you closer to his body. “Don’t worry about it. The only thing you need to worry about is picking out an outfit.”

Skeptically you crane your neck up to look at him, brows furrowed. “For what?”

“For my family reunion.”

“No.”

“Please?!”

“I said no. I'm not going.”

“But-”

“No.” You reach the cafeteria then and slip from Mingyu’s embrace. He has a class in the building next door, so you know he won’t pester you anymore for at least an hour.

“Baby!”

“See you later, Gyu!” You blow him a kiss and slip inside before he can say anything else.

The rest of the week is crammed with last-minute assignments, everyone making plans for spring break, and Mingyu bringing up the family reunion any chance he gets.

It's not that you don’t want to go because you dislike Mingyu's family or anything. You’ve never actually met them, which in itself is the real problem. What if they don’t like the way you look? What if they don’t think you’re good enough for Mingyu? What if they end up hating you completely?

You’re not usually one to worry too much about what people think of you, but the idea of anyone as close to Mingyu as his family not liking you fills you with an immeasurable amount of dread. You’ve been dating for nearly a year, and you care about him more than anyone else you’ve ever been with. You’re lucky enough to have been able to fall into his friend group so easily and get along with everyone, but his family is so much deeper than that. You’re not sure you can handle someone like his mom taking one look at you and deciding you’re not right for her son.

You have a few weeks before the reunion, so you figure if you can deny him enough times, he'll forget about it and stop bringing it up. So far, your plan is failing miserably, though, as every other day, he’s bringing it up in person or sending you message after message about it.

You’ll be the first to admit that you have a problem opening up and talking about your feelings. You tend to bottle your emotions up inside, keeping them tucked close to you and have been that way as long as you can remember. Because of this, you’ve yet to tell Mingyu the real reason you keep turning him down, at least not yet, not until you can gather the courage to dive into your feelings more.

It’s been a week since you’ve been trying to deter the reunion conversation with Mingyu, at times even turning down hanging out with him completely to doge the topic, citing you being too busy with assignments, which is half-true. Running from your feeling is the other half of that excuse, but he doesn’t need to know that yet.

After your last class on Friday ends, you head to the library, hoping to finish your homework before meeting Jeongyeon for dinner and starting the weekend. While you’re on the last question of your sociology assignment, a noticeable shadow appears over your table. When you glance up, Wonwoo, Mingyu’s roommate, is staring down at you with a stoic expression.

“Yes?”

“Mingyu is very distressed.”

“And?”

“And you should fix it. He's been moping around our room all day and blowing up the group chat nonstop. He keeps whining about how you won't go to his family reunion and meet his family.”

“He's a drama queen,” you mumble. Wonwoo sighs and leans over the table in front of you. Wonwoo is probably one of the guys in your large group of friends you were closest with, besides your boyfriend, of course. The tall, dark-haired man seemed intimidating and cold when you first met, but his looks are deceiving. Wonwoo is nothing but sweet and funny and has proven to be a great listener when you needed to vent when Jeongyeon or Mingyu weren’t around.

“He really likes you, you know. He doesn't shut up about you when you're not around, and it kind of makes the rest of us want to strangle him.” Wonwoo lets out a laugh and looks back at you as you avoid his gaze.

“Look, he wants you to meet his family because he's serious about you. He's only dated three other people in his whole life, and none of them met his family beyond maybe his parents and sister here and there. He never even mentioned bringing any of them around his entire family, so think about that.” He stands upright after his words, giving you one more look.

“I don’t want to pry, so I won’t ask you to tell me why you won’t go, but just know it’s more important to him than he’s probably said to you.” With that, Wonwoo sends you a wave that you feebly return before leaving you alone in your corner of the library.

The thought of just how important the reunion is to Mingyu hadn’t been something you thought about. And the knowledge of you being the only partner of his to meet his whole family has butterflies taking flight in your stomach and dread washing over you. Something new and foreign stirs in your chest at that moment, which has your mind whirling.

Quickly, you stand up and gather your things, sending a brief text to Jeongyeon to bring dinner to your shared room because you have something very important to discuss with her.

Your dorm building is just as busy as it usually is when you get inside, with students kicking soccer balls in the hallways, leaving their doors open while they blast music, or loitering in the halls and chatting. You take the stairs to the second floor to successfully dodge Joshua, who you glimpse heading into the elevator down the hall. Wonwoo had only cornered you to give you a small lecture, but you’re sure Joshua won’t hesitate to bring it up and try to press a little as to why you keep turning Mingyu down.

When you round the corner of your hall, you spot Jeongyeon already there, hanging outside your room while conversing with one of the younger men in your group of friends.

“Beat it, Chan.”

“What?” A look of surprise flashes over his face as he looks between the two of you.

“You heard me. Leave.”

“But earlier this morning Jeongyeon-noona said I could eat dinner with you guys tonight!”

“Yeah, well, Jeongyeon and I have something very important to discuss, and you're not invited.” His intense pout instantly makes you feel bad.

“Sorry, Chan,” you sigh. “I just really have to talk to her about something that’s kind of an emergency. Can we take a rain check?” You soften your tone, hoping to lessen his disappointment.

Chan glances at Jeongyeon, who shrugs. “Alright, fine,” he relents. “But you have to buy me a snack next time for being mean.”

“Deal,” you roll your eyes at both him and the smirk on his face. “I think your boyfriend needs some company anyway. Bye!” He meets your gaze, chuckling at the face you give him, which you know is one of exasperation. You wait until he’s down the hall before turning to face Jeongyeon.

“I guess you weren't joking in your text about something ‘life-changing and imperative’. What's going on?” She asks as she unlocks the door.

“Well, I haven't told you something because I just wanted to keep it to myself because I hoped it would go away soon, but Mingyu is stubborn, so it hasn't.”

“Which is exactly why you two are meant for one another.” You shoot Jeongyeon a look and snatch one of the bento boxes from her hands.

“Could you hang back on the sarcasm while I talk? And just let me get it all out first.”

“Yeah, yeah, go ahead. I'm all ears.”

You each sit on your respective beds facing each other, and you let the word vomit flow. You recount Wonwoo’s words about the family reunion to her and what he had told you about Mingyu’s past partners, and how much this all means to him. You also let out your feelings that you’ve been trying to keep to yourself - about your insecurities and worries about making a good impression and the guilt nagging at you every time you turn Mingyu down.

“This is just so important to him, and I can't even do this one thing! The thought of all of those people there judging me for my major or the way I look or the outfit I decide to wear, or literally anything about me! It's way too overwhelming, and every time I think about it, I go into panic mode, and I start to feel anxious and itchy. I’m terrified that they won’t like me, Jeongyeon.

“What if they try to tell Gyu to break up with me or something? What if we get there, and he sees me being weird and awkward, and I make a bad impression, and he decides that I’m not who he thought I was, and he wants to break up with me on his own? But then I’m so guilty about disappointing him and not going, and I feel like I lose whether I say no to him or whether I go and then fuck everything up. I just don't know what to do!” You let out a groan and flop backwards on the bed. Your forgotten dinner, now getting cold, jostles on the bed next to you.

The room is quiet for a few minutes before Jeongyeon speaks. “You love him.”

You sit up so quickly that your head starts to hurt. “What did you say?”

“I said you love him. That's why you feel so guilty and are so confused. I've known you since we were teenagers, Y/n. You are one of the most stubborn people I have ever met. When you don't want to do something, you simply don't, and you don't give it much of a second thought. Of course, you consider doing things you don’t want to for me and your other friends, but this is different!”

Jeongyeon hops off her bed to sit next to you, offering you a comforting back rub. “You feel the way you do because you love Mingyu, and you’re scared that his family won’t like you, which will break your heart, and you don’t want to lose him.”

You don’t respond to her, so she continues.

“If you want my opinion, I think you should go to the reunion. If you want to stay with Mingyu and keep this relationship going, you’ll have to meet his family eventually. You can’t hide from them forever if you stay together. Plus, I’m willing to bet he feels the same. Mingyu looks at you as if you are an actual ethereal being and like you’re the center of his world. I don’t think you have to worry about his reaction when and if you decide to tell him the truth about everything you’re feeling.”

Jeongyeon’s expression is soft as she looks at you, waiting for your response and giving you time to process everything.

Do you love Mingyu? Sure, you love spending time with him. He’s the most attentive, sweetest, kind-hearted partner you’ve ever had. He pays attention to every detail about you, whether your likes and dislikes or silly, arbitrary things. Every day with him feels like a dream, and you often wonder how the hell you got so lucky to end up with a boyfriend as amazing as Kim Mingyu.

Being with Mingyu is the happiest you’ve ever been, and the idea of loving him - of him being the first person you’ve ever been in true, genuine love with is uncharted waters for you. The mere idea of losing him leaves a gaping hole in your chest - the hypothetical of that situation alone makes your eyes water. Not hugging Mingyu? Not holding hands or sharing laughter with him? Not seeing his beautiful, perfect face in the morning as he snores just the tiniest bit? You and Mingyu haven’t been together for that long, but any world where you have a Mingyu-shaped piece missing from your life isn’t one you ever want to think about.

As if sensing you deep in thought, Jeongyeon gives you a final pat before leaving you alone. She grabs the rest of her dinner, letting you know she’ll be back later and mumbling something about “finally having a breakthrough and needing to take care of something.” You bid her farewell with a simple nod, reaching for your bento box to quiet your grumbling stomach. Eating in silence, you try to sort through the jumbled mess in your head, digesting the new thoughts and feelings you’re experiencing, all for the first stressful time.

You stay holed up in your dorm room the rest of the weekend, thankful now more than ever that you managed to get a schedule with only weekday classes.

Mingyu, being the caring boyfriend he is, knows something is wrong on Saturday morning right away. When you wake up, you have a few texts from him, asking to see you and take you out.

His desperation to check in with you and see you are obvious, even through written words, which makes it hard to turn him away.

[Y/n] I want to be alone this weekend, okay, Gyu? I’m not feeling very social.

[Gyu💖] Are you sure? Is everything okay?

[Y/n] Yeah, I just want alone time, okay? 🙂

[Gyu💖] 🥺

[Gyu💖] Okay, baby. Whatever you want ❤️

You can practically hear the pout in his text, and it feels shitty to turn him away, but you need more time. Since Friday night, when Jeongyeon had planted the seed in your brain, you decide it would be best to avoid Mingyu just to get your thoughts in order.

Jeongyeon passes along the message to the rest of your friends that you’re fine and just need some alone time. It’s the only thing that quiets your phone and stops your various group chats from continuing to go off. Everyone is kind enough to respect your wishes though, allowing you to spend the two days drowning in your thoughts and eating almost half of your and Jeongyeon’s instant ramen stash. It was probably dramatic to hide away all weekend, but it helped you wake up on Monday with a clearer head.

“I hope you plan on talking to Mingyu today,” Jeongyeon says as you get ready for your Monday morning lecture. “I saw him yesterday when I was eating lunch, and he looked like a lost, sad puppy without you there bossing him around. All he needed was a rainstorm and a choreography routine, and he would’ve looked straight out of an early 2000s break-up song music video.”

The image makes you laugh just a little before frowning and feeling bad for leaving him hanging all weekend.

“I am, I promise. I just needed to get my shit together.”

The two of you head out across campus to your shared lecture hall. Mingyu has class is in the building on the other side of campus, so you won’t have to see him for a couple of hours, giving you plenty of time to calm your nerves.

That idea is dismissed when you get inside and spot him by your classroom door. Mingyu’s long legs allow him to reach you in an instant, gently grabbing your arm and whisking you around the corner and into the stairwell. You can already tell he’s unhappy just by the look on his face.

“Are you breaking up with me?” Is the first thing out of his mouth.

“What?”

“I asked if you’re breaking up with me. I know you said you needed time alone, and Jeongyeon told us all the same thing, mentioning that you were just taking a couple of mental health days, but does that mean that you’re breaking up with me and were just taking time to think about doing it?”

“Mingyu, I-”

“Is it because I keep pressuring you to meet my family? You don't have to!”

“It's not that I just-”

“Am I too annoying? I swear I won’t bring it up again! And if there’s anything else that I do that’s too annoying or immature, just tell me, and I'll change, I promise!"

“Mingyu, you don't understand. I just need to-”

“No, you don't understand! I really like you, okay, Y/n? I like you more than anyone I’ve ever dated. Just going two days without being around you killed me! That, on top of the fact that I couldn't even call you or see your face, made it so much worse! I just wanted to break down your door and come in and hold you in my arms even though you'd probably be yelling at me the whole time. I just hated the thought of you being unhappy, and I couldn’t do anything about it.” Mingyu looks almost near tears as he takes in a big breath.

“I don't care if you say that it's too soon, but I just need to say that I think I'm in love with you! You don't have to feel the same yet or say it back, I just needed to say it. Even if you think I'm foolish or that I don't know anything, and-”

“Kim Mingyu, I love you too!” You yank the front of his shirt and pull him closer.

“What did you just say?” Your forehead rests against his, his brown eyes wide as he gapes at you.

“I said that I love you too. That's what I was doing this weekend. I needed time to think about my feelings and figure out if I was in love with you, and I am. I felt bad about saying no to meeting your family, and I felt like such a terrible partner, and I couldn't figure out why, but I was able to think about it, and goddammit, I love you. I love you a lot, and it scares me because I don’t think I’ve ever truly been in love, but I know that I love you.”

You barely have the chance to catch your breath from your speech before Mingyu is leaning down and stealing the air left in your lungs. He presses you against the wall as your arms wind around his neck, and you sigh into the kiss, indulging in the familiar, comforting taste that is Kim Mingyu. He drags his tongue across your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you immediately grant him. The kiss easily deepens as your tongues intertwine, and his grip on your waist gets tighter. If you hadn't needed to breathe, you would've spent the rest of the day exactly the way you are.

Mingyu pulls away, allowing you to breathe, both of you panting, flushed, and smiling like idiots at each other.

“You love me,” Mingyu whispers.

“I love you.”

“Say it again,” you roll your eyes at the wonderful, wide grin he shoots you but repeat yourself, punctuating it with a quick kiss on the tiny mole on his nose.

“And I love you too.” Mingyu murmurs, nuzzling his nose against yours before capturing your lips once again. Your hands move to his hair, fingers grabbing at his soft strands.

“Ahem!” A sudden voice makes the two of you spring apart. When you glance to the doorway, you see Jeongyeon waiting, her face serious and her arms crossed. “Hey, so this is cute and all, don't get me wrong, but we have a lecture to get to like now, Y/n.”

Groaning, Mingyu peeks over his shoulder at Jeongyeon. “Fine, I'll let go.” When he turns back to you still in his arms, a different expression clouds his features. “But this evening, after your last class, I'm coming to your room, and you're all mine.” His words and the look in his eyes make your face heat up, already knowing what you have to look forward to tonight.

“O - okay,” you croak, clearing your throat. Mingyu gives you one more kiss before slipping past Jeongyeon and waving at you both down the hall.

“Ugh, please don't tell me you guys are going to have sex in our room. What about me?!”

You snap out of the trance your boyfriend left you in and side-eye your best friend. “What about you? Why don't you go do the same with Jimin while we're busy? I may have barricaded myself in our room, but I still have a way of knowing things. Like how Professor Ok caught you two making out and having quite the heavy petting session in the back of the cafeteria yesterday.” Jeongyeon’s jaw drops as her cheeks begin to turn bright red.

“How did you know that?!”

“I have my ways.” You smirk as she follows you into your lecture. Even though you were a recluse all weekend, you still checked your phone from time to time. A celebratory message from Seungkwan in your group chat with a few other nosey friends confirmed the news and everyone was relieved to finally have confirmation that Jeongyeon and Jimin had admitted their feelings for one another.

“All I know is, it's about damn time.” You practically skip to your seat, leaving Jeongyeon stuttering out an excuse behind you.

“I'm not moving this van until you all have your seat belts on.” Seungcheol eyes all of you in the rearview mirror and waits until he hears the click of seat belts to pull out of the campus parking lot.

After much debate, all of you decide to spend the week in a hotel near the closest beach to you. Winter has officially left, and spring is now in its place, with weather warm enough for shorts and tank tops. You had all chipped in to rent a fifteen-passenger van and are leaving campus at eight in the morning, thanks to Seokmin’s nagging about getting the best spot on the sand.

Once the van starts to move, Jeongyeon turns around to the row of seats behind her and lays her head on the back of the seat. You look up from your phone to meet her gaze, already knowing what she’s going to ask.

“So, how was the reunion? I didn't get a chance to ask you since you guys got back.” You and Mingyu had gotten back from his parent's house the night before when Jeongyeon was asleep, and with the excitement of getting ready to leave this morning, the two of you hadn’t gotten much time to talk about it.

“It was really fun, actually. His family was super nice and accepting. He threw a fit at one point because his little sister and one of his cousins were attached to my hip. His mom threatened to show me any and every embarrassing picture of him she had if he didn’t stop acting like a baby and that worked.” You let out a quiet snicker, glancing at Mingyu, asleep on your shoulder.

“She was seriously so sweet, though. And the only time I embarrassed myself was when we were going into the house to help her with some of the food, and she said something along the lines of ‘When you two get married,’ which made me trip, and Gyu had to catch me before I ate dirt.”

Jeongyeon stifles a laugh, covering it with a cough. “Well, hey, at least she likes you! You were worried over nothing.”

“Yeah, you’re right. But oh! I take it Jimin had other plans for break?”

She flushes, nodding. “Yeah, he already had a trip booked with his friends, so he couldn’t come. We have a date planned for when we both get back to school, though, so I’m excited about that.” A dopey smile plays on her lips, and you coo at the gesture.

“I’m so glad you two finally admitted that you like each other!”

“Me too!” Soonyoung pipes up from next to Jeongyeon. “Do you know how annoying it was to hear Jimin gush over you in dance class every week? I swear, every time we were partnered up, his first questions were always about how you were doing and if you were seeing anyone. I can only answer back ‘fine’ and ‘no’ so many times before I lose my mind!”

“Shut it, Soonyoung! I thought you were asleep!” He ignores Jeongyeon and turns in his seat to face you.

“I hope I don’t have to hear him talk even more about how great she is! I don’t think I can stand fifty minutes of him running how mouth about how much he likes her and all the dates they go on and how good she is in bed and -”

Jeongyeon sucks her teeth, snatching his tiger plushie from his hands and hitting him over the head with it a few times. “You know all about running your mouth, don’t you?! Stop talking about my relationship!”

“I’m sorry, stop it! Y/n, get her!”

“Sorry, I can’t hear you!” Popping your earbuds in, you gesture to your now occupied ears, dramatically shrugging at your friends.

Mingyu stirs next to you, and you can’t help but brush away a stray piece of hair from his face. The commotion barely phases him as he adjusts to wrap his arms around your waist and bury his face into your neck.

Aside from Jeongyeon threatening Soonyoung’s life, everyone else is either chatting quietly with each other or sleeping, the energy low from getting up so early, but you’re nowhere near tired, still feeling full of warmth and admiration for Mingyu’s family and how well they treated you. Instead of trying to sleep, you settle for laying your head on top of Mingyu's and simply enjoying the warmth of your boyfriend the man that you are wholeheartedly in love with.

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worksby-d · 2 years

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Pairing: Chris Evans x actress!Reader

Summary: You're becoming tired of sneaking around with Chris, but he's very protective of you and your relationship.

Warnings: None

Word count: ~800

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The time flashing back at you from your dashboard is taunting you as each minute passes. It's not like Chris to be so late, so you try to give him the benefit of the doubt assuming something important is keeping him, but it's not long enough of a break to begin with. You'd rather not lose anymore time.

You guys have found lunch breaks in your cars have been the answer to getting any alone time during long days on set, always too tired for anything more at the end of the night. It works out though – It is the easiest way to keep your relationship to yourselves for the time being.

Giving him three more minutes, you finally pick up your phone to send a quick text. “Where are you?”

But at the exact same time, you receive the same three words from him, followed by, “My car today, remember?”

Letting your head fall back against your seat, you let out a deep breath. “No, I don't remember,” you mutter to yourself. You opt for just sending back “Shoot, one minute” though.

When you finally make it to him, you silently slip into his passenger seat and lean over to give him a quick kiss.

He can tell you're being quieter than usual though, watching you fiddle with the bag your sandwich is in instead of actually eating it.

“Please eat.” His voice pierces the silence as he reaches his hand over to take ahold of yours, lacing his fingers between yours and squeezing softly to make sure he's gotten your attention.

“I'm not hungry.”

“Yes, you are,” he says. He knows you didn't eat breakfast this morning because you were both running late after you spent the night at his house. “Please don't be mad at me.”

“I'm not mad at you,” you sigh, turning toward him more so you can rest your head on his shoulder. “I'm mad that we have to sneak around.”

“I mean…” He pauses to think about it. “We don't have to. I just want to protect you.”

“I know.” At first you were terrified of what being with him would mean, never having been in a relationship with another actor before, let alone one whose personal life is so dissected. He promised he'd do everything he could to keep it private for as long as you wanted though. “Maybe I don't need protecting anymore.”

“No, I know you don't need it,” he assures. “But I don't wanna lose you.”

He doesn't see the sad smile those words put on your face, but you hold his hand tighter and put your other on his arm to hug yourself closer to him. You know his history–past relationships affected by the negativity that comes with being public.

“The car lunch dates aren't fun anymore?” He tries to deflect with a joke, gently elbowing you.

“Not when I lose track of whose car I'm supposed to be in,” you laugh. “It's so complicated when it doesn't need to be.”

“I get it.”

Sitting back up, you toss your sandwich off your lap. You figure it's your turn to lighten the mood, so you carefully move to share his seat with him, climbing over the center console to straddle his lap.

“Hey, see,” he smirks, hands falling to your hips. “I, for one, think this is fun.”

You just shake your head, letting him pull you in for a kiss. Your makeup will need to be touched up, but you're always prepared to explain you messed it up while eating.

Breaking away from him for a breath, you have to place your hands on his shoulders to keep him from following.

“Easy,” you scold playfully. “We lost time today.”

“I'm sorry about that.” He manages to steal one more quick kiss. “It was probably my fault.”

“It always is,” you joke.

But you go quiet again, grabbing his hand again so you can play with his fingers–a nervous habit he picked up on very early in your relationship.

“I wanna hold your hand outside of our cars. And go on dates outside of our houses.”

A sympathetic smile graces his face, pulling you closer again, just for a hug this time. “We’ll come up with a plan, okay?”

“Yeah, before we get caught this way one of these days,” you chuckle, suddenly remembering where you are, cautiously looking out the window to make sure still that no one is around.

“We won't,” he swears. His genuine tone comes to an end with a wink though. “My windows are tinted, baby.”

“Okay, hotshot,” you laugh, rolling your eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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noroi1000 · 1 year

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Honored One Shot No. 2 - @afortoru

„Playful Toru"

Summary: Your boyfriend is so lovely. He deserves a candy life. Because he gives you that. When you visit him at work, nothing shows otherwise.

Gojo x reader fluff

"How was the mission?" you asked the blonde who was sitting on the couch across the table.

He read the newspaper, as he did during all his breaks. Coffee, eat lunch and read the newspaper.

It was the same with you.

But you didn't work with him.

You came here for one. Your boyfriend asked you for it.

He wanted you to visit him, so now you were sitting with Nanami and waiting for you to see that familiar white-haired head of hair.

"Sorcerer missions are not very interesting. More tiring, you might say." He replied, looking up from his newspaper.

"Really?"

"I thought you knew about it. After all, Gojo-san spends a lot of time on missions."

You laughed and waved your hand.

"Oh, Yes. But you know, Satoru is very energetic..."

"When he's at work he sometimes complains that he wants to go home. Then he doesn't seem energetic."

"His superiors give him a hard time. If I was his supervisor, I'd give him a leave of absence." You said, adjusting the bag next to you.

Toru always sacrifices himself to do something right. Everything works out for him. But you think he's overworked.

He doesn't sleep much. Even though he sleeps enough, he could breathe longer.

However, you understand that he is a sorcerer and has different abilities than you. Especially when it comes to his eyes.

But most of the time he's so cute and energetic.

When he comes home, he loves to play pranks on you. It's cute when he relaxes so much at home.

He drops everything he had at work and walks around the house in soft slippers, looking for attention.

Like a cat that hasn't been petted as much as it would like.

Where you go, he goes. Pretending it's random.

But he always comes up to you and hugs you from behind, or picks you up and goes to bed when he hugs you.

A cat in need of love and touch.

What is missing is that his abs and flat stomach would be visible at work and that at home he would drop the air and his stomach would flow out from under the shirt.

However, your boyfriend is not such a boyfriend.

He owes his appearance to the hellish training he has been through since he was a teenager. He told you about it.

However, he doesn't care about diet or anything. He wants to eat everything.

Literally anything that looks delicious. Everything in order, and not a single piece left.

Another one of his antics: he loves the soft.

That's why he pushes his hands into anything on your body that's soft.

He rubs his cheek against yours. He squeezes your thighs. Not to mention the ass or chest...

You don't know if he was serious or not, but he once said that he will stuff you with mochi until you are as soft and sweet as his favorite mochi.

It was cute because you could see the childish twinkle in his eyes just thinking about it.

He loves you and that he can hug you.

Because no matter what, he'll still be bigger than you. Put my cheek on your thighs and sleep... It felt so good.

His favorite activity. Well, maybe one of his favourites...

On top of that, there are his other favorite activities with you as well, but that's something else.

If only Nanami knew about your boyfriend's love of such cute things...

Your boyfriend is dark sometimes... and you know it. That's the nature of being a Jujutsu sorcerer.

It cannot be described as walking fluff, even though you would like to.

He is not the sun.

He is the full moon. Bright, but also mysterious and dark. Appears in the dark. However, so wonderful.

You may perceive his character differently than others because you spend personal time with him.

I don't think anyone wants to know what's going on at your house...

The fact that you play tag in a big house is nothing.

Because anyone can run.

However, his fun is like, when he catches you, he does what he wants with you. No way to stop the game.

So most of the time what happens is that he's giving you a chance to escape so you can have fun. And then he'll catch you unexpectedly when you have no way to escape.

Your body lands on his shoulder or he picks you up like a princess.

He has so much strength that he could easily carry you for hours... Everyone has a body weight. But you feel so small around him, no matter what.

Perhaps the blonde sees Gojo as such a fun person? Maybe not?

However, one thing is certain. What you experience with him in your home is completely different than what people might expect.

"A gojo who is on leave is giving the enemy an advantage," he said.

"Toru deserves a rest..." You groaned sadly.

"I never see him tired." He said. "I think what he does outside of work gives him energy instead of taking it away."

"... Actually, yes... Toru is just–."

"What am I? Baby tell me~."

Your eyes were suddenly covered and you heard a voice behind you. Near your ear.

"You lovely..." you said softly. Light pink on the cheeks.

His hands disappeared from your eyes, and you could see his face. A black blindfold in place of his eyes.

His hand pulled your chin up and made you look at him as he stood behind the couch hunched over to hover over your face.

"Are you talking about me when I'm not around you? I have a bad girlfriend~." He muttered with that trademark smile of his.

His voice is neither serious nor playful. Something between this and this.

"The last time I held your face like that was when you were wearing that lovely red dress, remember? Because I will never forget how lovely you looked."

"Do you only remember the dress?" You giggled as you pulled him into a short kiss.

"I remember what you looked like. And those sweet words of yours." He suddenly leaned over to your ear. "I also remember how after all that we -."

Before she could blush that much, he cut him off by putting his hand over his mouth.

You felt him smile under your hand.

Until suddenly his tongue brushed lightly over your skin.

Feeling the tickling feeling, you pulled your hand away.

Nanami was still sitting there... Right?

You looked over to where the blonde was sitting. And he wasn't there anymore...

When did he leave?

"Why do you have to lick me or bite me?" you asked wiping your hand on your pants.

"Because I like doing it. I'm eating my sweet mochi."

"I'm not mochi." You giggled softly and pulled him to sit next to you.

"I dreamed of you once as a mochi." He murmured with a smile.

Sitting next to you, very close, you felt something playful in his voice.

"You ate me?"

"No. But I could." He stuck out his tongue slightly. "I was holding my mochi. Could I eat my girlfriend/mochi in some other negative sense?"

"Are there any positives to being eaten as a mochi?"

"You know... I can do this, for example."

He grabbed your cheek and placed his lips on yours.

His lips tasted so sweet again. It's basically lunch time. So maybe he ate something recently?

Someday you'll die of love for how much candy-sweet life you have with him.

"Will you wear this dress for me when we go on a date?" he asked.

"After I had it on, you chased me around the house and then threw me in the bath when you wanted to wash up."

"We can do it again." You saw his eyebrows move under his blindfold.

"Is it in the bathtub or what happened after?"

"Both."

Suddenly, he turned his back on you and plopped down on his back on the couch.

His head rested on your thighs.

A soft purr of approval escaped his throat as you stroked his sometimes unruly white hair. Soft strands flowed nicely between your fingers.

You grabbed the edge of his blindfold with your fingers and pulled the black fabric slightly upward, exposing his left eye.

Such a pretty blue...

But she looks better in a blindfold than in bandages. Because the first time you saw him in bandages, you thought something bad had happened to him. And then he explained it to you.

You wish you could see his eyes all the time. But you know he's looking at you.

Besides, you see his face every day. You can keep him close. Hug and kiss. Play his games. Because he is very Playful. And you don't mind because your life with him is so sweet.

"Let's play. Whoever keeps his eyes on the other one gets a kiss." he said.

He knows he will win because his eyesight is more intimidating... And the fact that he wins will only mean that he can put his mouth on you with impunity.

And if you somehow win, he'll be happy anyway because he'll get a kiss.

"You'll do anything for a kiss, won't you?" You laughed.

"And at home we'll take a bath." he said, smiling that toothy grin.

"You'll have to catch me first."

"When my mochi has no legs, it won't run away." He bit your thigh lightly.

You stroked his jaw with your finger. A genuine smile on your face. Before you told him:

"Your mochi doesn't want to run away. I want to spend time with you as nice as we always do."

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x you #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #jujustu kaisen #jjk x reader #gojo #gojo fluff #honored ones event

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cookies-over-yonder · 4 days

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the ballad of an (un)diagnosed private investigator

In junior year, Riz is finally forced to face one of his worst enemies yet—an undiagnosed anxiety disorder threatening to compromise his grades, his relationships, and, most of all, his sanity.

ao3

chapter 1 | 2 | ?

Sklonda listens to the sound of Riz chopping fruit and veggies and not uttering a word.

It's eerie, but it's also not surprising considering his workload this year.

She's searching the fridge for something to add to the lunch when the sound of chopping stops.

She turns around and sees Riz standing at the chopping board, hands trembling.

"You okay, hon?" Sklonda asks, walking closer.

"I'm fine," he breathes out shakily, shutting his eyes.

She takes the knife out of his hand and puts it on the cutting board.

Riz's breathing is slightly shallow, and just as he's about to bring his hands up to wipe away his tears, Sklonda grabs them and guides him to the sink. "Wash your hands before you touch your face or your eyes are gonna start burning."

Riz nods and washes his hands with his eyes still shut and shakes his hands out rather than drying them with the towel.

He brings his palms to his eyes, letting his glasses drop to the counter, and his breathing gets louder and shallower.

"Sweetie, hey, what's going on?" Sklonda asks, squeezing his shoulders, despite having an inkling of an idea.

"Feel like 'm gonna pass out," he says breathlessly.

"Okay, it's okay, let's go sit down," Sklonda says softly, guiding him to the couch.

They sit down, and Riz brings his hands away from his face and presses them against his thighs, eyes still shut. "Sorry, I don't know why I'm—why I'm—I—"

Riz cuts himself off, hyperventilating now. "Mom—" he whines, bringing an arm up to wipe his eyes, and reaching out another arm for her.

Sklonda wraps him in a hug, carding her fingers through his hair with one hand and rubbing his back with the other. "It's okay, baby, it's okay."

"Can't breathe," he says with a whine, gasping for air and trembling violently in her embrace. "I can't breathe."

"Riz, honey," she pulls him away from her chest and tilts his head down—god, he's gotten tall—to face her. "Can you look at me, sweetie?"

He opens his eyes, wide, and yellow, and teary, and frightened.

Sklonda cups his cheeks in her hands. Hot, clammy palms cover the backs of her hands in an instant.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," she says, brushing hair out from his face. He crinkles his nose, shuts his eyes once more and lets out a sob, gasping for air even faster. "Hon, can you take a deep breath for me?" Sklonda asks, fighting back tears of her own.

Riz shakes his head. "I—I—I don'—don't know wha's happening," he forces out between gasps and sobs, digging his claws into her hands.

Sklonda can understand that sentiment, certainly. It's exactly how she felt during Riz's spring break of sophomore year, watching that livestream...

"You're having a panic attack, honey," she says. "It happens when the anxiety gets to be too much, you're not in danger, you're okay, my baby."

She leans forward and kisses him on the forehead, and he nods.

"Like—like Adaine," he says.

Sklonda knows about Adaine's anxiety. She's talked to Jawbone about it briefly, and expressed her own concerns about Riz, though Riz seems just as averse to talking to Jawbone about it as he is with her.

"Yeah, like you're friend Adaine. And she's okay, remember?"

Riz has never had an attack like this. Not to her memory. Sklonda has only known him to spiral in the same way as her, no chance of putting away the clues and going to bed, too wired up to think of anything else, constantly doing everything all at once until he crashes.

Junior year is putting a fucking toll on him.

She had already noticed the dark circles under his eyes getting more and more pronounced with each passing night, and the constant tremours, and the jumpiness, and now panic attacks...

Maybe it's her fault.

She told him he'd have to work harder this year.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

After a brief mental cursing, she steels herself and returns her mind to the situation at hand.

"'M gonna—'m gonna pass out," Riz stutters between gasps, burying his head in his hands again.

Sklonda lets a few tears fall, knowing he won't see them.

"Honey, I need you to breathe," she says, wrapping him in a hug again with his head rested on her shoulder. "I'm gonna do it with you, okay? You just have to try and follow along with me."

Riz continues to hyperventilate and sob, not acknowledging her.

"Riz?"

"Oka—okay, okay."

Sklonda runs a hand up his back as she breathes in, and runs a hand down his back as she breathes out.

She keeps doing that with him for what feels like might be an hour, and at the end of it, Riz is breathing slowly again.

"Riz, honey?" Sklonda says, rubbing his back.

He doesn't respond.

And so she pulls him off her shoulder adjusts him into a laying position on the couch, shoving a pillow under his head and draping a blanket over him.

She kisses him on the forehead once more, grabs her crystal off the coffee table and heads to the bedroom to make a call.

When Riz wakes up, it's dark outside. It's dark outside and his mom is sitting on the other side of the couch, texting somebody.

He checks the time, and then he sits up so fast the blood rushes to his head and almost knocks him out.

"Shit, I missed like, three club meetings today," he says, "how long was I out for?"

"As long as you needed, hon," she says, putting a hand on his leg.

Riz frowns, grabbing his glasses off the coffee table so he can read her expression better.

She's frowning too.

But it's a concerned frown.

"Did you sleep okay?"

"I—uh—guess. But my meetings—"

"Jawbone cleared up your absence with all the club leaders. No one's gonna make a fuss about you missing a meeting due to a medical emergency. Well, if they do then they're dicks. Are you hungry?"

Riz stares blankly at her.

"I... no—wait—" he stammers.

She said that so nonchalantly.

"What?" Riz blurts out.

"Are you hungry?"

"No—the... what medical emergency?"

She sighs, rubbing his leg through the blanket in a soothing motion. "You had a panic attack, remember?"

Riz cringes. "Yeah, but that's—that's not, like, so serious—wait, did you turn off my alarms?" he asks, pulling out his crystal and checking the clock app.

She did.

Wow.

"An anxiety disorder is a medical condition, Riz," she says, as if it answers anything. "It's serious."

Riz's blood runs cold.

"I don't have anxiety," he says, the words feeling dry and unfamiliar on his tongue. "I mean—I—I get anxious but I don't—I don't have a disorder, Mom. This was a one-off thing, okay?"

She sighs again, that sigh she always does when he tries to assuage her concerns. "I'm really worried about you, kid."

"Mom, I'm fine—"

"Why can't we have one conversation about this that doesn't end with you saying that?"

"Because it's true—"

"I don't like seeing my kid shaking and sobbing and telling me he can't breathe, and then acting like it didn't happen, Riz!" she snaps.

"I'm sorry, okay!?" he yells back, standing up. "But if you don't believe me that I'm fine, then I don't know what else to do. I'm going to my office."

Riz storms out the door and slams it behind him before she can respond, and if he hears sobs on the other side, he pretends he doesn't notice.

#riz gukgak #sklonda gukgak #fantasy high #fhjy #d20 #fanfic #cookies writes and cookies wrongs

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unknowntoyou2205 · 1 year

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Scared for my life 1/2

Info: With a rocky relationship with one brother and living with another, y/n Halstead always thought her life would be safe and secure. But thoughts never turn out to be true when you become involved in your brothers case.

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17 year old Y/n Halstead, was the younger and only sister of Will and Jay and lived with Jay. She never lived with her father after her mom died as he turned to alcohol and her brothers thought it would of been best if she lived with one of them. With Jay being in the army Will took on the responsibility, but he was never really present in her life. Most nights he would leave her with a babysitter and leave for parties and come home late with girls. When Jay returned from the army and heard about Wills antics, he applied for guardianship of his sister and took her back to Chicago, not speaking to Will for months after. Will and y/n's relationship had been rocky since than, but she still came to visit him during his lunch breaks so he could be in her life, though most of the time she spent her time talking to Maggie or April about nursing, wanting to take that career path herself.

Y/n had always been aware of Jays career choice as a detective after leaving the Army, but she was never told the real dangers of being a detective till she was 12. She hated the way her brother was so willing to throw himself into danger, but to her being a detective in Chicago was a hell lot better than being a part of the army. She had always felt guilty after Jay took her in, believing that it was her fault he left the army even though he constantly told her it wasn't her fault. Jay had always been open to his sister about his PTSD, and made sure she knew what to do in case of an emergency, but she never had to worry after her brother had began dating Hailey.

Hailey, and intelligence, watched out for her as if she was their sister. Y/n always had someone there for her if she needed any help, and they all made sure she never came too close to a case, but no one ever expected her to become involved in a case.

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Y/n yawned as she walked into the hospital, turning around to wave at Jay and Hailey who pulled off after she got into the building. She sighed and headed into the emergency area, looking around awkwardly as she did so. Will smiled at her as she walked in and y/n nodded in acknowledgement before smiling at April who passed by, squeezing the younger girls shoulder as they crossed paths. Will rubbed his younger sisters back as she reached him and they both made their way towards the staff room, the older of the sibling duo opening the door. Y/n walked in first, opting to lie on the couch. Will chuckled slightly before heading towards his locker to grab his lunch, handing a smaller lunch box to y/n before sitting down on the table. Y/n smiles in thanks as she accepted the lunch box, opening it to see her favourite fruit and bar along with a cheese and coleslaw sandwich.

"So, what have you been doing with yourself." Will asked, knowing y/n had finished school and was now on summer break. "Nothing much. Was looking at colleges for next year. Need observation period in a hospital setting. It's not compulsory but would benefit my application to put on experience." Y/n stated, taking a bite from her sandwich. "Well I'm sure Maggie or April will let you watch them for a few days. Of course we'd have to go by Ms. Goodwin." Will smiled ,liking the idea of y/n being around more. "Do you reckon?" /n asked, smiling at the idea. "Yeah. I'll talk to them and Ms. Goodwin see what I can do." "Thanks Will." Y/ns smile widened, throwing her arms around Will in a hug, something the red haired rarely got from her. "Your welcome. And if you like you could stay with me when your in same days as me." Will smiled, accepting the hug. "Yeah Maybe." Y/n stated, smile fading slightly as she sat back down.

The two sat in silence and Will sighed, knowing y/n was still unsure of staying in his apartment. They had tried many times but it always ended in Jay being called to pick her back up. He knew y/n remembered how he often left her with someone else so he could go out most nights. He remembered Jay arriving with the guardianship forms, and him begging Jay not to take her out of his life. It took awhile for the brothers to be on speaking terms again, and the only contact Will had with his sister was pictures Jay sent.

When Will came back to Chicago there was mixed reactions. Jay still held a grudge against Will fro his antics back in New York, and y/n refused to be alone with him for weeks. It took awhile for Will to earn y/n's trust again, and he was still working on it. Will missed the relationship he used to have with his sister, and he craved for the relationship y/n had with Jay. So Will thought maybe working in the same building all day would help build that relationship back up.

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Jay sat at the desk finishing up some paperwork from a case, but his attention was drawn to Voight as the one in charge walked out of his office into the center of the room. Everyone looked up, thinking it was a case, but that thought was quickly left when they could see the look of worry in their bosses eyes. Jay frowned in confusion as Voight looks straight at him, and he turns to look at Hailey before Voight cleared his throat.

"Alright everyone, got word from the commissioner, Jackson's out." The room went quiet as Voight kept his vision on Jay to see his reaction. "I thought he was in for life." Adam stated, confused on the news. "Good behavior." Voight shrugged, not liking the situation.

Jay and Jackson had a past. Jay had been the one to arrest Jackson after chasing him for months after the latter being wanted for molesting women and kidnapping. After nearly arresting the guy the first time, Jay had become a pawn in Jacksons game. Jackson had found out about Jays sister and decided to follow her around, and that was how Jay caught him, near y/n's school when she was just 8. Jay remembered feeling sick when Jackson spoke about his sister, and it took both Adam and Kevin to hold him back from punching the guy during interrogation, all the while the culprit having a smirk on his face.

When Jackson got convicted for 12 years, Jay was there watching for the outcome. And when he was been taken away the prisoner looked at his catcher and swore to him that when he got out he would get him back with someone special, one who Jay knew would most likely be y/n.

"Good behavior, he traumatized his victims, he stalked my sister." Jay spoke quickly, and Hailey moved to comfort her husband. "Jay calm down." Hailey said, seeing her husbands anger clear as day. "No, no, he told me the day he went down he would get me back. He deserves to rot in that cell." Jay spoke angrily, pointing in front of him in anger. "I'm sure he wouldn't remember that encounter." Kim stated, trying to diffuse the situation at hand. "Call y/n and put your mind at ease." Hailey stated, seeing Jays tense figure. "Yeah sure." Jay sighed before leaving to the locker room.

"No one tell Jay." Voight said, leaning his hands on a table in front of him. "Tell Jay what?" Kevin asked. "Commissioner told me Jacksons out, but he also told me that Jay could be on his radar. There has been word in the prison but until confirmed don't say anything." Voight stated, watching his team nod in agreement. "This isn't good." Hailey muttered before Jay came back into the room.

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Y/n was currently leaving the hospital. Will watched from the door as his sister walked down to the bus stop that was close by. Will liked to watch and make sure y/n got on the bus safely before returning to his shift. The bus y/n got on stopped just outside Jays apartment building and then she only had to walk across the road and up the stairs. Y/n looked down at her hone as she heard it ring.

"Hey Jay, what's up." y/n smiled, answering her brothers call. "Hey, just checking in on you, seeing where you are, what your doing?" Jay smiled, happy to hear y/n's voice. " Just leaving the hospital now, waiting on the bus." Y/n replied, looking at her watch as she stopped at the bus stop. "Is Will with you?" "I'm more than capable to wait on a bus myself. But I'd say he, yes he is, watching me from the hospital doors." Y/n turned to look back at the hospital to see Will leaning against the wall talking to Ethan, his eyes falling towards y/n occasionally. "Is anyone around?" Jay asked, concerned that Jackson may be around. "No not really, I'm the only one waiting on the bus, which is coming right now. I'm gonna go, talk later." Y/n spoke, seeing the bus and standing up. "Text me when home okay." Jay asked. "I always do." Y/n smiled teasingly before hanging up.

Y/n stepped onto the bus and smiled at the bus driver as she paid the fare before moving to the back of the bus. Few people were riding the bus so there were many seats left, so y/n opted to sit on the second last seat, in front of a man who nods at her in acknowledgement. Sighing, y/n placed her headphones on before leaning on the window, looking outside. With her headphones on she doesn't hear anything, and she doesn't see the man behind her getting up when it comes near her stop. It wasn't until she moved to stand up only to be pushed down as the man sat beside her that she realized him.

"Excuse me." "Y/n Halstead." The man stated. "I'm sorry, can I get passed you please." y/n asked, fear present in her voice. "Stay there and don't make a scene. I told your brother I 'd get back at him and your the way to do it." The man spoke as he wrapped his arms around her tightly.

The unknown man looked at y/n and her blood ran cold, afraid of what was going to happen next.

#halstead sister #one chicago #chicago med #chicago pd #Halstead brothers x sister #halstead x sister #will halstead x sister #jay halstead x sister

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cuddlepilefics · 6 months

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Calming incense

Fandom: Ateez

Sickie: Mingi

Caregivers: Ateez

Mingi gets an anxious stomachache and Seonghwa wants to help

No one’s pov.:

“Hey, you good?”, Yunho asked softly as he took a seat next to Mingi when they finally got a ten minute break during dance practice. The rapper had been awfully quiet all morning and according to Seonghwa, he had skipped breakfast that morning. Mingi gave a curt nod but his face remained tense. That was when Yunho noticed the arm his dongsaeng had wrapped around his middle. His hand trembled ever so slightly when he reached for his water bottle and took a tentative sip. Their break would be over soon and Mingi didn’t feel like moving at all. He had had a hard time sleeping the previous night, his thoughts way too loud and too fast for him to doze off. At some point during the night, a dull ache had formed in his stomach. By the time he had to get up, the pain had transformed into cramps, sharp stabs of pain shooting across his abdomen. With how little sleep he had gotten, his head was pounding and he craved a cup of coffee to ease the pain and clear the exhausted daze in his head but he knew he wouldn’t be doing his cramping stomach any favors and his heart was already racing, so coffee was out of question.

Their break was almost over when Mingi finally dared to make eye contact with his friend, muttering: “Couldn’t sleep and my stomach hurts.” – “How bad is it?”, Yunho whispered, glancing at the clock. The rapper shrugged. He knew he wasn’t sick, which was exactly why he hadn’t mentioned it. Releasing a shaky breath, Mingi admitted: “’s an anxious tummyache.” He picked at his nails, glancing towards the practice room floor. “’m really on edge an’ not sleeping didn’t help”, he breathed, “My head hurts and I’m exhausted but too restless to sleep.” – “Do you need a break?”, Yunho asked gently, “I could talk to Hongjoong-hyung for you if you can’t. I don’t mind.” The younger shook his head and closed his eyes focusing on his breath to slow it down a little. Forcing a smile, Mingi hummed: “I appreciate it but I can keep going. It’s only dance practice and a songwriting session with Hongjoong-hyung later. No public appearances or anything, I’ll be okay.”

With the way Mingi moved as the continued their practice, the rest of the group soon caught on to his stomach ache. They’d be on their lunch break soon and the rapper was dreading it. He still had no appetite but he knew he couldn’t miss another meal. Maybe one of the members had some painkillers with him, so he’d at least be able to take something for the headache. When they split up for lunch, Mingi didn’t choose what he wanted to eat so much as he chose who he wanted to eat with. He simply tagged along with Yunho, Yeosang and Jongho, not caring where they’d go as long as he was with them. Yunho stayed close to him when he put on his mask and beanie, pulling his hood up to shield as much of his face from view as possible.

Yunho comfortingly squeezed Mingi’s thigh under the table, his heart aching as he watched his friend force down a small serving of plain rice while his stomach churned. “Does any of you have any painkillers with you? My head’s thumping”, the rapper muttered. Taking a moment to swallow, Jongho hummed: “Yeah, I have. Is that all that’s bothering you, do you need anything else?” – “My tummy hurts but it’s not bad enough to take anything for it”, Mingi admitted with a forced smile as he watched the maknae rummage through his bag. He muttered a pathetic ‘thanks’ when Jongho handed him a pill and quickly downed it with a few sips of water.

When they made their way back to the company building, Mingi regretted that he hadn’t asked Jongho for something to soothe his stomach. He wasn’t sure whether his small meal would settle alright, for now it felt weird and the frequent cramps caused him to walk with a bit of a limp. Luckily, he wouldn’t have to move much for the rest of the day. A real smile tugged at his lips when he sat down in his seat next to Hongjoong and the leader handed him a paper cup of tea. He wasn’t one to be openly affectionate with the members but he did care for them in more subtle ways. Thanking the older quietly, Mingi took a sip and recognized the taste. It was a herbal tea blend similar to the one he occasionally drank when he got anxiety-induced stomachaches. The somewhat familiar taste grounded him and he allowed his rigid back to sink against the back rest.

The rest of the day passed faster than Mingi had expected and he was able to lose himself in his work now that the headache had improved. The cramps weren’t as bad anymore but he still yearned to get back to his dorm. When they packed up and parted ways to head to their individual dorms, Mingi was exhausted, even more so than he had been that morning, big surprise. He heard the shower running when he opened the front door, San getting ready for bed while Seonghwa bustled around the kitchen. The oldest seemed relieved to see him, glad the rapper was finally home after not feeling well all day. Hongjoong had texted him earlier, informing that he had gotten Mingi to eat dinner and that he had been doing a little better for the time that he had been distracted.

Now, Mingi looked ready to drop though. The lack of sleep taking its toll on him. It didn’t stop him from chatting with Seonghwa for a few minutes, dreading to go to bed and be alone with his thoughts again. “Oh, I picked something up for you while we were out on our break”, his hyung smiled, pulling out a small cylindrical box, “It’s lavender incense, supposed to be calming and help you sleep.” – “Thank you, hyung”, Mingi breathed, opening the box to sniff it. The scent was a little more intense than he had expected, making his nose tingle. They shared a cup of tea before Mingi got ready for bed, lighting the incense on his desk.

Surprisingly, it had taken Mingi barely any time at all to fall asleep. He only stayed asleep for two hours though. When he tried to open his eyes to the darkness of his room, his eyelids felt sticky and he rubbed them sluggishly, blinking a couple of times. His head was heavy, barely wanting to leave the pillow. Sniffling thickly, Mingi propped himself up. The motion shifted the congestion in his sinuses, causing his nose to run. When he reached for a tissue from the box on his nightstand and tried to blow his nose, he had to realize that breathing through his nose had become all but impossible. After messily swiping at his nose, Mingi flopped back down and groaned hoarsely, his throat itching.

His head felt like it was stuffed with cotton but he knew he had to get up and get some water. Sitting up, he gave a scratchy cough and nudged his wrist under his nose before trying to stand. He struggled to find his balance, the ground tilting weirdly under his feet. Shuffling to the kitchen took what felt like an eternity and Mingi found himself panting as he leant against the kitchen counter. His breath hitched, a trembling hand hovering in front of his face as he grabbed a glass from the cupboard.

Mingi feared he’d wake his friends if he sneezed, so he pinched his nose shut, harshly twisting to the side, stifling two forceful sneezes that made his eyes water. Although he had managed to be almost completely silent, his grip on the glass hadn’t been all that secure and it ended up crashing to the tiles. Small shards of glass covered the kitchen floor and Mingi stood frozen in his spot. The noise of the glass shattering must have woken his friends for sure and he was about ready to cry from frustration. Worse was that he stood there barefoot, eyes watering while his vision was already blurry without his glasses. There was no way he’d be able to move without stepping into the glass and cutting himself.

Before the rapper could despair completely, Seonghwa trudged down the hallway, stifling a yawn against his fist. Having woken up to a fairly loud crash, the oldest had gone to check what was going on. “You okay, Mingi-yah?”, Seonghwa hummed, voice still thick with sleep. Mingi nodded, sniffling: “Sorry, I-I dropped my glass.” Putting on his slippers, Seonghwa clicked his tongue and reached for the broom. He handed Mingi his own pair of slippers and while the younger put them on, he cleared a path out of the kitchen. “I’ll take care of the shards in a second but would you tell me what’s going on? You look awful… sound it too”, Seonghwa breathed, feeling his dongsaeng’s forehead when the rapper had joined him outside the kitchen. Blearily squinting at the older, Mingi admitted: “Woke up like this. Mby ndose is blocked. Odly dropped the glass ‘cause I ndeeded to sdeeze. Throat’s itchy too.” - “Yeah, I can most definitely hear that”, Seonghwa cooed, “Luckily, you don’t have a fever, so why don’t you go sit on the couch while I take care of this? I’ll get you some water afterwards.” Mingi’s chest tightened. Not only had he woken his hyung up with his clumsiness, now the older also had to clean up after him. Knowing his clumsiness would probably only make the situation worse, Mingi gave a defeated nod and trudged to the living room.

“hESH! h-hESSH!” – “Bless you”, Seonghwa hummed, handing him a tissue. The oldest had just finished sweeping up the glass and joined Mingi in the living room. Failing to blow his nose due to the pressure in his sinuses, the rapper sniffled and glanced at his hyung with watering eyes. Seonghwa offered him some water and frowned: “This seemed to have come completely out of nowhere. How does your tummy feel? Maybe it wasn’t an anxious stomachache after all.” – “My tummy doesn’t hurt adymore”, Mingi mumbled, palming his middle, “It just feels weird a’d fluttery.” Rubbing his eyes, the rapper added: “My face a’d throat feel like it could be allergies but it’s winter a’d I dod’t know what I could possibly be allergic to.” The older furrowed his brows, thinking hard.

“Did you try the incense tonight?”, Seonghwa guessed because his dongsaeng was right, there wasn’t much he could be reacting to at this time of year. Mingi’s puffy eyes widened at that and he gave a nod before sipping some more water to soothe his throat. Guiltily biting his lip, Seonghwa muttered: “I’ll fetch you an antihistamine and remove the incense from your room. You shouldn’t go back there to sleep though. Not sure you should stay here at the dorm at all till we have thoroughly aired it out. Maybe you could call Yunho and ask if you can stay at his dorm for a bit.” – “Thagks”, Mingi rasped, “Could you grab mby phone from mby room too? I thigk getting out of here for a bit would be for the best.”

Seonghwa soon found himself on his way to take Mingi over to the dorm Yunho shared with Yeosang, not trusting the rapper to get there safely on his own. “Hey, I picked out a change of clothes you can borrow”, Yunho greeted sleepily as he let the two in, “You still smell faintly of incense smoke, so why don’t you go and take a shower. The clothes are on the sink.” – “Thagks”, Mingi mumbled hoarsely, clearing his throat. While he went to take a shower, Seonghwa explained what had happened and smiled when Yeosang joined him and Yunho, yawning: “There’s tea in the kitchen. Did he already take an antihistamine?” The oldest nodded, recalling what exactly Mingi had taken. “I have stronger ones”, Yeosang hummed, “I’ll put them next to the tea, so he can take it later if the one he took don’t help enough.” – “Thanks, Yeosang-ah. You wouldn’t have had to get up along with me when you heard me walking around but I appreciate that you did”, Yunho smiled, making the other blush, “I got him from here, so if the two of you want to go back to bed….”

Yeosang went to bed, while Seonghwa stayed a little longer, wanting to apologize for making his dongsaeng sick. Mingi wasn’t expecting him to still be around when he shuffled out of the bathroom, wearing Yunho’s clothes. “I’m not going to hug you because there’s probably incense smoke in my clothes too but know that I’m really sorry”, Seonghwa whispered, “I wanted to help and did the exact opposite.” – “Actually, hyung”, Mingi sniffled, “I fell asleep pretty much instantly and my stomachache is gone now. Admit it, your plan was to distract my mind enough, so it can’t spiral anymore.” The older laughed at that: “Yup, that’s exactly what I was going for. You caught me but you should really get some sleep now. Both of you.” They parted ways, Seonghwa heading back to his dorm, while Yunho guided Mingi to his room and handed him the tea Yeosang had prepared. The two chatted for a few minutes while the rapper sipped his tea before they switched off the lights and cuddled close.

Mingi’s sleep remained fitful the struggle to breathe through his blocked nose frequently waking him. An hour before Yunho’s alarm was set to go off, the dancer retrieved Yeosang’s antihistamines and encouraged his friend to take one as his condition hadn’t really improved yet. They didn’t go back to sleep after that, opting to just take the time to prepare a nourishing breakfast, despite Mingi not being able to taste much. Yeosang really appreciated waking up to freshly prepared breakfast though, while Mingi felt a sense of achievement starting the day like that, no matter how tired he was.

Soon, the medication kicked in though and Mingi grew drowsy as they were driven to the company building. Yawning, he rested his head on Yunho’s shoulder and closed his eyes, which were still puffy but fortunately not as itchy anymore. He could hear some of the members talking in hushed voices but was too out of it to comprehend what they were saying. Hesitantly tapping Yunho’s leg, Yeosang whispered: “Why did you bring him along if he took that strong pill, hyung?” The dancer gave him a confused look, so the younger elaborated: “They’re really strong and you’re knocked out not long after taking them. He’ll have a hard time staying awake at all, let alone be functional and able to work.” – “I didn’t know”, Yunho muttered, cursing silently, “I thought it’d make him fine.” Yeosang shook his head, apologizing that he had assumed they knew the side effects and didn’t warn them. “We only have meetings till noon, so I could check if there’s a free studio where he can nap”, Hongjoong offered, “We’ll see if he’s up for practice after lunch, when he had a couple hours of sleep. If not, I’ll call for a driver to take him home.”

Mingi woke himself up with a stuffy sneeze only two minutes before the car pulled up to the building. Lifting his head, he turned his face down and realized a moment too late that he was aiming for Yunho’s lap. “hEGSHU! Oh mby god I-I’b s-sorr-y hih- h-hESSH!” – “Bless you”, the dancer whispered, rubbing his dongsaeng’s back as the younger sniffled sleepily, “You can go back to sleep soon. Hongjoong-hyung will find an empty studio for you to lay down. I’m sorry, I didn’t know the side effects would be so strong. I wouldn’t have dragged you out of bed if I did.” – “Ndo, I’b okay”, Mingi insisted but he could barely keep his eyes from closing again. Yeosang made eye contact with Yunho and lightly shook his head. Mingi really shouldn't have to suffer through hours of meetings like this if his attendance wasn’t absolutely necessary. It got even more evident when Mingi got out of the car and stumbled, barely able to coordinate his feet. Yunho was quick to catch him around the waist and San took the rapper’s arm to guide him into the building.

They eventually had Mingi situated on a couch in an empty studio and Jongho draped his long coat over the rapper as a blanket. The rapper was out almost as soon as his friends closed the door and only woke when Wooyoung and Jongho came to check on him during their lunch break. His fellow maknaes had gotten him fried chicken for lunch and kept him company while he ate. “I’m really okay now”, the rapper smiled, “I can breathe through my nose again and the itchiness is gone. Yeah, I’m still tired but the comfortable, drowsy kind, not the exhausted and overwhelmed one. I kinda like it actually. Seems like Seonghwa-hyung’s incense did help my anxiety after all.”

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electric-spider · 19 days

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Impartial sins

Chapter 7: forcibly returned

Warnings: death mention, nightmare mentioned, lots of time skips, ace breaking down. I think that's all. M!list link

Previously Next

Recap: Will I have energy to practice magic after the match? I might have to cancel on Solomon… I'll talk to him about it during lunch and see. Plus I still have to negotiate with Azrial over body usage… How annoying…

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His hands tighten around my throat, I can't breathe… breathe.. please.. I'm scared, don't let me die.

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“Another nightmare?” Simeon asks gently, I yawn and nod. “Sorry for waking you…” I mumble, “it's fine, it doesn't bother me at all” he smiles. “I feel safer with.. you guys…” I say, taking another sip of my coffee.

Before Simeon can say anything Solomon walks in, “we were called to the student council” he says, frowning and looking at me. I sigh and nod, grabbing Simeon’s hand to ground me. It'll be fine, I'll be fine. I let out a shaky breath. Yeah…

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“Ace and Azrial have to return to the house of lamentation” Lucifer says. “What? Why?” I ask, I've been doing my work, showing up to practice… I haven't done anything wrong. “Purgatory hall doesn't have the room for them” he says.

I squeeze Simeon's hand, “they clearly don't want to-” I cut off Simeon, “it's.. fine, Solomon can you grab my stuff?” I say, looking at him. “I will-” I shoot barbatos a sharp glare, “Solomon. Can you get my stuff?” I ask.

He nods, “I'll be at the house of lamentation after R.A.D” I say, turning around and pulling Simeon behind me. Once I get out of ear shot I break down. I don't want to go back. I don't want to see them. Simeon holds me close.

“I'm sorry…” I hear him whisper.

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I let out a sigh before opening the door. I walk to my room and am lucky enough not to run into anyone. I close and lock my door the moment I'm in my room. The last thing I want is visitors. I put my bag down and sit at my desk.

Homework. A good enough distraction, it won't last long but it's fine.

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A knock on my door breaks my distraction, “dinner is ready” Satan says through the door. “I'm coming!” I say, huffing as I sit up. Not like I was gonna sleep for long anyway. I rub my eyes and stand up, walking to my door.

I pause before I open it and walk out. Can I do this? I walk into the dining room and sit down. I'm not sure…

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I take another bite of my food and turn my music up. I forgot how loud it can get… Beel taps my shoulder and points at Lucifer who, for whatever reason is eating with them today. I pause my music and look at Lucifer.

“Need something?” I ask, putting my fork down. “You've been quiet, talking to Azrial?” He asks. Why the sudden question? He is trying to get me to warm up to him or something? “No, Azrial is asleep and I have nothing to talk about” I say.

I don't have anything to say to these people. Taking me away from the only people I feel like I can trust makes it harder to move on. I wonder how they are doing? I haven't texted them since dinner… I'll text them later.

“I'm going to my room, text me if you need something” I say, getting up. I'm quick to return to my room and lock it, I felt like I was suffocating. I look at the time, it's probably best for me to text them later. I yawn, yeah, later.

I put my phone on the charger and lay down. I huff and turn over, maybe I'll sleep tonight.

Fun fact!: Azrial was the most hurt after lesson 16 because he trusted them more than Ace did.

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bowandcurtsey · 2 years

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Hihi, for the event can I request William × f!reader hanahaki au, maybe angst to fluff with a happy ending? Congrats on 1.7k, you deserve it 🥳

asdfghjkljhgfds the moment I read hanahaki I already heard my heart break. It's been ages Aine wrote some angst so.. *crack neck and stretches hands* here I come~

So for anyone wondering what does Hanahaki mean.. Here's Wikipedia coming to save ya:

A fictional illness in which a person bearing an unrequited love coughs up flower petals until they die or their feelings are reciprocated. The disease can also be cured by a surgical procedure that removes the flowers, but this will result in them losing their feelings of affection and all memories of the person they loved.

Characters: William Vangeance x f! reader TW: mentions of death, coughing, slight angst, vulgarities AU: Hanahaki AU, Modern world.

Your fingers weaved through the yarn and the hook, layer by layer, thread by thread. You've been sitting in your armchair under the dim lights for 3 hours now. You looked over at your side table, the lilies forming a pile now.

Time always flies when you're crotcheting, especially so if it was for a special person. Your fingers traced across the 'W' in golden thread at the end of the scarf as your lips curled into a small smile.

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You've loved William since you ever remember. He was your play mate since you were a little girl, the next door neighbour that moved in with a friendly mother.

William and you practically grew up together, you went to the same school and although he was one year older than you, both of you always waiting for each other to go to school and to go home.

He was always kind to you, holding your extra bags, holding the umbrella if it rained, asking about your day.

When William was in College and you were in your last year of high school, your schedules got a little different; William stayed in the campus most of the days so you started to see him lesser.

He was more involved in school activities and had new friends. Your dad got a job in another city and your mom frequently visited him. So most of the time, you were alone. You picked up crocheting to pass time while waiting for them to come home. Crocheting gave you a kind of peace, where your mind could be at ease and you would thinking about happy moments with William while the seconds ticked away.

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One day, William came home during the weekends and you had lunch together. That was the day your world came crashing down.

"I'm seeing someone recently, y/n" he told you with sparkles in his eyes and a smile on his lips.

You returned a forced smile, but you felt suffocated, someone or something was choking you, it was hard to breathe and you had to take a deep breath. Your heart ached as though someone was squeezing it, your teeth clenched as you winced from the pain.

You went home, threw yourself on the bed and cried. You realised how much you loved William and you thought the feelings were mutual. But the fact was that you only dated him in your mind. It was all in your mind.

You treated him as your boyfriend, but all he saw in you was a little sister. He took care of you like an older brother would, not like a lover would. You came to the realisation that you were just in denial all these while.

All those days waiting for him to reply to your texts, all those good morning and good night texts, all those weekends waiting for him to come home, was all your one sided point of view.

For days you didn't eat and sleep well. When the night came and it was time for bed, you lay there staring at the ceiling, the tears sliding down your temples.

Then the coughing started. At first you thought you were just sick from all the lack of sleep and food. You tried drinking water and sleeping.

But the cough got worst the next week. You throat was constantly itchy and it was getting hard to even swallow.

You coughed so hard one day that you felt like throwing up. When you removed your palm from your mouth, you got a shock. It was a white petal. Did it drop from the trees into your hand when you didn't realise?

Another row of cough came and there you saw it again, another petal.

You went back into your kitchen. The house seemed so cold suddenly, so empty, so lonely. You drank some warm water to make your throat feel better and went upstairs to take a nap.

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In the next week, you've been coughing out white petals constantly. You had to quickly hide it to not alarm anyone. The only person you told was your best friend Letoile. In fact, she forced it out of you because you were not yourself and looked very sick for the past 2 weeks.

You showed her the white petals you kept.

"y/n.. did you get the Hanahaki disease..?" Letoile held onto your hand, her face was alarmed, "you need to see the doctor!!"

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Letoile accompanied you home and helped you get a glass of water, while you coughed out more Lily petals.

"Are you going to tell your parents or ... William..?"

Even the sound of his name made your heart wince.

"There's no point in telling anyone Lee," you called her by her nickname, "nothing's gonna change cause.."

There was silence in the room. You didn't want to say it out loud and Letoile understood. Because William didn't love you back.

"What are you going to do, y/n.." Letoile held onto your hand, "you can't just... die.." she said the last word with a whisper.

"We'll see how it goes.."

"Do the op y/n." She persuaded you.

You thought about what the doctor said, "You can recover with operation, but that would mean that you'll never have feelings for this person again. Some people never having feelings at all again and some people forget about the person that they love. Completely."

You shook your head, "I can't just leave all our memories behind.. I had him my whole life Lee, it would mean I'll forget the most of my childhood.."

"That's better than dying, girl!"

"I'll be fine, Lee."

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It's been a month since then and now your cough have worsened to coughing out entire lilies. How they manage to come out from your throat always makes you amused.

You moved out from your home, not wanting to make your parents worry about your condition, lying to them that you'll be busy preparing for finals so you wanted a place closer to school and that you shared the place with Letoile. Poor Letoile had to help you cover for your lies.

To make ends meet to pay for the rent, and your medical bills, you sold your crochets and tutored your juniors about school work. You could only tutor them via texts or online because of your constant coughing.

You made a special request to study from home online as well, because of your poor health condition.

"y/n.. have you ever thought about what's gonna happen to your parents if you die?" Letoile visited you one day and brought some school work for you. "Are you really going to give everything up for him?"

"they'll be okay if they have each other, they're like lovebirds." you gave her a weak smile, "mom would most probably move to where dad is, instead of being burdened to stay here with me.."

"y/n.. don't say that please.." your best friend had tears in her eyes.

"Letoile, keep this secret and only let them know after I've left. Tell them I'm happy this way and never ever let William know. Pass this scarf to him for me as well."

You passed over a lavender scarf with a golden 'W' at the end that you made for him.

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Letoile ran. She ran out of your apartment and flagged a cab to Golden Dawn college. She ran until her legs were about to break. Why the fuck was this school so damn huge?

She finally caught hold of him. "William!!"

"Letoile? Is everything ok?" William looked at her apprehensively.

Letoile was trying to catch her breath, her lungs felt like it was exploding. "y/n is... dying from the Hanahaki illness." she managed to spit out.

William stood rooted to the ground for a good 1 minute staring at Letoile and digesting what she just said.

"wha-" he didn't know what to say or what to ask. "because of me??"

Letoile nodded with tears in her eyes. "I asked her to go for the operation but she didn't want to risk forgetting about you completely because... you were her whole life."

William felt like something was choking him. He couldn't breathe, his body felt numb, his brains were flashing memories of you and his heart... it shattered.

"where is she??"

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William ran. He ran like his life depended on it. He clutched the scarf in his hand. How was he so dumb? He searched frantically for the apartment that Letoile told him.

"Number 35.. 35..." he repeated it like a mantra. His eyes darted frantically for your unit. The beads of sweat rolling his temples and down his chin.

His fist banged on your door, "y/n!! It's me, Will."

When you heard that it was William, your heart leaped, you were so happy you wanted to open the door to see him immediately.

But then your fits of coughing started again. When you calmed down from your little burst of joy, you understood what was happened. Letoile must have told him. He's probably here to see you for old times sake.

Just as a brother would for his sister. But that wouldn't change anything. Seeing you in this state would just make him sad. Nothing could be changed and you wouldn't change your mind, even if he persuaded you to go for the operation.

You would rather die than to forget William Vangeance ever existed in your life. You can't even remember life without him.

"y/n, are you alright??" William's voice was more anxious now.

"I'm fine Will," you took a deep breathe as you gulped down some warm water, "go back to school, I'll be alright."

"open the door."

"No. just go Will." I don't want you to remember me like this. I don't want the last sight of me in your memory to be like this. I want you to remember the happy and smiling me.

*beep* your phone alerted you of a text message.

Will : I love you y/n l/n.

Y/n : hah. I know, as a younger sister. :)

Will: Will you please open the door so I could tell you face to face?

You coughed out more lilies.

y/n: Will, it wouldn't make a difference. If the love was reciprocated, I wouldn't be coughing flowers still. Saying it and meaning it is really different.

Will: open the door or I'll kick it down.

You knew him long enough to know he would really kick the door down. You splashed some water on your face in hopes to look a little more freshened up and opened the door.

You were grabbed into his arms and you were clutched so tightly that the air was sucked out from your lungs.

"I was stupid y/n. I'm sorry. So fucking dumb."

You were shocked on so many levels. William has never hugged you so tightly. Okay maybe he was sad that you were dying. But William never speaks vulgarities. Why was he calling himself dumb?

"I didn't want you to waste your time on someone like me. I thought you deserved someone better, someone that could protect you, not a nerd like me."

You wanted to ask what on earth was he talking about but your coughing started again and William held you tighter.

"I'm so scrawny and short. But you always waited for someone useless like me. I thought if I told you I had someone you'll find someone more suitable for you."

"Will, are you listening to yourself right now?"

"No, not really. I don't have a script I just ran miles here to tell you I love you."

"Will, you're the kindest person I've ever met. I don't like you for your appearance. You're smart and caring."

"I don't have someone else, y/n. I lied. I wasn't seeing anyone. I stayed in campus because I didn't have to see you and be selfish to keep you by my side the whole time. You deserve someone much much better than me."

"But I love you, William."

He pulled away from you and looked you in the eye, his eyes were panic stricken and red from crying. He didn't know what to say. Seeing your face after so long, it looked so pale and you lost so much weight because eating was so hard.

His heart ached. He pulled you closer and put one hand on your cheek like you were so fragile and could break any moment and he pressed his lips onto yours.

Your eyes widened in shock. Are you dreaming?

His lips were soft and damp, they gently pressed onto yours. He planted soft kisses on your lips and slowly, he nibbled on your lower lips and sucked on them gently.

You let everything go in the moment and kissed him back. You allowed yourself to just indulge in this moment, in the man you have always loved.

Your kiss turned so passionate, so gentle, so emotional, it left the both of you breathless and gasping for air.

You both pulled apart and realised that you've been kissing at your doorway. You looked around to see if there was anyone watching you, your face turning into a shade of pink.

William understood the situation and pulled you in, closing the door behind him. You both gazed into each other's eyes again and William tucked a stray hair behind your ear.

"I'm genuinely in love with you y/n. Since- I have no idea when. When I heard that you were dying from this diseases because of me, and you had been suffering for so so long, I felt like going back in time and punching myself in the face. I'm already not worthy enough for you and now I'm making you suffer. I truly don't deserve you, y/n. Why do you even love me??"

"Because you're cute, you're caring and kind, you've always put me before yourself, you're smart and.." you looked at him shyly and smiled, "you have beautiful eyes."

William could help but chuckle, it was more like a laugh of disbelief. All those good things you said about him is nothing compared to an angel like you.

"y/n, will you give me the honour of being your boyfriend? I promise to continue to be a better man for you, to be worthy of you.."

That's when you realised it.

"Will... I'm no longer coughing.."

His eyes widened, and he checked you from head to toe. You felt so light, like you've been lifted of a heavy burden, your lungs felt so clear and each breath felt like life instead of death.

William smiled, he couldn't help the tears of happiness that fell off his cheeks. He thought he was too late and that you would die because of him. Because he didn't let you know that he loved you.

But thank god. Thank god for Letoile.

He cupped your cheeks with both hands this time, and pulled you in for another kiss. And again. And again. And again.

"You haven't answered me, will you be my girlfriend, y/n?"

"Yes Will," you giggled, "do you think I could love someone else now that I've recovered?"

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fanficwriter284 · 3 months

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hii, can you do some more teenager chiffany? missing those two cuties

Hi! And Sure! Sorry it took me a tad bit! Hope this is okay. I really had no clue what to write about...And I've been going through a writer's block! Sorry if it's short. I'm having trouble writing long fics.

The sun had reached its peak on a Thursday afternoon, marking the end of another grueling school day for the students of Jersey High. Charles Lee Loman Reinhardt, now a teenager on close to turning sixteen, sat alongside Tiffany Delilah Valentine, his best and only friend. They shared a quiet moment, Charles nibbling on a sandwich prepared by his adoptive mother while Tiffany indulged in a chocolate-dipped cereal bar.

Breaking the silence, Tiffany spoke, "So, how's your new 'dad' treating you?"

Charles wrinkled his nose at her choice of words. "He's not my dad," he corrected. "But he's definitely an improvement over the losers my mom used to date. And... he's actually quite nice," he admitted, taking a shy bite of his sandwich.

Tiffany teased, leaning against him, "That's sweet. Must be weird having him as a teacher here, though."

Charles rolled his eyes. "It's not exactly a walk in the park, seeing him around all the time, checking up on me during breaks. And could be worst, at least he’s not my math teacher" he added with a smirk.

Tiffany pulled away, frowning. "Your 'dad' assigns way too much homework. You should tell him to ease up."

"Again, not my dad," Charles reiterated, taking another bite. "And he doesn't assign that much. Maybe you just suck at math," he teased.

Tiffany raised an eyebrow. "How would you know? He's not even your teacher this year. Your Smartass is in Calculus."

"He was my teacher 2 years ago before my mom and him got together " Charles responded. "He's good at what he does. You're just ass at the subject."

Changing the subject, Tiffany asked, "What's it like having your old teacher dating your mom? I don't think I could handle it. It'd be too awkward."

Charles shrugged. "You get used to it after a while. At first, I called him Mr. K, but now I just call him Liam."

"That's weird," Tiffany remarked, leaning in closer. "So, do you avoid him or hang out with him?"

"I tried to avoid him at first, but he kept trying to get involved in my life, there was no point in even trying to avoid him," Charles explained.

"Took me to soccer games, helped me fix my bike, made me lunch, even took me out for ice cream... stuff like that."

Tiffany smiled. "That's nice of him," she said, resting her head on Charles's shoulder.

Charles felt himself blush, his heart racing. "Um, yeah, I guess," he stammered.

…

After lunch, they retreated to their favorite spot beneath the great oak tree, where Tiffany absentmindedly played with Charles's hair since his hair had grown quite a bit when living his his mom and Liam. Since Charles’ biological father wasn’t fond of men with long hair, finding it unmasculine…or at least thats the perspective his father had under the influence, unlike his sober counter part. Chucky has few memories of his dad when he was sober…but the few he had were one of a kind man, one who smiled, one who didn’t reak of putird ale in the morning, a man who loved him….but that man was dead…he had been for a long time, leaving the cruel and cynical behind… and now his physical body was 6 feet under. The memories of his father, both sober and intoxicated, now flooded Charles's mind. His father's loving moments now overshadowed by his addiction, leaving behind twisted memories, with his dad’s caring face beginning to fade. But in these quiet moments with Tiffany, Charles found himself calm ad happy.

"Chucky?" Tiffany's voice brought him back to the present.

"Hm?"

"Are you okay?" she whispered, squeezing his hand gently.

"Yeah, just thinking," Charles replied, returning the squeeze.

"About?"

"Life, I guess," he said with a shrug, finding comfort in Tiffany's touch.

The teen continued to gaze into the distance, finding himself lost in the endless void, only to be grounded by Tiffany. Once again, she squeezed his hand doing his best to prevent a potentially anxiety attack.

" Hey…You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" she said softly.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of Charles's lips as he turned to look at her. "Yeah, I know…I–I’m fine…really…it’s nothing…just thinking about stuff…”

Tiffany sighed but gave a light nod resting herself further in his grasp.

#Teen Chiffany #Chucky #tiffany valentine #Teen Chucky #Teen Tiffany

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busterheadspace · 11 months

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I saw your Inside Job Bad Things Happen bingo, and I was wondering if you could write something with Brett and Reagan for "get well soon gift"?

(also! Hi!! It's @reagans-malewife! thank you so much for reblogging my stuff :) )

No problem (also sorry for delay)

Note: Request are open. I have Two Bingos left so hurry if you want a prompt around it

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Brett held back a sneeze as people walked by him. It agitated his throat but it was okay. People didn’t need to know that he wasn’t feeling good. But what if they noticed? He was acting strange today.

The mild ache in his bones got worse through the day, and his head was really starting to hurt. He tried to be at his full of energy and helpful but hiding whatever he caught made the effort hard.

He eventually reached the exit of the building and went to his car. Other people were leaving for the day and a part of him couldn't wait to sleep. He found his car and opened it. Sitting down brought some relief and he leaned his head against the wheel. He was so tired…

It couldn't hurt to take a break. Maybe he'll feel better after a few minutes of closing his eyes..

—

Something tapping on his window made Bret reopen his eyes. He lifted his head, winced and held his neck. Along with the tiredness, his neck aches and his nose was stuffy. That didn’t really help

The noise on his window made him refocus. To his surprise, it was Reagan who was doing it . He rolled down his window and tried to look okay.

"Hey Reag-dog. Kinda glad to see you leave early, I thought you would be working until midnight " Reagan looked confused at the response.

"Brett, it's one am” What?! He looked around. The parking lot was empty beside his and Reagan's car. How long did he close his eyes for?

"Sorry.. sorry. I fell asleep. I'll go-.. go" He felt another sneeze coming and it was loud. He could his nose running and his body aches from the motion. He sneezed repeatedly and once he’s finished, he’s breathing heavily.

“Are you okay? You seemed off during lunch.” Reagan was looking at him worried and he didn’t like it. She already has so many issues to deal with, he’s not that important. He shrugged, and leaned his head against the seat

“Allergies… I think..” He mumbled and reached for the key to start the car. A hand stops him from turning it. She held onto him for a few moments before touching his face

“I don’t think it’s allergies. You’re warm.”

“I’m okay.. just tired..I can go home”

“I can drive you home. I'm not letting you fall asleep behind the wheel.' Reagan opened the car door, and helped him out. He was leaning on her, making it a bit of a struggle to get him to the passenger side but she managed.

As soon as Brett was in the passenger seat, his body relaxed against his will, his head turning fuzzy as the seat was reclined. Reagan slid into the driver seat, putting her seatbelt and began driving .

Brett had dozed off while they drove. It was quiet for a few minutes until Reagan heard him muttering in his sleep.

“I don't want to be a bother...”

It made Reagan frowned as she drove out of the parking lot. Brett was never a bother. She wondered how he was cared for when he was sick as a kid. She really hoped it wasn't horrible but knowing Brett’s family.. She hated that his family hurted him in so many ways.

Brett whined, his face scrunching up seen in the mirror. Maybe he was dreaming or his mind was being weird but it was clear he was upset. She tried to think what could help calm him down, and realized it was something she wasn’t exactly good at or liked. With a deep breath, Reagan put a hand on Brett’s arm, squeezing it lightly. It makes him relax a bit.

“Okay, we’re almost home. Just hang on there.” She mumbled

—-

Brett woke up, and sneezed again. He sat up, rubbing his nose, and sniffled. He was full awake hearing something falling nearly and someone cursing loudly. He rubbed his eyes, realizing he wasn’t home. He was at Reagan’s place

Despite how he felt, Brett stood up with a blanket around his shoulders and moved toward the kitchen. Reagan was in there, cleaning something off the floor. Brett quickly went over to help and she stopped.

“Oh shit. Did I wake up?” Reagan asked. “You should be back on the couch.”

“I’m okay.” Brett said and coughs into his arm. “What are you doing?”

She pointed to the counter. Brett saw open cans on the containers, and a pot boiling and the clock in the wall.

“Are you making me..?”

“Soup. I don’t have much food and I never really cooked but food always help”

“Reagan it’s like, five in the morning. Did you stay up all night for me?” Brett had just notice the bags on her face. It was his fault she didn’t sleep.

“It’s fine Brett. You helped me when I was sick. I’m going to help you mow. Also because I didn’t even notice you weren’t yourself.”

The stove began making noises before Brett could response and Reagan got up to see what was the problem. She grabbed two bowls and sat back on the floor, handing him a bowl of.. dark soup with green beans in it. Brett took one bite and almosted gagged but he swallowed it.

“Reagan, you were in much worse conditions than me when you sick. This is probably a cold. I’m sorry for bothering you.”

“Brett, you’re never a bother to me.” Reagan respond. “I mean you help everyone. Why can’t I help you? I know your family never gave a shit about you but, I do. Just take off work when you feel sick. You probably would have been at Cognito the whole night if I wasn’t working late.”

Brett smiled and took another sip of the soup, regretting it instantly as he felt his throat burning and sometung coming up. He stood up and raced to the sink, puking pratically nothing but the soup and stomach acid .

“Oh shit! Are you okay?!”

He gave her a weaks thumbs up before leaning on the counter. Now he felt horrible and tired now.

“Can.. we. sleep.. please”

Reagan nodded and quickly lead him to the couch. He falls onto it, and feel asleep. Reagan was staring at him before yawning. She probably had to deal with the mess in the kitchen. Note to herself that she had to find better ways to cook because she rather not see Brett puked again. She was tired.. and maybe Brett would prefer if she stayed down here.

Sitting at the edge of the couch, she curled herself up for long a nap.

#inside job #inside job fanfic #reagan ridley #brett hand #sick character #sickfic

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rookawawastaken · 1 year

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xiaolumi: sharing a mattress on a chilly night

happy valentines day !!summary: xiao invites lumine to join his team during a gamejam* since their previous artist dropped out last minute. some poor organisational skills lead to some great cuddles. tags: modern AU, uni AU, gamejam, gamedev!xiao x artist!lumine

* a gamejam, to put it simply, is a game-making marathon during which the participants focus solely on making a game. the criteria for the game depend on the jam and usually change up every time

feel free to drop by and say hello to me on twitter! this ficlet is also posted there. :]

this is Lumines first GameJam, and, to be completely honest, she’s here only for Xiao. he asked to join last minute since his team's original artist dropped out a few days before the event, and she agreed. after all, even if she doesn’t enjoy making a game, she will always enjoy her best friend's company, and some new experience comes as a bonus, too.

the first day went surprisingly great – everyone was very nice, Lumine befriended an artist from another group during a lunch break, her own team has a wonderful game idea that she’s very excited about, and she got to see Xiao working on something he’s passionate about. they do study together, but never has she seen his eyes sparkle the way they did when they talked about their game. sure, his face seemed neutral, but after being friends with him since they both were in diapers, she can see that little smile whenever he gets his hands on something he enjoys.

all’s well on the game-developing side of things, however, in their haste, they forgot to figure out the sleeping arrangements, so the team ended up with one less mattress than needed. Xiao, being the way he is, offered up his own to her the moment he realised his mistake, but Lumine is not letting that boy sleep on the floor and get a cold, or maybe not even sleep at all. they all will get their beauty sleep, one way or another.

– what if you two just share? i don’t believe you haven’t shared a bed before in all the years you’ve known each other! – and, honestly, Venti was absolutely right, they have shared before, even if it was quite a while ago.

the thought of sleeping together (literally, get your head out of the gutter!) with Xiao isn’t making Lumine uncomfortable, and the guy seems to be okay with that as well, so that’s what they decide on – squeezing together on the same mattress, under the same blanket. she wasn’t able to talk Xiao out of giving her his pillow, but it’s okay. at least he’ll sleep.

but, oh, the room was actually quite chilly, and Lumine was always prone to freezing even in relatively warm temperatures. as much as she tries not to shiver, lest she troubles Xiao, he knows. Xiao has learned to read Lumine just as well as she’s at reading him, if not better for the fact she is far less reserved than the boy.

– Lumine.

she almost yelps, getting jumpscared by Xiao’s half-whisper, hot breath right on her ear. when she turns to him, lying on her back now, with Xiao partly hovering over her, propped on one elbow, Lumine can’t help but blush.

her best friend is extremely attractive.

– yeah?

– you’re shivering. are you cold?

– sorry, i just, i didn’t think it would be that cold…

Xiao sighs, though, not unkindly. he’s quite used to her shenanigans, even allowing himself a small smile that he hides in the dark of the room. – come here?

– where? – she doesn’t get what he means at first, but when he lays on his side and opens his arms up, basically non-verbally inviting her to cuddle with him, she can’t help but ask. – are you sure?

– i don’t want you to catch a cold because of my poor management skills. – Lumine could swear she can see him pouting, but there are no light sources, and she can’t tell for sure. – just let's warm you up, okay?

Lumine hesitates only for a few moments, before moving closer to the boy, just as he puts his arm under her head for a pillow, and holds her close, just a little above her waist. – comfy?

and, to be quite honest, yes, she is very comfy. and so-so warm.

she lets him know that much. the only reply she gets from him is a quiet snort.

they lay in silence for a while, in a few minutes Lumine is all warmed up and cozy, slowly drifting to sleep, sleepily nuzzling into Xiao’s chest. – thank you, Xiao.

– it’s nothing. rest up now, we have a lot to do when we wake up.

– good night, Xiao.

– sleep well.

the kiss on her hair that followed was probably just her imagination.

#ellierookawawrites #xiao x lumine #xiaolumi #xlmi #xiaogenshinimpact #luminegenshinimpact #genshinimpact #fic #fanfic #ficlet #drabble #ngl i forgot i had an account here #fluff #they are very soft

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ladylooch · 2 years

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Never Til Now- Timo Meier

7.4.22 Update: I had to repost Timo.. so I lost all my notes.. and if you liked it to come back to it, very sorry but you need to like it again. AH!

Word count: 4.9k

A/N: Timo Time! I’m into Swiss dudes I guess? Idk. So here is a brief break from Kevin Fiala for Thotty boy T.

Warnings: SMUT (18+). Swearing. Sadness. Drinking. And.. probably other things that I cannot think of right now.

The neon light of the Coors sign on the wall beside our table is so bright it makes my temples throb. Or maybe it’s Lizzo’s “Truth Hurts” being blared through the speakers of the bar for Ladies’ Night. My eyes briefly pull away from the San Jose Sharks game to my group of girlfriends. I feel guilty about my lack of contribution to the conversation. But the truth is, I would rather be anywhere else tonight. Instead, I’m going through the motions, convinced if I try hard enough, I’ll be over him soon. Him. The love of my life. The beginning and the end of it all. The hardest damn goodbye I’ve ever experienced. That’s what he is to me but to the rest of San Jose, he’s Timo Time.

Timo and I met randomly because we both frequented the same taco place for lunch. We both sat at the bar one sunny, Friday, two Septembers ago. I knew of him, but admittedly did not follow hockey much. During Happy Hour, we were at opposite ends of the bar, but as the night got busier, he wandered down to the stool next to me. That’s where we spent the next 6 hours together, until we shut the place down. We bonded over our love of food- cooking, eating out, and collecting a million different gadgets for the kitchen. We dreamed up our perfect kitchens while tasting different, expensive tequilas. We munched on authentic tacos and guacamole all the while falling for each other. When he asked to see me again, I couldn’t give him my number fast enough.

On our first date, we found ourselves at another taco place- a newer, trendy one that people couldn’t stop talking about on the west side of the city. The restaurant had a beautiful patio on the water where we watched the sunset while stuffing ourselves full of guac, tacos, and of course, tequila. By the end of the date, I had a buzz for Timo stronger than any tequila could give.

We left the restaurant for something quieter and found ourselves on the beach, walking hand in hand. We told each other all about our lives- our siblings, our parents, our hometowns, and of course for him, all about hockey. Listening to the stories of his life, leaving Switzerland so young for Canada, living with a billet family, all for this incredible, exotic dream of playing in the NHL. It was so impressive.

Eventually, we stopped walking and dipped our feet into the warm water. The waves crashed up to our ankles while we talked about how I grew up in Southern California, but moved North for a marketing job three years ago. I’ve never thought about going back. The distance and the culture suits me better here.

“California seems to be its own country. You can have different experiences depending on where you are in the state.” Timo murmurs to me as we look out at the moonlight glittering on the water’s surface.

“It definitely is. So unique too. We have so many different cultures and ethnicities here. It makes California a slice of heaven for any foodie.” He laughs, his white teeth stark against the dark night. I take a moment to study him as he turns back to the water. My heart squeezes in my chest and I know I’m falling for him. Fast.

“I’m about to start my season.” He breaks our comfortable silence a few minutes later. “And my schedule will get crazy.” Well, shit. I try not to show my dejection visibly and brace for the thanks but no thanks. “I know it will be a lot to ask. I’ll be gone a lot, but when I’m here… I’d like to see you.” He looks over at me, blue eyes hopeful and awaiting my response.

“I’d like that.” I whisper to him, lips pulling into an easy smile.

“Good because I know a tapas place you’ll love.”

“A hockey player that loves tapas. Incredible.” I tease him, laughter glinting in my eyes as they look at his.

His blue eyes hover on my lips. With courage, I inch forward a smidge. I want him to go the rest of the way. My green eyes devour his features as he comes close. I suck in an anticipatory breath, but when our lips touch, I lose it all. Fire ignites inside my chest and rushes out through my limbs until all of me is hot. My arms go around his neck and I hold myself close to him. His large hands stay on my hips but squeeze tighter in hunger. I’ve never felt anything like this. I want to dive down deeper into this feeling until I lose touch of everything but him.

“Wow.” He whispers against my lips as he pulls an inch back. He felt it too. Then his lips press into mine again and talking becomes irrelevant.

“Taylor!” My best friend, Natalie, groans at me. I give her a confused look, stepping out of the memory of us. “Are you even here?”

“No.” I answer honestly, stirring my Paloma. The taste of tequila reminds me of him. I shouldn’t have ordered this. I shove the glass away and push out a heavy sigh. My eyes meet Natalie’s and a wave of sympathy passes over her.

“I can tell the bartender to turn it off?” She motions to the game. I shake my head. He could turn off every TV in this bar but it wouldn’t stop my mind from being on Timo.

My eyes go back to the game. The Sharks are playing the Kings and Timo is currently on the ice. The last minute in the first period is winding down. Timo gets the puck at the bottom of the right circle. He shoots, but the goalies saves it. He crashes the net hard, going to the back door just in time to get an easy tap in goal. I jump in excitement on my stool, clapping my hands for him instinctively. I watch hungrily as the camera pans to him, drinking up the sight of his handsome face. His teammates are engulfing him and this seems like a bigger celebration than warranted considering the Sharks are already up by 3-0 in the first. The sound is off on the TV, so I can’t gather much information.

After the hugs of celebration, the camera pans out. I watch as hats litter the ice. Holy shit. Did he just get a first period, hat trick? My mouth drops slightly open and I watch in awe as the camera finds him at the end of the bench after the hand shake line. His excitement is palpable through the screen. Despite my sadness, a smile pulls across my lips. He deserves this. I hope the fans are cheering loudly for him.

The next period starts after a twenty minute break and a switch from Lizzo to Lady Gaga in the bar speakers. The Sharks are on an immediate power play and Timo skates out for the face off. I watch as they set up around the perimeter. The defensemen looks across ice, seeing Timo wide open on the opposite circle. His pass is right on. Timo skates further in, then buries the puck in the top right corner, just beyond the goalie’s glove. Again, my mouth drops open in shock. Four goals in just under 22 minutes. This is unreal!

The rest of the period plays out, but it’s clear the Kings just don’t have any momentum tonight. Timo has it all. He’s still skating fast, forechecking hard, and crunching bodies into the boards each moment he can. He’s mesmerizing and I’ve forgotten that I’m supposed to be here with my group of friends. I glance at them immersed in their own conversations without me. It seems they have forgotten about me too. In their defense, I’ve disappeared since Timo and I ended.

The 2nd period is just wrapping up. Timo charges down the sideboards, rushing into the King’s zone for one last attempt to score. Drew Doughty dives, thinking his stick can knock the puck from Timo. But Timo’s destiny was already decided. Timo toe drags around him and launches the puck into the net for his 5th goal in 2 periods.

“Ah!!!” I scream and jump to my feet, clapping enthusiastically. No one else in the bar is watching this game. My group of friends looks at me questioningly. “Timo just scored his 5th goal of the night.”

“Holy shit!” Natalie yells, looking at the TV and clapping. “Wait, should we be clapping?” She asks me quickly.

“Yes! This is incredible.” I clasp my hands together and settle them against my lips as I watch his celebration on the bench.

Have a night, Timo. Have a damn night.

Like a shadow, the sadness begins to seep back into me. It penetrates my skin and hurries rapidly through my veins until my chest aches again. This is the kind of ache that will stay with me tonight then into my dreams. I purse my lips, watching him on the bench. His smile slowly fades away and his blue eyes become fierce again as he looks out at the next face off. His only focus is on winning this game. From the outside world, you can’t even tell that he lost something. How could that be? I’ll readily admit that leaving each other was a mutual decision, but from where I’m sitting, he looks fine. Unflappable, detached even, while I’m trying to drown myself in the tequila he introduced me to. Maybe to him, it wasn’t a loss after all.

Good for you, T. I think to myself, then look down and wipe my thumb at the condensation on my glass. The cool liquid transports me again unwillingly.

“Cold!” I scream as Timo rushes us into the water. “Oh my god!!!” I shriek louder, gasping as the cool waves of the Pacific Ocean lap at my calves.

“This isn’t cold!” He insists back to me, laughing. “You Californians are so soft.” He scoffs at me. A teasing glint taints his blue orbs. “What if I dropped you?” My eyes widen with legitimate fear, but then his gaze soften and he secures me tighter to him. “I’ll never let go.” He assures me. “Titanic, ya?” He grins.

“That’s less comforting considering Jack froze to death in the ocean.” I throw my right hand out to the side, gesturing to the body of water we are in.

“I love you too much to let anything happen to you.” The words roll off his tongue so easily, like this isn’t the first time he’s said or thought of them. Except he’s never said them to me. His smile quickly fades to be replaced by an expression of panic. My green eyes turn serious while my lips form the words I’ve thought for weeks.

“I love you too.” I murmur to him, watching his blue eyes sparkle back at me. An obvious sigh of relief drops his shoulders. He tilts his chin up, begging for my lips. I bring them close but pause before placing them on his. “How long have you been wanting to say that?”

“Since day one.” He beams at me. I tilt my head back and laugh.

“Got you right where I want you.”

“Me too.” He murmurs, tightening his arms on my legs.

My voice sounds foreign. Like it’s going through a wind tunnel or a warp in time that makes it sound not like me.

“What?” Natalie asks me. I guess it sounds weird to her too.

“I gotta go.” I repeat, or at least I think that’s what I said before.

“Do you need a ride home? Claire hasn’t been drinking because she’s on Paleo.”

“No.” I immediately shake my head. Claire is great, but I can call a Lyft. I’ve ruined enough of the night without pulling someone away.

I pull up the Lyft app on my phone and order one. Cindy will be here in two minutes. I say my rushed goodbyes, pretending I’m just tired, trying to act like I’m not running out of the bar over my ex-boyfriend. I know none of them buy it because their pity drowns me in every tight squeeze. When the outside air hits my skin, I have to hold back tears. I want to break down. Crawl into a hole. Never resurface into the world. Trying to get over Timo feels like a deep, unrelenting agony. Each wave laps at my battered skin then pulls me under until I’m drowning in his memory. I’ve done everything I was supposed to do. I followed the textbook plan that had assurances this would get easier one day. I sent back his stuff, unfollowed him on social media, got drunk at ladies’s night. Yet, the pain is the same aching, agony as it was the night we lost each other.

“Fuck, Taylor!” Timo snaps at me, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “I can’t do anything right for you!” He tosses his phone on the counter and it skids another foot, dangerously close to the edge.

“I asked you to delete snapchat and it’s still on your phone.”

“If you’re going to dig through my personal shit, don’t get mad about what you find.” He’s not wrong, but he also made a promise to me that he didn’t keep.

“Why is it still on your phone?”

“Because it is! I have friends from home on there and that’s how we communicate.”

“So you’re not getting boob pictures sent to you by fans anymore?” I narrow my eyes accusingly at him.

The fan Snaps are why I asked him to take it off his phone. The easy access to him by numerous girls wanting to be with him made me insecure. Plus, Snapchat was how he used to hook up with various girls before me. He admitted to that. So, it felt contradictory that he could be in love with me and still give those girls permission to connect with him.

“Oh my god.” He mutters, shaking his head and walking out of the kitchen.

“So you are!” I shout at him in frustration, hands pushing the falling pieces of hair from my pony tail away from my face. I feel just as out of control as my hair.

“I don’t open them.” He insists, waving me away as he drops onto the couch in a hump of irritation.

“Maybe you keep Snapchat because you’re trying to keep your options open.” The words blurt from my mouth before I can stop them. His blue eyes slide to mine with a narrow fierceness. He doesn’t respond but an ashamed truth begins to darken his features. My heart sinks in my chest until it’s being eaten away by the acid churning in my stomach. “Oh.” The word falls from my lips so simply, like it didn’t take everything we built with it to the ground.

“I love you.” He says to me. “But things have been hard lately…”

His words end as if he isn’t quite sure what to say next. Or maybe he knows and he can’t say it. At this point, I’ve left my body and I’m watching us like a movie. I slowly sit on the arm of the chair beside the couch. He won’t look at me. I think about what he is saying even as the realization bursts my heart into a million, jagged pieces.

“Maybe it’s not supposed to be this hard.” I finish for him. He doesn’t react at all. The silence wraps around us like a vice. I know exactly how this night is ending. “Is there someone else?” I ask him, terrified but needing to know.

“No.” He answers immediately.

I nod slowly, watching without being able to do anything about us falling apart in his living room. I think about the last few months and know he is right. It’s been hard. The honeymoon stage is over. The reality of his world has sunk in and it’s been a tough adjustment. I don’t feel like me some days. The jealously and insecurity have made my love for him feel like a burden. I’m not sure if this will work forever like I had hoped. These thoughts don’t make it any easier to speak this into existence.

“Maybe we should take some time.” I say the words, but he shakes his head in agreement. Our eyes connect. I take one more minute of looking at him before everything changes. Before our year plus relationship ends in smoldering embers of what was. Then, I rise to grab my things, turning my back to him as the tears begin to dash down my cheeks. My entire world has shifted and I know instantly that my heart will never be the same. There will only be before this and after this.

Minutes later, when his door closes behind me, after I’ve grabbed everything I can fit in my arms, I lean back against the door to gather the pieces of me together. The sound of a despairing “fuck” meets my ears from the other side of the door.

The memory of his voice that night will haunt me forever.

7 weeks have passed and I still hear the despair in his voice every night. He hasn’t called. Neither have I. “Needing time” is slowly pushing towards finding closure. It’s better this way. That’s what we both probably say to ourselves. Pretending that we can keep living without each other because it’s easier than sewing us back together. Every night, the loneliness has me questioning, yearning for him in the darkness of my cold bed. Meanwhile, his career has exploded. He’s thriving, working for his dreams and having them come true without me. And I get to be stuck here, reliving us every night like a horror movie I can’t escape.

I slide into my bed after walking into my empty house. I shut the lamp off next to my bedside table. I have my phone secured in my hands. He probably doesn’t want to hear from me. If he did, why hasn’t he reached out? Yet it feels wrong to not acknowledge the historic night he had. I pull in a breath, trying to decide what to do. I go into the Photos app on my phone, clicking through the album of our pictures. I moved them from my camera roll to a separate album. I couldn’t delete them. Even if I did, they wouldn’t be gone. They’re part of me. But my heart couldn’t take seeing them every day either.

A small smile tugs my lips up at the picture of us at the beach, moments after he told me he loved me. Then, there is the picture from Tomas Hertl’s wedding last off season. Our cheeks are pressed together; our buzz obvious in the frame. I flip to the next one. Now, his lips are on my cheek while my eyes squint in delightful laughter. That was such a good night; it hurts to look at now that we aren’t us. I chomp on my lip, moving to Messages, pulling up a new one with his number. My fingers type out the text to him and press send before I can change my mind.

I’m so proud of you, T. I hope you’re doing okay.

I keep the message open, hopeful that I’ll see the bubble. It pops up quickly, then disappears. This happens a few more times. Ten minutes pass, then twenty, then thirty. The bubble does not appear again. I blink back the familiar stinging of tears and lock my phone. I set it on my nightstand. Nope, that’s not going to work. I pick it up again, flicking up the menu and setting it on Do Not Disturb. If I don’t, I’ll spend all night listening for the buzz-buzz I’m desperately hoping for. I’m not wasting another night of sleep over someone who couldn’t care less.

I should know better by now that I can’t escape Timo’s memory in my dreams either.

It’s been an impossibly long road trip. 14 days is way too damn long for him to be gone. My chest aches for him as I turn over to will sleep to come to me. It’s difficult knowing Timo will be landing soon. Except we already talked and he’s going to his place, not coming here. I’ll see him tomorrow morning. The bright light of the sunrise can’t come soon enough.

But it’s still dark out when I feel his hands on me later. I sigh and lean into him as he spoons me. I can feel how hard he is against my butt. He wiggles his hips into me, willing me to awaken fully so he can touch me the way he wants.

“It’s not morning.” I mumble to him, turning in his arms so we are facing one another. His chest is bare. His lips immediately attach to me. I wrap my arms lazily around his neck. His hands move up my sides, bringing my t-shirt with them to expose my bare skin.

“Had to have you tonight.” He confesses to me between kisses. “Had to touch you here.” His fingers push into the waistband of my pants and slide against my slick flesh. “The whole flight home, all I could think about was burying my dick deep, right here, until you’re speechless.”

“Please.” I command him, hand snaking down between us to stroke his erection. The tempo of his fingers on my clit increases. It doesn’t take long until I’m arching my back for more. This is what he wanted. He moves me to my back and tugs my pants down my legs. I spread my knees for him and he settles between them. His muscular body is on full display for me. My heartbeat quickens as his thumbs reach out, brushing my nipples before he plunges deep into me.

Timo’s head tilts back in pure ecstasy at the feeling of my wetness. He stays like that for one, two, three more seconds as I adjust then he pulls out to slam right back in.

“Mmm… Not going to last long, baby.” He tells me as he begins to move. “You feel too damn good.” He groans the words out to me. I would respond to him except I’m already speechless. My deprived muscles pulse around him, tightening and willing him to bring me to the place I’ve been needing to be since the last time I had him.

His eyes find mine in the dim moonlight streaming into the bedroom. He can see the desire in them and hear it in my voice as I encourage him to give me more. My hands go to my breasts and I tug my nipples into tight buds. My knees spread wider so I can rock my hips hard into his thrusts.

“Fuck, baby, keep touching yourself like that.” He growls at me. His pumps increase as he watches my show. He bites down on his bottom lip in concentration, blue eyes a raging storm of desire. His panting begin to increase with mine. He pulls my right hand off my breast, moving it down to touch my clit. I rub tight, fast circles as his thrusts get deeper and more explosive.

“Babe.” I moan out to him.

“Come, baby. Come all over me.”

His words are the shove. I come flying over the cliff. Pure, primal noises drip from my mouth as he fucks me through it. Then, his lips are on mine and he’s moaning into my mouth. The kiss is all teeth and tongue while his white hot orgasm fills me. His chest rises and falls rapidly as I wrap my hand around the back to his neck, holding his forehead to my collar bone.

“That was better than I even imagined it.”

“Yeah? Did you stroke a few out while you were gone.” I tease him, loving the idea.

“Ah.. a few doesn’t even begin to cover the number.”

“Timo, you’re obsessed with me.”

“This part of you for sure.” He jokes as he slowly pulls out of me. He looks down at his dick and wiggles his eyebrows at me. He’s coated in thick, white cum. “This isn’t all me.”

“I missed you too.” I shrug, a smug grin tilting my lips. He tilts his head back to laugh, a sexy grin staying on his lips.

“I could do this forever, you know.” He murmurs, fingers gripping my calf. His eyes don’t look at me, but I know what I say next matters to him.

“Me too. Where do I sign up?” His dazzling, white teeth sparkle while I let myself imagine what that would look like. A wedding, summers in Switzerland, forever homes, perfect Swiss- American babies. The images followed me into my dreams that night, but that’s where they would stay.

Two months later, forever was off the table.

_ _ _

I’m speechless the next morning when I see his response.

I’m not okay without you.

It came in after 2:00am and I wonder if he had been drunk when he sent it. I try to think of what I could possibly say to that. Fear and self-preservation prevail, so I say nothing. I try to forget it and go about my day. I take a shower, brush my teeth, do the dishes, and make a list of groceries I need for the week.

I’m not okay without you.

The words echo again as I’m grabbing my keys to head to Whole Foods. A knock at my door stops my progress to the garage. Could it be? Cautiously, I turn and head across the house to the front door.

My entire body stills instantly when I see him outside the door. My hands shake as I reach for the door knob. I open the door slowly. He pulls off his mirrored aviators off so I can see his striking, blue eyes. I know he can see the tears in mine, but I can’t stop them from existing. Not now, in this pivotal moment, where he’s back in front of me. Not after his confession last night.

“We made a mistake.” The words drop from his lips as his eyebrows pull together in anguish. “A huge fucking mistake.” He finishes with a whisper. I swallow and nod my head in earnest agreement.

“We can fix it.” I cry to him, reaching my arms for him. His body engulfs mine and his strength keeps us from crumbling together to the porch.

“I’m so sorry, baby.”

“Me too.” I sob to him, digging my fingers into his muscular shoulders.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.” I insist, pulling away and locking our lips together.

His lips move hungrily over mine and he begins to walk me backwards. Except, I’m not going fast enough for him, so his large hands pull me into his arms. I wrap my legs around him tightly as he walks us further into the house. He slams the door behind us and brings me to the couch, gently laying me down. He pulls his face from mine and buries it into my neck. I can feel him inhale deeply. My hand comes to the back of his head to hold him there.

“I tried to get over you. It didn’t work.” I confess to him.

“Good.” He mumbles to me. “The second you left, I knew it was wrong. It’s not supposed to feel this shitty to live without someone.”

“It does when you have something this good.” I whisper to him, fingers scratching gently at his scalp. “You were incredible last night.” He shakes his head and pulls away to look at me.

“In the moment, I was so happy. When I was driving home last night, to my empty place, knowing you wouldn’t be there… I didn’t care anymore. About any of it- the win, the goals, the history. It meant nothing to me without having you to share it with. I don’t want this for the rest of my life. I want forever with you like we planned. I hope you still want this too.” He fingers lace with mine and I nod my head at him. His lips press against mine in a sweet, steady kiss. “Good. Cause I’m still planning on a white picket fence that keeps our babies and dogs in the yard.”

“It’s a little unbelievable that Mr. Thot Boy wants a white picket fence for his babies.” I tease him, bringing up the nickname he earned before me for being so thirsty.

“Never wanted it until now.” He murmurs to me. “Thot boy fell in love. The forever kind. Tell your friends.”

“How about we go fuck and you can show me instead?” I whisper to him, wrapping myself around his body. He stands with me in his arms and walks us back to my bedroom.

When we are naked and he’s about to connect us together, I stop him.

“If there was someone else, you need to wrap that up.” I say to him. I know it might kill the mood, but I’m not willing to risk it just because I’m high on love and lust right now.

“There was no one else.” He whispers against my lips. “Just you running through my mind.”

“Same.” I breathe out to him.

“It’s going to be this way forever.” He insists.

The look in his eyes is another memory I’ll never forget.

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