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The Pumpkin Patch.
masterlist || ask me anything <3
my blurb masterlist is here, huns!
authors note - in honour of finally approaching october, enjoy this little mess that my brain magically comes up with when i’m bored…and lhh as a dad because that is simply girl dinner.
word count - 2k
in which, you and harry decide to take your son teddy to the pumpkin patch in honour of it finally hitting october, the three of you decide to make a day of things, and let’s just say the day doesn’t exactly turn out how you all expected it, a series of unfortunate events occur and that all starts out with your fiancé getting annoyed that the sat nav isn’t helping him very much.
trope: fiancé!harry x reader
October holds a special place in your heart, like no other month ever could. It was the month when you first embarked on a life-changing journey, leaving your homeland to pursue higher education in the United States. It was a time of excitement and trepidation, but little did you know that it would mark the beginning of countless beautiful memories.
During those university years, October became a symbol of friendship and camaraderie. It was when you met your lifelong friends, people who would stand by your side through thick and thin. Together, you navigated the challenges of academia, celebrated achievements, and forged bonds that would last a lifetime.
One particular October stands out vividly in your memory. It was the month of your graduation, a momentous occasion that your family didn't want to miss. They flew out to share in your joy and celebrate your accomplishments. Their presence made the milestone even more meaningful, filling your heart with warmth and love.
But the most extraordinary chapter of your life was written in the pages of an October. It was in Los Angeles, while browsing through a record shop, that you first laid eyes on Harry Styles. The connection was instant, as if fate had brought you together. In the midst of music and conversation, your love story began to unfold.
It was in October when he first whispered those three magical words, "I love you," after a night of watching a scary movie that left you clinging to his chest, finding comfort in his embrace. That moment of vulnerability deepened your bond and solidified your love for each other.
During a serene picnic in the park, surrounded by the beauty of autumn, Harry surprised you with a question that would change your lives forever. He asked you to move in with him, a gesture that symbolized commitment and a future together.
The circle of life continued to expand in October when your son, Theodore, affectionately known as Teddy, was born. The joy of parenthood brought immeasurable happiness and completeness to your lives, and the autumn leaves seemed to dance in celebration.
And then, in an enchanting October evening, Harry knelt down on one knee and proposed to you. Under the starry sky, he presented you with a ring, promising a lifetime of love, happiness, and adventures together. Tears of joy welled up in your eyes as you said yes, feeling like the luckiest person in the world.
October, with its vibrant colors and meaningful milestones, had become more than just a month on the calendar; it was a testament to the beauty of life, love, and the incredible journey you had embarked upon. It was safe to say that October had etched its place as your favorite month, forever holding the key to cherished memories and boundless love.
As you, Harry, and your almost two-year-old son Teddy set out for the pumpkin patch in Harry's sleek black Range Rover, there was an air of excitement in the car. The vibrant colours of autumn and the promise of pumpkin picking had everyone in high spirits. However, it didn't take long for things to take an unexpected turn.
Teddy, safely strapped into his car seat, began to cry, his little arms reaching out for his father. Seeing as Harry had been up all night comforting his baby boy who appeared to be getting his molars growing, he had tried everything, and the only thing that seemed to help the poor boy was to be cuddled up with both parents in their bed, with a teething toy in his grasp.
So, when the two of you woke up this morning, you had decided to take everyone’s tired minds off of things and have a fun little day out, but that didn’t seem to be going the way you had originally planned.
Harry couldn't easily comfort him, as he was engrossed in a battle with the aggravating sat nav system that seemed determined to make the journey anything but smooth.
You turned round in your seat and leaned over to Teddy, offering him a soothing voice, "Hey, ted. Daddy's driving right now, but he'll be with you soon. Look out the window, see the pretty leaves?"
Harry, growing increasingly frustrated, muttered, "S’thing is driving m’nuts. S’like a maze."
Teddy's cries persisted, and you rummaged in the bag for a toy to distract him. "Teddy, how about this colourful toy? Can you play with it?"
Harry let out another exasperated sigh, his eyes fixed on the sat nav screen. "All I want is t’find that pumpkin patch."
The journey went on like that for about another ten minutes before Harry finally got the hang of where the sat nav was trying to take him, and Theodore succumbed to silent sniffles when your fiancé reached his hand back and let his son hold onto his finger like he was a newborn all over again.
Theodore Styles was born just a year into the two of you officially dating, on October 18th, 2013. You and Harry were only nineteen. Although both of you were only young, you both had support from your family and friends and even though Harry’s job was a very demanding one, he always made sure to put the two of you first, so fast forward to October 2016 you were the perfect family unit and you were one step closer to becoming a Styles just like your other two boys.
As you, Harry, and Teddy finally pulled into the sprawling pumpkin patch, a sense of excitement filled the air. The fields were covered in a sea of vibrant orange, and the prospect of a fun-filled day lay ahead.
Driving through the muddy terrain, Teddy was securely strapped into his car seat, but his little face was pressed against the window. His bright eyes were wide with curiosity, and he couldn't contain his delight as he pointed at everything in his limited vocabulary, his baby talk filling the car.
"Look, Teddy," you exclaimed with enthusiasm, "those pumpkins are huge, aren't they?"
Teddy responded with bursts of infectious laughter, his tiny finger continuing to point at the pumpkins, each one seemingly more fascinating than the last. His joy was like a contagious wave that washed over the car.
Harry, his long hair falling in front of his eyes, expertly navigated the muddy path. He drove with one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on your thigh, occasionally glancing at Teddy's adorable antics.
"That's right, Teddy-Bear," Harry chimed in, his voice filled with affection, "those pumpkins are as big as y’are!"
The car rolled on, winding through the pumpkin-filled fields. Teddy's laughter and baby talk were a constant source of amusement, brightening the atmosphere in the car.
You couldn't help but join in the excitement. "Teddy, do you see those scarecrows over there? They're guarding the pumpkins!"
Teddy's laughter escalated as he looked at the scarecrows, his tiny hands reaching out toward them. His innocent joy made the entire journey worthwhile.
Harry put the car into park and turned to you. "Alrigh’ m’love,"
As you worked on getting Teddy out of his car seat, Harry made his way to the trunk. He looked at you, holding the baby bag, and asked, "Do y’think we'll need t’stroller?"
You considered for a moment, remembering that Teddy hadn't slept well during the night. You nodded, knowing that he might get tired later. "Yeah, H, I think it's a good idea. Just in case."
Harry nodded in agreement and began setting up the stroller while you gently unstrapped Teddy from his car seat. He wriggled out of your arms, his little welly boots and beanie adding to his adorable appearance.
With Teddy on the ground, you smiled down at him. "Look at you, ready for some pumpkin picking, little man!"
Harry, now with his hair tied into a man bun to keep it out of his face, locked up the car. He glanced at Teddy and then at you. "Alrigh’, s’make some pumpkin memories."
As the three of you approached the entrance to the patch, The stroller stood empty as Harry navigated it through the muddy pumpkin fields.
Teddy, in his infectious excitement, was far too eager to explore on his own. Instead, you held onto his tiny hands, and he practically pulled you along, his chubby legs wading through the mud, creating tiny boot imprints with each step.
The pumpkin patch sprawled before you, a vast sea of orange and green. Teddy's eyes danced with wonder as he darted from one pumpkin to another, each one seemingly more fascinating than the last. His little voice bubbled with delight, even though his words were a jumble of baby talk and giggles.
Harry manoeuvred the stroller skillfully, occasionally glancing over to check on Teddy's progress. Teddy's tiny boots splashed through puddles, his beanie bobbing atop his head as he explored this pumpkin wonderland.
You marvelled at the sheer joy radiating from your son. Holding his hands, you let him lead the way, following his excited tugs and twirls. The mud-splattered boots and the occasional stumble didn't dampen Teddy's enthusiasm in the slightest.
About fifteen minutes into your visit to the pumpkin patch, you found yourselves standing in front of a scarecrow, admiring its rustic charm. Teddy, so far, had been on a mission to pick up every pumpkin he walked by, not quite grasping the concept of a pumpkin patch and getting upset when you told him that you needed to find the perfect pumpkin before heading home.
As you were enjoying this quaint moment, a friendly woman from another family who was passing by noticed your trio. She offered with a warm smile, "Would you like a photo of the three of you by the scarecrow?"
Harry didn't hesitate for a moment. He beamed and said,
"Yes, please!" as he quickly handed the woman his phone, which was already open on the camera. He gently scooped Teddy into his arms, holding him on his hip, and then wrapped his free arm around your shoulder.
The woman skillfully captured the moment, ensuring you were all framed by the scarecrow and the vibrant pumpkin patch behind you. Teddy, still clutching a small pumpkin in his chubby hand, looked at the camera with curiosity, and his innocent smile added an extra layer of charm to the photo.
After the picture was taken, you thanked the kind stranger, and Harry, still holding Teddy, shared a grateful smile with her.
Ten minutes after Teddy's encounter with the scarecrow, the pumpkin patch adventure continued, with Teddy now running ahead of you and Harry. His tiny legs carried him with an uncontainable exuberance as he darted between pumpkins, each one a new discovery in his eyes.
You pushed the stroller, its wheels rolling through the earthy paths, while Harry walked beside you, holding your hand. Both of you watched Teddy with hearts full of fondness as he explored this autumn wonderland. His laughter was a symphony of joy, filling the air and brightening your day even more.
The pumpkin patch seemed to be Teddy's playground, a place where he could express his boundless curiosity and energy.
About five meters ahead of both you and Harry, Teddy suddenly stopped in his tracks, captivated by a rather large pumpkin. It seemed to be the biggest one he had seen so far, and his little hands eagerly reached out to try and pick it up. However, it was a challenge even for his determined efforts.
Harry and you shared a chuckle at Teddy's determined endeavour. He didn't give up, though, and instead, he called out to Harry in his adorable baby talk, "Dada, hep! Hep, Dada!"
Harry couldn't resist the plea, and with a playful grin, he made his way over to Teddy. Together, father and son wrestled with the pumpkin, their laughter filling the crisp autumn air.
While they worked on the perfect pumpkin, you put the brakes on the stroller and crouched down in front of your little boy. You asked in a sweet baby talk, "Is this the pumpkin you definitely want, Teddy?"
Teddy nodded his head vigorously, a bright smile on his face. He wrapped his little arm around your neck, expressing his delight and contentment with the choice
“S’settled then,” Harry grinned up at you, holding the pumpkin in his tattooed arms. “Fancy grabbing a coffee at the lil’hut before heading off? God knows we need it.”
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Relationships💍🦋🩵
💍Moon in Cancer -will love your tender, emotional side. They like it when someone notices their emotions. Since this is a very intuitive sign, they always feel how you feel and put themselves before others when they love them. They are very protective of the people they love and will always stand up for them and make sacrifices. They really give a lot of love and take a lot of time.
🩵Moon in Taurus - like comfort and stability. When they love you, they will do a lot for you. Because they need physical touch, they will always look for ways to touch you. They will always want to be by your side. They show love through actions and will always go out of their way to do things for you. They will cook you food or prepare things for you.
🫧If you have moon in fire sign , there is a need for life to be a colourful place of risks and potentials. You like action. And you are a person who can be very independent. If your partner moon is in earth sign he will be more pratical then you are. And maybe they won't get so caught up in such things.
🦋Venus suggests a more adult level of affection and bonding - what we want others to appreciate and admire in us. if your Venus is, say, in Capricorn or in aspect to Saturn (suggesting a controlled and self-contained relating style) and your partner or friend has Venus in Sagittarius or aspecting Jupiter (suggesting an extraverted aesthetic and enjoyment of the good life.
🪴Saturn- Venus synastry this relationsip will always be serious and involve forward thinking. A relationship that can be built over the long term.
☁️Neptune-Venus synastry both of you can think a lot about each other and daydream. The union will seem magical and spiritual to both.
🧁7th house relationships are usually stable, beautiful, you feel for the person that they are ideal partner for you. This house also represents your descendant which means the opposite of what you are. This relationship is never a downfall or a waste of time, because from this relationship you can learn to be more like yourself. Relationships in the 8th house, on the other hand, show a deeper connection with the person. It shows deep intimate involvement. This house takes us into deeper processes of intimacy and sharing. This house is about sharing things with other people. How do you share deeper secrets, money, the dark part of yourself with a person.
🎸Mars in 7th house synastry can mean that you will want to see this person in any way or know what they are doing. You can become obsessed with this person. Mercury in 8th house synastry can mean that you will share with the person all your thoughts and secrets that you have (this can also include your relatives). You will feel like you want to trust this person with everything. Venus in 8th house synastry can mean that you want to share with the person everything related to your pleasures (everything you enjoy) you want to enjoy with this person. You share food, music, love, money with them.
🌅5th house shows romance with a person. How do you find fun with this person, what do you have in common, how do you have fun together. The 4th house shows family and comfort with this person. What kind of home do you have with the person, how do you work at home.
🌼If saturn falls in one of your relationship houses or it aspects the moon or venus in your chart you might will seek a long- term commitment. The Moon will always be conjured in a marriage. Because it represents emotions, concern, sense. Venus always represents a romantic marriage.
🐚The mutable signs often seem commitment -shy. Also they need a room to feel free. Their energy can change quickly and they can be prone to giving up at times. The fixed signs are the most inclined to seek the stability and permanence in relationships. They will stick with it through all weathers - even when the fire has gone out. The cardinal signs often fall in love quickly but these people are also inclined to move on swiftly too, once the relationship is over.
🌾Any slow-moving planet can signal a significant point in a relationship, typically when it transits Venus, the Moon, the Descendant, or planets in the 7th and 8th houses.
🌱Saturn transit in 7th house usually represents something serious. To start thinking more about relationships or what you really need. You might fall in love under a transit of Neptune because it awakens a yearning for romance. Also neptune represents love from the past. When it is transited by Venus, it can mean that old love returns. But also you might fall in love under a transit of Uranus because it jolts you out of your comfort zone and changes everything. But it will happen unexpectedly. Out of blue.
❤️🔥You fight according to your mars. With mars in capricorn you will always react coldly, harshly. With mars in cancer your reaction will always be emotional and possibly manipulative. With mars in scoprio your reactions will not be visible immediately, but your intense nature will be felt. With mars in sagittarius your response will often be impulsive and fiery with a lot of strong opinion. With mars in leo your response will be dramatic and fiery.
💘You make peace according to your Venus. Perhaps via a verbal apology or something related to words with venus in gemini. Through the classic peace offering , or food with venus in taurus.
-Rebekah🐚💍🎸
#astrology#energy#zodiac signs#planets#astrological houses#astrology observations#love#relationships#mars#venus
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𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝙷𝙲𝚜
Requested by: Anon
Ask: hii :3 can i ask a prismo/ reader? anything works ty :3
Warning: None
Date: 9/3/2023
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Prismo would use his wish-granting powers to take his s/o on the most unique and unforgettable date nights. From stargazing on the moon to picnicking in a medieval fantasy world, they would explore countless dimensions together.
Despite his laid-back demeanor, Prismo is surprisingly wise. He’d be a great listener and advisor to his s/o, offering thoughtful insights and advice whenever needed.
Prismo’s style is all about comfort, and he’d encourage his s/o to relax and be themselves. Matching pajamas and lounging in the Time Room would be a common occurrence.
Prismo is known for his love of pop culture, so he and his s/o would often binge-watch TV shows and movies from various dimensions, sharing laughs and references.
While Prismo might seem carefree, he would go to great lengths to protect his loved one. If any danger arose, he’d use his powers to keep them safe.
Together, they’d explore different dimensions, meeting unique beings and having all sorts of adventures. Prismo’s connections could open doors to many exciting worlds.
Prismo might use one of his limited wishes to fulfill a cherished desire of his s/o, showing his commitment and love in a magical way.
Late-night snacks in the Time Room would become a tradition, with Prismo conjuring up delicious treats from different realities.
Prismo’s calm and patient personality would help his s/o navigate the complexities of life, and he’d always be there to offer support.
In the Time Room, time moves differently, but their love would remain constant and unchanging, creating a timeless bond between them.
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Styles-Swift reader where Taylor plays her Never Grow Up (Taylor's Version) for the first since Speak Now TV came out? 👀💜
pairing: taylor swift x daughter!reader
genre: SO MUCH FLUFF
summary: Never Grow Up being played with the mother-daughter duo throughout the years.
warnings: it might make you cry it's so sweet
A/N i decided to add a little bit more to the request so i hope that it's ok
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FIVE YEARS OLD
You sit cross-legged on the soft carpet of the living room, your favorite stuffed animals scattered around you. At five years old, you're growing up fast, so Taylor takes advantage of every moments the two of you spend together. Right now is one of those moments.
Taylor enters the room, a warm smile lighting up her face as she notices you waiting eagerly. She's dressed casually, wearing a cozy sweater and jeans, her signature curls cascading around her shoulders. With a playful twinkle in her eyes, she plops down on the couch opposite you.
"Hey there, my little superstar," she says, her voice filled with love. "Are you ready for something special today?"
Your eyes widen in anticipation. "What is it, Mommy?"
Taylor reaches for her guitar, which she always keeps nearby, and begins to strum a familiar tune. The opening chords of "Never Grow Up" fill the room, and you can't help but smile. Even while still being young, this song has always meant a lot to you.
As your mom starts to sing, her voice wraps around you like a warm hug. The lyrics, filled with heartfelt wisdom, remind you of the precious bond you share with your mother. They speak of cherishing every moment and embracing the magic of childhood.
You listen intently, your eyes fixed on your mom's gentle expression. She pours her heart into the song, and you can feel the depth of her emotions in every word. The way she looks at you, her love shining through, makes you feel like the most important person in the world.
As the song progresses, memories flood your mind. You remember the countless bedtime stories, the lullabies sung softly in your ear, and the tickles that made you giggle uncontrollably. And she has always been there, through the ups and downs, guiding you with unwavering love.
You watch a single tear escapes from her eye, and she pauses briefly to wipe it away. You reach out and take her hand in yours, feeling her warmth and the reassurance it brings. Together, you find strength in the music, in the shared experience of growing up, and in the bond that nothing can break.
As the last note ends, the room fills with silence, the melody still lingering in the air. Taylor gazes at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of pride and nostalgia. She pulls you into her arms, holding you tight.
"I love you so much, y/n," she whispers, her voice filled with tenderness. "You are my greatest treasure, and I will cherish every moment we have together."
You snuggle against her, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. In this quiet moment, you know that no matter how much you grow, how much the world changes, your mother's love will always be there to guide you.
TEENAGE YEARS
As you walked into the living room, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement in the air. Your heart fluttered with anticipation as you saw your mothe, sitting on the couch, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
"Hey, sweetheart," Taylor said, patting the spot beside her. "Come sit with me."
You never know what to expect when your mom had that look on her face. But nevertheless, you sat down beside her, trying to hide the eagerness in your eyes. There was an air of secrecy about her, and you couldn't help but wonder what she had in store for you.
"Remember how I used to sing to you when you were little?" Taylor asked, a nostalgic glimmer in her eyes.
You nodded, a smile spreading across your face. Those moments had been some of the most precious memories of your childhood.
"I want to share something special with you today," your mom continued, her voice filled with tenderness. "Something I've been working on."
Your heart skipped a beat. Taylor had been teasing her re-recordings of her old songs for a while now, and she didn't even tell you when she would release them. You couldn't wait to hear what she had in store for you.
Taylor reached for her guitar, her fingers gracefully finding their place on the strings. The room was filled with anticipation, and you held your breath as she strummed the first chord.
As the familiar melody of "Never Grow Up" filled the room, tears welled up in your eyes.
The lyrics held a deep meaning that you hadn't fully grasped when you were younger, and now they resonated with your own journey of growing up.
As your mom sang, voice filled with emotion, you found yourself transported to a time when life was simpler.
Memories of playgrounds and scraped knees flooded your mind, and you realized just how much you missed those carefree days. But there was something bittersweet about those memories now, knowing that you could never go back to being that young and innocent again.
Taylor's voice cracked slightly on the chorus, and you saw tears glistening in her eyes as well. It was a song about letting go and embracing change, but it was also a reminder of the precious moments that would forever be etched in your heart.
As the final notes echoed through the room, you wiped away a stray tear and turned to Taylor, a mixture of gratitude and love in your eyes.
"That was beautiful, Mom," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.
Taylor smiled, a tear trickling down her cheek. "I wrote that song when you were just a baby. It's always been my way of holding on to the moments we shared, even as you grow older. You'll always be my baby girl, no matter how old you get."
You hugged her tightly, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and comfort in her embrace. In that moment, you realized that growing up didn't mean leaving everything behind. It meant carrying the memories and the love with you as you embarked on new chapters of your life.
Taylor gently wiped away your tears, her eyes shining with pride. "You're becoming such an incredible young woman, and I couldn't be prouder. But never forget that you'll always have a home in my heart, no matter where life takes you."
You smiled through your tears, feeling a renewed sense of warmth and belonging. This was a moment you would treasure forever—a moment where your mother's music had touched your soul in a profound way.
The two of you sat on the couch, wrapped in a comfortable silence, basking in the afterglow of the song. In that moment, time stood still, and you couldn't have asked for anything more.
With a heart full of love and gratitude, you snuggled closer to Taylor, knowing that no matter how old you grew, the bond between you would remain unbreakable.
In this moment, surrounded by the music and your mother's unwavering love, you know that growing up isn't about leaving the magic behind—it's about carrying it with you, forever.
#positively holland#taylor swift x daughter!reader#taylor swift x reader#taylor swift#speak now#taylor's version#x daughter!reader#styles swift!reader
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This is a fic rec of One Direction marking fics where a character is marked in some way by another character (drawing, tattoos, bites, etc) as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!
- Louis/Harry -
🖊️ got the sunshine on my shoulders by @hattalove
(E, 124k, drawing) five years ago, harry styles left his tiny home town to make it big as a recording artist. he didn't have much regard for what he left behind - a life, a family, and a husband, who woke up one morning to find him gone.
🖊️ 2012 'Verse (series) by @ashavahishta
(E, 102k, marking) Louis would be embarrassed by how his voice goes all low and husky, but it’s no secret between the two of them that he likes to leave marks.
🖊️ Until I Found You by dimpled_halo / @comebackassholes
(E, 45k, love bites) What happens when the opportunity that Louis has been waiting for finally comes, but at the price of having to share the stage with one Harry Styles?
🖊️ through walls of trees by @ineverateakiwi
(T, 41k, bond mark) Elesdon is a country divided into five kingdoms and had long been considered peaceful. After a coup in the heart of the country, Lady Sulia ascended to the throne and imprisoned the four courts, stripping them of their powers. With the exception of King Louis Tomlinson, who submitted to her favors.
🖊️ little wings on my shoes by @juliusschmidt
(M, 39k, love bites) The American High School AU in which no one is cool (except Niall) and Harry wears a rainbow bracelet.
🖊️ some things fade (some never do) by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed
(T, 25k, magical tattoos) Three years after their break up, Harry calls.
🖊️ It's Been Ages by @2tiedships2
(NR, 13k, love bites) “We need to talk,” Niall said as he plopped down on Louis’ bed. “It’s you and Harry. You like him, he likes you, it’s a match made in heaven and you will one day be mates."
🖊️ where your lips land by BriaMaria / @briannamarguerite
(E, 12k, drawing & tattoos) the Tyler Knott Gregson-inspired AU where Louis is a poet who lives in Montana and Harry is a photographer passing through.
🖊️ Just a touch of your love by @thegirlontheblackhoodie
(E, 12k, love bites) Harry is a touch starved omega trying to get through it on his own. Louis happens to be the only alpha around to realize it and offers to help.
🖊️ See You When I Get Home by @fournipplesau
(E, 10k, love bites) "What are you thinking about?" He repeats Louis' question from earlier. "You." Louis' reply comes out in a moan. It shocks Harry, and his brain scrambles for the right thing to do, the right thing to say. He doesn't even know how to feel, or if he even heard Louis correctly. "Me?"
🖊️ Drawn to You by @lululawrence
(NR, 8k, soulmarks) Through the years, the random drawings had evolved and changed. There was a period in sixth form when his soulmate must have gotten shy or something, because the drawings only happened after school hours and in places that others wouldn’t be as likely to see.
🖊️ don't let nobody touch it (unless that somebody's me) by stylescantstop
(E, 8k, love bites) the one where harry dances with other men and a jealous louis reminds him he's the only one who can make him come completely apart.
🖊️ You can remain unaware (if you want) by harryanthus
(NR, 7k, soulmarks) the au where soul marks get coloured when they realise they’re in love with their soul mate and Harry has a coloured soul mark, Louis doesn’t.
🖊️ Sex Drunk Suckerpunch by thinlines / @thinlinez
(E, 7k, marking) Sugar Baby Louis did what any sugar baby should avoid doing but (clichely) end up doing anyways, that is, failing for his sugar mama.
🖊️ Hello Darling by zanni_scaramouche / @zanniscaramouche
(E, 5k, love bites) A city wide blizzard warning, a power outage, and a dismal lack of tea leaves him hours away from what he expects to be one of the more pathetic Christmas mornings of his life. That is, until the new bright eyed intern scares the living crap out of him.
🖊️ Now When I Think of Love it's Redefined by Moriartied / @adidasandangelwings
(E, 3k, marking) The love story of Harry and Louis. (From the XFactor up through their first big fight.) Part 4 of Group Dynamics
🖊️ can't stop lookin' at you by runaways
(E, 2k, love bites) Harry wears little red shorts. Louis is quite fond of them.
- Rare Pairs -
🖊️ Make Your Mark by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13
(T, 3k, Liam/Louis) When one of Liam's classmates isn't getting the hint that he's not interested, Louis suggests they make him look unavailable.
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Put the Undersiders in a busy airport or train station. How do they handle it? Who gets onto a the wrong flight/train? How many times would Aisha use her power to get into the cockpit or engine room of the train?
oh my GOD how is putting the undersiders in a busy airport or train station not one of the Situations we've put them in yet. this is great. paging @simurghed urgently. everyone please share your undersiders go to busy airport or train station thoughts this is my favorite kind of autism to engage in
brian is like. You know he's being brian about this. you know he's got his schedule printed out and all the tickets pointed out and they're in some little binder and he's making sure he specifically is carrying it the whole time. and the one time lisa casually reminds him to make sure he has xyz necessary item he's like I Have It, Don't Be Neurotic, because his coping mechanism for being nervous and feeling like a woman is questioning his Authority (<- assumed as the main and eternal coping mechanism) is misogyny. love him.
obviously taylor is bringing bugs with her wherever they go and i like to imagine if theyre sitting down in an airport waiting for a really long time and they were in one of the areas where the birds have gotten inside and are nesting + looking for food (that's a universal airport feature right? the birds that got indoors and just live there now?) she might entertain alec and aisha and also herself by flying bugs around 4 the birds and leading them on little hunting excursions and into loops and shit.
aisha takes selfies in the cockpit or engine room (shes posing next to the pilot and making bunny ears behind their head with her fingers) whenever she gets bored and then comes back to show them to alec and brian realizes theres Muffled Laughter happening in their row after aishas been Not There for a while and is like. hmm. that cant be good. and is doing a really bad job of trying to twist himself out of his seat casual-style to find out whats all that then. i can also imagine him insisting on seating himself next to aisha
...three seat plane rows. brian sitting in the middle of aisha and alec and having a wretched time. taylor rachel and lisa lezzing it up in the row in front of them.
i think alec would really enjoy take-off on a plane because Wheee he's all floaty :) and then spend the next however many hours experiencing boredom-induced ego death. possible activities include: fiddling around on his ds. making a little teenager-typical 2011-era flipaclip animation. accidentally falling asleep on brian's arm and starting to snore and drool while aisha is doing the same thing on his other arm. watching a bad movie on his little in-flight tv screen and hopefully trying to engage both brian and aisha in conversation about it because he wants to have friends.
okay i diverged from the point of air Port or train Station sorry. ive never been in a real train station so i have less to speak for there but i think it would be fun to watch the undersiders get crotchety with each other in a long line for overpriced airport food.
imagine if you will brian and taylor trying to fit comfortably in a Nappable Position in the chairs in the flight waiting area. leg cramp city
i think this would all probably be very stressful for rachel :( maybe she andt aylor should hold hands about it. to be safe.
i want to see how lisa tries to make waiting in an airport an enriching and fulfilling activity for taylor so bad. honestly it would probably be no matter what. real bonding experience.
brian laborn tries to carry 9 suitcases at once: and other fun adventures in toxic masculinity
alec vasil has to go pee, right now, for approximately 10-15 minutes, when he's asked to find something in a heavy bag: and other fun adventures in shirking responsibility
aisha laborn's mysterious magical snack manifestation: and other fun adventures in robbing the airport
you know if they were at a busy train station brian would do that thing where he ushers the undersiders around physically and it is fully an indicator of his psychological issues but also it'd be cute. it'd be cute to watch him blocking the crowd so everyone else could move more comfortably and use his Height Advantage to guide everyone most efficiently by pressing on their backs. his psychological issues are endearing
people keep asking about How Much Longer Until Boarding and lisa starts getting bored and providing real-time updates of the Precise amount of time left. if theres a delay she reads out why too
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its nice. to imagine if they could have a fun time going to locations.
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Beginnings and Ends - SasuHina Recs
It's the 21st! That means it's fic writer appreciation day!
In celebration, I'd like to share some SH recs, but in a fun way!!! I'll be posting the first and last line of the fic, along with name, author, and brief description as to why I'm rec-ing it!
Good work, writers!
p.s. - Most of the links will be to FFNet, but if you see purple text, that means it's posted on AO3 as well~ I'm just doing this to save a little time on my end, but I understand some prefer reading on AO3!
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A Miracle by Eleanor Rigby 000
"A field trip!?" The class repeated. After that, several voices chirped, each of them commenting on how psyched they are for the class field trip.
"Forever," she assured
This is a angsty, passionate story of hurt, comfort, love, and meeting an old love. The story is Modern AU where Sasuke's a model and comes back to visit his childhood town, where he meets Hinata. Honestly, this is the first and only fic that has made me actively cry, and I cannot praise it enough! Please check it out!!!
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Okaeri by The Penumbra
She felt his fist connect with her stomach and went crashing down to the ground, barely having time to register what was happening.
"Okaeri, Sasuke. Welcome home."
This is sort of a prequel to the author's other fic "Snapshots: Black and White", which is also a stellar fic. It's set in canonverse, where Sasuke and Hinata slowly develop a friendship/relationship. You'll get your fair amount of angst, but really, you can hardly avoid such things in SH fics xD.
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Ichinen by Cinderella Starsend
Hyuuga Hinata stifled a yawn as she stepped out of the door and shut it behind her.
"And I love you."
I LOVE this fic! It's split into 12 chapters, each corresponding with a month. Hinata works at Ichiraku's in an attempt to get closer to Naruto, but she bonds with Sasuke more. I really enjoy fics set in the narutoverse that change things like this, mixing around dynamics so it's not always ninja stuff and war and training. It's a cute story, and the author's prose is beautiful!
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Neji Hyuuga: Matchmaker by emilyjm
Hyuuga Neji prided himself on seeing things other people never noticed.
Mission: matchmaker must be completed within five years.. Good luck, Neji!
UGHHHHH! Where do I start????? It's set in narutoverse where Neji's not only alive, but in charge of matchmaking everyone in Konoha so that he can get Sasuke and Hinata together. It's incredible sweet and incredibly moving and incredibly moving, and I love SH fics with a heavy focus on Neji. Please read it, and please read Another Story (sequel) which is JUST as good!!!
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When Will I Lose You by @elreinodelpurgatorio
Hinata, Lady of the Underworld, stands in her peach orchard and watches the Doom God and the Messenger God speak to each other.
One of these days, Sasuke, seated on a throne next to Hinata, is the one to look at a wretched soul and say: "Request denied."
This is a really fun HadesxPersephone AU where Hinata is Hades and Sasuke is Persephone! It's a short, magical read that is always a breath of fresh air! The author is really good at coming up with pretty sentences. Highly rec!
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What's Mine To Give by WritingHyuHin
After the massacre of his clan, Sasuke had one goal in his life at that young age. Revenge.
The things I do for you... Only you.... Hinata.
This is a rewriting of The Last movie, but SasuHina style! I think it's very believable and a fun thing to read, since I've watched The Last quite a few times. Seeing things that should be Naruto but are instead replaced with Sasuke warm my little, shipper heart. Give this one a chance!
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Nyctophilia by Sommernacht
For as long as he could remember, the night had offered him comfort.
"Indeed," he whispered against her skin. His fingers found their way under her fishnet top, making her shiver under the touch. "The most beautiful night."
Sommer hits it out of the park once again! This was their 2022 SHMonth one-shot in which Sasuke and Hinata secretly meet each other when 'borrowing' meds at night. They grow close and confide in one another, and I think it's a loving, deep connection that is impressive to make in just one chapter!
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A Study of Mannerisms and Other Alterations by MissLe
Sasuke Uchiha, as it was well known, was in possession of some very, very gorgeous eyes.
She decided, however, that the regal Uchiha nose would always hold a special place in her heart.
Ahhhh, this is probably one of my all time favorite fics! It's fluffy, it's cute, it's funny! I absolutely adore it! This fic is set in a Modern AU, where Hinata is a waitress at a cafe and Sasuke, a member of the firefighter team that comes by almost daily, has a pretty obvious crush on her. These two dweebs are adorable, and I read this fic so much!!!
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Uprooted by @kiljoius
Today, Hinata is 20.
“Maybe I can live with that.” Maybe she can, too, she thinks.
Arranged Marriage? Check. Fluff and Humor in a SH FIC of all things???? Check. Witty dialogue and amazing chemistry? Check check check! Without giving too many spoilers, this Modern AU fic follows Hinata and Sasuke, who plan to act 'over the top' in their arranged relationship in order to get out of it. Lets just say it doesn't work as planned for them huhu. This is a really fun fic, so if you're in the mood, give it a read!
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This is what I've got for now, but please feel free to comment or reblog with your own favorite fics (either your own or others) with their first and last lines.
@kiljoius @elreinodelpurgatorio @daifukumochiin @catruru @fher43 @gardenatsuntime @lavendereyedassassin @cariata @naoko-ichigo @lavender-long-stories @p-crowds @queenfox352 - You guys, too! Show off fics you like (or your own)!
Good work to all authors/writers out there! We love you!!!
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Summary: As winter wraps its chilly arms around them, Y/n and Elijah's bond deepens from tangled up in satin caps, unruly curls, to the sweet chaos of braiding hair.
Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Fem!reader
Prompt(s): Friends to lovers, "i can't believe you talked me into this.", "Stop moving and let me braid your hair."
Warning: a whole lotta fluff
A/N: I haven't really seen much fluffy Elijah Mikaelson fics lately, so I thought I'd write my own :)
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Winter had woven its frosty fingers through the city, coating rooftops and streets in a delicate layer of snow. For Y/n, it meant pulling out her trusty satin cap to tame the wild waves and curls that cascaded down her shoulders. The chilly air had a knack for stirring up her hair into a frenzy of frizz, much to her frustration.
Amidst the wintry backdrop, Y/n found comfort in the warmth of friendship, particularly in the company of Elijah Mikaelson. Their bond had grown stronger over time, from casual acquaintances to confidants who shared secrets beneath the glow of moonlit nights. Yet, there lingered an unspoken tension, a thread of something more that neither dared to unravel.
One evening, as the snow danced outside Y/n's window, Elijah arrived at her doorstep, a soft smile playing on his lips. "I thought we might enjoy some hot cocoa together," he suggested, the warmth of his voice melting away the chill of the night.
Y/n welcomed him inside, her heart fluttering at his presence. She couldn't deny the butterflies that danced in her stomach whenever he was near. But tonight, as they sat by the crackling fireplace, a different kind of nervousness tingled within her.
Elijah noticed the satin cap perched atop Y/n's head, a curious glint in his eyes. "What's this?" he inquired, reaching out to touch the smooth fabric.
"It's my secret weapon against the winter frizz," Y/n admitted sheepishly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "The humidity always wreaks havoc on my hair."
Elijah chuckled softly, his fingers lingering on the satin material. "I must say, I've never seen such a...contraption. But if it works for you, then it's worth its weight in gold."
As the night wore on, their laughter filled the air, mingling with the aroma of cocoa and crackling flames. Y/n found herself drawn to Elijah's magnetic presence, the way his eyes sparkled with understanding.
But it wasn't until a sudden gust of wind rattled the windows, sending Y/n's curls into a frenzy, that Elijah made his move. With a gentle hand, he reached for the satin cap, his touch sending shivers down Y/n's spine.
"May I?" he asked softly, his gaze searching hers for permission.
Y/n nodded, her heart racing with anticipation. "I can't believe you talked me into this," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.
Elijah flashed her a charming smile before carefully removing the satin cap, revealing the tousled waves and curls beneath. His fingers brushed against her hair, eliciting a soft gasp from Y/n's lips.
"Relax." he replied, his voice low and husky.
With practiced ease, Elijah set to work, his fingers deftly navigating through Y/n's locks. He parted her hair into sections, gently coaxing the curls into submission. Each touch sent a jolt of electricity coursing through Y/n's veins, igniting a fire that burned brighter than any winter night.
"Stop moving and let me braid your hair," Elijah teased, his lips curving into a playful grin.
Y/n complied, her heart pounding in her chest as Elijah wove intricate patterns into her hair. With each twist and turn, their connection deepened, intertwining their souls in a dance as old as time itself.
As the last braid fell into place, Elijah stepped back to admire his handiwork, a look of satisfaction crossing his features. "There," he said, his voice filled with pride. "Now you're ready to face the winter with style."
But for Y/n, the real magic wasn't in the braids or the satin cap, but in the way their friendship had grown into something deeper. And in that moment, surrounded by the cozy glow of the fire, wrapped in Elijah's arms from the chilly atmosphere, she looked into Elijah's eyes, and she couldn't help but wonder if this little encounter changed anything.
#elijah mikaelson#elijah mikaelson x reader#elijah mikaelson x female reader#the originals#vampire#vampire romance#new orleans#daniel gillies#fluff#elijah mikaelson fanfiction#elijah mikaelson fluff
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Paring: Yeonjun x Reader
Style: Friendship, romance, fluff
Warning: abusive family, violence, arguing
Word count: 15,172
In the backdrop of a home where discord was the soundtrack, Yeonjun carved out a sanctuary not in the echoes of solitude, but in the shared silences and laughter with a group that had become his chosen family. Among them was Y/N, whose presence turned the ordinary into something akin to magic. On a day marred by the usual cacophony of his parents' arguments, a simple message from Y/N on his phone felt like a lifeline thrown into the turbulent sea of his thoughts.
"Hey, we're all outside. Come out when you can," the message glowed on the screen, its simplicity belying the profound impact it had on him. Yeonjun couldn't help but smile, a rare and precious curve that lifted the heaviness off his heart, if only momentarily.
He quickly grabbed his leather jacket, the one piece that felt like armor against the world, and darted out the door. The cool evening air was a balm, and there they were, his friends, with Y/N standing slightly apart, her gaze wandering until it landed on him.
"There he is! Our knight in scuffed sneakers," Beomgyu called out, his voice laced with warmth and a hint of mischief.
"Very funny, Beomgyu. You're just jealous you can't pull these off," Yeonjun shot back, the banter feeling like a return to normalcy.
As the group laughed, Y/N moved closer. "Are you okay?" Her voice was soft, a contrast to the loudness of his home.
Yeonjun met her eyes, and for a moment, considered brushing off her concern with a joke. But something in her gaze stopped him. "Yeah, I'm good... now that I'm here," he admitted, allowing a sliver of his true feelings to show.
Y/N smiled, and it was like a promise of better things to come. "Good. We've missed you. We're planning a little adventure tonight. Are you in?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with the thrill of the unknown.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Yeonjun replied, the weight of his world momentarily lifted by the prospect of spending the evening with his friends and Y/N.
As they walked, the city's lights began to blur into a tapestry of colors, each moment spent with the group a brushstroke in the masterpiece of his youth. They shared stories that made them laugh until their sides hurt and confessions that brought them closer than ever.
"So, Yeonjun, when are you going to admit that you've got the biggest crush on Y/N?" Hueningkai teased, nudging him with an elbow.
Yeonjun felt a flush creep up his neck, but he played it cool. "What are you talking about, Kai? We're just friends," he managed to say, stealing a glance at Y/N, who was looking at him with an unreadable expression.
"Right, just friends don't look at each other like that," Taehyun chimed in, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
Before Yeonjun could respond, Y/N laughed, easing the tension. "Guys, stop teasing him. We're all friends here, right?"
The conversation flowed into the night, each moment a testament to the strength of their bonds. It was in these moments, surrounded by laughter and the comfort of friends, that Yeonjun felt a glimmer of hope, a belief in the possibility of happiness despite the chaos of his world.
As the night came to a close, Yeonjun found himself walking Y/N home, a silent agreement between them. "Thank you for tonight, Yeonjun. It means a lot, you being here," Y/N said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Hey, I should be thanking you. You... all of you, make everything seem okay," Yeonjun confessed, his voice laden with an emotion he rarely let show.
Y/N stopped and turned to face him, her eyes searching his. "Yeonjun, no matter what happens at home, know that you're not alone. We're here for you, I'm here for you," she said earnestly, reaching out to squeeze his hand.
Yeonjun felt a surge of warmth at her words, a sense of belonging enveloping him. "I know," he said softly, "and I'm here for you, too. Always."
Yeonjun's journey back to his room was a silent one, the stillness of his home a stark contrast to the warmth and noise of the evening he'd just left behind. The moment he entered his sanctuary, the first thing he did was collapse onto his bed, the events of the night replaying in his mind like a cherished movie. His gaze drifted to the picture on his bedside table—a memento from the final day of school that always brought a genuine smile to his face.
In the photo, his friends were a backdrop of joy, each of them embodying the carefree essence of their youth with wide grins and peace signs. And there was Y/N, her arms around Yeonjun in a playful embrace, her lips pressed to his cheek in a moment of spontaneous affection. It was a snapshot that spoke volumes of their friendship, a tangible memory of a day filled with laughter and light-heartedness.
His phone vibrated, pulling him from his reverie. Picking it up, he saw a flurry of messages from his friends, a continuation of their collective narrative even after the night had ended.
Soobin's message popped up first: "Hey, you made it home okay?"
Yeonjun typed back, "Yeah, just got in. Everything's quiet here. How about you guys?"
Beomgyu was quick to respond, his text a vibrant splash of his personality: "Got home and raided the fridge. Night's not over till I say it's over 😂."
Taehyun chimed in with his usual calm demeanor: "Home safe. Tonight was something else, wasn't it? We should plan something like this again soon."
Their conversation was a thread that wove through the fabric of his evening, stitching the moments of solitude with the comfort of belonging. Yet, it was the message from Y/N that he found himself hesitating over, her words a gentle echo of the night's earlier connection.
Y/N: "Made it home safe, thanks to you. Tonight was really fun, wasn't it?"
Yeonjun's fingers hovered over the keyboard. "It was. Thanks to you guys, it always is. Glad you got home okay."
There was a pause, a breath of time before her reply came through, "Yeah, it's always better with everyone together. Goodnight, Yeonjun."
"Goodnight, Y/N," he typed back, a sense of contentment settling over him. The conversation gradually wound down as each friend signed off for the night, leaving Yeonjun in the quiet of his room once again.
He lay back, the glow of his phone screen dimming as he set it aside. His thoughts were a mix of gratitude and a burgeoning hope for what the future might hold. Yeonjun's sleep was shattered not by an alarm, nor by the gentle rays of morning light, but by the all-too-familiar cacophony of raised voices echoing through the thin walls of their modest home. He lay there for a moment, heart sinking, as the fleeting warmth of a beautiful dream faded into the cold, harsh light of day. In his dream, there had been laughter, love, and light; he and Y/N had built a life filled with joy, surrounded by friends who were more like family, living out their passions. But as the arguing intensified, the dream evaporated, leaving behind a bitter longing for what could be.
With a heavy sigh, Yeonjun forced himself out of bed, the turmoil from the kitchen seeping into his very bones. He tried to prepare himself for the day, hoping to find some semblance of peace before facing his parents. Yet, peace was a stranger in this house, and as he entered the kitchen, the sight that greeted him tightened the knot in his stomach.
His father, red-faced and furious, was unleashing a torrent of accusations at his mother, who stood by the counter, her posture defeated, tears threatening to spill over.
Yeonjun's father slammed his hands down on the table, his voice booming, "You're useless! You can't do anything right!"
Yeonjun felt a rush of anger and protectiveness. He wanted to scream, to tell his father to stop, but he held his tongue, hoping the storm would pass. But it didn't. Instead, it grew worse. His mother whispered something in return, too low for Yeonjun to catch, but it was enough to send his father over the edge. The man's hand raised in a threatening arc, and Yeonjun couldn't hold back any longer.
"No!" Yeonjun's voice was a mix of rage and desperation as he stepped between his parents, catching his father's wrist mid-air. "You will not touch her. Not now, not ever."
His father's eyes blazed with fury, now directed at him. "Move, Yeonjun. This does not concern you."
But Yeonjun stood firm, his stance defiant. "It does when you're about to hurt my mother."
The response was a sharp slap across his face, the sound echoing through the room, a stark reminder of the dysfunction that had become their normal. Tears welled up in Yeonjun's eyes, not from the pain, but from the realization of how broken his family had become. Without another word, his father grabbed his jacket and stormed out, leaving a heavy silence in his wake.
Yeonjun turned to his mother, pulling her into a tight embrace as she finally allowed her tears to fall. "I'm so sorry, Mom," he whispered, the ache in his heart growing with each sob she tried to stifle against his shoulder.
The day dragged on, the weight of the morning's events heavy on Yeonjun's shoulders. He craved an escape, a moment of reprieve from the chaos of his home life. Picking up his phone, he sent a message to his friends and Y/N, "Need to see you guys. Can we meet up?" Their affirmative responses were quick, a small comfort in his turbulent world.
When they arrived, the concern was evident on their faces, especially Y/N's, who rushed to envelop him in a hug the moment she saw the red mark on his cheek. "Yeonjun, what happened?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.
Before he could respond, his friends sprang into action, tidying up the house, their presence a silent support that Yeonjun hadn't realized he needed so desperately. Hueningkai and Beomgyu took it upon themselves to order an abundance of food, ensuring they wouldn't need to worry about meals for the next few days.
As they settled into a semblance of normalcy, Yeonjun found himself opening up about the morning's confrontation, the words spilling out amidst a mix of anger, shame, and a deep-seated fear for his mother's well-being. His friends listened, their responses a mixture of outrage and sympathy, but it was Y/N's quiet assurance that soothed his frayed nerves the most.
"We're here for you, Yeonjun. You're not alone in this," Y/N said, her hand finding his in a gesture of solidarity. The warmth of her touch was a stark contrast to the coldness he felt at home.
As the evening unwound, Yeonjun's small apartment transformed into a haven of warmth and camaraderie, a stark contrast to the usual tension that filled the space. The laughter was genuine, the stories flowed freely, and for a moment, Yeonjun allowed himself to get lost in the joy of the present, surrounded by the people he loved and who loved him back. His mother, too, seemed to shed years of burden, her laughter mingling with theirs, a sound so rare and precious to Yeonjun.
They gathered around the modest living room, plates of food ordered by Beomgyu and Hueningkai scattered on the table, a feast in their little sanctuary. Y/N was nestled close to Yeonjun, her head resting gently against his shoulder, her presence a balm to the aches in his heart. His mother, once hesitant, now joined in with a lightness in her eyes, sharing tales of Yeonjun as a child, much to his mock embarrassment and their amusement.
As the night deepened, the laughter subsided into comfortable murmurs, the TV playing softly in the background. It was during one of these calm moments that Yeonjun's father stumbled in, the sharp smell of alcohol preceding him. His presence was like a cold wind, threatening to extinguish the warmth they had built. He paused, his gaze sweeping over the scene before him: his wife smiling for the first time in months, Yeonjun surrounded by friends, a stark reminder of what they were missing.
Yeonjun tensed, preparing for a confrontation, but his father merely frowned, a look of confusion or perhaps resentment flashing across his face. Without a word, he shuffled to the fridge, grabbed another beer, and retreated to his room, the door closing with a thud that echoed through the silent room.
For a moment, the atmosphere was charged with tension, but Yeonjun's friends were quick to adapt, refusing to let the brief intrusion shatter the peace. Beomgyu, ever the peacemaker, chuckled nervously and turned up the volume on the TV, suggesting they start another episode of the series they'd been binging. Hueningkai, with a glance at Yeonjun's mother, offered her a warm smile and another serving of food, his way of saying they were all there for each other.
Yeonjun's mother, touched by the gesture, accepted, her eyes meeting Yeonjun's. In them, he saw a mixture of gratitude and sorrow, a silent acknowledgment of the reality they lived in and the brief respite they had been granted.
"Thank you, all of you," she said softly, her voice thick with emotion. "For bringing laughter into this home again. For standing by my son... and by me."
Yeonjun felt Y/N stir beside him, her eyes blinking open. She looked up at him, then around at the room, sensing the shift. "Is everything okay?" she whispered, concern lacing her voice.
Yeonjun squeezed her hand, offering a reassuring smile. "Yeah, everything's fine. We're all here, together. That's what matters."
As they settled back into the evening, Yeonjun couldn't help but reflect on the complexity of emotions swirling within him. The presence of his father, even briefly, was a stark reminder of the challenges they faced, yet the solidarity of his friends and the unexpected strength of his mother filled him with hope.
In the quiet moments, Yeonjun shared his fears and dreams, his voice barely above a whisper, but his friends listened with a depth of understanding that only true companionship could offer. They talked about the future, about Yeonjun's dreams of opening his dance studio, about Y/N's upcoming book, about finding a way out of the cycle of despair and into a world where they could all thrive.
"It's not going to be easy," Yeonjun admitted, the weight of his reality pressing down on him. "But having you all here, knowing I'm not alone... it makes me believe that maybe, just maybe, we can make it through."
Y/N squeezed his hand tighter, her eyes reflecting the flickering light from the TV. "We'll make it through, Yeonjun. Together," she promised, a vow that filled the room, enveloping them all in a sense of unity and determination.
As the night wore on, they made plans, sketched out dreams, and fortified their bonds, the darkness outside no match for the light within. And when they finally settled down to sleep, scattered across the living room in an assortment of blankets and pillows, it was with a sense of peace that had been absent from Yeonjun's life for too long. The morning after their impromptu sleepover began with the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on the scene of camaraderie and makeshift family that had formed in Yeonjun's living room. Beomgyu and Soobin, the early risers of the group, tiptoed through the quiet house, a silent agreement between them not to disturb the others just yet.
Peering down the hallway, they spotted Yeonjun's mother, who had sought refuge in her son's bed, a move that spoke volumes about the night before. "She looks peaceful," Soobin whispered, a note of relief in his voice.
"Yeah, let's keep it down. She deserves some rest," Beomgyu agreed, as they both headed towards the kitchen to start on breakfast.
The sight of Y/N and Yeonjun, curled up together on the small couch under a blanket, brought a smile to Beomgyu's face. "They look like a pile of puppies," he chuckled quietly, careful not to wake them.
Soobin couldn't help but smile too. "Let's make sure we have coffee ready. It's going to be a long day."
As the aroma of coffee began to fill the apartment, Taehyun and Hueningkai emerged from their sleeping spots, rubbing sleep from their eyes. "Smells good," Taehyun mumbled, heading straight for the coffee pot.
"Did anyone survive the night without any drama?" Hueningkai asked, half-joking as he joined the others in the kitchen.
"Quiet, you'll wake them," Beomgyu hissed, nodding towards the living room where Yeonjun and Y/N were still asleep.
The group shared a light laugh, their spirits lifted by the sense of unity among them. It wasn't long before Yeonjun's mother joined them, her expression one of gratitude as she surveyed the young people who had become her son's protectors and supporters.
"Morning, everyone. I can't thank you enough for being here," she said, her voice soft but filled with emotion.
"We're just glad we could help," Soobin replied, handing her a cup of coffee.
The morning tranquility was momentarily disrupted by the arrival of Yeonjun's father, his mood as sour as the hangover he was nursing. His scowl deepened upon seeing the group gathered in his kitchen, but a sharp look from his wife and the united front presented by Yeonjun's friends made him think twice about starting a confrontation.
"Mornin'," he grunted, barely a greeting, before making a beeline for the fridge.
"Not now," Yeonjun's mother muttered under her breath, a silent plea for peace that her husband surprisingly heeded, grabbing a bottle of water and retreating back to the shadows of the house.
With the air cleared, the group quickly finished their preparations. "Alright, team, let's head out. Arcade day, right?" Taehyun announced, the excitement clear in his voice.
"Yeah, let's give Yeonjun and Y/N a bit of a wake-up call first," Hueningkai suggested, a mischievous glint in his eye.
The gentle chaos of rousing their friends was met with groans and laughter, the perfect start to what promised to be a day filled with much-needed distraction and fun. As they left the house, Yeonjun's mother waved them off, a silent thank you in her eyes.
The arcade was alive with the sounds of games and laughter, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere they had left behind. As they moved from game to game, the weight of the previous night began to lift, replaced by the simple joy of being together.
Yeonjun, who had been quiet, finally broke his silence with a laugh, his arm around Y/N as they teamed up against Beomgyu and Soobin in a racing game. "I bet we can beat you with our eyes closed," he teased, the challenge accepted with eager shouts.
The day passed in a blur of games, laughter, and shared moments. Every high score was a victory, every loss met with good-natured ribbing. It was a reminder of the strength found in their friendship, a bond that had only grown stronger in the face of adversity.
As the sun began to set, they gathered outside the arcade, the glow of the neon signs casting colorful shadows on their faces. "Today was needed," Yeonjun admitted, looking at each of his friends. "Thanks, guys. For everything."
"It's what families do, right?" Taehyun said, the others nodding in agreement.
"Yeah, we've got your back, always," Beomgyu added, his sentiment echoed by nods and smiles from the rest.
As the day waned and their friends made their way out the door with promises to return, Yeonjun and his mother found themselves in the quiet aftermath, the echoes of laughter still bouncing off the walls. The temporary reprieve had been a much-needed distraction, but now, with the house returning to its usual state, reality set in once again.
Yeonjun's mother, her expression a mixture of gratitude and resignation, turned to him. "They're good kids, you know. You're lucky to have friends like that."
Yeonjun nodded, the weight of their departure settling on his shoulders. "Yeah, I know. They're more like family, really. They'll be back, though. They always come back."
The conversation shifted as Yeonjun began to gather the remnants of their day, his thoughts already racing ahead to the future he envisioned—one far away from the turmoil that had become a staple in their home.
"Mom, I've been thinking a lot about work lately," Yeonjun started, breaking the silence that had started to creep in. "You know I've been saving up every penny I can, right?"
His mother, wiping down the table, paused to look at him. "Yes, I know. You're working so hard, Yeonjun. I wish you didn't have to."
Yeonjun shook his head, a determined glint in his eye. "No, it's okay. It's for a good reason. I'm not just saving up to move out. I want to make sure we can both leave this place. You know, find somewhere better... away from him."
The air between them grew heavy, the unspoken understanding of what 'him' meant hanging like a cloud. Yeonjun's father, with his unpredictable moods and destructive habits, had become the catalyst for Yeonjun's relentless drive.
"I want to open my own dance studio too, you know that. But it's not just about the studio or moving out. I want to make sure you're safe, that we can both be safe. And I want to... I want to take Y/N out on a proper date. She deserves that much."
His mother smiled, a sad twist to her lips. "Yeonjun, you're thinking about everyone else. What about what you want?"
"I am thinking about what I want. I want all of us to be happy, especially you. And I'll work as much as I need to make that happen. I've even taken on extra shifts. Every little bit helps."
The resolve in Yeonjun's voice was palpable. His mother reached across the table, placing her hand over his. "You're a good son, Yeonjun. I'm proud of you. But don't overwork yourself. Your happiness is important too."
Yeonjun nodded, the weight of his responsibilities a constant companion. "I know, Mom. But I can handle it. We'll get through this, together."
The conversation drifted to more practical matters—budgets, potential apartments, the logistics of moving—and with each word, the plan became more real, a tangible future they could both reach for.
In the days that followed, Yeonjun threw himself into his work with renewed vigor, the dream of a better life fueling his every action. His job, though part-time, became a stepping stone to something greater, each shift an opportunity to inch closer to freedom.
During breaks, he researched dance studios, jotting down ideas and budgets in a worn notebook he kept in his locker. He envisioned a space filled with music and laughter, a stark contrast to the stifled atmosphere of his current home.
And through it all, he thought of Y/N, her smile a beacon in the darker moments. He imagined their date, nothing extravagant, but something meaningful—a testament to their journey together.
Yeonjun's mother watched her son's tireless efforts, her heart a mix of sorrow and pride. She knew the sacrifices he was making, the dreams he was deferring, all for the sake of a brighter future for them both.
As Yeonjun returned home late one evening, his body weary but his spirit undeterred, he found his mother waiting up for him, a simple meal laid out on the table.
"Mom, you didn't have to wait," he said, guilt edging his voice.
"I wanted to. We're in this together, remember?" she replied, her smile tired but genuine.
The clatter of dishes and the hum of conversation filled the cozy confines of the cafe, a soothing backdrop to the gathering of friends. Yeonjun, despite the evident fatigue etched in the lines of his face, wore a smile that seemed to light up the room. Across from him, Hueningkai and Soobin sipped their drinks, their attention fully on Yeonjun as they caught up on each other's lives.
"So, you've been practically living at work, man," Soobin observed, eyeing Yeonjun's weary appearance with a mix of concern and admiration. "You're pushing yourself too hard."
Yeonjun shrugged, his smile unwavering. "It's been a lot, yeah, but it's all for a good reason. I've got plans, big plans."
Hueningkai leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "Big plans? Like what? Finally going to conquer the world with your dance moves?"
Laughing, Yeonjun shook his head. "Not exactly. But you're not too far off. I've been saving up, you know, working all those extra hours. And I've finally hit one of my goals."
Soobin's eyes widened, a realization dawning. "Wait, are you talking about asking Y/N out? You've been talking about that for ages!"
"Yeah," Yeonjun confessed, his cheeks coloring slightly. "I wanted to make sure I could do it right. Take her out somewhere nice, make it special. I didn't want to half-ass it, especially not with her."
The table fell into a brief silence, the significance of the moment settling over them. Yeonjun had been vocal about his feelings for Y/N for as long as anyone could remember, but his determination to provide a memorable experience was a testament to the depth of his affection.
"So, when are you going to ask her?" Hueningkai asked, his excitement barely contained.
"I was thinking this weekend," Yeonjun replied, his voice a mix of nerves and excitement. "There's this place I've had my eye on for a while. It's not overly fancy, but it's special. I think she'll like it."
Soobin nodded approvingly. "That sounds perfect, man. Y/N's lucky to have someone who puts so much thought into making her happy."
Yeonjun smiled, a hint of pride in his expression. "I just want her to feel special, you know? After everything that's happened, she deserves a bit of happiness."
The conversation shifted then, the friends discussing potential date ideas, each suggestion more elaborate than the last. Yeonjun listened, amused and grateful for their input, but his mind was made up. He wanted the evening to be a reflection of his feelings—genuine, heartfelt, and memorable.
As the afternoon waned, the trio lingered over their drinks, the cafe's warm ambiance a comforting presence. Yeonjun's earlier exhaustion seemed to fade, replaced by a growing sense of anticipation. The road ahead was still fraught with challenges, but for the first time in a long while, he felt ready to face them head-on.
Finally, it was time to part ways. The friends exchanged hugs and words of encouragement, promising to meet up again soon.
"Let us know how it goes," Soobin said as they stepped outside, the city's hustle and bustle enveloping them once more.
"I will," Yeonjun promised, a determined glint in his eye.
As Yeonjun navigated the quiet streets toward his home, his mind was a whirlwind of anticipation and nerves. The day's fatigue seemed to ebb away with each step he took, replaced by a burgeoning excitement about the conversation he was about to have. He had played this moment over in his head countless times, each scenario slightly different, but all ending with him finally revealing his feelings to Y/N.
Reaching his door, he paused, taking a deep breath of the cool night air. The contrast between the vibrant atmosphere of the cafe and the solitude of his home was stark, yet it provided the perfect backdrop for him to collect his thoughts. Inside, the silence enveloped him, a blank canvas for the myriad emotions painting his psyche.
"It's now or never," he whispered to himself, pulling out his phone. His fingers hovered over the call button, a battle between fear and courage playing out in the pit of his stomach. With a determined press, the call connected, and the sound of ringing filled the room, a ticking countdown to the moment of truth.
After a few heartbeats, her voice came through, soft and melodic, a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. "Hey, Yeonjun, what's up? It's kinda late, isn't it?"
"Hey, Y/N," Yeonjun started, trying to keep his voice steady. "Yeah, sorry for calling so late. I just... I needed to talk to you about something."
There was a hint of concern in her reply. "Is everything okay? You sound a bit off."
He chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, everything's fine. It's just, I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about...us."
"Us?" Her voice was laced with curiosity, tinged with a hint of something he couldn't quite place.
"Yeah, you know, we've been friends for so long, and you've always been there for me. And I've realized that I feel something more for you. I like you, Y/N. More than just a friend."
There was a brief silence, the kind that stretches out, filling the space with tension and unspoken questions.
"Yeonjun, I... This is a lot to take in. I mean, you're one of my closest friends. I've always cared about you, but I never thought..." Her voice trailed off, searching for the right words.
He rushed to fill the silence, his heart racing. "I know it's a lot, and I don't want to make things weird between us. I just couldn't keep pretending that my feelings for you were just platonic. I understand if you don't feel the same way, but I had to be honest with you."
There was another pause, this one thoughtful, as if she was weighing her words carefully. "Yeonjun, I've always admired your honesty, and I'm touched that you feel this way about me. I guess I've always been afraid to acknowledge my own feelings, worried it might ruin our friendship. But hearing you say all this... it's opened my eyes. I think I might feel the same way."
A wave of relief washed over Yeonjun, his knees almost buckling under the weight of his released tension. "Really? You do?"
"Yes, I do. But this is all so new to me. I'm not sure what to do next," she admitted, her voice a mix of excitement and apprehension.
Yeonjun smiled, a genuine, wide smile that felt like it could light up the darkness around him. "How about we start simple? Would you like to go out on a date with me? Nothing too fancy, just a chance for us to explore these feelings and see where it takes us."
"I'd like that," Y/N replied, her voice now holding a warmth that set his heart ablaze. "It sounds perfect."
They talked for a while longer, discussing potential places for their date, each suggestion sparking laughter and shared excitement. As the conversation wound down, Yeonjun felt a profound sense of contentment. He had taken a leap into the unknown, and instead of falling, he found himself soaring on the wings of new possibilities.
"Goodnight, Yeonjun," Y/N said softly as they said their farewells. "I'm really looking forward to our date."
"Me too, Y/N. Goodnight."
Yeonjun glanced at the clock again, feeling the seconds tick by with agonizing slowness. His shift at the cafe was almost over, but with each passing minute, his anxiety spiked. Today wasn't just any day; it was the day he'd finally go on a date with Y/N. He'd been planning everything meticulously, determined to make it perfect. However, the realization that he had to transition from his work persona to date-ready in under two hours was daunting.
"Alright, just fifteen more minutes," he muttered to himself, wiping down the counter with more vigor than necessary.
When his shift finally ended, Yeonjun practically bolted, grabbing his backpack and nearly sprinting towards the door. His manager, caught between amusement and mild concern, couldn't help but call out, "Hot date tonight, Yeonjun?"
Yeonjun, already halfway out, turned to flash a grin that was equal parts excitement and nerves. "Something like that!" he called back, the door swinging shut behind him.
The moment he arrived home, he was a whirlwind of activity. A quick, albeit thorough, shower was followed by an intense debate over what to wear. He settled on a smart-casual ensemble that felt just right—not too formal, but definitely a step up from his usual work attire.
His mother, ever the supportive figure in his life, noticed his jittery demeanor. "You'll do great, Yeonjun. Just be yourself; that's the son I'm proud of," she reassured him, her words a comforting balm to his frayed nerves.
His father, however, was less enthusiastic. "All this fuss over a date," he grumbled from his corner of the living room. "Seems like a waste of time to me."
Yeonjun chose to ignore the comment, focusing instead on the positive energy his mother provided. He didn't have time for negativity, not today.
The sound of a car pulling up outside snapped Yeonjun out of his reverie. It was time. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door to find Y/N standing there, looking breathtakingly pretty. The way she looked at him, with eyes that sparkled with admiration, made his heart skip a beat. "Wow, Y/N, you look amazing," he managed to say, his voice steady despite the butterflies dancing in his stomach.
"And you look very handsome, Yeonjun," she replied, her smile wide and genuine.
The drive to the restaurant was filled with comfortable chatter, both of them easing into the evening. Yeonjun had chosen a place he'd mentioned to Soobin and Hueningkai, a cozy spot known for its great atmosphere and delicious food. Dinner was a lively affair, with both of them sharing stories and laughs, the initial nerves giving way to a comfortable, joyful connection.
After dinner, Yeonjun suggested the arcade, a throwback to their childhood days. The competitive spark between them was immediate and delightful, each trying to best the other in various games. The highlight of the arcade visit was Yeonjun winning Y/N a plushie after several attempts at a claw machine. Her delighted laughter and the way she hugged the plushie to her chest was a memory Yeonjun knew he'd cherish.
To cap off the evening, they strolled through a nearby street market, the air filled with the enticing aromas of street food and the sounds of night vendors hawking their wares. They shared an ice cream, laughing over shared jokes and the simple joy of being together in the moment.
As the night drew to a close, and they headed back to Y/N's car, Yeonjun felt a sense of contentment wash over him. The date had been everything he'd hoped for and more. Not because it was extravagant or flawless, but because it was real, filled with genuine moments of connection and joy.
"Tonight was really special, Y/N," he said as they reached the car, reluctant for the evening to end.
"It was, wasn't it?" she agreed, her eyes reflecting the soft glow of the streetlights. "Thank you, Yeonjun, for everything."
Yeonjun and Y/N's journey back home was enveloped in a serene silence, both lost in reflections of the evening's joys. The glow of streetlights flickered through the car windows, casting a warm, ambient light over their shared moments of quiet contentment. As Y/N's car rolled to a stop outside Yeonjun's house, a soft sigh escaped Yeonjun, marking the end of an unforgettable night.
"Thanks for tonight, Y/N. It was... it was really special," Yeonjun said, his voice a soft murmur, laden with unspoken emotions.
In a moment brimming with newfound closeness, Yeonjun leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Y/N's cheek. A blush crept across his cheeks as he pulled back, meeting Y/N's gaze. "I... I hope we can do this again. Like, maybe go on a second date?"
Y/N's smile widened, her eyes lighting up with the promise of future adventures. "I'd like that," she replied, her heart skipping a beat.
With a final wave, Yeonjun stepped out of the car, his steps light as he made his way to his front door. He turned back to see Y/N drive away, their parting filled with silent promises and hopeful anticipation.
Inside, the house was quiet, the late hour lending a stillness that allowed Yeonjun to move silently, careful not to disturb the fragile peace. He made his way to his room, his mind replaying every moment of the evening. After a quick shower, he slipped into bed, the soft sheets a comforting embrace as he reached for his phone.
A group chat with his friends was already buzzing with curiosity, eager for details of his date. Yeonjun couldn't help but smile as he began typing, sharing the highlights of his night with Y/N. The conversation was filled with teasing, congratulations, and endless questions, his friends' enthusiasm a testament to their support and friendship.
"So, she actually beat you at the arcade games?" Hueningkai's incredulous text popped up.
Yeonjun laughed, typing back, "Yeah, and she was brilliant. I won her a plushie though, so I guess that's a win for me."
"Soobin chimed in, "Man, you're really into her, aren't you?"
Yeonjun paused, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. "Yeah, I am," he finally admitted, a sense of clarity washing over him. "I really am."
The conversation continued into the night, a mix of playful banter and sincere advice, until one by one, they wished each other good night. Yeonjun set his phone aside, a contented sigh escaping him. The next morning, Yeonjun woke up to the sunlight filtering through his curtains, casting a warm glow across his room. The events of the previous night felt like a dream, yet the emotions it stirred within him were undeniably real. He stretched, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Today felt different, lighter somehow, as if the simple act of sharing his feelings with Y/N had lifted a weight off his shoulders.
He got ready for the day, his steps buoyed by the lightness in his heart. As he moved through his morning routine, his thoughts kept drifting back to Y/N, to their conversations, and to the promise of a second date.
As the first rays of sunlight crept through his window, Yeonjun was already awake, his mind replaying the magic of the previous night. The moments spent with Y/N felt surreal, imbued with a warmth that lingered in his heart, stirring emotions deep within. He stretched, a smile playing on his lips, sensing an inexplicable lightness—a buoyancy that made the prospect of facing the day not just bearable but eagerly anticipated.
His morning routine was a dance of habitual motions, but today, each step was infused with the residual joy of shared laughter and whispered promises. Yeonjun's thoughts were a carousel of memories with Y/N, their easy conversations, the spark of connection, and the thrilling prospect of what was yet to come.
As he moved through the house, his mother's eyes followed him, alight with a mix of happiness and relief at seeing her son so visibly uplifted. "You seem different today, Yeonjun. Lighter," she observed, her voice a soft melody in the quiet of the morning.
Yeonjun couldn't help but agree, his heart swelling with a happiness he hadn't known was missing. "It's Y/N," he admitted, allowing the name to hang between them, a testament to the change she'd brought into his life. "Last night was... it was amazing, Mom."
His father, however, remained a thundercloud in their otherwise serene morning, his words laced with bitterness and skepticism. "Love, happiness... You think it's all so simple, don't you? Just wait, you'll tire of each other soon enough," he slurred, the stench of alcohol lingering in the air from the night before.
The words stung, but Yeonjun refused to let them tarnish the brightness of his mood. "I'm not you, Dad," he shot back, the resolve in his voice stronger than he felt. Turning to his mother, he searched her eyes for understanding. "How can you stay with him when he doesn't even care for us? I love Y/N, genuinely, unlike..."
His father cut him off with a harsh laugh, his words sharp as daggers. "Love? You're just kids playing at a game you don't understand. And don't forget, without me, you'd have nothing."
The accusation hung heavy in the air, but Yeonjun's mother quickly stepped in, her voice a soothing balm. "Yeonjun, remember your dreams. You're working hard for your future, for your dance studio. Don't let anything derail you."
His father's mocking laughter at the mention of Yeonjun's ambitions only fueled his determination. "Spend all your money on that girl if you want, but dreams won't pay the bills."
A cold silence followed, the tension palpable. Yeonjun's gaze locked with his mother's, finding solace in the silent communication they shared. Despite the chaos, her belief in him was unshakeable.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Yeonjun grabbed his breakfast, his resolve hardened. "I'll prove you wrong, Dad. Both with Y/N and my dreams."
The air felt heavier as he left the house, the weight of his father's skepticism a familiar burden. Yet, the thought of Y/N and the future they could build together propelled him forward. Work awaited, a means to an end, each shift bringing him closer to the independence and freedom he so desperately sought.
Yeonjun's phone vibrated with a new message as he leaned against the counter, his break offering a brief escape into the world he and Y/N were slowly building together. The text was from Taehyun, filled with the usual banter and inquiries about his day, a stark contrast to the chill of his home environment.
"Hey, Yeonjun, how's the lovebird doing today?" Taehyun teased, the text lighting up his screen.
Yeonjun couldn't help but smile, typing back quickly. "Floating on cloud nine, man. It's weird how much one night can change things."
Almost immediately, Hueningkai chimed in, his enthusiasm evident even through text. "Details, man! We need details! Is a second date in the works?"
Yeonjun laughed softly, his fingers flying over the keys. "Yeah, we're planning something. It's amazing, you know, feeling this... happy."
Before he could continue, his boss, Mr. Kim, stepped into the break room, a knowing smile on his face. "Yeonjun, got a minute?"
Yeonjun looked up, surprised. "Sure, Mr. Kim. What's up?"
Mr. Kim leaned against the doorway, his demeanor serious yet kind. "I've noticed your hard work these past weeks, Yeonjun. You've been pulling a lot of weight around here, and it hasn't gone unnoticed."
Yeonjun felt a flicker of pride, mixed with curiosity. "Thank you, sir. I'm just doing my part."
"Well, your part has earned you a bit more than gratitude," Mr. Kim continued, the smile returning to his face. "I'm talking about a raise. The cafe is doing well, thanks in part to employees like you. I think it's only fair to reward that dedication."
For a moment, Yeonjun was speechless, the news sinking in. "A raise? Really?"
"Yes, really," Mr. Kim confirmed. "You've been a key part of our success here. It's time that was reflected in your paycheck."
Yeonjun felt a rush of gratitude and relief. "Thank you, Mr. Kim. This... this means a lot to me. More than you know."
"I'm glad to hear it. Keep up the good work, Yeonjun. And enjoy that cloud nine of yours," Mr. Kim said with a wink, leaving Yeonjun to his thoughts.
As soon as Mr. Kim left, Yeonjun picked up his phone again, his excitement bubbling over. He quickly shared the news with Taehyun and Hueningkai.
"Guys, you won't believe this. Just got a raise at work!"
The responses were immediate, a flurry of congratulations and emojis flooding the screen.
"Dude, that's awesome! Drinks on you, then?" Taehyun joked.
Hueningkai added, "Seriously, Yeonjun, that's great news. Looks like everything's coming up roses for you."
Yeonjun couldn't help but agree. With the promise of a second date with Y/N, the support of his friends, and now a raise at work, he felt like he was finally gaining momentum, moving towards the future he'd always dreamed of.
"Thanks, guys. It feels like things are finally starting to change for the better," Yeonjun texted back, a sense of hope and determination settling in his chest.
As the weeks melded into each other, Yeonjun found himself in a whirlwind of positive change. His diligence at work, amplified by the recent raise, had not only made his life a bit more comfortable but also enriched his relationship with Y/N. By the time of their fifth date, they had taken a step that felt both thrilling and natural: they decided to make their relationship official.
This new chapter in his life also meant more frequent gatherings with his close-knit circle of friends. With a bit more financial freedom, Yeonjun found joy in organizing these meetups, which had become a cherished ritual among them. Today, as usual, they chose the park for their rendezvous – a place that held countless memories and promised the creation of many more.
Yeonjun and Y/N approached their friends, the easy closeness between them unmistakable. Yeonjun's arm was casually draped around Y/N, a gesture that spoke volumes about their relationship. Their arrival was met with knowing smiles and excited glances from Soobin, Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Hueningkai, who had been rooting for them from the start.
"So, it's official then?" Beomgyu teased, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "Took you long enough."
Yeonjun couldn't help but grin, the happiness evident in his voice. "Yeah, it's official. I guess we finally figured it out."
Y/N laughed, squeezing Yeonjun's hand. "It seems we did. And I couldn't be happier."
Taehyun, always the observer, added with a smile, "We all saw it coming. You two are perfect for each other."
Soobin, the group's unspoken leader, nodded in agreement. "We're really happy for you guys. It's great to see two of our own finding something special."
Hueningkai, the youngest but not any less enthusiastic, piped up, "We should celebrate! What about a game? Winners get treated by the new couple!"
Yeonjun laughed, the sound rich with contentment. "I think we can manage that. But don't think we'll make it easy for you."
With teams formed and the game set, they kicked off, running across the grass with the energy and abandon of youth. The game was a mix of genuine skill and comedic errors, with missed goals and accidental stumbles adding to the fun.
Amidst the game, Yeonjun stole glances at Y/N, her laughter mixing with the late afternoon breeze, a sound he found himself wanting to hear for the rest of his days. The sight of her, so full of life and joy, made his heart swell with an emotion so profound it was almost overwhelming.
As the game came to a pause, Yeonjun seized the moment. He walked over to Y/N, his gaze softening as he looked into her eyes, those windows to her soul that he found himself getting lost in more and more each day. Without a word, he leaned in, and in front of their cheering friends, he kissed her—a declaration not just of love, but of commitment and a shared future.
The kiss was met with a mixture of wolf-whistles and applause from their friends, the atmosphere rich with the kind of acceptance and support that only true friendship can provide.
"So, this is what victory looks like," Beomgyu teased, as they broke apart, their faces flushed not just from the game but from the moment they had shared.
Yeonjun, undeterred and smiling broadly, wrapped an arm around Y/N. "In more ways than one," he agreed, his voice filled with a happiness that was palpable.
Later, Y/N and Yeonjun meandered through the bustling streets, their fingers intertwined, basking in the afterglow of an evening spent with friends. Their laughter mingled with the city's nighttime symphony, a testament to the simplicity of their joy. As they walked, the glow of a room filled with bank machines caught their attention, prompting Yeonjun to pause.
"Give me a sec, okay? I just need to grab some cash," Yeonjun said, squeezing Y/N's hand reassuringly before releasing it to step inside.
Y/N watched from outside, her gaze following Yeonjun as he navigated the compact space. After a moment, Yeonjun returned to her, but something in his hand caught her eye—a lottery scratch card, seemingly discarded and forgotten.
"What's that?" Y/N asked, curiosity piqued as she pointed to the piece of paper now cradled in Yeonjun's hand.
"Oh, this? Found it on the floor in there," Yeonjun replied, holding up the lottery ticket for her to see. He turned it over in his hands, contemplative. "Kinda makes you wonder, doesn't it? Why it was left behind."
Y/N frowned slightly, the worry evident in her furrowed brow. "But isn't that... I mean, should you just take it?"
Yeonjun chuckled softly, noting the concern in her voice. "I doubt anyone's coming back for it. And who knows? Could be our lucky day," he said with a wink, trying to ease her worries with his lighthearted tone.
Still, Y/N couldn't shake off a lingering unease. "Just feels a bit odd, picking up something that's not ours."
"Hey," Yeonjun said gently, catching her gaze with a reassuring look. "It's just a scratch card. No harm in keeping it, right? If it's a winner, we'll consider it fate. If not, no loss. But I promise, if it feels wrong, we'll get rid of it."
With a soft sigh, Y/N nodded, trusting Yeonjun's judgment. He smiled and carefully slid the ticket into his jacket pocket, ensuring it was secure. "For safekeeping," he said, his voice filled with an optimism that was infectious.
Reassured, Y/N allowed the moment to pass, her initial hesitation giving way to the comfort of Yeonjun's presence. They resumed their walk, the city lights guiding their way home.
A few days later, Yeonjun's day at the café was a whirlwind of non-stop customers, the constant hum of activity barely giving him a moment's peace. Amidst the chaos, his phone buzzed relentlessly with messages from home, each one hinting at the escalating tension between his parents. He tried to keep his spirits up, focusing on the tasks at hand, but the undercurrent of worry was hard to ignore.
"Yeonjun, can you handle table seven?" Mr. Kim's voice cut through the din of the café, pulling Yeonjun back to the present.
"Yes, Mr. Kim, right away!" Yeonjun replied, pushing his personal concerns to the back of his mind as he attended to the customers with a practiced smile.
As the day wore on, Mr. Kim noticed the strain on his staff, especially Yeonjun, who seemed more distracted than usual. Approaching Yeonjun, he placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You're doing great, Yeonjun. I've seen you juggle four tables at once today. Remarkable!"
"Thank you, sir. It's a bit hectic, but I'm managing," Yeonjun responded, the gratitude evident in his voice despite the exhaustion.
Toward the end of the shift, Mr. Kim gathered his team, praising their hard work and announcing his plans to hire more help to ease their burden. "And for your outstanding effort today, everyone gets a bonus. You've earned it," he declared, handing out envelopes with a generous bonus.
Yeonjun's heart lifted slightly at the gesture, a small balm for the stress of the day. "Thank you, Mr. Kim. This means a lot to all of us."
With the bonus in his pocket and a weary spirit, Yeonjun made his way home, hoping for a quiet evening to unwind. However, the moment he stepped through the front door, the fragile peace he longed for shattered.
His father, visibly more intoxicated than usual, was in the midst of a heated argument with his mother. Without warning, his father threw a punch, sending his mother stumbling back. Yeonjun's heart raced, fury and shock coursing through him.
"Dad! What are you doing?!" Yeonjun yelled, rushing forward to intervene, positioning himself between his parents.
His father, startled and angered by the interruption, turned his wrath towards Yeonjun. "Mind your own business, boy!" he slurred, swinging a fist in Yeonjun's direction.
Yeonjun dodged the first swing but caught the second, the impact sending a jolt of pain through him. "How dare you lay a hand on her!" he shouted back, his voice filled with disbelief and anger.
His mother's cries filled the room as Yeonjun, acting on instinct, grabbed a nearby bottle and swung it at his father, knocking him out cold. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the sound of his mother's sobbing.
"It's okay, Mom. We're leaving this place right now," Yeonjun said decisively, his voice firm yet gentle as he helped his mother to her feet.
Together, they quickly packed some essentials, the adrenaline fueling their actions. Yeonjun knew there was only one place they could go where they would be safe and welcome: Y/N's apartment.
Y/N, caught in the throes of writer's block and half-watching a TV show, jumped at the sudden knock on her door. The door cam revealed Yeonjun and his mother, both looking distressed and bruised. Heart pounding, she rushed to open the door.
"Yeonjun, Mrs. Choi, what happened?" Y/N gasped, her eyes widening in shock at their appearance.
Yeonjun's voice trembled as he recounted the night's events, the words spilling out in a rush. "My dad... he lost control. He attacked Mom, and I had to stop him. We couldn't stay there, not after that."
Y/N immediately sprang into action, her own concerns forgotten as she ushered them inside. "You're safe here, both of you. Don't worry about a thing," she assured them, her voice steady and comforting.
As Yeonjun and his mother settled in, Y/N fetched ice packs and a first aid kit, treating their bruises with careful hands. The living room, usually a place of relaxation and creativity for Y/N, transformed into a makeshift sanctuary for the night.
"Thank you, Y/N. I don't know what we would have done without you," Yeonjun said, his eyes meeting hers, gratitude mingling with a myriad of other emotions.
Y/N smiled softly, her heart going out to them. "You're family, Yeonjun. We stick together, no matter what."
The night deepened, wrapping the apartment in a serene silence, broken only by the low murmur of Yeonjun and Y/N's voices as they navigated through their thoughts and worries. Yeonjun's mother, seeking refuge in the quiet sanctuary of the spare room, left the two in a cocoon of shared concern, the soft glow of the streetlights outside casting gentle shadows around them.
Yeonjun, perched uneasily on the edge of the couch, his gaze lost in the tumultuous sea of his thoughts, was barely aware of his phone buzzing incessantly on the coffee table. It was a constant reminder of the reality waiting outside Y/N's comforting walls.
"I can't stop thinking about what's next," Yeonjun confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to shatter the delicate peace surrounding them. "I mean, we can't stay here forever, can we?"
Y/N, who had been sitting quietly beside him, took his hand in hers, her touch warm and reassuring. "We'll figure it out, Yeonjun. You're not alone in this," she said softly, her words a balm to his frayed nerves.
He shook his head, a rueful smile playing on his lips. "I just hate putting you in this position, Y/N. It's not fair to you."
"Life's not about fairness, Yeonjun. It's about being there for the people we care about," Y/N countered gently, her gaze locked with his, a spark of resolve lighting her eyes. "And you'd do the same for me, wouldn't you?"
"Without hesitation," he replied, the sincerity in his voice unmistakable.
Their conversation drifted, from practical plans for the coming days to the shared memories that had woven the fabric of their relationship. Each word, each shared laugh, seemed to lighten the load on Yeonjun's shoulders, if only for the moment.
As the night wore on, their talk ebbed, leaving a comfortable silence in its wake. Y/N glanced at Yeonjun, noticing the weariness etched into his features, the emotional toll of the day making itself known.
"Try to get some rest, Yeonjun. We've got a lot to think about tomorrow," she suggested, her voice laced with concern.
Yeonjun nodded, the reality of their situation settling back in. As Y/N stood to retreat to her room, Yeonjun's hand found hers, pulling her gently towards him. The sudden closeness surprised them both, a spark of something more igniting in the space between them.
In a moment of impulse, driven by the day's turmoil and the comfort found in each other's presence, Yeonjun leaned in, capturing Y/N's lips with his own. The kiss, deep and filled with the promise of support and shared burdens, lasted longer than either had anticipated. Y/N, responding with equal fervor, found herself drawn closer, her hands resting against his chest as Yeonjun's arms encircled her waist, pulling her onto his lap.
They broke apart, breathless, the intensity of the moment leaving them both stunned. "I—We shouldn't have—" Yeonjun started, the apology caught in his throat as he saw the understanding in Y/N's eyes.
"It's okay," Y/N whispered, her forehead resting against his. "We needed that. To feel something good amidst all this chaos."
Yeonjun nodded, the turmoil within him quieting for the moment. "Thank you, Y/N. For everything."
With one last, soft kiss, Y/N stood, her hand lingering in Yeonjun's for a moment longer before she reluctantly pulled away. "Goodnight, Yeonjun. We'll get through this. Together."
As Yeonjun settled into the embrace of the couch, the soft fabric cradling his weary body, the events of the previous night began to replay in his mind. The warmth of Y/N's lips still lingered on his, a sweet echo of comfort amidst the chaos that had unfolded. But as the adrenaline from the day's earlier turmoil subsided, exhaustion crept over him like a heavy blanket, pulling him into a deep, much-needed slumber.
The morning light, filtering through the curtains, eventually coaxed Yeonjun awake. He blinked against the brightness, the reality of their situation slowly coming back into focus. His body felt heavy, a testament to the physical and emotional drain of the past twenty-four hours. But it was his day off, a small mercy in the midst of their upheaval.
Stretching his limbs, Yeonjun rose from the couch, the sounds of laughter and the aroma of breakfast guiding him towards the kitchen. The sight that greeted him was a balm to his soul. His mother, perched on a stool by the kitchen counter, was sharing a light moment with Y/N, who stood at the stove, flipping pancakes with practiced ease. Despite the dark bruise marking his mother's face—a stark reminder of the reason behind their impromptu stay—there was a semblance of normalcy in this simple morning scene.
Yeonjun paused at the threshold, absorbing the warmth of the moment. It was these small, peaceful interludes that reminded him life could still offer pockets of joy, even in its darkest times.
With a soft smile, he approached, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss atop his mother's head. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with an unspoken affection and love that only a mother could convey. Yeonjun felt a lump form in his throat at the sight of her, so strong yet so vulnerable.
Turning to Y/N, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. The gesture was one of gratitude, of finding solace in her presence.
"Good morning," he murmured, his voice still rough from sleep.
Y/N tilted her head, offering him a smile. "Morning. Slept well?"
"Better than I have in a long time, thanks to you," Yeonjun replied, his gaze meeting hers in the reflection of the window.
His mother watched them, a content smile playing on her lips. She had witnessed the evolution of Yeonjun and Y/N's relationship from the sidelines, always hoping her son would find someone who could offer him the love and stability he deserved. Seeing them together, so caring and supportive, she felt a wave of relief. Her son had escaped the cycle of anger and violence that had marred her own life. Yeonjun was nothing like his father, and for that, she was eternally grateful.
"Yeonjun has always been a good boy," his mother began, her voice laced with pride. "Even as a child, he was always so caring, so sensitive to those around him."
Yeonjun blushed at her words, a mix of embarrassment and affection warming his cheeks.
Y/N chuckled, flipping another pancake onto the growing stack. "I can see that. He's been nothing but amazing since the day we met."
The conversation flowed easily as they shared breakfast, a makeshift family navigating the uncertain waters of their current reality. They spoke of mundane things, of memories and dreams, carefully steering around the jagged edges of the recent past. Yet, the elephant in the room loomed large, an unspoken question hanging in the air—what were they going to do now?
After breakfast, Yeonjun helped Y/N clear the table, their hands brushing occasionally, a silent communication between them. His mother excused herself, retreating to the spare room to rest, leaving them alone.
Yeonjun turned to Y/N, the weight of gratitude heavy on his heart. "I can't thank you enough for this, Y/N. For taking us in, no questions asked."
Y/N leaned against the counter, her eyes meeting his. "You don't have to thank me, Yeonjun. This is what people do for the ones they care about. We'll get through this together."
"But still, I feel like I'm imposing on you, on your life," Yeonjun admitted, his gaze dropping.
Y/N reached out, tilting his chin up to look at her. "Listen to me, Yeonjun. You and your mom are safe here. That's all that matters right now. We'll figure out the rest as we go."
Yeonjun nodded, the knot in his chest loosening slightly at her words. "I just hope we can find a solution soon. I can't let my mom go back to that house, and I can't keep burdening you with our problems."
"We're in this together, remember?" Y/N reiterated, her voice firm yet gentle. "Let's sit down later today, all three of us, and talk about our options. There has to be a way forward."
The decision to leave Yeonjun's father's house wasn't made lightly, but the resolve in Yeonjun's heart, bolstered by the support of Y/N and his friends, made the daunting task ahead seem manageable. They spent the morning at Y/N's apartment, mapping out a plan, each person's role clear and decided upon with a quiet determination.
Yeonjun's mother, though still shaken, agreed it was best to move forward, to leave behind the shadows of the past for a chance at a safer, happier future. "We can't stay in fear, not when we have so much support," she said, her voice stronger than it had been in years, bolstered by the kindness shown by Y/N and her son's friends.
With a plan in place, Yeonjun and his friends, a united front of solidarity, made their way back to his father's house. Y/N stayed behind, offering to keep his mother company, ensuring she felt safe and cared for while they retrieved their belongings.
As they entered the house, Yeonjun steeled himself for the confrontation with his father. The man sat in the living room, confusion etched on his face as he saw the group enter. "Where's your mother?" he asked, his voice laced with a mix of concern and anger.
Yeonjun faced his father squarely, the support of his friends a steady presence at his back. "She's safe, away from here. Away from you," Yeonjun said, his voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside him. "What happened last night was unforgivable. You were out of control, and we can't let it happen again. We're here to take our things and leave for good."
His father's confusion gave way to anger, a threat forming on his lips. "You think you can just leave? I'll call the authorities, tell them you're stealing from me."
Yeonjun, anticipating this response, remained calm. "I've already spoken to them, told them everything. About how you've treated Mom and me. The bruises, the house full of beer bottles—they're all the evidence we need."
The silence that followed was heavy, charged with the reality of the situation. Yeonjun's friends began to move through the house, efficiently packing belongings, the atmosphere one of purposeful action.
As they continued their work, Yeonjun's father remained silent, the weight of his son's words and the solidarity of his friends rendering him speechless. The house, once a place of tension and fear, was slowly emptied of its contents—and its power over Yeonjun and his mother.
With the car packed and ready to go, Yeonjun took one last look at the place he had once called home. The decision to leave, to sever ties with his father, was a monumental step, but with the support of Y/N and his friends, it felt like the first step toward a brighter future.
"Thank you, guys," Yeonjun said as they drove away, the house disappearing from view. "I couldn't have done this without you."
In the weeks following their departure from his father's house, Yeonjun threw himself into his work with a fervor that was hard to miss. The café buzzed around him, a constant hum of activity and chatter, but his focus never wavered. It was his sanctuary, a place where he could momentarily forget the turmoil that waited just beyond its doors.
Mr. Kim, the café owner, had always had a keen eye for his employees' well-being, and Yeonjun's recent demeanor caught his attention. One afternoon, as the rush began to ebb, Mr. Kim approached Yeonjun, a look of genuine concern on his face.
"Yeonjun, can we talk for a minute?" Mr. Kim asked, gesturing towards the back of the café.
Yeonjun nodded, wiping his hands on his apron before following his boss. "Is everything okay, Mr. Kim?"
Once they were away from the hustle of the café floor, Mr. Kim turned to Yeonjun, his expression softening. "I've noticed you've been working exceptionally hard lately. More so than usual. I just wanted to check in, see how you're doing."
Yeonjun hesitated for a moment, not used to opening up about his personal life, but something about Mr. Kim's sincere concern broke through his reservations. "It's been tough," he admitted. "My mom and I... we recently left a pretty toxic situation at home. We're trying to get back on our feet again."
Mr. Kim listened intently, nodding in understanding. "I'm sorry to hear that, Yeonjun. You've always been a dedicated worker, and I've never had to question your commitment here. It's clear to me you're a good person, caught in a difficult situation."
Yeonjun felt a weight lift off his shoulders, grateful for the opportunity to share his burden. "Thank you, Mr. Kim. It means a lot to me, having your support."
Mr. Kim placed a reassuring hand on Yeonjun's shoulder. "You're part of our café family, Yeonjun. And family looks out for each other. I've been thinking, and I believe you could use some time off. A break to sort things out, without having to worry about work."
Yeonjun's eyes widened in surprise. "I couldn't possibly ask for time off right now, not with everything going on."
"It's not a request, Yeonjun," Mr. Kim said firmly, but with a smile. "Consider it a paid holiday. You haven't taken any time off since you started here, and it's well deserved. I've already hired additional staff to cover your shifts. When you're ready to come back, we'll be here."
The offer was overwhelming, and for a moment, Yeonjun was at a loss for words. "I... Thank you, Mr. Kim. This... This is incredibly generous of you. I don't know how to thank you enough."
"There's no need for thanks. Just take care of yourself and your mom. That's all I ask," Mr. Kim replied, his tone leaving no room for argument.
The sense of freedom that washed over Yeonjun on his first official day of holiday was almost palpable. After weeks of non-stop stress and anxiety, the mere thought of having two whole weeks to unwind, sleep, and spend cherished time with his mother, Y/N, and his friends felt like a luxury he had almost forgotten existed. Mr. Kim's generous gesture of granting him this time off was more than just a break; it was an opportunity for Yeonjun to start healing and rebuilding the pieces of his life that had been scattered in the chaos of recent events.
On the first day of his much-needed holiday, Yeonjun allowed himself the rare indulgence of sleeping in. The tension that had become a constant companion seemed to ebb away in his sleep, replaced by dreams filled with hope and aspirations. He dreamt of a life where his dance studio was a hub of creativity and joy, a place where he could share his passion with others. Beside him in these dreams was Y/N, her own career as an author flourishing, their lives intertwined in a beautiful symphony of success and happiness.
The transition from dreams to reality was gentle, the lines blurred by the soft morning light filtering through the curtains of Y/N's apartment. Yeonjun's first conscious thought was a serene acknowledgment of the peace he felt, a stark contrast to the turmoil that had defined his waking hours for so long.
As he stirred, the sight that greeted him was Y/N, her face hovering close to his, her eyes soft with a fondness that made his heart swell. It seemed she had been about to wake him, the realization that it was nearing noon written in her gentle smile.
"Good morning, or should I say good afternoon?" Y/N teased, her voice a soothing melody that pulled him further from the remnants of sleep.
Yeonjun blinked, the last vestiges of his dream clinging to his consciousness. "Is it really that late?" he murmured, stretching languidly, the comfort of the couch beneath him a reminder of the simple joys he had started to rediscover.
Y/N nodded, her smile widening. "Yes, it is. I thought I'd let you sleep in. You looked like you needed it. How do you feel?"
"Better than I have in months," Yeonjun admitted, sitting up to face her more directly. "I had the most amazing dream. We were... happy, successful. It felt so real."
Y/N's expression softened, a hint of wistfulness in her gaze. "That sounds wonderful. And who knows? Maybe it's a glimpse of what's to come for us."
The idea, spoken aloud, filled the room with a tangible sense of hope. Yeonjun reached for her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers, a silent vow of shared dreams and futures.
"What do you want to do today?" Y/N asked, bringing him back to the present. "It's your first day off, and the world is our oyster."
Yeonjun thought for a moment, the possibilities stretching out before him like an uncharted map. "Let's do something normal," he finally said, craving the mundane pleasures they had been denied for so long. "Maybe go for a walk, grab some lunch at that new café you mentioned? Just... be together, without any worries for a few hours."
Y/N's eyes lit up at the suggestion. "I'd love that. A day just for us, away from everything else. It sounds perfect."
They spent a few more moments in comfortable silence, basking in the tranquility of the morning and the promise of a day spent in each other's company. After a quiet moment of contemplation, Yeonjun finally peeled himself away from the comforting embrace of the couch, the events of the last few days still weighing heavily on his mind. He made his way to the bathroom, letting the warm water of the shower wash over him, hoping it would also rinse away some of his worries. Dressed and somewhat refreshed, he emerged, finding Y/N busy in the kitchen, their presence a constant source of comfort in these tumultuous times.
Yeonjun approached his mother, who was seated at the small dining table, sipping her morning tea.
"Mom, Y/N and I are stepping out for a bit," Yeonjun began, his voice laced with a concern he couldn't mask. "Please, don't open the door for anyone. I'm... I'm just worried, you know, about Dad finding us here."
His mother looked up at him, her eyes meeting his with a strength that belied her gentle appearance. "Yeonjun, my dear, I understand. I'll be careful, I promise. You two go and enjoy your day. You need this break more than you realize."
Yeonjun nodded, though the tightness in his chest didn't ease. He turned to Y/N, who had been listening, a supportive smile on their face. "Ready to go?" he asked, attempting to inject a note of lightness into his voice.
"Always," Y/N replied, grabbing their jacket. "Let's make today about us. No worries, no fears. Just... us."
As they left the apartment, Yeonjun couldn't help but glance back, the fear of leaving his mother potentially vulnerable gnawing at him. Yet, the day was beautiful, the sky a clear blue, and Y/N's hand in his was reassuring.
Their day unfolded gently, a peaceful date that was a stark contrast to the chaos of their recent lives. They visited a small, secluded park, where they could talk freely, away from the prying eyes of the city.
"Yeonjun, look at me," Y/N said, stopping him in his tracks. Their eyes locked, and in Y/N's gaze, Yeonjun found an ocean of support. "Your mom is strong, and we've taken every precaution. We're safe, she's safe. Today, let's just be here, in this moment, together."
Yeonjun's heart ached with gratitude. "I know, I just... it's hard not to worry."
"I get it," Y/N said, squeezing his hand. "But worrying won't change anything. We're doing everything we can, and we're together. That's what matters."
They spent the afternoon wandering through the park, talking about everything and nothing. Plans for the future, dreams that felt both within reach and miles away, shared in whispers and laughter.
As the day turned into early evening, they found a cozy café, a new spot they'd never tried before. Sitting across from each other, Yeonjun felt a semblance of normalcy, a precious gift amidst the turmoil.
"Yeonjun, promise me something?" Y/N asked, their eyes serious but gentle.
"Anything," he replied, captivated by the depth of emotion in their gaze.
"Promise me we'll keep finding moments like this, no matter what life throws at us."
Yeonjun reached across the table, taking Y/N's hands in his. "I promise. With you, I feel like I can face anything."
They returned home to find Yeonjun's mother had taken it upon herself to clean the kitchen, a gesture of gratitude towards Y/N for their hospitality. The evening passed in a comfortable domesticity, a sharp contrast to the fear and uncertainty that had marked their recent days.
As night fell and Yeonjun's mother retired to her room, Yeonjun made a decision. Instead of his usual spot on the couch, he moved towards Y/N's bedroom. Slipping into the bed beside them, he wrapped his arms around Y/N from behind, a silent thank you for their unwavering support.
Y/N jolted slightly, surprised but quickly relaxing into the embrace. "Yeonjun?" they murmured, turning to face him in the dim light.
"I didn't want to be alone tonight," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I hope that's okay."
Y/N smiled, the warmth in their eyes outshining the moonlight filtering through the curtains. "It's more than okay. You're not alone, Yeonjun. You'll never be."
As the night deepened around them, Yeonjun found a solace in Y/N's embrace that he hadn't felt in ages. The chaos that had been shadowing his every step seemed to dissolve, if only for the moment, under the soft glow of the moonlight that spilled through the window.
Yeonjun, caught in the moment, bridged the gap between them with a kiss that felt like the first of many promises. Y/N, equally caught in the whirlwind of emotions, responded with equal fervor, drawing him closer, as if trying to merge their very souls.
Their kiss was a dance of longing and comfort, a gentle exploration that spoke volumes. Y/N's sigh, a sound of contentment and desire, fueled Yeonjun's actions, his heart racing with a mix of adrenalin and something much deeper.
Feeling the shift in their dynamics, Yeonjun's movements became more deliberate, his body pressing down against hers in a silent plea for closeness. His hands, once hesitant, now moved with purpose, tracing the lines of her body with a reverence that made Y/N's heart flutter.
"Yeonjun," she breathed out, her voice laced with a passion that matched the intensity in his gaze. Her hands, tangled in his hair, pulled him closer, deepening their connection.
As Yeonjun's lips wandered down her neck, a shiver of anticipation ran through them both. Each touch, each movement, was a discovery, a journey they were embarking on together. The world outside their bubble ceased to exist, leaving only the warmth they found in each other.
Yeonjun paused, his breath hot against her skin, his heart pounding against his ribcage. He looked into Y/N's eyes, seeking permission, a silent question hanging between them.
Y/N nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips, her eyes filled with trust and an emotion so deep it made Yeonjun's heart swell. "I love you, Yeonjun," she whispered, her voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves.
"I love you too, Y/N," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. "More than anything."
Their night together was a journey of discovery, not just of each other's bodies but of the depths of their feelings. It was a testament to their resilience, a promise made in the quiet of the night that they would face whatever lay ahead, together.
As dawn's first light crept through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room, Yeonjun and Y/N lay intertwined, a tangle of limbs and sheets.
The first light of dawn was gently unfurling across the sky, casting a soft, ethereal glow through the curtains and into the room where Yeonjun and Y/N were entwined in a quiet embrace. The tranquility of the moment was a sharp contrast to the turmoil that had raged in their lives. Yeonjun, feeling the comforting warmth of Y/N beside him, wished nothing more than to linger in this peaceful state, to forget the world outside and its relentless challenges. But the persistent ringing of his phone cut through the silence, a stark reminder that reality waits for no one.
With a reluctant sigh, Yeonjun carefully extricated himself from Y/N's embrace, his movements gentle to not disturb her rest. He reached for the phone, the screen lighting up with Hueningkai's name. The tension in his friend's voice was immediate, setting a knot of apprehension in Yeonjun's stomach.
"Yeonjun, have you seen the news?" Hueningkai's words tumbled out, rushed and heavy with implications. "It's your dad. He's been involved in a violent robbery and attempted murder. It's all over the media."
The room seemed to spin for a moment, the weight of Hueningkai's revelation pressing down on Yeonjun. The man who had been a source of fear and pain for so long had finally crossed a line that put him behind bars. A mix of relief and disbelief surged through Yeonjun, a tumultuous sea of emotions that he struggled to navigate.
Before he could respond, Y/N's voice, soft and tinged with sleep, filled the space between them. "What's going on?" Her eyes, clouded with concern, searched Yeonjun's face for answers.
"It's my dad," Yeonjun began, the words feeling strange and heavy on his tongue. "He's been arrested. He won't be hurting us anymore."
The news seemed to hang in the air between them, a shared weight that was both a relief and a reminder of the scars they carried. Before they could further digest this turn of events, Hueningkai's voice, now laced with a teasing tone, broke through the tension.
"I can tell you guys had a... cozy night," he remarked, a chuckle evident in his voice.
Yeonjun couldn't help but smile, despite the circumstances, warmed by the normalcy of his friend's teasing. It was a reminder of the life beyond the shadows, of moments filled with laughter and lightness.
"Yeah, well, we needed some peace," Yeonjun replied, his tone light, trying to steer the conversation away from the edge of the precipice they were teetering on.
From the other end of the call, the sounds of laughter and muffled comments filled the room. "Sounds like Yeonjun had a good night, now he's got a good morning too," Beomgyu's voice echoed through the phone, prompting a round of laughter from the others.
Taehyun's voice soon followed, clear and cheerful. "We'll come over to Y/N's place and show you the news properly. It sounds like you guys could use some company."
The offer, simple and filled with the warmth of friendship, was a balm to Yeonjun's frayed nerves. It was a reminder that, despite everything, they were not alone. They had a circle of friends who were ready to stand by them, to share in their burdens and their joys.
As Y/N nodded in agreement, a smile touching her lips despite the seriousness of their morning, Yeonjun felt a profound sense of gratitude. Here, in this room, with the dawn breaking and a new chapter of their lives unfolding, he knew they had the strength to face whatever came their way. Together, they would navigate the complexities of healing and moving forward, buoyed by the love and support of those who mattered most.
"Okay," Yeonjun finally said, a decisive note in his voice. "Come over and we can tell my mother too."
As the laughter and light-hearted banter from the call with Hueningkai and the others faded, Yeonjun turned to Y/N, his eyes gleaming with a mix of relief and unspoken love. Without a word, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that felt like the beginning of a new chapter. The kiss, imbued with happiness and a sense of freedom, spoke volumes of the relief they both felt knowing his father could no longer harm them.
Y/N, caught in the whirlwind of emotions, giggled softly, returning his kiss with equal fervor. "Does this feel like a dream?" she whispered, her voice muffled against his lips.
"It's our reality now," Yeonjun replied, his voice thick with emotion. "Me, my mother. We're both safe, finally."
As they pulled apart, the joy in their eyes was palpable, a stark contrast to the fear and uncertainty that had clouded their lives for so long.
Later that day, the living room of Y/N's house transformed into a hub of activity as Soobin, Hueningkai, Taehyun, and Beomgyu joined Yeonjun, Y/N, and Yeonjun's mother to watch the news. The atmosphere was charged with a collective sense of relief and camaraderie as they watched report after report about Yeonjun's father's arrest.
"Looks like the world's finally righting itself," Soobin remarked, breaking the silence that had fallen over the room as they absorbed the news.
"Yeah," Yeonjun agreed, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's been a long time coming."
As the evening wore on, the conversation ebbed and flowed, touching on memories, plans for the future, and the undeniable change in the air. It was then that Y/N, her eyes alight with recollection, turned to Yeonjun with an excited gasp.
"Yeonjun, the scratch card! Did you ever check it?" she exclaimed, the memory of their earlier adventure sparking curiosity among the group.
Yeonjun blinked, the scratch card momentarily forgotten amidst the whirlwind of emotions and events. "Oh, right! I completely forgot about that," he admitted, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.
The boys exchanged bewildered glances, their curiosity piqued. Soobin, ever the voice of reason, raised an eyebrow. "You picked up a scratch card and haven't checked it yet?" he asked, incredulous.
Yeonjun shrugged, a playful spark in his eyes as he stood up to retrieve the card from his leather jacket. "Guess it slipped my mind," he said, returning to the group with the card in hand.
His mother, looking on with a mixture of amusement and anticipation, couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, let's see if luck's on your side tonight, Yeonjun," she encouraged, her eyes twinkling with excitement.
Beomgyu, never one to miss an opportunity for drama, eagerly pushed a coin into Yeonjun's hand. "Come on, let's find out if you're a millionaire now," he teased, the rest of the group leaning in closer, their collective breath held in suspense.
Yeonjun took a deep breath, the coin poised at the edge of the card. "Well, here goes nothing," he declared, his voice steady but his heart racing with the thrill of the unknown. The room fell silent, the only sound the scratch of the coin against the card as Yeonjun revealed the symbols hidden beneath the silvery coating.
As the last of the coating fell away, Yeonjun paused, his eyes scanning the card before lifting to meet the eager gazes of his friends and family. A slow grin began to form on his lips, the anticipation in the room reaching a fever pitch.
"Well?" Taehyun prompted, unable to contain his curiosity any longer.
Yeonjun looked around at the faces surrounding him, a mix of hope and excitement mirrored in their eyes. He took a moment, savoring the suspense, before finally breaking the silence.
"Looks like luck's on our side after all," he announced, his voice tinged with disbelief and elation.
The silence that followed was filled with shock, before it was shattered by a collective gasp. "Yeonjun, that's...that's incredible!" Y/N exclaimed, her voice a mixture of joy and astonishment.
His mother, tears brimming in her eyes, wrapped her arms around him. "My son, this is a blessing. A a second chance."
"Yeah, man, think of what you can do with that!" one of his friends, Soobin, chimed in, clapping him on the back enthusiastically.
As the reality of the situation began to sink in, Yeonjun felt a weight lift from his shoulders, a weight he hadn't fully realized he'd been carrying. With the news of his father's abusive past still fresh and casting a long shadow over their lives, this win felt like a beam of sunlight piercing through the darkness.
In the weeks that followed, Yeonjun took decisive steps to ensure this windfall would be the foundation of a new life for him and his loved ones. First, he purchased a spacious apartment, ensuring it had enough rooms to accommodate his mother, Y/N, and any future expansions to their family. The joy on their faces as they explored their new home was a memory Yeonjun would cherish forever.
"Look at this place," Y/N marveled, wandering from room to room. "It's perfect."
"And it's ours," Yeonjun replied, a warm smile spreading across his face. "All thanks to a little piece of card."
Deciding to be prudent with the remainder of the money, Yeonjun invested wisely, aiming to grow their nest egg further. Yet, he chose to continue working at the cafe for a while longer. The job had given him a sense of purpose and stability during uncertain times, and he wasn't quite ready to let that go.
When the time came to finally hand in his notice, Mr. Kim, the cafe owner, offered him a heartfelt farewell. "You've been more than an employee, Yeonjun. You've been part of the family. I'm sad to see you go but excited for your future."
With the cafe chapter of his life coming to a close, Yeonjun turned his attention to his dream: opening a dance studio. The process was fraught with challenges, but his determination, coupled with the support from Y/N and his mother, saw him through. Before long, the studio opened its doors to kids and teens from all walks of life, offering them a space to express themselves through dance.
"It's not just about dance," Yeonjun would say, watching his students move to the music with a sense of freedom and joy. "It's about giving them a place to belong, to grow."
Meanwhile, Y/N's book was finally published. The novel quickly became a hit, resonating with readers for its authenticity and emotional depth. Soon, there were talks of adapting it into a movie or TV series, a testament to its impact.
One evening, as they sat in their new living room, surrounded by boxes yet to be unpacked, Yeonjun looked around at the faces of his family and friends. A sense of peace settled over him, a stark contrast to the turbulent years of his youth.
"We've come a long way, haven't we?" he mused, taking Y/N's hand in his.
"We have," she agreed, squeezing his hand. "And there's still so much ahead of us."
Yeonjun's mother, watching them with a soft smile, added, "This is just the beginning, my dear. The start of something beautiful."
And in that moment, Yeonjun realized that the true value of his win wasn't in the money itself but in the opportunities it had opened up for him and the people he loved. Yeonjun transformed, leaving behind his rebel past and the shadows of bullying and abuse behind. His windfall fostered new beginnings: a secure home, a thriving dance studio, and Y/N's literary success. Together, they built a future filled with hope, moving beyond the scars of yesterday towards a brighter tomorrow.
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୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀
jean - braiding - modern au -
It is so clear that Jean is a gentleman in case I haven’t made it clear already like a relationship with him would be the most magical epitome ever, you being his first significant other. Sure he’d be a nervous wreck, but it’s so lovely dating him. He’d love doing all that cutesy stuff with you, people around you describe you two as the ‘ideal couple’.
He loves playing with your hair so much whether it’s where you letting him run his fingers through it as you two share a moment while in each others embrace (He’d so play with your hair as you kiss him); even when you rest your head in his lap in case you’re feeling fatigued and gently ruffles your hair (He strokes your hair if you’re asleep to not disturb you too much)
His favourite thing especially is braiding your hair he just finds it so relaxing for the both of you. It’s a skill he’s always had. He utilises it with all the women in his life like his mother, younger sister if he had one, even Sasha at one point. The amount of times he would’ve gotten told off at school for playing with Sasha’s hair as kids by teachers.
Jean always fantasised about braiding your hair too but he didn’t know how to bring it up to you, it seems too sudden and he didn’t really see you have your hair in that style very much. However, he was able to build up the courage to do so as you were getting ready to go out somewhere with him. The only reason he showed up while you were still getting ready was because he accidentally showed up way earlier than planned but this minor mistake all worked out in his favour and yours too in a way.
Jean, sitting on your bed, watches you grumble in the mirror while having your face buried in your palms. He walks up to you, placing his hand on your shoulder.
“Everything alright, []?”
You turn to him with a glum expression; your phone open on Pinterest, the search bar reading “hair inspo” and the images consisting of the most vile ‘wedding hair styles’ from 2014 with a mix of the most complex styles done with unattainably healthy hair. Even Jean, a man who has limited knowledge about how girls work understands how hideous some of those styles are, snickering at some of them as you mindlessly scroll through them.
“How do you feel about braids?”
“Braids? They’re cute, not really my go-to style but-“
“Let me- Sorry, did I cut you off?”
“No no, you’re fine. What were you going to say?”
“Oh, I was going to say you should let me do your hair.”
-“What?”
“Uhh..”
“Sorry, I sounded off-putting right there. I didn’t mean to. What do you mean by me letting you do my hair?”
“I wanna braid your hair. I MEAN! (That sounds too demanding….) Would you like me to braid your hair? It’s fine if you don’t wanna..it’s..ah cool…”
“You know how to braid hair?”
“Yes!”
- You laugh. “Go for it I suppose, you seem very eager to.”
“Merde! Did I really sound like that..?”
“…”
- “Your silence is doing better harm than good”
“Do you want to braid my hair or not?”
“Yes”
“Hah! There you go sounding eager again!” You burst out laughing, pointing your finger at Jean’s face turning into a light pink.
“[]!!!!”
Eventually you do stop messing around with him and he gets to work. Jean tries to be gentle as possible with you all the time no matter the circumstance. “Sorry, did I hurt you?” And i’d be the slightest tug that was a less careful that he intended it to be. He finds braiding hair to be relaxing for him as it sort of allows him to turn all his attention on 3 pieces of hair and how they are supposed to be crossed over repeatedly until he reaches the ends.
The feeling is mutual between the two of you; you found it to be really calming moment between the two of you, creating a new way for you two to bond together. After this, you find yourself getting your hair braided by Jean a lot more often.
Once he starts to get more skilled, he even starts to spazz up the way he braids your hair to. Like braiding in ribbons or adding smaller braids between sections. Your hair is one of his favourite things about you. Jean appears to be this stupidly cocky guy who enjoys messing around with Connie by tormenting Eren or Reiner and doing dumb teenage boy stuff; well thats what he paints himself to be. Who knew the same person also enjoys braiding hair?
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It became apparent to me rather quickly that I wouldn't be able to replicate the Dragon Age tarot style so I decided to blend it with my own :)
This is my Dalish/Circle blood mage El'la (it/she/they/he). Based on The Hermit. I'll put a lot more context and a symbolism breakdown below the cut ✨️
El'la believes heavily in researching and respecting forbidden topics (blood magic, demons, spirits, etc.) as it will aid in harm reduction and less fear.
Due to some personal connections (a mentor/friend who was made tranquil + Owain from the circle who had a big impact on El'la), it also tends to and aids the tranquil post-canon.
She believes that magic in all forms is a gift and that mages should be free and unrestricted by any means neccessary. She aligns herself with branch off sects of the Resolustionists (though she only voices her support and provides information) and works heavily Ferelden's Mage Collective.
El'la is a wanderer with a calm and friendly demeanor, fearing little in this world because it knows all things can one day be approached and understood if only one will look and open their mind.
It shares a very close bond with Shale who had quite the impact on its choice of pronouns and became a favored companion immediately.
Sooooo as for the symbolism....
The red vines symbolize the beauty and natural nature of blood magic that is the catalyst for all El'la believes in and does.
The rising sunburst represents a few things. If read as a rising sun then: The enlightenment she has received from her engagements with rhe tranquil (who bear the sunburst brand). If read as a setting sun: Combined with the moonlight staff she carries, it symbolizes her ushering in a new era of understanding and knowledge that undermines that which the Chantry has used to oppress. Setting the sun on chantry rule, basically.
The scarves turning to scrolls and heading out into the sun, of course symbolize the knowledge it gathers and spreads. It rolls out over hills—one of which symbolizes their former home in the Brecilian forest where their people were ravaged by the werewolf curse, something else they see fit understand for other communities affected by lycanthropy of different types—and out into those directly beneath the Chantry's looming presence.
The mountainous area set apart from the sun represents Shale, an untouched and immovable presence in their life (to Shale's partial disdain😅).
And lastly, El'la itself, slightly hunched from weariness but peaceful and smiling, content to be on the path its own (which it crosses perpendicular, subverting the guidelines put in place for mages).
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Santa’s Grotto.
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authors note - long hair harry makes me feral ngl, so enjoy him taking his son to go and see santa:)
word count - 1.3k
in which, harry takes his two year old son, sebastian, to go and see santa because your at home sick from the flu, but it doesn’t go aswell as he hoped seeing as all little kids appear to have a phobia of the man dressed in red.
At eighteen, Harry Styles embraced the profound reality of parenthood when his son, Sebastian Robin-Edward Styles was born. Sleepless nights became a routine as Harry devoted himself to the care of his newborn. The dim glow of nightlights and lullabies filled the early hours, creating a tender atmosphere of fatherly dedication.
The exhaustion was palpable, yet Harry wouldn't trade those sleepless nights for anything. Each bleary-eyed moment was a testament to the deep love he felt for Sebastian. The bond forged during those quiet hours of feeding, soothing, and comforting became the foundation of an unbreakable connection.
Harry often looked back on those moments when he spent time with his now two year old son, who was turning more and more into a close friend of his as the minutes of the day ticked by.
In the heart of the bustling mall, Harry stood patiently in line at Santa's grotto, his two-year-old son, Sebastian, cradled in his arms. The air was filled with the warm scent of cinnamon and the soft murmur of excited chatter as families eagerly awaited their turn. The line snaked around, adorned with festive decorations that captured Sebastian's wide-eyed attention.
Harry's long hair served as an unintentional playground for his son, who gleefully tugged at the strands while fixating on the mesmerizing twinkling lights overhead.
As they edged closer to the front, Harry observed the diverse array of families sharing in the holiday spirit. Laughter and anticipation filled the air, creating a joyful atmosphere that enveloped both father and son.
Sebastian, blissfully unaware of the world beyond the enchanting lights, continued to marvel at the vibrant surroundings, his tiny fingers entangled in Harry's locks.
The anticipation heightened as they approached the entrance to Santa's magical realm. Harry, with a loving smile, gently adjusted Sebastian in his arms, ensuring the little one had the best view of the enchanting scene.
The elves, adorned in festive attire, orchestrated the seamless flow of families, adding to the enchantment that surrounded them. As they neared the front of the line, the duo's excitement mirrored that of the other children and parents, all eagerly awaiting their moment with the jolly man in red.
As Harry and Sebastian reached the front of the queue, a friendly elf with a sprightly demeanor greeted them.
"Well, hello there! Looks like we've got a special visitor today," the elf exclaimed, a twinkle in their eye.
Sebastian, however, suddenly grew shy, burying his face in the crook of Harry's neck, his tiny hands clutching onto the strands of his father's hair.
Harry chuckled warmly, gently coaxing Sebastian to face the friendly elf. "S’okay, buddy. S’nice elf just wants t’say hello."
He lifted Sebastian slightly, revealing a bashful smile on the toddler's face.
The elf, undeterred by Sebastian's shyness, continued to engage them, "Santa's been eagerly waiting to meet you, little one. What's your name?"
Sebastian mumbled a soft reply, his words muffled by the safety of Harry's neck.
The elf, playing along, nodded with exaggerated excitement. "Ah, Sebastian! That's a fantastic name for someone about to meet Santa. I bet you've been a good little helper this year, haven't you?"
Sebastian, gaining a bit more confidence, peeked out from his hiding spot and shyly nodded.
Harry joined the conversation, appreciating the effort to make Sebastian feel comfortable.
"He's been such a good boy, especially with all the twinkling lights and holiday cheer around here." Harry answered, brushing some of his son's curls out of his face.
The elf grinned, "That's wonderful to hear! Santa loves hearing about good boys like Sebastian. Well, it won't be long now before you get to share all your wishes with him."
As they chatted, the atmosphere in Santa's grotto remained festive and lively. The elf skillfully transitioned the conversation to holiday traditions, asking Harry and Sebastian about their favourite parts of the season.
Harry shared stories of their family traditions, and before they knew it, it was time to approach Santa's chair.
The elf gestured toward the magical seat, "Sebastian, are you ready to meet the big man himself?"
As Harry and Sebastian entered Santa's tent, a festive air surrounded them. The scent of evergreen and cinnamon filled the space, and the anticipation was palpable.
Santa, with a hearty chuckle, welcomed them, "Ho, ho, ho! Well, hello there! Who do we have here?"
With a gentle smile, Harry bent down to encourage Sebastian onto Santa's lap. However, as Sebastian neared the red-suited figure, he clung tightly to Harry, his eyes wide with trepidation.
"S’okay, Seb. Santa's a friend," Harry reassured, attempting to ease his son's nervousness.
Sebastian, unconvinced, buried his face in Harry's shoulder, his tiny hands gripping onto his father's shirt. Santa, with a twinkle in his eye, chimed in,
"Ah, a little shy, are we? That's perfectly normal. How about we start with a high-five?" He extended a gloved hand toward Sebastian, hoping to initiate a connection.
Despite Santa's friendly gesture, Sebastian's anxiety escalated, and a whimper escaped him. Harry, now kneeling beside Santa's chair, continued to comfort his son,
"S’alright, buddy. Y’don't have t’do anything y’not comfortable with. Santa understands." However, as the tension lingered, Sebastian's anxiety reached its peak, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Santa, ever understanding, offered a warm smile, "No need to worry, little one. Sometimes meeting new friends can be a bit overwhelming. How about you tell me what you want for Christmas?”
In a last-ditch effort to salvage the moment, Harry took a seat on the chair next to Santa, with Sebastian on his lap. However, Sebastian, caught in the throes of a full-blown meltdown, wriggled and squirmed, attempting to escape the clutches of the man in the red suit.
The cheerful atmosphere of the grotto seemed to fade as Sebastian's desperation escalated.
Harry, his patience wearing thin, held onto his son, attempting to soothe the uncontrollable distress. The once-anticipated visit to Santa's lap had turned into a struggle, and Sebastian's tears mirrored the disappointment in the air.
The twinkling lights and festive decorations, which had captivated Sebastian earlier, were now lost in the midst of his overwhelming emotions.
Despite Harry's attempts to offer comfort, Sebastian's distress showed no signs of abating. The scene unfolded like a poignant tableau of a well-intentioned holiday moment gone awry.
The contrast between the joyful ambiance and Sebastian's emotional turmoil painted a bittersweet picture, one that highlighted the unpredictability of childhood emotions in the face of holiday expectations.
With Sebastian in the midst of a tearful meltdown, Harry looked apologetically at Santa, a mixture of frustration and regret etched on his face. "M’sorry. M’thought he'd be excited, but it seems like s’all a bit overwhelming f’him."
Santa, with a warm and understanding smile, nodded reassuringly. "No need to apologise,. Happens more often than you might think. Children, especially the little ones, can find meeting Santa a bit overwhelming. It's all part of the holiday experience."
In a gesture of comfort, Harry gently lifted Sebastian from his lap, cradling him in his arms. The tears continued to flow, and Sebastian sought solace in his father's embrace, burying his face in Harry's neck.
The soft strands of his long hair became a source of comfort as Sebastian clutched onto them, the rhythmic playing a small distraction from the overwhelming emotions.
Harry, his heart heavy with empathy, whispered reassurances to his son, "S’okay, buddy. Everything s’okay."
He swayed gently, attempting to ease Sebastian's distress. The bustling grotto faded into the background as the connection between father and son took center stage, the soothing hush of whispered comforts filling the air.
Sebastian's cries gradually softened, but he continued to hold onto his father, finding security in the familiar embrace. Harry, understanding the need for patience, remained steadfast, allowing the moment to unfold naturally.
Feeling the weight of Sebastian in his arms, Harry looked down at his tear-streaked face and whispered, "Shall we go home and see Mummy?"
Sebastian, still clinging to his father, nodded in response, his small thumb finding its way into his mouth. The simple gesture revealed a longing for the familiar comfort of home and the soothing presence of his mother.
With a shared understanding, Harry began to make his way out of the festive grotto, holding Sebastian close. The twinkling lights and holiday cheer gradually faded as they exited, leaving behind the whirlwind of emotions that had marked their encounter with Santa.
As they stepped into the crisp winter air, Harry tightened his grip on his son, ready to bring him back to the warmth and familiarity of home.
Sebastian's thumb remained in his mouth, a silent signal of the need for reassurance and comfort. Harry, with each step, whispered words of comfort, promising the solace of home and the embrace of Mummy waiting there.
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💓 Meet Velvet! 💓
If you’ve seen my post on here about picking out dolls in person, I can’t do that anymore! My local AG Place closed in February, and I’m genuinely still in disbelief. However, this girl embodies all of the wonderful memories I have made there, as I purchased her on my last trip there on February 16. ❤️
Velvet is a truly me 118, who was never really on my radar when she was first released, but something inside me decided I absolutely NEEDED this doll after seeing a million photos of her on AGIG! When picking out my second to last doll at AGP Columbus, though, I chose truly me 120 instead. Sometimes I’m so mad at myself because, when I picked her out, she didn’t have that awful little star on the bottom of her foot, but there was also one 118 in the store who did not. When I went to pick out Velvet, tons of 120’s were in the store without a star foot, but EVERY 118 had one! It was a nightmare to pick Velvet out, but her sweet face just spoke to me and I bought her anyways! 🌟
One thing I really love to do with my dolls is create stop motion videos for my AGTube channel, AGBob DollPants. For those videos, I have to fashion personalities for my dolls, which usually persist with unusual, outlandish personality traits that create a lot of chaos. However, making a more relatable personality for Velvet has really helped me bond with her! 💓
As I tried to come up with ways to “make up for” her star foot, I landed on the idea that the star is her “scar” from being the last doll to “step foot” into the AGP. Then, I came up with the most BRILLIANT idea! She would be an AGIGer and AGTuber like me! 🌟
In my “doll lore,” Velvet’s presence on AGIG has become even more relatable to me, as I’ve created a story for her that involves similar events to my own experience in high school. At the age of 17, Velvet is a senior in high school, and she still absolutely adores her AG dolls. Navigating her upcoming adulthood, she has to deal with her adult friends growing out of dolls, trying to hide her AGIG from people at school, and the closure of her local AG Place.
At least she has her stories, though. Velvet has loved to write stories about her dolls since she was eight years old. Though I do not have a mini doll to represent him, her stories mostly revolve around Fletcher Rae—a customized Kaya mold boy doll with curly black hair and freckles who was created from a mangled Kaya doll that she “found at a yard sale.” Fletcher, as well as every other doll in Velvet’s collection, attends a school of magic in their 400 page novels! So far, Velvet has created six books about Fletcher in the style of the AG historical books, such as “Meet Fletcher” and “Fletcher Saves the Day,” but filled to the brim with action, suspense, and TONS of lore! ✨
Nobody at Velvet’s school knows that these stories are really about a massive collection of American Girl dolls, though—except for her best friend (who is still to be determined, she will be one of my existing dolls!) As much as she would love to share her doll collection with the world, only the closest people in her life know about her passion for these dolls. Similarly to my own life, Velvet feels like she’s hiding a huge part of her personality to others when she first meets them—almost appearing “personality-less” without her dolls. However, with thousands of followers on AGIG, Velvet realizes how amazing her dolls truly are, as so many people admire her photography skills and love for the American Girl brand! 💓
I absolutely love taking photos of Velvet as if she was a real AGIGer. The photo above showcases her dolls falling over during a photo shoot…I’m sure we’ve all been there! I just adore having a doll who doesn’t look like me, but embodies a similar personality. With Velvet as an AGIGer, I am able to feel more seen as an adult with a passion for AG, even though I created her character myself. Even though Z Yang was a 13 year old girl who adored AGTube (who I own in my collection), something about carefully crafting everything about Velvet’s character makes her so much more special! ❤️
After deciding her personality, and considering the fact that she was my last doll from AGP Columbus, Velvet quickly became my favorite doll of ALL TIME! Though I have had other “comfort dolls” in the past, there is just something about this girl that rises above all the others. To be honest, I don’t even know what I was doing without her! 🌟
Every single day since I first purchased this doll, she has not left my sight. Of course, she always has to have a mini doll with her, so a lot of mini dolls have also been invading my bedroom. Having Velvet around has even inspired me to take the photo above at a public library! It’s been a long time since I took photos in a public facility that was not outdoors, so her love for AGIG has made me more confident in that respect! ❤️
Once you find a doll that you really bond with, they will be your best friend forever! I’m shocked, yet not surprised, that I did not feel this way for my first two dolls that I got all the way back in 2012, but for a doll that I actually purchased as an adult. I like to think that I’ve just accumulated more appreciation for my dolls with time! ✨
Even though my beloved AGP closed, I am beyond thrilled to have the most PERFECT 118 in my collection. It sounds a bit silly, but Velvet means the absolute world to me, and I am so glad to have such a connection with one of my dolls! 💓
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Love in the Hamptons🤍🥂
Parings: Chris Evans x reader
Summary: You and Chris spend a romantic weekend in the Hamptons
Song for the fic: Old Money- Lana Del Rey
The warm summer breeze swept through the car as Chris drove down the winding road towards their house in the Hamptons. The scent of saltwater filled the air, and the anticipation of a relaxing weekend away together made your hearts flutter.
As the both of you arrived at the stunning beachfront property, Chris parked the car and turned to you with a grin. "Welcome to our little slice of paradise," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
Hand in hand, you and Chris walked up the stone pathway, surrounded by vibrant flowers and manicured gardens. The sound of seagulls filled the air as the both of you reached the front door. Chris unlocked it, revealing a beautifully decorated beach-style interior that exuded warmth and comfort.
Your eyes widened in awe as you stepped inside. The spacious living room boasted large windows that overlooked the ocean, inviting the golden sunlight to fill the space. The scent of fresh ocean air mingled with the soft sound of waves crashing against the shore.
Chris wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling them close. "This place has always been my sanctuary," he confessed, his voice filled with affection. "And now, it's ours."
Over the next few days, you and Chris reveled in the beauty of the Hamptons. The both of spent lazy mornings strolling along the shoreline, the both of your bare feet sinking into the warm sand. The sun kissed your skin, and laughter filled the air as the both of you chased each other, playfully splashing water.
In the afternoons, you and Chris explored the quaint little town nearby, hand in hand as you both ventured into charming boutiques and indulged in ice cream cones. The both of you shared intimate conversations over candlelit dinners, savoring every moment of each other's company.
As the sun began to set, you and Chris would retreat to the porch, sinking into plush chairs as you both watched the sky transform into a canvas of vibrant colors. With your fingers intertwined with his, you and Chris would whisper sweet nothings and dreams for the future to each other, feeling the weight of Chris’s love grow stronger with each passing day.
On one particular evening, a gentle breeze rustled through the palm trees that lined the property. Chris pulled you into a slow dance on the porch, swaying to the rhythm of the waves crashing against the shore. The soft sound of “Moonlight Serenade” by Frank Sinatra playing in the background added a touch of magic to the moment.
The both of your hearts beat in sync as the both of you danced under the starlit sky, together your was love casting a warm glow around the both of you. In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only Chris and you in your own little universe.
As the night wore on, the both you wrapped yourselves in blankets and lay on the porch, your bodies pressed close together. Your fingertips traced constellations in the sky, sharing stories and dreams that the both of you had never spoken aloud before.
Eventually, exhaustion took hold, and you both retreated to the cozy bedroom, falling into a peaceful sleep wrapped in each other's arms. The Hamptons had witnessed your love story unfold, and it held those memories close, ready to welcome them back whenever you and Chris needed a sanctuary from the outside world.
In the embrace of your shared beachfront home, the both of you found solace, love, and a never-ending bond. The Hamptons became not just a place, but a symbol of your love, a reminder of the beauty you both had created together.
And as the both of you drifted off to sleep, your hearts and souls intertwined, you knew that the Hamptons would forever hold a special place in your hearts—a haven that would always welcome the both of you back, whispering tales of love and memories yet to be made.
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hey!! I loved your obey me fic, could you do the same for simeon solomon barbatos and diavolo?? ik the limit is 3 but still🥺🥺
How would they flirt with MC (pt. 2)
Author’s note: thanks for the request! I will do the 4 of them.
You can check pt. 1 here
1. Simeon:
Simeon’s interactions with mc would be all about kindness, compassion and a gentle demeanor.
Since he’s from the Celestial Realm, his flirting style is refined and respectful. He would often offer words of encouragement and support, acknowledging her efforts and accomplishments in the demon realm.
His affectionate gestures would reflect his caring nature, as he seeks to protect and guide her during her time at RAD.
He might offer to accompany her on excursions or help her with her studies, aiming to make her feel comfortable and at ease in unfamiliar surroundings.
His compliments would be sincere and heartfelt, focusing on her pure heart and inner strength. Simeon would be drawn to her ability to see the good in others, admiring her compassionate nature and genuine desire to help those around her.
He might write poetry or compose songs dedicated to her, expressing his admiration and appreciation to her presence in his life.
His gentle yet unwavering affection would serve as a guiding light, bringing comfort and solace during challenging times.
2. Solomon:
In Solomon’s case, his interactions would be intriguing and enigmatic.
His flirting style would involve a blend of charm, mystery and wit. He enjoys teasing and testing mc, all the while displaying a captivating charm that draws her in.
He would engage her in playful banter, demonstrating his vast knowledge and understanding of magic. He might share tales of his adventures or challenges, aiming to impress her with his skills and accomplishments.
In his company, mc would be drawn to the thrill of the unknown, finding excitement in the unpredictability of her interactions.
His compliments would be clever and eloquent, praising her intellect, adaptability and bravery. He would also value her ability to face challenges head-on and admire her curiosity for the unknown.
He might offer her magical trinkets or artifacts, personalized to suit her interests and strengths, as a way of expressing his appreciation for her presence in his life.
As their relationship progresses, Solomon’s guarded exterior will soften, revealing glimpses of vulnerability and sincerity.
He would gradually share more about his past and emotions, allowing mc to see the depths of his true self.
In this moments of intimacy, mc would witness a side of Solomon that few others have experienced, creating a unique and profound connection between them.
3. Barbatos:
Barbatos’ interactions would be marked by a sense of elegance. He would be attentive to her needs and preferences, often anticipating her desires before she even expresses them.
His filtration would involve thoughtful gestures, such as arranging her schedule or organizing special events tailored to her ability to inspire and lead others to her interests. He might prepare tea or snacks for her, ensuring that every detail is perfect.
His compliments would be subtle yet sincere, focusing on her grace, charm and unique qualities.
Barbatos would admire her ability to inspire and lead others, acknowledging her natural charisma and the positive impact she has on those around her.
He would hold her in high stem, viewing her as an important and valued presence in the Royal House of Devildom.
Beyond his professionalism, he might offer glimpses of his caring caring nature and concern for her well-being. He would be discreet and respectful, creating a sense of trust that allows mc to confide in him.
His calming presence would provide a sense of stability and security, creating a strong bond between them as she navigates the challenges of her role in the demon realm.
4. Diavolo:
His interactions would be marked by a sense of warmth, charm and royalty. He takes an active interest in her progress and well-being, seeing her as a potential ally and friend.
Diavolo’s filtration would be a delicate dance of compliments and playful banter. He would engage her in lively conversations, showcasing his vibrant personality and genuine interest in getting to know her.
He might invite her to various events and activities, ensuring that she experiences the grandeur and splendor of the Devildom.
His compliments would be grand and genuine, focusing on her potential and unique abilities.
Diavolo would see her as a beacon of hope and potential for unity between Celestial Realm and the Devildom, acknowledging her role as a crucial figure in the story of the realms.
While his royal duties might sometimes keep him busy, he would always make time for mc, expressing his care and appreciation for her companionship.
He might seek her counsel on important matters, valuing her insights and opinions.
As their relationship deepens, Diavolo’s affections would become evident, creating a sense of camaraderie and trust that spans beyond the realms they inhabit.
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