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all I wanna do
like a rain shower in midsummer, I need you
cuz all I wanna do is be with you
word count : 5.3k words
genre : fluff revolving around two goofballs; scriptwriter! ningning x office worker! reader; experiencing a disastrous date won't stop you from planning the best date for the love of your life
t/w : none :)
a/n : a light-hearted, playful date with ms ning yizhuo! imagine her laughters throughout the entire thing and just seeing how happy she is being with you 🤍 I love this baby so much :') anyways enjoy !!
outfit? check. water bottles? check. portable fan? check. power bank? check. umbrella? check. snacks for your pretty girlfriend? check. after that disastrous date with yizhuo last time, you were traumatized hence the over-the-board preparation for today's date with her. you had planned a lot of events for the day, hoping that she would be surprised with how you made sure things were to go according to plan. her reactions are just the cutest and no one can tell you otherwise.
regardless of whether it was going to rain, or if you lose her in a crowd as her phone dies, or if she gets incredibly hungry that she's in the mood to murder you. yes, that was how the entire date went the last time when you two headed for a mini concert in the outskirts. just thinking about it again sent chills down your spine. never again, you thought.
as you take a step out of your apartment, that annoying ringtone informed you of who the caller was.
"yeah, babe?"
'on the way? or you just woke up and getting ready to throw on just anything?'
"missy, I'm slaying my fit of the year. and yes, I'm on my way. maybe in another thirty minutes?"
'okay, missy. sounds good to me, see you then babe!'
"love you."
'love you too!'
her voice got softer, as usual walking away from her phone to do her own things. she usually lets you end the call, either you'd end it while chuckling at her antics or listening a little longer to hear her humming a song that's on her 36th spotify playlist.
the sun was shining, the clouds were fluffy, and the bus just passed by the stop before heading for yours. was it more than enough time for you to make it? sure, but, that was if you ran for it. you were definitely not waiting for the next one that was going to be in the next 15 minutes.
the run wasn't too bad, giving you a chance to try out your new pair of sneakers. definitely not made for running, but they were sure looking amazing with your outfit. yizhuo had gotten them for you when you had finished that torturing physics paper one semester ago but you couldn't get yourself to wear them. she insisted that you wore it after she saw them in a new display box you got for it when she slept over after spending hours playing animal crossing with you.
'jagi, didn't I get those for you?'
'yep.'
'wear them when we go on a date next week.'
'but-'
'no buts.'
so that was how you were striding in these slides. they made you a little taller, which was the perfect height to pull yizhuo into a hug and rub your head on her hair. she hated those the most, but you love the scent of her vanilla shampoo, calming and soothing. as you stared out the bus window from your seat, your lips naturally curled into a smile as you reminisced those times when you and her took the bus home during your uni days.
when you had shared social law with her, you always took the bus with her after classes at the end of the day. you had known that she lived a little further from campus instead of the dorms and you happened to also take the same bus line as she did. acquaintances bloomed into friends, and you took your friendship with her to the next stage when you confessed that you saw her as more than a friend. you were the happiest girl alive when she said that she felt the same too.
when you had graduated with your psychology degree and her with her communication degree, that was when you found out that yizhuo had not lived three bus stops away from yours. and that was also when she had found out that you lived two bus stops before where she supposedly lived. in summary, you were two idiots thinking that you guys were so smart for trying to fool each other.
she did indeed live in the campus dorm, but just got down the stop where her friend lived at, in a way using her as an excuse to spend more time with you. you on the other hand, did similarly to spend more time with her by pretending that you got off at the next stop after hers. for four months straight, you had took a whole trip around the neighbourhood each time you had social law.
till this day, this was still something that you and her would bring up and laugh about at how stupid you two were. but you didn't complain, you were stupid in love with her.
a ring on yizhuo's doorbell was enough to make her frown from finishing her favourite shampoo to smiling as it indicated that her huggable human was by the door. when she swung the door open, she was surprised to find you with a bouquet of crocheted pink tulips and a puffy tote bag. first, you hated tote bags because you were afraid of forgetting them on your seat. second, what occasion was it for the flowers?
"hello, girlfriend."
"hello to you too. what's with the flowers?"
a toothy grin was all it took to convince that it wasn't a special occasion that she knew, but rather one that you wanted to celebrate because, you just wanted to.
"it's 520 days since we've started dating. so yeah, happy 520!"
"and here I thought that I had forgotten our anniversary or something."
"well, it's still something to celebrate about."
if yizhuo had her clumsy and quirky antics, you had your puppy-like and unpredictable antics. it wasn't once or twice that you had showed up to her front door with tulips or roses, be it real or fake, or crocheted. or that one time you had a spur in the moment and made her beef wellington for lunch. you didn't even like cooking that much.
'I saw this recipe and I thought you would like it a lot!' as she quotes from you.
but none of that can stop her from loving you more as each day went by. the good morning and good night texts were a must and meeting up at least once every day was the base, whether it be face-to-face or through facetime. as much as she could feel her fatigue from her day fade away when she saw that smile of yours, so did you when you heard that laughter of hers when you crack a joke.
"thank you, babe. I like it a lot."
she tiptoed to press a little peck on your cheek, which led to that big ass grin on your face and your tail would have wagged hard like a helicopter, if you had one. seeing your usual reaction, yizhuo went back to her room to proceed getting ready for the day. oh, did you mention that she looks amazing even when she had her hair up in a messy bun, and the most worn out, comfortable home clothes? yeah, now you know.
as you took your spot on the couch, it didn't take her longer than 20 minutes to be in the cutest outfit for your anticipated outing. the opening of her bedroom door prompted you to stand by the shoe rack and put your shoes on.
"ready?"
"mhm."
after you leaving her place, she naturally headed over to the bus stop while you stepped further from it, making her confused at the way you had a mischievous smile on your face. you walked over to her and dragged her along to the nearest car rental shop, rendering her further confusion.
leaving her at the entrance for a bit, you returned while twirling a shiny key with a far too recognizable logo printed on it,
"I knew we were going to the aquarium, but you didn't mention anything about driving there. when did you even have a driver's license?"
"well, surprise."
driving wasn't a practical option since you lived four bus stops away from your now alma mater. public transportation was a pain in the ass during before and after work peak hours but that was more worth than paying for the parking fee. that included having not told yizhuo about your driving capabilities.
your campus was practically in the middle of the city where most necessities were within public transportation reach. it didn't really matter if you had a car or not cause that was how convenient travelling for stuff was. if there was a need for a car, you would just ask minjeong for hers since she drives. even now, you could get to your job without a car, and you only head to office 3 days a week.
"and you rented a BMW?"
"yes?"
the look on her face darkened further as she couldn't comprehend your spending tendencies. you weren't a thrifty douchebag, so this was really a firsthand experience of you being willing to spend so much when there were cheaper options.
"please tell me you're joking. this could easily cost you half of your monthly salary for a day."
"okay okay, yes, I'm joking."
"thank god."
" but I did buy a kawasaki though."
yizhuo's jaw could not drop further as you said those seven words. she couldn't even form words, let alone sentences.
"wha- huh- you- eh?"
"come on, I got a second hand one so it's a lot cheaper. and it was a snatch with its low mileage."
the whole ride to the aquarium was just her bombarding you with questions on why you decided to get a motorcycle, when did you get your driver's license and a whole lot more. the entire ride there. though you weren't annoyed, you found it adorable that she wanted to know more. you being down bad was an understatement, you were just so in love with her that you don't see any chance of you getting back from being down bad.
you sure didn't need a second hand kawasaki to get to work considering the many reasons that would have stopped you from getting it. but there was one extremely big reason to get it that surpass every other. it was yizhuo. at the end of every day where you would drop by her place to spend time together, she would tell you about the things she encountered on the way home on the train, be it good or bad.
you were content with listening to how she would coo at the children and babies she saw, but grimaced at some things she would witness that you don't even want to reiterate. just then you thought, maybe you should get a vehicle to fetch yizhuo after work. as a scriptwriter, the expectation to get things done by her deadlines were brutal, from your nine-to-five job perspective. at times, she would finish past dinner hours and leave the broadcasting station with slumping shoulders while you waited for her at a nearby cafe to have dinner together after she clocks out. it always made a part of your heart ache a little when she drapes her body over you, with her basking in your scent.
she had always reassured you that she would feel her energy pick up when she spots you at your usual spot waiting. and even more so when she hugs you, as if you were her human energizer. but to imagine the days that you wouldn't be there, it was the right decision to get a vehicle for her to relax in after work on the way home. regardless of whether it was this nice BMW or the kawasaki you got, you get to accompany her back home while she talks about her day at the broadcasting station.
to head home together after a long day and lay in her arms on the couch while watching a movie was always your dream. usually her housemates would be around and it wasn't that comfortable to have the whole living room to yourselves. you would either leave after dropping her off or you would spend some time in her room for a while since she would reason that you have work the next day. one day, you would get a house together with her and make that dream a reality. one day.
"for me? this nice ass bike because you wanted me to get home safe?"
"yep."
she looked at you in disbelief, worried that the cost of this damn bike would put a hole in your wallet while you had a sheepish smile knowing exactly what she had in mind.
"I know it sounds crazy but trust me, I've planned this for a long time."
"how long?"
"roughly 5 years."
as yizhuo mentally counted, she figured that that was when you were still freshmen back in university. although she was flattered by the fact that you fell for her since then, she couldn't help but feel bad. and you knew she would from the way her smile fell a little, just enough for you to be able to tell.
"don't feel bad babe. I did say it's for you, but it's also for me, for us. it's a lot better than having to squeeze into the train and having body odour rubbed all over my face."
the joke managed to lift her mood as she giggles at the way she could relate too. well, you could say that this kawasaki was a dream motorcycle that you've had your eye on for some time now too. her hand reached over to yours on the gear stick, her eyes looking into yours, feeling that she was the luckiest girlfriend on earth.
"you're welcome, and let's go see those penguins, shall we?"
"welcome to underwater haven, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! I will be your guide today, so make sure to remember how I look like. you wouldn't wanna get lost and bump into the polar bear."
the crowd laughed at the humor of the male guide, before following to enter into the aquarium for the day.
in one hand, was your professional camera to capture the beauty of the animals (as well as your girlfriend), and yizhuo's hand intertwined with yours in the other. although she was more fond of furry animals in the petting zoos, she absolutely loved the way your eyes would sparkle when you tell her about your favourite aquatic animals that even she had managed to remember by now. you looked like an excited child jumping around and she just wants to give you all the kisses that you deserved for being so cute.
"oh! that's the angelfish. isn't it such a nice shade of pastel blue? and the way they just look so pretty."
"yes yes, very pretty."
and her gaze was just fixated on your smile that hasn't fell ever since you stepped foot in here. she couldn't give a damn about all these fishes that looked the same to her. all it did was make her crave for some good sushi, but she shall not talk about that while you're here. maybe in the next few days, she should bring it up. for now, she would enjoy this aquarium date.
"did you have fun?"
"mhm. did you? weren't you bored a little halfway?"
"I mean yeah but when I look over to you, wow best day ever."
you shot yizhuo a glare before relaxing when you knew that she had eyes only for you.
"I love you too."
that sheepish smile on her face made you chuckle at the way you found it cute, realization for the nth time that you would never be able to win against her. be it her random rendezvous at odd hours or cheeky remarks like this.
"so where would lunch be, ms. 'I have a BMW now so we can go anywhere we want'?"
she's just not gonna let you breathe huh?
"well, it is a thursday today. so you know what that means."
"the bazaar!"
the first time she found out about the bazaar, she had always gone there either alone since her friend had clashing schedules or would resort to the cafeteria food which she disliked a little. after knowing you through social law, she deciced to persuade you to accompany her there.
'you mean be your chaperone?'
'I wouldn't put it that way, think of it that you're there as my food mate.'
it was a weekly food bazaar that happened at the city square, filled with all kinds of food from all around the world. yizhuo was always down to try anything that was edible, while you were just there to be with her as you didn't fancy trying new things.
'come on! try this, the vendor said it's glutinous rice cooked in a bamboo tube.'
'it looks questionable.'
but to be honest, it did taste good. while she had a habit of ordering a variety to try, she wouldn't hesitate to share it with her friends, encouraging them to head to the bazaar to try out too. when you looked back and thought about it, she was also helping out the local businesses that had a hard time. she tried to deny, giving you the reason that they had better food that whatever the cafeteria served. however, you would notice each time you stood by her while she talked to the vendors. the way her eyes fold into crescents, truly grateful that they were doing great.
as you spent more time with her throughout your days, you harbored feelings for her and they just grew out of control when you would malfunction from being around her. you were there once as an acquaintance, now you were back there again, as her girlfriend. wow, thinking about it made you feel overwhelmed.
"are you sure we're able to finish this?"
"if we can't, we could bring it over for minjeong."
"I'm pretty sure she would be too full from lunch with jimin. you know how those two are."
"well, I guess this is all for us!"
just watching yizhuo enjoy the food in front of her made you feel as if you had ate. if your girlfriend was happily full, then so were you. at some point, the vendors didn't change often, and they soon became permanent at the bazaar, being able to find a crowd of customers for themselves. you didn't remember how it happened, but when yizhuo would always recommend it to the people around her, you knew who it was because of.
"what? is there anything on my face?"
your gentle gaze had her rub the sides of her mouth, then her cheeks. full of food while she mumbles, it was just a sight too adorable. you succeeded at holding back your urge to squeeze her cheeks, or you would end up with a flick on your forehead.
"nothing, you just look really pretty."
"thank you, but I can't tell if you're being sarcastic cause I am stuffing my face full of food right now."
"nothing beats a happy girlfriend who loves her food. and it's cute."
extending a hand over to clear that sauce stain on the corner of her mouth, you looked so lovesick, it almost made the people at the table on the right gag. what did single people do to be punished like this?
you would only cut it out with the lovey dovey eyes when yizhuo made sure that you were eating enough unlike when you were in your final year. that final year research paper had you lose 5kg throughout the journey and you wish to not experience that ever again. sleep was an option and so was food. if it wasn't for her threatening to have your meals properly or she would not see you again, you would have probably fainted at least twice that year.
so now, you have a wonderful girlfriend and a stomach full of good food. the day was going spectacularly smooth without any problems. but you spoke too soon when the sun had set and night had came.
after the bazaar lunch, you were to drive to a restaurant by the beach that yizhuo had really wanted to try but didn't insist on going as it was far. since you had rented a car, it was only right to bring her there. before night would fall, it would have been perfect to enjoy the sunset by the time you would have arrived considering the journey.
that was until the car started to smoke on the front all of a sudden. pulling over to the side of the road, you had to call for help from the nearest car repair shop to send a tow truck. you weren't going to risk driving there despite it being a short distance, not with her in the car.
as the tow truck arrived along with another car, you thanked the foreman for offering to drive you two to your destination when he couldn't get you a spare car. nevertheless, you managed to reach just in time to sit by the beach to admire the sunset with yizhuo. that was before it got windy and droplets of rain turned into a downpour.
"why is it always like this whenever we decide to go out for dates?"
she was feeling a little down from the mishaps from the car to the downpour. to be frank, you were too, since you had hoped that the date ended perfectly since she had looked forward to it a lot. although she didn't verbally express her excitement, you could tell from the way she had already put together an outfit for the day a week before and marked the date on her calendar with a big red circle and hearts around it.
"babe, things happen. plus it was my fault that I didn't check the car properly before today."
"it's not your fault, like you said things happen. just why on our dates..."
you were half soaked from the rain even with an umbrella. as you sought shelter at nearby shop, yizhuo wasn't soaked as much because you had wrapped yourself over her to make sure she didn't. that also made her a little more upset as she was scared you would get sick because of her. on the brighter side, you were at a vintage shop where they had quite a collection of film cameras. you had to take the opportunity to get one from here before you left. but first, back to making your girlfriend feel better.
"hey hey, babe. look at me."
you placed your hands on her cheeks and made her face you, squishing them a little. around her colleagues, she was competent and very professional when dealing with the producers and directors at her workplace. but when she comes home and relaxes around you, she would turn into a small little kitten that needed her favourite human pillow. just like how you had her pouting and leaning into your hands.
"things don't have to always go as planned. it's best if it did, but now that it didn't. we're here at this vintage shop and it looks like there's a lot of stuff to explore around here."
"sure we missed the sunset for a little, but we stumbled upon this place."
and with that, your girlfriend was back to her normal self.
"okay, but promise me you're not going to get too many things. nothing else is going to fit that glass case."
"yes, ma'am."
giving her a tiny salute and a cheeky smile, it was another mission success of making the best out of a (sorta) ruined date.
"I did mention not to get too many things, but you did get something that was very expensive."
"but it does take really good film pictures. plus, a good camera to fit the most beautiful model in the world."
yizhuo scoffed at the compliment but couldn't help but blush a little. thankfully, the downpour had come to a stop, only a small drizzle remained.
as you headed towards the restaurant that you had made reservation for, you couldn't help but feel super lucky at that moment as the sky was still lit and the ambience of the waves hitting the shore, as well as the drizzle adding its touch. along with the beautiful sight of her while her hair is blown by the wind, that gorgeous smile making you fall for her all over again.
arriving there, you were brought to your reserved table before ordering whatever she wanted on the menu. the wait wasn't too long, which was good as it was quite eventful before this meal. as you indulged in the local delicacies, you couldn't help asking yizhuo if she was in for some alcohol. and knowing her, she wouldn't pass on the offer.
you only drank a little as you would still need to drive back, as the foreman had mentioned that it wouldn't take till the next day to fix the car. just as you wrapped up your fulfilling meal, your phone rang, indicating the caller to be the foreman.
"yes, mr. lee. is the car done?"
"I'm very sorry miss, but I've called to inform you that we've come across another problem from the engine as we looked into it earlier. we would need another day for it as we are closing soon."
"ohh... umm... alright then. we'll look around for somewhere to stay for the time being. thank you very much."
hearing how you would need to look for somewhere to stay and seeing that apologetic smile plastered on your lips, yizhuo just knew that the plans for the day had changed for third time.
"we need to look for a motel?"
"hey! you don't need to put it that way."
the ends of your ears started burning a little as you hid your face in your hands, trying to lower the rising temperature of your cheeks. her word choice had caught you very off guard while she remained calm.
"it is what it is. plus, we could get separate rooms so why so shy?"
she was definitely having a great time teasing you.
you managed to find a decent place after asking the locals. but being there on the weekends only meant that there was no such things as vacancy. however, you still decided to shoot your shot, praying for two rooms.
"we've got only one room left, with a single bed."
and you definitely didn't expect that shot to miss entirely. it was better than no rooms at all, and it meant using the same room as yizhuo. you had to repeat that to yourself several times to fully register what you had heard. number 1, you had not slept over at her place before as you didn't want her housemates to feel uncomfortable with your unfamiliar presence. number 2, it would only be you and her in a room. nothing would probably happen, given that you would be sleeping on the couch.
"where are you going?"
"to sleep...?"
drying your hair with the provided towel, you glanced over to your girlfriend who already dried her hair and changed into a set of pajamas that you had got from a nearby shop. you were in a similar one with a different color, reminding you too much of what married couples would usually where in dramas. 'enough!', you thought.
as much as you wanted to wake the next morning in your arms, you held yourself back as it might make her uneasy. what if she's not used to sharing the bed with someone? what if she thinks it would be hot? what if you snore? what if―
before you could complete all the possible scenarios from overthinking, yizhuo stretched out her arms, telling you to hug her. and so you did. as you fell for her temptation, she pulled you in closer to make you fall onto the bed. as she leaned over to place her lips on yours, your brain short-circuited with too many things happening at once. pulling away, all she saw was a shocked puppy speechless and thoughtless.
"you good?"
"huh?"
"were you going to sleep on the couch?"
"yeah..."
it was as if you lost your ability to speak because all you could do was nod or give short answers to her questions. well, you were being considerate for your girlfriend in case she didn't want to share the bed with you and you were more than willing to let her have the bed for herself. after all, the bed wasn't the biggest and it was just fitting for two people, no more, no less. but she didn't mind at all.
"why when we could just sleep together?"
you hit her a few times for her choice of words and she just wondered what she said so wrong. 'sleep together', technically you were going to sleep together but not sleep together. there was a difference, but you were just being overly sensitive from the way that your body was in close proximity with yizhuo.
it wasn't like you didn't cuddle with her before in the living room while watching dramas and movies. it wasn't like you didn't hug her every single time you would leave by the end of the day. it wasn't like she wasn't already clingy and always finding an excuse to stick right next to you, be it be holding hands or just pulling you into a bear hug. but why was this time so different just because it was on a bed?
"you could take this as practice before we get married in the future."
right, that was why it made you so fidgety and anxious like a teenage girl who was in love with her first love. true enough, she was your first love, if you were to minus out the short fling back in high school that wasn't even a relationship nor situationship.
your relationship had not even turned 2 years old and yizhuo already had confidence in that you would marry her when the time comes. and she was darn right that you would. that day just sealed the deal where you definitely couldn't see yourself spending the rest of your life with someone else other than her.
the way she would enjoy your rants about sea animals that she couldn't care less, the way she reminds you about spending too much, the way she held your hand throughout the whole date.
although she wasn't interested in the many species of fishes that you knew, she didn't complain about it and just enjoyed how you were ecstatic about them. she would nag you a little about getting too many vintage cameras when you wouldn't even use some of them, but she knew that every single one you've bought had at least taken one picture of her. she knew that physical affection wasn't your way of expression where gift giving and words of affirmation was, she made sure that you felt hers.
just like this very moment, you could feel it through the way her gaze bores into your eyes, letting you know that she loved you as much as you did for her, if not more.
"okay, if you say so, wifey."
"oh? already agreeing to the proposal?"
"no way, I will be the one proposing to you in the best way possible when that day comes."
"but does that mean you want to marry me?"
yizhuo was glad to see how you snapped out of your trance with the playful banter between you and her. not only that, your string of thoughts had brought you to a conclusion that sounded like the best one to your life story.
"yes, ms. ning yizhuo. I would love to marry you."
"cause all I wanna do is be with you."
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Hii! Can I request alex cabot x reader where they fall inlove during law school but then after they graduate they had to leave eachother for different law firms. Then after a few years, they finally meet again because of a case and give eachother a second chance? thank you!!
Second Chances
Alex Cabot x Reader (Fluff)
Warnings: Normal SVU topics (rape, murder, assault)
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Stepping foot through the grand entrance of Harvard, your nerves kicked in, your skin flushed and sweating slightly as you looked around at the bustling corridors. To say your was nervous was an understatement as you came here without knowing anybody.
As you arrived at your first lecture, you sat towards the back of the classroom in order to hide and conceal yourself from many of the other students there. Part way through the lecture, the doors burst open to reveal a blonde girl, flushed and panicking, sweat glistening on her forehead, revealing the sprint that she had endured to try and get to the lecture on time.
"So you must be Miss Cabot. You're late!" The lecturer gave the girl a stern glare, which even you felt despite being nowhere near them both.
"I'm sorry, sir. I couldn't find the classroom." She explained.
"Don't let it happen again. Sit down."
The girl looked at her surroundings, taking note of the only empty seat being next to you. She walked over, lugging her briefcase over shoulder onto the desk infront of her with a huff. She took a seat and got her equipment out infront of herself, hastily taking notes from the board at the front of the class.
The lecturer droned on throughout the class hall, however the groan of many student gained your attention back to the front, where it was evident that the tutor was already giving you all an assignment and pairing up everyone in the class. He told you that you would be in a pair with the girl that arrived late and that he expected the work to be done for next week's lesson.
You sighed, knowing that the girl would most likely be unreliable, however the she turned to face you with a nervous smile on her face and her hand outstretched for you to shake.
"Hi, I'm Alex. I know you think that I'm not reliable and you're worried about doing this assignment on your own, but I can assure you that today was an honest mistake and it won't happen again." She smiled as you took her hand, the spark fluttering through making her blush.
"Hey, I'm Y/N. Meet me at the cafe on campus. We look at the work there and start on our ideas. Don't be late." You wrote down your number and the address of the cafe on a post-it note, sliding across the desk towards her.
The bell rung, signalling the end of the lesson, and you sprung from your seat, giving Alex one final smile before you headed out the door to your next lecture.
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As you arrived at the cafe, you were shocked to find Alex already occupying a corner seat, a coffee sat on either side of the table.
"Hey." Alex's eyes lit up as she saw you. "I wasn't expecting you to be here yet"
"I told you that was just a one off." Alex explained with a smirk. She gestured to the coffee that was opposite her side of the table. "I didn't know what to get for you, so I just ordered the same as me."
"Thank you, you didn't have to." She pushed the drink closer to you as you took your seat, your hands grazing as you gratefully accepted the steaming beverage from her hands. You didn't miss the blush that accented her pale cheeks, creeping its way down her chest as you grinned at her flushed state.
A few hours into the stay at the cafe, the assignment was long forgotten, as empty plates and drinks littered the table, where both of you chattered, laughed, and joked with each other. The waitress came over and informed you both that the cafe was closing soon, so both of you packed your things up and set off through the doors into the breezy, autumn evening.
The wind whipped your hair around your face, and the trees around you rustled with the fierce breeze that soared through the air. Alex reached out her hand and removed the hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. Her eyes glistened under the fading sun as she leaning in, her face inches away from your own.
"I really want to kiss you." Alex admitted. "Can I?"
You leant in, your lips brushing against hers, sparks shocking your lips as you added more pressure to hers lips. One of Alex's hands rested on your waist, pulling you closer to her, whilst her other hand caressed your chin, silently pleading you to stay.
"Would you like to come back to my dorm?." You muttered as you pulled away slightly from her embrace.
"I thought you'd never ask."
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You both spent time together over the next few weeks, and then weeks turned into months, and then you had admitted that you loved Alex, however you were too afraid to admit them to her.
You had both become best friends and supported each other through thick and thin, yet the kiss and the night that you had spent together had never been spoken about since it occurred.
The end of the school year was rapidly approaching and neither you or Alex had discussed your next steps with each other. You had figured that should would become a defense attorney at the same firm that you had your eyes set on, however you couldn't be too sure.
Later that day, you met up with Alex at the cafe on campus, ordering on behalf of both of you as you awaited her arrival. She waltzed through the door and planted herself in the opposing seat to you. A light sheen of sweat covered her face as she huffed out a breath.
"I'm sorry for being late. Today's been hectic, and the workload is too much. I haven't had a break all week."
"It's okay, Lexi. You need to take a break though, I've never seen you so tense and stressed out."
"I have the weekend off, I was hoping that maybe we could spend the weekend together."
"I'd love that, more than you'd know."
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Alex had booked a reservation at a nice restaurant just outside of the Harvard campus, the decoration classy and the atmosphere calm and relaxed.
You decided on wearing a figure-hugging, short black dress and your hair updo in a messy bun, with a little makeup. Alex met you at the restaurant, her blue eyes boring into yours, and then her eyes dropping down to drink you in.
"W-wow, you look...gorgeous, Y/N." Alex stuttered, her lips splitting into a shy grin.
"Thank you, Al. You don't look too bad yourself." You winked at her with a smirk on your face. You chuckled at the flush that enveloped her cheeks.
The evening went by amazingly, both of you indulging into your meals and drinks, and sharing your dessert.
"Y/N, I need to talk to you. I've decided that I'm joining prosecution at the DA's office in Manhattan. I'll be moving to New York next week and starting there shortly after."
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That was 4 years ago.
After studying at Harvard, you got a job in Chicago as a prosecutor for White Collar crimes, as well as Homicide too. However, your boss had just convinced you to transfer to Manhattan to work alongside the Special Victims Unit, as they were short-staffed and were drowning in cases.
You had caught a flight to New York on Friday and spent the weekend preparing for your new job and finding your way around the city.
Monday morning flew around and beofre you knew it, you were striding into the precinct that you had been assigned to. You were walking through the corridor to the main room you'd be spending time in when you smelt the perfume, the perfume that Alex Cabot always wore. You were hit with memories of your time together, the kisses that you had shared and especially the love that you had developed for her.
For years, you had hoped to see her again, but you hadn't heard anything from her after you had tried to contact her, with no record of her on social media.
You enter the briefing room in the precinct, where Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson were quick to fill you in on the case that you would be working on with them and another ADA. Your eyes almost popped out of your head as you were introduced to the ADA that you were working alongside, when you realised you were in the presence on Alex Cabot, the one who got away.
"H-Hi Miss Cabot, I'm Miss Y/L/N. I'll be working with you on this case." You sputtered as you offered her your hand to shake whilst you re-introduced yourself to her.
"Y/N..." Alex's eyes softened as she regarded you, her hand lingering in yours as she shook it.
Tears pricked at your eyes as you tried to desperately blink them back, refusing to cry in front of the squad and Alex, especially on your first day. Throughout the day, you felt Alex gazing at you every time you made a pitch or expressed your opinions.
You were ready to leave the precinct when you felt a tug on your blazer sleeve. You turned to see Alex towering over you, her piercing blue eyes glazing down into yours.
"Y/N, can we talk?" Her face showed worry that she would be rejected, and she honestly wouldn't blame you after she just left without any contact.
"Sure." You agreed as you opened the door to an empty interrogation room, leading the way inside of it.
"Alex. Why did you just leave? I understood you leaving for this job but I never heard off you. I really missed you!" Tears were threatening to fall from your eyes, but you tried your best to mask your sadness with a serious facade.
"I'm sorry, Y/N. I heard so many stories about how relationships and friendships faltered under the stress and intensity of working at the Special Victims Unit. I was so scared that you'd have enough of me being too busy to talk or to see you, so I thought that if I cut contact with you, it wouldn't hurt as much as if you ditched me. I was so scared to let you go Y/N and I'm sorry that I never got to tell you."
"Tell me what?" You questioned.
"That I...I love you." She admitted.
"W-What?"
"Y/N, I love you so much. I never wanted to leave you and I regret never telling you any sooner."
"Alex... I-I love you too. I missed you so much."
You embraced her, tucking you head into the crook of her neck, taking in the scent that you had missed so much since she had left. She kissed the top of your head, before lifting your head to face her. Her eyes gazed at your lips, her tongue reaching out to wetten her own.
You leaned in towards her, your head tilting upwards, your lips locking in a gentle but love-filled kiss, the kiss speaking louder than any words that Alex could say.
"Will you give me a second chance?" Alex's eyes were full of hope, awaiting your answer to her question.
"On one condition. You don't leave me again."
"I promise."
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Stress Relief
Summary: A very stressed Jennifer get’s help from her friend and roommate to destress
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a/n: this so bad i am so sorry, part 2 maybe if anyone is interested
Reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated !!! Happy reading
College was stressful for Jennifer when she started but she could handle it with her friend's help, who also understood what she was experiencing. Now that she was well into Law school, most of her friends were well into their own lives, doing what they wanted, leaving her with nobody to understand her stress. That is until you came into her life in the first couple of weeks of law school.
Both of you had met each other in the library studying, Jen was stressed out of her mind for the first test for one of her classes and there were no other areas she could stay at. Until she saw you in the corner of the library taking up a table and you let her sit with you. She got to talking to you, and both of you have a good friendship, living together in a cute apartment not too far from school and at the least stressing together in your own space. Like today, when you come back from work to be greeted by Jen sitting in the kitchen, papers all around, computer playing some music in the background from her many playlists while she looks like she needs to drink.
“ You look good Jennifer,” you say as you walk inside to find something to snack on before sleeping. Jen grumbles as she looks around at the papers, at you, and wonders why you don’t seem so stressed. She fails to see that you are also stressed but are very well at hiding it unlike her.
“ We’ve lived together for so long y/n how about you call me Jen,” she tells you in an annoyed tone.
Between the both of you, Jen is the one who doesn’t know how to relax properly, even after countless times you’ve told her to, given her tips, and even sent her an array of articles, Jen will completely ignore you and find herself about to lose her mind over the stress of her school work, school and general and everything else going on.
“ Jen are you stressed out again from school? It’s all right to find some time to relax from the mountains of work,” you explain and motion to the papers all over the table. Jen pays no mind to the lecture that’s coming as she takes another sip of her Redbull, already used to all of the time that she’s been caught overworking herself. It’s like a routine for both of you.
“ You sound like such a parent y/n,” she tells you,” I’m a big girl who can take care of herself and doesn’t need her friend to tell her when to take a break”.
Always the same thing with the two of you. Jen will study as much as she can for a test, not eat, chug so many energy drinks, eat whatever snacks she can find, be lectured by you to find time to relax, not listen to you and then get so little sleep that the cycle happens all over again.
“ honey i think we both know if you were capable enough to relax then it would of happening months ago,” you say as you see her prepare to throw an empty energy drink at you. Luck is on your side with fast reflexes, making Jen a bit mad that she doesn’t have fast reflexes. The brunette calms herself down enough to study for the next couple of hours, actually taking your advice for once as she sees you had left a bag of food in the fridge for her to eat. Or maybe it’s just yours , she has no clue. Either way , Jen takes it to eat and then decides that it wouldn’t hurt to take a quick break from the studying.
“ What does y/n fucking know about relaxing?” she thinks to herself while eating the Chinese food, luckily not left overs but her favorite order. Jen is a bit relieved at that, happy to be eating, and oh my god she just realized that maybe you do have a point about her not being able to take care of herself. Now she has to tell you that you do have a point before you get the chance.
As Jen makes her way to your room, you on the other hand are keeping yourself busy in a very fun way. Today had been especially tiring at work, the one friend with benefits bailed on you last minute between classes for a quickie in her car so here you were masturbating.
“ you know i love being your friend but i hate that you know when I should relax and WHAT THE FUCK- “ she walks into the room to see you with three fingers in your pussy, your other hand groping your tits, and some music playing in the background.
“ Why are you naked y/n?”
“I was masturbating Jennifer, why the fuck don’t you knock ?”
“ It’s me dumbass, I don’t, “ She tells you while she sees you throw on a sweater on the top half of your body while you use the blanket on the bed to cover the rest. Something about what you were doing made Jen feel some type of way and she hope that you can’t tell that she was beginning to get wet. Which she hates because out of all people, she didn’t think you would turn her on by just masturbating, then again it’s been a while since anyone has touched her so which could explain alot.
“ What do you need Jennifer?” you asked annoyed, just wanting to cum and go to sleep but your friends bad habit of not knocking on doors ruined it.
“ well, just wanted to say about relaxing-”
“ It’s fine honey, i don’t mind,” you say while Jen makes herself comfortable on the end of your bed, and in that moment you wonder what’s going on.
“ You deserve to relax Jen and i don’t mind at all helping you realize that,” which makes Jen feel more hornier in the moment, and she hopes this goes by quickly before you even notice anything.
“ yeah yeah y/n,” she mumbles to you, or more like herself as she fails to get out of herself from this situation without anything occurring or words to be said.
“ Jennifer? “
“ yeah ?”
“ Maybe I should help you relax a bit,” you tell her, grabbing her hand to pull her into your lap. Jen lets herself be taken close to you and she hopes this is going the way she thinks it’s going in her mind.
“ Do you want me to make you feel good Jennifer?” you ask in a sweet tone to the woman in your lap who looks so small. In all the time you’ve known her, she’s never been this quiet or small, and hope this doesn’t ruin your friendship in any way.
“ What do you decide Jen?”
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Any plans to write soon?
I've written down a lot of ideas I've had, and I've toyed with the next chapter of OSI in my head for months now. Writing however has been the struggle.
Recently though been watching House and fixated a bit on a story where House and Cuddy broke up later on in their relationship and things ended not too awfully. It's years later, Cuddy's daughter is 14 and she finds herself in trouble and at work with her mom. Been writing it down today. here's a snippet:
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House and Rachel heard and Saw Cuddy before she walked into the glass walled office. They were quick to hide the ketchup packets they were planning on opening and hiding under certain seat cushions.
They looked up and sat down as soon as Cuddy opened the door. The woman looked at both of them suspiciously. She was tight lipped and furrowed her brow, pointing at her child first.
“Mom, I did my missing classwork. I just took a small break to hang out with House.”
“And your break is officially over. Go back to my office and complete at least three more assignments.”
“But I have the whole-”
She pointed towards the door, “Now, young lady. Do I need to have you at my hip to make sure you do as I ask?”
Rachel felt her cheeks redden, “No. I’m going. I’m going.”
House looked at the girl, “See ya later matey.”
“Bye House.” She mumbled, defeated. The girl walked past her mother with her gaze down, though she still felt her mother’s hawk-like eyes follow her out.
It was only once Cuddy was sure that her daughter would do as she said that she turned her attention back to House, “Please just tell me you didn’t have her break any laws with you.”
“Promise. She was just helping me with a little collegiate bonding.” He walked towards his desk chair and Cuddy leaned on the door frame with a smirk, wondering what it was that “collegiate bonding” meant. “She’s here as punishment so if you are going to undermine me and take her from my office at least make it-”
“Unfun? How about torturous? Do you prefer physical punishment?” He asked sarcastically.
“House, please stop.”
The man leaned back in his chair, “Relax momma bear. I, unfortunately, could never hurt mini Cuddy. An annoying chink in my studded armor.”
And the woman tried hard not to smile. Their relationship was long over but the remnants of it were very real. And still there. After all, it wasn’t for lack of love that they broke up.
“So” He exclaimed, “I hear she’s starting her descent into teenage dirtbaghood.”
Cuddy stood a little taller, “She- she talked to you?”
He gave her a small nod. Rachel had talked to him, midway through their shenanigans, right after the stink bomb had been placed in Wilson’s office.
“Skipping her sixth period math class this week, right?”
“Please tell me she told you more.”
“She did, but I can’t-”
“House, you’re really not going to tell me?!” Cuddy’s voice grew louder, “Rachel is my daughter and I-”
“She’s fine! Relax!” He cut her off, “None of the worst case scenarios that are stockpiling in your head are true.”
“I’m not-”
“Oh please. Do you forget we dated? I know you very, very well. Look, she's going to talk to you.” He finally looked towards his ex-girlfriend's face and saw maternal worry etched on her face, “Cuddy.” He called her attention and they locked eyes, “You’re raising a good kid. Moronic at times, but aren’t we all?” Her eye roll was his cue to continue, “She’ll talk to you because she trusts you. But for now, just know she is no worse for wear.”
She sighed, but knew that House would not give in, and oddly enough, his words did make her feel better. A reminder that House had his own twisted way of making life feel easier.
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Keith has a cute cat. Keith and Lance are best friends, and studying for an exam (they go to the same college).
The cat plays matchmaker, and finally, the boys confess to each other.
(Don’t even ask me how I got this idea, I just thought about a random scenario with things I like in a fanfic lmao)
Matchmaker Cat!!
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“Hey Red,” Lance leaned down, his fingers softly petting the top of the cat's head.
“I swear you only come over to see him.” Keith placed his bag down, jumping slightly to get into his bed. They seriously made dorm beds too high.
“What?! No, you’re crazy,” Lance continued to pet the cat, who purred softly.
“Yeah, whatever.” Keith watched the taller boy pet his cat, ignoring the soft smile that formed on his face. He had known Lance since freshman year, and somehow after three years of dealing with his up-and-down attitude. Three years of Keith complaining about 8 am classes, three years of dealing with Keith.
Lance still wanted to be friends with him. Still wanted to be around him.
Keith developed a small crush on Lance their sophomore year, a crush he thought would go away after a bit. But it never did, and Keith spent most of their hangouts wondering what his lips would feel like pressed against his or if his hair was really that soft.
He tried to tell Lance after a bit but he was dating this girl named Nyma for a couple of months. Once they ended things Keith simply lost the courage. He knew Lance was into guys but he never made a move on Keith, so maybe he wasn’t into Keith.
“Are you even listening to me?!” Lance stood in front of Keith, waving his hand in front of his face.
“Sorry, what?”
Lance groaned, rolling his eyes in the process. “You’re impossible.”
“Sorry.”
Lance jumped onto the bed, flopping down as much as he could next to Keith. “I don’t want to studyyyyyy.”
“That’s the whole reason you came over.”
“No, I came over to see Red.”
Keith scoffed, “knew it.”
“And to see you! Gosh, you didn’t let me finish.”
“Uh-huh.” Keith closed his eyes, not studying did sound tempting right now. He did have to wake up early for his 8 am, he could go for a nap.
“Come on mullet, don’t fall asleep on me.” Lance poked his cheek.
“I’m not,” Keith slurred how words slightly, he was defiantly falling asleep.
“Keithhhhhhhhhh,” Lance whined.
“Shhhhhhh.”
“Well, I’m not going to lay he-”
Keith cracked one eye open, Red was sitting on Lance’s chest, already making himself at home. “Haha, you’re stuck. It’s the law.” He let his eyes all close again.
Lance chuckled softly, “okay, I guess I’ll lay here a bit longer.”
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“I took a nap next to him Hunkkkkk. Right next to him!!!!!” Lance groaned into his pillow, kicking his feet slightly.
“So you didn’t do any studying?” Hunk asked as he flipped through his textbook.
“Hunk! That’s not the takeaway from this!” Lance sat upright, throwing a pillow at his friend who easily swatted it away.
“You’re acting like you haven’t slept by him before.”
“I know but like...I still get flustered whenever it happens.” Lance crossed his arms, pouting slightly.
“Just tell him how you feel Lance. He likes you back.”
“No, he doesn’t!”
Hunk rolled his eyes, closing his textbook. “Buddy, you’re my best friend. And as your best friend, I am telling you that he likes you.”
Lance flopped down on his bed, “in my dreams.”
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Keith opened his door, gesturing for his brother and boyfriend to enter. Red lifted his head slightly as the two other men entered the room, meowing a bit when he saw Adam.
“Oh, how’s my favorite cat in the whole world?!” Adam carefully picked up the cat, petting him softly as Red nuzzled into his face.
“I swear everyone cares about my cat more than me.”
Shiro smiled at his brother, “Red is more friendly.”
“Hey!”
Shiro laughed, “I’m just kidding, relax.”
Keith helped Shiro unbag the takeout containers, grabbing his own food before making himself comfortable on his bed.
“Did you get any studying done today?”
Keith shrugged, “some. Ended up taking a nap.”
“With Lance?” Adam wiggled his eyebrows at the raven-haired boy.
“Shut up.”
Both of the older men laughed, “we keep telling you to room together. Then you’ll end up together.”
“Yeah yeah,” Keith waved them off, “but just because it worked for you two doesn’t mean it’ll work for me.”
Keith knew he didn’t have any chance with Lance.
Shiro and Adam left a bit later and Keith lay in the dark, Red laying on his chest. He was purring softly as Keith petted him absentmindedly. “What am I going to do Red?”
“Mrrppp?”
Keith sighed, “I just like him too much.”
Red purred louder.
“Yeah. You get it.” He scratched under Red’s chin.
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Lance glared at the empty seat by him, tapping his foot rapidly as the test was being handed out.
“No Keith?” His professor, Coran as he liked to be called, gave him a confused look. Lance and Keith were two peas in a pod, basically having the same schedule. Lance somehow always convinced him to take morning classes with him.
Lance shook his head, glancing at his phone one more time before he turned it off. Something wasn’t right.
He marched straight to Keith’s dorm as soon as he finished his test. Trying to swallow the anxiety that crept up his throat. Keith never missed class, even if he was tired or sick he never missed class.
And he would never miss class without telling Lance.
He knocked on the door, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waited. He raised his hand to knock again, the door opening swiftly to reveal a very stressed and panic-looking Keith.
“Lance!”
“Keith? What-why weren’t you in class?”
“Red...he’s acting weird. I need to take him to the vet. Right now!”
“Whoa whoa whoa,” raised his hands, “what do you mean?”
“Just...come here,” Keith grabbed his hand and yanked him into his room.
Red was sitting on Keith's bed, seeming...off. It was hard to explain, but something was off about him. "Hey buddy," Lance kneeled down in front of Red, petting him softly.
Red released a soft meow, not really lifting his head like he usually did.
"Was he like this last night?"
Keith shook his head, chewing on his nails. "I just woke up and he was like this. I asked Shiro if I could borrow his car. But I can't until later and he needs to go right now."
Lance stood from where he was kneeling. "Let's take my car. Get his cage."
Within three minutes Red was in his cage and they were on their way to Lance's car. Keith held the cage in his lap and Lance drove, going a bit over the speed limit.
Red was slipped in as an emergency visit and after a brief examination, the vet decided he needed to stay overnight for blood work.
"We will call you in the morning with the results but so far all the exams indicate that is perfectly healthy."
Keith nodded at the vet, rubbing his hands over his upper thighs. Lance reached for his hand, gently squeezing it; trying to give his friend some comfort.
"He's going to be okay Keith. I know he will be."
Keith nodded his head, his eyes fixed on the passing scenery. Lance still held his hand as he drove back, circling his thumb softly on the back of his hand.
He parked his car, silently cheering at the close parking spot he managed to snag. “Can I help you at all?” Keith hadn't said anything the entire drive home, just stared out the window with a blank expression.
Lance felt his heart break slightly, Red was Keith’s emotional support animal. They hadn't been apart from each other since he got him before he even went to college. Apparently, when he was adopted by Shiro’s parents he found a stray kitten and he borderline demanded they let him keep him.
Shiro said that his parents only agreed because it was the first thing Keith said to them.
“Stay with me?”
Lance nodded, “yeah...yeah, I can do that.”
Lance did exactly that, making a small bed for himself on the floor as Keith showered. He had ordered takeout for them earlier and tried to distract him with funny YouTube video's but Keith still had a faraway look in his eyes.
“Are you sleeping on the floor?” Keith finally spoke, his voice cracking a bit.
“Yeah...figured sharing a bed wouldn’t be too comfortable for long amounts of time.” Lance released an awkward laugh. It totally wasn’t because he had a crush on Keith or anything.
Keith nodded and crawled into his bed, turning off the light; letting the room fall into silence. It was still a bit early for Lance to feel tired but if darkness and silence is what Keith needed, that’s what he would give him.
Lance wasn’t sure how much time passed before Keith rolled over some. “Lance?”
“Hm yeah?”
“I um... never mind.”
Lance sat up slightly, trying to find Keith's silhouette in the dark. “No what was it?”
Keith didn’t say anything for a couple of moments before his voice broke through the quiet. “Can I hold your hand?” His voice was timid in a sense, he clearly wasn’t in his comfort zone.
“Sure,” Lance lifted his hand, fumbling a bit in the dark before he finally felt Keith’s hand. He squeezed it slightly, “you feeling okay?”
“Yeah...I just miss him.”
Lance frowned, “I know. But he’ll be okay.”
“Yeah...” more silence. “Can I ask one more thing?”
“Yeah.” Lance stared into the darkness, his thumb drawing random shapes into Keith’s hand.
“Can you come lay with me? I haven’t slept alone in...well since I got Red.”
“Yeah.” Lance sat up, quickly standing and feeling around Keith’s bed. “Are we spooning or do you want to lay on top of me?”
“Can I lay on you?”
Lance smiled, more to himself that at the other boy. Keith had only laid on him several times, but it was Lance’s favorite way to sleep.
After some fumbling and adjusting in the dark, Lance was laying on his back while Keith lay on his chest. Lance absent mildly ran his fingers through Keith's hair, hoping he was bringing the other boy some comfort.
“I like you, Lance.”
Lance chuckled slightly, “I like you too, Keith.”
Keith shook his head, “I like you...like in a romantic way.”
“Wh-what?” Lance felt his body freeze, multiple emotions trying to take over his reaction.
Keith sighed, sitting up slightly, “sorry. I don’t know why I said that. Just forget it.”
“What? No Keith,” Lance sat up some, reaching for the other boy in the dark. His hands finally touched his arm and he felt around for his head. His hands gently cupped his face. “What do you mean?”
Keith try to turn his head but Lance held it. He could have pulled his head away if he really tried but he found himself melting into the touch. Lance had never touched him this way. This softly.
“I just like you. Like in a crush way. I have for a while.”
Lance moved his thumbs over Keith’s cheeks, “how long?”
Keith sighed, “Sophomore year.”
Lance felt a smile tug on his lips, “you’re kidding me right?”
He felt Keith shake his head.
“Jesus Keith,” he leaned his head forward so their foreheads were pressed against each other.
“What?”
“I’ve liked you since freshman year.”
“What?!”
Lance laughed, pulling his head back slightly. “I’m serious.”
“You were dating Nyma. I didn’t think you liked me.”
“I only dated her because I didn’t even know you liked guys till after we became official.”
Keith laughed softly. “Why are we like this?”
“I don’t know...can I um...”
“Kiss me?”
“Yeah.”
Keith leaned in first.
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“Well Mister Kogane, we ran all the tests and everything came back in the normal range. Plus, Red here has perked up a lot since yesterday. Eating, drinking, and using the litter box. He’s all good to go home.”
Keith nodded, and all the stress he was holding quickly left his body. “Okay.”
After paying the bill, which thankfully wasn’t too bad since he had pet insurance, Red sat on Keith’s lap as Lance drove. His cage in the backseat.
“You gave me quite the scare boy.” Keith planted a small kiss on Red’s head who meowed in response.
“What did the vet say? It was almost like he was pretending to be sick?” Lance asked as he stared at the road in front of him.
“Yeah, apparently after I left he started acting better.”
“Huh...I wonder why he would pretend to be sick.”
Keith looked down at his cat, “I don’t know.”
“Mrrppp?”
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Yes, he was pretending to be sick. He needed Keith to be vulnerable to Lance
I hope I did this idea justice!
Thank you for reading <33333
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It's my 5th day at my new job and I almost feel heavenly!! The pey is not mega high but I quickly memories nearly all of "my" 23 children (and a few from other groups too) and it's not half that bad. Sure, you gotta tell children to stop yelling and be careful a thousand times per hour but it's still pretty cool. I do my classes for up to an hour, and then chill for the rest of the day as an assistant to the Polish-speaking teacher. I get meals when children eat as well, this is cool. We had pajama party day today and I spend an hour doing puzzles with children!! This is really great so far, I hope it doesn't change.
Speaking of children, kinda... Remember when in the last post I said Serafin is now living drama-free because two posts ago he lived through his trauma again? Girl, he got abducted by aliens (not his "in-laws" this time) for the 8th time in his life and... he got alien-pregnant. I kid you not, this man was bullied as a child by three older sisters, had to run away from home as a teen with nothing to his name, and now he got actually kidnapped, raped, and impregnated. I... ヽ((◎д◎ ))ゝ
I actually saw him glow like in the first screenshot a day before but I was zoomed out (looking for a stray dog to adopt) and I just missed it. I didn't make any of it because I've actually never had a male Sim alien-pregnant. To say I was absolutely aghast is an understatement. Mantella's reaction? Well, she's a wife on a mission now, ready to catch bodies!! The best kind of wife, honestly... Yeah, the pregnancy was later terminated btw. I simply couldn't deal with that, and I think Serafin had a fair share of trauma dumped on him already. If I let him keep it, he'd be like "boy, pick a struggle," you know?
A-a-and that's the post for today 💀. I didn't plan for it to be so gloomy but it is. I have to say again that this alien pregnancy took me completely by surprise!! I actually thought about Serafin having a daugher as well... in July 2022. Now was way too late to change my plans for the narrative, not to mention I worked hard to have the perfect next heir. Maybe one day I could- no, scratch that!! 💀
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[ nychaa nuttanicha, cis woman, she/her ] - was that ARANYA SAELI i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the TWENTY-SIX year old who has been in nightrest for HER ENTIRE LIFE and works as a/an TWITCH STREAMER has a reputation of being AFFECTIONATE, but also NAIVE. they reside in STOUGHTON ESTATES & people in town usually associate them with TRENDY, GIRLY CLOTHING BOUGHT FROM AN ONLINE SHOP, THE SCENT OF VANILLA, LATE NIGHTS AWAKE AND ONLINE, & AN AURA OF INNOCENCE let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.
BASIC INFORMATION:
FULL NAME: Aranya Saeli
NICKNAMES: Ari
DATE OF BIRTH: July 1st, 1998 (26)
ETHNICITY: Thai-American
FACE CLAIM: Fah Yongwaree
HAIR & EYE COLOR: Dark Brown
HEIGHT: 5’4”
TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: a few small tattoos, belly button piercing
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual
OCCUPATION: twitch streamer
LANGUAGES SPOKEN: english & thai
BACKGROUND:
the youngest of her family, aranya would likely describe her upbringing as peaceful and loving. her mother was an art teacher at the very high school she attended, and her father owned his own law firm. both of her parents, in addition to her older brother, were seen as academically intelligent, a trait that wasn’t necessarily passed on to aranya. it wasn’t that she wasn’t smart, it just tended to take her longer to learn things, and she’d always found it difficult to stay focused on school.
in high school, she was popular, largely due to the fact that she was seen as a sweet, beautiful cheerleader that just wasn’t very bright. her heart was very pure growing up, and she often just saw the best in people and struggled to see when people would take advantage of her naive nature.
despite her image in school, the only real interest she had in a career was in gaming. video games felt like the only thing that really kept her attention, and aranya began streaming on twitch while she was still in high school, largely gaining a following for her looks, and later for the fact that she was actually good at what she played.
her parents weren’t initially supportive of her choice to not go to college and decide to become an internet personality, but they eventually came around when they saw it was something she loved. though her family had always been upper middle-class, aranya’s following brought her into money that she’d never seen before, securing partnerships and brand deals along the way. for her twenty-fourth birthday, she bought a house for her and her family in stoughton estates, wanting to give back to her parents for supporting her dreams.
HEADCANONS
has been getting tattoos recently, loves the idea of having pretty art on your body so she tries to make her stuff thought out
yes she is inspired by pokimane ok zont come for me. started streaming seriously around the time fortnite got big and became one of the biggest girls playing the game at the time which gained her massive amounts of followers at a young age
she says she’s grown and become less naive compared to before but she really does still see the best in people, and is the type to fall for people’s tricks
very innocent and very slow at times. will not get your jokes so get ready to explain them so she can laugh
big life of the party gal!! wants everyone to feel included and have a good time
smiles. a lot. is a big lover. loves love and everything about it and will fall in love with someone without realizing it. gets very invested in her relationships even if they are short-lived
very much the type to let people step all over it and then laugh about it in public like haha no biggie but then go cry into her pillow at home.
secretly worries that people still view her as the dumb pretty girl. she’s not very book-smart but likes to think she makes up for it with street smarts and good people skills
lives on takeout, cannot cook. do not let her in a kitchen ever. she’s nice and will offer to cook but all you will get is something burnt im sorry
very trendy and into fashion. as an online shopping addiction for sure
WANTED CONNECTIONS
ummm u know like all the stuff (besties, friends, exes, flings/hookups, childhood friends, ppl that think she has rocks for a brain, etc)
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that last anon ask made me realize that i have hella followers now nd a lot of y'all don't know much abt me (unless you read my about bro page lol) so send me a number in my asks and i'll answer that question!
100 questions to invade my personal life
1. What's your middle name, and do you like it?
2. are you artistic?
3. Have you had your first kiss?
4. What is your life goal?
5. Do you have any expieriences with a famous person?
6. Do you play any sports?
7. What's your worst fear?
8. Who's your biggest inspiration?
9. Do you have any cool talents?
10. are you a morning person?
11. How do you feel about pet names?
12. Do you like to read?
13. Name a list of shows that have changed your life.
14. Do you care about your follower count?
15. What's the best dream you've had?
16. Have you ever kissed someone of your same gender?
17. Do you have any pets?
18. Are you religious?
19. Are you a people person?
20. Are you considered popular?
21. What is one of your bad habits?
22. What's something that makes you feel vulnerable
23. What would you name your children?
24. Who's your celebrity crush?
25. What's your best subject?
26. Dogs or cats?
27. most used social media besides tumblr?
28. best friends name
29. who does your main family consist of
30. Chocolate or sugar
31. have you ever been on a date?
32. Do you like rollercosters?
33. Can you swim?
34. What would you do in the event of an apocolypse?
35. Have you struggled with any kind of mental disorder
36. Are your parents together?
37. What's your favourite colour?
38. What country are you from/do you live in?
39. Favourite singer?
40. Do you see yourself being famous some day?
41. Do you like dresses?
42. Favourite song right now?
43. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?
44. How old were you when you first got your period?
45. Have you ever shot a gun?
46. Have you ever done yoga?
47. Are you a horror girl?
48. Are you good at giving advice?
49. Tell us a story about your childhood.
50. How are you doing today?
51. Were you a cute kid?
52. Can you dance?
53. Is there anything you do that you can't remember ever not doing?
54. Have you ever dyed your hair?
55. What colour are your eyes?
56. What's your favourite animal?
57. Have you ever made a huge fool of yourself?
58. Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
59. Do you have good friends?
60. Are you close with anyone of the lgbtq+ group?
61. What's your favourite class?
62. List all the tv shows you are watching.
63. Are you organized?
64. What was the last movie you saw? Opinion?
67. Which tv character do you relate to most?
68. What are some things that stand between you and complete happiness?
69. If you received enough money to never need to work again, what would you spend your time doing?
70. What would you change about your life if you knew you would never die?
71. What would you do differently if you knew that no one was judging you?
72. If you could start over, what would you do differently?
73. Would you break the law to save a loved one?
74. When was the last time you travelled somewhere new?
75. When you think of your home, what immediately comes to mind?
76. What have you done to pursue your dreams lately? How about today?
77. What did you want to be when you were a kid?
78. If you dropped everything to pursue your dreams, what would you be risking?
79.When did you not speak up, when you know you really should have?
80. Describe the next five years of your life, and your plans, in a single sentence
81. What would happen if you never wasted another minute of your life, what would that look like?
82. If you could live forever, how would you spend eternity?
83. How would you spend a billion dollars?
84. If you could time travel, would you go to the past or the future?
85. What motivates you to succeed?
86. What dream that you’ve had has resonated with you the most?
87. Would you rather live in the city or the woods? Why?
88. Do you believe in life after death
89. What teacher inspired you the most? How did they?
90. What’s your fondest childhood memory?
91. If you could have dinner with any one person, living or dead, who would they be and why?
92. What would you have to see to cry tears of joy?
93. What is the hardest lesson you had to learn in life?
94. What do you think happens after we die?
95. What would you do if you would be invisible?
96. What's something you can't do no matter how hard you try?
97. Would you want to choose the sex and appearance of your offspring?
98. How did your first crush develop?
99. Is there a feeling you are trying to ignore? What is it?
100. Do you live or do you just exist?
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Dad was in the hospital last night. He passed out at work and was sent via ambulance. They had to do CPR on him to get him breathing again. I rushed from work straight to the hospital in Cleveland, lowkey freaking out the entire time. I stayed calm on the outside for S. The head of safety at dad's work is the one who called me, and he reassured me that dad was fine, he was awake when the ambulance left. I just focused on my breathing, and refused to let my thoughts turn negative. My biggest fear was that he might lose this job, because they would have to drug test him again, and I knew he would fail... and he did.
The ER was soooo busy. I met dad's head of safety when I got there. He told me everything they had told him thus far: first, that he was stable; second, that he was still on an EMS stretcher while they waited for an available bed; third, that he was sleeping while they waited. I couldn't see him until he was moved from the EMS gurney to a hospital bed.
I called my mother in law to see if anyone could come get S from the hospital and bring her to her house - her brother came and got her and picked her up some dinner. So at least she was taken care of.
I sat in the waiting room and kinda people-watched. The poor intake nurse, I felt so bad for her. People were being so rude about the wait times, like it was her fault. Then a preteen aged girl was brought it after falling and hitting her head! They ended up choosing to go to a different hospital due to the state of the ER at the time.
Eventually dad's coworker came back in and asked her to check on dad. I was too anxious to bother her to ask. But she told us that they had him in a bed in the hallway and that one person could go back to see him, so of course I didn't hesitate.
When dad saw me, his first response was a pained smile then a "great, Frog, you're here, now I can go home." I made him stay even though he didn't want to. I wanted to find out what was wrong. He did start talking negatively, talking about dying and wanting to "go die at home instead of here with all these strangers."
Long story short: his blood work and vitals came back fine. The chest xray showed pneumonia though, so they prescribed him antibiotics. He was irritable the whole time, just wanted to leave, but he thawed out as the night went on. He slept most of the time while I sat in the chair next to him.
I got him home finally at 12:15ish. Helped him up the hill and in the house. His wife was immediately hateful and didn't even seem to care where he had been for all that time. I left him feeling really guilty.
Me and S made it home and went STRAIGHT to bed. I woke up at like 4:30, and went ahead and put in for a sick day and assigned my classes some work. I knew I wouldn't be able to function at work with that level of sleep and stress.
I slept him pretty late, of course. 11:30. Husband took my car to town for a few hours, so I slept some more until about 4pm. When he came home, I left to pick up dad's meds and bring them to him. While I was there, he wanted a ride to the store then a friend's house and then another friend's house so I obliged. Then I brought him to my house to eat some food and chill out. I took him home soon after.
Husband is in a mood today. He's shut himself up in our room. He's not being mean or hateful or anything - just wants some space. Mom is ALSO in a mood, so I have my pick between hanging out with her in the living room or with Husband in our room - not great options. Mom's snoozing on the couch so I'm taking my chances in here.
I'm freaking out about money. I'm behind on my Capital One AND my Discover card payments. We just... don't make enough. I reached out to Uber Support to try to get my account back and active since it got all messed up after my name change. The Support guy was really nice and made it seem like it'll be all fixed soon. I hope so.
I wouldn't be opposed to getting a second job close by, at one of the family-run restaurants, to work at as-needed. I miss cooking at the Barrel sometimes. If Uber doesn't work out, I might check out some options here.
My house is a mess. That's what happens when mom is here with H. Almost every dish is dirty. Laundry is backed up. I'm trying now to get up the motivation to try to tackle some of this.
I'm gonna go donate plasma tomorrow to help cover rent this week. Mom wants to do the same, of course, so she'll be taking my car. I feel bad saying no to her though, because there are no alternatives for her. It irritates me to lend out my car to her and Husband all the time, driving across several counties, putting soo many miles on my car and wearing it down, but saying no always leads to conflict.
Tomorrow's Agenda:
donate plasma, do laundry, take dad to pick up his truck.
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Healing Ties - Chapter 43 - Part 2
*Warning Adult Content*
Seconds after Fanner shut his eyes, his mind was swept away.
They were standing in a garden that was bordered by tall, wooden fences.
The grass was slightly overgrown and the flowers in the beds that edged the fence were a little scraggly and overgrown with weeds.
Two children around seven or eight years old tossed a ball between themselves.
Though younger than they appeared now and with much shorter hair, one of them was clearly Kit.
The other was a little girl with short, dark hair and dark, almond eyes.
The girl tossed the ball a little too high and it landed on the flat, tin roof of the house.
"I'll get it," the girl shouted as she began stripping out of her track pants and T-shirt.
As soon as she was naked, she dropped to all fours and her body began to sprout fur and distort in a way that had become familiar to Fanner by now.
Only when she was done, she wasn't a wolf.
She was a juvenile black panther.
She leapt onto a tree next to the house, scaled it in seconds and then jumped across onto the roof.
She grabbed the ball in her mouth and then jumped straight down onto the ground.
As Kit cheered, the back door to the house opened, revealing a woman with the same dark, curly hair as Kit.
Her face was set in an expression of apprehension, uncertainty, as she watched the little girl shift back.
"Izzy..." the woman said as the little girl began putting her clothes back on. "Not where the neighbours can see, okay?"
"Why?" Kit demanded.
"It makes some people uneasy, babe," the woman said. "So?"
"I won't do it where the neighbours can see anymore," Izzy promised.
"I can climb up there without shifting anyway."
The woman tried to offer Izzy a smile but she looked no more sure of herself.
"Why don't we go inside? I promised you kids we'd bake some cookies."
Kit shrugged.
"Sure."
The scene faded and then they saw Kit and Izzy in a park, at the beach, at desks in a room full of other children, each time slightly older and Kit's hair slightly longer.
Kit's body was changing as they grew older, too, shoulders broader, jaw squarer.
Teenagers now, they sat alone at a table with trays of food in front of them in a room full of other teenagers eating at their own tables.
Kit's nails were painted purple.
Someone at the table next to them threw a ball of paper at them and the whole table erupted in laughter.
The scene faded.
Kit and Izzy were back in the back garden from the first scene.
Izzy climbed up into the branches of the tree she'd climbed last time and gave Kit a hand up and then they both climbed across onto the roof.
The sun was setting as they lay down side by side.
"I got kicked out of gymnastics today," Izzy said.
"What?"
Kit sat halfway up, bracing themselves on their elbow so that they could look at Izzy.
"Why?"
"There's a new law about how we can't compete against humans, which..." she shrugged.
"Maybe that's fair or maybe they should just accept that I'm better and get used to getting their asses kicked. Doesn't really matter because I don't even care about competing but I asked if I could just keep going to the classes and not compete,and my teacher said no, it's too dangerous."
"What? How is it dangerous?"
Izzy flung her arms up.
"That's what I said. Then my teacher had the fucking audacity to bring up this time Bianca tried to trip me up during a routine like that's my fault."
"Can't your foster parents do something?" Izzy scoffed.
"As if they would. They can't, anyway because you know what my teacher said after all that? That it's actually just illegal for me to be in the class."
"Bullshit."
"No, it fucking is. I looked it up. I can't do fucking gymnastics with human kids anymore. And that pisses me off but what really gets me is that my teacher spent ten minutes trying to justify why I couldn't be in the class anymore instead of just being like, yeah, they made it illegal and that sucks and it's not fair and I'm sorry."
Izzy let out a shaky, hitched breath.
"Why couldn't she have just said she was sorry?"
"Maybe she's not."
"Yeah," Izzy said as the scene faded out. "I guess not."
Kit and Izzy were walking down a street next to a road busy with constant traffic.
They looked to be in their late teens now and Fanner was starting to get confused because the very shape of Kit's features were now more prominently masculine than Fanner had ever seen them, though they had attempted to soften them with light make up.
Of course, all Fanner had seen of Kit was a projection.
They could probably look however they wanted to.
"Hey," someone called out from behind them and the two turned to see a group of teenage boys approaching.
Izzy and Kit exchanged a look.
Izzy shook her head and grabbed Kit's arm.
"Ignore them. Come on. Walk faster."
One of the boys laughed.
"Come o.! Don't be rude."
As Izzy turned to look at the boys again, her eyes widened.
"They have a knife. Run."
From almost the second they started running, it was clear Izzy was much faster but she didn't leave Kit behind.
They rounded a corner and ran down a side street, away from traffic, then down another until they found themselves penned in against a tall, metal mesh gate.
Izzy scaled it with ease and reached down to offer Kit a hand up but they'd hardly made it halfway before the boys caught up with them and dragged Kit back down.
Izzy watched from on top of the gate as one of the boys grabbed hold of the front of Kit's hooded sweatshirt, pulled out a knife and held it up to their face. "
You think you're a girl, do you?" the boy asked.
"No," Kit murmured.
"How about I cut this hair of yours off to clear up the confusion, then? Do you a favour?"
"No," Kit said as they tried to shove the boy away.
"Just... leave us alone, okay?"
The boys laughed.
"Leave them alone," Izzy said as she kicked off her shoes.
"Or what?" the boy challenged. "Maybe we'll cut off his clothes, too. What are you going to do about it?"
"You know what I'm going to do. I don't think you want that."
"Go ahead. Do it. It's going to be so funny when you're the one who gets arrested."
The boy held eye contact with her for a few more seconds, then scoffed and turned away, hauling Kit closer.
"That's what I thought. Now, where were we?"
It happened almost too fast for Fanner to track.
Izzy's dress came off in one fluid movement and then she shifted in an instant.
She had knocked the boy down and was snarling in his face before he had even realised what was happening.
One of the other boys had grabbed the knife from where the first had dropped it and tried to slash at Izzy but she was faster.
He dropped the knife and hissed as he pulled his hand back to shield it against his chest, blood already dripping from deep scratches.
"Forget about him," one of the boys shouted as he started running.
"She's gonna fucking kill him."
One by one, some more reluctantly than others, the boys ran, until only the one pinned down by Izzy remained.
Kit strolled up and looked down at the boy.
"I may only have one friend but your friends left you. Mine didn't. How does that feel?"
The boy didn't respond.
He looked terrified.
Izzy snarled in his face one more time, then climbed off of him.
He scrambled to his feet and ran off after his friends.
"You shouldn't have done that," Kit said as Izzy shifted back into human form.
"They're going to tell and that boy has the scratches to prove it."
Izzy pulled her dress back on. It had popper buttons all down the back, which was how she'd removed it so easily.
She seemed to be able to reach them on her own but she let Kit help her anyway.
"They were going to make me do something, Kit. Your hair, your clothes... even that's too much but if I still didn't do anything, they would have gone further. They weren't going to stop unless I made them."
"Thank you," Kit said.
"But... no, just thank you, I guess. You're right. This could get really bad but they didn't really give you a choice."
"It was going to come to this one of these days. Things have been getting bad, Kit. They'll only get worse. Even if by some miracle those guys don't turn me in for this, it's only a matter of time until what comes for me is worse than a kid with a knife."
"So what are we going to do?"
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Today I went to work.
Here the sun is getting hot.
Law said the place he lives has rain under the sun 🤔.
Anyway it seems he is cool.
Hmm...the girl is not interested to learn anything today.
She rushed to finish the class, but did her embroidery well.
Next, I came out and drank tender coconut water so that I don't get dehydrated like yesterday.
Law said something like eating bacon which I need to check.
I must prepare some lemonade it seems necessary.
I watched random YouTube videos.
Stumbled upon lucy movie clips.
It is nice and I want to watch the movie.
It's been a long time I watched a movie.
Already I am in high vibration since yesterday, so I don't want to get into that movie.
To my surprise what she saw Loki and Thoth showed to me while meditating.
So it is real its not fantasy.
There they showed like she saw everything. It can be possible for a human being.
In the evening I attended a webinar regarding getting a placement in US schools universities.
I wanted to skip and thought it is the first meeting I am attending so let me stay till the end.
It is about supergenia website.
After that as I didn't sleep well or took a good nap in the afternoon I slept forgetting the oodles I kept on stove.
It got burnt while my little one questioned about that.
Then again I made it.
I never did such things being neglectful while cooking.
I guess I changed for my good.
Being correct is not needed.
Humans make mistakes, no one is perfect.
I kept a cool mind the whole day.
I love being this way :)
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Sad times
Beware: talk of suicide
Sometimes there's no way without seeing the sadness. The sweet David Mallard knew that some days were bad but others were either good or worst. It didn't help that he was a medical examiner (ME) but he could talk to the bodies like they could talk back but the do a bit with how the bodies got on his autopsy table.
It took a few months of all the autopsies to get use to seeing a lot of bodies. He used to be scared with seeing a dead body but now it's like seeing patients in a hospital. They show things that most people wouldn't see at first like if a body had scars, tattoos, piercings and other things.
The first body in his line of work was someone he kept close. David saw someone he thought he'd never see on his table.
His brother-in-law Jason committed suicide by hanging on his bed after being taunted for being the sweet young man he was.
The first thing Dr. Mallard was going to do were see the bruises around Jason's junk then cover it with a towel. David looked on Jason's chest and saw the small scars around his pecs like David where he had his transition to the man he is today. The second thing he saw were the scars were Jason cut on his wrists about seven months before he knew about his brother's harming. Jason had to get his anger out on something.
Seeing the names that Jason was called in the police reports from the last days in his life.
" Lt. Grant
-October 24 2014
Jason was called "a f*gget" by most of the kids in one Social Studies class.
-October 25 2014
Jason called 9-1-1 about the same kid who called him "a f*gget" wearing pink and staying near girls because they don't judge him for being who he is. Jason was so scared.
-October 26 2014"
The day before Jason's suicide.
Jason talked to one Social Worker Olivia Rollens and she took Jason out of his Social Studies class where he teached to disabled kids to talk about his feelings and the kids making fun about what he wore the last few days.
Lace arm wear, jeggings, a lot of pink and purple to show how happy he was being with who he is.
That night David didn't know that was going to be the last time he would see Jason alive and well. The last thing David told Jason was something he didn't know was the last thing that Jason would hear from anyone.
"Know that I love you and you're always welcome in this house anytime you need to talk. Good night Bro love ya."
The next day Henrietta; David's sister and Jason's wife came home after a hard night in the ER at seven and saw Jason's body on their bed with his belt around his neck too tight to think about; body cold, eyes closed like he was sleeping and she screamed while crying. "Jason committed suicide!!"
The note left wasn't sweet but gave closer.
"Sorry you have to see me like this but the kids at school now know that they're the reason for this. They took me to this stage of my life and they don't care. I've given you the last of my belongings to you and David (Ducky) will know that it's for you. If you need any help with anything you know who to call. (924) 555-7553 is the number you'll want to keep. And our three beautiful triplet kids (Aaron, Michelle and Thomas) will be happy to see their Uncle Dave a lot in their lives. If you could, would you be in the autopsy room to see what's there.
You might need a bit of funny business so just go to David for any laughing in any time. Know that he'll always have your back unless you do something that's you're at fault.
Love you Henrietta you beautiful wife and first love since the first day I knew that I wanted to love you since August 1979 until we meet again look at the good. You should know I want to be cremated; no casket for me. A small urn with a bit of bling will do. The rest of the money is yours. Always know I've loved you since we first knew about each other. And keep my ring you beautiful mess of my most treasured love and know that I will always see you as well as be with you on your ring finger."
Jason signed it with his signature with the check of the 25 thousands of dollars from his checking account under the letter. If they needed his passwords; he wrote them all down.
This is why David does what he does. He gives closure for those who lose someone. Most of the bodies that come in are of officers on call or out on the call, none of them committed the worst thing. Jason was the first of the many bodies he would see.
The worst bodies now are burnt and or suffocated but they say a lot about what happened to them even if they can't talk. They got their time to talk and show things.
The last one at this point in his career was an officer on call when she was shot.
Lt. Sara Bain was shot by a sniper when she was talking to her boss. Her body was preserved very well the few days before she reached David. At least the day she was killed her team wrote next to her body when she was shot and they also knew who shot her. They had the sniper in custody and Bain was wearing a camera on her protective gear. Her last words were "Now I thought I would die before I heard you say that Odafin said something right-"
Seeing in his own view of what happens out on the streets David knows what happens out there.
Now it's all clear. The first dead body David saw was his kitty back in 1949 when his 13 year old cat died naturally. Seeing his kitty's body was sad but comforting to know she died peacefully in her final sleep. Now the dead bodies he sees on regular and he doesn't flinch getting to see those bodies anymore. It's like seeing anyone normal. Talking during autopsies was soothing and it got him into a good attitude when he sees the bodies.
Talking is good. Getting the talks he's had for days in his head is best to get it out onto a new slab.
The latest addition in his family was a small kitten from a crime scene; this little deaf Maine Coon kitten with its black toe beans (one pink), his paws being perfectly big for the big baby he is. And the white tuft of chest fur on the kitty gave David the inspiration with the best name because the kitten was sweet but also a bit of a big cloud of farts. There went the best name; Beans. David laughed when he smelled the kitty's doings. Seeing the kitten got him to talk to the kitty about anything as if the kitty was his therapist.
The next day David went to the cemetery to see his brother-in-law's headstone and he sat for a good fifteen minutes. Talked nicely, just talking like he was still with them. The flower holder was open for new flowers to be put in so David thought about putting some in but Beans thought he'd be able to sit in it. David started to laugh a little bit at the kitten but it was all good laughing. If Beans' fits; he sits.
"If you were still with us you would laugh as well about this silly baby and his name is Beans because he toots a lot. I believe that he knows you're here since he trotted to your headstone and love bumped you. He must love you since I love you. What you did back then in the '80s with Hen was so sweet. About her; she's looking for a girlfriend and she'd think that you would want her to live her life fully."
It's like Jason's soul came down and covered David with a warm hug like he said 'yes, tell her to live fully.' Feeling that Beans slumped on Jason's headstone while purring paws out on top of it while making air biscuits. The kitten made the most satisfying purring and head bumping.
"You would love this little kitten Jason. Beans is starting to love seeing your headstone as if your soul went into him." Beans purred so loud the force of the love he fell over on the headstone. Eyes shut and the best nirvana in his life, happiness. Air biscuits all around for Jason's spirit to see all the good. "If only you didn't go Jason... Hen still thinks about you and even talks well about the morning she found you unresponsive and dead in the eyes. You would love to see anything about Hen and I being how we are now. Hen when to the fire department to be a half-time paramedic since she wants to be a general surgeon so she's trying to get her doctorate and see what she'll see at her half-time job. She's so close to getting her doctorate and thing she'll be called Dr. Henrietta Wilson RN and taking your last name. The world has one Dr. Mallard; it doesn't need another one. Hen found a puppy at work and she decided to keep the beautiful dalmatian at the scene of an accident and named that puppy Marshall. The puppy was so clumsy with it's big paws that he could always fall over to anything. Seeing Marshall trotting around like he owns the place is so cute.
David could see how Beans was acting around Marshall and one day after coming back from work; seeing them sleeping together with their tails tucked with each other and Beans' back to Marshall's chest. They were so happy to be with each other. Always so happy to be with each other.
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the art of secrets — lhc
pairing: lee haechan x reader
genre: best friend’s brother, friends with benefits, idiots to lovers, fluff, angst
summary: after messing around with haechan too much for your own good, the secrets start to build up between the two of you—and not just with his sister.
wc: 11.2k
warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, slightly suggestive, some dirty jokes courtesy of hyuck, arguing ? kind of
𖥻 01 - THE FIRST SECRET
No matter the situation, Haechan always found a way to be obnoxious.
“Hey, be quiet! You’re gonna wake your sister up.”
Haechan smiled into the kiss as he pressed his lips against yours, the material of your t-shirt falling around his hands as they rested on your waist. He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, squeezing your sides. “C’mon, let her wake up.”
You shook your head. “You’re crazy, Haechan. Jiyoon would freak if she saw me in here.” You frowned, running your hands up the back of his neck to weave your fingers in his hair.
“Nope, she’d love to have you as a sister-in-law.”
Tugging at his brown strands softly, you decided to ignore the implications of the word sister-in-law. “Yeah, I don’t think so. In case you forgot, we’re having a sleepover.” You pecked him on the cheek. “I’m not supposed to be here.”
He rested his hands on your lower back. “You’re still sleeping over, just not in her room,” he quipped.
He smiled at your annoyed expression, his fingers rubbing circles into your skin. You pressed a kiss to his swollen, heart-shaped lips and pushed him onto the bed by his shoulders, his upper body landing on the charcoal-colored duvet with a soft thud. Haechan reveled in your position, the light of the TV to the right of his room giving your face and body a soft, almost angelic glow.
Although he’d never admit it, he enjoyed this more than anything you two planned on doing that night. You were otherworldly, and he easily preferred the small sounds that came out of your mouth when he kissed you just right over his favorite playlist.
Haechan knew you inside and out, and he studied you like you were a textbook and he had an exam the next day. Of course, these feelings were a bit too much for someone he was only supposed to mess around with—no strings attached, of course.
An unknown feeling began twisting his gut, and he tried pushing it away as he ran his hand up the side of your torso. His eyes followed the material as he hiked your shirt up until it bunched up under your chest. “Cute shirt you have on. Jiyoon didn’t mention it?” he questioned, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and letting your top fall back down.
You shook your head, your fingers playing with the drawstrings of his plaid pajama pants. “Nope. You’re lucky Renjun has the same one, I said I got it from him.”
He ran his thumb across your bottom lip and sighed quietly. His chocolatey eyes held a dazed look, and your stomach fluttered at his expression. “Such a great liar,” he murmured.
You leaned into his palm, offering him a small smile in the dim room. “I learned from the best.”
𖥻 02 - HAECHAN: PUBLIC ENEMY #1
Jiyoon gripped the back of her chair, her knuckles turning white from the sheer force being used as she dragged it back on the cement. She sat down with a huff and banged her thermo onto the table so hard you thought it’d break, making Renjun flinch upon the impact. You eyed her as she tore away the wrapper of her croissant, biting into the soft bread like it was the head of her enemy.
You exchanged a look of confusion with Renjun, making eyes at each other to figure out whose job it would be to ask what was wrong. After one final glare from you, the raven-haired boy let out a sigh and turned to Jiyoon, “Ji, what’s up?”
She swallowed the last bit of pastry in her mouth, glossy lips formed into a pout. “I was gonna use the car today to meet up with Yerim, that cute girl from my Greek Mythology class, after school.” She paused to rip a piece of the croissant angrily. “But Donghyuck’s annoying ass called dibs on the fucking car.”
Renjun knocked his knee into yours and you winced in pain, rubbing your hand over the spot to try and soothe it. You shot him a dirty look, grateful Jiyoon was busy sulking at her breakfast while she mulled over her lost date with Yerim.
“You even used his legal name, must be serious,” you tried to joke. Your best friend crossed his arms over his chest and stared at you expectantly. “Maybe he has something important to do?” The corners of your lips pulled up in a half-hearted smile, trying to convince everyone including yourself.
Jiyoon shook her head. “He didn’t tell me, which was so weird because he tells me everything,” she hummed. Your face heated up at what she said, and Renjun tried to discreetly swat at your hands when you began to pick at your cuticles.
“It sucks, but whatever. I have to go break the news to Yerim,” she sighed, balling up the wrapper of her breakfast and grabbing her bag from the floor. “I’ll talk to you guys later.” Waving goodbye, she blew a kiss to you and Renjun.
“Maybe he has something important to do,” he mocked you in a high-pitched voice once Jiyoon was out of earshot. “Sure, of course, except the only thing he’s doing is you!”
You gasped, smacking his arm so hard it stung your palm.
“And he tells her everything, how sweet,” he sneered, pushing your shoulder. “I hate knowing about you two! This is the longest I’ve ever kept a secret from Ji.”
You let out a groan and threw your head back, the feeling of guilt making your chest tight. “I know,” you mumbled, “but I’m scared to say something.”
“If you were actually scared, you wouldn’t have done it,” he pointed out. His words should have stung, but you knew he was right. The feelings of fear and guilt weren’t enough to drive you away from Haechan. “Y’know, I have a feeling that if you came clean, she wouldn’t even be angry.”
“You think?”
“Possibly. She loves Haechan, she loves you, that’s double the love.” He shrugged. “And I think it’ll go past that childish little friends with benefits stage soon enough.”
He loudly slurped on his almost-empty iced coffee with an air of nonchalance, ignoring the look of confusion on your face as he shook the ice around in the plastic cup. “What do you mean?”
“I just know things.” He smiled, pulling the straw from his lips. “My class starts at ten, so I gotta go. Think about talking to Ji, okay?”
“For sure.” You nodded. “I’ll tell her eventually.”
𖥻 03 - HELIOS IN A CAR
“You messed up her date with Yerim today, you know.”
Haechan dragged his pointer finger up and down your arm, rolling his eyes at your words. “Oh please, it wasn't even a date. She’s too scared to admit her feelings.”
“Admitting your feelings isn’t easy, Haechan,” you scolded him. “You could’ve let her take the car for tonight.”
“And then we would have missed out on this,” he mumbled, eyeing your figure. You were pressed against his chest, the thin layer of sweat on your forehead caused by the humidity outside glistened underneath the overhead light of the backseat. He thought you looked precious with your cheek half smushed against him. “I think it was fun.”
And, in all honesty, it was. He had taken you out to a new restaurant near campus, paying the bill before you could even take your credit card out and buying you ice cream (double scoop, you felt very spoiled) afterwards. As much as you enjoyed it, it felt far too domestic for your current relationship status—if you could even call it that.
You’d dismissed it as two friends hanging out, but his lingering hands and lips felt too close for comfort. Renjun’s words from earlier in the day hung around in your subconscious; you’d always heard about situations like yours turning into full-fledged relationships or going downhill so quickly that they never spoke again, and the latter scared you too much to think about. Not to mention that going back to being just friends seemed too awkward for you, which made the thought of acting like Haechan hadn’t seen and felt every part of you too embarrassing to dwell on.
He noticed your silence, a slight crease between your brows telling him you were thinking too much for your own good.
“What are you thinking about?”
“I just have a ton of homework,” you lied, creating a bit of space between the two of you.
“It’s only Friday, you have the whole weekend,” he said. “Live a little.” Haechan shoved your shoulder playfully, a smirk adorning his lips.
You snorted, “I think I’ve been living a lot, Haechan.”
“Don’t call me by my name,” he grumbled, sitting upright.
“And what should I call you then?”
His eyes became downcast, a soft, pink blush dusting his cheeks. “Nevermind. Just… don't worry about your homework, okay? Enjoy this.”
You nodded silently, staring out the windshield and at the small boats that seemed to float on the lake like toys in a bathtub. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden hue on both the car and Haechan.
He looked ethereal, the setting sun lighting up his brown hair in small flames. His dark eyes were lit up a hazelnut color, and the moles that littered his face looked like they were small stars on the detailed canvas that was Lee Haechan. The rays of light kissed his honeyed skin so delicately, you thought he could rival Helios with the way the sun adorned him.
Only he could make something as simple as sitting in a car feel so meaningful. The mere sight of him made your heart race. You felt warmth wash over your body at the thought of him being yours—even if it was just for a moment, and through the childish label of friends with benefits.
It felt like your chest was bursting with happiness—along with an underlying feeling of dread.
When he met your focused gaze, giving you an award-winning smile with those perfect teeth and supple lips that made your stomach flip, you could already hear Renjun saying I told you so in your ear.
𖥻 04 - PILOT OF CONFESSIONS
Haechan was perched on the edge of the recliner, his headset on and thumbs moving faster than the speed of light as he yelled commands at whom you could only assume was Mark. He tugged his bottom lip in between his teeth during his state of focus, eyes flitting across the screen as he watched out for other people coming to shoot him.
“Mark, you’re supposed to be watching my back!” he groaned in frustration as his character died, throwing himself back onto the chair with a frown. You looked up from your laptop and stifled a laugh at his antics, peering over at Jiyoon to see her glaring in his direction.
She rolled her eyes. “Dude, stop screaming. It’s not that serious.”
“You wouldn’t get it Jiyoon. It’s not like you’re doing anything important,” he replied, standing up to stretch. “You’ve been on your phone this whole time, I thought you were supposed to be doing homework?” His shirt exposed a sliver of his stomach when he brought his arms far above his head, making you look away quickly.
Jiyoon grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at his body, but he caught it with ease. “Shut up, you look like a fuckin’ pilot with that ridiculous headset on,” she grumbled, slumping back onto the couch and staring at the TV while he started another game.
“You’re both annoying,” you stated, not sparing them a glance while you closed your laptop softly, “and as much as I enjoy the cute sibling fights, I’ve gotta go.”
Haechan took his headset off, resting it around his neck. “Where are you going?”
“I have important business with Renjun. He’s outside already.”
He looked between you and his sister in confusion, noting how she wasn’t taken by surprise the same way he was. You hugged Jiyoon goodbye and slung your book bag over your shoulder, walking towards the front door as Haechan put his body in front of yours.
A cheeky smile played on his lips as he stared at you expectantly. “What about my hug goodbye?”
Jiyoon let out a laugh, waiting to see what you’d do.
“I don’t think so. Maybe next time,” you assured him, squeezing his shoulder softly.
He watched you leave the apartment and pulled his headset off completely, tossing it onto his seat with a sigh.
“Upset you didn’t get a hug?” his sister teased from her spot.
Haechan sat down next to her, ignoring the question. “Are her and Renjun… a thing?” he asked, turning to face her.
She would have burst out laughing had she not looked at him and seen something he’d never willingly show—insecurity.
“No, why would you think that?’ she questioned, a crease between her brows. “And more importantly, why do you care?” She mentally groaned at how bitchy it sounded after she spoke, but he remained unfazed.
“I was just wondering. They seem really close.”
“Hey, I’m close with Renjun too, y'know. Why didn’t you ever ask if we were a thing?” she joked.
He glared at Jiyoon, crossing his arms over his chest. “Are you seriously asking that? I think you like girls more than I do.”
“Okay,” Jiyoon brought her hands up in defense, rolling her eyes. “I see where you’re coming from.”
She still looked at him strangely because after growing up together and knowing exactly how he’d react to certain situations, it was blaringly obvious there was more to this than pure curiosity.
“Is there something else, Hyuck?” She hadn’t used the nickname in forever, but she felt it was necessary for a (potential) heart-to-heart.
“You promise not to get mad?” he asked, sticking out his pinky.
She nodded, wrapping her smaller one around his.
“I think I really like her,” he mumbled.
Jiyoon blinked in surprise, lowering her pinky slowly. She wasn’t angry, that was for sure—she’d never seen her brother be so genuine about something, and it made her bubble in an unfamiliar happiness. Haechan stared at her unreadable expression, half afraid she’d blow up on him in a fit of rage and go on a rant about how you were off limits to him.
“I can’t believe it. My brother likes my best friend!” she finally squealed, throwing her arms over his shoulders and pulling him into a hug. “I should have expected this though.”
Haechan blinked in confusion, his arms embracing Jiyoon hesitantly. “Uh, why?”
She pulled away from the embrace, holding Haechan away from her by his shoulders. “Looking back, you kind of made it obvious,” she said with a shrug. “Who would voluntarily spend that much time around their sister’s best friend if they weren’t getting anything out of it?”
He stayed quiet. It wasn’t like he planned on spending more time with you and making something out of it—it just happened to go that way. It was the universe’s plan, if you will.
“Okay, but you can’t say anything, Yoon.”
Her head bobbed enthusiastically. “I promise.”
The bright smile on her face tugged at his heart. He hadn’t told her the full truth, but half was better than nothing, right?
𖥻 05 - RENJUN’S SIXTH SENSE
“So what you’re telling me is… I was right,” Renjun rubbed his chin, “and I fuckin’ told you so.”
You groaned at his triumphant smirk, burying your face in your hands. “Don’t rub it in, asshole. I’ll take my feelings back right now.”
Renjun snorted, rolling his eyes as he leaned back and took a drink of his milk tea. “You couldn’t even if you tried. You’re in too deep.”
“I’m definitely not.”
“Okay, so tell me how you figured it out.” He quirked an eyebrow at you, awaiting a response.
“We went out the day Jiyoon was complaining about not having the car,” you began, tracing shapes onto the condensation that had built up on your cup. “We were both in the backseat-”
“If this is going where I think it is, spare me the details,” he interrupted you with a grimace on his face. “We’re best friends, but I do not need to hear about Haechan’s di-”
“Oh please shut up,” you groaned. “Anyways, we were just sitting there, not even saying anything, but it felt so right. He looked perfect.” Your eyes were glazed over, like you were in the backseat of Haechan’s car all over again.
He watched as your face fell, and you stared at your lap like a child being scolded. Renjun felt his expression relax, the sight of you so vulnerable hit a nerve he didn’t know existed. “Hey, why do you look so down? This is supposed to be a good thing,” Renjun said softly, reaching over to grab your hand in his. “C’mon, talk to me.”
“I’m really excited about this, believe me. But Ji…” you trailed off, avoiding his eyes. As much as you enjoyed being around Haechan, you couldn’t help but think of what Jiyoon would say if she saw you. She wouldn’t shame you or start reciting every swear word in the book, but the thought of her being disappointed was scarier than anything else. It was a constant, nagging feeling in the back of your brain every time you laid on his bed or pressed a kiss to his lips.
“I might sound like a shitty friend right now, but fuck it.” Renjun sat back in his chair with a shrug. “Don’t put everything on hold because you’re scared of what she’s gonna say. Ji is pretty understanding, and even though these are special circumstances, it’s nothing a little communication can’t fix.”
You nodded, but you still looked unconvinced.
He squinted at you, lips pursed in thought. “That’s not all, is it?”
You shook your head. “I think I’m just scared of a relationship in general,” you admitted. “It wasn’t supposed to go this far.”
“What do you mean?” Renjun asked, his posture slouched as he leaned towards you.
“Catching feelings. It’s such a cliche, but it wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“It’s a little too late for that,” he said, “but you can’t stop yourself from enjoying it ‘cause you’re scared.” He ran a hand through his neatly parted hair, the action causing strands to stick upward.
“I don’t wanna end up hurt,” you mumbled, eyes downcast as you played with the rips on your jeans.
“You won’t,” he assured you. “You’re only gonna get hurt if you keep denying what you feel.”
“What if this just fucks everything up?”
“Y/N,” Renjun sighed, “your relationship with him wasn’t normal to begin with. Stop trying to make excuses for yourself.”
You drummed your fingers against the table. “I’m just gonna take it day by day then; try not to be so scared about it.”
“Exactly. And if things do go south, you’ll still have one Lee sibling and me.”
“Yeah, I’d be pretty okay with just you and Ji,” you noted with a smile. “I am sorry I put you in the middle of this though.”
He waved you off, pulling his straw away from his lips to reply. “I kinda like knowing everything. Makes me feel powerful,” he grinned.
“You’re such a sucker for drama,” you laughed, grateful for the shift in mood. “Oh, and Jiyoon convinced Haechan and I to go to Jaehyun’s party tomorrow.”
His eyebrows raised. “You and Haechan? At the same party? Together?”
“Yes, you bozo, that’s what I just said.”
“I’d so go just to see you guys expose yourselves,” he sighed, “but I have to work.”
“It’s like you want to see us fuck up.”
He shrugged. “You guys would do that all on your own.”
You chewed on the tip of your straw, staring him down through narrowed eyes. “If you weren’t my best friend, I’d toss this drink in your face.”
“You wouldn’t.” He smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You can’t afford to throw away an almost full cup of boba on your budget.”
𖥻 06 - PRIVATE IN PUBLIC
Jiyoon was too persuasive for her own good.
You were apprehensive about the idea of coming to the party when she first mentioned it, the thought of all those people you didn’t know reeking of weed and alcohol was enough to keep you at bay—but you still found yourself in the middle of Jaehyun’s living room.
You sat on the worn out couch of the house, the bass coming from the speakers vibrating in the soles of your feet and traveling up your body in waves. The leather cushions were soft beneath your fingertips and your hair stuck to the back of your neck with a light layer of sweat from the humidity in the home. Jiyoon was in your line of sight, standing at the end of the staircase and smiling at whatever Yerim was saying as their fingers interlocked.
A pair of thighs blocked your view, and you looked up to see Haechan smiling down at you. The multi-colored led lights painted his face an array of blues, pinks, and greens, his eyes glinting with each flash of light.
“Here, for you,” he said, holding out your third solo cup of the night. You grabbed it from his hand and took a small sip while he sat down, his jean-clad legs rubbing against the side of your thigh.
“Scooch over,” you muttered, softly pushing your elbow into his side. “You’re in my personal bubble.”
He scoffed, snaking his arm around your waist and resting his hand on your hip. He lowered his mouth to your ear, his lips brushing against your hair as he said, “C’mon, I’ve been in more than your personal bubble.” He pulled away and chuckled at the shocked laugh that escaped your lips.
You made a space between the two of you, letting his hand drop from your hip. “Leave enough room for Jesus, Donghyuck. You’re actin’ up.”
He shook his head in amusement, taking a large gulp from his cup.
“Anyways, I like how Jiyoon ditched us,” he motioned his head in her direction, “after she practically begged us to come with her.”
You eyed the short-haired girl across the room, her soft features lit up with a grin. “You and I both know she came for Yerim. We were just a cover-up.”
There was a silence between the two of you for a moment, filled up with the loud music and laughter in the living room rather than conversation. Your head moved along to the song playing, catching Haechan’s attention. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he slid it out, turning it face up to read the notification.
[1:00am] seester: gonna leave with yerim rn, prob gonna spend the night. text when ur home, love u :D
His eyes drew away from the bright screen and towards the front door to barely catch Jiyoon leaving the house, Yerim trailing behind her. He turned back to you, your head still bobbing to the rhythm of the r&b song bouncing off the walls.
“C’mon, let's dance,” he said, taking your hand in his to pull you up from the couch. Weaving his way through the people, he got to a less crowded spot and brought you closer to him. His warm hands found purchase on your waist, a dopey smile adorning his face as he looked down on you.
You focused your gaze away from him, warmth rushing to your cheeks. He didn’t mind; it gave him all the more time to relish in your appearance while you moved against each other. It seemed like the moment you brought your hands up to his neck the people around you seemed to fade out, and there you stood at the center of his world.
A sheen of sweat covered your body, your skin glittering like diamonds under the multi-colored lights. Blue and pink luminescence stroked your body like a paint brush, the lustrous material of your satin dress shifting colors every time you moved. You looked surreal.
The corners of your lips turned up in a shy smile as you looked up at him, and he really thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest any second now.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he murmured. His hands tugged you flush against his body, a dazed look in his eyes as he studied every inch of your face. Your fingers curled into his hair, butterflies erupting in your stomach at his words. “So gorgeous, and so mine.”
He leaned down, licking his lips. The blend of his wood and citrus scented cologne swirled around you like smoke, overtaking your senses as he got closer to your face. The rest of the room was still buzzing with life, but you and Haechan were at a standstill. His gaze flickered between your eyes and parted lips for a moment before he cupped your cheek in his hand, closing the gap between you.
Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, deafening the noises around you. Haechan’s plush lips moved against yours, the mixture of pineapple juice and whiskey he had been sipping lingering on your mouth. The material of his shirt stuck to your chest when he pulled you closer, the buttons down the middle of his top pressing into your skin.
You’d kissed him hundreds of times, but this one made your skin feel like it was on fire. There was no rush to it, no crudeness. Everything he did felt right. His fingertips dug into your hips, trying to draw you in impossibly close. Your nails grazed his scalp when he caught your bottom lip between his teeth, causing him to pull away with a smile. The way your lips glistened had him captivated; he was made to do this to you.
The realization that you were still surrounded by people began trickling in, but everyone was too caught up in their own world or partner’s lips to give you a second glance.
“Maybe we can get going?” Haechan asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
You nodded, and Haechan took your hand in his, moving away from the mass of people and towards the entrance. The fresh air engulfed you right as you stepped out while the cool November breeze created goosebumps along your exposed arms and legs.
The car unlocked with a click, and he held the passenger side open for you, shutting the door softly once you got in. The ride to his apartment was long and quiet, a wave of drowsiness hitting you the further Haechan drove. You rested your temple on the cool window and closed your eyes, letting the small bumps in the road lull you to sleep.
In your drowsy state, you could feel his warm hand rubbing comforting circles onto the flesh of your thigh. “Sleepy?” he asked softly.
You nodded, turning your head and opening your eyes. He focused on the road ahead, softly humming the song you danced to at the party. It felt oddly domestic; rare were the moments where you both sat quietly in a comfortable silence, the warmth of your bodies shared with a wandering hand or intertwined fingers. The space was often filled with Haechan’s unabating conversation or stories about his day, your mindless commentary thrown in between his rants as you played with his hair—but now you savored the silence and time you had to observe him.
You wanted more of that.
By the time he had sat you on his bed and took your dress off, your eyes were so heavy with sleep you didn’t mind him taking care of you. You sat against the headboard, your neck lolling to the side every time you dozed off involuntarily. The small lamp on his bedside table provided the only light in his room, its soft glow covering the expanse of the bed.
“Hey, stay awake,” Haechan instructed, pulling an old t-shirt of his over your head. “Why don’t you get under the covers? I’m gonna be back.”
Your movements were lethargic, his charcoal-colored duvet suddenly feeling like it weighed fifty pounds as you pushed it back and tucked yourself beneath them. The sheets below it were cold, causing a shiver to flutter up your legs and toward your upper body. Nestling further into his pillow, you let your eyelids close in pleasure as the smell of his shampoo surrounded you.
You could hear Haechan in the bathroom talking to himself and moving things around until he let out a satisfied aha, likely finding whatever it was he needed. His footsteps were soft against the hardwood floor, and you could feel a dip in the bed where he sat down near your hip.
“I need you awake for a few minutes, that’s it,” he said, brushing a piece of hair away from your eyes.
You opened your eyes and squinted up at him, eyeing the packet of wipes in his hands. “I’m up,” you muttered, giving him a thumbs up.
He let out a laugh, snapping the plastic lid open and pulling a wipey out. He gently cleaned your face, careful not to wipe roughly beneath your eyes. Jiyoon had always mentioned how it was sensitive, and she was extra careful when wiping her face to prevent wrinkles. It was safe to say he picked up a few things from her.
“Thanks,” you sighed.
“Mhm, gotta make sure you don’t sleep with that stuff on your face. Jiyoon says it’s bad.”
“It is,” you mumbled, pausing as he continued cleaning your skin, “I miss Jiyoon.”
He hummed, tossing the used wipe in the small trash can next to his bed. “Me too, but I’m sure she’s having fun with Yerim.”
You let out a loud yawn, and Haechan’s lips quirked into a smile at the way your nose scrunched up.
“Are we done? I’m sleepy.”
“Yeah, I’ll take the couch,” he replied, getting up on his feet.
“No, sleep with me,” you mumbled, pulling the covers back to make space for him. “Too cold to be by yourself.”
If you weren’t half-asleep, you probably would have noticed the way his face lit up. “Are you sure?”
“Mhm, I’m too used to sleeping with you. Can’t be alone anymore.”
His breath hitched, but you didn’t seem to notice, too busy cocooning yourself with his blankets. He rarely lost his train of thought, but there seemed to be no problem with doing it when you were around.
“Yeah, okay. Scooch.”
It didn’t take long for you to latch onto him as you fell asleep again, your breath slowing and cheek pressed against his upper arm. Having you next to him always provided a bit more warmth and comfort, but now it felt different. It wasn’t just from your body heat or soft skin, it was from you and everything you meant to him.
He didn’t think he could be alone anymore either.
𖥻 07 - JUST PRETTY
The morning after with Haechan typically felt rushed; it was a flurry of bare skin, messy blankets, and bleary eyes in search of stray pieces of clothing—much different in comparison to today.
You took your time in waking up, stretching your legs out of their tucked position until they were almost cramped and keeping your eyes shut even as the morning light begged for you to look at it. Haechan slept next to you, your hand bunching up the material of his t-shirt as you nestled into him. There was no panic to wake up before Jiyoon saw, and you could thank Yerim for that.
Haechan’s hand ran up the side of your bare thigh and rested on your hip, pulling you closer to his body. “Are you awake?” he mumbled.
You nodded and moved onto your stomach, your chin resting on his chest. “How’d you sleep?”
“Really good, had a nice dream.” He brought his hand up to your hair, running his fingers through the strands.
“Yeah? About what?”
His eyebrows pinched in the middle. “Oh. I uh, don’t remember,” his voice trailed off quickly before switching topics. “Do you have something to do today?”
You studied him skeptically, your eyebrows pinched together. “Weirdo,” you muttered under your breath, “but I don’t. We can get something to eat if you want.”
“Anything you’re craving right now?”
“This spot by my house makes a really good broccoli cheddar soup,” you began. “It's their Sunday special. We can take it to my place.” You gazed up at him, your eyes twinkling in the morning light as you mindlessly played with the hem of his t-shirt.
He smiled and stroked your cheek, a smile gracing your lips in return. “I’ll give you some sweats and we can go.”
The diner was a block down from where you lived, its exterior painted a terracotta color with its name emblazoned the side of it in stark white paint. You resided on the first floor of an older, two-story building, and the inside was just as Haechan expected it to be; cozy, inviting, and so you.
The distinct smell of lavender and mint surrounded him as soon as he stepped in, along with a hint of acrylic paint. A small shoe rack was by the front door, pairs of sneakers lined up with your favorite beat-up white Nikes tossed haphazardly next to them. The small table beside the rack held a colorful bowl with your university ID, a pack of gum, and now your house keys.
“You can go put it down over there,” you instructed, pointing towards your small kitchen. “I’m gonna go get some socks.”
He walked further into the apartment and looked around, setting the aromatic soup onto the counter beside the stove. The walls of your place were a cashmere color, the vibrant, hunter green of your numerous plants a pretty contrast against them. An elm wood coffee table with notebooks stacked beside it sat in front of your beige couch, its arm covered by a mustard yellow throw blanket (which he’d definitely take a nap with later.)
It all looked so lived in, but not in a bad way.
Paint brushes were scattered near the kitchen sink, and a flimsy calendar was tacked up on the fridge with a heart-shaped magnet, your neat writing filling almost all the dates up. It was a messy kind of organized, and it was something only you could pull off.
By now you’d come back out, your feet clad in mismatched fuzzy socks. “Okay, we can eat now.”
He took the soup out from the brown bag as you grabbed two gray bowls and spoons, setting them down on the counter softly. Once they were filled, you handed one to Haechan and led him over to the living room. You sat cross legged on the floor, waiting for him to get down next to you before you ate.
“I’m surprised I’ve never been here,” Haechan began, “I was starting to think you lived at my place.”
You let out a laugh, your spoon hitting against the glass bowl. “Jiyoon practically holds me hostage there, and don’t get me started on when you tell me to stay the night,” you teased.
“Don’t act like you don’t wanna do it either, you always enjoy your stays.”
“Or so you think, Hyuck,” you sighed, patting his shoulder softly. “I just don’t wanna hurt your feelings.”
“You must be a pretty good actress, last week you were a mess-”
“Hey! Uncalled for!” you jabbed at his ribs with your elbow. “Anyways, I was actually gonna tell you we should start coming over here.”
“You prefer your room?” he asked, shoveling a spoonful of broccoli into his mouth.
You shook your head. “Not that, just to hangout. I remembered you wanted me to teach you how I made those little clay bowls,” you explained, “I bought new clay.”
He smiled to himself, recalling when he first asked you about them months ago. “You remembered that?”
“Duh, I waited for weeks to get an email that it was back in stock.”
“Look at you, going out of your way for me.” he smirked.
“Well I needed it for a class too,” you mumbled, shoving his shoulder. “You’re not that special.”
“No thanks, I’ll hear what I wanna hear.”
A comfortable silence fell over the room after that, the only noises coming from the two of you blowing on your spoonfuls of soup or the occasional scrape of metal against glass. He snuck a few glances at you, the t-shirt and sweatpants you’d borrowed from his closet fit loosely on your body and the mismatched socks tied the look together.
“It’s not nice to stare, Lee Donghyuck,” you hummed, continuing to scoop soup into your mouth.
A surge of confidence washed over him. “It’s hard not to.”
“Oh yeah?” You quirked a brow. “Why’s that?”
“You’re too pretty for me not to stare.”
You let your spoon fall into your bowl, eyes widened as you stared at his smug expression.
“What?” he asked.
“Uh, this is the part where you add in a dirty joke or something.”
“There’s no joke,” he laughed. “You’re just pretty.”
“Well, I guess you’re just pretty too.” You turned your attention back to your food, trying to save face.
He’d complimented you before, but it was always in the heat of the moment or when he was too blissed out to think straight. The genuine tone of voice he spoke with made your stomach do somersaults and your heart beat loudly in your ears. You tried to ignore his stare, but you could feel the way he lingered on your face as you focused on your bowl like it was a world renowned masterpiece.
It was rare that he saw you flustered, but he wanted to make it happen more often.
𖥻 08 - OUR FAVORITE SWEATER
Haechan was slowly taking over your apartment.
It started with him bringing his favorite blanket over and leaving it, stating it was “for future movie nights.” Then, he left so many t-shirts behind that you cleared up a space in your dresser to house them.
The last straw was when he left your—er, his—favorite sweater hung up on a chair in the kitchen.
“Hey, I accidentally left a couple shirts here,” he protested. “You act like I’m moving in.”
“Haechan, be real,” you deadpanned. “I had to clear space in my dresser to put away all the stuff you’ve accidentally left.”
“Well, yeah, but I figured leaving our sweater here would be okay!”
“Our sweater?”
“You like it just as much as I do,” he said matter-of-factly.
“You—okay, fine. I’ll give you that,” you sighed, “but you don't need all these t-shirts here!”
“I like to be prepared! What if one day you rip off my shirt and I—”
You cut him off, “What the fuck am I? A feral animal?”
He put his hands up in defense. “What you see yourself as is none of my business babe, but I think it’s okay to leave spare hoodies and shirts.”
“So you admit you left them here on purpose?”
“Mmm,” he pursed his lips, “that’s not what I said.”
You let out a loud groan, going over to your bed to sit down. “If you wanna move in so bad, just say that.”
“Move in? I think we’re going too fast. At least take me out first, yeah?”
You threw your teddy bear in his direction, resting your back on the headboard. “Moving too fast isn’t a thing for us,” you said. “We skipped over a few chapters in case you didn’t notice.”
He came over to the bed and laid on his stomach, his cheek pressed against your thigh. “Sometimes you don’t gotta go in order.”
“Yeah? In order of what?”
He raised his head, eyes sparkling with curiosity. “I’m not sure yet.”
After Haechan left, you realized you couldn’t catch a break from him or Jiyoon.
You had a solid five minutes to yourself before a knock sounded on your door. Peering out the peephole, you saw Jiyoon’s rosy cheeks and mussed hair.
“Y/N, I know you’re home!”
You turned the top lock and swung the door open, a hand on your hip as she grinned at you. “I cannot have any alone time.”
She pushed past you, kicking her shoes off and tossing them on the floor near yours. “Alone time doesn’t exist, sorry,” she exhaled. “I haven’t seen you in forever, wanted to pay a little visit.”
You closed the front door and joined Jiyoon in the living room, plopping down next to her and putting the control on her lap.
“You’ve been watching this show so much,” she began, “how does it not creep you out?”
“What? The bodies?”
“Yeah. I mean, I get it’s fake, but sometimes they look so real,” she shuddered.
“C’mon Ji, you’re just a baby,” you groaned.
She huffed, exiting from your crime show and scrolling up to the search bar. “I don’t care! I'm still gonna change it, you little creep.”
You let out a loud laugh, hugging a pillow close to your body. “You’re such a fuckin’ loser.”
“A loser with a girlfriend,” she teased in a singsong tone.
“What! Since when?”
“Since the party,” she grinned. “After we left we went to some little fast food place, she started going on about how she really likes me.”
“Ji,” you cooed, “I’m so happy for you.”
“I just feel so good about this,” she sighed dreamily. “I explained to her I’m not the most experienced with relationships and Yerim said we can move as slow as I’d like.”
“I’m glad. There’s no need to rush anything.”
She nodded, giving you a small smile. “What about you, hmm? Anyone capture your attention?”
“Maybe, I don’t know,” you mumbled.
Jiyoon tapped her fingers against the remote, her eyes flitting around the living room before zeroing in on the kitchen table and standing up abruptly. “Hey, is this Haechan’s?” she asked, picking the grey sweater up.
“Oh, yeah. I borrowed it the night of the party,” you lied.
A moment of silence passed before she walked over to the couch and sat down again. “Can I uh, tell you something? And you have to keep it a secret.”
“What is it?”
“I’ve been holding this in for weeks Y/N,” she whined. “The longest I’ve ever kept a secret in the entire history of my life!”
“Okay, tell me.”
“Alright, but you can’t say anything. I mean, I wasn’t supposed to say anything either but—”
You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a groan, throwing your pillow at her. “Lee Jiyoon, spit it out you overly dramatic bitch!”
She let out a loud gasp and her pink lips formed into an ‘o’ as she narrowed her eyes at you. “Well now I can’t say it, your attitude was unnecessary.”
“That’s fine with me, I don't ca—”
“Okay fine, you got me,” she interrupted. “Haechan likes you, like, really likes you.”
You blinked and waited for Jiyoon to start laughing, but she stared at you blankly instead. You felt the color drain from your face and your stomach twist in discomfort, her sudden confession catching you off guard.
“Did he—did he say that to you?”
She nodded. “It was when you left our place to hang out with Renjun, he seemed really serious about it,” she began, biting back a smile as she thought back to the event. “And I’ve never said anything to you or him, but sometimes I saw these looks you gave each other, like there was something more.”
You swallowed thickly, waiting for her to continue.
“I brushed it off as nothing, but then I saw you guys the night of the party.” She smiled softly. “Y/N, he adores you. He hasn’t dated since high school, and I know you’re not one for relationships either, but I just… hope you try.”
Here she was, trying to convince you of her brother's feelings when you had been trying to avoid them for weeks on end. You couldn’t lie to yourself and act like you didn’t see it; it didn’t take a genius to figure out from the beginning that this was where your little partnership with Haechan would end up.
You stayed silent for a moment, your eyes trained on the grey sweater she held in her hands. “I don’t know what to say, Ji,” you whispered.
She stood up, dropping the hoodie onto your lap softly. “You don’t have to say anything, just think about it, okay?”
𖥻 09 - CLAY BOWLS
You’d woken up in a cold sweat, your room tinted a murky blue from the light outside and birds chirping loudly in the distance. It felt like you couldn’t move; your eyes remained focused on the ceiling as you placed your hand on your chest to slow your breathing, blinking to adjust to the low light of the room. Jiyoon’s words bounced around in your head while you lay in bed, and you had mulled over your options late into the night before you fell asleep.
Haechan had sent you messages asking how your day had gone and if you ate anything, but they remained unopened. You couldn’t bring yourself to reply, let alone look at the tiny contact photo of him pouting above his name without feeling horrible. It was funny, knowing how you wanted to avoid Haechan like the plague even though you harbored the same feelings as him.
Your phone lit up with a notification, the bright screen casting a light over the ceiling.
[7:00am] haechan: ur prob sleeping, but i hope ur feeling okay
[7:01am] haechan: are we still on for today after my class?
[7:01am] you: i’m up, feeling better. we’re still on
For once, you had to listen to Renjun. You couldn’t keep running away from your problems even if it was easier to avoid them; you didn’t deserve that, and neither did Haechan.
You were able to fall back asleep for a few more hours after your short exchange with Haechan, and by now the sun had fully risen and painted a soft light over your apartment. Your nerves still pulled at your insides, but you tried to subdue the feeling by catching up on your show.
[1:30pm] haechan: i’ll be there soon, i’ll use the spare
A smile tugged at your lips.
[1:30pm] you: alright, see you then :]
A few weeks ago, you’d gotten home to find Haechan sitting on your front steps, his nose a soft pink from sitting in the cold.
“I wanted to see you, but then my phone died and I couldn’t text,” he had explained with a pout.
You remember laughing at his pout before lifting the flower pot beside him and pointing at the silver key. “You can let yourself in next time.”
Now that he knew where the spare was, you’d often find him on the couch watching a show or taking a nap as he hugged the throw blanket you kept there. You didn’t care to admit it made your heart stutter every time you caught him with his mouth agape, soft snores leaving his lips after a “long” day.
The sound of the door opening drew you from your thoughts, and the sight of him so relaxed made your fingers fidget with the rips on your jeans.
He smiled at you, dropping his book bag on the floor. “Hi.”
“Hi. How was class?”
“It was okay,” he replied. “My professor just lectured the whole time, I took a quick nap.”
“Shouldn’t sleep during class, Donghyuck.”
“My legal name? What’s gotten into you?” he joked.
You gave him a half-hearted smile and stood up from the couch, ignoring his watchful stare as you made your way into the kitchen.
“Hey, you okay?” Haechan asked. He tilted his head softly, eyes watching you carefully.
“I just feel tired. Let's get started with the clay, yeah?”
His lips parted as if to speak, but he stopped himself and sat beside you instead, waiting patiently as you slid over a chunk of clay.
“You can knead it for a little bit, soften it up,” you instructed. “I’ll show you how to use the tools when we get to that part.”
His nimble fingers began to change color as he kneaded, thin layers of the clay staining them terracotta.
“Use this little knife to cut stuff out, you can make whatever you’d like,” you said, sliding the tool over to Haechan with your elbow as you continued kneading.
“What’re you gonna make?”
You thought for a moment. “A little plate for my earrings.”
“I’ll make one too then, for my rings. Will you show me?”
You nodded, and although you’d practiced it enough to do it with your eyes closed, you worked slowly so he could copy what you did. He followed your movements carefully and scored the edges of his clay, spreading slip on it with his pointer finger.
Pausing to look over at his work, your eyebrows raised in slight surprise. “You caught on pretty fast,” you mused.
His eyes remained on his project while he attached a separate piece of clay to the base, smoothing over the edges where they met. “I have a great teacher.”
After a few more silent minutes of helping him fix little mistakes and comparing your creations, you put them down together to dry. “I got us air dry clay, that way I don’t have to bake it,” you explained. “We can paint them another day.”
“Y’know, I was expecting something like that scene from Ghost,” he joked. “I was ready for you to wrap your arms around me and teach me.”
You let out a breathy laugh, standing up from the chair and walking towards the sink to wash your hands. “Not today.”
He followed close behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder as you washed your hands. “Hey, seriously. Is everything okay?” he whispered. “You’ve been really quiet.”
Ignoring his question, you lightly shrugged his chin off of you as you scrubbed your hands furiously.
“Hey,” he pushed, reaching over to turn the water off. “What’s your problem?”
“I wasn't done washing my hands.”
A twinge of frustration laced his voice as he spoke, “I don’t care, talk to me.”
You turned around to look at him, his dirty hands resting on his hips as he stared you down. “Nothing’s wrong, Donghyuck.”
“You know you can’t lie to me, right? It’s so obvious when you do,” he snarked. “You can never go to bed without saying goodnight, and yesterday you did that and ignored my messages.”
“You say this like we’re dating. Why do you care?”
He cocked his head to the side, your words stinging as he processed them. “Why do I care? Because something is obviously going on.”
You pushed past him and walked towards your bedroom, his heavy footsteps sounding behind you. “You—you care too much, Donghyuck,” you huffed. “Stop it.”
“I can’t.”
“Well, you should. I’ll even help you out.”
“What are you talking about?” he questioned.
Your heart pounded in your chest as you turned to face him. He stared at you quizzically, his eyebrows pinched together as he waited for you to respond.
“We need a break,” you said bleakly.
Haechan let out a laugh of disbelief, his arms crossed over his chest. “A break from what? Fucking without feelings?” he jeered. “I’d say we’re pretty well past that!”
“I didn’t say that!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in exasperation.
“Well you implied it, and that’s as good as anything,” he yelled back. “I’m so fucking in love with you and you can’t see it.”
Your breath hitched in your throat and your vision blurred, making Haechan a mosaic of indistinguishable colors. His narrowed eyes softened as he caught sight of a tear rolling down your cheek, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.
You collapsed onto the foot of the bed, your hands gripping your thighs. “Haechan you cannot say that to me,” you whispered. “Please don’t use that word.”
“I won’t ever force you into something, you know that,” he said. “But I can’t pretend nothing is going on.”
“Can you at least try? For me?”
He dropped down in front of you, his legs folded beneath him as his hands grabbed yours. They were rough, flakes of dried clay falling onto your jeans. “I know what goes on in my head, baby,” he said. “I can’t pretend, and I don’t want to either.”
By now your tears had begun to fall harder, the wet droplets soaking into your olive shirt and staining it a darker shade. Your face felt hot, the entire room blurry as you tried blinking them back.
“I know something’s going on in that pretty head of yours. I’ve noticed,” Haechan murmured softly. He lifted your chin up and made you look at him, his thumb wiping stray tears from your cheeks. “Say it.”
You shook your head, swallowing back sobs as tears welled up in his eyes. “Please, you’re killing me,” he begged.
He squeezed your hands, hoping to elicit a response from you. You kept shaking your head, lips pressed into a thin line as if someone had sewn them shut for you.
Haechan’s eyes searched your face, hoping to find a silent response from you. The longer you stood quiet the further he strayed from you, and the distraught feeling that snaked itself around his throat made it feel hard to breathe.
After a few more moments of silence, he pressed a kiss to your knuckles and released your hands, letting them fall onto your lap. “That’s all I needed to know,” he mumbled.
You watched him leave the room, his shoulders drooping downward and steps defeated as he walked out with your tears on his hands. Once the door slammed shut, you made your way to the kitchen and sat down in your spot from earlier, staring blankly at his clay bowl.
Maybe he wouldn’t get to paint it after all.
𖥻 10 - REALITY CHECK
Even when he was gone, all you could see was Haechan.
The t-shirts he’d left at your apartment remained untouched in your drawer, his hoodie was still thrown over the arm of your couch, and his now hardened clay bowl remained in the center of your table. It felt like a bad breakup, albeit there was no relationship to break up in the first place.
You couldn’t bring yourself to move his things into a bag or out of your line of sight either; every time you pulled your drawer open to grab a pair of socks, his t-shirts sat there neatly folded, practically taunting you about your biggest fuck up so far. At times you thought about getting rid of them, but you knew the reason everything remained the same in your apartment was because a part of you hoped he’d come back. You hoped he’d be sleeping on your couch after you got home one day, or maybe he’d join you in finally painting the clay bowls you had made together. You hoped that even after you fucked up, he’d be able to see the good in you.
“Why does he have to see the good in you?” Your head snapped up and you met Renjun’s eyes, his brows pinched together in confusion.
“Did I say that out loud?”
“Yeah, dumbass,” he muttered. “Why does he have to be the one who comes to you?”
You rubbed your arm, lips quirked to the side in thought. “I just, y’know, want him to understand I didn’t mean it,” you mumbled.
Renjun leaned forward in his chair, interlocking his fingers. “To be honest, I wouldn’t want anything to do with you. You know you have feelings for him, why couldn’t you admit that when he was bearing his soul to you like you were in some shitty Shakespeare play?”
“I was scared!” you exclaimed. “He was laying it all on me, and I just didn’t know what to say.”
“We’ve literally gone over this,” the raven-haired boy groaned, “don’t fuck things up for yourself because you’re scared.”
“Y’know, that’s really easy for you to say considering it’s not happening to you!”
He scoffed. “Damn straight. I don’t need anyone,” he said matter-of-factly, “but you two idiots need each other.”
“I guess so,” you muttered. “I regret pushing him away.”
“I told you not to.”
You rested your chin in the palm of your hand, eyes squinted in his direction. “You’re a shitty therapist, Huang.”
“Oh, is that what we’re doing?” he asked sarcastically. “I wasn’t aware, give me a minute.”
You watched in amusement as he straightened his posture and picked up his glasses from the table, placing the thin frame on his slender nose bridge. “Therapist Huang is ready to see you now. Tell me how you’re feeling.”
“Wait, before we start, are you charging by the hour?” you asked, stifling a laugh. “I only have five dollars in cash.”
He pursed his lips for a moment, thinking to himself. “I’ll charge by how much emotional baggage you have,” Renjun said. “And don’t worry about paying, I also take Venmo and PayPal.”
A fake smile was plastered on his face as he finished speaking, earning a loud laugh from you.
“It’s nice to see you laughing now,” he mused, a smile tugging at his lips. “I know you’re still upset, but there’s no point in being stuck on what you didn’t do—focus on what you can do.”
You gave him a thumbs up. “You’re like a walking inspirational quotes page.”
Renjun let out a frustrated sigh and pinched his nose bridge. “Thank you for ruining my moment.”
“I’m only encouraging you!”
He shook his head and took his glasses off again, the wiry frame hitting the table with a soft clang! as he set them down. “Therapy session over,” he deadpanned. “Let's get down to business.”
“What business?”
“The business. Keep up!” Renjun groaned. “What’re you gonna tell Haechan?”
You leaned your chin on your palm, lips pursed in thought. “Well, I’d like to apologize to h—”
“Well no shit.” Renjun’s eyes widened as he realized what he said. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”
You glared at him. “As I was saying, I wanna apologize properly, y’know? Explain myself to him, profess my undying love, the sorts.”
“So we’re just gonna skip over the whole ‘undying love’ thing?” Your best friend looked at you with low eyes, annoyance written across his face.
Waving Renjun off, you crossed one leg over the other. “Yes, we don’t have enough time for that,” you sighed. “What should I do? Hold a boombox outside of his window?”
“I know that’s supposed to be a joke, but I wouldn’t put it past you,” he grimaced. “So that’s gonna be a fat ass no from me.”
“Okay, party pooper,” you muttered, putting your hands up in mock surrender, “I’ll go the simple route.”
“And what exactly is that?”
“Well I can’t say, that ruins the element of surprise.”
“You have no clue what you’re gonna do, do you?” Renjun deadpanned.
Your lips formed a tight line, cheeks puffing up as if stuffed with food. “I have no idea.”
𖥻 11 - BROCCOLI CHEDDAR SOUP
You were procrastinating. Hard.
A few days had passed since your conversation with Renjun and you’d done nothing to further your plan of winning Haechan back. This wasn’t a complicated, forty-step mission that you had to accomplish, you just needed to see him and apologize.
No ungodly amount of shitty reality TV or holiday movies were able mask the fact you couldn’t stop thinking about Haechan either, but he felt further away with every day that passed. Things were empty without him, to the point where you wished you could go back to him keeping an unnecessary amount of clothing at your apartment just so you’d have the opportunity to tease him about it.
Every room in your apartment had a memory of him attached to it too, like a never ending reminder you had to fix this. You could imagine him sleeping on the couch, a thin blanket pulled up to his chin and soft lashes fluttering against the tops of his cheekbones, or sitting on your bed while you tried on clothes and asked for his opinion (although it often ended with him wolf-whistling annoyingly loud).
Falling back onto the sofa, a huff of air escaped your lips. “It’s just a fuckin’ apology,” you muttered to yourself. “Think.”
It wasn’t until your stomach grumbled loudly and you checked your phone that you got an idea. You got off the couch abruptly, pulling on your coat and nearly tipping over as you tried putting your sneakers on with one hand.
It was Sunday, and that meant broccoli cheddar soup at the diner.
The December air was sharp, prickling at your skin and nose enough for your eyes to brim with tears. You waited for him to answer the door, holding the styrofoam container of soup close to your chest in hopes of easing the freezing cold. As you were about to knock your knuckles against the door again, it swung open.
Haechan looked at you in surprise, his pink lips parted as he focused on your face. His hair was longer now, tufts of caramel-colored strands covering the tops of his ears and eyebrows. The white t-shirt he wore hung on his body perfectly, and even in the light of winter it contrasted beautifully against his tanned skin.
“Oh, uh, Jiyoon isn’t ho—”
“I’m not here for her,” you breathed out, your words accompanied by white puffs of air. “I’m here for you.”
Confusion flashed in his eyes but he opened the door wider anyway, letting you into the warm house.
“Those are my sweats,” he said softly.
As confused as he was, his heart swelled while looking at you. The black puffer jacket you wore was zipped all the way up to your chin, the fluffy material giving you the appearance of a child well prepared for a day of playing in snow. His sweatpants were too long and bunched up around your ankles, the gray material flowing onto the tongue of your sneakers.
You set the soup down and looked down at your legs, cheeks burning in embarrassment. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention this morning,” you murmured.
He shook his head and smiled softly. “It’s okay, they look better on you anyway,” he replied reassuringly. “But uh, did you need something?”
“Yes, kind of. I wanna tell you I’m sorry,” you said carefully, unzipping your jacket. “And I brought us soup.”
A dulcet laugh escaped his heart-shaped lips at the mention of the soup, his tired eyes crinkling at the corners. “Let's talk first, yeah?”
You nodded and followed him to the sofa, your knees knocking together softly as you sat beside each other.
“Hyuck, I really wasn’t thinking straight,” you mumbled, wringing your hands together. “I’m sorry. I thought that—I don’t know… maybe denying what I was feeling would go better for us, but I was wrong.”
He nodded, beckoning you to continue.
“I was so scared that it would ruin things between us, but I did that all by myself,” you laughed dryly. “It felt like a bad dream; all I wanted was to wake up and see you taking over my house again.”
He let out a small laugh at that, his cheeks tinted a soft pink. “Y’know, I really wanted to call you,” he began, “but I just… I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore.”
“I should have been honest with you. It wasn’t fair to you or me,” you admitted, hesitantly grabbing one of his hands.
Haechan ran his thumb across your knuckles, remaining quiet for a moment before speaking, “I think both of us should have been more honest from the beginning… but thanks for apologizing.” A smile played on his lips; not enough for the skin around his eyes to crinkle, but enough for you to know it was genuine.
“Maybe we can… go back and start over?” you suggested softly.
He nodded, shaking your hand. “I’m Donghyuck, but you can call me Haecha—”
A loud laugh escaped your lips, your hand coming up to swat his shoulder. “Not that far back, dumbass!”
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Haechan liked when you were vulnerable.
He liked when you didn’t wipe your tears away during sad scenes of sappy films, and he liked when you told him exactly how you felt without beating around the bush. You didn’t hide from him anymore; he could explore you with both his words and calloused hands without you holding back.
He liked when you shared, too. Spoonfuls of your soup, the expensive face wash you used, even your endless amount of paint tubes in that clear bag on the side of your desk.
“Hey, earth to loverboy,” you called to him, waving your hand in his face. “Pass me the blue paint, please.”
He reached over to grab the tube and screwed the cap off, handing it to you. “Y’know, you’re way better at this than I am. Maybe you can paint mine.”
“Nope, it’s your bowl. You paint it.”
“Please,” he groaned, dragging out the word, “I’ll give you a bajillion kisses if you do.” He blinked rapidly, trying to sway you with the flutter of his lashes and the pout that graced his lips.
“You look dumb,” you laughed. “Plus, you can’t give me a bajillion kisses. That number doesn’t exist, and your lips would fall off.”
Haechan paused for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing in thought as he turned to you.
“What are you doing?” You squinted at him.
“I’m just… thinking of my science experiment.” He shrugged. “You’ll be my lab rat, right?”
“A fuckin lab rat? What are yo—”
He squished your cheeks between his hands as he began to pepper kisses along your face, a laugh escaping your mouth as his lips sloppily pressed against your cheek.
“Let me go! That’s enough!” you cackled, pushing him away by his shoulders. “What kind of science experiment is that?”
“I think I got close to a bajillion kisses,” he said cheekily, leaning back into his chair. “Lips are still attached, babe.”
You shook your head, a faint smile on your face as you began painting again. “So annoying, Donghyuck.”
He stared at you silently, unaware of the way his lips curled into a grin as you worked. “Hey, can I tell you something?”
Humming in response, you continued to brush blue paint onto the terracotta bowl.
“I love you,” he whispered.
Your head shot up in surprise, eyes slightly widened and glittering from the reflection of the light above your kitchen table. “I love you too,” you mumbled, leaning over to kiss his lips softly.
There was no more sneaking around in his bedroom or car, and no rushing to leave before you were seen or telling little white lies. He could hold you softly and love you loudly, with no fear of what would happen next.
Haechan liked not having any more secrets, but he loved that you were finally his.
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hii!! can i request a throwback of mr and mrs jeong plss~
throwback || j.j
genre: fluff and suggestive
warnings: mrs jeong the sweetest girl, mr jeong the bad boy, flirting
note: anon i hope this i what you meant because i got really excited to write this
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you walked into the wild class, holding your books to your chest while closing the door shut. as you walked to find a seat, you had nasty glares thrown at you from girls with colored headbands on.
“pass it you dump!” someone yells. the smell of cigarettes rushing through your nose and burning them.
you find a seat that was in the back and not near the group of boys smoking cigs.
bang bang bang!
a sudden bang causes the boys to scatter while throwing the cigarette butt out the window. “quiet down, now! today we have a transfer joining us in class, so be respectful! please, come.” the teacher says gesturing you to the front.
wow, this is so cliché. 
you walked up with your things still in your hands. “go on, dear. introduce yourself.” she says going to her desk and taking a seat.
“um, hi. i’m y/n, kim y/n. i’m originally from ohio but i moved because my dad had a job offer. please take care of me.” you look at the teacher who nods, dismissing you from the front.
as you walk off, she calls for you. “y/n, i’m sorry. i forgot to say, we have assigned seats. why don’t you..” she hums, “why don’t you sit over there by the window.” you nod with a silent sigh, making your way over to the nasty smoking area.
“alright, now—! ugh.” she grumbles at the phone ringing but picks it up. “Mrs. law? um, yes. sure, i’ll be there in a few minutes, thank you.” she hangs up and turns to the class.
“i forgot that i had a meeting so i’ll be back soon. in the meantime, grab a packet and do it. it’s due today after class!” she says grabbing a few of her items and leaving the classroom.
you sigh, going to stand up until a packet is slammed on your desk.
“so,” the guy licks his teeth. “y/n, was it?” you look up at the boy and you nod.
he pouts a bit. “cmon, pretty. talk. your voice was so sweet.” you hang your head back down, ignoring the comments he made.
everyone starts mumbling as the door gets pulled open and then slammed shut.
“oh, my god! it’s him!”
“she’s sitting in his spot!”
“he’s so hot!”
everyone babbles over the boy who had just walked in. “hey,” the guy says, throwing his backpack on the desk next to you.
you don’t care to look up, instead focusing on the worksheet. “get out. you’re in my seat.” he says kicking the desk.
you sigh and look up. the boy who stared down at you with evil suddenly softened his glare. “sorry, what?” you remove your airpods from your ear. “n—nothing.” he clears his throat and sits next to you.
everyone starts ouing when hearing the boy stutter over you.
“dude,” jaehyun gets smacked by a friend of his. “are you just gonna let her sit in your spot like that?” jaehyun rolls his eyes. “it’s just a seat.” he sighs and glances at you.
“she’s gorgeous.” he thinks to himself.
it was lunch and you were sitting alone at a big table. no one wanted to sit by you which you didn’t really mind or care.
you slightly glance at the people who joined you. it was the same group of girls from your math class. “y/n, right? wow, you’re so.. pretty!” they squeal.
“anyways, enough of that— saw you talking to my boyfriend earlier, talk to him again and i’ll rip your hair out. got it? thanks, babe!” she says walking away with her friends following behind.
“so much for a nice school with nice people.” you sigh, picking up your milk carton and finishing it.
you got up and looked straight ahead of you. the boy from your math class. he was staring at you while drinking his banana milk. he looked away when he noticed you had caught him.
you grin a little and walk away to dump your tray.
you were grabbing your gym clothes from your locker when someone slams it shut. “y/n, right?” you sigh getting annoyed of that question. “mhm.” you nod reopening your locker and grabbing your gym clothes.
“well, i’m jaehyun. jeong jaehyun. i’m from your—?” you cut him off with a nod. “—math class, i know. look, i’m gonna be late for gym, i have to go.” as you try to walk past him he pulls on your arm.
“what’s the rush? cant be a little late to class?” you yank your arm back. “i’m not the type of skip class or whatever. i’m here to actually learn and to actually get education.” his lips turn into an O shape.
he smirks. “feisty.. i like it.”
it had been a week later and jaehyun hadn’t showed up to school. you made two friends, ten and johnny. they were also in your math class.
johnny helped ten with math and you would sit back, laughing to yourself as johnny gets frustrated with ten.
“hey, does.. jaehyun do this a lot?” johnny hums and ten tilts his head.
“do what?” they both say.
“skip school a lot?” they both nod.
so it was normal to them.. interesting.
monday came around and the popular boy came back, his hair still fluffy. “hey pretty.” he greets you with a grin. “me?” you look around while pointing to yourself. “no, the girl with weird glasses— who else?” you laugh making his ears turn red.
cute.
“she laughed.” his voice memoed to him.
“my glasses aren’t weird.. i find them cute.” you saying taking your glasses off and looking at them. clear baby pink in a round shape.
“they’re especially cute when you’re wearing them.” he flirts making you snort. “stop, no.. no flirty comments, please.” you giggle making him suck in a gush of air.
he sits next to you. “your laugh is so adorable, did you know that?” you scrunch your face up. “adorable? as if.” as he tries protesting against your denial the bell rings.
you started to notice the progress with jaehyun. he came to school everyday with his fluffy brown hair and a pair of fake glasses, exactly your shape but in black.
he explained it to you and said that he wanted to match with you so you wouldn’t be the only nerd in class.
but what you didn’t know was that, the only reason he attended school was to see you.
you were his motivation into coming to school.
“here.” you sit up when something is thrown on your desk.
you look up holding the banana milk carton. “it’s for you, drink it.” jaehyun says throwing his backpack on the ground and then sitting by you.
“thank you.” you mumble, opening the carton.
jaehyun leans in closer. “hm? couldn’t hear you, pretty. speak up.” you clear your throat and lean in. “thank you.” jaehyun grins and nods, leaning back up.
a few months later and you and jaehyun got closer, to the point where you and him started dating.
people taunted you and him for dating at a young age.
“freshmens and already dating? lord, that isn’t gonna last.”
you and jaehyun decided to ignore the rude comments, they had no clue about the chemistry between you and jaehyun.
you knew he was your soulmate.
you came to class early and saw another carton of banana milk but this time, a note was attached to it.
‘im jude and i’ve recently transferred. i’ve heard so much about you. meet me in the library at 5? XX.”
you crumple the note up and open the carton of banana milk, chugging it down before tossing it in the trash.
“nope.” you say after taking a deep breath.
years past by and throughout those high school years, your amazing boyfriend jaehyun had stuck by your side.
whatever problems you went through, he helped and was always there. he would drop everything just for you.
wanted ice cream at four in the morning, the man would wake up and get you some ice cream from the convenient store by his house then he’d drop it off for you.
if you needed a hug from him, he’d drive— sometimes even walk, to your house just to give you a hug.
once, he beat a group of guys up for catcalling you and making you uncomfortable.
it took years for jaehyun to get better. he quit smoking just for you. he quit drinking at a young age just for you. he did everything because of you, and he didn’t regret a thing.
it’s been over a decade since you and your lover met back in high school. you don’t regret a thing.
true love is real.
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Baby Fever
Hello lovelies! I hope everyone is well! This little fic is for the amazingly talented @buckyownsmylife 2k/Birthday Challenge! Which the theme for it was breeding kink. Which how could I not participate in that? Breeding kink just happens to be one of the biggest kinks I have(and i don’t even want kids, go figure) So I looked through my Masterlist and realized I didn’t have a breeding kink fic with Steve. Well, I can’t say that anymore!
Thank you for hosting this challenge you lovely, beautiful human! And congrats on the 2k!! You deserve that and so much more! I hope everyone enjoys!
Rating: Explicit (duh, it’s a breeding kink fic)
Words: 2.8k
Warnings: breeding kink(again, duh), Professor!Steve(I feel like he’s a warning all by himself, language, age gap, unprotected sex(I mean, it’s kind of implied but I’ll put the warning anyway)
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“How long do we have to stay at this thing?”
You help can’t but roll your eyes at your husband of 4 months. “I told you I’m not sure. It’s my niece’s 1st birthday party. You could’ve stayed home you know.”
Steve pulls up to your sister’s house and parks among the other vehicles in the front yard. “Yeah and give them even more reasons to hate me? No thanks.”
See, Steve wasn’t your family’s favorite person. It all has to do with the fact that he’s 10 years older than you and how you guys met, which was during your freshman year of college. You were the innocent student and he was your history professor.
The attraction was instant and very mutual between you two. But dating students at this particular university was frowned upon and Steve could have lost his job. So, you admired each other from afar….that is until the semester was over. You went to visit him in his office after your last class and he eagerly bent you over his desk and ruined you for any other future man you may have.
Well, that was 6 years ago now. Your family of course didn’t approve and thought he was just taking advantage of a young, naive student. Your mom was the first to come around when she noticed a change in your demeanor and how happy he made you. She talked some sense into your dad and he eventually backed off as well.
It took until Steve put a ring on your finger for your sister to accept him. Although you know her and her friends still judged you two. You could tell by the looks you guys always got whenever around them. You learned to not let it bother you. Steve was amazing. He was attentive, caring, and he loved you with everything he had. The only flaw he had was that he didn’t want kids.
It almost made you consider not marrying him. You had always wanted kids. But, in the end you realized you wanted Steve for the rest of your life more than a baby. But he did adopt a kitten with you. So it’s a win, win.
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He gets out of the car and grabs the gift out of the trunk. You had gotten her an outfit that says ‘My aunt is cooler than your aunt’ and various toys that she would enjoy. Plus, being the book editor you were, you couldn’t not get her a book. So, you got her the very first Harry Potter book. When Steve saw you wrapping it with a questioning look, you told him it was never too early to start a child’s transition into being a Potterhead.
You skipped excitedly next to Steve as you made your way to the front door. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your enthusiasm. “You excited or something, sweetheart?”
After ringing the doorbell, you turn towards him. “Of course I am! I love my little niece!”
Truth was, you knew you were never going to have a baby of your own. So you poured all of your love and joy for a baby into your niece.
You’re pulled from your thoughts when your brother-in-law, Matt, answers the door.
“Mr. and Mrs. Rogers! Glad you made it! Come on in!” He ushers you 2 inside, helping you both hang your coats up in the hall closet. He then points to the obvious gift table. “You can just set that down there, Steve. And if you’d like, me and a bunch of the other husbands are downstairs in the basement watching the game. You’re more than welcome to join us.”
Steve looks at you, silently asking for permission. You give him a quick pecking the lips. “Go have fun. Just make sure to come back up for food and presents.”
As Steve heads downstairs with Matt, you can’t help but take in all the decorations. Little Miss Lindsey just happens to currently be obsessed with The Little Mermaid. So of course the theme is under the sea. Your sister really went all out. Streamers, balloons, and even mermaid figurines were everywhere. There’s even mermaid confetti on the tables.
You head in search of your sister and the birthday girl, one of which you find in the kitchen. “Hey sis! Need any help?”
Your sister, Rachel, turns from the hot dog sauce she’s stirring on the stove and gives you a big hug. “Oh, thank god you’re here! Can you grab the vegetable tray and potato salad out of the fridge and put them on that table over there?”
“Sure! Where’s Linds?” You ask as you grab the requested items out of the fridge.
Your sister returns to the sauce on the stove. “She’s still napping. I should be getting her up soon. Where’s Steve? He stay home? I know this isn’t really his thing.”
You take the plastic wrap off the potato salad and sit it amongst the smorgasbord of other food on the table. “Of course he’s here. He’s down in the basement with the other men.”
You sister lets out a sigh. “Yeah, I told Matt they could only watch until everybody got here. Ah, shit. I think I hear Lindsey crying.”
“I’ll get her!” Quickly jumping at the chance to see her.
“You sure? That would be great! The outfit I want her to wear is on the changing table. And can you do her hair up in the bow, too?”
“You got it!” You make your way down the hall towards Lindsey’s room, her crying getting louder. You open the door and see her sitting up in her crib. Her crying quiets the moment she sees you. She gets a big ole smile on her face and reaches out for you. “Hi, sweet girl! How is the birthday girl today?” You pick her up and give her a big hug. “How about we get you changed into your party outfit?” She just coos back at you in response.
You push her outfit aside and lay her down on the changing table. Quickly realizing she’s wet, you give her a fresh diaper. She attempts to ‘help’ as you try to change her into her party outfit. Which after it’s on her, she looks like a little mermaid. You quickly brush her hair and pull as much of it as you can into a ponytail on the top of her head and add the matching bow. You stand back a little from her and clap your hands. “What a pretty girl! Are you ready to join your party?” You pick her up and turn around to head out of the room. You’re surprised to see your husband standing in the doorway.
“Hey, I thought you were watching the game?” He shrugs his shoulders and walks towards you two. “I missed you.” He tickles Lindsey’s side, causing her to giggle. “Happy Birthday, little one.” You can’t help but feel your heart warm. That always happens anytime your husband interacts with a baby.
“I was just helping Rachel out by getting her ready. She seemed a little frazzled in the kitchen.” You turn your attention back to Lindsey. “Come on, sweet girl. Let’s go join your mommy in the kitchen!”
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The next hour goes by in a blur. You weren’t really paying attention to anyone else. All of yours on Lindsey. The only food she seemed to want was what was on your plate. You didn’t mind sharing. Then she got to ‘smash’ her cake. Which for Lindsey it meant taking delicate little bites from said cake, mostly of the icing. She did still manage to get it all down the front of her though. But that’s okay, Rachel of course had a back up outfit ready.
You had just polished off your hot dog when Rachel walked back into the room with a now clean Lindsey. Steve grabbed yours and his plates to go dispose of.
Rachel sat on the floor with Lindsey who immediately started crawling towards you. “I think you’re gonna have to join us, sis.”
You can tell it’s hurting Rachel’s feelings a little that Lindsey is so attached to you today. Nevertheless, you join them on the floor, placing Lindsey in your lap. “Ready to open presents, sweet girl?”
Rachel turns to Matt. “Honey, could you start handing out the presents please?”
He nods and goes to grab the first of many presents. He sits it down in front of Lindsey who immediately goes for the tissue paper. She doesn’t even seem to care about the present in the bag. You laugh and try to get her attention on the gift inside.
You look up and see everyone laughing at the birthday girl who only wants the tissue paper. You notice Steve towards the back of the crowd, only he’s not laughing. He’s giving you a look. You’ve seen that look before. It instantly sends a shiver down your spine and makes your panties wet. He wants you.
You try to give him a stern look. He shouldn’t be looking at you like that in the middle of your niece’s party. He puts his hands up in surrender.
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After taking almost 2 hours to open the rest of the gifts, Lindsey was a sleepy girl. You were sitting on the couch with Lindsey cuddled up into your chest. You were gently rocking her back and forth. You look over at your sister who was cleaning up the mess from the presents.
“I can go put her down for a nap, Rach. I don’t mind.”
“Thanks, sis. You seem to be her favorite person today so she’d probably scream if I tried to do it. Matt! Could you get a bottle ready for Lindsey so my sister can put her down for her nap?”
A few minutes later he comes out with the bottle and hands it to you.
You stand up and look over at Steve. “I shouldn’t be too long. Did you want to head out of here after I put her down? I know you still have those papers to grade.”
He nods. “Yeah, if you don’t mind. Thanks, sweetheart.”
You squeeze his bicep as you pass by him. “Of course not. Like I said, this shouldn’t take too long.” You glance at Lindsey and notice she’s having trouble keeping her eyes open.
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Just like you predicted, it only took Lindsey about 15 minutes to fall asleep. You take one last glance at her, your heart tugging a little, knowing you’ll never have one of your own.
You quietly close the door and don’t even take 2 steps before the door across the hall opens to reveal Steve. You look at him in confusion. “Babe? Why are you in the laundry room?”
He doesn’t respond. Instead, he grabs your arm and pulls you into the room with him. He makes sure to shut the door behind him.
“Steve, what are you doing? I thought we were leaving?”
He pushes you to the front of the washing machine and presses himself up against you, immediately making you feel how hard he is. “Need you, baby.” He reaches around and starts undoing your jeans.
You start pushing his hands away and try to turn around. His hold on your waist tightens, stopping you.
“Steve, we are not doing this here. You can wait until we get home.”
You are suddenly pushed until your front is resting on the top of the washing machine, Steve covering his body with yours. He lets out a low growl in your ear. “This” he presses his bulge more firmly against your ass “is your fault. So, you’re going to help me with it.”
You turn your head to the side as he pushes your jeans over the curve of your ass. “Me? What the fuck did I do? I haven’t even really talked to you today. Been with Lindsey all day.”
He fastens his pace in removing his own jeans, only lowering them enough to free his aching cock. He lands a smack to your panty covered ass. “Exactly. Made me so hard watching you with the baby. Made me think what it’d be like if we had one. What you’d look like swelled with my kid. Knew I had to have you.”
You managed to push him back far enough to stand up straight and turn around to face him. “Steve, I’m not going to let you fuck me in my sister’s laundry room.” He launches at you, trapping your body between his and the washing machine. “It’s cute that you think you’re in charge. Now, I’m going to fuck a baby into you. And I can either do that here or I’ll take you out in the living room where everyone is and bend you over there.”
Fuck. These panties are officially fucked. Still, you have questions. “I thought you didn’t want kids, Steve? Plus I’m on the pill.”
His face turns soft for a second. He cups your cheek in his left hand. “I didn’t think I did. But seeing you with her today? Now that’s all I want, all I can think about. You with our baby. You’d be the best mother. And you’ll just stop taking your pill. Starting today. We’ll keep trying until it takes. Is this something you’re even still wanting?”
You grab onto his wrist and push your cheek against his palm. “Of course it is.” You turn back around and bend over the washer. You lower your panties to your knees and shake your ass in his direction. “Well? What are you waiting for? Fuck a baby into me, Steve.”
He growls and closes the distance between you. He grabs the base of his cock and rubs the tip through your dripping folds. “Don’t have time to stretch you out first, sweetheart. And I’m really worked up, so this will probably be quick.”
You push back against him, eager to get him inside you already. “Don’t care. Just please, fuck me Professor Rogers.” You knew that’d get him.
“Fuck.” Is the only warning you get before he buries himself in you to the hilt. He just gets his hand over your mouth before your moan escapes your throat.
He only gives you a second to adjust to his size before he starts a bruising pace. After a few thrusts, he removes his hand from your mouth and smacks your ass. He feels you clench around him. “Yeah? You like when your professor fucks you?”
You quickly nod your head. “Yeah. You fuck me so good. Need your cum. Need you to fill me up.”
Steve quickens his pace even more if that’s possible. He moves his left hand off your hip and moves it around you to find your clit. He presses quick circles against it. “Need you to cum first, sweetheart. Need to feel you squeeze me.”
You start pushing back to meet his thrusts. You can feel the coil inside you ready to snap. You just need a little something more.
Steve leans over you and starts pressing kisses up your spine, his pace never faltering. Once he reaches your shoulder, he bites down lightly. He moves his mouth next to your ear. “Come on, sweetheart. Cum for your professor. Then I’ll fill you up nice and full, get you pregnant. Cum for me, Y/N.”
You press your face into the crook of your elbow to muffle your scream as you cum undone on his cock. Your orgasm triggers his. He cums with a quiet shout as he fills you full of his spend, some of it leaking out around him. He gives a few more shallow thrusts before stopping and catching his breath.
He rubs his hands up and down your back. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?”
You turn your head so you can look at him. “Mmm, i’m great.” You can’t help but let out a little giggle, feeling drunk on sex.
Steve smiles down at you and moves his hand until it’s resting on your lower stomach. “I hope it worked.” He slowly pulls out and watches as his cum starts leaking out of your pussy. He quickly scoops it up and pushes it back inside, causing a whimper to escape your lips. “Sorry, sweetheart. Can’t let any of it go to waste.”
Once he’s sure he’s got it all, he quickly pulls your panties back into place. He stands you up and turns you around to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you so much, thank you for being mine.”
You give him a big smile. “I love you, too. And thank you for picking me.” You bend down to pull up your jeans, Steve mirroring your actions. Once you’re both redressed, you wrap your arms around his neck and press a firm kiss to his lips.
“Now, let’s hurry up and get home. Want you to fill me up again.” You give him a wink and turn to head out the door. “You coming?”
He smirks as he starts following you out. “Oh, I will be.”
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