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avatar-anna · 15 days
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Save a Horse...
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"Reading anything interesting?" Harry asked as he entered the den, your favorite place to read.
Holding your Kindle to your chest, you said, "Uh, I guess. I only just started it, so."
Harry raised a brow skeptically as he sat in the loveseat across from the bay window where you sat. "Really?" he asked. "You've been in here a while."
"I—I got stuck on my phone for a while," you said. "You know how it is."
"Hm."
Not saying anything else, Harry picked up his own book and opened it. You watched him for a moment, brows furrowed. As far as you were concerned, he was working all afternoon. You didn't typically mind, you took the quiet afternoons to run errands, tend to your garden outside, try out new recipes, and read.
Most of the time, you read. Harry had always known you to be a bookworm, the first time you met you had a novel in your hand and one in the bag over your shoulder. Books were how you communicated—gifts just because, as a form of apology, ones you thought you might enjoy together, which rarely ever happened. You left them in places for Harry to find like his guitar case or his carry on when he left for tour, and he put novels in different purses of yours or among the stacks on your bookshelf to see if you'd notice the new addition.
It was safe to say that both of you loved to read, but quiet afternoons like this were typically ones you enjoyed alone, specifically so Harry wouldn't see you blush or question what it was you were blushing at.
You glanced down at your Kindle, at the paragraph you left off on. "Jack shoved Delilah against the barn's door before ripping her blouse wide open to reveal her bare chest. Buttons scattered against the floor, but Delilah didn't care, not when Jack kissed a searing path toward her—"
"You know what? I think I'm gonna start on dinner," you said, clicking your Kindle shut before standing up.
Looking at your boyfriend was the wrong move. Harry lay stretched out on the loveseat, his shorts riding up on his thighs revealing more of his toned legs than you would've liked. That wasn't the first...steamy scene in your book, and let's just say looking at your very sexy boyfriend wasn't curbing the feeling of need coursing through your veins.
Harry definitely wouldn't have been opposed if you crawled into his lap right now, but he'd ask questions, questions that were too embarrassing to answer.
"Dinner?" he asked, setting his book down in his lap. His reading glasses, which had been perched high on the bridge of his nose, slid down, his hair adorably rumpled. If you hadn't known he'd been in his home studio all day today, you would've guessed he'd just rolled out of bed. "It's one o'clock, baby."
"Or nap," you said, hating how skittish you sounded. "Maybe take a nap. I don't know, I'm not really feeling like reading right now."
"Well, that's a first," Harry said, his voice slightly teasing. "What's going on with you?"
"Nothing!" you insisted, though you answered a little too hastily, and your voice might've been higher than usual. Scratching the back of your neck, you tried to quell your heartbeat. "Nothing. Why—Why would you ask that?"
"Because you're acting...strange," Harry concluded. A small smile flickered at the corner of his mouth as he looked you up and down. "It wouldn't have anything to do with the book you're reading on that thing, would it?"
He nodded toward the Kindle in your hands with a raised brow. It was a little too pointed, as if he knew exactly what you kept on it. You and Harry both enjoyed the feel of a physical book in your hands, but you had an e-reader too. For convenience, you told Harry. And it was convenient. Your Kindle was light, you could carry a library in your purse and it barely weighed a pound, and it conveniently hid your most scandalous book titles.
"N—No," you said, fighting the urge to hide your Kindle behind your back, or chuck it across the room until it broke and was unusable. "Like—Like I said, I'm just not in the mood to read."
"Okay, I'll join you then. I'm a little tired myself."
Harry stood up and stretched his arms high above his head, his t-shirt rising with him. Your eyes zeroed in on the sliver of skin that revealed itself. Tan, tattooed skin, taught with muscle, a light trail of hair that led into the waistband of his briefs. Your cheeks were already flaming red from the situation at hand, but seeing his skin, seeing Harry be...Harry without even trying was too much. You thought you might combust.
"Why?" It was a stupid question, one you knew Harry saw right through.
"Why are you so eager to not hang out with me?" he asked back, his eyes narrowing. "And what's got you so flustered today? Has Jack ravished Delilah again?"
"Wh—What?"
Harry smirked at you, his eyes filled with mischief as he nodded at the e-reader in your hands. "Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. I know what you keep on there."
What? "Since when? And how—how do you know about—"
"You fell asleep reading last night," Harry explained. "And the Kindle was still on. I mean, I've always had my suspicions because you're always blushing when you've got that thing in your hands, but I got curious."
"I—You—You snooped—"
"I'm sorry, baby. I wouldn't have looked if I knew you'd be upset about it," he said, stepping closer. "But you shouldn't be. Nothing to be embarrassed about here."
You looked down at the socks on your feet instead of Harry coming closer to you. He said there was nothing to be embarrassed about, but you couldn't help but feel it creeping along your skin. You didn't do anything wrong, but you felt dirty for some reason, like you'd gotten caught doing something you knew you shouldn't have.
Crossing your arms across your chest, you said, "So, are you going to tease me about it or what?"
"Nothing to tease about, baby. I already told you that. I just didn't realize you had a thing for cowboys, that's all."
You huffed. You knew you weren't getting off that easy. "Shut up."
"No really," Harry said. You weren't looking at him, but you could hear the grin in his voice. "I wish you'd told me sooner. I would've gotten a hat, gotten the right jeans. Is that why you're into that show now? The one with all the cowboys and horseback riding and—"
"Alright, alright. I get it," you said, finally looking at him. Looking up at him, more like. Harry was practically toe to toe with you, his hand tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "You know what? I'm taking me and my Kindle upstairs and I'm going to finish reading Jack—what did you call it?—ravish Delilah."
Harry let you stomp away in a huff, chuckling at your back as you left the den. Going up to the bedroom you shared with Harry, you settled on the bed and turned your Kindle back on.
Your eyes flitted across the screen, tracking over each word but not really reading them. You wanted to lose yourself in the story, in the scene laid out before you, but you couldn't.
"So, is it the hats that do it for you? Or the accents?"
Rolling your eyes, you tossed your Kindle to the side. Harry leaned against the doorframe, his eyes still holding that mirth in them. Narrowing your eyes at him, you said, "The ruggedness, I think. There's something so...manly about a guy on a horse and doing honest work, manual labor. Know what I mean?"
His nose wrinkled as he laughed. "Ha ha. I think I'm gonna have to download some other kinds of novels on there. Ones about rockstars falling for their fans, maybe?"
Harry began crawling onto the bed toward you, only stopping when you pressed a foot to his chest. "Really?"
"Definitely more rooted in reality than your wrangler fantasies," he said, then turned his head to the side. Pushing back your yoga pants, Harr pressed a tiny kiss to your ankle, then worked his way up your leg, toward the back of your knee. "Take these off, baby. And pick up that book of yours too."
You didn't need to be told twice about ditching your pants, but the book part made you pause. "Why the book? You were teasing me about it not even a minute ago."
"I am going to make sure you enjoy it," Harry said, though it sounded more like a promise.
Excitement flipped in your belly, your cheeks flushed with anticipation. "Yeah? Maybe next time I'll get you a cowboy hat."
Harry raised his brows, a crooked smile inching up his face. "I could get behind that. Now don't make me ask you again, baby."
Harry tugged on your ankle until you lay flat against the mattress with a squeak. "I'm going, I'm going!" you cried with an excited giggle, shoving your yoga pants down and wriggling out of them. Harry's hands, which were calloused from years of playing the guitar were rough against your skin, but it sent a lick of curling heat down your spine.
"The book, baby. Go on."
Your lips pursed as you looked at Harry. His lips were wet from where he'd swiped his tongue over them, the pads of his fingers trailing up and down the skin of your inner thighs. The light stubble of his cheeks scratched your skin, but it didn't hurt, it felt thrilling as he looked up at you through his lashes, green eyes glinting with promise.
Keeping eye contact, you reached for the abandoned Kindle, clicking it on and looking down at where you left off. Harry continued to lean against your thigh, stroking his thumb up and down while you settled against the bed. Nothing for one page, then more nothing, then he began to prop your leg up, then the other.
"Jack flipped Delilah over, his hands splaying across her bare back until they found purchase in the tresses of her dark red hair. 'Come on,' Delilah panted, already breathless from the mere anticipation of him filling her. It hadn't been long since they last fucked, but it felt like an age. She needed it more than she cared to admit. Badly enough that she was willing to do it in a dusty old barn. 'What are you waiting for—' 'Maybe I should put it in your mouth instead. That'll shut you up—"
"Oh." You gasped, pleasure tingling through your whole body.
"Is that me or Jack?" Harry asked, his voice vibrating through you, nose nudging against you in a way that had your toes curling.
"Jack," you teased, then arced your back against the bed with a groan.
"Sounds like I've got my work cut out for me," he said before parting your legs further. "Keep going. Don't put it down until I tell you."
"But—Ow!"
Harry kissed the juncture of your thigh, right where he'd pinched it. "Keep going," he repeated.
"Rude," you muttered but picked the e-reader nonetheless.
When you continued, so did Harry. It was hard to keep focus. Not when teased with his nose, or when he expertly worked you over with his tongue, especially not when he thrust his fingers inside you relentlessly. Still, you waited, still you read, waiting for Harry to tell you you could stop.
You were two orgasms in when he finally looked up, chin glistening and evil smirk shining as he glanced up at you. "I think that was all me, don't you?"
"Shut up and fuck me," you said airily, breaths still falling heavily. Giggling, you continued. "That I got from Delilah."
Harry crept up the bed until his face was level with you. His nose against yours before kissing it. "Tell me more."
"I could tell you," you said with a grin that matched Harry's. Reaching for the waistband of his shorts and briefs, you began to tug. "But I think we'd both have more fun if I showed you."
Harry leaned onto his back and rested his arms above his head, settling back with a grin as you climbed on top of him. His eyes rolled back blissfully to a single roll of your hips before they settled back on you.
"Show me then, baby."
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bunny-eats-fox · 8 months
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about first times
miyamura izumi warnings: jealous reader ; sex/18+/SMUT; ends in fluff wc: 3,2k an: this was a request! and while I am rather "meh" regarding them, like i do them when i like them sort of thing, i couldn't say not to his prompt! thank u 🫶 request: "Hey, okay? I don't know if you accept requests.... if so, could you write something for Miyamura, where the reader is jealous of him with Hori? (If you can write some hot stuff too... )Thanks!!"
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"I'm here"
When this notification popped up, you couldn't stop your lips from curving into a smile.
"I'll quickly finish up, I'll be down in 10! O((>ω< ))o" That's what you hastily typed before you turned back to your laptop screen.
After another 5 minutes, you had finally finished draft number three of the new contract your firm was about to conclude. It was a big responsibility for you, your biggest yet, but you were thankful for the chance, hence overtime was sometimes inevitable. Since it was 100% compensated and, thankfully, not too often you had to stay late, you didn't mind that much. Especially because your boyfriend of three years was ever so kind to pick you up then. That way you were home just a little bit earlier.
When you finally packed your bag, you hurried out of your office into the elevator. Excited for that Thursday to have ended, and thus the weekend being only one more day away, you rushed out of the elevator once it hit ground floor. 
However, the swift clicking of your heels against the tile flooring suddenly fell silent once you stopped abruptly in your track. Through the big glass windows of the lobby you saw Izumi… and his ex. 
It wasn't like you hated Hori or anything; especially since she hadn't been in contact with Miyamura for over 4 years (according to him). There was no reason for you to hide, rather the opposite. You would go out there and confidently greet her.
However, as you wanted to start walking again, you stopped when you saw your boyfriend and Hori laughing. A sting in your heart made you gulp and clutch your bag a tad bit tighter. It wasn't even the polite little laugh one did to not make such a meeting awkward, no - it was a tummy clutching hearty laughter that had Miyamura and Hori bend forwards. 
The twinge of jealousy you suddenly felt stopped you completely for a moment. You knew there wasn't a reason for you to get jealous. It was admirable to be on good terms with your ex-lover. Plus, you trusted Izumi. 
Yet, when she finally waved and left, you released a breath you didn't realize you were holding. Hopefully, you can quickly get over that weird tenseness that had now filled your body after you had witnessed that. 
As you finally wanted to get out of your office, you stopped once more. 
"(Y/n)-san, good work today."
"Tachibana-san!", you bowed lightly and then smiled at him, "Good work today, Tachibana-san."
Your boss, a handsome 27-year old, held you back from leaving for just a little longer. Though, as you happily told him about the progress you had made regarding the new contract, you were oblivious to the fact that the young man had put his hand on your back. Too engrossed in the conversation, you didn't realize and only when he excused himself after wishing you a good evening, you thought you had felt something slide down your back to your hips. Though, as it was gone, you didn't think about it further. 
Instead, you finally left the building after your boss and rushed to your lover.
"I'm so sorry you had to wait, Izumi!" You openly hugged him and your boyfriend immediately put his arms around you as well. 
"No, don't worry about it. You've worked hard.", he smiled and then kissed your forehead.
Everything was okay. You hoped you quickly forgot what you had seen today as you got into the car and drove back to your shared apartment.
#
After dinner and your usual night routine, you sat on your bed together with him as you moisturized your legs. Even though you were a little… miffed he didn't tell you about Hori, you hoped you didn't show it. There was no reason to get emotional about that. They just had a good laugh together, nothing more.
Though, everything went wrong when he suddenly started, "So… who was the man you were talking to?" 
"Hm?" You were honestly surprised as you looked at him in confusion.
"You know, the dark haired, good looking one before you came out.", he specified. 
"Ohh…", somehow you didn't like his tone, "That was my boss."
"Pretty young for someone leading such a big firm." Izumi didn't look at you as he rummaged through his nightstand.
"Yeah… his father died last year so he unexpectedly had to take over. He is really nice though and hard working."
The mood was, for whatever reason, a little tense.
"Hah yeah I can see he is really working hard to flirt with his subordinates."
"Excuse me?", you raised an eyebrow. 
"(Y/n), I saw you and him." Izumi finally turned to you. "His hand was on your back and he was super close, too."
You scoffed speechlessly and just looked at him as if he was the crazy one. 
"He was being friendly?" Why did you defend your boss? It was true that you had felt something, so it was Tachibana's hand? 
"Friendly?? Right, because when I am friendly I touch someone like that.", Izumi clicked his tongue and then turned around to lay down, "Whatever."
When he turned his back to you, you couldn't hold back any longer, "No, I know. When you are being friendly, you just laugh hysterically with your ex, right? Must have been a reeeally fun conversation you had with her."
Finally, Miyamura turned around again and looked at you utterly surprised.
"That's right. I saw you too. And you didn't even tell me you met Hori today." After you had desperately tried to keep your cool, it was finally over as tears sprung to your eyes. Goodness, when will you learn not to cry in conversations like these?
"So don't get all huffy now telling me my boss is flirting with me when you have the greatest fucking time with your ex just outside my damn office.", you choked on the last words a little and then threw a pillow into his face.
"Ah, (Y/n)-"
"Shut up! I'm going to sleep!", you yelled before you turned around and slipped under your warm blanket, your back facing your boyfriend.
And all Izumi could do was listen to the light sniffles and watch your trembling form underneath the blanket as he lay back himself, wondering why he was such an idiot. 
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The next day, you and him didn't talk. Still miffed, you put on your heels before you grabbed your bag. Honestly, you would have just left without saying anything, but Izumi had something different in mind when he came to the front door. At first, you ignored him, though he didn't really care about that as he grabbed your shoulder and spun you around. For just a few seconds, you felt his soft lips on yours, leaving you speechless for a moment.
"See you later. Come home safely.", he said like all the days prior as he pushed your lunch bag into your hands.. 
"Mh…thanks, you too… Love you.", you then mumbled loud enough and quickly walked out the door, though you still heard his "Love you too" before it closed fully.
With a loudly thumping heart, you walked to the bus station, undoubtedly happy about what he did. It certainly made you realize that you would have made a grand mistake walking out the house like that. Life truly was unpredictable and leaving the house without a single goodbye or loving word was not right. Despite your little fight, Izumi still knew that.
You were so embarrassed right now for acting that childish that you were glad the bus came quickly just so could hide in a corner and truly reflect on your little quarrel.
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When you finally were able to eat your lunch, you just wanted a quiet moment to yourself, however…
"(Y/n)-san!)", a cheerful voice called out to you and you watched your boss approaching you.
"(Y/n)-san, you didn't eat your lunch yet?", though he didn't give you a chance to answer, "So, I thought I'd ask if you'd like to join today?" Tachibana reached out his hand and squeezed your shoulder.
That's when it finally clicked: Izumi was right. Your boss was shamelessly flirting with you - and that in front of everyone too!
"I'm so sorry, Tachibana-san thank you for the invitation, but I've been looking forward to eating my boyfriend's bento since he gave it to me this morning.", you politely said with a smile, but deliberately mentioned Miyamura, hoping he would get the hint as you also politely, but firmly, pushed his hand away from your shoulder.
Tachibana's face slightly derailed, but he swiftly had his composure back as he forced a smile and nodded. 
"Of course… Then, if you'll excuse me.", he still smiled before he walked off.
Sighing, you turned back to your desk. Thankfully, your coworkers didn't say anything (to your face at least) as you opened your lunch bag. Every day, even though he had to work himself, he got up and made you a bento.
You felt the tears already, but you didn't want to cry while you stuffed your face with Miyamura's cooking.  
You felt even more horrible about what had happened. Especially because he was totally right, your boss did flirt with you and you just showed him your nasty side by being jealous. Even though you did trust Izumi, you really did. It was just… whenever you saw Hori, you got reminded of the fact that she got all of Izumi's first times. Because for you, Izumi was your first everything. You met when you were 20 and while he had experienced all those "first times" already, you hadn't even romantically held hands with someone before that. So sometimes you wondered if he didn't regret splitting with his "first love", especially because you had heard from a young age that “the first love was like no other love, it can never be forgotten” and stuff like that. Hence why it made you insecure sometimes that he would want to go back to his first love where he got to experienced all those other firsts as well…
"I have to apologize… no matter what…that was childish of me.", you mumbled to yourself once you finished your delicious lunch.
With new motivation and determination, you went back to work.
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With a deep sigh, you got ready to finally leave the office. Even though you got off on time, the thought of using public transportation made you grumble. Usually, you might have ended up calling Izumi to pick you up, since he usually closed the shop for the day at that point, however, that wasn't an option now. Not after you left like that this morning.
Though, when you stepped out of the elevator and walked to the big front entrance, you saw a familiar silhouette through the glasses of the door and windows. Even though Tachibana came around the corner just in that moment and called for you, you didn't even realize. Too fixated, you rushed past him, your heels frantically clicking on the tile flooring as you pushed the doors open and…
Indeed, Izumi leaned against the car and waited for you. Once he looked up, a smile adorned his face and that's when you ran the last few meters just to throw yourself at him.
"I'm sorry. I was a jealous idiot and you were right about Tachib-" However, Izumi interrupted you when his hands gently tilted back your head so he could silence you with a kiss.
"I’m sorry too. I should have brought it up differently. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you about-" It was your time to silence him with a kiss, before you shook your head.
"It's fine. Really."
Then you hugged each other tightly. Izumi, nor you cared about the fact that you stood right in front of your office building and in the middle of the streets. Rather…when Miyamura just glanced into the building's direction, he saw your boss; he stood at the front windows, watching you two. It took everything in Izumi to not do anything inappropriate, so he just resumed to hugging you tighter and kissing your cute little side profile. If your boss ever touched you again, he might not have been so tame though.
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With tangled mouths, Izumi somehow managed to open your shared apartment door so he could pull you inside in a haste. Clumsily, you both stumbled through the entrance, mouths never apart as he swiftly kicked the door close. A muffled moan escaped your lips when your boyfriend pushed you against the now closed door. Though, you didn't resist, rather, you pulled him in even closer, your tongues entwined as his hands roamed your body. 
Izumi didn't even bother to open your blazer or blouse, instead, he opened the zipper of your pencil skirt and in one motion, he pulled it down so it pooled around your ankles.  You didn't even have time to take off your pumps had he already grabbed your leg and pulled it up.
"Is it okay?", he asked breathlessly, which only elicited a small giggle from you.
"Mmn." You nodded and hummed approvingly, your hands already working on the zipper of his jeans.
That was all Izumi needed. Once his own pants and boxers pooled somewhere around his knees, he needily pushed your underwear to the side (because he really couldn't be bothered to pull it down). 
With your help, he guided his aching cock into your dripping core, eliciting moans and grunts from you both. Miyamura filled you just the right way that it made you tremble. 
"Fuck… you're so wet. It's so good.", your boyfriend grunted between gritted teeth. And you could just whimper in agreement as he started thrusting relentlessly without letting you catch your breath for a moment. 
All you could do was grab onto him as Izumi moved his hips desperately and hard, grinding against that deepest spot inside you. Your back hit the apartment door and you were pretty sure neighbors could hear your moaning, despite your efforts to muffle it by burying your face in the crook of his neck.
"Izumi!! Izum- nghhgg, d-don't…I…", you tried to get through to your boyfriend and he did stop relentlessly attacking your g-spot for a second.
"Does it hurt?", he asked in between heavy gasps holding you firmly pushed against the door. Yet, he gently kissed the side of head, his voice full of concern when he whispered, "Want me to stop?"
Though you just shook your head and hugged him even tighter (if that was even possible), "N-no it just…feels too good…my voice…will- MNGHG!", you harshly bit your lip when Izumi angled his hips a certain way to thrust deeply into you.
"You're so cute.", he whispered, though a small smirk played around his lips which made you pout. And then, he was back to burying himself over and over into your dripping pussy. The noises from your needy and desperate love-making were loud and so erotic.
Even though you were embarrassed that you stood at the front door, going at it like rabbits, there was also something inside you that didn't care if anyone would hear. Right now, all you were capable of doing was to hang onto him and let that bliss sweep you both away.
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"Haaahhh~", you let out a blissful sigh while you relaxed against him. Even though it was pretty crammed in the small bathtub, neither of you cared.
Compared to yesterday, it was a comfortable silence as you cuddled together. As Izumi littered kisses all over your shoulder and neck, your thoughts once again drifted back to how you felt yesterday and how unnecessary that stupid fight was.
"Izumi?"
"Mmn?"
"About yesterday…I really am sorry. You know, it's not that I don't trust you. It's just.. ", you fiddled with your fingers trying to find the right words. Thankfully, he waited for you and just squeezed your thigh gently.
"It's just, uhhmm, you know, sometimes I…I get kinda jealous thinking about how Hori was your first everything and…  that she got to have that all. I just wish I could have gotten to know you sooner and experience that with you …Ahhh just saying it out loud, it sounds so stupid. I'm really sorry." You shyly moaned at the end and buried your face in your hands.
For a moment, Miyamura didn't say anything, before a gentle laugh was heard. Squeezing you just a tad bit tighter, he nuzzled his head against your own before he said, "You're seriously adorable, (Y/n)."
"Mmmnnn don't say that… I'm really stupid.", you mumbled, though Izumi shook his head with a little chuckle.
"There is really nothing to worry about, (Y/n). She might have had a few of my first times, but definitely not all of them. The first time I'm living together with someone besides my parents, is with you. I’ve also never made a bento for someone before, but I couldn’t help myself when I saw how hard you were working and I love that you always compliment my cooking, it’s my little treasure.", he giggled and kissed the back of your hands until you finally lowered them so his beautiful blue eyes could stare directly into your soul, "And there are still many firsts to come…even now…”
"Eh? Wha-?" 
Though before you could even say anything else, his hand touched your cheek and pulled you in really close before he whispered in your ear, "Aishiteru."
When Izumi rose again, the look on your face was priceless. Your beautiful eyes opened wide, mouth opened in disbelief and the sudden heat from your cheek transmitted onto the palm of his hand made his heart jump in response.
You were truly speechless for a moment, but also so incredibly happy. Hence why you just couldn’t stop the tears from blurring your vision. Without hesitation, you hugged him tightly and so suddenly that the water in the tub overflowed, though you both didn’t care when you held each other close.
And then, you returned those words.
Just like that, Izumi’s cheeks also turned a cute shade of red as he quickly buried his face in the crook of your neck. Even though he just said it himself, hearing it back from the one he loved the most was truly… exhilarating and even Izumi had to fight back those tears of happiness.
That surely was a “first time” you didn’t even think about receiving any time soon, but it only made your heart melt more, knowing that you were the first in his life to hear those special words. And it wasn’t any different for Miyamura himself, because he had felt the urge to tell you for quite a while now, but never knew when and he didn’t just want to randomly say it one day. Though, it couldn’t have been a better timing than this. Because even if there were some bad days, at the end of it, you could be sure that the love you had for each other was like no other and there were still many first he wanted to experience together with you.
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all characters canonically under 18 are always aged up in nsfw scenarios ; english is not my native language so i apologize for any mistakes ;
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wonwoosthetic · 11 months
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omg i absolutely loved the new minnie and wonwoo chapter 😔 are you planning on posting a part 2 soon? I CANT WAIT AHHHH
No Words Should Be Left Unsaid || Minnie🌷
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PART ONE
warnings – a bit of angst, one quick mention of the word ‘sex’
word count – 11k
A/N: Took longer than I would've wanted, but here it finally is and I'm happy to admit, that I've definitely gotten my inspiration back ˙ᵕ˙ I hope I didn't disappoint with this chapter and that you all enjoy it ˙ᵕ˙
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The following day already started like hell. Minnie woke up with a pounding head, a scratchy throat, and burning eyes - all aftereffects from crying herself to sleep. It was a wonder she even got to fall asleep, but the exhaustion from the fight must've taken over her body. 
The fight. 
The screaming.
It all flashed back into the girl's mind as she sat up on the bed, cradling her face in her hands, running her fingers through her hair, and trying to loosen some of its knots.
 "I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU'RE PISSING ME OFF RIGHT NOW, MINNIE!"
"You've never given me reasons to not trust you before."
"I hope they send him to jail."
Wonwoo's hurtful words he shouted to her face only mere hours ago sliced through her heart like a hot knife. She couldn't exactly remember everything she had thrown at his head, but she knew they hadn't been any better.
What still echoed through her mind though was the exact scene that had her crumbling down.
"So what? You suddenly don't trust me anymore? You think I just did this... for- f- for I don't know... fun?"
"Looks like I should've questioned that a lot earlier."
The one thing she looked for in a relationship. The one thing she was always to come back to whenever she started losing herself. Trust. Loyalty. Never had she ever had to question either characteristic when it comes to Wonwoo. She thought he felt the same. But last night, he proved to her that she was in the wrong. He didn't trust her anymore. No matter what she would've done the night before, his words were already out in the world, they had already reached her ears and made her entire world fall and break into millions of pieces she so desperately wanted to hold together.
No matter how hard she wanted to cry about it again, how much her body was urging her to scream the pain out loud in hopes of saving her, nothing came out. There was nothing left in her. Not even a single teardrop could escape her eyes. She was empty.
Due to the blackout curtains, S.Coups had gotten for his room, there was no light seeping into the room, only adding to the depressing episode Minnie could feel herself falling into. Not again. Please, God, don't let me go through this again, she prayed. The darkness brought her back to the place she had been only two years ago. She couldn't let herself go back there. No, not like this.
Hastily, the girl shrugged the blanket off her body and rushed out of the room, opening the door to be met with the light walls and bright interior of the dorm her members shared. The familiar soft voices and gentle laughs rang through her ears, almost making her smile, only if there wasn't this heavyweight still pressing on her heart, not letting any emotion escape. Fuck, it was happening...
Just as Minnie was about to turn to enter the living space, Joshua's silhouette rounded the corner, stopping when he saw her form, frozen in the hallway.
"Oh, hey," he softly spoke to her. "You're awake."
Minnie nodded before realising she should probably also open her mouth. "Yeah," her voice was only a whisper, scared she would hurt her body or somebody else if she dared to speak any louder. The older member sent her a loving smile, nodding to where he had just come from,
"Come on. You should eat something." Waiting for the girl to follow him before he made his way back into the kitchen.
Did the female performer have an appetite? Absolutely not. Did she know she would have to put food into her body otherwise the others would start to worry once again? 100% yes. So there she was, walking into the kitchen, hot on Joshua's tracks, her arms crossed in front of her chest as she entered the shared room when all eyes fell on her. She met the comforting gazes of Seungcheol and, to her surprise, also Jeonghan and Seungkwan who must've joined them earlier in the day - if only she knew what the exact time was.
"Hey," she greeted them with a somewhat smile and a wave into the room, sitting down on one of the empty chairs by the table that Jeonghan pushed out for her.
"Hey," he smiled at her, "H-... how are you feeling?" The nervousness and uncertainty were clear in his voice - the members knew not to drown her in too many questions, remembering and respecting her sensitivity from the previous encounters they had with Minnie in a state like that.
The girl shrugged her shoulders, honestly not knowing what an honest answer to the question would be. Was she fine? Definitely not. Did she feel bad? Maybe a little. Was she miserable? ...Yes...
Before Jeonghan could continue a small talk, the leader beat him to it as he stood up and turned around to the cupboards.
"Is cereal fine?" He questioned her, to which she raised her head and nodded softly, followed by a quiet,
"Sure."
Seungcheol was just happy that she agreed to eat something.
As soon as she had joined the others in the kitchen, everyone could feel the tension spreading. The elephant was clear in the room with them, and she hated it. No one wanted to say what they were thinking, each one of them on edge in one way or another for the girl in the group. Joshua had left the four as he got ready in his own room. Jeonghan's hand was resting on the back of her chair, Cheol was preparing her bowl, cereal and milk, and Seungkwan was sitting in front of her, munching on his breakfast in silence - until it got too much for him.
"Wonwoo's an idiot." He suddenly blurted out, gaining the attention of the room.
"Seungkwan-" Cheol warned him in the strict voice all of them had gotten so accustomed to.
"What?" He shrugged, "It's the truth."
The leader brought the bowl to her, setting it down on the table. Minnie looked up at him,
"You told him?" He wasn't sure whether she was genuinely just curious or disappointed in the fact the other members now knew about the couple of the group having had the biggest fight they ever had. Coups sat back down in the chair next to the '98 Liner.
"Jeonghan asked why you were sleeping here, he saw you in my room, and when I explained it to him, Seungkwan came in. He overheard it," he explained.
She nodded as she held onto the spoon, moving it around in the bowl, suddenly at a complete loss of appetite. There was no way the food would make it down her throat. Suddenly, Minnie felt the soft hand of the '95 Liner next to her on her head as it brushed down the length of her hair.
"It's gonna be fine, princess." Using the name she had gained early on in their career. But all she could do was shake her head.
The female member got up to walk over to the fridge, her hand reaching out to grab a bottle of water, in the same moment, knocks from the front door echoed through the apartment.
"Got it!" Shua shouted before he opened the door, letting in whoever was behind it.
Minnie got back to her seat, now much more hydrated. Finally, her body would have enough fluid to create the tears again she so desperately wanted to let out. Jeonghan noticed the shaky deep breaths she took, still stirring her cereal, trying to suppress the sadness daring to seep out of her.
Joshua and another familiar voice got closer and closer. With one look to her left, she found the other member she shared a dorm with - Mingyu.
"Morning," he smiled into the room, only to change his facial expression once he noticed the still very tense aura in the room. "Hey," he nodded towards the girl, who sent him a nod. The concerned look in his eyes didn't go unnoticed by the second oldest who discreetly raised his hand with a nod to assure him that she was very well taken care of, even though he already knew that. Whenever she was with the members, didn't matter with whom specifically, she was in good hands.
"What do you need?" Cheol wondered why he had come to their dorm earlier than usual.
Mingyu raised his hands in synch. His right one held onto the female's phone while his left carried a bag. 
"You left this," looking at the dancer that was avoiding his eyes, he went ahead to place the phone in front of her, but before the device could touch the top of the table, she stopped him with her hand on his.
"I don't need it." She cleared her throat after noticing how scratchy her voice still was.
"You don't have to look at it, just have it by you-" he tried to reason with her, but she just pushed his hand further away.
"Keep it. I don't want it," Minnie looked up, the tears making her eyes glisten in the light coming from the window, "Please." She quietly begged him.
Her fellow '97 Liner nodded understandingly, not wanting to bring any more emotions up if they were able to keep her like this, he wasn't about to provoke her for no reason. He put her phone into his back pocket silently, nudging his head to the bag in his other hand.
"And... I brought you some things. I didn't know when you'd want to be back, so..." Mingyu wasn't sure how he wanted to finish the comment, so he decided to just not. His statement brought another wash of emotions over Minnie's body as she felt her eyes reacting and blinking rapidly, trying to push the tears back down as she kept her head low. Great... so the fight seemed as serious as she had perceived it as. Even Mingyu thought I wouldn't want to go back into their dorm... what have I done... her own voice kept repeating words in her head. Words she didn't want to hear.
The older '97 Liner took another look at her, getting nods from the other members, before retrieving back to the couch, taking the bag with him and sitting down on the side not occupied by Joshua, who was more focused on the little screen in his hand. While the four at the dining table sat in silence, eyes on the girl, Mingyu got a hold of the remote and turned on the TV on the wall. The screen lit up to show the news. Only that it was the wrong news for the current situation.
"-years probation as well as serving community service along with-" the voice of the female reporter filled the room, making all the heads turn to the living room, where they got a quick glimpse of no other than the man that was part of the reason for the fight that Minnie was still recovering from. Her gaze was fixed on the picture of Hanbin the report showed before it quickly switched to an action scene of a drama as Mingyu hastily changed the channel. He turned to the group on the table, fear in his eyes, as he was faced with the concerned look of Jeonghan, the disturbed glance on Seungkwan's face just screaming 'what the fuck is wrong with you, idiot' at him, and the warning frown forming on the leader's face.
"Sorry..." he softly apologised, immediately directing his attention to the girl, who kept a straight watch on the television, her eyes not letting them know what she was feeling because they looked empty. But that's exactly what she felt like. Empty. She was quick to lower her head again, afraid of what was to come next.
Cheol fixed his gaze on the spoon in her hand that wasn't stirring anymore, but was still tight in her grip - tighter than before. Her hair was covering the sides of her face that were getting redder as she tried to hold back the first sob of the day as hard as she possibly could, but everyone could see her shaking shoulders. Everyone's eyes were focused on her, Jeonghan had raised his hand softly, ready to brush over her back once the damn broke.
The unstable breath surprised the guys. "Good to know." Hadn't the room fallen so quiet, her whisper would've gone unnoticed. 
Before anyone could register what had happened, a loud sob escaped Minnie's lips as she pushed the bowl of cereal to the side and stood up, wanting nothing more than to leave the room and cry by herself, embarrassed by her outburst. The members were quick up on their feet, not even a second after she had gotten up, ready to go after her. The girl tried wiping away the tears that were suddenly falling uncontrollably, so she didn't notice the big stature of Mingyu, who was faster than the others and blocked her way into the hallway. She ran into him, stumbling back slightly before just coming to a halt, leaning her forehead against his chest. He didn't hesitate to raise his arms, wrapping them around her upper body, pulling her closer, making her hide her entire face in his shirt.
Mingyu let his cheek rest on her head, his right hand brushing the back of her hair, as he tried to shush her with his low voice.
"It's okay, Minnie-ya. It's okay."
She couldn't even bring herself to hug him back. All she was, was a limp body in his arms. Shaking and crying, needing to scream out into the world.
Her fellow '97 Liner could feel her mumblings something against his torso.
"What was that?" He wondered gently, giving the other guys a hand sign, letting them know he got her.
Minnie switched to lean her cheek against his chest, letting her speak more clearly. "He'll never forgive me." Followed by another crying round as she didn't even try to hold back the rush of emotions this time. Mingyu shut his eyes tightly, hating the feeling of having a weeping girl in his arms, knowing there was rarely anything he could do to make her feel better, other than just be there. He felt useless. His arms tightened around her, hoping it would do something, help her somehow. He just wanted her to stop crying. Make the pain stop. He started feeling tears welling up in his own eyes, knowing that two of his closest friends were hurting.
-
He came back into the hallway, shutting the door to S.Coups' room as quietly as he possibly could. His footsteps were soft against the hardwood floor, despite his muscular figure, as he walked back into the shared living space, where the members were now split up with Joshua and Seungkwan on the couch, while Seungcheol and Jeonghan were still at the dining table, all the dishes now gone. Even though it was an hour after Minnie had broken down in Mingyu's arms, the room was still just as tense as before.
"Did you get her to fall asleep?" The leader of the group wondered, making the tallest member sigh.
"Barely." He threw himself back onto the couch with a groan, his hand brushing over his face in frustration. Seungkwan patted his shoulder, trying to assure him of whatever he needed at the moment. You did well, he wanted to tell him, you're doing what you can.
"This is not good," Cheol stated, shaking his head, "This might be worse than I thought."
"It's not good?" The youngest in the room jumped up, "It's bad! It's really bad!"
"Seungkwan!" Jeonghan tried to shush him, but the '98 Liner didn't listen.
"Do you know how worried I am right now?! We haven't seen her like this for years, and all you're saying is 'this is not good'?!"
The leader copied his stand, "Well what do you want me to do?! I'm thinking, okay?! I'm trying to find something to help her, but I don't know what to do!"
"Guys!" The second oldest got up, holding out his hand to make both of the members shut their mouths, "Be quiet, for God's sake!"
S.Coups went back to sitting down, but Seungkwan stayed in his position, now nervously fumbling with his fingers.
"I-I'm sorry, hyung," he slightly stuttered. "I'm just really frustrated right now."
The '95 Liner nodded, "We all are." Then sighed out loud. "God... I knew this was gonna happen." All eyes turned towards him.
"What?" The youngest questioned him.
"I mean, it was bound to happen. They had to have their first fight, being so close all the time, I just didn't expect it to be... like that." The members nodded in agreement.
Seungkwan sat back down, letting out a chunk of air. "You know, for the fact that Hanbin isn't even in her life anymore, he sure makes her cry a lot."
"Well, but he still is. Kinda," Joshua spoke up, gaining the attention of the room. "Not physically, but she's still attached to him... in a way."
"Can you blame her?" Cheol asked him. "Their breakup was... not really normal. And definitely not natural. Who knows how long they would've stayed together if that scandal never happened."
"God, please don't start with that," Mingyu groaned, making the guys look at him in confusion, "I had to listen to that too much last night."
"What do you mean?" Jeonghan wondered.
The rapper got up to enter the kitchen, explaining himself on the way. "Minnie said that to Wonwoo last night, that she still cared about him because they didn't part in bad ways, but because they were kinda forced to. And then Wonwoo went on, on what if that never would've happened if they had still gotten together at some point, and obviously, she said how would she know that, because she can't, which is true. And... Wonwoo... didn't take that too well. So please," he came back into the living room, faced with stunned gazes, "Let's not wonder about that. What happened happened, and now Minnie and Wonwoo are together. And that's it."
The room fell silent for a good five seconds, the guys letting Mingyu's words sink in. He had to listen to every single word that came out of the couple's mouth, and he was probably remembering them better than the people involved since he hadn't been filled with anger in the heat of the moment. There were so many questions the members had for him, they wanted to know more. More details. More anything. But they also knew that it wouldn't be right to question him about that all too much.
Jeonghan was the first to break the stillness. "How is he?" Everyone knew who he was talking about.
"Hopefully miserable," Seungcheol sitting across from him, leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he scoffed.
"Coups..." his fellow '95 Liner spoke out his name with a slight warning tone.
"What?" The leader locked eyes with him, "You've seen the state she's in and you just heard what he asked her. I don't even want to know what other things he said to her. Do you really want him to just upstairs and not regret anything from last night?! I hope he's fucking sad, I hope he's in even more misery than her. But I know he probably isn't..." mumbling the last part.
With a deep breath, Jeonghan looked back at the other rapper, "Mingyu?" Who exchanged a quick glance with him before shrugging,
"I'm not sure, to be honest. He didn't talk to me last night, and I didn't hear him go to bed. Today I only passed his room and saw him sitting in front of the computer. But that's it."
"Did you even try talking to him?" The leader threw at him, making Mingyu roll his eyes.
"Of course. But nothing came back."
Cheol scoffed, eyeing Jeonghan again, "See! He doesn't even know what he did wrong."
"I don't know about that," the '97 Liner interrupted him.
"What?" The two oldest looked at him in confusion.
"I'm pretty sure he cried during their fight. I don't for sure, but it definitely sounded like it."
Seungkwan looked at him, his mouth slightly open. "But Wonwoo-hyung never cries."
"Exactly," Mingyu nodded, "But yesterday..."
"See." Jeonghan copied S.Coups' expression from before, showing him that both of them were somewhat right about the story. "You're just suddenly furious with him because he's quiet? As if that's surprising all of a sudden."
"I'm furious because he's not even trying to make it better."
Joshua spoke up, "Well... we don't know that. Maybe he's currently thinking about what to do as well."
Cheol scoffed as he stood up, "Is anyone here on my side?"
"There are no sides to be on, Coups!" Jeonghan tried to explain, "Both of them probably said things they regret now. We're not taking any sides, we're in the middle, and we have to figure out what we're gonna do now."
"They have to talk." Mingyu simply stated. "They have to talk like normal people, not scream at each other, because I can understand both sides, and I'm sure they can too, but they have to talk about it. Calmly."
Shua shook his head, "Not today, though. I don't even think we're gonna get her out of this apartment any time soon."
"She's supposed to be with Woozi tomorrow," S.Coups got up from his seat and started to roam the room. "But I don't know if she's still up for that. Then after that, we have practice for the live shows."
"The day after tomorrow?" Seungkwan asked, getting a nod from the leader in response.
"They're gonna talk," Jeonghan assured everyone in the room - or at least tried to. "They can't go longer than two days... right?"
Mingyu shrugged, "I wouldn't be surprised if they did, to be honest," making any bit of guarantee in the room evaporate.
-
Minnie slept for another good three hours on their free day. During that time, Jeonghan, Seungkwan, and Mingyu went back to their designated rooms after their group conversation had come to an end. They decided to not let the other guys know until the day they all had to be in the practice room together, in the hopes of the couple making up before that. It was a small spark of hope, but at least they had some. The other '97 Liner promised to try and talk to Wonwoo again, otherwise their leader would... and he wouldn't go easy on him - Jeonghan literally had to hold him back so he wouldn't sprint out of the door and ran upstairs, not afraid to let a fist or two fly. Yes, Wonwoo was his member and he loved him very dearly, but Minnie was his sister and he had promised her, his parents and her mother, to take care of her, and right now, it felt like he was failing.
After a two-hour-long phone call with his father, which his mother also quickly joined for a bit, he gained back the confidence he needed, not as a leader, but as a friend in the situation. That's who they needed. Not an annoying leader, but a trustworthy friend.
Joshua and Cheol made sure Minnie ate something after waking up, not pressuring her to talk any more than necessary and not watching her as if she was a fragile little newborn, but still keeping a protective eye on her throughout the day. The only movements she really did were from the bedroom to the kitchen, to the living room for a bit before disappearing into the bedroom again. She went to the bathroom to freshen up as well as possible but didn't even dare to think about going back to her place where she was being missed more than she could imagine.
-
The next day came quicker than the female performer would've wanted and after spending another night in Seungcheol's room, filled with some much-needed late-night deep-talk, she got herself together, ready for a day at the studio with her favourite producer. If there was one thing that could get her mood up, it was letting all of her frustration out on paper, writing lyrics and poems and whatever would come to mind before discussing each line with Woozi. She understood the other members' concern about her falling yet into another deep hole, and she, just as much as them, didn't want that. And she somewhat had the energy to fight against it.
Was she ready to face her boyfriend again? Probably not, but she also wasn't sure about how much longer she could endure the tension between the two.
The night before she almost reached for her phone to text him sorry and beg for his forgiveness, but the guys had reminded her that both parties were somewhat in the wrong and that she was in no position to give in.
'Take your time, think about it. You had a fight, that's normal. But you should still talk about everything. Don't hide what you truly think.'
'If he truly loves you, which he does, he loves all of you. Every single bit of you.'
The leader had offered to drive her, but she declined, already having called the manager, who had to visit their label's building anyway. After making sure she had everything she needed in her bag, a smaller one that Mingyu brought her, not expecting her to come upstairs to get it for herself, she exited the apartment and went down into the garage, greeting her manager with a small smile.
They fell into a somewhat comfortable small talk conversation after Minnie found more comfort in lying about how the past days had been for her. She wasn't gonna mention the fight. This was something between her and Wonwoo - she already felt bad enough that she dragged so many other members into it.
They left the car together and entered the building, their ways parting after the elevator opened for the first time, her manager exiting the small room before she went up a few more floors, already knowing the way to the producer's studio by heart.
She walked through the modern hallways, eyeing the floor the entire time, and stopping at the right door. Minnie knew to knock before entering even though there was a big chance Woozi would be wearing his headphones, not hearing a single thing, but much to her surprise, she got a muffled,
'Come in!' in return.
After opening the door, she came to sight with the producer she was expecting, as well as Bumzu standing in the room, hands in his pockets. They seemed to have been in a conversation, which ended as soon as Minnie had come in.
"Hey," she gave both men a soft smile, her hands clutching the strap of her bag on her shoulder tightly.
The older producer copied her facial expression, just much more brightly, greeting her with a wide grin.
"How are you?" Bumzu opened his left arm, inviting her for a hug she definitely needed, even though he didn't know about that. She gladly accepted it, wrapping both of her arms around the side of his torso, giving him not the usual squeeze she normally would.
"Alright," the girl mumbled before sitting down on the couch on the wall behind them, "You?"
Bumzu nodded, "All good. Was just on my out," he turned back to Woozi, discussing a few last things about their next session, then switched to Minnie, giving her a quick wave. "See ya, Min." Before seeing himself out.
A wave of silence washed over the room as the female propped her feet up on the small table in front of the sofa, getting her notebook and pen, laptop and phone out of her bag. Jihoon's eyes didn't leave her form, trying to read and see through her unusually slow movements. He let it slide, blaming his slight fatigue.
"So," he turned back around to the mixing table, "What you got for me?"
Minnie cleared her throat, "Ehm," and started flipping through her notebook, trying to find the loose piece of paper she was thinking of. "I still have this," she leaned forward as he turned to her, taking the napkin out of her hand. He chuckled with a shake of his head. Even after years of writing, this girl sometimes still used whatever was closest to her to write down what was going on in her head. Woozi remembered the time she ran over to him, showing him her arm that was covered in lyrics, around four years ago - she never changed.
"That was supposed to be for Crush, but I didn't like it in the end," she quietly explained, sitting back down comfortably on the couch.
He let her be by herself, alone with her thoughts for a few more minutes. It wasn't unusual that both of the members would work in silence next to each other. But never right from the beginning. Jihoon was used to hearing her talk about what she had seen on her way to the studio or about events from that morning, or even the evening before. Minnie would move around the room, walking back and forth as she dramatised whatever story she was telling him or even when she was just thinking. Having her sitting quietly in his studio didn't seem as natural.
"What's up?" He broke the quietness, making her hum.
"Not much," she mumbled once again. Her head was still down on her notebook, switching over to the laptop she had turned on.
Woozi turned his chair to look directly at you, "I didn't mean in general. I meant what's up with you."
Minnie looked up slowly, her eyes moving up first, followed by her head, her lips tightly pressed together as she shook her head. "Nothing."
With a sigh, he put the piece of paper back on the coffee table, sliding it over to the girl. "Then I don't want this until you tell me what's bothering you."
The '97 Liner scoffed and snatched the napkin back into her grip, throwing it onto the cushion next to her. "Then don't, Jesus Christ, your loss."
The producer raised his eyebrows, yep, something was definitely not okay with her. "Minnie, if you're gonna be like that, you can walk out and go back to the dorms, I don't need you in a bad mood here." He leaned back more comfortably, crossing his arms. "So either you tell me what's going on or you leave."
Minnie sighed in clear annoyance, "Can't I just sit here in silence and write?-"
"Not if you're gonna snap at me like that."
The girl shut her mouth, looking dead in the eyes of the '96 Liner before throwing her head back, realising there was no way out of the situation. Three days ago she was excited about spending some time with him in the studio, with no pressure of creating their next album, but just chilling and killing time, comfortably exchanging lyrics and recording demos for possible future songs. Now, she was sitting there, almost regretting her decision of coming, wanting nothing more than to just hide herself in the comfort of a bed again.
She brushed some hair behind her ear, glancing at him one more time, finding him still looking at her, waiting for an explanation.
"Wonwoo and I had a fight."
Jihoon's mouth opened and nodded 'There it is.'
"And I'm guessing it didn't end well?"
Minnie brought her legs ups, hugging her knees tightly to her body, shaking her head, already feeling her lips quivering again, only annoying her even more. She took a deep breath, hoping to contain some of the sadness.
"I haven't been to the apartment in two days."
Woozi was clearly taken aback by that statement. "Jesus..." he exclaimed, "What happened?"
"Just... stupid shit." He let her take her time, waiting patiently as she explained the events of that evening to him. She started with the moment in the practice room, all to the screaming that began in the kitchen, and the final shouting match they had in the living room, all until she left to stay in the 8th-floor dorm. Minnie surprised herself as she got through the story without crying, her body clearly dried out from all the tears she had shed throughout the past few days.
Woozi wanted to curse out loud, wanted to throw the most vile words into the room, but he knew it wouldn't make anything better and that it would in fact be the last thing the girl in front of him needed, so he did his best to stay calm. He looked around the room, forcing himself not to shake his head. "Wh-... Guys..."
"I know..." The dancer hid her face behind her knees. 
"What are you gonna do?"
He only got a shrug in response.
"You have to talk to him, Minnie."
The girl shook her head.
"Minn-"
"He said, he didn't trust me anymore!" She exclaimed.
"That was in the heat of the moment, I'm sure he didn't mean it."
"I wouldn't be too sure about that..."
Woozi sighed, "Don't say that." But she didn't answer. Another few seconds passed in which they didn't share any words before the producer got out of the question that had been bothering him ever since she finished her story. "Why do you still care so much about him?"
"Hanbin?"
Woozi nodded.
Minnie rolled her eyes. "Why is it a crime to care about people?!"
"Hey," he stopped her, "I didn't say you're not allowed to, I asked you normally and genuinely want to know." His explanation made the girl feel bad about the outburst she almost had. He was just trying to be a good friend and here she was throwing accusations at him... similar to what she and Wonwoo had done to each other.
"I..." she started but stopped. If only the answer was easy as she wanted it to be. "W-... We were forced to break up. Neither one of us truly wanted it... but it happened... because of him... and because of what happened to him. And back then, I was so scared of what was going to happen and I... I still was because... we didn't end things on bad terms, you know?" Minnie looked up, finding the caring eyes immediately gazing at her, a gentle smile decorating Jihoon's face. "Of course, I was devastated, but... he had to do it and I understand why he did it, and I'm very thankful that he did it..." She took a deep, slightly shaky, breath, "He cared so much for me back then that he broke up with me to protect me... so w- why shouldn't I now care for him? We're friends?..." Making it sound more like a question as she wasn't even sure about the statement herself.
"Are you though?" Woozi suddenly threw into the room.
She glared at him, eyebrows scrunched, "What?"
"Are you and Hanbin really friends?" She waited for him to continue, "When was the last time he texted you, or talked to you or... I don't know, had some kind of interaction with you?"
Minnie shrugged, "H-He... hasn't. Not ever since back then."
"Then that's not a friend, Minnie," he stated but before she could interfere, he continued, "I understand why you wanted to be there for him, even if it was just through Bobby, asking how he was and stuff, I truly get that. But... I'm sorry, but... you have to let him go. He broke up with you for a reason. He didn't want you involved in his shit in any way. He cared enough about you to let you go... so you should do the same."
"B-But how?" Minnie whispered, suddenly the tears in her eyes as visible as ever before when Jihoon looked at her, dragging his chair a little closer to her. "How c-can I just... let him go," she sniffled, "If I don't even know if he's okay?"
"You just have to learn how to not care too much anymore," he got up to join her on the couch, placing a comforting hand on her knee as he let his head rest on the back of the sofa, looking up at the ceiling. "Do you still love him?- And before you give me the same answer like you gave Wonwoo, think about it." He quickly added, letting the girl know, that he was there to help and understand her. He wasn't blaming her.
Minnie shook her head, sniffling once again. "No." She assured Woozi, and herself, "Not like I did before. I love him... like... a friend would, but that's it. I promise." She moved her head to look at him. Jihoon saw her from the corner of his eye, turning his head to lock eyes with her.
"I know, you don't have to defend yourself in front of me. I'm not the one who needs to hear that. But... like I said... you're not friends with him anymore. I know it hurts. And I'm sorry. But it's the truth."
The female member nodded, finally letting the tears escape from her eyes, letting her head fall onto the man's shoulder.
"You lose people all throughout your life, Minnie. He was there, he made you happy, but you have someone new who loves you more than you could ever imagine," his arm had found its way around her shoulder. "Imagine how you would've reacted if the roles were reversed. You don't think you would've been jealous if Wonwoo was still caring so much about his ex?"
"But he never lost an ex like that."
"That's true," he nodded, "I understand that, but even if he did. Imagine him ignoring you, putting you second, just because he was so focused on making sure his ex was doing alright."
Minnie moved her head in understanding. She didn't even think about that.
"You both are jealous people in one way or another, and that's healthy to an extent. It just shows that you care about each other," he lifted her head from his shoulder, making her have to look into his eyes. "He cares so much about you, that's why he reacted that way. He just wanted to know that you feel the same way. Everyone needs that assurance every now and then."
The girl nodded, "I get that."
He patted her arm one more time before getting up again and sitting back down on his beloved chair. "Just remember who you wrote To You about. Or Crush. It better not have been about Hanbin, or it's coming off the album right now."
She couldn't help but let the giggle tumble from her lips, "No," she sniffled one last time, "Not, it wasn't about Hanbin."
"Good," he grinned, "Then it can stay."
Before he could turn back around the mixing table, her voice stopped him.
"Do you think he ever asked Bobby or any of the other guys how I was doing?" She know she shouldn't wonder about that, but that was the very last thing she needed closure on.
Woozi took a deep breath, "I'm sure he did at the beginning. You don't just suddenly not care about a person, especially if you've been together for as long as you guys were. But I also hope that he has gotten over it and that he's happy. Just like you should." Sending her a strict eye, making her nod.
"I know..."
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Before leaving the studio later that night, she had to promise the '96 Liner that she would at least go back to her own apartment. She didn't have to go back to their lives and pretend like nothing had happened, but she should try to get back to what was once their normality. The couple still had to talk about what had happened, both of them still carried some kind of baggage with them and she swore to Woozi that she would, at some point in the very near future, confront Wonwoo about it.
What she didn't know about was the confrontation her boyfriend had with the two Chinese members over Facetime, who noticed very quickly that something was going on with the rapper, immediately squeezing out every answer they wanted from him. Just like Minnie, he opened up and shared the entire story with the two, letting them in on his feelings, which he rarely ever did. He needed guidance. He needed advice. And yet, he could not get himself to face one of the members in real life and ask them for that favour - it seemed so much easier over the phone.
The '96 Liner would still need some time to get himself together enough to confront her so openly, but he wanted to, God... he really wanted to.
Wonwoo was in the living room, close to dozing off, clearly bored by what was playing on the TV, while Mingyu was already asleep in his room - it was 2AM after all. The sound of the door unlocking made the rapper perk up, trying to listen to who had entered their apartment, desperately hoping it was who he expected it to be. He concentrated on the light footsteps, listening to the person settling the bag, softly smiling once he knew for sure it was who he hoped for. 
The steps got closer and closer, once they walked through the hallway, they stopped at the entrance to the living room. Wonwoo whipped his head to the side, finding Minnie frozen in place, surprised by the fact that it was him and not her fellow '97 Liner she would've expected to sit on the sofa.
"Hey," the rapper spoke first, breathing heavier than he would've liked to admit.
"Hi," the girl tried to force a smile, but it rarely showed.
Wonwoo gulped, sitting up straighter. "You're back."
"I... am," she looked around the room nervously. God, why was this more awkward than a first date. It shouldn't be like that. Both of them hated it. Minnie didn't notice when he was about to open his mouth, ready to talk to her, unknowingly interrupting him, "I-" he raised his eyebrows expectantly at her. "I'm... I'm gonna to bed. I'm... tired."
Okay... it looked like she wasn't ready to talk about it yet.
He nodded, "Yeah, yeah," he whispered. "I... I'll take the couch." Minnie gazed at him, her mouth slightly agape. She didn't expect that.
Okay... he wasn't ready to even be in the same room with her... that hurt.
She nodded, "Yeah... okay." Without wasting another second in the uncomfortable stillness, she turned to walk towards their usually shared bedroom, when his voice made her turn back to him.
"Minnie?"
"Yeah?" Her voice was filled with hope and desperation. Hope that he might change his mind and join her like he normally would. Desperate to feel his touch again.
His eyes found hers. But he couldn't read her. He was so scared to say the wrong thing yet again, so it would just be better to not say anything at all - or at least that's what his head told him.
"Good night."
Minnie sighed. There goes the hope. "Good night." She nodded, leaving him alone in the living room, where the only light was coming from the small lamp on the end table in the corner. Only a few days ago, Wonwoo could've sworn that that girl in front of him was brighter than any light he had ever seen. Her smile could light up an entire city. But right now... she looked duller than the deepness of an ocean.
Once she had reached their room and closed the door, throwing herself to lean back at it, she took a deep breath. She repeated Woozi's words in her head, trying to calm her racing thoughts and pumping heart.
'Give him time. Give yourself some time. You both need it.'
Just some time. She silently prayed for that 'some time' to be over soon.
-
The following started quietly, the three dormmates didn't share many words in the morning, deciding on sharing breakfast in silence after Mingyu exclaimed how happy he was to have the girl back in the apartment.
In the car on the way to the practice room, each one of them entertained themselves with their phones, some with their headphones in. Mingyu hated the clear tension and tried to loosen it up by talking to their manager in the driver's seat, directing questions to Wonwoo and Minnie every now and then, hoping the older man didn't notice it all too much.
Once they arrived in the practice room, each went their own way, Wonwoo sat down on the floor, his back against the wall, Mingyu talked to the choreographer that had become a good friend of the group and Minnie lowered her body to the floor to start stretching, getting ready for the practice-choreography for their upcoming live shows where they'd be performing 'Rock With You' without Jun and Minghao.
She felt a presence next to her, and looking up into the mirror in front of her revealed Seungkwan who rounded her sitting form and crouched down in front of her.
"And?"
"And what?" Minnie switched to stretch her other side.
"Did you two talk?" The '98 Liner wondered, sipping on the coffee he had brought along.
The girl sighed, "Does it look like we've talked?"
"Jeez..." he shook his head and stood back up, "Make-up quicker, you're no fun in this mood." As he brushed past her again, she smacked his calf, getting a surprised exclaim from him before he dared to fake kick her, walking back to Vernon, who had been eyeing them in confusion. 
The other members left her to be by herself, but she could feel their eyes on her, especially the '95 Liners' and Woozi's - Seungkwan seemed to leave her alone.
The woman with the camera entering the room alarmed Mingyu who confirmed his worry. He rushed over to the girl, leaning down behind her, surprising her at the sudden closeness as he mumbled into her ear.
"They're filming for Inside today, don't forget that." She looked back at the door, where the woman was getting the camera ready and let a sigh out.
"Oh, fuck, I forgot..."
The rapper patted her back, "Just act. You're good at acting," smiling at her through the mirror as he leaned back to nudge him, making him chuckle before his facial expression slightly shifted.
"Why didn't you guys talk last night?" Minnie looked at him with raised eyebrows. He continued, "I heard you come in, but you two spoke really quietly and since you almost didn't even look at each other this morning, I'm just guessing."
The girl crossed her legs, deciding that she had finished her stretching session for the day. She shook her head and fixed her hair,
"He didn't even want to be in the same room as me, how was I supposed to talk to him?"
"What? What makes you think that?" Remembering hearing the conversation he overheard as he passed Wonwoo's room, where Jun assured him that he should make the first move and apologise and Minghao letting him know that Minnie was most definitely just as miserable as he was. Why he hadn't followed their advice was a mystery to him.
The girl leaned back against his chest as his arms rested over her shoulders. "I told him I'd go to bed, and he just said he'll take the couch. He didn't even try and follow me. He wanted to be away from me..."
"Minnie..." he sighed, "I think you understood him wrong-"
"No, he could've at least tried, and he didn't even try to stay in the same room. He doesn't want to talk, so I'm not gonna try and make him."
Her fellow '97 Liner nodded softly. "Alright..." and stood back up, patting her shoulders before walking away from her. Minnie raised her head to look at herself in the mirror when she felt another pair of eyes on her. Her gaze drifted to the right where she found her boyfriend staring at her reflection, the phone in his hands long forgotten. She was about to force a smile when she saw Mingyu getting closer to him, taking a seat right next to his best friend. With a deep huff of breath, she pushed herself to stand up and walk further away from the duo.
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The practice was in full swing, the group taking small breaks after each part they had finished performing in front of the mirror.
"Alright, for the time being," the choreographer explained, "We agreed on Minnie being lifted up, so let's try that." It would be the first time they tried that move.
The group got into their positions, with the girl on her way to the far left where five of the members were waiting for her.
"Be careful," she heard him whisper as she passed Wonwoo, looking back, she gave him a quick nod. 
She stopped once she had reached Dino and Joshua, who each held one arm open, welcoming her and ready to steady her back once she'd get lifted up. Carefully, she took a step forward, just about to step on their feet as the choreographer let her know exactly just how she should do it. On three Dino, Joshua, Mingyu, and Jeonghan all together lifted her up, making her chuckle at the feeling while she steadied herself with a hand on the '97 Liner's strong shoulder
"You're so light!" The youngest commented, making the two oldest exchange knowing glances, but they didn't comment any further. "Even lighter than Myungho," Dino added, making the girl chuckle nervously.
"You okay with doing that move, Minnie?" Youngjoon asked her, getting a quick nod in response as she straightened the front of her pants. "Good, and just don't forget to extend your arm forward."
-
The members fell to the floor, panting, desperately trying to catch more breath than physically possible after practice had officially ended. Minnie was laying on the floor, eyes closed, with her hands on her ribs, trying to execute the breathing exercises her pilates teacher had taught her.
Suddenly, the light was blocked by something and after opening her eyes again, the figure of her boyfriend revealed itself, holding out a bottle of water down at her. She eyed him for a second before he pushed it closer to her, "Take it."
The girl sat herself up and took the bottle out of his grasp, giving him a small, "Thank you," in response, along with a nod before he disappeared again. She opened it to take a quick sip, turning her head to the side to find Woozi and Seungcheol already looking at her. Both of the leaders grinned at her, to which she just rolled her eyes and got up from the floor to get ready to leave.
-
The female performer wasn't even able to get her jacket off once they got back home when her phone started ringing. With one quick look, Minnie saw 'Mum' lighting up the screen, making her sigh softly. Their conversation started normal: the mother asking her daughter about what work was like, with her asking the same in return, but it only took a few minutes before the older woman changed the subject.
"Why didn't you tell me that Wonwoo and you had a fight?" Her mum's voice rang through her ears from the other side of the phone.
"What?" Minnie wondered, "How do you know about that?"
"Seungcheol called me. You know, he was very worried about you. He got really scared," she explained. As much as the girl appreciated the worry leader showed for her, she couldn't help the slight annoyance of him talking to every living being about her misery - yes, it was her mother, but still... but she reminded herself that it was out of love, just like the woman had told her.
"It- I don't know... I hoped to clear it up myself, I guess." Minnie's fingers brushed through her hair as she leaned back against the chair at the dining table, her feet up and knees close to her body. "I messed up, now I have to fix it-"
"I don't know, Seungcheol said something else."
"Cheol is just annoyed. And I know he cares for me, so... yeah. But I really wasn't in the right either. Trust me, I did my part in the fight as well."
"Well, there's always two parties involved."
"Exactly."
She heard her mother sigh, "I just hope you don't take it too hard on yourself. Like I said, you two were part of it, so it takes two to make up for it again. Don't think that you have to fix whatever is going on between you two on your own. Work together, as a team."
"I know, I know... I'll try. Last night, he didn't really want to talk to me... I hope it'll be different soon," Minnie explained, finding a loose thread on her sock to pull on.
"And, you know, there's always make-up sex.“
"Mum!" The girl groaned in embarrassment.
"Oh, please," the woman exclaimed, "You're an adult now, let me talk to you like one!"
"Alright, alright," she chuckled, thankful for the person on the other side of the world, suddenly missing her even more than she usually does.
"Men would never say no to that. You just have to know how to initiate it."
Minnie laughed, "Okay, yeah, thanks. But... we should probably also talk about what happened, it's not something that... will be taken care of quickly, I think."
"You know him better than I do, and I'm sure you know what to do, so I trust you. And just know, it's not only you that did something wrong, so don't blame yourself too much."
The female member was about to respond when Wonwoo came into the room, passing the dining table to walk into the kitchen.
"Alright, maman, je dois y aller," (trans.: mum, I gotta go) she quickly switched to French, knowing her boyfriend could easily understand any English she'd speak now.
"Oh, Il est là?" (trans.: Is he here?") Minnie hummed to let her know she was right, and continued humming, as well as giving her a series of 'okay, okay' as they ended their call.
She placed her phone down, letting a quiet sigh out as she put her feet back onto the floor and leaned forward to rest her elbows on top of the table.
"Your mum?" Wonwoo suddenly broke the silence, making Minnie's ears and head perk up, surprised by the sudden conversation he was trying to start.
She nodded, "Yeah..."
The rapper continued chopping up the vegetables for whatever he had planned to make. "How is she?"
"Good," the girl took a deep breath, "They found a new place to open their next restaurant."
"Oh... cool," they both nodded in silence as they could feel the tension and awkwardness growing again.
With his back to the walkthrough leading to the living room, Wonwoo didn't notice Mingyu who was about to come in, but stopped abruptly when he noticed the couple in the room, and quickly walked back, ignoring the silent pleads from Minnie not to leave them alone.
Another minute went by, neither one of them saying a thing. The sound of the knife hitting the board was the only reason the room wasn't completely quiet.
"Min-"
"Listen-"
They both started at the same time and stopped in synch as they noticed the other one wanted to start.
"Sorry," Wonwoo was quick to apologise, putting the knife down, leaning back against the counter as he motioned towards the girl. "You go first."
"No," she hastily exclaimed, "No, you go. You were first."
He took a deep breath, looking down at the floor before locking eyes with his girlfriend. "I'm sorry. Last night... I-... I didn't..." he sighed in annoyance. Annoyed at himself that he couldn't find the right words. "I wanted to talk to you, but... you said you were tired and wanted to go to bed, so I thought you didn't want to talk."
"I wanted you to join me...," Minnie shyly explained, finding her nails to pick at.
Wonwoo nodded, "I was too blind to see that."
She cleared her throat, "I thought you didn't want to talk because you said you'd sleep on the couch-"
"I did that because I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."
A light switch turned on in the girl's head. That's why...
"But," he started again, "I... I'm sorry about the other day... I- ugh... I don't know."
Minnie's eyes never left his form while he drifted all around the room, mostly focusing on the floor. She looked at her destroyed nails, quickly brushing off the nervosity and speaking up.
"I-I'm sorry too... but... I mean... I'm sorry for what I said... to you," she looked up and was thankful to find his gaze on her. "I shouldn't have said some of those things... but... I'm- I'm not sorry for caring about him." Her voice was soft and quiet, scared of the reaction she might get, knowing he would probably disagree with her. To her surprise, Wonwoo nodded.
"I can't help it."
"But why?" He wondered gently, "Why do you still care about him so much? Am I not enough for you?"
"Wha- no, no no no," she quickly stopped him, "That has nothing to do with you." Minnie took a quick breath, reminding herself of what Woozi had told her, and to not repeat the exact words she had thrown at her boyfriend a few days ago. "He cared enough about me to end things," she could see Wonwoo's body tensing up, "So... I guess, it just feels right that I should also still care about him."
"But after two years, Minnie? Two years."
"I know," the girl whispered, hiding her face behind her hands, "God, I know... I'm sorry."
"What do I have to do?" He questioned, getting a confused look in return. "What do you need me to do, so you can finally keep him in the past."
"I-I don't know... I'm trying... I promise..." she stuttered, her breaths feeling heavier with each second.
Wonwoo crossed his arms in front of his chest, taking a quick glance into the living room. "You know I'd do anything for you. And I mean... anything."
Great, he just had to say something that would get Minnie's emotions to come back up again. His words reached her ears, sending a gentle chill down her spine, making her heart speed up just a bit. She hadn't lost him.
"I know," he almost overheard her shaky whisper as she brought her hands up to her face once again
"Then just tell me, and I'll do it. I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like I don't care enough about you, that he was the better boyfriend or whatever. Just tell me, and I'll prove to you-"
"No, God, please, it's not that-"
"Then, what is it?"
"I don't know!" She revealed her now red face and glassy eyes, taking him back to the night he wished never had happened. If he could take back the way he confronted her, he would. And here he finally had the chance to make everything right again.
Wonwoo rushed over to the weeping girl on the chair, "Hey, hey, don't cry," getting down on his knees right in front of her, "Please don't cry, jagi." He raised his hand to brush over the side of her head, pressing it down to make her lean into his body.
"I'm so sorry," she cried into his shoulder, "I love you, I promise-"
"Shh, I know," he comforted her, his hands on her body, pulling her close, "It's okay-"
She raised her head, "No, it's not okay-," she sniffled, "I love you, Wonwoo. I only love you."
"I know, it's okay, I shouldn't have questioned that."
"I don't love him anymore, I swear," Minnie steadied herself on his shoulders, "I-I don't, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you that. But I promise."
His fingers grazed over her forehead and left eyebrow, down the side of her face, down to her jaw and chin.
"I know, babe. It's okay. I'm so sorry for not believing you."
"I'm sorry that I still care about him, I-I know I shouldn't, but... I can't help it-"
"No, I...," he sighed, "I understand it, I just... I got jealous... and I took it out on you, I'm sorry."
With a pained facial expression, Minnie let her head rest back on his shoulder, leaving the chair and letting herself fall into his arms, wrapping hers around his shoulders. His hands rubbed up and down her back, as he hid his face in her neck, breathing in the familiar scent of her perfume and shampoo he had so desperately been missing. Wonwoo could still feel her slightly shaking against his body, hoping his hug was comforting her. If he only knew how much it was helping Minnie, but that it was also the reason why she couldn't hold back her tears. The girl had been almost convinced of the fact that she was going to lose him and lose a part of her along with him.
"I'm sorry for making you feel like you couldn't trust me," she mumbled against his clothes, making him shake his head immediately.
"Don't say that. I've never not trusted you." His hands cradled her face to make her look at him again. "I promise." Her fingers wrapped around his wrists as she leaned her forehead against his.
"I can't lose you," she quietly admitted, the pain still clear in her voice.
The '96 Liner leaned back slightly to lift his head and place a loving kiss against her forehead, making sure to stay in that position for a few seconds before doing the same to her left cheek.
"You're not gonna lose me," he whispered back, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks. "I couldn't live with myself if I ever let go of the best thing that ever happened to me."
The girl sent him a sad smile, her eyes still glassy and her cheeks stained red.
"If I ever make you cry again, slap me, okay? I don't want to ever be the reason that you feel like this." His first sentence made Minnie chuckle, before she hugged him tightly again, needing to make up for the lost days when she couldn't hold him like this.
"I'm so sorry," she told him one last time as his hand found its way underneath her shirt, placing his palm on the naked skin of her back.
Another kiss was placed on the side of her head, "I'm sorry too." He let a few seconds pass, just enjoying the warmth of their bodies together before he spoke up again. "He's not going to jail, by the way."
She relieved him of the hug, leaning back while his hands stayed on her back, "I know. But I don't care," and shook her head, "I shouldn't care."
His right pointer finger came up to move away some of the hairs that had stuck to her forehead, "No, it's okay to care. Just shows that you have too big of a heart."
Minnie grinned, locking eyes with her boyfriend once again, relieved to feel no suspense and no awkward tension between them anymore.
"I love you," she let the words roll off her tongue easily, just like she normally would.
It didn't matter that it was probably the 400th time Wonwoo had heard the words, he'd never get enough of it, and them coming from her would never not make him smile.
"I love you too." Not hesitating to lean in and finally get the kiss both of them have been craving for for the past few days. To finally feel his lips move against hers again, let Minnie feel the ecstasy rushing through her body, making her only smile even more.
A few seconds later, they separated again, gazing into each other's eyes, still engulfed in their arms.
"You know what's in a week?" Wonwoo grinned up at her.
"Hm?" She tilted her head gently to the side as she let her fingers run along the side of his face, admiring his beauty like she sometimes did whenever they shared a bed.
"One year." Then it hit her.
She gasped softly, "Oh my God... already?" Wonwoo nodded happily, making her copy his expression. "One year together... what would you rate it, Sir Jeon?" Making him chuckle as he pretended to think about it for a second before continuing to smile at her.
"Could use a few more years." To which the girl couldn't hide her smile as well. "What do you say?" He wondered, making her nod.
"I agree. A few a lot more years, I'd say."
"That sounds about right," he grinned, leaning back into her to feel the softness of her lips on his again.
Almost one year. And many more to come, Minnie prayed silently as she let herself give into the kiss, drowning in the love flowing through their bodies.
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skyloftian-nutcase · 6 months
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Hyrule flexed his fingers a little anxiously, feeling the cold sweat on his palms as Mo blared the siren to catch motorists' attention.
When they arrived on scene, they saw the patient in question. It had been a vehicle vs pedestrian. The speed limit was 25mph, they were in a neighborhood, so hopefully the damage wouldn't be too life threatening. It wasn't promising that the person was still down on the ground, though.
As Mo marked them on location of the scene over the radio, Hyrule stepped out, donning gloves and grabbing the jump bag. He walked with measured but fast steps, pacing himself so he wouldn't crank up his already fast heart rate. As he approached he could see the person was unconscious, laying prone with their head turned towards him. PD was talking to the driver, who was hysterical, repeating I didn't see him over and over.
Hyrule reached for a carotid pulse, and as he did so he saw the person's back rise and fall with steady breaths. Alive and breathing.
He pinched the back of the person's shoulder next to test their response to pain after he spoke aloud to get their attention. When the patient's eyebrows crinkled together in discomfort, he tapped in the same spot to wake him.
As he waited for the patient to rouse, he looked him over. He'd already done a quick visual assessment while approaching to look for glaring wounds and life threatening bleeding and hadn't seen anything. Upon closer inspection it looked like the worst external trauma, from what he could see, was road rash.
Before he had a chance to really wake the person up, though, he heard someone running over. He looked up to see--
Time?
"What are you doing here?" Hyrule asked, surprised.
"I was in the neighborhood," Time answered, eyes fixed on the patient. "Looks like a head injury. We need to get him to the hospital."
Hyrule blinked. "What--"
Before he could get another word in, Mo was bringing the stretcher over, and Time lifted his patient into the air to put him on the stretcher.
"What are you doing?" Hyrule questioned, rising to his feet, completely flabbergasted. He hadn't cleared c-spine, he hadn't finished his assessment, for all they knew this person needed to be backboarded!
"Let's check his vitals when we get moving," Time ordered as he and Mo moved the stretcher back towards the ambulance, leaving the medic behind.
A strange feeling was washing over Hyrule, like shock and hurt and anger mixing together. He marched towards the truck, debating arguing the matter - this was Time, he was his friend, he was a trauma surgeon. He knew infinitely more than Hyrule ever could. Should he really be questioning him? But he just marched in here and took over Hyrule's scene, this wasn't even an operating room, he had no right to be doing this. But he was trying to help. But he was doing it wrong.
Hyrule barely had time to climb into the back before Mo had lept in the driver's seat up front and slammed the gas. The truck tore down the street, lights and sirens blazing.
"Mo, what the hell--" Hyrule yelped as he nearly tumbled over and slammed his head into an overhanging cabinet.
"His blood pressure is dropping," Time announced worriedly.
Dropping? Hyrule looked at the monitor and... what the--
Why did the blood pressure read 72/98 with a MAP of 93???
Hyrule spent so much time staring at the monitor, completely bewildered, that he nearly missed the ambulance screeching to a halt in front of the emergency department. He quickly reached for the monitor to recycle the blood pressure and get an accurate value when the doors opened hastily.
"We have to move," Time insisted as Mo pulled the stretcher out, making Hyrule flinch back and sit on the bench seat so his feet wouldn't get run over.
"Mo--" Hyrule tried to petition to his partner, who clearly understood better than Time that they needed to actually figure out what the hell was happening and not--
The patient, his partner, and his friend were all out of the ambulance before the paramedic could even finish his thought process, and he hastily scurried after them. At this point it was futile to try and do anything anyway, the call had been completely hijacked and there was no point wasting time when they were at the hospital. Hyrule found himself simultaneously questioning his abilities and sanity, and also wanting to grab Time and shake him.
Whatever arguments or resentment or insecurities he was building up, however, were completely obliterated from his mind as he watched Mo and Time march with speed and determination towards the entrance to the emergency department. Instead of pausing at the doorway to enter the security code and gain access through the glass sliding door, however, they just barged right through and shattered the glass. The cot bounced unceremoniously as they dragged it over the now broken door, and--
What the hell was happening??
Hyrule ran in to make sure everyone was alright and instead saw Time barking out a report as doctors swarmed around them. When the medic caught sight of familiar scrubs and faces, he froze, staring at Legend and Warriors, who were chilling by the nurse's station slurping on smoothies.
"What are you guys doing?" Hyrule asked, absolutely baffled. What the hell even is this day?!
"There are so many doctors and they're doing everything," Legend answered with a shrug. "We don't have anything to do."
"Well," Warriors piped up, waving his smoothie. "We do offer reactions when a doctor does something."
"His heart rate is dropping!" a doctor shouted from another part of the ED, and everyone's heads swiveled to look at her. "Get the adrenaline!"
As she spoke, another doctor pulled open a supply cabinet and procured an already assembled epinephrine syringe from the gauze drawer. Hyrule felt his jaw drop as she proceeed to slam it into the awake patient's IV, which was... kinked??
Legend and Warriors both faced the physician and then looked at each other with relieved sighs and smiles.
Hyrule found himself beyond words until he saw another physician grab a defibrillator for a crashing patient. He stepped forward hesitantly, only to see asystole on the monitor. Why was no one doing compressions???
The medic rushed ahead, glaring at the nurses who were doing nothing, and then froze when the doctor defibrillated the patient.
"Did--did you just shock asystole?!" He couldn't stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth. His head was spinning, none of this made any sense. "What the fu--"
The hospital vanished. Hyrule's eyes opened. He was in a recliner. The TV was in some screensaver mode, and Warriors, Twilight, and Legend were all snoring on the floor and the couch.
Hyrule sighed, thankful that the world made sense again and then groaned, rubbing his face. He was never watching a medical drama with his friends again.
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animeyanderelover · 7 months
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Can I request prompt 56 with Obito?Thank you ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
I’m back from my vacation!
Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional thoughts, stalking, mentions of arranged engagement, abduction, death
Prompt 56
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Nothing had been quite the same. Not since (f/n)'s death. Since their murder. The entire town had been in an uproar ever since, questioning everyone and investing heavily to solve the mysterious and brutal death of your future partner. Well, the one your parents had chosen for you. You hadn't had any say in it when they had arranged together with (f/n)'s parents the engagement, didn't have any right to object when discussions about the wedding had beem brought up. Deep down though you had prayed, prayed to old and new gods to save you, free you from a marriage you didn't want.
However, now that your wishes had been heard, you didn't feel any relief. Never had you wished death upon them, nor any harm as you had known that they hadn't had much of a choice in it either. They could have lived such a long life, far too young had (f/n) left this world. All alone, burnt and murdered. Who would commit such an inhumane crime?
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You did your best to ignore everyone's eyes as you walked across the marketplace, although your head hung low and your gaze was focused on the ground in front of you. Ever since (f/n)'s funeral, rumors had started to make their way amongst the citizens. Many knew by now how unhappy you had been with the arranged engagement and since no one else had ever felt any ill will against (f/n), you had quickly become the main suspect in this murder case. No one had been able to confirm those rumors though as you had been on that day with your parents who had started preparing you for the upcoming marriage, looking with you for the fitting clothes you'd wear for that day. You had an alibi yet despite it, the gossip hadn't died down. An accomplice. That's what you often overheard as people came up with the conclusion that you probably had someone who had helped you. The question would be who though, you'd be slightly curious to see who they might suspect as your partner in crime.
Not everyone believed the ridiculous talk on the streets yet their pitiful and sympathic attempts to cheer you up didn't make you feel any better. You didn't want to be pitied, suspected or noticed at all. You didn't want to be the centre of attention nor made different in the mind of the people only because of your personal connection to the victim. Sometimes you felt like an attraction more than anything else. You were slowly made into an outsider and you did not like it one bit.
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Muffled voices from behind the door caused you to stop abruptly, right in front of your parent's house. Only your parents were supposed to be home right now yet you definitely heard more than two voices right now. You slowly put down the bag filled with groceries before pressing your ear against the wood of the door, attempting to identify the muddle of voices inside.
"You're sure that your child will come? They've been avoiding us for those last few days. Mighty suspicious, wouldn't you agree?"
You recognized the sharp and rough voice instantly, even if the sound was still muffled. It was (f/n)'s father, their mother was most likely with him. You removed your ear hastily as you knew what they thought about you, you'd known ever since the funeral where the mother had shouted and cried at you, blaming you for the death of her child. You understood that both of them were in deep grief and sorrow, felt hot anger for whoever had murdered their only child. An irrational feeling that both of them had turned against the first person available, you. They had been the loudest from all villagers, had accused you the harshest. You were innocent and felt unfairly treated, a part of you still felt sympathy for them. You couldn't bring yourself to face them though, you felt too ashamed and scared to do so. So you slowly placed the bag of groceries in front of the door before turning around. It took courage to face parents struck with resentment and grief, courage you did not have.
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You awoke with a startled gasp in the middle of the night. Strange light was illuminating your room from the window and loud screams could be heard from outside. Many different voices were shouting all at the same time and made it hard for you to distinguish what each of them was saying yet you could clearly hear the sheer panic inside each and every voice. You quickly stood up and hurried over to the window to take a look outside. Your heart dropped and your face twisted into a fearful mask. Fire. There was a fire.
You didn't care that you were still in your night clothes as you stormed down your stairs, hastily put on your shoes and ripped open the door. You stepped on something as soon as you stepped outside though, the object rustling as your foot pressed down onto it. When you lifted your leg confused, you saw a single red rose lying randomly on your doorsill, slightly withered. You picked it up carefully, avoiding to get pricked on the dark red flower. For a few seconds you stared at te flower, trying to come up with an explanation to how that had gotten here when suddenly one of your neighbours called out your name.
"(y/n)! (y/n)!"
They came running from the direction of the fire, fear and worry etched deep into their face.
"Y-you...I think you should get out of the village." they managed to squeeze out in between their panting, wildly gesturing with their hands around.
"What? Why?" you blurted out confused before something clicked in your mind, a bad foreboding as your gaze stared at the brightly burning fire again. If you were right, it came from the direction of...
"What happened?" you asked in a suddenly somber tone, continuously swallowing down the lump in the back of your throat that threatened to appear there and make it hard for you to breathe.
"T-the house of (f/n)'s parents...it's burning! It's on fire, (y/n)! Both of them are most likely..." They couldn't even finish their sentence but they didn't need to, you understood perfectly what had happened right now and you also knew why they urged you to leave as quickly as possible.
"They suspect that I'm responsible for it, don't they?" you pressed out, clutching the rose inside your hand tighter, until you felt the thorns breaking your skin. You yelped quietly as you felt warm blood trickle down your palm, although you were far too stressed in that moment to dwell too long on the mild sting.
"They're out of their minds, (y/n)! They're scared! A few of us tried to stop them but they won't listen! I-I understand that this is unfair of me to ask but I think that it would be safer for you if you'd leave for a while. At least until everyone has calmed down a bit."
"How bad is it?"
"Some of them want to throw you in jail and use force to make you confess that you're the culprit. I don't think that anyone can reason with them right now."
The screams grew slowly louder in the distance, an angry mob that was coming for you. You had masked all your emotions behind a mask as you looked at them with an unreadable expression. They couldn't look you into your eyes and the thought left your lips before you could stop it.
"You're scared of me too." It wasn't an accusation but the stunningly soft tone with which you mumbled those words might have been even more unnerving. They flinched slightly, panicked eyes darting shortly across your face. Their mouth opened shortly as if to negate your statement but they couldn't bring themselves to do so with the way you looked at them.
"I...I'm sorry." they stumbled out, seemingly the only thing that they could come up with in this situation.
"It's alright. Thank you for warning me despite your fear." you replied, numbly stepping forward and walking past them.
"Wait! Are you leaving without any money or clothes?"
"I don't have time for that, I fear." you replied, glancing over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of the first villagers that came storming to your house. Your legs started dashing across the streets towards the nearby forest where you would take shelter for an unknown time. You wondered what would happen to your parents, prayed for their best as you continued clutching the flower as if searching for comfort in the pain.
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You let your feet carry you through the forest, unaware of where you were going. You just walked and walked further away from the distant screams and the glowing flames and only when everything was only darkness and forest did you realize how uneasy you had been the entire time, holding your breath and clutching the rose in front of your chest, coating it in your blood. A few deep breaths in and out were taken as you took in the sounds of rustling leaves and chirring of the insects, reminding you that nothing would hurt you here. That's when you finally slid down against the trunk behind you, stretching your legs out and laying your hands in your lap, weary gaze focused on your blood-stained palms and the flower, shimmering bloody under the dim moonlight.
A long sigh left your lips, a sound far too old for someone your age, as you leaned your head against the wood behind you. You knew that the question of what to do now was unavoidable but at least for tonight you did not want to worry about it. At least a few hours of peace and silence. That was all you wanted. Heavy eyelids slowly drooped as you didn't even want to bother finding a better place to sleep for tonight. You were exhausted and just wanted to forget everything for a while.
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Not entirely sure if you had fallen asleep at all and if yes for how long, your head shot up all of a sudden like you had seen in your past with alarmed animals when detecting something. A flash of something black had just appeared in one of the treetops before vanishing in thin air. It could have just been your tired imagination, it could have been just some bird but it had disturbed you nonetheless. Your back was stiff from the wood and your neck cramped painfully. You rolled your neck around a bit, the tips of your fingers digging into the tense muscles underneath your skin and massaging them to loosen them up. Your eyes never darted down though as you searched for the strange shadow from before, without much success though. For a blissful short moment you were able to convince yourself that it had been indeed not more than a fleeting imagination from your tired mind. Until you heard something that dangerously resembled footsteps.
Holding the flower in your hand, unwilling to leave it behind and risk leaving any traces behind, you pressed your feet in the hard ground and shuffled yourself into the ocean of bushes behind the tree. Your hands were still inflicted with wounds and nor did you want to open them again and leave behind a trail of blood, nor did you want to risk any infection. Doing it as fast as possible yet also as quietly as possible was a challenge so much so that with every rustle that came with your movement, your heart seemed to stop for a short moment.
Little twigs poked into your clothes, skin and entangled themselves into your hair, pulling it as you moved further into the bushes. Your view was eventually hidden, the limited light shining through the twigs and leaves limited. Only your ears were reliable now and you hyper-focused as you tried to pick up every suspicious sound.
Apparently whoever was out there though wasn't even trying to hide themselves though as you heard them walking to the spot where you had been resting only moments before. Knowing that, you stopped moving completely, not willing to risk getting caught. The tension was killing you and you would have given everything to just peek out of the bushes and catch a short glimpse but you weighted your chances and arrived at the conclusion that it might be too risky. The person walked across the open space, the pace of their footsteps increasing significantly after a while as if getting impatient or anxious.
"(y/n)!"
It was a male, unfamiliar and high-pitched voice that almost sounded fake in your ears. He knew your name so you couldn't do anything besides assuming that he was also from the village, only that you had never heard this voice before. Your home wasn't very big so everyone knew everyone though so the fact that this voice was belonging to someone you didn't know threw you off. Who else would know your name? You'd never left your town. The urgency in his voice was something that surprised you too, no malicious intent anywhere in his voice. Much on the opposite actually, he seemed scared for you. Nevertheless though, you stayed silent. You did not trust strangers who just knew your name whilst you had never met them before.
"(y/n), please come out. I know that it must be scary for you, you poor thing were chased out of your own village. I'd never harm you though, I'm here to help."
You sat up, slightly alarmed that the stranger knew about the village accident. That must have been only a few hours ago. How did he know? He must have been watching you this entire time, a thought that gave you slight chills.
“Sweetheart…where are you hiding? I know you’re here."
Sweetheart? Why would he call you by such an intimate nickname? That was something usually only lovers called each other or parents their own children. He wouldn't call you that without knowing you long enough, you realized with growing dread. How long exactly had this guy been watching you?
Your thoughts blocked out his attempts to beckon you to show yourself as your mind started peacing together the information like you'd done with puzzles when you were younger.
A stranger who knew you yet you'd never seen him who felt some form of weird affection for you. He'd known about you fleeing from the village mere hours ago so he had definitely been watching you without you being aware of it. Was he a stalker? If yes, for how long exactly had you been watched? Since before your engagement? If that was possible, how would have someone like that reacted to the information that you'd been engaged? He already sounded like he wasn't quite in his right mind so he must have reacted terribly to it. But that would only mean...that he must have murdered (f/n) in some sort of blind rage.
This man out there was the murder of (f/n) and their parents.
You felt your blood freezing in your veins as cold terror embraced you tightly. You noticed how your body had slowly started crawling further away as your survival instinct took over. You'd not stay close to someone who had murdered people for you.
When he suddenly started babbling though, you stopped, alarmed by his silence. Admittedly, you hadn't listened to whatever he had been ranting about but it seemed out of character for him. Had he lost his patience.
You heard him sigh, at least you had to assume that it was him. The voice itself was deep, far more deeper than it had previously been but at least it sounded real now. tThat must have been his real voice, although you had to wonder why he would feign his real voice like that.
"You don't leave me much of a choice if you don't come out willingly, you know?"
The voice seemed to be directed to the bushes as if he was looking straight at you, hidden behind the green leaves and twigs. All hair on your body stood up instantly when you heard his voice, your gut twisting around inside of you and letting you know that it sensed danger. You started moving faster as the sensation filled your veins, urging you to get away from this man as quick as possible.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are. I’ll find you anyways, I can hear your breathing.”
It happened in only a mere few seconds and you couldn't react or do anything. He just appeared, right above you. Hands shot through the twigs and leaves, grabbing you and tugging you forcefully out of your hiding spot. Your heart dropped down to your stomach when your legs were in the air flailing around as you were in the air all of a sudden for a few miliseconds before he lifted you up in his arms and seemingly transported back to the open field. The speed had your head spinning, you'd never encountered someone that fast before in your life.
His hold on you was consistent even when he slowly let you down, taking notice of your dizziness and holding you so that you could steady yourself. The world was turning an spinning and so did your stomach as your senses were overwhelmed with the buzzing dizziness in your brain. You wondered shortly if you'd have to vomit, something you'd rather avoid in front of a stranger. Your eyes closed as you took deep breaths, trying to distract yourself from the nausea and the dizziness somehow. You just had to wait until the world didn't spin anymore.
You caught multipe whiffs of his own scent whilst breathing in and out and the image of an old cave instantly popped up in your mind as you did so because that was exactly what he smelled like. An earthy and dusty odor clung to his clothes and skin which made you wonder if he was perhaps living in one.
"I-it's fine. I'm fine now." you stuttered out when you felt one of his gloved hands brushing through your hair worried, your eyelids slowly fluttering open as you blinked a couple of times. The world at least wasn't spinning anymore so you felt secure on both of your feet now, slowly straightening yourself.
He was wearing an orange mask as you noticed, black and slightly spiky hair the only thing that you could see. A small hole was where his eye should be, although it was weird why he didn't have another hole where his other eye was. You gazed warily at the one black hole, unable to see his eye due to the lack of light.
You attempted to remove yourself from his touch carefully only to stop when he quickly grabbed you and pulled you back, seemingly not tolerating even a bit of distance in between you too. You swallowed heavily, pushing the urge to scream and yell back down as you knew that it would be useless. There was no one around here and acting all hysterical surely wouldn't get you anywhere.
"You're the one who murdered (f/n) and set fire to their parent's house, aren't you?" you questioned with a quivering voice.
He tilted his masked face in an almost childlike manner which was answer enough for you and forced you to breathe deeply out and in, your heart pumping wildly inside your chest.
"What do you want to do with me now?"
A question you dreaded but that you had to ask. He hadn't come all the way just to introduce himself to you surely.
"You're coming with me. I'm not letting you wander around like this. It's too dangerous for you."
"Why do you think so?"
"Because I know how the world is. It's a cruel and unforgiving place. I won't let it harm a single strand on your head."
"But I have parents and friends."
You had said something wrong, you knew that the moment his grip tightened on you and he stood straight, towering over you.
"You mean the parents who wanted to marry off to some random stranger and the friends who wanted to chase you out of the village and hurt you? Those so called precious people of yours sold you, betrayed you and didn't even believe in your innocence! What worth could they have to you?"
His voice was poisonous and his grip tight to the point that it became painful. When you winced slightly and grabbed his arm, he luckily snapped out of it and released his hold. You rubbed your hurting arm, pulling it close to your chest.
"So you're saying that you're better than them? Despite the fact that you murdered people?"
"They deserved it! All of them deserved it! They were out to hurt you, imprison you and make you unhappy! I did it to protect you! I already told you, I won't let anyone harm you."
His voice became soft and sincere at the end and you knew that he meant those words. It could have been almost romantic if you didn't know that this was a deranged killer who had some weird obsession with you.
"And you're different?"
"I am. I'll care for you. I'll love you. I'll protect you."
He sounded eager as you asked him those questions and you had a suspicion he misunderstood your hidden horror as acceptance and your questions as confirmation. You couldn't run away though, he was far too fast so you had no choice but to play it safe.
"You say all of this yet I don't even know your name and your face. Seems a bit unfair, considering that you know me quite well."
You were sure that you saw hesitance flickering shortly across his body as he slowly reached out to his mask, paused for a brief moment before pulling it up. What you saw shocked you slightly as you had never seen something like that before.
One half of his face was covered in scars and you could only fathom what would cause such an injury. You had a feeling though that you shouldn't overreact so you kept your calm face and nodded.
"And your name?"
"Obito."
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putellas14 · 2 years
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Love Makes a Family (Ona Batlle x Reader)
Summary: Reader's dad passes away and Ona goes back to Spain for the funeral
I wrote it quickly and didn't really proof it. Some days I just can't do the little things and that's okay.
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“Hi, love. How are you?” Ona asked, her voice cheerful as she sipped her morning coffee.
“My dad died,” you choked out. You were surprised you were able to say it out loud. “I need you.”
Ona took the first flight out of Manchester and landed in Barcelona before the end of the day. You and Ona had come up in La Masía together. Ona spent every weekend at home with your family. She called your dad "papa."
No one in the family knew that your friendship had transformed into love except your dad. You’d wanted to wait a bit before telling anyone else. Your dad had been sick for a while and you'd known the end was coming. Ona texted you when she was close to your parent's, your mom's, house and you went down to the front door of the building to wait for her.
She hastily got out of the car, letting her bag drop on the doorstep so she could pull you into her. Your throat tightened and the tears immediately started falling again. You clung to her, barely registering the tight grip she had on you to hold you upright.
"It's alright, my love. Let it out." The two of you held each other there for another minute before you heard your brother calling for you.
Stepping back, you took in Ona's face. Her eyes were red and her face splotchy. Lifting your hands to her cheeks, you kissed her softly. "How are you doing?"
"I'll be fine." She brought your hand to her lips. "We'll be fine. I want to see mama now."
"She's in her bedroom. She won't come out." Ona put a hand on your back as you walked up the stairs to the second floor apartment.
"Oni, I didn't know you were coming," your brother said when you walked in with Ona. He walked over to hug her. You could hear them whispering to each other quietly. Their relationship had always been a comfort to you. You brother didn't like many people but he loved Ona.
You let her go to see your mom alone. She hadn't said much to you since the doctor's had come out to say he was gone. Each time you'd gone in to check on her, she had been sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly out the bedroom window.
The sob you heard escape the bedroom surprised you. It was the first time she had cried out loud. You exchanged a look with your brother. Of course it would be Ona's shoulder your mother would finally cry on. Hearing it brought a fresh round of tears for both of you.
If you weren't so filled with emptiness, you might've felt love for the woman fill your body.
She came out nearly an hour later, her shirt slightly darker on the shoulder where tears had soaked in. She came to you in the kitchen, standing next to you and letting your arms touch. You'd always been comfortable touching each other in front of your family but Ona was feeling the need to not overstep anything right now. Various family members had come while she'd been in the bedroom and were standing around the kitchen and living room.
"What do you want to eat?" she asked quietly. "I'll go get anything you want."
You smiled at her. "A couple of the girls are bringing food over. But I'm not hungry." Resting your chin on her shoulder, you wrapped an arm around her waist. "Did she say anything?"
"Only that she was glad we were all here. I think it's just starting to sink in."
"How are you doing?"
"I'm here with you guys. That's what I need right now. I'll be okay."
"Mi prima." Turning, you saw Leila come in with Patri and Aitana in tow. Each carried a bag of food that they set on the counter before pulling you both into a group hug. You were happy Leila could come for Ona because they had always been very close. Ona could lean on Leila if she needed someone besides you or your brother.
Patri took your face in her hands and kissed your cheek. "Hola, bebe. How are you holding up?"
"I'm okay. Worried about my mom, though. She hasn’t come out of her room since we got home."
"I'll take her something to eat," Aitana offered. She fixed a plate and left the kitchen.
"When was the last time either of you ate?" Leila asked. She stood with her arm around Ona's shoulders, looking between the two of you. Ona looked at you.
"I, I don't remember," you admitted.
"I had a coffee this morning."
"Alright, food for both of you, too. Let's go." She squeezed Ona's shoulder before letting her go to get two plates. She handed one to each of you and gestured towards the food Aitana had taken out of the bags. "Come on, you have to eat. I'll get your brother, too." She nodded at Patri to take over and left to find him.
Ona nudged you forward. You really did not feel like eating anything. The thought of food was making you sick. "I don't want anything."
"I don't either," she admitted. "But maybe we should eat a little bit. I can't tell if I'm feeling sick from the thought of eating or because I haven't eaten in so long." She was always so in sync with you. You should've known she'd be feeling the same way. As if she read your thoughts, she said, "It's okay, babe."
"Babe?" Patri muttered. "Interesting development." You saw Ona shove her and felt the first genuine smile forming on your face.
"Not the time or place, Guijarro." Ona stepped up to the counter next to you and you felt her take a sharp intake of breath. "He, um," she started after a few seconds, "he taught me how to make this. We made it together all the time."
She tried to wipe the tears away quickly but you saw her. Tossing your plate on the counter, you wrapped both arms around her shoulders, holding her shaking body to yours. Patri came up and wrapped an arm around each of you, resting her forehead against yours.
Over the next couple days, small things would set off a fresh stream of tears. A phrase used. A food. A scent. A memory. A song. Your papa was a man who loved everyone and everyone who stopped by had a story to tell about him.
You and Ona and your brother leaned on each other when you needed to. Ona did eventually coax your mom out of her bedroom. Being with the family and the friends who stopped in seemed to help her settle. She still wasn't talking much but at least she had a small smile on her face.
The morning of the funeral, you dressed quietly with Ona. She closed the zipper of your dress and left a small kiss on your shoulder. You helped her pin her hair back. Before leaving your room, you gave her a kiss on the cheek and squeezed her hand.
"I know you'd be here regardless of my asking, but thank you for being here. I don't know if I'd have gotten through this week without you. We needed you."
"And I needed all of you."
Everything for the funeral ran smoothly. As smoothly as a funeral could go, at least. It wasn’t until you began organizing everyone to walk behind the casket out to the burial site that your uncle stepped up, blocking your way. Or Ona's way specifically.
"Ona, you have to go to the back. We want the family to be up here in the front."
Your hand tightened on hers. "She is family," you answered.
"Y/N, it's okay," Ona whispered. "I'll let your cousins come up here. I'll come behind them."
"It's not okay. He was your dad, too."
"What's going on?" you brother asked, stepping up next to your uncle. The entire funeral had stopped for this conversation.
"I need Ona to go to the back and let the family come through first."
Upon hearing this, your brother immediately turned around to stand next to Ona and put an arm around her shoulders. "She's exactly where she should be. Now can we please proceed?"
"Look, kids, I'm sorry, but sometimes you have to do things a proper way."
"She's not going anywhere." Ona's hand tightened on yours. You looked at her and could see her eyes had filled with tears again. "Tio, just let us be," you begged, wrapping an arm around Ona's shoulder and pulling her close to your side. Your mom appeared beside you, rubbing a hand on your arm.
"¿Está todo bien?"
"No, mama. Tio wants Ona to go to the back, behind the family." You'd never seen your mom get angry so fast. Her entire face changed from that of complete devastation and exhaustion to horrified and mad in a split second.
Moving in front of you and Ona, she stood facing your uncle. "My children will all walk right behind their father. That's it."
"But Ona is - "
"Ona is ours. Blood doesn't make a family. Love does. We love her like she's ours. They'll all walk with me." Her voice left no room for discussion.
"As you wish." He stepped aside, letting the four of you pass. You'd always gotten along with your uncle but you knew this moment was going to take you a while to get over.
Ona clung to your tightly for the remainder of the day. You knew that discussion had hurt her, despite how possessive your mom and brother had been over her. While she was already feeling raw from papa's death, someone had come in and tried to take the rest of the family from her. Words would never be enough to repair the damage that had caused.
In the evening, as the entire family filled your mom's apartment, you and Ona sat quietly on the couch. Your arm was around her, your fingers gently running up and down her arm. Her head rested on your shoulder and your cheek rested on her head. Her hand covered yours over her knee.
"Love makes a family," you whispered. Your mom's words had been swirling in your head all evening. You couldn't get them out.
"Hmm?" she asked, not lifting her head.
"Love makes a family," you repeated. You nudged her so she'd look up at you. "Papa told me something a couple weeks before he died. He said to take care of mom. Obviously. And he told me not to wait too long to make you officially part of this family." You cupped her cheek. "We don't break promises to papa."
"No, we don't." She smiled, leaning into you to rest her forehead against yours. "I love you," she whispered.
"You're ours, Ona. No matter what anyone says. We're family. Always."
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otterpenguiny · 10 months
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Helpful Treasures
For zukka week day 5; tending each other's wounds
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6-year-old Izumi's world changed for the better upon finally succeeding talking her dad into buying her cute animal Band-Aids. Truly, in her opinion, it had been the most wonderful investment of her dad's money and of her time. Totally worth the one grocery store trip she spent fake crying to get the attention of other people and embarrass her parents. Though, she's glad she has not had to resort to plan C- that would've ended roughly for Mr. Snuggles and beeboop. Of course, they would've gotten an honorable plaque on the fridge to commemorate them, but still, she was glad that she didn't need to sacrifice any troops in this already bloody ordeal.
She doesn't get why she always sees boring plain bandages on people when science has progressed as far as cute-animal-band-aids.
Adults truly are savages, she thinks while admiring her always bruised knees, now complete with two green and purple turtleduck Band-Aids. When she sits and puts her knees together, the two turtleducks seem to swim to each other. In her magnanimity, she has already given them names, names they seem to carry proudly (as they should) : Captain Yu and Panera. (Like the bread place she so highly respects and a war criminal she found in one of Poppa's boring books. He was the only one apparently important enough to have a picture.)
Her dad refuses to call them by their names, though. He gets really red in the face when he hears her addressing them and thanking them for protecting her knees, as is their duty. Izumi doesn't care, dad has real turtleducks in his pond all to himself anyway. He shouldn't have the right to act jealous.
Still, she bitterly remembers while shuffling her feet on the cold stairs of her home's porch, she has dad to thank for being such an important contributing factor to her getting her most treasures band-aids. After all, if he hadn't played his role that well, she wouldn't have had Bumi and the girls from her grade gaping at her kneecaps, and basically groveling at her feet. She guesses that's worth at least a little bit of praise.
But it's starting to get cold, and she really wonders where dad went so late and without taking her. She has always been everywhere with him. The thought of being relegated to staying at home as if she isn't an important part of the council herself makes her huff to herself, a little cloud dissipating in the cool spring night breeze. They would need to talk about that, she thinks, it is of the utmost importance that her dad knows his place.
It's such a shame that she is too little to reach the pedals and drive herself. This, the shivering girl reckons, is basically unfair.
She tucks Mr. snuggles under her chin and looks out for the grey boxy family car that Zuko had so hastily taken with him, and shuffles around a bit more trying to get a better position on the tile.
To her enjoyment that very car screeches loudly to a halt in front of the house, and after being somewhat parked haphazardly, (see she could do a better job than that!) two figures she could recognize everywhere step out of it, one of them leaning heavily against the other.
Barely containing her excitement at seeing her Poppa (and getting spun around as he always does every evening after getting home from work) she splutters:
“Welcome home! What cool thing did you do today?? Oh!!! Did you finally solve your problem with the letters??”
The little girl is bouncing up and down on the spot (she will not be dirtying her inside shoes, not even for them) and can barely hear the scandalized “Izumi ??? What are you doing still up!” her dad squawks out, because Poppa is back, and it's been too long since this morning, and he had a big meeting today, and he will probably have so much to tell her-
“Hey kiddo…” She freezes. There is a crooked smile on her Poppa's face, but Izumi isn't dumb. His voice seems weirdly strained. As the two of her parents get closer, she sees why Sokka is leaning so heavily on dad, just like she did when she broke her ankle. There is a sweater tied in a strange manner around his waist, darker at certain spots, and bruises around his eyes-his bad leg seems to also be giving him trouble.
Izumi is big enough to know what this means.
She heard auntie talk about it once, about how it used to happen a lot, back when she was still a dumb baby. She still hasn't figured out what exactly “it” is, but neither Dad nor Poppa seem to want to talk about it.
She just knows her Poppa is hurt, and that is why dad sped away so fast in their car, and didn't take her.
Her dad, who is now actively reminding her in a truly rude manner that she ought to be in bed- as if she didn't know that. Rules were meant to be broken sometimes and her bed time curfew was one of the rules she allowed herself to not follow so closely. (Yes she knows this is bad. Yes she kinda feels bad too. But really wrong or right: it's a matter of perspective)
She still feels bad, though. Because she is making Dad worry, and he already worries so much. She always hears auntie Mai talk about gray hairs he's going to get and stuff like weird things in his stomach from stress, and she doesn't want to be the cause of that. She reckons that must be hard to live with.
So, even though Poppa is trying to get her to talk about her day (whilst dad is giving him the stinky eye), she pushes the front door open for them and retreats to her chamber, after passing her snoring uncle Iroh on the couch. (She likes uncle Iroh. Even though she doesn't understand how he could be her uncle; but Dad calls him that, so it must be important.)
She hears the sound of her Poppa's body sagging and deflating before the takes the turn to her room, and her dad whispering a small "it's okay you don't have to", but Izumi is on a mission.
She doesn't even think twice before scrambling to get out her box of secrets from under her bed and fiddling with the lock on it. It's dark outside, and it's hard to see the numbers, so it takes her much longer than she would ever like to admit, but this is a dire situation, a serious matter, she cannot let her cold-numb fingers and the low luminosity of the moon screw this over for her. So, because izumi is nor only smart but also great, she continues until she hears the satisfying click, and throws the lid open, frantically feeling around for the little square box.
When she finally gets her fingers on it, she softly places Mr. snuggles back on the bed (for his safety) and bolts out of her room. She stumbles her way to the only room where light filters through a crack from the half closed door: the bathroom. Hushed voices on the other side.
And though Izumi is nothing if not honourable, she falters. She really really wants to know who is to blame for this. Because this was done to her Poppa by people.
Because people can be mean. That's why she doesn't know her grandpa.
So, Izumi sneaks.
“— hoped that it wasn't them, but I should've known. I just-OW! careful- I just wanted to come home.”
“You know it's not your fault – you shouldn't have to always be on the lookout… This is going to sting-”
Izumi can make out a soft hiss and some choice words uttered by her Poppa, and repeated 'I know's from her dad. She wonders how much more it hurts to have scrapes on your tummy instead of your knees. If it's the same level of pain as falling on the small stones in the driveway.
(She doubts it. Nothing beats the little stones of the driveway.)
Both Poppa and Dad have been silent for a minute there while she hypothesized on pain scales.
She is getting tired of hiding behind the door.
“This – it's been so long, we all hoped. I'm so sorry you still have to- you could've just not-”
“Zuko, hey, look at me. I would take a beating every day if it meant waking up with our daughter's feet in my face and her hogging the blanket” Dad laughs at that, which is rude. She doesn't hog blankets, she just takes her due. “I would get slashed like that any day for the both of you. And for this life we have. Nothing will ever change that. And I know it is the same for you.”
“But you could've just walked away from all of this-had a good life- a quiet one- and I just.” Her dad is worrying again. She thinks that if he continues, he will not have any hair any more by the end of the week. “I hate seeing you bleed. I hate that he still has a hold on us. I don't want you to be hurt because of me-”
Izumi strains to hear the last words, the rough voice of her dad getting quieter and choked up, making the words blur in her mind.
“And it keeps happening and – sorry I'm almost done – and we both can't guarantee it won't happen again, and if this is the only future you will get out of being here with me, with us, I don't know if you should even think of staying-”
“Hey, hey, sweetheart, darling, hey.” Sokka soothes.
Ew, Izumi thinks, not the nicknames.
“Please, please listen to me. I love you. I love Izumi. That means I choose this. You aren't the one hurting me. Please. You are not hurting me. You aren't forcing me to be here.”
Zuko scoffs wetly, but Izumi is too caught up in the three little words to notice. She knows this is a big deal. Everyone at school says it is. Poppa loves her. Like she loves them both. Something she didn't even know to be missing slowly seeps into her body like the warmth of a hot water bottle on a snowy day. Poppa loves her. He loves dad. He isn't going to leave.
On the other side of the door, Sokka hesitates. Zuko is doing that thing again. Where he thinks he has to give something to even be worth being around. And though his sides hurt like the spirits themselves wanted them annihilated, he softly starts again:
“I chose you. Both.” His hand tries to reach out to grab Zuko's always moving one, as if having a mind of his own. This is what they do: they hold when they should be held. But he knows he will always be caught when it comes down to it. The metallic aftertaste of his own blood takes him back to his younger self, to their rocky starts and even rockier ends. He knows Zuko has reached his limit when it comes to talking about emotions for tonight. But he can still taste the heartache and smell the regrets. Zuko's anguished face he last saw a few hours ago. He has learned his lesson this time around. So, as melted eyes look him over, softly because his breath is still winded, he talks.
“ I already lost so much time I could've spent with you. I know you could do it alone, because you always have. You would rather go out and be your own security than having to burst her bubble.”
“She's just a child, she deserves to live-”
“I know. Let me help.”
After a silence, Zuko admits defeat, a long sigh leaving his lips. Sokka's eyes are bloodshot and still so blue, and if there is something everybody knows, it's that Zuko has always been the first one to give up worlds for Sokka's eyes. Tossing the bloody washcloth in the cheap bathroom sink for future him to take care of, he sinks into Sokka's side, mindful of his newly bandaged wounds. He suddenly feels a sort of bone deep tiredness, the words 'I didn't want this for you' replaying over and over. He feels selfish for not fighting back more, but truly, he is exhausted. Zuko wants to be a bit selfish for now. Maybe he even deserves it. After a few blissful years of dodging assassination attempts and threats before they even had a chance to happen, he was tired of still having to fight off the same people that watched his life become a horrifying farce back then.
He is tired of feeling heavy from the faults of his father. He is tired of pulling people into his tilted orbit, and watching them live things he learned how to handle through years of hurt, and watching them stumble. He is tired of blood on his fingers and always checking twice. Surely nothing could be worth choosing this, except maybe his angel of a daughter, probably worrying in her bed right now. Which is also why he believes Sokka. Izumi truly would be worth suffering through anything.
Oh Agni, the child shouldn't have had to witness any of that. Zuko will try to remember to have a few choice words with Iroh about his babysitting approach. A gentle squeeze of his wrist reminds him that future Zuko could be the one worrying about that too.
The bathtub faucet leaks steadily, drumming a beat onto the ceramic, and Zuko finds himself humming an old song to accompany it.
For a second they are just sitting there, sharing a breath, too exhausted to move.
That's when they hear it. Small rushed footsteps on the other side of the door.
As the door suddenly gets ripped open, Izumi, who had been trying to get a better look, promptly falls backwards, and doesn't even have the reflex of smiling innocently as she looks up to her dad towering over her.
Mission top secret is truly a disaster.
To her surprise, her dad only sighs as he helps her up.
“What are you still doing awake, Zumi? Couldn't sleep?”
Izumi has to take a second to understand what is happening before she promptly shakes her head, and, not trusting her words, pushes the box of colorful animal themed band-aids into Zuko's chest.
Izumi's downcast eyes are slightly wet and her lip wobbles more than she would've liked as tries to explain herself.
“Poppa is hurt right? You said they are for emergencies only. For when even a kiss can't help make it go away.”
The child hopes that they will just understand that she wants to help. And that this is what helps her, so it has to work for her Poppa, right? It has to.
Her dad's eyes go a little wide, and she can hear a wheezing sound from where Sokka is sitting on the edge of the bathtub.
“You're sure you want to give some away, Zumi? I won't be able to get you any new ones until next week-”
“You said they are for emergencies. This is an emergency.” Izumi crosses her arms in front of her chest in a move not unlike her own dad's grumpy pose, and adds: “He can have three”.
Zuko suppresses a snort and steps aside to let the petulant child in a polka-dot and frogs themed pajama inside.
“Okay, duckling.” Words soft, Zuko crouches down to his daughter's level and pushes back a stray strand of her black hair. “Why don't you help him put them on then.”
Izumi looks up, and he sees only plain relief on her face. His brave little hero. Already taking care of others, just like her parents always take care of her. He hopes she will never have to shoulder the weight of it all alone.
“ Yeah well hurry up, my butt is getting sore” Sokka chimes in, exaggeratedly wriggling around.
Izumi shrieks out a pleased laugh and quickly runs over to grab her little stool hidden behind the cabinet, the one she uses to get high enough to wash her hands and (mostly) see herself in the mirror.
Zuko sits down on the floor after having given Izumi's most prized possession back to her, and fondly watches as Izumi places a pink saber-tooth-walrus band-aid straight across Sokka's brow, a little pink tongue peaking out from behind the child's teeth in concentration.
As she gets down to grab another one, Zuko catches Sokka's look of distress, but can only find it in himself to chuckle.
They both know Sokka is going to have to leave the house with cute animals on his face tomorrow to avoid a 6-year-old's tears.
And as Sokka gives Zuko a glare for not helping him out with that scary, stubborn daughter of his, small stubby fingers poking his face, they both can't help but think that yeah, actually, they may be able to do this. As tired and unsure as they are, this is worth it. They're going to make it.
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aurora-astra · 1 year
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Author’s note:
Hiiii so I saw a really cool and good and awesome post from the talented @valeskafics (here's a link hehe) and I wanted to idk write some scenes from that post into longer form fanfic. I haven't checked if they have elaborated like I'm gonna do but here's my take anyways eheheheh enjoy !!!
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Tyler Galpin, y/n's best friend, hadn't texted them since this morning. Normally they wouldn't be worried when it was someone else, but as they searched for him further, he hadn't clocked in at work and his dad only saw a glimpse of him before he left. Tyler was one to always text or call when he had a break, and this sudden inactivity was stressing them out.
A thought occurred to them that made them mentally slap their face, why hadn't they thought of it sooner? Nevertheless, they immediately pulled out their phone and grabbed Tyler's location. Since their bond grew, they were always sharing each others location. It was mostly because y/n was the only person he knew he could trust, but it could also be seen as a safety net for if either of them happened to be in trouble. Speaking of which, Tyler was somewhere random in the middle of the woods that surrounded the town. They shivered at the thought of delving into the forest, but their love for him pushed them to hurriedly drive in that direction.
Upon arriving at a dirt parking lot, y/n sat for a quick minute, breathing and thinking things through, then threw all logic and reasoning out the window as they rushed into the dense woods. The location led them to a fairly average size cave, as far as they knew. The flashlight on their phone led the way down into the depths of said cave, hastily moving past the skeletal remains of what they hoped were animals.
"Tyler?" They called, and was only met with an echo of their voice in return. "Oh Tyler I hope you're okay," they mumbled to themself, a quiet affirmation that they so desperately needed.
The end of the cave was, unbeknownst to y/n, creeping up in front of them. They turned around, blinking in the sunlight before continuing. They quickly stopped, though, at the sound of heavy breathing just ahead. They shone their flashlight towards the sound, and was met with a large pair of eyes sunken into a large purple toned face. The creatures teeth were sharp and it was drooling wildly like it was rabid. And yet, which such a wild and jarring complexion, y/n wasn't scared. How could they be? They put the pieces together almost immediately and recognized that this creature was Tyler.
Sympathy overtakes them, and they take his enlarged face in their hands to ground him. They sit down with him and guide him to take deep breaths, whispering soothing reminders and sweet nothing's until he calms himself and shrinks down to his normal size. He's naked, and this is awkward for y/n, but they focus on getting him to breathe over their comfort. Tyler is crying, panicking even, in his best friends arms, muttering shakily over and over that he didn't want them involved with this whole mess.
y/n had enough of this. They took his face in their hands yet again, but this time all they could see was their best friend, frightened and confused. And all of their feelings pushed their way out of them.
"Tyler, hey, I get that you didn't want me involved but it was only a matter of time. Okay? This doesn't change anything. I still love you, you are still my favorite person and you can still trust me okay? I have been in love with you for years and I've seen the good and bad of you. We're going to figure this out together, okay? I've got you, we will be okay I promise you."
His eyes bore into their soul as they poured out their love for him, and this confession of sorts only worsens his crying. But he still pulls himself towards y/n to place a sweet kiss on their lips, relishing in how they have always made him feel normal and loved. And how he's always loved them.
Tyler had decided to stay with y/n for some nights, quickly packing a bag and sitting quietly in the passenger seat. They grabbed his hand, squeezing it and rubbing their thumb over his to attempt to comfort him. This small act made him want to cry again, how earnest they were about wanting to help him.
Once they reached y/n's home, Tyler prayed that he wouldn't break down again and decided to tell them about what was going on. He squeezed their hand first, signaling to them he wanted them to look at him.
"Is everything alright?" y/n's voice was gentle and their gaze was loving, something that Tyler wanted to hold onto forever.
"Can I- uhm, can I, I guess, tell you what's going on? Like, I mean back at the cave," his normally stable voice came across shaky and unsure.
"Of course you can, do you want to right now though? I can wait."
"Uh, well, I think it would be easier to tell you now."
"Okay, whatever you want." They softly smiled at him, grazing their hand along his cheek before bringing it back down to his hand again.
That was enough to encourage Tyler to confess everything, he told y/n about how Thornhill was using him to do her dirty work, how his mom wasn't a normie, but was a Hyde like him, and how he couldn't control it sometimes, how he felt like a horrible person. It eventually turned into him telling them how much he loves them, how he always has and how incredibly thankful he is for them.
y/n listened the whole time, never interrupting when he went quiet and always with his hand in theirs. A long-awaited hug was awkwardly shared between them across the center console, a few kisses too, and eventually the pair made it to y/n's bedroom, where they just laid next to each other. Few words were said, but they knew they didn't need to talk. They just needed each other.
As Tyler drifted into a peaceful slumber, y/n couldn't help but admire him. His soft hair, resting face, loose hands around their torso, legs tangled together under the blankets. Everything about him was perfect, and even if he hated parts of himself, they could never hate anything about him. Never.
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Hmmmm okay I think I'm actually happy with this hehe. And if you got this far, thank for reading!! I hope this fic was as good as the one i was inspired by, and please go check it out if this was like too much to handle bc some time I get to rambling with this kind of drabbles lol. Anyways, love y'all appreciate y'all and have a wonderful amazing slay day 😍😍😍 <3
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wtchbtchj · 2 years
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you have to make a part 2 to the strawberry fic!!! it was so cute ,,
thank you all sm for the support on part 1 of this! it took me a few days to finish this but i hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it! <3
Part 1
Sweet, Sweet Strawberry Girl (2)
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Edward Nashton x Female!Reader
Summary: it takes edward a few days to come see his new neighbor again, but when he does it's just so worth it.
Word Count: 2.1k
warnings: fluff, very very minor nsfw mentioning, some typical stalker edward behaviour
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It took him 4 full days before he had gathered up enough courage to knock on your door. 
He was glad it was his day off today, considering how hard it would have been to fit his 7 hours of work with the unusually long "getting ready" routine he just went through into one day. He had showered for almost half an hour, picked out some of his 'nicer' clothes and even tried to get his hair to look decent, just to return a damn plate.
This was very much unusual for him, never really having cared much about his appearance when having noone to look decent for anyway, but for you he was determined to make an effort. Edward was well aware of his obsessive nature, having spent the last 4 days trying to find out every little detail about you online, the schools you went to, the people you were friends with, the place you worked at.
He had also turned it into a little habit of his to follow you there, just to make sure you’d get there safely of course. He had once even coincidentally met you at the grocery store, without your knowledge of course. He never quite figured out why there were so many strawberry punnets in your cart though. Were you baking cakes for the whole neighborhood?
To him, you were now the most exciting riddle to solve.
You couldn't stop thinking about your interaction with the shy boy either, already wondering why he hadn't yet come visit you after only one day had passed. You had always considered yourself a patient person, this however had stressed you out.
4 days had passed now and you had pretty much accepted the fact that he wouldn’t come see you anytime soon. You just got back from work, a small café a few blocks away that thankfully paid very decent wages. It was around 5pm by now, giving you about 2 hours to surprise her with a nice dinner. 
You had just started cutting up some carrots when it knocked on the door. 
There was no way your mom could be this early, meaning it was most likely to be the one person you had been waiting for.
Not even Usain Bolt could have compared to the rapity in which you sprinted towards the bathroom; quickly combing through your hair, washing your face and gargling some mouthwash in the matter of a few seconds. You weren’t even certain if it was him, but you decided it was better to be safe than sorry.
Your hastily opened the wooden door and almost heaved a sigh of relief seeing him stand in front of you. Finally.
He looked a lot more put together this time, wearing a white shirt and an adorable brown cardigan that appeared to be way too big for his thin frame. Edward had a large grin on his face seeing you, thinking you looked even more beautiful than last time, if that was even possible. 
“Edward, hey!“, you exclaimed. Perhaps a bit too excitedly.
He honestly wasn’t even certain you’d remember his name. He felt quite flattered. 
“Hey! I hope I’m not disrupting you or anything, just came by to bring you something.”, he spoke softly, gesturing towards the large plate in his hands, aswell as a little black box laying on top of it.
“Of course you’re not disturbing me, come on in.”, you offered politely, stepping away from the door.
He was a bit hesitant to step inside, very much acknowledging that this was dangerous territory for a guy like him. His curiosity got the best of him quite quickly however, kicking off his shoes and entering the apartment as a muffled thank you left his lips. 
He allowed himself a rather quick observation of your living room and kitchen, trying to swiftly detect all the details. It all felt very homey and comfortable, the tidiness standing out in great contrast to his own home. He wished he could spend all his time in here - with you by his side of course. Edward zoned out quickly, envisioning you two laying on the large brown sofa, carefully stroking your hair and perhaps even stealing a kiss or two every few seconds.
“Sorry if it’s a bit messy in here, I just got home from work earlier.”
I know, he almost said, shortly forgetting that staring out of the window all afternoon in order to see you walking down the street wasn’t particularly considered normal.
“Oh no, not at all. You’d have to see my apartment.”, he admitted.
“Is that an invitation?”, you smirked up at him.
A faint blush covered his face. You certainly wouldn’t need an invitation to be welcomed into his apartment. 
“I mean…you can come over whenever you want to.”, Edward spoke softly, too shy to meet your gaze.
He said that so genuinely, truly making you feel like you could come to him whenever you needed him, despite hardly knowing the man - and even that was kind of an exaggeration. Still, it felt oddly comforting.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”, you spoke, sending him a tender smile.
Your gaze followed him as he walked over to the kitchen counter, gently placing the clean plate on the granite surface. He grabbed the black box that still sat on top and turned around to face you.
He fiddled with the small bow on top, hoping you’d like his small surprise.
“The cake was really delicious. Thank you so much again.”
He honestly couldn’t even express it in words quite how delicious it was. Not just because you were the one who baked it, but because he could practically taste the love you put into it. It was just as sweet as you were.
“I’m so glad to hear that, I was really hoping you’d like it!”
“Well I was looking for something to give you in return but I didn’t know what you’d like so I just figured since you got me a strawberry cake you might like these…”, he spoke timidly, handing you the box anxiously.
You accepted the gift curiously, honestly having no idea what to expect but knowing you’d be incredibly thankful no matter what it was.
You removed the thin bow and took off the top, staring in awe at the chocolate covered strawberries that met your gaze.
You honestly felt like tearing up right that second, him having no idea how much this meant to you.
You figured he had put a lot of work into making these, not buying the overpriced ones from the store but deciding on putting his own effort in, which was much harder than he would have thought. Surely they looked a bit messier than store bought ones, but he put all his love into making them, which was all that mattered. He got the idea from some subreddit dedicated to all kinds of things that women supposedly liked, really coming in handy for a guy who certainly hadn’t much experience in that department.
He was really relieved when you finally broke the silence.
“This is…I can’t even tell you how sweet this is, Edward. I truly appreciate this, thank you so much.”, you looked at him in pure bliss, making his heart swell. You carefully placed the box onto the small dining table next to you and engulfed him in a soft embrace.
He immediately froze up, absolutely not expecting the sudden proximity.
It took him a second to relax, very cautiously wrapping one arm around your shoulder and one around your upper back as if you’d break if he pressed too hard.
You stood there hugging for much longer than customary for people who were basically strangers, however not seeming to care as neither of you perceived the other as a mere stranger, feeling way too comfortable and at ease in each other’s presence.
He subtly took in your scent, smelling the soft lavender your laundry detergent left off. He made a mental note to buy some lavender from the florist around the corner tomorrow, making sure he could smell you all over his apartment - even if you weren’t actually there.
Of course you were the first person to gently pull away, him being entirely entranced at the newly found affection he’d never truly got to experience.
The movement pulled him out of his daze however, instantly missing your warm touch.
“No need to thank me. I’m sure they’re nothing compared to your baking.”
You grabbed one of the strawberries out of the box, slowly biting into it and seemingly enjoying it very much. He felt sinful, focusing so extensively on the way your lips wrapped around the large piece of fruit. Pathetic how easy it was to rile him up.
“Don’t be so modest. They‘re perfect.”
You’re perfect.
You grabbed another strawberry, holding it in front of his mouth. “Wanna try?”
You said that so innocently, not quite realizing how flustered you made Edward feel by practically feeding him.
It was such a pure act, however triggering his very much submissive side that just wanted you to feed him, hold him, kiss him. All day, every day.
He happily accepted the strawberry with his mouth, making your fingers accidentally brush his lips. 
You softly cleared your throat, managing to stammer out a rather quiet “Delicious, right?”.
He could just nod as a response, too caught up in your eyes - and your lips…and your scent.
You tried to divert your gaze, having it land on the unfinished pile of vegetables that still remained on the cutting board. You immediately widened your eyes, panicking a bit about how much time had passed.
Edward quickly followed your gaze, realizing he actually had disturbed you at something.
“Oh I’m sorry, were you just about to cook something?”
“No no, don’t worry, it’s fine! It’s just that I wanted to finish this before my mom came home. Do you mind if I get back to it? You can stay and eat dinner with us if you’d like?”, you offered kindly, kind of excited to show off your cooking skills to him.
“That’s really kind but…don’t you think your mom would mind?”, he truly was torn, wanting nothing more than to stay but also panicking by the mere thought of getting to know your mother. What if she didn’t like him? Thought he was a creep? 
“Of course she won’t mind! I told you she’s very keen on meeting all our neighbors.”, you giggled quietly to yourself, knowing very well how excited she was after you had told her about your first interaction with Edward.
“Alright well…I might aswell help you cook then.”, he grinned while walking over towards the cutting board, ready to show you the knife skills he had secretly practiced over the last few months - certainly not for cooking…but useful none the less. “Only if that’s fine with you of course.”
You laughed softly at his adorable enthusiasm, gladly granting him permission by handing him a large knife. “Alright then partner, cut them up really small please, we’re making dumplings.”, you smiled.
You had always enjoyed cooking but never in your life did you have this much fun doing it. Edward truly blossomed in your presence, cracking jokes and even telling you about his blemished childhood after you had told him all about your family history, your beloved strawberry field back at “home” and the resulting love for strawberries that you’ve carried all the way into your adult life. Though he had known a lot of it from his research beforehand, he could have listened to you talk about it for hours on end without getting bored. He also silently applauded himself for the gift he made for you, even without previously knowing about your little obsession. He really did hit the nail on the head.
 He hadn’t talked - let alone laughed - this much in years. Even ever perhaps. It just all came so naturally with you.
He absolutely adored cooking with you, deciding it was now his favorite activity ever. He loved how carefree you were, not minding the measurements at all but somehow still making it work out perfectly. He also loved how patient you were with him, never getting irritated when he just couldn’t get the dumpling shape right. You just kept letting him try it out, never calling him incompetent or a failure even.
No, you were perfect. And he swore he’d do everything in his power to be perfect for you, too.
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asterkiss · 4 months
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Dating Profile
Mabel "helps" Bill set up an online dating profile. Hastily written random thing.
It stared with Wendy asking the girls to assist in scoping out the matches on her dating app. The redhead got a lot of matches and after connecting her phone up to the television in her room she, Mabel, Candy and Grenda all sat around eating popcorn as they metacilously reviewed and carried out judgement on each match.
'Ooh, he has nice eyes, you should totally date him!' Mabel gushed.
Wendy made a face. 'He has a furry costume on in his third pic.'
'At least you know he likes animals!' Candy qupped in.
The older girl glanced amidst the trio of eager faces and offered a slightly strained smile. Maybe asking these three to help her pick out guys hadn't been the best idea but she'd been eager to hang out after coming back from college for the Summer. 'Let's uh... put him down as a maybe and move on.'
'Maybe we should make dating profiles,' Grenda suggested.
'Don't you have to be eighteen?' Candy asked. All three of them were a few years shy of that still.
'Ooh, we could make one for Grunkle Stan!' Mabel cried, clasping her hands together. In that moment her phone began going off, playing an upbeat boy band tune. She picked it up only to groan.
'Bill?' Wendy asked.
Mabel nodded. 'Bill.' With a shrug she hit ignore and put it back down on silent.
And then Candy had a fiendish idea.
'Hey girls, why don't we make a dating profile for Bill?'
There was a pause. An exchange of glances. An arched eyebrow and thoughful hum.
Then the real fun began.
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'What do we put down for his age?' Grenda asked, the group of girls huddled around Wendy's computer.
They'd made a start on the profile. Mabel had a few snapshot pics of Bill she had managed to load up, namely Bill laughing manically as he set off fireworks inside the diner whilst several blurry diners in the background ran out screaming.
'He's like a billion years old, right?' Wendy drawled. Though the demon still acted like a petulent child or rowdy teenager at times. He didn't didn't come across as a mature adult.
'Let's stick with twenty,' Mabel said, keying in the same age Grunkle Stan had put down on his fake ID. 'Done. Hobbies?'
'Making children cry and kicking puppies,' Wendy said.
Mabel elbowed the older girl. 'He's gotten a little better! It's been like eight months since he made a kid cry.'
'Uh huh.'
'Let's say he likes poetry and reading young romance novels, that'll get him tones of matches!' Grenda insisted.
'You're gonna end up tossing some innocent chick to the wolf if you do that,' Wendy said. 'At least make the profile honest.'
'Hm, does it have to be a "chick" though?' Candy asked abruptly, looking thoughtful as she hovered over the "orientation" section of the profile. 'Why not a handsome man, as well? Why not anyone?'
'Oh my...' Grenda said.
'I'm pretty sure gender doesn't matter to him since he's a demon,' Mabel mused aloud.
'Pansexual, it is,' Candy decided.
Wendy looked on as the three girls really got into it, smiling wryly. 'This is gonna end so badly.' She made no move to stop them.
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A week later Bill was set up on a date with a biker named Greg. Mabel invited Bill out on the pretense of them hanging out together, but it wasn't her waiting at the diner. Oh no. It was the dashing young man Gregory.
Mabel sat in the bushes opposite the diner, binoculars held to her face as the three girls watched the scene play out through the diner window. Bill's date had just appeared, confusion spreading across the demon's face at the strangers arrival before he received a text message from herself wishing him luck. She watched Bill's face shift as he read the text before he snapped his head up and glared right at her.
Eep.
She ducked down, dragging the two girls with her.
'Do you think he saw us?' Candy whispered.
Maybe just a bit.
>
'What the heck is this profile?' Bill snapped, looking through the thing. 'It's not accurate at all! Why isn't manipulating humans and sording discord listed in my hobbies?'
'Well, we kinda thought that might scare potential suitors away,' Mabel said sheepishly. 'But look! We did mention you dislike tickling! And hey, you got so many matches! You're super popular with the guys.'
He sent her a withering glare. 'I don't need some stupid dating app to get a date. I'm Bill Cipher, I've been tricking humans into stupid descision for thousands of years!'
Mabel laughed again. Well, if this was as far as his reaction went she got off pretty lightly.
At least, that's what she thought.
'Anyway, since you had so much fun with this, I went to the trouble of making a dating profile for you as well, kid.'
She blinked. 'You did?' A pause and the teenager leaned in with an intense gaze. 'Did I get any matches? How many? Are they cute?'
'Just the one.' Bill held up her phone that he had apparently borrowed, and Mabel's smile froze at what was displayed. Uh. Her gaze flickered back up to his, where he was watching her with a predatory smile.
'Your first date's in two hours, better go get ready. I've heard this guy doesn't like being late.'
The demon brushed past, dropping the phone into her hands as he left her alone. Mabel stared down at the phone, eyes wide and heart thudding rapidly against her chest.
Oh boy.
Matching with Bill Cipher could not end well, right?
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metal-caregiver · 1 year
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Regressuary Day 2 : Playground / Toys
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Parining: Platonic CG!Eddie Munson x Little!Reader (gender neutral)
Word count: 1,010 Tw's: None (use of light "swears" ass, damn) Characters: Eddie, Steve, Dustin, (GN! Reader)
Prompt: Character A (reader) is so enthralled by their toys/playground that they keep putting off a bathroom break
Nicknames directed @ reader: Little one, Kiddo, Squirt Nicknames directed @ cgs!: Steve (mama) Eddie (Ed/Eddie)
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Disclaimer !! : I am disabled and have incontinence due to my disabilities. Diapers are NOT SEXUAL !! Do not sexualize me, my headspace, or my disability aids. READ MY DNI
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On this sunny day in Hawkins, Indiana...Clouds crept along the sky casting large shadows across the playground. It was a lazy day for Eddies party, not to say he had nothing to do. He had plenty of music to play and campaigns to run. To put it simply, they needed a down day. And to Steve's luck, Eddie had requested that you, Dustin, and Steve all walk down to the park together. 
You were used to Dustin being regressed a majority of the time. But surprisingly you hadn't had a proper playdate together! You supposed even though your caregiver hadn't labeled it as one, Dustin wouldn't mind either way. You packed your bag, and with hastily tied shoes and stuffie in hand, you set off to Eddie's house... 
Dustin was sitting on the floor of the Eddie and Waynes attempt at a living room, playing with the odd toy and Dn'D mini-figures Eddie always had laying around. 
"Dustin !!" You shouted, tossing your bag aside and pulling each other up into a spinning hug. 
The two of you giggled and danced around as Eddie picked up your things, Steve gathered up the toys and chalk for the two of you to play with at the park. 
"Hold up, squirt!" Eddie called out, reaching for your hand. 
You looked up at him, confused but with a flutter in your head. 
"Not so fast. You kiddos need to stick with us". Steve said, hand already entwined with Dustin's. For extra measure, Eddie sometimes had you hold onto the chains attached to his belts. Maybe all those unnecessary accessories could be practical sometimes. 
It wasn't far from the school thanks to Steve and Eddie's bikes. Eddie bragged how one day he'll own a "sick ass ride" which earned him a good slap from Steve. 
Once given the "ok", you and Dustin took your pacis and toys booked it for the swings. Each of you raced each other to see who could swing the highest til Dustin managed to scare himself and beg Steve to push for him. 
Your pumping became lighter as you were out of breath. Steve noticed and offered you Dustin's extra sippy with water which you gladly took. Eddie wasn't the best caregiver when it came to rules, and a bottle of water on top of all those sodas from lunch might have not been the best idea for your little state. 
"Little one, slow with the drinking".
You rolled your eyes at the voice from behind you and continued, taking huffs out of your nose causing Steve to giggle as you handed it back to him. Eddie wasn't going to deny you water, that'd be cruel especially when your drink of choice was every sugary and bubbled concoction you could get your hands on. 
"Come play!" you shouted as Eddie took a seat on the bench across from you. You watched him think for a moment before shaking his head. 
"Okay, Kiddo, but first let's take a potty and snack break?" 
You pouted, kicking the wood chips at your feet with a furrowed brow.
"No, no! We just got here! We don't wanna leave now!" Dustin shouted back, mirroring your disappointment. 
"Well if you two are sure..." Eddie hesitated but eventually caved in pushing you while he chatted with Steve.
Steve wasn't too keen on letting either of you out of his sight or out of arms reach. But with Eddie around, Steve could let the invisible leash loose a bit and allow the two of you to (mostly) run free. 
Even from afar the two knew you (especially), and Dusted needed a bathroom break, but neither wanted to force it. Dustin didn't have a preference between pull-ups or boxers but you much preferred your regular clothing over anything Eddie had offered. 
The two of you eventually chased each other back over to your caregivers. This time, Steve spoke up. 
"Dustin, do you need the potty?".
He paused for a moment, fidgeting before eventually giving Steve a nod. "Mhm! Yes mama"
Eddie turned to you, quirking his eyebrows and giving you a questioning look. 
"I don't need to! I want to play!" 
"Squirt I'm serious, let's at least go with them?" 
You looked to Dustin who seemed perfectly content going on his own with Steve, but you justified it in your mind that your friend was just too little to go alone! 
The two of you waited outside the stalls for Steve and Dustin to finish. You could hear the commotion from outside and based on the shouting from Steve you gathered that Dustin forgot to flush and refused to wash his hands. 
Eddie was just waiting for the moment til you asked to join. To his surprise, it never came, until he felt a tugging at his shirt. 
"Yeah, little one?" He asked, sing-song. 
"I'm sorry, Eds I didn't mean to," you said with a sob. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to! I was just having too much fun playing, and the running didn't make me have to, so I thought I didn't, and I.." 
"Woah, woah! Slow down there. You're ok". Eddie noticed the small wet patch between your knees and sighed. "Damn it,,kid you're all wet." He cringed "Let's get you changed ok?".
You sniffed, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. "Ok Eddie".
Lucky for you, Eddie always carried a pack of baby towels and a change of clothes. He reassured you as he slipped the clean clothes under the bathroom stall, offering you help and privacy when needed.
All was well as you joined Dustin back in the hallway, following your caregivers back outside. 
"I'm sorry Eddie..." You whispered, pulling on his jacket sleeve as Dustin dared you to another race.
"It's alright, kiddo doesn't worry. You're forgiven, it was just a mistake. Don't worry too much about it, and have fun". 
You smiled up at Eddie before running off, turning to wave "love you Ed's!" 
"Love you too, kiddo!" he shouted back, waving from his place next to Steve and smiling. "I love you". 
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simp41ida · 1 year
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Hello. It is my first time requesting her but I live your work so I give it a try.
Last year my father (tw) died last year, do to the aftermath of Covid, after he was in a Coma for a few months and nearly mad it. And because of that I didn't needed to do my school work.
So I wanted ro request a Tenya iida x fem. Reader if this is alright where they are together already, but she didn't tell him about the whole thing and he just worries when she leaves the dorm at night ( it was like 3 am when it happened) and doesn't return for two weeks.
I give you some free room about his thoughts and what he does, but may you could include some cuddles and for head kisses.
Thank you very much. Also sorry that it is so long and detailed.
warnings: swearing, death of a parent, swearing (barely)
notes: i'm so very sorry for your loss. thank you for liking my work! you did a good job requesting. it helps that it's detailed because it makes it easier for me to come up with a plot. requests are open!!
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you were sleeping peacefully. that's where everyone else in the dorms was actually. for you though, you'd been woken up by a phone call. it doesn't help that you fell asleep on top of the phone because the ringtone was obnoxiously loud.
waking yourself up, you debated whether or not you should answer it seeing as it was an unknown number. deciding to do the responsible thing, you answered it.
after the matter, you'd wished that you didn't. it was a call saying that your father had unfortunately passed away. you had known he was ill, but you had hope. you had weighed out your options oh how this would go leading into tomorow. (due to the late time, it technically was the next day as some people would like to correct.)
either you could wait until a later time to say goodbye, or you could do the most logical thing and leave right then and there. they would both end in the same result, but it was just the matter of how it was done.
you chose the answer that made the most sense to you. you gathered your phone, the charger, and some clothes for the upcoming days and left the school campus. all you had to do was make sure you didn't get caught by any monitors in the hallway (mr. aizawa)
he probably caught wind of this before you did, that's why when he saw you out of the corner of his eye, he pretended that he didn't see anything. he tried to put himself in your shoes in that situation.
the next morning, iida had knocked on your door. it had been a normal thing or the two of you to walk to the common room to get breakfast together in the morning. it worried him when you didn't answer.
nonetheless, he supposed that you were sick and needed a day off from school and let it be. he was worried all day though.
all of the days that you were gone piled up, and then he began to worry. he was in a conflicted scenario. if he was to ask the teacher why you hadn't been in school, then he could be dong something that could possibly hurt you in a way.
if he didn't ask though, then he'd be absolutely clueless and wouldn't even have a clue as to why you left him for so long. this would be hurting himself in a way.
iida did not end up asking anyone. it wasn't the best decision in his books, but it was for you. that boy would do anything for you.
two weeks later, when you walk back into the school building (coincidentally at three in the morning again) you made a mental note that everyone would be asking where you were.
that was just how that class was. involved and caring.
it wasn't going to be good to have to talk about it again, seeing as you'd spend the previous weeks thinking about it nonstop.
so, at three in the morning you knocked on iida's dorm room door. and at three in the morning he opened it. when he saw you, he rubbed his eyes and nearly dropped the glasses that he'd hastily picked up from his bedside table.
he saw the upset demeanor on your face. it almost made him feel upset. then he reminded himself that if one of you had to be strong right now, it would be him. and it was.
you clung to his torso to give him the hug that you'd desperately needed from him for the past week or so. he could feel the negative emotions coming from all around you. and your hair had smelt like hospital.
"love, do you want to talk about it?" he asked you gently. he wasn't sure how he could help, but he sure as hell was going to try.
"tenya he's gone. he almost made it and now i'll never be able to say goodbye." you sobbed into his chest. he could feel the vibrations of your voice within himself.
he tried thinking about who you knew that could be "gone." what did "gone" even mean in this situation?
"i'm so sorry, dear." he kisses your head. still hugging your shaking and crying body, he walked over to his bed. he knew that this was technically against the school dorm protocols, but this was an exception.
after you try to explain what had happened and why you were gone so long, he wraps you up in his ample supply of blankets that he had in a closet in case of emergencies.
he rubs your back with one of his arms and holds you with the other. he read a book once on how to comfort people properly. he guessed that it worked when he heard your breaths slow.
you had fallen asleep. he guessed that you both could worry about who "he" was tomorrow. he placed you beside him, and fell asleep as well.
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andguesswhat · 1 year
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Sigh…
Let's just imagine a world where the boys are protected and shielded from all the malevolent forces of all those evil bitches. Just for a second.
Thanks @zuzla33 for being my dealer for wholesome pics like this.
Thank you (at) all for every heart and comment and reblog of the previous fics!! I hope you like this one, too.
Have a happy weekend, my dear Charmies!
DINNER
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Armie sat on the couch and waited.
No, he wasn't waiting. There was no point in waiting for Timmy. He had learned in the years they were together now that you shouldn't wait for Timmy. Because Timmy could make you wait. For hours and hours. And not be aware of it.
That was just the way he was, Armie had to accept that, and either he could do like his assistants, who were constantly telling him where to be and when ... or he could just relax and wait.
So he sat down on the couch, got comfortable, dimmed the lights, turned on some music, read a book, and waited by not waiting.
The only small problem was that it was already quite late. Late in the evening. And he hadn't eaten anything yet.
Timmy had said he would bring him something to eat, but going for it had probably been a mistake.
The more he read, though, the more he relaxed, the more the hunger disappeared.
And then, suddenly, Timmy rushed in.
Hastily slipped his sneakers off his feet, shouted "Wait...! Wait...!" (though Armie wasn't even sure if this exclamation was meant for him, since he was waiting anyway) and ran passed him up the stairs.
Armie smiled.
If he hadn't been mistaken, there was something rather heavy dangling between Timmy's legs, which even the loose sweatpants hadn't been able to conceal.
Seconds later he heard a chest of drawers creak and then Timmy came running down again, with a rope in his hand, the leather jacket with the studs still on, his new favorite jacket, he almost slipped with his socks on the stairs, caught himself again and then he was already directly in front of Armie, a short, joyful and soft "Hey!" and his lips were on Armie's, his hands including rope on Armie’s face, more leather jacket than hand because the sleeves were too long, and Timmy was kissing him wildly and hungrily, sweet lips, teasing tongue, and yes, the hard-on Armie could now feel pressing against his belly as Timmy sat down on his lap.
There was almost nothing like having Timmy so playful on his lap while kissing him so boisterously, and he would have liked to put his hands around Timmy's face too, but Timmy apparently had something else in mind. "No touching!"
And then Timmy was already holding Armie's wrists together and quickly wrapping the rope around them, probably worried that Armie would fight back after all.
But Armie just smiled. He had so much love in him for this boy. Man, of course, actually. But sometimes, when he was so full of enthusiasm and joy and energy, he was more of a boy after all. A rather adorable boy.
Armie raised his eyebrows in interest and looked down at his bound hands. Now then, this.
It was one of the best things in the world for him to find out what Timmy wanted. Sure, Timmy was very vocal, often he just told him what he wanted, but like now... there were so many possibilities for what would happen in the next hour and he was looking forward to whichever one it would be.
Timmy straightened up and beamed at him.
He looked so beautiful, happy, mischievous, his curls falling down his face. It was almost painful not to be able to touch all that. But that had probably been Timmy's plan, anyway.
"You want me to dance for you?"
And before Armie could answer, Timmy was already pulling his cell phone out of his pocket, changing the music and starting to sway his body. Waves down to his hips while he sang along softly, looking at Armie, smiling at him.
And Armie just enjoyed looking at him.
But the more Timmy moved to the music, the more lascivious his expression became, and there at the latest Armie's hard-on became noticeable, too.
Slowly and lasciviously Timmy took off his leather jacket and he knew exactly what he was doing, knew how to do it, that it would have an effect on Armie, knew how to take off his T-shirt, that it would trigger something in Armie, while he moved on Armie's lap, now bare-chested, and Armie couldn't touch him.
But Timmy did that for him then, started sliding his hands over his naked torso, down between his legs, over the boner under his pants, while licking his lips, "You wanna touch me, don't you?", up to his neck, while biting his lower lip, and Armie's breathing grew heavier, his mouth became dry.
"You can touch me if you like."
And so Armie did. As best as his bound hands would allow, he ran his hands over Timmy's torso, his stomach, his chest, up to his neck, clasping the neck so that Timmy opened his mouth and barely audibly gasped. Hot as hell was all Armie could think.
He ran his thumb over Timmy's lips, finally sliding it into Timmy's hot mouth, feeling Timmy's teeth, his tongue, while Timmy sucked on it.
Beautiful boy.
Fucking beautiful boy.
When Timmy opened his mouth again, Armie ran his wet thumb over Timmy's neck, down his torso to the hem of his sweatpants, ran it along the hem, and Timmy bit his lower lip, pulled in his stomach, and said:
"I wanna ride you, baby. Do you help me prepare myself for you?"
"Absolutely," Armie whispered hoarsely and in awe because he would never get over how beautiful Timmy was.
Timmy took a tube of lube out of his pocket, which he had apparently also just packed upstairs, placed it in Armie's bound hands, and crawled from Armie’s lap to kneel next to him on the couch, his torso upright, his butt facing Armie while he bend his back so he could see what Armie was doing.
Armie wasted no time, positioned himself behind him, and decided to pull down one side of the sweatpants with his bound hands, while pulling down the other side with his teeth.
He heard Timmy chuckle.
"You could have made it harder for me if you had underpants on too, you know."
Timmy laughed again and shrugged his shoulders in amusement. "Couldn't bother."
Armie had to reach forward with his hands because the boner was caught on the pants, and Timmy laughed again in amusement. But then finally Armie had Timmy's bare ass in front of him, the boner still hanging heavy in between.
He would have liked to slap this cute little ass, but that really didn't work with his bound hands, so he started to prepare. Despite the rope he could still do a lot with his hands, cup Timmy's ass cheeks, knead them, and then of course he had his tongue.
Timmy moaned with pleasure when Armie devoted his tongue to Timmy's entrance and gave it some good licks, and even more when Armie reached between Timmy's legs and massaged his cock at the same time.
"God yes!"
Armie licked him, sinking his tongue into him, and finally smearing lube on his fingers to penetrate him with his fingers, and doing so immediately. First his thumb, then his index finger plus middle finger.
"Fuck, Armie, this feels so fucking good."
Timmy moaned louder, bending his body, pushing his ass backwards, demanding more, and because Armie really wanted to give him more, but this damn rope prevented him, he loosened it with his teeth, pulled his pants off his legs and put his already more than hard cock at Timmy's entrance. Right where it belonged.
Timmy turned back to face him and smiled at him. Maintained eye contact as Armie slowly but steadily pressed his cock into him, into the tightness, into the heat, and Timmy's mouth opened wider and wider until finally his eyes began to flutter.
God, what a sight.
Armie was glad to finally be able to use his hands properly again, and so he did, placing them on either side of Timmy's ass, holding it tight, planting a foot for more control, and beginning to penetrate Timmy, again and again. Timmy seemed to agree with this, the way he moaned, but then when Armie reached for Timmy's cock and started pumping it, Timmy suddenly panted "Couch!" and Armie was so horny he didn't know whether to laugh at Timmy's stuffiness about cum ruined furniture or not.
But Armie didn't have time to think about it further, because Timmy pressed him back against the backrest and sat back down on his lap, stripping off his sweatpants in the process.
"I wanted to ride you, didn't I?"
And then Timmy already lowered himself on Armie, let his ass cheeks spread by Armie's cock until he was down to the bottom and started to ride him. God, Timmy. God have mercy.
Timmy had his hands on Armie's face, looking down at him, his curls falling back into his face, and he smiled at him, lips wet as he rode him, moaning with pleasure, giving himself the most pleasure he could.
And Armie didn't know where to put his hands, he wanted to feel every inch, Timmy's chest, the crook of his neck, his back, his butt cheeks. Wanted to feel everything, hold everything, knead everything, while Timmy rode his dick more intensily every second, squeezed it more and more.
"You wanna fuck me?" asked Timmy, smiling.
And Armie smiled back. "Yes I wanna fuck you." Because that was exactly what he wanted to do. And that's what he did then.
He held Timmy's ass with both hands and fucked him. Pushed into him hard and fast, into his tightness, into his heat, hit his spot, saw how Timmy could do nothing but rip his mouth open, saw how his whole body tensed and went into ecstasy, and just before it got too much, got over the top, he stopped the thrusts, paced the rhythm and just slowly slid in and out of Timmy, to delay it. Loved how Timmy began to tremble, loved to see how Timmy was already close to delirium.
He put his one hand on Timmy's cock, massaging it, the other one on Timmy’s cheek. "Wanna come?"
And Timmy's "Yes" was so soft and pure and breathed that he knew he had caught the right moment, no more porn voice, no more playing, just delirium, just bliss, Timmy's whole body one big whirring just before the explosion.
So it didn't need much more, he put his one hand back on Timmy's hip, thrust into him again, fucked him hard once more, while pumping Timmy's cock in rhythm until Timmy was panting helplessly, until his upper body reared up, until he let out a loud moan, and Armie felt the jet of Timmy's cum on his belly, the pulsating cock still in his hand, felt Timmy's entrance tighten around his cock and he only needed one more thrust and came moaning loudly too, spilling his cum in Timmy's ass.
“FUCK!”
….
Nothing but catching their breaths.
…..
Timmy stretched, bending his whole body as if to trace his after-orgasm-feeling to his fingertips, grinning weakly at Armie in satisfaction.
Put his hand to Armie's face and kissed him lazily.
"That was fucking awesome."
Placing his lips on Armie's shoulder and letting every muscle in his body go limp, sinking down on top of Armie.
Armie took a deep breath, let his hand slide down Timmy's back, played lazily with Timmy's curls.
Just loved everything about this moment.
But then had to ask nevertheless.
"I didn't just get to enjoy this wonderful sex act now because you wanted to distract from the fact that you forgot to bring me something to eat, did you?"
Timmy's body tensed and his pouty "No..." against his shoulder sounded so adorably lied that Armie had to laugh out loud.
Timmy straightened up.
"It wasn't like that! I was so hot for you, I really wanted to see you, and it was already so late, and I just really wanted to see you, and that's why I forgot about getting you something, but I didn't want to distract from it. Ok, I just thought about whether I could maybe distract you, but then I imagined all the things we could do, and I became so much more horny that it wasn’t any question of a distraction, it was more an emergency, because I could not think of anything else and was just so damn horny.…!"
Armie just smiled.
Timmy screwed up his face, the sweetest guilty conscience imaginable. "Can you forgive me?"
And Armie said:
"If I get something like that in return, always."
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smartycvnt · 1 year
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Between a Rock and a Hard Place
Pairing: Nick Jackson x Reader Summary: You're faced with a difficult choice.
In life there were always choices. Some choices were easier than others. You had never really been an indecisive person, which was why your predicament with the Young Bucks was more difficult than it should have been. Matt was nice, and he had been one of your close friends for years. You didn't really know Nick all that well, but you couldn't deny the immediate spark between the two of you. Matt had noticed it as well, but that didn't stop him from continuing to try and convince you that you and him should give it a shot. You did want to give him a chance, but you knew that the timing wasn't right anymore.
Years before, you had wanted to be with Matt like he wanted you now. Time had passed though and you were different now. You didn't feel like a relationship was all that necessary for you anymore. Nick understood that, and despite feeling the same attraction towards you that you felt for him, Nick didn't push. Nick was fine letting you figure things out at your own pace, whereas Matt pushed a little more for the two of you to get together. Matt was always thinking about the future, which you admired, but you wanted to live more in the present. You had time to think about things like marriage and children without having to rush around and hastily put things together.
"I know that we agreed to tell Matt sometime before we have to come back, but he's coming over tonight, and I really don't want you to leave," Nick said. He looked at you apologetically, which was unnecessary since you knew it wasn't his fault. Matt had been kept away all week, and you knew that they didn't usually go more than a couple days without hanging out with each other. It was starting to look suspicious that Matt hadn't been invited over to Nick's. "Would you be okay with staying so we can all talk?"
"That's fine," you agreed. Nick let out a sigh of relief as he leaned forward to kiss you. You relaxed a little with the kiss, but quickly remembered what was going to happen at dinner. You'd have to break Matt's heart, which you weren't sure that you could do. Things with Nick were starting to look serious though, and you didn't want anything to get in the way of that. Nick left you to get ready while he made dinner. It was the little moments you had gotten to share over the past month together that made you certain you were making the right decision. Nick was a great boyfriend, and when the time came if that was what the two of you wanted, he'd be a good husband and father.
"Love is a crazy thing, Nick. The heart wants what the heart wants," you overheard Matt saying as you came downstairs. You paused, but it was too late to go back upstairs. Nick had caught your eye and was motioning you to join them. "And it's not like there are no feelings there, she admitted that she used to really like me."
"That was a long time ago," you cut in. Matt turned in surprise, a look of confusion quickly finding its way onto his face. Nick stepped past Matt and put his arm around your waist, hopeful that Matt would pick up on that subtle signal. "People change, they grow up."
"You grew out of me and into Nick?" Matt asked. You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly, unsure of what to say. Luckily, Nick seemed to have already picked out the right thing to say.
"It's not like that. None of us are the same as when we first met. You want different things than what you wanted back then Matt, and so does she. Maybe you guys would have worked out at another place in time, but there's someone else out there for you. This didn't come lightly, both of us have had to do a lot of thinking. We both love and care a lot about you, but we can't throw away a chance at being happy together because we're scared of hurting you." Matt shifted his weight back and forth between his feet. You could tell that he wanted to be mad, but Nick had made a great point. It wasn't fair for the two of you to give up what you wanted because Matt had taken too long in realizing that he liked you.
"Alright, when you put it that way I feel like an ass. If it's okay, I'd still like to stay for dinner. Maybe if you guys are free later, I can take you both out to celebrate. I'm really happy for both of you, I can't think of two people I'd like to see happier than you guys," Matt said. Nick dropped his arm from around you and walked over to hug his brother. You stood back and watched them until the guys pulled you in as well, claiming that you were practically one of them at that point. Nick had told you that even if Matt was upset, he'd still welcome you into the fold with open arms, and you were glad that your boyfriend was right.
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silversiren1101 · 1 year
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6. and 15 for mino x regill for the blossoming romance wp? 👀💕
6. asking them about their family
"What is Brastlewark like?" She asked suddenly, her face turning hot at her impulsiveness. Well, hotter than the whiskey had made it. They were huddled together beneath the single blanket she'd hastily grabbed from her chambers before they'd snuck out here to just... talk. It was kind of silly, really.
Two Hellknights old enough beyond their station to not need to feel any reason to 'sneak out' from their healers, but here they were, sitting on the inner battlements under the clear night sky, sharing a drink and enjoying each other's company.
She had no idea why she'd asked about his hometown so suddenly. It'd been quiet for sometime before.
"...It's been a long time since I've been there. I can't speak for how it is now", Regill responded, though she didn't miss the muted tone of his words.
Her heart sank a bit. She shouldn't have asked. He didn't speak of his blood family or his life before... but that was probably why she'd asked. He knew everything about her now and yet, she felt as if she hardly knew anything about him at all. All she knew was that he was from Brastlewark, like most Chelaxian gnomes. It was probably the only thing he had in common with his kinfolk, funny enough.
"It was loud", he continued, and she perked up, surprised he didn't let it fade to nothing. "Loud and exhausting. 'Things' happened, all the time..." He then sighed, and the sound of it squeezed like a vice about her chest. "A good half of it... burned. At the very start of the war."
Oh. Her eyes opened wide, and she turned to look down at where he was pressed against her side. He continued staring forward, and the melancholy in his eyes was undeniable.
"I haven't seen it since, nor spoken with anyone, since I left and joined the Hellknights."
To put an end to the madness.
Minovae didn't say or ask anything further. She merely pulled him in slightly closer and offered him the last of the whiskey.
15. finding excuses to be alone with each other
The frown on her face was palpable even across the meagre courtyard they were situated in - a little sphere of sanctuary here in Iz provided by her Banner. Regill watched her with a frown of his own, sharper than his usual dour glower. He quickly pieced together it was because of the man she was with, currently discussing things with her with a pomp and self-inflated pride.
The Prelate of Kenabres. Hulrun Shappok.
He hadn't even met the Prelate in person until recently, but he'd heard the stories- of the tales of viciousness and zealotry that had made people compare him to a Hellknight. Everything he'd learned since and from his experience with the man said that the comparison was unworthy - and that every true Hellknight should be insulted by it. Shappok was incompetency personified, nothing more than a cautionary tale about how paranoia can corrupt the champions of even the most virtuous gods.
Minovae, of course, maintained a face of practiced professionalism as Shappok continued speaking with her, pointing out places about the camp, but her tail betrayed her true feelings on the matter. It writhed and swished about, lashing out at any of the countless locusts and insects that'd managed to slip into the bubble. She undoubtedly despised the being in front of her, but knowing of his rank and history - and of course his heroism just earlier protecting the Banner while they could go after the Queen - made taking any immediate action against him difficult for her.
No matter, it would be dealt with later. She had more important things to worry about before then, and desperately needed a reprieve before they took on exactly one such of those matters: Deskari himself, entrenched deep into the center of Iz.
Regill strode confidently across that courtyard, all infallible purpose. He came to their 'conversation', one-sided as it was, and interrupted the Prelate without care.
"Commander, we have an urgent situation with the defenses toward the north bulwark. If you would co-"
Shappok responded exactly as expected: with a self-importance that suggested he thought himself above such interruption. "What?! Are you questioning how I've organized the defenses here? Who are-"
"Silence." Regill snapped sharply. Only then did he bother to turn and look up into the old inquisitor's face, who was looking at him in turn with insult and disgust, the bleaching gnome Hellknight. "This does not concern you, Prelate."
He said the title as if it were a grave insult.
"It doesn't!? And who are you, Hellknight?" Shappok scoffed, derision clear in his own tone. "As if you-"
"That is Knight Lieutenant Derenge, Hulrun." Minovae's own scathing tone split between them. Her expression had changed from that contained stoniness to outright narrow-eyed anger. "You would do well to remember, he is my second."
'He outranks you, you testament of obsolesce and inadequacy.' Though she was much too nice so say so in such terms, much less think of them to begin with.
"I-" Shappok sputtered, clearly taken aback. His gaze flicked rapidly between the two of them, in clear disbelief and then clear insult that this Hellknight had outranked him in the Mendevian Crusade. The one he himself used to lead in a sense, though two attempts back.
"Anyway, if there is an urgent matter, Derenge, please by all means, lead the way", she nodded towards him before returning the last of what attention she could bear to Shappok once more. "We can continue this later. If we must. Find Irabeth if I am not available. She has the authority to act in my place."
Because she outranks you now, too.
"...Understood, Commander." The Prelate responded with a shortness just before that of a growl.
With a dutiful nod and gesture for her to follow, Regill turned briskly on his heel and strode away, in a direction that could reasonably be construed as toward the "northern bulwark" - which was sufficient, by the way. Something she only grew suspicious of as he led her into one of the quieter, empty rooms just on the edge of the safe bubble provided by the Banner. She looked around, confused and exhausted, before those violet eyes locked with his, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of concern at how weary she appeared.
"... Ah. I see now." Even tired as she was though, the smile that twisted those lips, cracked in places from the battle to get here, was nothing short of radiant. "You know you did actually have me wor--UFH!"
The wind knocked out of her as he grabbed her by the cloak, pulled her down and shoved her backward into the cracked stone wall. He pressed her into such a bruising kiss she couldn't help but moan into it, stopping him in surprise before he surged against her rougher. Even rough and cracked and chapped as her lips were - and certainly his were no better - they, she, was irresistible.
A short reprieve... though not as short as initially planned. Just enough to keep her reminded of what she was fighting for - of what she needed to live for.
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Lie To Me
An Aaron Hotchner x reader series
Aaron Hotchner x Ozark Universe
The first part can be found here
This is PART 2
Part one gives you a brief description of the story and an intro to the characters in the Ozark universe; I've included pictures so you can better visualize the story along with the original character descriptions.
Warnings: cursing, alcohol, crime and mischief, fbi themes and situations, smut, penetration, unprotected sex, oral, f&m receiving, I think that's it
Word Count: 5.4 k
"I was going to see if you had plans later," he started, and before you could answer, Jonah did.
"She doesn't," he said cheerfully, and Hotch simply smirked back at you.
"Let's have dinner together."
You hastily agreed and he told you to come over around 7; your mind was racing with thoughts. You hadn't been alone with anyone in a long time, and you hadn't expected him to be so forward.
"He totally likes you," Charlotte said as you made your way inside. Surely they'd be okay across the street without you for a couple of hours. Charlotte was nearly grown, they didn't really need a sitter to begin with, but she was grounded and Marty didn't want her going anywhere.
"You think so?"
Jonah was the next to speak up.
"Yes. I could tell just by the way he looks at you."
You still weren't sure what to think, but you had to get ready. You went casual, since you were just going to his place, and soon enough it was time for you to walk over.
"You smell good," he said as soon as he opened the door, letting you come inside.
"So do you," he smelled manly and rugged and you loved it--something about him was so enticing to you.
"I figured since we're neighbors and we both just moved here, we could be friends."
He was mostly done cooking already, sitting you at the table so he could slide a plate in front of you.
"How'd you end up with Marty's kids?"
"How'd you know they're Marty's?"
He simply stared back at you over his plate, not sure how to answer you.
"They look like him."
It was true, they both bore an undeniable resemblance to their father; Wendy hated that neither of them looked like her.
"They're out of town. He asked me to keep an eye on them."
He nodded, and you ate dinner in comfortable quiet. He was a good cook, you made sure to tell him so.
"Not quite as good as you. That burger of yours put The Blue Cat on the map."
You blushed as he cleared the table, pouring you both a drink before he sat back down.
"Tell me about you. Why did you decide to come here?"
You told him all about your cousin inviting you out, even though she ended up leaving. You'd taken the lease over on her house, and gotten a job all in a week. Marty was the first friend you made, and you wouldn't have stayed if not for him convincing you not to let the hard times get you down. When your cousin left, you were ready to run right back home, but he talked you into staying.
"I'm starting school online in the fall to work around my job," you explained, and he raised his glass, waiting for you to do the same.
"Smart girl. You'll do great." He tapped his glass against yours before draining his, making you do the same. You talked for a little while longer before you decided to head home. He walked you to your place, ending the night with a brief hug. His arms had wrapped around you without a second thought as you got to your door, releasing you just as quick.
"You should have my number," he decided, exchanging information with you before he left for the night. Charlotte was waiting to hear how it had went, so you told her everything, the two of you on your bed like school girls as Jonah stood in the door way and rolled his eyes.
"Girls really get this way over guys?" He asked, confused at your behavior.
"He hugged her, Jonah! That's a big deal," it felt like a big deal to you too, but Jonah wasn't convinced.
"He asked to exchange numbers too," you told her, and she let out a squeal of excitement over your current situation.
"Oh yeah, he definitely likes you."
You spent the next day working, pulling a double with Charlotte. Jonah tagged along, sitting in a booth at his laptop. You'd just started to set everything up for opening when Ruth barged in, her eyes red from crying.
"I need to talk to you," she cried, pulling you towards the back of the restaurant so you could have some privacy.
"What's wrong?"
She shook her head, rubbing her eyes.
"The feds are watching Marty. They think I'm involved with whatever scheme he has going on," you were baffled because you had no clue Marty was into anything dangerous.
"The feds? How are you so sure?"
She explained how his lawyer paid a visit and told her if she wasn't loyal to Marty, there would be consequences. You thought Ruth knew a little more than she was letting on, because she seemed really worked up.
"Just calm down. They don't have anything on him, do they?"
She shrugged, checking behind you to make sure no one was listening.
"They think he launders money."
You weren't sure how he'd even manage it; he lived a normal life. You wondered if that had anything to do with why he was out of town--you weren't sure you wanted to know.
"Just keep your head down until all of this blows over."
Your day was spent waiting for a surprise visitor to warn you too, but they never came. You thought for sure it was because you weren't involved in any capacity. Ruth did a lot more for him than you did, and for much longer. She knew things about him you'd never know, because he wanted to make you a safe haven for his children. He didn't let anyone else watch his kids, not even Ruth.
You were getting ready to leave for the night when Charlotte approached you, whispering so Jonah wouldn't hear.
"You know, my dad says you're the only friend he has that he can trust."
You patted her on the back, leading her in the direction of the door so you could leave for the night.
"I'm glad he feels that way."
✨✨✨
"How's your little lover boy?" Ruth asked over your nightly beer. Marty was back in town, but he hadn't arrived yet, and considering how busy he'd been, you doubted if he would show at all.
"He wants to take me out," he'd asked you to go to dinner with him this weekend, and you'd made time in your schedule to go. You wondered if Marty was avoiding your get togethers because he was trying to keep the spotlight off of you and Ruth while he dealt with whatever he had going on. You trusted him not to involve you if it would jeopardize your safety.
"You're going, right?"
You nodded and she shot you a thumbs up, chuckling lightly under her breath.
"You deserve something good. I know things weren't so great back home." You hadn't exactly told her, but you didn't need to. She understood what you were trying to run away from and why.
"It only worries me that he showed up and started asking for Marty first thing."
That was one detail about Hotch you could never shake. His first sentence had been about Marty--he hadn't even greeted you.
"A lot of people know Marty. Maybe he wanted to be a business partner." Ruth had calmed down considerably since you met her. She used to be a time bomb. Now she was much more collected.
"Maybe. I like him." Admitting it made it feel more real for you, but it was the truth. You had no reason to lie to Ruth.
"I can tell. You've been different lately. Marty's noticed. He says something about it almost everyday."
You wondered if Marty's overprotective instincts had kicked in when it came to Hotch. You knew it wasn't jealousy. He had Wendy, and your relationship wasn't like that, although you'd been questioned about it before.
"I don't know how to explain it. He's a really nice guy," you were more than interested in him--he laced your thoughts daily, wondering what he might be doing, if he was thinking of you. He was good at being nonchalant, so you were never sure what he was really thinking.
"I think if it makes you happy, it tickles the shit out of me," she said, and at that point, you were tired of waiting on Marty. You drove home, Hotch's lights still on when you pulled up to the curb. You'd just gotten out of the car when he called to you, making you pause at the door.
"Hey," he jogged over to you, his jeans and t-shirt a nice change from his usual suit.
"You're up late," he was normally in bed by the time you got home, you always checked for signs of life at his place.
"I thought you might be home soon. I thought maybe you'd want to have a drink with me before bed," he offered you his hand and you took it, walking across the street with him. He didn't let it go until you were inside and he was letting you take a seat at the table, pouring you a glass of whiskey.
"So where are you taking me tomorrow?" There weren't a lot of options in your small town, but he looked like he had a plan.
"We're gambling."
There was only one place in town to do that, and it was on the Missouri Belle, Marty's casino.
"I've never been," you told him, and he seemed surprised to say the least.
"I just figured as friendly as you are with the Byrdes, they'd let you come all the time." There was something about the way he mentioned them that you didn't like; it was like he was jealous of Marty, and he had no reason to be.
"Nope, never."
✨✨✨
The next day, Hotch showed up to The Blue Cat during the lunch rush. You were buzzing around the dining room when you spotted him coming in the door and heading straight for the bar. You shot him a wave and a smile that he returned as he made his way to the bar.
"You really do run this place," he observed as he saw how well everyone worked together and how they all listened to you, even if it was Marty who hired everyone.
"Marty just doesn't like dealing with the place. I needed a job and he was looking for a way out."
He nodded, taking a long sip from the beer you'd given him,
"He trusts you."
It was rhetorical. Marty had no reason not to trust you. He was involved with some shady characters, including the Snells and some boys from Kansas City, but you were the least problematic of all of them. He even had to keep Ruth on a leash sometimes because she got ahead of herself and put Marty in some odd predicaments.
You came back with his food, noticing that the restaurant was clearing out quickly. Usually, the hours between 1 and 3 were the slowest. You were planning to leave when Charlotte came in after school because it was the weekend and she liked the money she could make.
"Ready to win some money later?" His eyebrow shot up, his hands outstretched in front of him, making you marvel at how big they were; you were starstruck momentarily as you admired him.
"Let's hope we win," you said, cleaning up a little while he ate. You didn't expect Marty to come through the door, scoping things out as the crowd died down.
"Charlotte says this place is on social media now and that's why it's so packed all the time."
You couldn't decipher his tone but you nodded anyway, showing him the Facebook page you'd made for The Blue Cat and how popular it was.
"Well I'll be damned," was all he said after, patting you on the back as he walked in the direction of the back, so you followed him.
"What would you think about music? Not the jukebox, but a playlist I put together for the place," you worried you might be trying to do too much, but he was looking through the books, nodding his head.
"You'll need a sound system. I'll have Jonah look into it before next week," he said, peering back at you for a moment before he sat his papers down.
"Ruth says you've got a date," he put his papers down and crossed his arms as he looked at you, expecting an answer.
"We're coming to the casino later."
He gave you a soft smile before crossing the room to stand in front of you, his hand on your shoulder.
"Just be careful."
That was all he said--he made you wonder what he might know about Hotch, given what Hotch knew about him. Hotch didn't seem dangerous, not like some of the people Marty ran around with that you knew weren't safe. You went back to the bar, surprised to see Hotch still sitting there.
"Y/n, I almost forgot," Marty came back around to the bar, handing you a set of keys.
"You'll need these. It's almost summer, and the cabin keys are on this set." He gave Hotch a look before he handed them to you, probably wondering why you had Hotch's undivided attention.
"Thanks, Marty."
He went to leave, but before, he turned around, shooting you one last wave.
"Have fun tonight. I'll see you later," was all he said, leaving you to guess what was wrong with him. He got weird every time Hotch was brought up in conversation, even if he wasn't, Marty had been acting weird about you dating. You figured it was just his paternal instincts wanting to keep you safe, but you couldn't be certain.
"You know, for someone who runs business the way he does, he seems really normal."
You were so sick of every man in your life having something to say about the other men that you encountered. It was clear Hotch and Marty didn't know each other, but they didn't like each other even the tiniest bit.
"You know, he's really not that bad," you defended, and Hotch put his hands up in surrender.
"I get it. He's nice to you--you have no reason to distrust him."
"And you do?"
You were afraid for what your snarky little question would earn you--an answer or defiance.
"I just know Marty woke up one day and had 4 legitimate businesses, including this one. That's either really good luck, or something else is going on."
You weren't sure why Hotch was so worried about it, his his mood shifted, his hand reaching for yours across the bar.
"I don't want to talk about Marty. I want to talk to you about how late I can keep you out," he gave you a genuine smile before lacing his fingers through yours, making your heart stop for a moment.
"Marty gave me the weekend off." You didn't have to be at The Blue Cat until Monday morning. You'd still go by and check on things, but you didn't actually have to clock in.
"So I'll come get you around 6. You're always working so hard, you deserve a night off," he left his usual tip and was waving goodbye, leaving you to clean up some before Charlotte came in.
"So I'll come by tomorrow and check on you around 1 or so, but other than that, you've got this," you told Charlotte as you went over opening and closing procedure. You made her a list so she didn't forget, and she was confident that she could do it. You'd end up checking in more than once, just because that's how you were, but you knew she could handle it. You were off to your place to get ready.
✨✨✨
"Wow," was all you could say as you looked around at the casino. Ruth had found you and brought you and Hotch a drink as soon as she spotted you, for good luck.
"Y'all just enjoy the rest of your night," she told you, leaning in so only you could hear, "He looks official."
He did look pretty spectacular in his dress shirt and blazer, no tie. The top couple of buttons were undone and it was driving you crazy. You wanted to reach out and brush his collar, but you thought better of it. He took your hand and led you to the roulette tables, where you did surprisingly well.
"You're good at this!" He cheered as you won again, Ruth clapping for you too on the sidelines when she'd pass by your table. You'd yet to see Marty, but Wendy was approaching you quickly to your right.
"Don't take all of our money," she joked, patting you on the shoulder, "You look so good."
Wendy was a hard woman to decipher. She was cold and calculated and because of this, she and Charlotte would often butt heads. You hated feeling like you were being made to choose, but the kids were your priority over Wendy--you didn't have as much business with her as you did with Marty. She could often times be hard to handle, a little too much to deal with, and the kids would need a break from her, always calling you.
"So do you."
She let you enjoy the rest of your night where you both walked away winning. You decided to stop while you were ahead and grab dinner too, opting to go to The Blue Cat so you could check on things. Charlotte sat you at the best table since things were slowing down some, and Hotch took your hand across it, his thumb brushing your open palm.
"I have a really good time when I'm with you," he said, and even though sometimes you questioned his motives about Marty, you enjoyed being around him.
"That makes two of us," you told him as you scanned the menu. You made a habit out of trying something different just so you wouldn't get bored of the items, but Hotch always got the burger.
"Could I convince you to come watch a movie at my place?" Both of his hands were toying with one of yours, making it look tiny with his as a backdrop.
"As long as you let me change," you were in a dress and heels, not exactly something you could watch tv in.
"You can wear something of mine," he offered, your food making its arrival, Charlotte tossing you a look as she spied the two of you getting comfortable with one another. She shot you a wink before disappearing to the back to start closing up.
"So where did you move from?" You realized you didn't know much about him and you wanted to change that.
"I grew up in Virginia. My mom still lives there, and I plan to go back and visit at some point, but I like it here."
You did too, even more so now that he was around.
"What do you do?"
He thought for a minute before telling you he was technically in the process of switching jobs.
"I work in law enforcement," he decided, leaving you to wonder what that meant. He was mysterious, and it intrigued you more than anything. You were always wondering how he'd answer a question, if he would give you what you were looking for.
"Sounds top secret," you pried when he didn't offer any further details, to which he shrugged in response.
"You'll find out if you stick around," you were finished with dinner, now the two of you were just talking at the table, postponing Charlotte being able to close the place down.
"I don't plan on going anywhere," you replied, making him blush slightly as he looked back at you.
"Let's get you home so you can change."
His clothes fit better than you anticipated, and you wasted no time climbing into his bed when he offered to watch the movie from there, sliding in at his side. It felt like something you'd done before, his arm around your shoulders as you leaned into him.
"You plan on running the Blue Cat forever? What are you going to school for?" You told him all about your passion, what you were focusing on and what you wanted to make a career out of. He listened intently, giving you every bit of his attention.
"Sounds like a solid plan. You're a good girl, you know. I knew you were special the minute I saw you," you weren't sure what he meant, because you saw yourself as normal, mundane. You weren't the kind to get attention from a man like him, but you enjoyed it nonetheless. It made you feel something different than all of the other guys you'd dated, or even talked to.
"I'm not really sure what you mean. I'm just--I'm just me," you said softly, but in seconds he was tugging your chin to look at him, his lashes long and dramatic as his eyes bored into yours.
"Just being you is enough."
When the movie was over, he offered for you to stay, giving you the side of the bed you were sitting on. You had cuddled the whole duration of the movie, the tv still on and playing softly as he laid on his back. You were on his shoulder, your arm tossed over his chest. He seemed comfortable, he hadn't moved in at least an hour. He turned to face you, his lips inches from yours. You held your breath as his fingers caressed your face, his thumb brushing your bottom lip.
"I think you are so beautiful," it came out as a whisper, hushed and only for you to hear. It was you who closed the gap between you, your mouth finding his in the darkness as his tongue moved against yours. He rolled over on his side so he could graze your sides with his hands, pulling you closer to him. His mouth was soft and tender against your own, turning you into a mess quickly. You made out like mad for a couple of minutes until he got brave enough to touch you, slipping his fingers past the hem of your shirt to feel the bare skin underneath. He came to hover over you, pinning you down with his hips as he started to grind against you, rotating his hips against your core, making you whimper.
"Do you want this?" He needed to hear it from you before he went any further, so you nodded profusely and he took off his shirt, letting you feel every inch of his scarred, sexy chest. His next objective was to undress you, tugging your clothes off in a frenzy until you were left in your underwear.
"Goddamn, you are gorgeous," he purred, unclasping your bra before his mouth ducked down and attached to your chest, his tongue swirling and flicking at your puffy, stiff nipples. He was crawling between your legs within seconds, your underwear at the foot of the bed as he spread your thighs open, bringing a single finger to your center. He drug it through your arousal before sucking it clean, making a satisfied hum as his finger fell from his lips.
"You taste as good as you look," he breathed as his tongue latched around your clit, making you cry out. He lapped and sucked at your throbbing pussy until you were wiggling against the bedsheets and moaning his name like it was your favorite word, and every second of it only fed his desire to keep going. You never expected him to be so eager to please, but every time you got audibly excited, it only generated more pleasure from him; he loved the sounds you made, the way you couldn't keep still.
"That's it, sweetheart, you look so pretty in my bed," he growled as he inserted a finger into you, pulling back long enough to watch your arousal coat him entirely before he slipped it into you, and then added another. He began to pump them into you slowly, curling at just the right angle to have you a quivering mess on the bed sheets.
"Can I feel you, sweet girl? I want to be inside of you so badly," he sounded so needy, his voice slightly pitchy as he sat up, palming himself through the fabric of his boxers.
"Please, Hotch," he shook his head, leaning forward to kiss you, before muttering against your lips.
"You can call me Aaron."
It took him a minute to get his boxers pulled down and to decide how he wanted you--he tucked your legs together and pushed them back, your feet in the air and your knees practically at your chest. You felt yourself sigh in anticipation, because it was a perfect angle and you couldn't wait for him to use you. He started slow, pressing into you gently so you could get used to him. There was a lot of him to adjust to, and you could already feel yourself gripping tightly around him as he eased into you.
"My fucking god," he said under his breath, closing his eyes as he bottomed out in you; he hadn't even moved yet, but you could feel him throbbing inside of you with desire. His hips slowly began rolling into you, making you grip the sheets, your lip pulled between your teeth.
"Feels perfect," you said weakly, his hand finding yours so he could lace your fingers together. It was intense, so fucking satisfying. You knew by the looks of him that he'd be able to fuck, but you had no idea he'd know to how to be slow and intimate, truly making it a memorable experience.
"You're perfect, sweetheart. I don't want to share you with anyone else," you liked that he was already getting attached to you--it made you feel a little less guilty for liking him so much and so quickly.
"You'll never have to share me. I'm yours if you want me," you told him, and he nodded before parting your legs momentarily to be able to come forward and kiss you.
"I want you so bad, truth be told, you're all I think about," it was like hearing your greatest wishes confirmed; he was smitten over you, and he didn't want to hide it.
"I feel the same way about you. Been thinking about you since we first met," you squeezed his hand as you came hard, your back arching off the bed as he praised you through your orgasm, making you feel like the prettiest girl on the planet.
"Everything about you is beautiful. You look so good when you cum for me," he whispered, speeding up just a little, but enough to have the pressure in your stomach building quickly.
"Aaron, it feels so good. I can't--" your body shook as you came again, his hand cupping your face as he looked down at you.
"It's okay, sweetheart. Let it go, give it to me. You can give it all to me," he assured you as you reached your climax once more, prompting his filling release into you. For a moment he sat there, the two of you pulsing against one another as you tried to calm your bodies down. He untucked your legs, sighing heavily as he slid out of you. He grabbed a towel and cleaned you off before he came back to the bed, his arms circling your waist to pull you close to him. He kissed your cheek, your jaw, and finally your lips, his hand resting softly on your face.
"I know you're a busy girl, but I'd really like some of your free time." It was sweet, whispered into your ear as he kissed at your neck, his fingers dancing along your bare skin.
"You can have all of my free time."
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