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Fluent Freshman - Part 17

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1. You do not talk about the Speakeasy in the basement 2. You DO NOT TALK about the Speakeasy in the basement

Those are two of the three cardinal rules of Eden’s Twilight both as a VIP customer and as an employee. The rest are more suggestions or requests that are fairly malleable depending on the night and the patron.

Andrew himself had broken the latter half of ‘Don’t be a dick or try anything with your dick on the club premises’ multiple times with Roland and then he’d broken it even further and with more vigor with Neil.

Roland had tried to bill them for the furniture in the break room and Andrew had been more than happy to use some of the blackmail he’d been holding onto to make it go away despite Neil’s repeated attempts to try and pay for it. “It’s my fault Andrew, I asked you to lay me there.” And “Allison didn’t warn me that it could stain fabric, she said it transferred really easily onto skin.” Had been waved away as Roland was happy to have those particular bits of blackmail out of play.

That being said Roland had come in despite the clear ‘occupied’ signs on the door and interrupted some of Andrew’s finest work a few weeks ago (His from? Excellent. His pacing? Excellent. His angle? Excellent. The noises Neil had been making? Perfection.)

Roland still couldn’t look at Neil without his eyes wandering where they shouldn’t so Andrew had a guest pass for the speakeasy waiting for him at the bar to make up for that wandering eye.

Which meant that he could take FF down to the speakeasy tonight. He was sure that FF would pass muster and be able to come without a pass after the night, he was just the kind of guy that they liked to have down there.

It would all be so simple if it weren’t for the third cardinal rule of Eden’s Twilight.

3. Nicky Hemmick is not allowed to know about the Speakeasy.

When Nicky had worked at Eden’s he’d been popular but he’d also talked about all sorts of secrets. He spilled tea like Aaron had spilled drinks.

So the club had done what it had to do in order to protect the incredibly select and private feature of their club:

They lied about what was down there and then they committed to that lie.

So the day came and Nicky was looking at the door with a guard next to it, “Where does that go?” He asked.

“It’s an exclusive club for straight swingers to meet and swap.” The lie rolls off of Roland’s tongue like the truth.

Nicky made a disgusted face. “Straight people.” He said shaking his head and then Roland swiftly made some purchases to sell his lie and offered the guard Frank an additional $5 an hour if he was willing to change his uniform.

Nicky Hemmick has never gone near the door since then and it is considered a success for the record books by all of the staff and VIPs in the know.

Which is why Andrew had needed a plan to pry Nicky off of FF for the night.

Nicky and FF had spent the entire time at Sweeties elbowing one another and laughing (well Nicky laughed and FF tolerated all of Nicky’s jokes and implications stoically), Nicky had been sticking with FF like he was one of the various flecks of glitter that stuck to FF after the freshman had slept in Nicky’s bed.

Before he’d gotten FF dressed up Nicky had made a solemn oath, “You and me Smithy, we’ll dance the night away!” Nicky had exclaimed.

“I’m good thanks.” FF said, “You know what will happen if I dance.” He says and Nicky grimaces as if remembering something painful. He wonders if FF just isn’t a good dancer or if the consequences of someone bumping into him were as painful as they were when someone bumped into Andrew on the dance floor.

“Well, then you and me will just have to spend the entire night chatting in the booth Smithy!” Nicky had smiled as if he wasn’t fucking up Andrew’s plans to take FF down to the speakeasy where they could sit without the headache inducing music that Nicky, Aaron, and even Kevin (he claims Stockholm syndrome) claim to love.

So, Andrew had needed to find a way to get Nicky to a state where he would be compelled to dance and leave FF alone for the night.

There are exactly three sure-fire ways to get Nicky Hemmick to become a slave to the dance floor.

1. You have to play his favorite music and Andrew doesn’t know if there’s enough blackmail in the world to get Roland to force a DJ to play nothing but Nicki Minaj’s Super Bass, Gasoline by Daddy Yankee, or Usher’s DJ’s Got Us Fallin’ In Love (his three current obsessions) on a loop for the entire night. (Bust)

2. You are Erik Klose and you want to dance. This option was unlikely due to Erik currently (as far as Andrew knew) being in Germany. (Bust)

3. Nicky has taken some party drugs. (Feasible)

So, Andrew may have been the one that had reminded both his brother and Nicky about Cracker Dust on their way to the car. Neil shoots him a look he ignores because Andrew hasn’t really pushed or mentioned Cracker Dust in almost a year.

It was something that they had all gotten off of for various reasons the year prior.

Neil had never started, Andrew had his deal with Neil, Kevin wanted to cut back on the substances he was abusing and he was not going to be giving up alcohol anytime soon, Aaron had needed a squeaky clean image for the trial, and Nicky had given it up in solidarity.

Aaron had been bemoaning that he had forgotten to get any the last four times they had gone to Eden’s so, really, Andrew was just being a thoughtful brother when he’d reminded his cousin.

So when they park the Maserati and head into the club it is no shock that after the first round of drinks (Neil & FF both had bottled waters) Nicky whips out the sandwich baggy he had gotten from FF and hands Aaron his share.

In a turn of good luck a bass heavy remix of Flo Rida’s Club Can’t Handle Me started playing and the only thing Nicky did was squeal, kiss FF’s cheek, and drag Aaron out onto the dance floor.

And then there were three.

***

FF had NOT been able to figure out where the hell the bathrooms were.

It might be due to the fact that his stomach is trying to stage a revolt against him but he’s pretty sure he’s forgotten how to read English. There are no other languages around  for him to see if this illiteracy has spread to other languages.

He wonders it he brought out his katakana flashcards if the lines would blur or if his brain would be so filled with the unrelenting desire to go to the bathroom that his Professor would wonder how he ever got full marks on his midterm.

Maybe clubs didn’t have signs that pointed to the bathroom? Was he supposed to go up and ask that bartender that Andrew kept going to? Was it like a gas station where he had to ask for keys?

Oh god Captain Neil just asked him something.

When the hell did Nicky lea-

Oh Dj’s Got Us Falling In Love is playing. Nicky is definitely on the dance floor. FF has yet to escape Nicky grinding on him whenever this song happens to come on the radio he is sure that someone right now out on the dance floor is suffering the same fate that he has 3-4 times a week.

He wonders if Nicky will call Erik like he usually does when it comes on outside of the club.

At least it’s super hard to hear in this club if Nicky takes a seat next to him and starts gushing to Erik in German.

Oh god Captain Neil just asked him something and he just remembered that this would be the second time Captain Neil has asked him something.

If there was one weakness in FF’s foreign language arsenal it is that he has a hard time processing language when surrounded by loud sounds. If he knows what language they’re talking in he can sometimes get by on reading lips (does that count as another language? Probably not) but Captain Neil speaks like four languages fluently and his Spanish is getting better and better every-

Oh god Captain Neil and Andrew just asked him something and he still hasn’t answered the other two times.

“I can’t hear you!” He calls out and hopes they can at least understand HIM.

Andrew rolls his eyes and bumps Captain Neil’s shoulder with his own. He sees Andrew whisper something to Captain Neil before pointing somewhere in the distance.

OH

They had noticed his obvious plight and were going to show him to the bathroom!

That was nice.

Maybe Nicky had asked them before his songs came on.

Andrew and Captain Neil are out of the booth and Andrew juts his chin off in a certain direction. FF does NOT need to be told twice, he’s more than happy to follow Andrew to the bathroom like some pre-schooler following their mom. These are desperate times.

So Andrew and Captain Neil guide him across the dance floor and…sure enough Nicky is grinding on some other guy who looks like he’s in heaven and he thinks he can see Aaron’s pale arms flying uncoordinatedly all over the place somewhere in the middle distance.

FF finds himself with Captain Neil and Andrew in a hallway. There’s a guard in front of the door with a bizarre pineapple shirt (why are they all upside down?) on but FF hadn’t even dressed himself tonight so he really shouldn’t judge.

“Minyard, Josten, and one guest.” He can hear Andrew say now that they’re away from the loud thrum of the music.

How fancy is this bathroom?

The man looks at Andrew, Captain Neil, and then FF. There is a visible head-to-toe inspection when he hits FF and whatever the man sees must past muster.

“Acceptable. You know the rules.”

Rules?

Wash your hands?

Don’t piss on the floor?

Let staff know if the urinal is low on ice?

FF hoped the rules would be posted in easy to understand pictures because his ability to read the English language was still heavily hampered at the moment.

Why is the handle to the door an upside pineapple too? Did someone install it wrong? Also Eden’s does not give off a very tropical vibe so why would they pick that?

The door opens and-

Oh.

Those are stairs.

Oh.

Andrew’s taking him to the basement.

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#Fluent Freshman AU #Neil at the booth: Hey Smith how you doing? #FF staring through time and space: .... #Neil to Andrew in Russian: I don't think he's having a lot of fun up here #Andrew to Neil: He said it isn't really his scene #Neil turning back to FF: Hey Smith do you wanna go somewhere quieter? #FF briefly stares at Neil before his gaze returns to the far off future: ..... #Andrew: I don't think he can hear you #Neil: Hey Smith! Can you hear me? #FF looking at them again: I Can't Hear You! #Andrew: Told you. #AFTG #AFTG OC #AFTG AU #My Fics #FF - Pt.17

[wonchaconne]

His First Time

[Uni ff] 18+ minors dni!! SMUT.

quiet shy experienced reader X popular inexperienced Jungwon

Sub!jungwon

Jungwon is really popular in uni, he’s always got crowds almost everywhere he goes. There’s lots of rumours of how good Jungwon is in bed but he had only really only ever made out. You’re the opposite of Jungwon, you’ve always been the shy quiet one, you have a small friend group. You and Jungwon became friends when he join. Your small friend group. He have always find you very cute, especially when you’re shy. but you both switch when you’re in bed

You heard a knock as you were sitting in bed waiting, when you open the door it was not who you thought it was.

It was jungwon, you have been helping him with his classes a lot but he was not who you were expecting to come tonight. Your cheeks grew red when you realised you’re wearing your silk nightgown.

Jungwon’s surprised to see you dressed like that when he have only seen you wearing soft clothing style.

“Jungwon? I didn’t know you were coming”

“sorry it’s late but can you… help check my assignment, it’s due tomorrow” you were expecting him to have many questions, you’re glad that was all he said. You quickly put of a robe over you and start preparing your desk. You thought it’s just a read through, it shouldn’t take that long.

Jungwon sat on the bed watching you prepare the study desk.

Leaning on your bed his eyes focus to your breasts see your hard nipple in the cold room, he shifted around the bed a bit. Forming a bludge on his pants, he change his sitting positing to try to sit comfortably, not know how to deal with it and just trying to hide it from you.

You called him over to the desk, as you were telling about how to make his paragraph better you noticed his eyes couldn’t stop staring at you. He’s so hard it aches, finding it hard to focus on what you’re saying.

“Jungwon are you listening or not? you’re staring into space”

“maybe we can do this another day” you looked at him confused.

“Didn’t you say it’s due tomorrow?”

“I don’t need your help anymore, I’ll just do it myself” you rested your hands on his thighs,

“Wonie I don’t want you to fail this class, you barely passed last time”

He shifted uncomfortably from the sudden touch on his thigh. Your eyes drawn to the bulge in his cock tenting his sweatpants. You tried to hide your smile. He blush, embarrassed at what’s happening.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to help?”

You say as you press your hands on his painfully large bludge. He let out a small moan before he stop himself, covering his mouth feeling embarrassed.

He have never been in this situation before but he felt comfortable enough around you to admit that. He stopped your hand, “I’ve never…. done anything like this”

“What do you mean?” You’ve never seen Jungwon shy before.

“I’ve never had sex before”

You were taken back, the popular jungwon, the jungwon you constantly hear rumours of how good he is in bed… is a virgin?

You thought for a moment,

“Do you want me to teach you?” Jungwon nod softly.

he leans to you kissing you, “please teach me” he said when you both pull apart.

You weren’t expecting tonight to go this way but he seems so desperate.

“Are you sure?” You ask him one more time “yes please”

You give him one more kiss before you pull him up from the chair and push him on you bed. You take your robe off and start going on your knees in front of him. He couldn’t believe what was happening, he have know you as a shy quiet person, it made him think how much he doesn’t know you at all. To know how to do any of this means you’ve already done it, but with who?

Your mouth waters as you stroke his inner thigh. He watch the way you’re touching him, his hand rests on the bed sheets. You untie the strings of his sweatpants. You pull it down to reveal his cock, it was flush red, hard and aching, so needy for you. you slowly lean forward and give small kisses to the tip of his cock, jungwon let out a hiss. You lick his precum swallowing the milky liquid in your tongue with a content sigh.

“You taste so good won” you murmured, his cheeks crimson red with the compliment.

Jungwon’s cock twitch under your gaze, you almost let out a small moan. You lean forward pressing many kisses before you run your tongue up the underside of it. His cock hot and heavy on your tongue as you trace over him. Jungwon letting out loud moans, “ah fuck that feels so good”

Jungwon’s eyes widen, his mouth opened, when you put his cock around your lips, entering your hot mouth. You start bobbing you up and down in a short pace. Jungwon groans, his cock twitching between your lips as you suck him. You looked at him, jungwon almost comming right then and there. You slipped him from your mouth to catch a breath before giving kisses around the tips of his cock. “You’re doing so good wonie”

You hummed as you run your lips around his cock. You smile hearing his whiny moans. You lick your lips keeping your eyes on him, you dipped back down wrapping his cock around your lips again. You began to slide down deeper, jungwon let’s out the a loud moan, his had grips the bed sheets. Jungwon bucks his hips upwards, his groan getting louder and heavier, he’s close to cumming. “fuck ah you feel so fucking good”

You start to think of how good his cock feels right now, your cunt throb at the thought of his cock between your thighs after all this. You begin to moan around him, his hand flew down to your head as he push you down. “I’m going to cum”

Jungwon gasped and let out a long moan also moaning out your name. He tossed his head back as he came in your mouth, you take everything he gave you. Jungwon watch you in amuse as you shut your eyes relished his taste, he slowly slide his cock out of your mouth seeing his cum dribble in the corners of your lips. You gather it with your thumb and slipped it in your mouth.

He leans down giving you a long kiss. “Oh god that was perfect” jungwon said panting.

You climb on his lap, running your hands through his hair “You did so well for me won” you give him small kisses trailing down to his collar bones, he let out a moan. He help you take your dress off, tossing it across the room. He lean over you your breasts giving soft kisses going up to your neck. You moan as he finds your sweet spot licking and sucking on it leaving a mark. You let his had explore every inch of your body. You pull his shirt off, revealing his abs. You can feel his breathing increase, you’re so wet at the sight. You ran your hands up his abs.

“Do you want to taste me?” He nods

“Yes, I want to taste you” you switch position, he’s now on top of you, god he’s so fucking attractive right now. He kiss your stomach before making his way down to you cunt. You let out a moan as his tongue was on you, lapping at your folds and drinking your juice.

“fuck, you sure you haven’t done this? You’re so good” you moan, you lay your hands on his head, his tongue is everywhere, circling your clit, tracing your folds, dipping into your hole. Your thighs trembled around his head, he’s so fucking good at this. His cock grew hard again hearing your moans and compliments. You toss your legs over his broad shoulders. He slip his fingers inside of you. You’re starting to get close to your climax “I’m coming” you let out a long moan before you came. He lift his head up “how did I do?” He ask as he lick his lips.

“You’re so fucking good won” both of your lips connect, he kiss you passionately.

You sat up on him again grinding your cunt on his hard cock. “Are you sure you want this?” he let out a whimper,

“yes please I want you to fuck me” you stop to reach over to your nightstand and get a condom, he look over at your drawer seeing the amount of condoms you have. He began to have questions, how many times do you have sex? With who?

You rip you the metal foil and roll it on his cock. You grab his cock, guiding it to your cunt. He slowly push into you, you both let out loud moans. He start to thrust in and out of you. With every thrust jungwon moans, you realise how vocal he is during sex. 

Jungwon’s brows furrowed, his lips parted open as he fuck you. this being Jungwon’s first time is insane because of how good he is already at it. Your head lean close to Jungwon’s head, his wet hair sticking to your forehead, your hand resting on his broad shoulders. His hand found its way to your breast, softly squeezing it. He could feel you getting tight around his cock, he moan out your name “ah I’m coming” he said

“Me too” you tried to say before you gasp, Jungwon starts fucking you harder. After a few more thrusts you both came.

You laid next to jungwon on the bed. “How was it” you ask still panting.

“It was fucking perfect” you lean to give him a kiss in his forehead.

————————

You watch Jungwon asleep on the bed when you hear your phone ring.

“I’m sorry, something came up, yeah next week sounds great” Jungwon woke up to your voice talking to the phone.

“Who’s that?” He asked rubbing his eyes, sitting up on the bed.

“It was no one, anyways we didn’t get to finishing fixing your work” you gave him a soft smile, getting the desk ready. Jungwon wondered if that’s who you were waiting for last night. The thought of you fucking another guy just gets under his skin. From now on only he can fuck you. All those condoms will only be for him, he wants to make sure of it.

“Will you be my girlfriend”

————a/n—————

Jungwon becomes dom after that :)

Hii!! This is my first time writing smut…

I’ve never written anything like this, comment any mistakes!!<3

Also I’ve never done dirty talk so I didn’t include it here but in the future I will!!

#jungwon smut #enhypen smut #jungwon #enhypen #enhypen hard hours #jungwon hard hours #sub!enhypen #sub!jungwon #kpop #jungwon fluff #kpop smau #kpop smut #ff #yang jungwon #jungwon ff #jungwon x y/n #jungwon x reader #jungwon x you #jungwon x female reader

[hannie-dul-set]

HOME FOR THE BITCHLESS [3].

SYNOPSIS. wherein your friend offers a room for you to crash in while your dorm is being renovated, but fails to mention that your new housemates don’t know how to talk to women (oh, and they also have an ongoing bet about you, too).

PAIRINGS. choi soobin, choi beomgyu, lee heeseung, park jongseong, sim jaeyun, park sunghoon x female! reader. GENRE. housemates! au, rom-com, sitcom, reverse harem time baby. WARNINGS. mild terrorization, sunghoon has a mental breakdown, beomgyu thinks shoulders are inappropriate, swearing. WORD COUNT. 3.2k.

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NOTE. i like to call this the sunghoon chapter. the rest of the boys will get their own chapters too in the future, pls tell me who your favorite boy is so far 😔.

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CHAPTER 3 — it takes a lemon related accident to get a man to talk.

TODAY IS THE DAY YOU FINALLY FIND OUT WHAT PARK SUNGHOON’S FUCKING DEAL IS. You can only go on for so long of nothing but ominous eye contact and two-worded conversations before you start considering manslaughter (three weeks). You’re going to make him tell you what his goddamned problem is within today even if he ends up punching you in the face (because he always looks like he’s on the brink of doing that, anyway).

The first step to this operation is observation. You have been discreetly watching him this past week, taking note of his daily routine and there are two notable things that you have discovered— one, he leaves his room every single day at three in the afternoon, and two, he returns home at nine in the evening. That’s enough information for you to work with. You have this thing in the bag.

Your next step is preparing for battle. By one in the afternoon, you’ve already showered, blow dried your hair, and dressed in the prettiest outfit you quickly pulled from your closet (a nice chiffon maxi skirt paired with a lacy camisole because nothing lowers a man’s guard better than bare shoulders). You even put on makeup today. If this plan ends up being a failure, you’re going to kill Sunghoon and then yourself.

“You look pretty today,” Jay informs you when you invade his room for the sole purpose of having an outfit check in front of his full-length mirror. “I mean, you’re always pretty. It’s just you’re even prettier today. Like when even though you always make rose tteokbokki for your friends everyday, for some reason the color is just a lot more vibrant this day and it looks extra delicious?”

“Thanks.” You give him a pat on the back and exit the room.

Right when you start climbing up the stairs back to the third floor, your two-forty five alarm goes off. Perfect. It’s all going according to plan. You position yourself in the small space between your room and his, leaning against the archway with a feigned air of nonchalance. 

The familiar click of a lock breaks the silence. You prepare to strike.

“Hey.”

It’s almost funny how Sunghoon immediately flinches at the sound of your voice, but you’re not here to laugh. You’re here to strike a conversation because for some reason, that’s completely impossible with the guy you’re currently staring down. He’s already recovered from the initial shock. You push through even though he’s scaring you shitless. “Can we talk for a sec?”

Apparently, you cannot talk for a sec because Sunghoon immediately starts walking, but you’ve foreseen this. You know he’d ignore you so you quickly kick your foot against the other side of the opening, barricading him inside this small corner with an outstretched leg. 

Bam!

“I asked if we could talk.”

You watch as his eyes fly open in shock, taking a step forward only to jump back from your rather aggressive obstruction. Your arms are crossed, waiting for him to finally open his fucking mouth and surrender. He’s got nowhere to run.

Or, so you thought. Because he does have a way to run, and that is under your leg when he slides underneath as if it’s a fucking limbo stick. It gets a little breezy under your skirt when he skids right by. What the fuck. Is the idea of having to talk to you really that abhorrent to him? Are you seriously considering chasing after him right now?”

“Hey, wait!”

Yes, you are.

Sunghoon is fast. He’s running and running down the hall, down the stairs to the second floor, and you’re right at his fucking heels. You’ve prepared endlessly for this day and you have no intentions on letting him slip away like a slimy lizard. However, you might have made some flagrant miscalculations with your physical abilities, because the moment you reach the bottom floor, Sunghoon is widening the gap, and you’re just about to hack out your lungs and die.

How much stamina does this bastard have? Heeseung emerges from Jake’s room the moment Sunghoon speeds by, and you just barely manage to hold onto the door for support before you give up and start panting. “What’s going on? Are you two playing tag?”

You collapse to the ground. This is too much cardio. “No, I’m trying to kill him,” you say in between bated breaths. “But nevermind, I can’t do this anymore. Can you help me up? I can’t feel my fucking legs.”

When you look up at Heeseung, you notice that he’s brought a brick form of Iron Man from your friend’s room, cradling the red and yellow figure to his chest as hesitant eyes stare down at you with flushed cheeks. “I—I can. I can help,” he chokes out.

“Then help me?”

He simply stares at the arm you have reached out, waiting in the air for his retrieval. You sigh, holding onto the door instead to pull yourself up. Honestly, you shouldn’t have expected anything. “Heeseung, are you mysophobic?”

“What? No, what makes you say that?” The fact that looks relieved that you gave up on him plucks on your irritation. “I love my gay friends.”

You blink. “Nevermind. Can you at least tell me where Sunghoon is going? He usually leaves the house at this time, so I’m curious. Do you have an idea?”

“Oh, he has work,” he answers. “Hoon has the afternoon shifts at The Lounge. I think he works all days on weekdays.”

The Lounge is a cafe near your university (not that you’ve been there. Overpriced ice coffee isn’t exactly within your weekly budget). It’s a little far from this neighborhood and as far as you can recall Sunghoon goes to a different uni for sports medicine, so you’re not sure why he’s working there out of all places. “Alright. Thanks.” You’re careful not to brush against Heeseung when you pass by. One day, you’ll be dealing with him and his suspected germ problem with you, but at the moment your plate is still full with a different problematic male.

You fish for your wallet and phone in your room before crawling back downstairs. However, just when you’re about to grab your sandals from the foyer, you’re stopped by Beomgyu blocking your path. He’s leaning against the wall, waving the PD&J in front of your face (Jay was onto something when he gave it that nickname). “Pay up,” he demands. All these men are stressing you out.

“Why?”

For the sake of maintaining an amicable relationship with your housemates, you surrendered your jar monopoly and agreed that you’d all be using the money for additional grocery budget. However, you do not understand why the fuck you have to pay up now.

“Indecent attire,” is Beomgyu’s justification.

“Beomgyu, my tits aren’t even out.”

He parrots your statement in an annoying voice and you desperately want to punch him. If he wants to pick a fight, he should at the very least hide his blushing and look you in the eye. Your battle armor is working a little too well. “Move. I have another bastard to chase down.” But you don’t have time for him. Goddamnit, you have more men to confront after you’re done with Sunghoon. You shove past Beomgyu and leave the house, on your way to The Lounge with an unshakeable determination to fuck Park Sunghoon up.

It takes you a good twenty minutes to arrive at The Lounge, but you don’t walk in the cafe immediately. Through the large front windows, you spot Sunghoon serving a tray of drinks to some customers behind the counter. Oh, so he can be a normal person if he wants to. He’s even smiling and shit (he has a pretty smile. Why doesn’t he smile at you like that). With a huff, you push open the entrance and bulldoze through the door, stomping up to the counter while planning out your order in your head.

“Welcome! How may I hel—” Sunghoon’s customer service smile glitches when he realizes it’s you. “—he-help you?”

“Hi! Can I have an iced americano without the ice?”

“I’m—I’m sorry?”

You give him the sweetest, honey-dipped stretch of the lips that you can muster. “Iced americano. No ice. Oh, and can you get rid of the espresso shot, too?” 

Sunghoon tries to clarify your order. You talk in circles until you finally settle with a glass of lemonade. This is the first time you’ve heard him talk this much which is honestly such a shame because he really does have a nice voice. Unfortunately, he goes mute around you unless his literal job actually requires him to communicate.

He scribbles your name onto the plastic cup and he asks if you don’t mind waiting. You settle on the table nearest to the counter because you want to keep stressing him out. He is. He has been very stressed from the moment you entered the store and it’s evident from how you hear a resounding swear from his workstation when he accidentally puts in too much lemon reserve in your cup and has to remake your drink.

You thought he’d finally gotten over his bad habit of staring, but you catch him flashing looks at you from time to time and at the moment— it’s rather prolonged. He’s looking at you so intently as he puts on the cup sleeve and calls out your name. You fear that you might have made a mistake because if there’s anything you know well about Sunghoon, it’s the fact that he has a very intense and very intimidating stare.

Like right now, as he continues staring when you get up from your seat to retrieve your drink. Seriously, what’s his fucking problem? You intend on staying here until the end of his shift and maybe corner him in the alley next to the cafe. You might be mildly afraid of him, but you’re not a pussy. You’re gonna settle this once and for all.

“Here’s your order.”

Sunghoon hands over your lemonade but for some reason, he doesn’t let go. You furrow your brows, pulling the cup towards you but it’s like his fingers are glued to the sleeve. He looks like he wants to say something, playing tug of war on your drink as he stalls, but you’re really getting annoyed now. A sharp tug on your end has the drink slipping out from both of your hands— painting a nice, yellow tinted splash all over the top that Beomgyu deemed indecent.

Now, it actually is indecent.

You’re speechless. Sunghoon’s face is flushed scarlet. Thank fucking god you ordered a cold drink.

Things weren’t supposed to go this way.

It’s not yet time for his break, but Sunghoon is already pacing back and forth in front of the breakroom, biting on his thumbnail as a mixture of anxiety and shame floods through his veins after royally screwing up. Fuck, he fucked up. He’s absolutely, absolutely, violently fucked himself in the ass and he has no idea how to salvage this.

He just wanted to apologize for sliding under your skirt earlier at the house, but the words wouldn’t jump out of his fucking mouth so he tried stalling and ended up giving you an unscheduled, lemon-flavored bath. His voice just stops working. It goes into total shutdown when he’s looking at you. It’s pathetic.

Normally, he can talk to people just fine. He gets into arguments with his sister over the phone on a daily basis. Hell, it’s even routinary for him to tell Jay to eat shit.

But something about pretty girls with equally pretty smiles makes it harder to string together sentences, okay?

And It’s not just a him problem. All of your house residents can’t talk to you normally, either, but he doesn’t want to stutter like a dumbass in front of you like Soobin and Heeseung hyung. Jake doesn’t count because he doesn’t even perceive you as a woman.

However because of that fear, he ends up not saying anything altogether. It’s hopeless. He’s as good as out of the running for the fucking bet they called (not that he thought he had a chance to win, anyway).

The breakroom door clicks open. He jitters on the spot.

“Sunghoon?”

Your head pops out from the crack in the door, your now clothed shoulder also peeking through. When you walk out, you’re now wearing the spare top he’s supposed to change into after his gym session later. Now that shirt is on you, and it isn’t helping his you-triggered state of emergency at all. “Thanks for the change of clothes.”

“I—I remade your drink.” For the second time. “Sorry about that.” Okay. You’re doing great, Sunghoon. You’re so cool, so awesome, and if you keep this up, you’ll be home free. You can do it.

You chase the straw with your lips. Why is he staring at your lips? “Sorry for spilling my drink all over me, or sorry about running away from me earlier like I had an infectious disease?”

He gulps. You’re really not making it easy for him to talk to you.

“Look, I think Heeseung acting as if I had cooties is enough of a constant attack to my pride. I might actually snap if you start avoiding me like the plague, too. Seriously.” Sunghoon remembers that he also twisted your arm at one point. He should add that to his list of apologies.

“Th—that wasn’t my intention. I was just afraid of running late.”

“Sure,” you scoff. “That doesn’t explain why the fuck you keep staring at me like you want me dead, though.” Looks like he has a lot more to apologize for. “Sunghoon, be honest. Do you have a problem with me? Like, have I done anything to offend you or something?”

“No, of course not!” he exclaims. “It’s just that—”

And like usual, his voice breaks down. Out of order, like a rundown machine. This is the fucking problem, it’s always the fucking problem, but he can’t just tell you that you make him feel nervous, can he? He can’t tell you that his vocal chords rupture when you’re around, making it impossible for him to talk, so he resorts to staring and staring and staring and hoping that if he stares long enough, you’ll somehow read his mind and get the idea of what he wants to say. 

That clearly hasn’t been working. In fact, it’s making things worse so he has to come clean and oh god, you’re gonna think he’s so lame and he’ll never live past this moment until the day he dies a miserable, lonely death. 

It’s the 21st century— why isn’t mindreading an freaking option yet? You look so genuinely upset that he can feel his heart clench up like an asshole. He should just rip his eyes out to repent.

“I’ll...try to stop staring, I’m sorry.”

“No, that’s not the problem, Sunghoon.” Your tone is filled with exasperation and he’s just driven further into guilt. “I have a feeling that you simply just have an unfortunate case of the resting bitch face, but you know what would help? If you actually say ‘hi’ instead of just ominously staring at me. That way I’d know you’re not preparing to throttle me.”

Is his blank expression really that bad? His brows furrow. He’s never gotten any bad feedback about his face before.

But here he goes again. Thinking his thoughts instead of speaking out loud. You let out a sigh and he feels infinitely worse, but he can’t keep stalling because he has to get back to work, and his co-worker is already giving him impatient looks, and he feels like talking is only making things worse. “Can you wait for a while? My shift isn’t over yet, but my break is in thirty minutes.”

“Yeah, sure. Sorry for disturbing you.”

While he’s making drinks and serving customers, Sunghoon makes sure to plot out his entire explanation speech so that you won’t think he’s entirely pathetic. But thirty minutes go by so quickly and the moment his break arrives and he’s pulling out the chair in front of you, all the paragraphs he’s carefully constructed disappear into nothing. Gone. Head absolutely empty save for the thought that this almost feels like a date. But this is not a date. This is a fucking interrogation.

“Say your piece.”

You don’t even give him a chance to prepare. You’re ruthless.

“Well—” So, he starts. He skips over the part that you make him nervous but that aside, he makes the confession that although he does find it difficult to talk to you due to a certain, specific, undisclosable reason (because you’re a girl and you’re pretty), he definitely isn’t plotting your murder, and Sunghoon’s cadence becomes slower, a lot more jagged when he notices the expression on your face. You’re smiling, but it’s not the pretty smiles you usually give him. This one feels a lot more ominous. Is this how you feel when he accidentally stares at you for too long? Should he be scared?

“—And that’s it, but why...why are you looking at me like that…?”

“It’s nothing.” It’s definitely not nothing. Sunghoon’s eyes follow your movement as you rise from your seat. “What kind of drinks do the rest of the guys like?”

“Jay likes americanos and Soobin hyung— wait.” He’s also up now. He doesn’t know he’s standing up, but he is. “You’re leaving already?”

“Do you want me to stay?”

At this point, you’re just doing this on purpose. What the fuck is he supposed to say to that? “Are we good…now?” hesitantly, he tries to make sure. Something is off and he knows it.

“Yeah. We’re good,” you hum, finishing up your lemonade and leaving it on the table. “See you at home. Oh wait, the drinks.” Sunghoon feels uneasy with this conclusion, but he wordlessly follows you to the counter anyway and takes your takeout orders. You’re just gonna go? Why aren’t you making fun of him for being a loser? Why are you just taking the drinks from him without mentioning anything? 

“Thanks. I’ll come by more often,” you tell him, and it just furthers his confusion. “I can also bring some of my friends so you can keep practicing how to talk to pretty girls. Oh, this latte is yours.”

Ah.

Of course.

There it is.

“Hoon?” You wave a hand in front of his eyes. “Sorry, am I making you nervous again?”

Sunghoon wants to die. 

“Can you just— can’t you just forget everything I told you?”

You shake your head and flash him a smile. The smile that always makes him stupid and nervous. Dammit, why do you have to be so pretty? Why must your smile be so pretty and erode his brain into mush? It doesn’t help when you reach out a hand to give him two soft pats on the cheek. It doesn’t help when the warmth of your touch lingers and burrows deep into his skin. “No way. Not when you’ve finally made so much progress! Let’s keep working on it, okay?” 

Sunghoon is finally able to breathe the moment you exit The Lounge, and he nearly collapses into the ground.

The misunderstanding between the both of you has been cleared up— at the cost of his pride and dignity (not that he has much of that in the first place). How the fuck is he supposed to face you after all of this, much less talk to you.

Words. What even are they?

HOME FOR THE BITCHLESS. © hannie-dul-set.

#tomorrow x together x reader #enhypen x reader #txt x reader #enha x reader #park sunghoon x reader #sunghoon x reader #choi soobin x reader #choi beomgyu x reader #park sunghoon scenarios #sunghoon scenarios #lee heeseung x reader #park jongseong x reader #sim jaeyun x reader #tomorrow x together scenarios #txt scenarios #enhypen scenarios #enha scenarios

[doodlekoo]

OUCH | pjm

Summary: you hurt your foot and Jimin thinks your gonna die

Pairing: boyfriend!jimin x fem?reader (mentions pronouns a few times)

Word count: 2.4k

Rating: PG

Genre/Warnings: established relationship, injury, pain, implied?verbal abuse, explicit language, kissing, FLUFF HEH (my favourite), oc is so in love with Jimin

Note: hello fellow fluff lovers, i’m so sorry i’ve been ia for 10 months i was focusing on finishing my final year for college. tbh creative writing isn't my strong point it’s more of a side hobby so please understand i won’t be updating regularly i’ll probably be posting more so when I'm bored and feel like it ahahaha. I do want to point out thanks to all those who liked my previous stories. I really do appreciate it it’s great motivation!! anywho this story was based on when i hurt my foot (it was a more gross story but still hurt like a bitch) i tried limping home but the entire time i wished someone would carry me and care for me the way jimin does in the ff (sad i know). i originally wanted it to be longer going into detail about Jimin’s backstory but i thought short and sweet was better SO ENJOY i hope you all like it :)

and as always please let me know what you guys think and if you want more stories like this! please also leave a like and/or reblog if you enjoyed reading! :D

A warm sensation spreads through your body, engulfing you in a comforting embrace. You couldn't help but smile as a sense of contentment washed over you. The day had been a success. You followed every command and every instruction that your superiors had asked you to follow. Starting a new job was a challenging experience, one you hadn’t gone through before. The memory of your previous employment still haunts you, the echoes of your coworkers' voices reverberating in your mind as they berated you for the slightest of missteps. Not only was it stressful to deal with that every day, but you would also feel even more drained coming home after the endless regrets ran through your mind.

The more you worked at that god-awful place, the more your thoughts grew—were these issues truly insignificant, or were they looming large and you simply lacked the perspective to see them?

Your boyfriend, Jimin, was constantly begging you to quit the job since the sight of you so wrapped up in absolute guilt crushed him every day. Jimin only wanted what was best for you. The stubbornness he had over you was often a hard take but it was only ever going to be beneficial. As the begs increased in volume, your guilt scaled high, resulting in an endless cycle.

You knew you had to do it. Gathering yourself mentally and emotionally to utter those two liberating words took a great deal of courage.

"I quit."

You said it slightly quietly, still unsure. but you were stern about it with an attempt at a demeaning stare. In your head, you felt pretty confident with the way you delivered it, only to have that confidence descend with the sudden scoffs followed by the classic response, "Is that supposed to impress me?"

Perhaps Jimin was right. The testosterone in the room was unbearable at this point, and that slow, excruciating deterioration of your brain was just really not worth it. Staring back at your manager, you remained undeterred.

"I'll be handing in my notice tomorrow."

It was never worth creating an argument with your manager or anyone who lacked basic brain cells, in fact. That simple interaction only changed you for the better, and slowly but surely you felt you had a little more respect for yourself.

As you navigate the bustling street after your third shift, a palpable aura of rejuvenation surrounds you, causing your steps to take on a playful bounce. The faint aroma of coffee lingers on your clothes. The joy felt completely surreal, almost like time and space had been warped. Though the relentless bombardment of verbal abuse made your mind gradually deteriorate, it now made even the most challenging tasks a mere cakewalk.

The rain had been hammering down on the cafe windows for most of the day, so when you were met with the fortunate sun slowly peeking out from the clouds, you felt enveloped with its warmth, feeling it gradually filling your mind up with a little extra dose of serotonin.

Several metres or so away from your workplace, in a small back alley, you could smell the damp brick encroaching on your senses. Looking farther ahead, you saw the recent confrontation you were only slowly getting used to. It was amusing to you that a couple of steps were the only thing you had to worry about in your new day-to-day life. It was a sign that you were at least doing something right. You braced yourself for the steep steps that lay ahead while keeping in mind the wet, slick concrete.

And at that moment, the serotonin vanished. As the calmness of the moment dissipated, a surge of anxiety and adrenaline took over. Your heart plummeted as you failed to catch those final steps. Your foot barely brushes the step's edge. As you stumbled, your ankle gave way beneath you, sending you tumbling to the ground.

You squealed, trying not to make any noise, as a wave of pain shot from your foot up through your body when the weight followed.

"Ouch,"

You hissed in pain as you sat at the foot of the steps. Looking absolutely helpless. The surrealness seemed to slip away as the situation unfolded before your eyes. Your mind wandered in silence. As you glanced around, a wave of relief washed over you as you realised that no one had witnessed your mortifying disaster.

I'm fine. I'm fine. You managed to convince yourself that you could make it home since the distance to your house was less than a mile. I can limp; it's fine. You reached for the railing and attempted to pull yourself up, only to be reacquainted with the searing pain you'd felt before.

Fuck.

You personally don't like to worry excessively about pain and injuries because you've always considered it a waste of time to acknowledge the warnings your body gave you. As the numbness set in, you realised that the situation was far worse than you had initially thought. Your body lay still and unresponsive, leaving you with only your thoughts to keep you company.

Along with the overwhelming urge to get up and leave, you also had the nagging fear that someone could hear a small person yelping at the bottom of the steps and decide to make a huge deal out of it. You know one person, Jimin, who would take his time over an insignificant issue. He would be the one to hire a golden carriage and transport you in grandeur, as the conclusion to convincing you that you needed to rescue yourself from those said scary steps. That was the worst-case scenario in your mind. However, it reached the point where you would rather have him make this big of a deal than a complete stranger who would have thought you were weak, whereas Jimin was certain that you are not.

A soft, sad sigh escapes your lips as your hand instinctively reaches for the back pocket of your jeans. With fingers trembling in anticipation, you searched for Jimin's name. As you raised your phone to your ear, you sensed your heart rate accelerating. Your nerves were on edge, and you did not want to burden Jimin with any additional worries. Making Jimin anxious was punishment enough. Every day, catching a glimpse of Jimin's radiant smile was like a burst of sunshine, flooding your world with a second dose of serotonin. But the thought of not being able to bring that smile to his face or turn it into a beaming grin was gnawing at your insides.

"Hey, ___, I’m so sorry. I’ll be home soon! I’m just out with Namjoon and Hobi!" Jimins' amplified voice, together with the distant chatter in the background, echoed through the alleyway. "No, Jimin i-"

"It was just- Hobi wanted us to come see designs after work, and naturally we all piled into the bar! We are finishing up now!"

"Jimin, that's not why I'm calling…" You replied with a low tone.

"Huh?? Sorry babe, I can't hear you that well!" You chuckled to yourself at the agonising situation. Oh Jimin..

"Jimin, I fell.."

"Sorry, what was that??"

"I don’t know Jimin. I fell down these steps, and I can't get up. It's so embarrassing. I don't know what to do.."

"Shit. Stay there. I'm coming now. Where are you?" The way Jimin's entire demeanour shifts over the phone, it intimidates the hell out of you.

"I’m just outside that alleyway from my work... Do you know the one?"

"Yes, I do. I’ll be there in five minutes." And with that, Jimin ends the call.

"Fuck. That was my girlfriend. I’m so sorry guys, I have to go" Jimin, on the other hand, was shitting it. Hearing your frightened voice over the phone was enough for him to travel day and night to you.

"Is something wrong?" Namjoon asked, apprehensive. He'd only see Jimin's expression like this when something was seriously wrong.

"I'm not sure, I think she’s hurt. I'll see you guys soon." Jimin said, frantically stuffing all his things in his bag. "Aw, alright, I hope she’s okay," Hoseok chirped.

"I hope so too. Bye!!" And just like that, Jimin literally flew outside the bar door. Foot harsh on the pedal. On his way: to you.

You kept your eyes on the cracks along the walls, waiting for Jimin. In the end, a few people did come by, but you covered it up by sitting on the floor and talking on your phone, and they didn't seem to notice. It's currently quiet as the sun is descending. But eventually you could hear faint, sporadic panting in the distance. It was the said saviour of the day.

"___!! Oh my god, oh my god, are you okay?? What happened?!?" Jimin gasped, looking at you like a precious gem that had cracked.

"I’m alright, just a little stumble. But I can't stand up, and it’s annoying." With a faint chuckle, you replied. You looked up at him, hoping to see his gaze soften and persuade him that it wasn't such a major issue, but his anxious expression didn't fade.

Scrambling towards you, he examined your ankle carefully, gently touching it in the process.

"Hm, I’m not a doctor, but I think maybe you sprained it. We should go to the hospital." He announced it sincerely.

"NO. I mean- no Jimin, no hospital, please; it’s not a big deal."

"Are you sure? I mean, you said you couldn’t even stand up?" It was endearing that Jimin tried to convince you, but because you didn't want to feel even more embarrassed, you simply scowled at him and hoped he understood what you were trying to imply.

"Okay, okay, let’s go home then." Jimin let out a little giggle at your silliness. But he now knew it was time for him to take on the doctor role and oh how Jimin would take that role very seriously. "Right, I need to carry you to the car then, can you try and get on my back?"

Jimin crouched in front of you after turning around. You used your entire upper-body strength to push yourself onto Jimin's back by reaching for his shoulders. His arms came back around and supported you from behind before he stood up and repositioned you.

"You okay?" Jimin asks once again. "Yes. Thank you, Jimin."

You scoot closer to his back, not just so he can carry you, but also so you can embrace him. Jimin carefully made his way back up the steps and onto the busy street, attempting to find his way back to the car park. You felt embarrassed by the many stares so you cuddled your face closer into the back of Jimin's neck.

It felt safe there, and you could smell his perfume's mild flowery scent mingled with the peppermint notes of his shampoo. Oh, how he always smelled so good. You smiled into his neck and pecked him lightly. This elicited a slight chuckle from him.

Jimin gently places you in the passenger seat and carefully rearranges your legs. He tightens the seatbelt and ensures you're safe and secure. You glance up at him, speechless. After the manner in which he's been treating you, the decision to call him for assistance felt extremely justifiable. As your gaze lingers on Jimin, he catches your eye, and a soft chuckle escapes his lips once more.

"Is this okay?" Jimin asked with a grin. "Yes, Jimin, this is perfect." As your gaze met his, a rush of warmth flooded your heart. The way he looked at you with such tenderness and affection was a feeling beyond words. To have someone who cherished you so deeply was truly a gift beyond measure. A rosy hue crept up Jimin's cheeks, causing his smile to widen even further.

Closing your door and driving back to the house was quite quiet, but it also felt soothing and safe at the same time. Jimin carried you on his back once again while fumbling to retrieve his keys from his pocket to open the door. Making his way to the sofa, he plopped you down softly.

"Okay, wait there. Don't go anywhere; I’m going to find a bandage." You laughed and shook your head at his stupid yet endearing joke.

When Jimin returned 10 minutes later, he did not only return with a bandage but also with half the house. Blankets, pillows, comfy clothes, a big bowl of snacks, and on top, the said bandage. You couldn’t even see his concentrated face through the massive mountain of love.

Your laughs echoed throughout the room once again while Jimin dumped everything beside you. He then carefully helps you undress into your loungewear and, following a YouTube tutorial, attempts to wrap the bandage around your foot. Watching him all focused on you made your heart flip around the room. He is so adorable.

"Okay, I think that’s good. Now do you want a pillow under your foot as well?" Jimin asked you politely. "I think it’s alright like this." You look at him, smiling.

"Hm, scratch that, I’m getting you a pillow."

When Jimin returns from getting a pillow, he gently lifts your feet to place it beneath them. He then throws various fluffy blankets over you while tucking in the sides, making sure once again that you don’t go anywhere. Looking back at you, he moves in close, giving you a soft peck on your forehead. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he momentarily retreats before leaning back in, peppering your face with a flurry of playful kisses. The two of you erupt into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, your heads thrown back in pure love and joy.

"Now what should I put on the TV for you?" Jimin sits beside you after grabbing the TV remote. "Anything I don’t mind."

Jimin then proceeds to put on your favourite film. Pressing play; he looks at you with a soft smile. "Please be more careful; I hate seeing you hurt like this." He pats your head gently while wrapping his arm around you.

"I’ll try not to Jimin ''. You say as you move closer to him, resting your head on his chest.

Paying close attention to the rest of the movie, your sixth sense tells you Jimin isn't watching it at all; he's staring at your ankle, hoping nothing will hurt it any further.

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[hoeforhao]

Champagne and Spirits | SEUNGCHEOL FF |

Pairing : seungcheol × fem!reader (ft. joshua)

MINORS DNI! MINORS DNI! MINORS DNI!

⤷ genre: smut (with feelings),slight angst, fluff, jealousy sex, alcohol consumption, explicit language/cursing, scared to love reader, cold but caring for reader seungcheol.

⤷ tags{part 2} : sensual foreplay,rough sex,praise,slight bondage,hair tugging, fingering, pet names, hickeys/marking, body worship, oral (m receiving), size kink, unprotected sex(reader will be starting birth control after),creampie,overstimulation, orgasm denial, aftercare.

⤷ synopsis: seeing the one who has your heart, with other women on a cruise ship, while you're trying to deny your feelings and stay away, is definitely not an ideal situation for a holiday.

⤷ part: 1/2 {part 2}

⤷ word count: 1.1k

⤷ author’s note: This is my first work as well as my first time posting here. I hope you like my absolute shitty writing and if you do...

Likes, comments and reblogs will be really appreciated

"I guess I'm too late" you mumble to yourself, as your eyes are fixated on the tall, dark haired and beady eyed man infront of you ; looking like he's having the best time of his life with a woman who looks equally as heavenly as him.

You met Seungcheol for the first time at Fluffball Daycare & Veterinary, 7 months ago when you took Ms Carrot for a daily checkup at the clinic. It would be a lie to say you weren't completely smitten by his big sunshine smile and glistening doe eyes while he played with your small yet feisty black cat. Word had it that Mr Choi was the best pet surgeon in the entire town and so it was quite natural for you to take Carrot to him, as soon as her breathing troubles started getting worse.

After a series of tests,it was revealed that your most loved being, your cat, had stage 1 Nasal Cavity Cancer, which was fortunately curable by surgery. Thus, for the next 2 weeks you had to make frequent visits to the clinic to get all the papers ready as well as prep Ms Carrot.

After the successful surgery, Seungcheol suggested that for Carrot to heal fast, he needs to visit your place everyday to look after her condition and control the medications. For an introvert like you, it was quite a task to let someone invade your space daily, but your baby mattered to you the most. Also as if you weren't highly attracted to Mr Choi!!!!!

The next 4 months was like a potion of serene bliss mixed with a sinful curse. As your closeness to Cheol started increasing through the visits, you felt yourself in a turmoil trying not to break the rock hard wall created around your heart ; But can you blame yourself? The way he takes care of you along with your cat, never overstepped your boundaries, always checking up on you in the middle of the night to ensure you've slept or not,complementing you at every glance he takes in of you, making you turn into a blushing mess everytime he's around...HOW CAN SOMEONE NOT POSSIBLY FALL FOR HIM? Day by day you feel the condition worsen as you're inexplicably drawn even closer to him, but you knew you had to stop yourself....FOR CHEOL'S GOOD!

And finally after all those months of serenity and happiness, the day you've been dreading throughout this period was finally here ; it was his last visit for Carrot to your house, and as you two stand across the door, hearts beating in unison at the rate of a storm, your mind clouded with all the messed up thoughts : Seungcheol looks up at you, his glistening eyes piercing daggers into your soul, as if looking for an answer. Oblivious of his stares, you bid him goodbye with a heavy heart, making yourself understand that the best option is to let him go.

That day, you were so consumed in your thoughts that you failed to see the older's teary eyes while he shakily spoke "Bye Y/n. I'll always keep the time spent with you and Carrot close to my heart. Only if I had the luck to keep you close to me and my heart too". He whispered the last line, so you could only hear some mumbles.

While you were reminiscing all these memories with him, you didn't realize that a gazillion of judgy eyes were staring at you from various corners as you stood in the midst of the reception, face completely stained with tears.

"I need to get out of here fast, before anyone sees me like this ,specially him" you mumble to yourself as you impulsively lift your heels to head towards deck 4, where your room was... completely forgetting the fact that you're not an evening gown and stilletos person.

And what's the aftermath of your stupidity? Not even five steps down, and you tumble upon your own dress's slit, closing your eyes and waiting for the marble to hit you into unconsciousness.

"Why don't I feel any pain? Am I dead? Is this heaven? Nah no way I'll be allowed in heaven with such an unholy mind .But why do I hear the loud chatterings tho. Did I go numb from the impact?" you start questioning yourself, not noticing the pair of cold hands on your bare back(you had the audacity to wear a backless champagne dress being such a noob), strongly holding you from the fall.

Coming out of the trance, you slowly open your eyes and bring them up to look at the man that was now holding you pressed against his hard defined chest. A sudden wave of sparks rushed through your entire system as you steadily took in his features; satin soft black hair adorning his forehead, almond shaped eyes that shone as bright as a star and his distinctive smile, capable of making anyone fall head over heels in an instant.

"It's rude to keep staring at someone like that you know, right Ms?" A soft angelic voice cooed in your ears, pulling you out of the daydream.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to stare at you like that" you blurt out almost instantly, looking down with red flushed cheeks.

"It's fine. I'm used to such flustered gazes." The man spoke with a sheepish smirk.

"Thank you so much for saving me. I would've ripped my dress if it hadn't been for you."

"I'm afraid that just a thank you won't be a fair price for saving such a beautiful gown. Don't you think so yourself Ms?"he asked with a raised eyebrow.

You've always been of the overly courteous type, so the demand of the man infront of you, seemed quite justified.

"Tell me how can i repay your kindness, Mr?" you emphasized on the Mr with a questioning tone, in order to let him know that you were interested in knowing his name.

"It's Joshua Hong. But you can call me Josh." he answered promptly, resting your curiosity. "How 'bout you buy me a drink from the counter and we sit over for a small pretty conversation about how you ended up crying in such a loud party?"

Your cheeks again flushed bright crimson red, but this time from embarrassment, now that he mentioned the crying part. Not being able to form words anymore, you just hummed in response while he snaked his arms around your waist and escorted you to the bar.

Little did you know, a shroud pair of eyes was keeping a watch on you from the very beginning and taking in your each and every move made with Joshua.

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[hoonshouse]

Heyy, can u pls write jay or heeseung ff hurt comfort? Maybe the reader having an argument with them and they give them the silent treatment but they make it up for them later, fluffy ending pls, thank u sm 🫶🏻

this is mostly angst w a little fluff at the end i hope that’s ok ♡

“Heeseung—“

You’re quiet for the first time in an hour, just staring at him in disbelief. You knew this argument wasn’t anywhere close to being resolved, but something about the way he said don’t you think you’re being a little bit immature stung you. He doesn’t usually talk so harshly to you. Sure, he could’ve said worse, but that doesn’t change that what he did say was making your heart ache and not in the happy, lovesick kind of way.

“I’m going to take a walk. I need some space.”

Heeseung’s eyes are all over you, scanning your face and body language to see what just happened—what just went wrong. He starts to say your name, but he lets it die down on his tongue and he lets you walk out the door.

He hasn’t stopped calling and texting you since. You’ve been ignoring him, and you know that’s not the “mature” thing to do, especially when you can tell he’s worried by the tone of his messages, but the larger part of you doesn’t care. You’re too hurt to stop yourself from causing more.

I’m so sorry, y/n.

I never should have said that.

I didn’t mean to hurt you.

Please just tell me you’re safe.

All unanswered.

You take your time making it back to your apartment, entering it silently and walking past a pale-faced Heeseung to your bedroom where you plan to go right to sleep. “Y/n,” Heeseung calls softly as he pads towards your room with you, his voice sounding dejected. “Y/n, please just look at me, baby.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek before begrudgingly turning to look at Heeseung. His eyes are round, pleading, and his pretty lips are parted like he’s witnessing his life instead of living it. He’s watching the crash.

When Heeseung realizes you’re not going to just turn your back to him again—that you’re actually giving him a chance—he drops to his knees, taking your hands in his. You sit down on the edge of the bed, looking into the eyes of someone that loves you so much they’re willing to quite literally put you above themselves.

“Baby, I’m so, so sorry.” He kisses the mess of your hands in his palm and holds them to his cheek as if they might disappear any second. “I should have been more careful with my words. I never want to hurt you.” He sighs and presses many more kisses to your hands.

“Heeseung, you know how much it hurts me when it feels like you’re discrediting my feelings.”

“I know, baby. I know.” He frowns and moves your entanglement of hands until one hand of fingers is laced through yours. His eyes are genuine as they stare into yours and the sadness reflected back to you makes you feel sorry for him and for you. “I got frustrated and I was careless. I hurt you and I’m so sorry.”

You wipe away the single tear that pricks your eye and exhale heavily, free hand finding Heeseung’s soft hair. “I love you, Hee. I know you would never hurt me on purpose.”

The pretty stars are back in his eyes, easily outshining the pain that was there before. Heeseung wraps his arms around your waist and pulls, head resting on your thighs as he hugs you to himself. “Never, baby. I promise.” He turns his head till his lips are on you, innocently littering your thighs with kiss after kiss in thanks.

You can’t help but giggle at his display of gratitude, laughing even harder when his hair tickles the smallest bit of exposed skin and when he nuzzles his head playfully against you.

The next time he looks back up at you, he’s grinning from ear to ear, eyes soft and adoring. You can’t help but think that that look tells you more about his heart than a few frustrated words ever could.

cr. cafekitsune for dividers ♡

#heeseung angst #heeseung fluff #enhypen angst #enhypen fluff #heeseung #heeseung solo

[joekeerysguitar]

the real way to love someone

authors note: hi guys! i just wanted to thank everyone who has read my last fanfiction, i am beyond thrilled with the outcome! i literally love you guys so much! anyway, hope you enjoy! -nina <3

overview: steve your best-friend finds you reading a romance novel in the library. he believes the book is bogus and wants to show you “the real way to love someone” by taking you out for a night.. and.. his way may be even better than the book…

steve harrington ff, best friends to lovers, steve harrington x y/n, lots of fluff, romance, use of y/n

-||••||-

It was quite a rainy day in Hawkins, Indiana as you take your favorite spot next to the window in the Hawkins High School Library. The library was quiet per usual, a few students browsing the aisles while others sat and chatted with their friends. You just stared out into the parking lot watching as students covered their heads with bags, jackets, and books as they ran to either the buses or their cars.

Grabbing your maroon backpack off the ground you place it on your lap as you unzip the front pocket. Reaching inside you grab your book you have been waiting to continue reading since you had to quickly stuff it in your bag before school. Pulling out the colorful hard covered book titled “All I Need Is You” you quickly open to your bookmark and continue to read.

While reading through the pages you start to envision yourself as the main girl.

“Hi James!” Jessica (or you) exclaim as you lean up against the locker.

“Morning babe!” James says as he leans down to give you a peck on the lips.

Oh how you wish to have a relationship.

You get engrossed within the chapter until you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder. You get startled and jump at the touch. Looking behind your right shoulder, standing there is your best-friend… Steve Harrington.

“Didn’t mean to scare you!” Steve says laughing at your reaction.

Getting all red and embarrassed (and probably blushing too), you complain “Dude come on, I was at a good part.”

Sitting down at the chair next to you, Steve leans over the arm to peek over at what you’re reading.

“Whatcha reading?” He says, squinting his eyes to read the small letters.

You close the book and place it next to you, out of sight and out of reach. “Nothing.” You smile looking at him as he gives you a “seriously” look.

Reaching over your lap he tries to grab the book to see the title. “Jesus Y/N, why are you being so secretive. I’m your literal bestfriend and it’s a book.” He complains giving up and getting out of your personal space.

“You’ll probably make fun of me.” You say hiding your face with your hands. Taking this as an opportunity, Steve reaches over and grabs the book from your side.

“Got it.” He says triumphantly beaming and holding it up in the air. You groan as you peek out from your fingers covering your face to watch him read the title.

“Hmm..” Is all he says.

“Steveeee!” You whine dragging out his name.

“You’re reading romance.” He says looking over to smirk at you.

Jesus Christ that smirk makes you want to melt… every. single. time.

You grow red in the face embarrassed.

“These are bogus anyway.” Steve says placing the book down and scoffing.

“No they’re not.” You retort grabbing your book from the table in front of you two and shoving it to your chest.

“It’s all fake relationships. It’s cheesy and stereotyped. It’s not true love.” He says looking at the book folded on your chest and then back at your eyes.

“But it’s cute. I don’t even know the difference, I haven’t even been in a relationship before.” You say sadly pulling a strand of hair behind your ear.

A lightbulb goes off in Steve’s head.

He is going to give his best-friend, the most beautiful person in the entire world, the person he wanted to date ever since he laid his pretty brown eyes on you…

…the most perfect first date of your entire life!

“Y/N, we’ll I have been in plenty of relationships before.” You roll your eyes at this. “I mean, if you really want to know what a true relationship is like… i’ll take you out on your first date.”

This sentence alone made your heart feel like it was going to pop out of your chest and land in the middle of the library floor.

Your eyes widen at his statement.

A date? With the Steve Harrington?

He adds “Well as friends of course.”

He was lying to your face.

And, you felt sad. You didn’t just want it to be friends.

But little did you know.

You smile brightly at him. “I’m in.” You reply unable to stop smiling. You feel like your walking on clouds.

“Perfect. What do you say about 6:00 pm on Friday?” He replies smiling back unable to contain his emotions.

“Works with me.” You say excitedly.

It was official.

You were going on your first date!

•••

Standing at your closet with both of your hands on your hips you just stared at the clothes unable to decide what to wear. It was slowly inching towards 5:30 once you decided on an outfit.

Taking the more classy route you decided on a red flowy dress with black flats. After getting changed you walked to the bathroom to do your hair. Placing your curly brunette hair in a half up half down style with a red clip, you took out your makeup bag. You put on mascara, a light colored eye shadow, blush, and lipgloss. Right as you finished putting away everything and cleaning up the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!” You yell through the house as you hurry to the door unlocking and opening it.

Standing there was Steve in a maroon dress shirt and black dress pants. His hair was all perfect with every single strand in place. He was smiling holding a bouquet of roses.

All you could do is smile and blush. And try not to melt into a giant puddle on the ground.

“Good evening Y/N!” He said looking at your outfit handing you the roses. “Looking gorgeous as always!”

You were the prettiest person he has ever seen and tonight Steve was determined to treat you the way that any man should.

Blushing you reply, “Good evening Steve!” as you cradle the roses in one arm. Yelling goodbye to your parents you walk out and shut the door.

Steve gestures his hand out for you to take. Taking his hand, you both intertwine your fingers as he walks over to the passenger side of his car. He opens it for you and steps out of the way to let you in. You breathlessly say “Thanks!” as he lets go of your hand and shuts the door smiling with an adored stare.

Your heart is beating really fast and your stomach is flooding with butterflies. It’s been two minutes.

Getting into the drivers seat, he buckles up and puts the keys into the ignition. Looking at you with his typical adoring stare he goes “Ready?”

You look at him trying not to get lost in his brown eyes. “As ready as Ill ever be.”

And you two were off.

“Where exactly are we going?” You ask Steve as he approaches a red light. He looks over to you and smiles suggestively.

“Enzo’s.” He replies looking you straight in the eyes.

He wants to give you the absolute best. Even if that means spending a fortune at dinner.

“Steveeee, Enzo’s is so expensive.” You whine as your drag out your words. “I’ll pay you back for my meal.”

Steve grabs your hand. “Y/N, please just let me treat you. You aren’t buying a single thing. I told you tonight would be all about you.” Butterflies course through your stomach at his touch as you smile. He smiles back at you letting go of your hand once the light turns green.

A few minutes later you pulled into the parking lot of the typically busy Enzo’s Restaurant. Once Steve parked the car you both get out.

It was quite a chilly night and unfortunately you did not bring a sweater. You shiver as the cold pricks your skin like a needle.

Steve notices as he walks next to you.

He’s only been friends with you for years now. He notices everything. He could read you like a book. He knows every emotion or slight movement. So shivering wasn’t too hard to assume.

Without asking, he wraps his arm around your shoulder guiding you towards his body to brush up against his. You look up at him gratefully as you feel warmer just by his body heat.

He unwraps his arm once you reach the door. Quickening his pace to open the door before you get there, he grabs the handle and opens it gesturing his hand inside. “After you.” He says smiling.

It was very fancy inside. A big chandelier in the center of the restaurant. Every booth and table was red adored with a candle in the center of each. It was busy for a Friday night, you could definitely tell all the ritzy people at there. Women had pearl necklaces on with fancy dresses. Men wore suits with expensive watches. They drank expensive wine as they laughed and chatted about taxes or recipes they recently found.

“Thank you!” You reply walking inside to the hostess stand.

“Table for two.” You tell her as she smiles grabbing two menus.

“Follow me.” The hostess says bringing you to a small booth in the corner of the restaurant. Placing the menus down and silverware, she moves so both of you can sit. “Enjoy!” She says before walking away.

Both of you looked at the menus.

“The menu is huge.” You exclaim flipping through the laminated pages. There was chicken, pasta, salad, pizza, wine, beer, fancy alcoholic drinks, etc .

“Get whatever you want.” Steve says looking up from his menu to look at you.

Jesus Christ you looked so fucking beautiful.

Hair slightly draped over your face as you read the menu. He watched your gaze and facial reactions as you read the details to each of the plates. He noticed your nose slightly crinkle at ingredients you found gross and your eyes widen at food you might enjoy. You must of felt his gaze because you looked up. Steve still can’t pull his eyes away from you. He was caught red handed. Looking up at him you smile a toothy grin, the one that makes his heart skip a beat.

He is so goddamn in love with you.

The waitress comes over to the table to take your drink order.

Steve looks at you to go first.

“I’ll have a water with lemon please.” You reply politely.

The waitress writes down what you would like. You look at Steve as he orders a Coke. Once the waitress walks away you look at Steve and he looks at you.

“Do you know what you’re getting?” You ask Steve as he flips through the menu once more.

“Yeah. I think I’m gonna get the gnocchi.” He replies. “You?”

“I’m gonna get the lasagna. It looks pretty appetizing.” You say. He smiles at you.

Once the waiter returns with your drinks she takes your orders. You both patiently wait for the meals.

“What else do you have planned tonight?” You ask propping your head up with your hands underneath your chin.

You look so freaking cute. Steve cannot handle it.

“Top secret information.” Steve says with a suggestive smirk.

You roll your eyes and smile.

Once your food comes out you both dig in.

“How is it?” Steve says with a mouthful of gnocchi that makes his cheeks look chubby. You just wanna squeeze them.

“Mhm..” You reply swallowing your food. “Good.”

“You’ve got a little something.” Steve says incoherently with his mouth full.

“What?” You ask unable to hear him.

He places his fork down and reaches his arm across the table. Using the pad of his thumb he wipes away sauce from the bottom of your lips.

Your lips were soft, really really soft.

This action made your heart skip a beat. No one has ever done that before. And hey, it was kinda cute.

“Thanks.” You say breathlessly with a smile as he wipes his thumb.

•••

“You all set?” Steve asks turning the key to start the car and looking over at you with a gentle look.

“Yup!” You reply fixing your seatbelt and sighing happily.

Steve backs out of the Enzo’s parking lot and enters the main road. It was about 8:15 once you two left the restaurant.

You look out the window into the sky. The stars were shining very bright tonight.

Steve couldn’t help but look over at you occasionally while driving. He noticed you looking out the window at the stars. He watched how your gaze had an amazed look to it. The stars reflected in your eyes making them look magical.

You were his star.

Everything about you was magical. Your smile, your laugh, your dimples, the crinkle of your nose, your freckles. Every fucking thing he adored.

You were the love of his life.

About 10 minutes later, Steve parked the car on the side of the road near an hill.

You look at him confused, he just smiles at you.

You both get out of the car as he walks to the trunk and you follow him. He opens the trunk of his car to grab a blue blanket.

You still keep a confused face as he walks over to you grabbing your hand intertwining your fingers. Silently he walks with you up the hill to a flat elevated field.

It was beautiful.

This hill looked over the entirety of Hawkins, you could see every neighborhood and every building in the town square. You just stood and looked amazed. You looked up to see the stars twinkling down on you. You could see millions of them, each one a different size.

Behind you, Steve placed down the blanket on the grass.

“Y/N, come sit down.” He said quietly patting the spot next to him.

Turning around, you walked over and sat down next to Steve.

It was quiet now. You could hear the soft chirping of crickets and the rustling of leaves. If you listened closely enough, you could hear his soft breathing.

“It’s so beautiful.” You whisper breathlessly looking out at Hawkins.

Steve couldn’t help but look at you even with all these beautiful things around you. Your eyes reflected the lights from Hawkins as you had a slight smile to your soft lips. Unconsciously, he snaked his arm around your shoulders and pulled you to his side. Nestled next to each other you both looked out into the town. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest and felt warm from the body heat.

You rested your head on his shoulder. All he did was look down at you and smile.

“Y/N?” Steve whispered looking down at you.

Moving your head to meet his line of sight you reply “Yes Steve?”

He smiles at you. “You’re so beautiful you know.” A blush formed slightly on his cheeks.

You blushed and smiled wide lifting your head from his shoulder. You smirk looking into his love glazed eyes, “I think you’re pretty too Harrington.”

This sent him over the edge. He blushed like crazy. No one has ever called him pretty before.

Building up the courage to ask the question he’s been wanting to ask since the day he met you he fumbled mentally over reactions making him anxious.

“What if she rejects me?”

“Do I deserve her?”

“You’ll break her heart.”

Pushing these thoughts away, he goes for it…

You’re still looking at him. You definitely got lost in his eyes. You observed every facial feature. His bright eyes reflecting the lights, the two beauty marks on his face, his soft lips, and his long eyelashes.

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” He blurts out uncontrollably.

His what? Girlfriend?

Are you hearing correctly?

Are you dreaming?

Your heart felt like it stopped as you felt like your organs got rearranged.

He tries to read your facial expressions as you just look at him. He watches as your brows move slightly and there’s a slight surprise in your eyes.

You couldn’t find the words to speak. You couldn’t form a single coherent thought. The only thing keeping your attention was his lips.

You didn’t let a single second go by before you attached your lips to his for a quick but sweet kiss.

You look into his eyes once you pull back trying to read for a reaction. He exhaled breathlessly just staring at you.

Steve slightly smiled with a gaze you’ve never seen before as he reached to cup your face closing the gap between you two once more.

This time it lasted longer. Pushed away emotions were poured out into this single action. It was very sweet and genuine. Neither of you wanted to pull away.

His lips were very soft. Softer then you ever expected. Your lips fit perfectly together like two puzzle pieces. It was just meant to be.

You two were meant to be.

Your hands moved to the back of his neck gently raking through his hair. His hand not cupping your cheek placed itself on your lower back pulling you closer.

You head was fuzzy and all you could focus on was him.

You both smile into the kiss breaking apart. You two are both smiling drunkly unable to form thoughts. Both your faces were hazed over with love.

You finally answered his question.

“Yes.” Is all you muttered out breathlessly. You watched his eyes glisten at the response. The slight smile went to a huge smile. You couldn’t help but smile back.

He then let his heart take control as he leaned in to kiss you once more. This time it was deeper than before. Your hands first clutched his shirt before they found his hair as you raked them through it. His one hand placed against your lower back tried to push you effortlessly closer. The other holding the back of your neck to deepen the kiss.

All the surroundings disappeared. You were completely senseless. Full of true genuine love. No more pushing away feelings, no more pretending to not like eachother, no more hinting anything.

It only took years but hell, it was worth every second.

Steve’s plan was a success.

He won you.

The girl of his dreams.

His star. Fuck. His entire galaxy.

You were his…

..And he was yours.

I guess there really is a true way to love someone. One that definitely was never mentioned in the books.

#joe keery #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #fluff #stranger things #best friends to lovers #dating #joe keery stranger things #steve harrington stranger things

[vacantgodling]

re. wip master list

an ever updating list of all of my wips and ideas that i juggle in my brain at any given moment, laid out as simply as possible for y’all’s convenience.

this list will probably update often as i revamp old ideas or come up with new ones

EDIT -> dec 2023: these are ideas i plan on writing or have written for and plan to come back to. back burner ideas or ideas i don’t plan to write anytime soon will be removed for the time being

THE FALL OF GALERÉ BOOK I: PARAMOUR

“saved” from an imminent social death through arranged marriage, HYACINTHUS SHRAPNEL is whisked away to The Chateau aux Aisles D’or, where an unlikely sexual relationship with his butler AMON leads to far more than he bargained for.

STATUS: WRITING BOOK 1 || 8 of 27 chapters written

wip intro & powerpoint intro || character intros || gunn sibling kin assigner || s: paramour (main tag) || writing recaps

CAGE **HANZO SHIMADA/COLE CASSIDY FANFICTION**

COLE CASSIDY doesn’t like HANZO SHIMADA—doesn’t like that kinslayer one fucking bit. It takes every ounce of self control he can muster to not put a bullet through the fucker’s skull when Genji brings him to the recall with promises of “redemption” and “honor” and “second chances.” But the Hanzo Genji brings is different than anyone was expecting: he lives like he’s already staring down the gallows, and that death wish could get them all killed, if they’re not careful. Can he break through Hanzo’s walls and discover what exactly is making this man tick? Or will Hanzo be left to rot in this cage of his own making, unable to redeem himself even unto death?

STATUS: currently writing || 20 of 20 chapters written! FINISHED!!

read here on AO3! || ff: cage || playlist & spotify link

THE CHRONICLES OF LATHSBURY BOOK I: THE WRATH OF THE DEMON KING

five adventurers from different backgrounds must face The Labyrinth as the deep magic that keeps the chaos within it at bay begins to rip apart at their seams.

STATUS: worldbuilding hell and idk if i'll ever get out of it

wip intro || character intros || crash course || s: tcol (main tag)

THE LIMINAL SPACE SERIES

a series of 5 continuous books and 1 spinoff tale centered around this universe’s concept of liminal spaces. what they all have in common is they center on death, Reapers, Witches, magic, possession, and horror, but above all liminal spaces.

Liminal Spaces are defined as the place a person is in during a transitional period. this can be emotionally, physically, metaphysically or all of the above. in this series liminal spaces are more akin to separate planes of existence where death and horror reign supreme and magic is in the air. nothing is impossible and your worst nightmares usually come true.

STATUS: on the backburner but thinking about quite a bit

wip intro || tags -> s: donut wip / s: noi alone / s: jenna the reaper / s: jenna the witch king / s: mason at the airport

VAMPIRES DON'T TAKE ROAD TRIPS

summary: 20 year old darren de leon is content with just living his life as is, with his father dave, step-sister (kinda) olice, and not including his father’s girlfriend veronica as much as possible. that is, until someone he never thought he would meet shows up at their doorstep—his absentee mother, lizette rouzet blanc who… incidentally is a vampire. someone is out to hunt darren down and so they have to leave town to get to safety… leading to the most awkward and life changing road trip he’s ever been on.

STATUS: on the backburner but thinking about quite a bit

powerpoint intro || how vampires work || tag -> s: darren and co

#i do have more wips than this #many are just shelved #or are too half baked and i can't really call them wips yet theres no plot lmao #wip intro #wip masterlist

[poppadom0912]

So I do have a request for Antonio! Maybe it’s a Antonio Dawson x Reader story where After Eva’s kidnapping Antonio files for some kind of emergency custody hearing and it’s just a angsty fluffy imagine between the reader and Antonio and the hoops and jumps they have to take to try and get full custody of Eva & Diego?

Warnings: Mentions ff fighting for custody, divorce

A/N: This is my first Antonio one shot so I apologise if I didn't do him any justice, give it some time and I'll hopefully get better at writing for him.

*****

"Hey."

You looked up from your flies, softly smiling at your long-term boyfriend, watching as he hung up his coat and put his keys in the glass bowl by the door. You followed his every movements, not even having to motion for him to join you on the sofa after he toed out of his shoes because he was already making a beeline for you once doing so.

"How was work?" He asked, eyeing the mess of your papers on the coffee table, not even enough space to put down your mug of hot chocolate which haphazardly rested on the sofas arm rest.

"Work was work." You very, very briefly summed up your twelve hour shift, not wanting to keep the talk all on you when you knew exactly what was going through Antonio's mind. "You okay?"

You knew that he wasn't but such a simple ask would allow the two of you to start talking about what was bothering him.

He swallowed harshly, clenching and unclenching his jaw, staring ahead at the blank tv before looking down at you who was looking up at his side profile intently, patiently waiting for him to unload all his emotions in the comfort of one of the people he loved most.

"I don't think I'm getting custody." Antonio ripped off the bandaid, finally saying it aloud what he'd been thinking since Eva's kidnapping. Taking into account everything about him, bundling it altogether and putting it against everything his ex-wife had, Antonio saw no reality in which he had full custody of his only children.

There had been a time the two of you spoke about having a child that was half you and half him but just two weeks before Eva's kidnapping you collapsed at Med, all your colleagues telling you what you understood as a doctor but as a woman, couldn't comprehend.

Fibroids, which you tried to contain with drugs and non-surgical procedures but after much crying, you and Antonio came to a joint decision to have a hysterectomy. Antonio didn't really decide for you but when he told you he couldn't care less if you had a uterus or not because at the end of the day, you were still you with or without one.

"Antonio." You frowned, bringing your hand to his shoulder and lightly rubbing it in a comforting motion. Despite not being fully convinced he could gain custody, you didn't want him to think so negatively about it. "Don't think like that."

"Why?" He pushed, angry at his inability to do his job as a father. Maybe this was a sign and he should just give up before he was slapped in the face by a judge in court who saw straight through him.

They wouldn't see the loving father he was to Eva and Diego. They wouldn't see what he did to bring them back home safe, the sacrifices he gave and the nights he stayed awake in his babies rooms, rocking them with hushed lullabies and oblivious to the rising sun and his badge in his bedroom.

Instead, the judge and everyone in the courtroom would see a man who was never home. They'd see a middle aged detective who is putting his life on the line everyday, the man who let his only children get kidnapped despite his occupation. A latino working in a unit under a so called dirty cop and in a nearly five year relationship with a female doctor who was still paying her med school debts, yet to be married but cohabitating.

In what world was Antonio bringing Eva and Diego home to the very apartment the two of you sat in.

You watched as all the worst case scenarios flashed before his brown eyes which started to glisten in the dim lighting, sniffing and blinking it all away in one swift motion.

But, the judge didn't know the Antonio who was resilient. They had yet to see but would be faced with the Antonio who worked his entire ass off to provide for the only family he thought he knew, the man who saw the entire universe in the kids that were his and he loved more than he loved himself.

The courtroom wouldn't be prepared for Detective Antonio Dawson who had more than the world cheering for him in his corner.

*****

With red rimmed eyes, scratchy voices and his suit still on, Antonio stumbled into the ED alone, walking straight pass the waiting room and towards the first person he could recognise with his vision which was starting to blur.

Before he could approach anyone, you took a step out a treatment room and immediately caught sight of your boyfriend in the suit he left in this morning.

Quickly excusing yourself, allowing Natalie to carry on for you, you speed walked towards him. Still rubbing sanitiser into your hands, you looked at him in concern and interest. You desperately wanted to be at the hearing with him but with a sudden shooting and very little number of staff in the ED, you had no choice but to work.

Taking note of his red eyes, you linked your hand with his and brought him into the doctors lounge filled with students who you forced out, scrambling at your intense stare and semi-harsh tone, scared at one of the ED's attending doctors.

Forcing him to sit down on the sofa, all it took was a peck on his knuckles and a bit of patience before Antonio crumbled.

That was all you needed to know that Antonio didn't gain custody but with his cries that he muffled, leaning forward and resting his face on your shoulder as his tears fell on your maroon scrubs.

Wrapping him in your arms, you stayed by his side till the tears subsided, your own eyes tearing up at the sound of his desperate cries that were long overdue.

"They're not mine." He hoarsely whispered, still leaning against you. He still couldn't believe it but it wasn't yet set in stone. There was going to be one more hearing, the last one where the final decision would be made but taking into account everything from today, Laura was winning.

"No matter what I do or how much I try, I'm not getting custody." He bitterly laughed, harshly wiping away all of the wetness on his cheeks and eyes.

Your assurances fell on deaf ears because all Antonio could see was a life without the kids that took his last name.

"Antonio, look at me." You forced him to look you in the eye, your hands cupping his jaw to make sure he wouldn't move.

"What does Laura have that you don't? Better yet, what do you have, we have that she doesn't?" You said confidently, not even bothering to count the do's and don'ts.

Antonio opened his mouth, ready to answer you but you tutted, shaking your head in disapproval. "Your not supposed to answer that, your still listening to me."

Taking in a deep breath, you maintained eye contact and continued with your motivational speech once he let his mouth drop. "You love these kids so much that you've done the unspeakable. Do I have to remind you that you had to handle your daughter's trauma while dealing with your ex-wife fighting with you and a girlfriend who was practically dying in hospital."

You licked your lips and shook your head in disbelief. "You may not be the most decorated man in the father and policing world but I'd be damned if you weren't granted custody."

You whispered a warning, it was meant to be humours and a bit of comedic relief, you didn't want to sound like an obsessive step mom even if you weren't married yet. "Over my dead body are those kids staying with her."

*****

It felt like deja vu.

Exactly a week later, Antonio was walking into the ED with red rimmed eyes and a slightly hoarse voice. Dressed in his suit, he had one thought on his mind and that one thought was you.

You were deep in conversation with Dr Charles, exiting the treatment room and you were so invested that you hadn't even caught a glimpse of the man who stood out like a sore thumb. It wasn't until the older doctor lightly nudged you and looked to the front desk, you following his line of sight, for you to finally notice him.

With his appearance, your mind immediately thought of the worst but when you looked at the two figures standing behind him did you realise what was happening.

Not even excusing yourself - Dr Charles didn't mind anyways - you rounded the desk in utter shock.

The first thing you did was envelop Eva and Diego in the biggest hug, trapping them in your arms despite you smelling like chemicals and everything sterile.

"You did it." You whispered, looking up at Antonio who was watching with a soft smile, the teenagers still in your embrace with your head resting on theirs.

"We did it." Antonio shook his head, correcting your mistake. Had it not been for you and your constant presence at his side, always motivating and reminding him why he was fighting in the first place.

"Come ere." You sniffled, blinking away the tears and gesturing for Antonio to join your hug, wrapping his arms around his family.

Pressing a firm kiss to your cheek, he tightened his arms around all your bodies, not caring that all your friends and colleagues were watching but only caring that your family reunited.

The Dawson's did it.

That included a certain future Mrs Dawson too.

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[siriuslychessi]

“If one day I decided to leave, would you run away with me?”

Collection AO3 | FF

Christmas Break was something Marlene loved, she got to spend time with her family in Scotland, the siblings that graduated, and the new niblings that came during her time at Hogwarts.

It was a warm and festive time that she got to enjoy in the middle of a stressful year. 

Of course every family had her ups and downs, but going home had an invigorating effect on her. Maybe because she adored to be the favourite aunt, or maybe because she was still pretty much a daddy’s girl, even nearing her 16th birthday, but she found it special and it replenished the battery for her to go back and face the fuckery that was Hogwarts pureblood population.

She had spent her day with her friends, unpacking, catching up, promising herself that she wouldn’t be one of those people that would change as soon as she had a boyfriend. 

Were they even in a relationship?

She assumed they were, but they never said anything clear in that regard, and she had pushed Sirius enough to date, she didn’t want to push more than that. 

At least not yet.

It didn’t dawn on her, until she entered the Common Room, that Winter Break wasn’t as thrilling for everyone else as it was to her. 

While she was bubbly and eager to talk about Lily’s new neighbour, and Mary’s fling, Sirius was sitting alone, near the fireplace, just staring at the fire, like all his energy had been taken in a swift of a wand. 

It wasn’t that she didn’t look for him earlier, he had been with James and the boys. She had seen him laugh, they shared a few moments with all the friend group, together. But now, in the almost empty Common Room, Sirius looked depleted, even sad.

Something that didn’t agree with Marlene at that moment. 

She excused herself from the girls, so that they could catch up when she went out to bed, which both Lily and Mary knew would be rather late, or not happen at all. However, they understood as Marlene went to sit next to Sirius. 

“Hullo love, something on your mind?” she said, making herself fit in the space between Sirius and his arm.

Sirius, who was mostly energetic, barely moved as she adjusted. He was still reliving some of the things that happened at home, wondering how it got to that. Even if he hated the bastards now it didn’t used to be like that, he remembered once liking being at Grimmauld, but now… the constant struggle just to have a normal conversation, the repetitive standards he had to fulfil even when he didn’t want or care for them, chipped away at his tough exterior and the child inside that just wanted his parents to see him for who he was and not what they wanted him to be.

He tried to play it down, to make it seem like he didn’t care, that he was just a Gryffindor, brave through and through, but some nights, like that one, it was simply too much for a 16th year old to carry with the burden of the world. 

They stayed like that for a few moments, it was odd that they weren’t bickering or snogging, just sitting there, watching the fire burn. Not a word to be said, just the crackling of the wood and the distant buzz of the few people still in the Common Room getting ready to go to their dorms.

“If one day I decided to leave, would you run away with me?”

It startled Marlene when he spoke, it was softer than anything that he ever said to her, but it spoke louder than many of the things that he said.

She looked at his hollowed eyes, usually there was a spark of mischief behind them, but not at the moment. All she could see was rage and hopelessness. It broke her.

“That depends, do we bring you emotional support boyfriend with us? I feel you wouldn’t last a day without James.” it was an attempt at teasing, maybe to bring him back from the darkness, maybe to just distract him from the intrusive thoughts. 

A small smile appeared on Sirius' left side, it was tiny but it was progress. 

He had to give it to her, she had a great way to bring him back to himself, to remind him that there were people that see something more in him than an heir and a way to carry on with the family's delusional ideas. 

“He is the one dependent on me, the poor bloke already ditched his girlfriend. I think he’s gonna propose soon, do you think I should do my nails for the occasion?” 

“Oi! No one is going to propose to my boyfriend, that’s weird!” she laughed, not realising what she said, just happy that he wasn’t brooding anymore.

“Boyfriend?” He asked after a few moments, not sure if he heard her right, they never discussed it, they never talked much, they mostly snogged, but he guessed that after almost 3 months of that they needed to be more than just a fling.

“I… oh… we don’t have to… I mean I thought we were there but if…” she stumbled, she didn’t want to pressure him into this, they were supposed to be having fun, just teenagers, even if she wanted more she would rather be slow than nothing.

She was about to defend herself some more, to explain that they didn’t have to, that things could be the same way as they had before. But her lips failed her on the account that Sirius’ lips were on top of hers at the moment.

They weren’t forceful, they weren’t trying to take more than they were given, but they were firm and she found herself relaxing a bit.

“I’ll go break up with James in a bit, I’ve got a girl now, can’t make her jealous.” he smirked at her, making McKinnon roll her eyes.

“Like I would be jealous of him, I’ve got a better sense of style. Quidditch jerseys can only do so much.” she joked, and Sirius laughed, that wonderful loud and contagious laugh.

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[zoeykallus]

Crosshair – My Beloved Enemy 37 – Blowing Off Steam

Crosshair x Female!Reader (FF)

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Everyone is tense, you are not out of the woods yet _____________

Warnings: Violence / Fight /Hurt / Angst

What Happened Before:

Part 1 - Crash Landing

Part 2 - Hot And Cold

Part 3 - Hello Kitten

Part 4 - Look Who’s Back

Part 5 - Rebel Darling

Part 6 - Burning Anger

Part 7 - Love And Pain

Part 8 - A Difficult Reunion

Part 9 - The Bitter Taste Of Blood And Failure

Part 10 - Where The Dead Ships Dwell

Part 11 - A Lonely Firefly In Space

Part 12 - Broken Wings

Part 13 - A Helping Hand

Part 14 - The Justifier

Part 15 - The Bounty

Part 16 - Trapped

Part 17 - I Love You Too

Part 18 - When The Past Catches Up With Us

Part 19 - I’ve Never Been Good At Goodbyes

Part 20 - Unexpected

Part 21 - The Question

Part 22 - Sleepless Nights

Part 23 - Sleepyheads And Making Up

Part 24 - Crosshair’s Conclusion

Part 25 - Good Soldiers Follow Orders

Part 26 - I’m Sorry Kitten

Part 27 - Bracca

Part 28 -Rampart

Part 29 - It’s All Tactics

Part 30 - CT 6116

Part 31 - Of Wolves And Sheep

Part 32 - Dying Hope

Part 33 - Hero Of The Day

Part 34 - When The Wolf Eats The Sheep

Part 35 - The Shepherd

Part 36 - The Toll It Takes

Part 37 - Blowing Off Steam

You showered longer than usual for a good while, trying to catch your breath and get the tension out of your muscles. You felt awful, not only tired, but exhausted. You hurt all over, mostly because of Wolffe, but you knew it wasn't his fault. You weren't mad at him, not at all, but the pain was there and somehow the shock of the whole situation was still deep in your bones.

You had to keep reminding yourself that you had all escaped together. Everyone except Kix and at that thought tears began to flow again. You had to breathe deeply several times, wash your face again after the shower and cool it down to fight the redness, then you started to get dressed.

However, you suddenly heard commotion outside the refresher. That sounded like a real fight. Suspecting the worst, you burst out of the refresher in your underwear and saw that Wolffe and Crosshair had gotten into each other. They hit each other, repeatedly ramming into objects or the hull of the ship. The rest got out of the way. Hunter stood to one side, looking serious and tired, keeping an eye on things but not interfering.

You quickly scurried back into the bathroom to put on the rest, at least a pair of pants and a shirt, and came out again.

"That's enough!" you raised your voice.

Of course, the two didn't really listen, they were too busy attacking each other.

"CROSSHAIR!"

Wolffe let go of him, or rather pushed him away and growled: "Your wife called for you"

Crosshair stared at him indecisively for a moment, then finally turned to you. You knew he was hot, still full of adrenaline and angry, but you didn't care about that now.

"What was that about?"

He looked at you and said, "I think you know that"

you sighed

"Cross, it wasn't his fault, that was the chip"

Tech reported from the background: "Which we should remove as soon as possible, by the way, we don't know if it's really inactive. It could also be equipped with a tracker like Crosshair's was"

Crosshair growled: "That's why they found us on Bracca, we have to change course immediately"

Hunter woke up from his paralysis.

"Otherwise we might take them straight to Omega," he stated, startled.

"Correct," Tech said.

"So we need to get rid of the chip first," Wrecker said.

Crosshair snorted, "Or Wolffe"

You nudged him in the side: "Stop it. He came here to help save you and he went through hell with us for that, maybe you should show a little gratitude."

Crosshair stared at you, anger burning behind his eyes, but of course he knew you weren't entirely wrong, yet he couldn't put aside what had happened to you, Chip or not.

Echo murmured, "Get a grip, we're clearly not out of the woods yet."

"We need to interrupt the hyperspace jump and program a new one to lead the trail away from Omega," Hunter said.

Tech nodded, "I'll take care of it."

You looked at Wolffe who looked at least as upset as you. You felt sorry for both men because of all they had been through, but now you had other things to worry about, as Echo said, it was far from over.

You felt Crosshair's hands on your shoulders, then he turned you around to face him and looked at you urgently, but also gently.

"Seeing what happened to you, the way he beat you up, that was just too much. I know how much control the chip has, I experienced it first hand.... but I had to blow off steam. It was probably unfair that Wolffe took the hit."

You caressed his face and said softly, "Don't tell me, tell Wolffe. He's blaming himself for what happened anyway."

Crosshair shrugged his shoulders uncertainly and said, "I don't know if he wants to listen to me right now."

"Maybe you should at least try"

Crosshair nodded with a sigh and walked up to Wolffe, who had just sat down next to Echo on his bunk, holding his ribs. He looked up with a sharp glare and even Echo tensed to possibly intervene.

"Hey Echo, will you give us a moment".

"If you promise me you won't go after him again," Echo grumbled.

"I won't, I promise."

Echo nodded to Wolffe, „It's okay, we can talk later“

You came at Echo's side while Wolffe and Crosshair retreated to the back of the ship.

"Do you know what your future husband is up to?", Echo asked you.

You smiled and said, "I think he wants to do the right thing."

Echo said with a grin, "That would be something new."

Wolffe sighed softly and asked growling, "What now?"

Crosshair said after a moment's hesitation, "It wasn't your fault. I overreacted. Rampart made me watch you beat her up on a monitor and there was nothing I could do about it. I felt like an IED, I wanted to explode and take everything with me, that was a horrible feeling to watch. I didn't really think about whether it was your fault or not, I.... I'm sorry. That must have been awful for you too."

Wolffe looked at him in surprise, but then nodded and said, "Yes, indeed. I promised her I'd help free you and the others, promised to protect her. This feeling I have now... it's indescribably sickening, almost like the time Rex removed my first chip and I realized I was ready to kill the Jedi, that Master Koon had fallen."

Crosshair nodded slowly, "I have heard other clones say similar things. I was not even aware of this extreme effect until recently. My first chip never worked properly, most of the time I didn't know what was my decision and what was the chip's, but just before I ended up in Rampart's hands I had a new chip... the part that was controlled by the chip was ready to kill them, all of them and the rest was desperately but pointlessly fighting back"

Wolffe murmured, "Look, we'll just forget about the fight between the two of us. We both needed to blow off steam, that's all it was, okay?"

Crosshair nodded.

"Sounds good, I can live with that".

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[leeha225]

MAGIC FOOD (ONE SHOT)

Lee know × Fem reader

⚠Genre⚠: Fluff, Angst, sweet love, husband material Lee knowwwww! Man who cooks is golden😌should I include smut? 🤔

Synopsis: Y/n a workaholic, has issues with eating, and Lee know seems to be the answer to it.

(A/n: This ff isn't written to hurt anyones feelings or to be taken personally. Just purely based on a fictional approach).

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The clock ticking, silence ringing and the distant city swarm. All seemed to be clouding her brain, as sweat started pooling at her temples. Simple bread toast made her queasy. Picking on her food as nothing seemed to tinkle her taste buds. Pushing away her plate, Y/n leaned back and stared at the ceiling.

Sigh~

Her phone chimed. Byulie, her work bestie texts started flooding her notifications. She is badass to everyone around but a total sweet heart to y/n. How did she befriend her?

"Heyyyyy! Our team has arranged a luncheon this Saturday at this new famous restaurant. I looked it up and it's so classy. Sooooo, I really really REALLY need you to come"

"No can do"

Tossing her phone to the side, y/n ran her fingers through her dark wavy locks. Food really became her enemy. Not to long ago, at first y/n was teased for being a bit plumpy, later her work took a toll on her appetite. Wanting to be perfect, wanting to not disappoint her peers, y/n simply found food an unnecessary waste of time. Still, one needs energy to work. Simply dumping down few bites provided her the strength to work. But this wasn't healthy at all.

Picking up her plate, silently pushing down the toast to the trash. Washing up the only dish, Y/n evaded her study. Continuing her work routine, searching, typing, printing and clarification calls. This went on till 2AM. Finally, sending everything to be done, y/n crashed into her bed. Tire sinking away.

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Skipping breakfast to avoid someone, who might eventually convince her for the luncheon. Grabbing a plain milk carton, Y/n settled at her work desk, stretching out to start her day. Typing continues...

"Y/n-ieee~" Voice cooed softly from the back. Y/n froze, slowly turning to face her friend... Not interested.... Again faced her computer. "You cannot ignore me forever, we literally work for the same company"

"Uh huh" Y/n continued clacking at her keyboard.

"Listen, this luncheon is just to branch out, make more friends-"

"I have you and I'm very much happy" Y/n smiled half hearted at Byulie.

"Not convincing... Look, I know you don't like... Eating. But, sometimes you just need to give some things a try" Byulie whispered. Sound of the copier dissolved her voice completely. Y/n went still.

"•••" Byulie eyed the still sealed carton of plain milk. This girl

"Did you contact the doctor I recommended?"

"I don't have time"

"Then make time... You know what I'm not talking to you... EVER!...Hu" Byulie shot storming off, everyone peeking from their table.

Haizz~

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Packing up her things, Byulie's voice echoed about the luncheon.

'It's just a luncheon. I'll just say that I'm on strict diet'

Better not lose a friend over a simple luncheon. Checking her notifications, she realised that Byulie had blocked y/n. Childish.

Walking out the building, sudden pang of steamed food filled the air. Y/n crinkled her nose and turned to see where it came from. A small stall crowded with people of all ages, laughing all pleased with their food. Shaking her head, y/n made her to the parking space to find her car.

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Saturday morning the alarm blared at 8AM. Y/n sunk into the sheets groaning, patting the side table to find her phone.

Morning routines followed by checking and replying to important mails, freshening up and again going through her mail that she replied earlier. Finally, Y/n stood in front of her closest, debating on whether she should really go. Well yes Byulie is important. Instantly swinging the door open... It hit her. What is the occasion? Is it formal, party or casual. Y/n couldn't ask her friend since she has been.... Blocked. Falling back into her bed with a tiny jump, Y/n wanted to scream.

One last time, going through her closet to find anything that fit all the description. Exactly after 50mins, Y/n found a light yellow dress, simply formal, can also be worn for a party, casual material. Pairing it will tiny shiny earrings, cute bracelet watch and styled her hair that it cascaded over her shoulders, but pinned at the back.

Already 11pm, Y/n quickly wore block heels and set out to get into her car. Searching for the cat restaurant and she instantly got the results. It seemed to be very famous, mainly amongst woman. Y/n scoffed, pulsing her car to come alive. The place wasn't much far from where she lived, just 10mins by car.

Reaching the location, Y/n instantly gasped, the place was loaded with people. Huge trail of cars waiting to get in. Super, second fear of crowded places triggered. After few minutes y/n surprisingly found a parking space. Because of the place being super huge.

Breathe in... Breathe out.

Y/n got out and passed the attached cat cafe, cute furry felines playing and sleeping in their own space. The place made her surprisingly feel at peace.

"Y/n-ieee~" Byulie ran and pounced into a hug. Y/n almost tumbled back.

"Haizz... If you do this one more time I'll block you for sure" Y/n eyed the cats at the same time.

"Fine... Now, you look so pretty, Let's go" Tugging on her arm, both made their way to the restaurant. As much as it was fancy from the outside, their was no words to explain the interiors. Comfortable yet classic wooden design. A huge bar at the far end, people with all satisfied faces enjoying their food.

The company crowd stationed at the inner most tables right where the bar functioned.

"Byulie, I won't drink or eat. I'm going to say that it's a strict diet"

"Your really going to ruin your health at this rate" Settled next to each other as everyone started talking about the projects and personal life. Y/n felt left out, until few people tried striking a conversation but failed.

Everyone ordered various of dishes that y/n hasn't even heard of. The conversations continued when suddenly a waiter boy came over.

"Ma'am, are you sure you don't want to order anything?" Y/n was dumbfounded. The boy kept glancing at the back. Was he new?

"Uh... Yeah" Smiling softly to not hurt his feelings.

"O-okay, Thank you ma'am" Quickly bowing the boy left.

The food started to be served one by one. All 'wow' and clicking of the camera circled. People around seemed so enchanted by the food that she found lacking in her. Yet y/n found everything not so bad, taking out her phone to just go through her progress when-

Everyone started quieting down, the girls all gasped, Y/n still engraved in her phone.

"Good afternoon everyone" A soft sweet voice that seemed both safe and dangerous. Y/n unbothered. "Does the taste meet all of your expectations?"

"Yes, everything tastes amazing" Girls giggled as thet teased.

"Excuse me?" Byulie nudged y/n softly, breaking her away from her phone.

"Sorry what-" Whipping her head to the Man, y/n was stunned. Now she knows why this place was popular among woman. The man who stood in front was literally Gods favorite. Perfect pink lips, sharp nose aligned with two cat like eyes. Hair falling effortlessly over his forehead hooding his gaze. The man stared right into her soul.

"It seems you didn't order anything" He softly spoke like he caressed each word with care.

"Um... I-I'm on a strict diet. But everything here looks good" She said averting her eyes to anywhere but him.

"Thank you. But please do visit again. Your missing out some good food"

"I think since, the chef personally came over to ask. Why don't you try a small portion of his food" Y/n looked at Byulie in betrayal.

"Don't have to force her. But I know something that will suit your taste"

"Do you know my taste?" Y/n blurted out, the man raised eyebrows surprised. Everyone around murmured. The man leaned forward as she stared at her hands. His face just inches away from her ears. Y/n face started burn like fire.

"Try me" He softly said just for her to hear. Immediately the man walked away into the kitchen.

"W-why would you do that? " Y/n shot at Byulie, who continued eating her dish.

"You've been teased girl, your red as this tomato. I'm sure your not thinking straight. So, welcome for helping" Byulie showed her gratitude. Y/n leaned back in her seat, rubbing her hands on her thighs.

Just in minutes, the dish was served, a bowl of nutritious stuff like, vegetables, meat, balance of flour. The dish seemed colorful and personally brought out by the chef, not bad. Even after cooking this his attire seemed to not have a single stain. How does he manage serving everyone without flaw. Staring at the dish, y/n wasn't interested at all. Like 0%. But she can't complain, the man barely knows her and is doing this for the business.

"Thank you" Y/n said waiting for him to leave so she could shove the content, into Byulie's plate.

"I'm sorry. I can't leave till I get your feedback" Unbelievable. Well he wasn't kidding, picking up a spoon, the cold metal felt numbing against her sweaty hands. Scooping up half a spoon, Y/n bit at the end of the spoon, pieces of meet and veggies landing on her taste buds.

Gasp*

Y/n eye's widened at the taste, finally she could feel the flavours. Simple dish but burst of divinity spread through out. Quickly eating everything on the spoon y/n felt like crying.

"How is it?" The man asked softly smiling satisfied that y/n seems to enjoy.

"Perfect and tasteful" She said chuckling, taking another spoon. Byulie shocked more, as she too felt like crying. Finally the girl found her poison. Eyeing the chef and back at her friend. Byulie started cooking up a plan. Smirk~

"Thank you for your feedback" He commented and left peeking at y/n, just before leaving to the kitchen.

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Everyone done with their lunch, slowly the crowd started to leave. Hugs and departs as people started filing out, while y/n enjoyed her cinnamon pineapples.

"Y/n, we're the only ones here" Byulie chuckled, witnessing her friend eat for the very first time.

"Last one" Popping the last sweet spiced pineapple, y/n collected her things to leave. Both walked together and y/n couldn't help but wander her sight to get a final glimpse of the man.

"Your making it obvious"

"W-what?"

"He's right up front" As she said, The chef stood at table filled with young cute girls, devouring their view with him. A pang of jealousy hit when she realised, that she wasn't the only one he approached personally. Looking away y/n dragged Byulie out by her arm.

"Pfft... Vinegar is sour and so are you" Byulie couldn't hold back her laughter. Tying up her long hair into a messy bun, y/n gave her friend a death glare.

"That doesn't even rhyme. Goodbye" Y/n walked away.

"Wait! Y/n I'm happy that you... Came. Plus you've finally found your taste haven't you?" Byulie's eyes glistened. Was she crying?

"Hmm... I'm still working on it"

"Well I see more than just working on it. Anyway let's celebrate. How about coming to the bar once. Next week? Friday?"

"Woah, wait-"

"Friday it is. We don't have anything that day. See you at work. Love yaa" Byulie ran away leaving Y/n dumbfounded. Haizz~

Walking around the corner to her car, something caught her eye that made her immediately stop. The cats from the cafe all sleeping lazy everywhere. But then what really made her freeze was a basket full of tiny kitten encircled, cuddling each sibling to sleep under the warm afternoon sun. Y/n in awe went down to get a better view, lucky her even got a chance to witness on yawn.

"Ohhohoo, aren't you sleepy" She spoke in tiny voice, smiling brightly she observed them for while and stood up to find a figure behind her from the reflection of the cat cafe window. Y/n quickly turned to see the chef.

"You can go in if you want" His hands in the front, squeezed his muscles outlining his frame. The white chef attire didn't help covering his build.

"Um I just had lunch, so. Shouldn't you be in the kitchen?" The man laughed at her words.

"Lunch time is over, we don't start dinner shift till 6. So, I'm free" Was he trying to flirt?

"Is this how you pick up girls?" Y/n blurted.

"Are you jealous if I did?" The man slowly paced forward. To completely end this situation she turned back to see the cats.

"Me being jealous has nothing to do with you. But thank you for the nice meal. Goodbye" Y/n shot and darted over to her car.

"Lee Minho" He called after, she stopped walking to give than a questioning stare.

"What?"

"My name" His lips in a straight line.

"Didn't ask" Y/n got in the car and drove past the man with a devilish smile.

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Their wasn't much work being a Friday. Y/n just arranged her files and materials for better access. Just as Byulie promised, the girl popped out of nowhere to drag her to the bar.

"The day has come~" Byulie all excited played a nice playlist through the car ride. The restaurant was 30mins away and the traffic added a few. Jamming to loud music both laughed, talking and fangirling all the way. Quick change of clothes, Byulie settled with dazzling outfit fitting her demeanour of glam. Picking out an outfit your y/n, her friend settled at a black lacy silk dress, corset, a small dip to show some skin. Worst of all Or best of all is that, the skirt is veryyyyyy short.

"You look f*cking like a Queen" Byulie high already.

"I don't know, I've never-"

"Shush now you have, let's get wasted!!!"

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"You know what, I'm going to get super drunk that the company has to fire me this time" Secret being, only y/n knew was that, Byulie is from a very rich family with their own business. Her father wanting her to know the pain of work, forced her into her fiance's company. Sulking from day one to cause all the trouble to be kicked out and cancel the wedding. But later meeting her new friend, learning from y/n she survived. Still she wants to leave the company and live on her own...But.... "Just because he's good looking doesn't mean I'll stay quite, he's not me type at all, my type is someone like him" Just as y/n was finding a parking space at the restaurant, Byulie's comment made her spot someone, who clearly were to be avoided. Lee Minho stood talking to some guy outside the cat cafe with a box in hand.

"Ooooo~ it's the chef, no wonder" Her friend poking at her shoulder. "Did you contact him later?"

"No"

"Don't lie"

"Help me search for a space to park please"

"Fine. Left, near that tree" Focused on parking. "What is his name again?"

"Lee Minho-" Y/n whipped her head, wide eyes.

"Right, Lee Minho, time to play" Byulie got out all enthusiastic leaving her friend in shock.

"If you do anything funny like last time, I won't be dropping your drunk ass home" Her friend didn't mind, Both walked and not much family crowd were to be seen. Suddenly it seemed like a decent club. The air all hot as everyone were drinking and dancing about.

"What time is it?"

"10"

"No wonder"

Byulie quickly joined the dance after grabbing a glass from the waiter, while y/n settled at the bar counter watching her friend have fun.

"Ma'am How can I help you?"

"Beer please" The bartender popped open a bottle and passed it over. "Thanks" Tagging a nice gulp, surprisingly everything tasted perfect here.

"Y/n come! It's our favorite song!" Byulie dragged her into the crowd and for some reason, maybe it's the alcohol or just the atmosphere, y/n wasn't much worried about the loud, crowded place. Both started swaying to the song. The drunk Meter kept increasing as the duo chugged a few glasses of alcohol. Tired as hell both needed rest.

"I feel so good but I think I might puke" Byulie fell against the couch.

"Seriously?"

"Nah, maybe I will if I keep dancing"

"I'm parched wow" Y/n fanning her hand as she felt like melting right at the spot.

"M-ma'am?" The same waiter from last Saturday came over with a glass of some dark liquid.

"Yes?"

"This is on the house" His hands were trembling is he still scared.

"Thanks"

"Hey where's mine"

"You said you'll puke" Y/n teased. "You can have it if-"

"No! I-its for you" The boy was literally sweating.

"O-okay" Y/n let the dark liquid run over her taste buds and God it was intense. Bitter burning so strong but a sudden surge of ecstasy pulsed through her. Coughing she looked over at Byulie.

"Well how is it?"

"Veryyyyy strong don't try"

"Let's dance- oh excuse me I'll just" Grabbing her mouth Byulie ran towards the womans room. Leaving her friend all alone. Handing over the glass back, y/n made her way to check on Byulie, when someone suddenly grabbed her waist. She tried pushing away, inturn was swiveled around to face the perv. Some hefty dude dirty grinning, started to draw close. Y/n tried pushing away and ducking. Only way is to kick him in the-

Boom, the last thing she saw was the man went flying to the ground. The world spinning and her breathing echoed, music softly faded...

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"You doing great kitten" His honey like sweet teasing voice against her ear, as he was pressed against, taking her from the back. Slowly and sensually as hips moved in harmony. Moans and pants mixed with damp air, creaking of the bed harmonious with the rain pattering. The kept encouraging y/n to bear with his rough thrusts. Y/n started panting hard and looked back to see Lee Minho face sweaty and clearly brimming with Lust.

"Ahhmm~" Did she moan out loud. Eyes wide open in shock, y/n was in an unfamiliar place. A small attic room, simple decoration but cozy aesthetics. Sitting straight up her back felt sore like she were really knocked up. Suddenly the door burst open revealing an half naked Lee Minho. Jaw drop. Defined collar bone, hard pecs that stretched along his body and his chiseled abs. Work of God indeed.

"Like what you see?" He came in with a sinister grin plastered on his perfect face. Y/n couldn't pry to think of what's below those narrow waist. But for some reason her dream seemed real.

"D-Don't own a shirt?" Choosing every word as she lowkey bit her lip.

"Well apparently you do" Looking down at herself, she was wearing an unfamiliar shirt. Waittttttttt

"Did we? Did I? ... Ugh" Y/n buried her face in a pillow groaning.

"I really will if you don't stop making that noise" Y/n immediately sat up straight with a pout.

"I just helped you out of your spoilt clothes. I don't have anything else since this is my resting place between shifts. Not much stuff you see" Magically a glass of orange liquid popped out of nowhere. "Here" Trailing her sight over his veiny hands when it landed on a few fresh bruises.

"T-Thank you... Is your hand okay?" He quickly hid his hand.

"It's nothing, anyway I've made simple breakfast. Wanna join?" Y/n under a spell for his voice nodded without a thought. His shirt was bigger and made her look cute, Minho smiled to himself drawing out a plate. The morning at the restaurant not a single staff or customer, seemed... Silent.

"When do you open?" Y/n asked choosing a table.

"Today a bit late at 11" It was just 8:30...nice.

Placing the food over like pro and he too sat down across from her. Y/n smiled at the food, compliments to the chef really. Without thought with full trust, the girl started to dig in. Flavors hitting her over and over causing a mini party in her mouth.

"It's sooooo good" She exclaimed, sudden thoughts of her dream flashed making her blush.

"Im happy you enjoy my food" Everything from his mouth sounded wrong to her, only makes her more red. "But tell me... Do you have any problem regarding food?" His question made her to stop chewing on the egg.

"W-why?" Y/n felt little.

"Seeing how you reacted the first time we met then, the your friend reacted-"

"Speaking of friend. Where is she?" Y/n tried diverting the conversation.

"A guy picked her up claiming to be her fiance. Don't change the topic"

"Right fiance. I think I should leave" Y/n quietly gathered her things.

"Im sorry if I-"

"It's okay, im just not feeling well" Lee Minho helped out to get her phone as y/n just bursted out in weird clothes into her car and drove home. Reaching her parking space, y/n banged her forehead on the steering softly.

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"Don't even speak of it" Byulie rushed over to work disheveled.

"So you both did it?*

"SHUSH!" Byulie ran away to her work space. Y/n teasing her friend on a Monday morning seemed right to work through the week. Work started to pile up as new projects kept coming in. Back of her mind each time she drove past the restaurant the thought of her actions played.

Did I hurt his feelings?

The week went on with her hectic work life. And another week and another. Almost a month since that incident and not a word for either. Occasionally she would look at his shirt that hung silently in her closet. Still she had no time for that, Y/ns health went downhill as her work hours increased and food hours decreased. Everyone started to worry. Nothing seemed to help her through.

"You know what you need?...his magic" Byulie said but y/n refused. "Fine I'll cook for you"

"You can cook?" Y/n worried about her stomach now.

"Yes... It's horrible... So it's either his or mine, your choice. Horrible or good?"

"Just cook" Y/n didn't want to see the man. Byulie left to destroy the kitchen. Y/n on the other hand didn't mind much and drifted off to dream land.

After an hour, y/n was softly woken up by her friend, who handed her some nice warm congee. Surprisingly it looked edible, the smell bursting with flavor.

"Did you really make this?" She asked shocked.

"Just taste" Y/n took a spoon full and ate, wow the taste was just phenomenal and she very well knew who could do this"

"You didn't cook... Did you? Its-"

"I'm sorry but yes. Also someone is here to see you" Y/n quickly turned to the door. Haggard Lee Minho came in, he looked sad all over, mild stubble layered his jaw line.

"Hey" His now hoarse deep voice filled the space. Byulie slipped out.

"Hey" Y/n sat up, she was too thin than before. Her bones were literally covered by skin, frequent fainting and weakness written all over.

"I'm sorry about last time... I spoke with your friend and y/n i genuinely worry. It hurts seeing you like this and happy to know that my cooking helps you in a way. That night when you were drunk you cried in my arms about the disorder, wanting to be free from it. Wanting to be normal and that you were finally glad to have met me" Y/n took some time digesting his words. "So why don't you accept it. I'll cook for you forever, just don't walk out on me like that" His last line sounded quitter than a whisper. The man who would only be kind to cats finally opened up to her. Tears blurring her gaze as y/n sobbed.

"I don't know what to do. I just don't want to disappoint the people I love. This weak side should not make me seem vulnerable"

"It's not. Your the most strongest I've seen. Please just trust yourself once" Y/n drew in a shaky breathe.

"Okay I'll give you a chance" Cocky made his laugh through the pain.

"I'm very thankful" Choking on her tears, y/n leaped into his arms. He held her close, his forehead pressed to hers.

"Im thankful too" She said softly as they shared their sadness as one.

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Two pair of swollen eyes squinting at their dinner. One curious being, eyeing those two.

"You cry babies" She said snapping a few silent pictures of the new couple.

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After many dates and intimate days, y/n and Minho lived together happily. Y/ns sudden love actions in harmony with the love he showed through his cooking. She changed her hectic profesion to help out in the restaurant. Both ran the place with all success and happiness. Realising that 'The only way to ones heart is through his/her stomach'

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A/n: weird story that I'm cringing over, but yeah hope you guys like it ❤follow for more ✨

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[seradae]

Umbilical [FF] [sci-fi] [Spire universe] [SFW] [thriller]

No matter how many times she saw it, the sun rising over the arc of Mars never ceased to amaze her. She was in an EVA suit some 250km above the planet and while she should've been working, she couldn't help but stop and stare; wouldn't be such a problem if it didn't happen every half hour.

She shook her head and refocused on her work, welding giant plates together. This activity was of critical importance, but utterly tedious. If she looked behind her, she'd see the hundreds she already put together that day, but there was no time for that.

In six more long months, these plates would be the external structure of the largest space station ever constructed; a massive spaceport, hotel, and shopping mall for the solar system's richest assholes. But right now, it was just rough iron plates, spinning around the planet like a shattered asteroid.

But for now, her day was almost over and she needed to focus. She finished the bead linking the new plate to the structure she was working on, checked her work, then reached into the plate holder behind her and began moving the new one into place.

A voice startled her as it came through comms in her helmet. "Lys, how many do you have left?"

"Three; running behind."

"Pick it up. The next shift starts soon and we can't afford any delays." She discovered early-on that even in space, bosses are assholes.

"Copy," she spat out as she finished positioning the next plate. The magnets began pulling the pieces into tight alignment when she realized her umbilical had gotten caught between them. There was no time to abort; by the time she clocked the problem, all that was left to do was gasp out "oh sh-."

Reaching up to her chest, she pulled an emergency tab, cutting off the - now severed - external air supply and engaging the internal air generator. Five minutes. She had five minutes to get to safety or she would die. At most.

She slapped the button to open comms and shouted, "mayday. Umbilical severed. Heading back to my pod." As she did this, she turned around and grabbed the kevlar tether holding her to her ship. It was only around a hundred meters away, but it seemed a world away.

She always considered herself to be good under pressure, but as she pulled herself along the tether and back to safety, she couldn't even make out the questions coming through her helmet; all she heard was the dull roar of her blood pumping.

She reached the airlock and cranked the door open as quickly as she could. How much time had passed? It could've been a minute or five; she couldn't say. Did she feel light headed? Would she make it?

It cracked open and she pulled it, throwing herself inside as she disconnected the tether, no time to wind it back up. She turned around to grab the hatch and close it as she noticed a loop of the tether stuck in the door. "Oh fuck."

In her rush to get inside, she hadn't considered basic physics: the tether had her velocity when she detached it, and it followed her in. Briefly, she considered just shoving the door until it cut the tether, but there was no chance; the kevlar would win that fight.

Quickly, she opened the hatch and grabbed the loop of tether, throwing it out. She grabbed the door and closed it, then began spinning the handle to lock it. That's when the edges of her vision began going dark.

In retrospect, she was proud of making it this far. Despite the exertion using up her oxygen, she made it almost seven minutes. But this was it. She couldn't go any further. "Fucking tether," she thought as it all went dark.

Then the lights came back. The airlock was foggy and frigid, and her helmet was being pulled off her head. "I have never been so fucking scared in my life," cried Amelia, her long pink hair floating behind her as tears pooled in her eyes and obscured her vision.

"I was watching through the airlock window. I'm so, so glad you're okay. You are okay, right?"

"I think so. I hope so, at least," Lys panted, relishing in the recycled oxygen, even as her teeth chattered.

"Come on, let's get inside," Amelia said gently as she pulled her into the capsule and closed the hatch. Lys started removing her suit, but Amelia virtually pounced on her, giving her a deep kiss and holding her close.

"I love you and I'm so glad you're okay. That was terrifying, from the second I heard your call on the radio. If that asshole hadn't rushed you, you would've been fine."

"I know, love. But I'm okay now. I promise," she said, running her fingers through Amelia's hair.

"You are never leaving this capsule again," she whispered, clinging to Lys.

"You and I both know that can't happen," Lys said with a kiss to her nose. "But I'll always come back."

#txt #wlw #lesbians in space #scifi writing #sci fi writing #scifi #the spire

[flslp87]

Updated 12/30/2022 for New Year’s 2023

It’s been three years since I put together this little ficlit together. But every year, I pull it out and add to it. Who knows, maybe someday I’ll have a complete story.

Life has changed a lot for many of us since OUAT ended. While I’ve not been writing (or really even reading) fanfics, I haven’t said goodbye to writing, though. I’ve been writing small town mystery romance. My books are available in all Estores. You can check them out here.  Swan Harbor Books 

Some of my friends that I met through our love for CS @imagnifika  @duathadun @lfh1226-linda and Maggie for hanging with me through it all. 

My hope is for 2023 to bring peace and happiness to all. Remember - without hope, there would be no happy endings. 

This ficlet follows canon from my Season 7 Canon divergent -- A Happy Ending Begins with Hope. It can be found on AO3, FF, and tumblr with gifs. 

Summary: Hope has a date.  How will her family react?

Hope’s New Year’s Date

Words ~ 1500

During Hope Jones’ young life, Storybrooke had gone through many changes, and none more so than around the holidays. They had town Easter Egg hunts, fireworks and picnics in July, bonfires for Halloween, family feasts at Thanksgiving, and caroling at Christmas. 

Hope had memories of each one of them. However, there was one event that she had been looking forward to for years, and that was the Snowflake Ball. 

Held every New Year’s Eve, the Snowflake Ball was only for those who were sixteen and above. Everyone brought out their formal clothes and danced until midnight. And, if she was lucky, the man she was crushing on would ask her to go with him. 

Gideon Gold was ahead of her in school and so dreamy, he made her head spin. Plus, when he looked at her with his chocolate brown eyes, her heart raced, and her breath stuck in her throat. 

She’d been crushing on him for years, but it had only been in the last six months that he’d given her the time of day. Did that mean that he was seeing her as more than a girl? If so, was it possible she’d finally get to spend the evening with him — as his date? 

Two weeks before the New Year’s Eve Ball, Hope was at Granny’s with her best friends, Melanie and Robyn, bemoaning the fact that Gideon still hadn’t done as she wished. Her only saving grace was that he’d not asked anyone else either — of that, she was sure. So far, she’d tried everything she could think of to let him know she was available. At the speed he was moving, though …. 

“Earth to Hope.” Melanie snapped her fingers several times. “Earth to Hope.” 

“I’m sitting right here, Melanie,” Hope grumbled. “What’s the problem?” 

“You were staring off into space again,” Robyn replied. “Were you dreaming about Gideon?” 

“Shush,” Hope hissed. “He’s sitting right over there!” 

“He can’t hear us,” Melanie assured her. 

Hope glanced over her shoulder toward where Gideon was sitting with her uncle, Neal, and had to agree with Melanie. There was no way they could be heard from that far away. 

“You should have told your uncle to tell Gideon to ask you out,” Robyn suggested. “It would have saved a lot of circling around each other.” 

“Don’t you know circling around each other is part of the fun?” Hope grinned. “Or at least that’s what my mother says.” 

“You don’t believe her, though. Do you?” Melanie followed up. 

Hope glanced up from where she’d been pleating and unpleating her napkin. “Why would you say that?” 

Melanie nodded down at the table. “Because you’re nervous. If you were having fun, you wouldn’t be nervous.” 

Did she agree with her friends? She wasn’t so sure. Yes, she enjoyed flirting with Gideon. But it would be so much easier to enjoy flirting with him, if she knew what he thought of her. 

“You could ask him, you know?” Robyn offered pragmatically. “This is the twenty-first century, after all.” 

“I know,” Hope sighed. “But …” Again, her gaze was drawn over her shoulder to the table where Gideon and Neal were still involved in a deep conversation. Robyn was right. She could ask him. 

“Go on,” Melanie encouraged. “But what?” 

Hope shrugged. “My father is a little old-fashioned and well …” 

Robyn frowned. “But didn’t I see in the book that your mother asked your father out first?” 

“That was different,” Hope murmured. “My father didn’t think he was good enough for my mother.” 

“And you don’t think that’s an issue with Gideon?” Melanie asked. “After all, his father and your father have a history.” 

“Which I’m fully aware of,” Hope snapped. “But I want him to ask me. Do you think I’m expecting too much?” 

“I would say ‘have hope,’” Melanie grinned. “But something tells me you don’t need it.” 

“Why?” 

“Because,” Robyn tipped her chin slightly in Gideon’s direction, “ he’s headed this way.” 

“He’s what?” Hope squeaked. 

“On his way over,” Melanie whispered. 

Hope glanced over her shoulder, and when her gaze briefly met Gideon’s, her heart dropped into her stomach. 

Oh my! Oh my! Oh my! She leaned on the table. “How do I look?” 

Melanie rolled her eyes. “You look fine. Stop worrying.” 

“Hope,” Gideon’s aftershave titillated her senses, “can I speak with you for a moment?”  

Hope’s gaze slowly lifted until her blue eyes clashed with his dark ones. “Sure.” She wanted to roll her eyes at just how breathy she sounded. “Can I help you with something?” 

Gideon’s gaze touched on Melanie and Robyn, then back to Hope. “Can we speak alone? Would that be alright?” 

“Oh, Okay. That would be fine.” Then she wanted to roll her eyes at how ridiculous she sounded. 

“Can we talk now?” Gideon asked again. 

“Go on,” Melanie mouthed. 

Hope took a nervous breath and slid out of the booth. The butterflies in her stomach took off at once. It forced her to focus on putting one foot in front of the other as she followed Gideon across the floor. 

He led her around the building to a secluded corner and crowded her, pushing her to back up against the wall. Being close to him was everything she’d ever wanted, but now that it was happening, her heart was racing, and the urge to giggle was strong.   

“Is this okay?” Gideon asked hesitantly. “I noticed that—“

“—Everyone was staring at us?” Hope muttered. 

“Yes.” Gideon smiled. “Are you okay with that?” 

“Why wouldn’t I be?” 

“Well,” he went on. “Our fathers …” 

“Will never be best friends,” Hope replied. “Why?” She hesitated for a beat. “Are you scared of my dad?” Then she wanted to smack herself in the head that those words had fallen from her mouth. “Scared?” Gideon laid his hand on his chest. “Me?” 

“There’s no one else out here.” 

“I’m not scared.” Gideon propped one hand on the building next to her head and leaned in a little closer. “Should I be?” 

“It depends.” 

“On?” 

“Why you brought me out here?” 

Gideon’s gaze dropped to her mouth, then right back up. It caused her lips to tingle and made her wonder what it would feel like if she just went for it. 

“Hope.” He brushed her hair behind her shoulder and took a half step closer. His dark eyes mesmerized her, and his heat reached out. “I was wondering if you would go to the Snowflake Ball with me?” 

Her breath caught, and the words Be cool! Be cool! were on repeat inside her head. But having Gideon ask her to go to the dance had been her dream for longer than she could remember. “Yes!” She fought to keep from squealing. “Yes, I’ll go to the dance with you.” 

A slow smile crawled across Gideon’s mouth. “You will?” 

“I will.” 

His eyes twinkled, and before he even opened his mouth, somehow, she knew what he was going to say. “And you’ll protect me from your father? If it’s necessary, that is.” 

Hope giggled. “I’ll protect you.” 

“Good,” he replied in a husky voice. “I’ll pick you up at 8:00 p.m.”  

“I’ll be waiting.”  

Gideon brushed his knuckles down her cheek. “We’ll have fun.” 

Her breath hitched, and she fought to push the lump in her throat down. “We will.” 

“Shall we?” He inclined his head toward the diner door. 

In a daze, Hope followed him back inside and slid into her booth seat. “Well,” Melanie and Robyn cried simultaneously. “What happened?” 

“What happened?” Hope asked absently. 

“Did he ask you to the dance?” Melanie pushed. 

“Did you say yes?” Robyn followed up. 

“What are you going to tell you parents?” Melanie questioned. 

Hope glanced from one friend to the other. “What do you mean?” 

“You know the history between your fathers,” Robyn stated. “Will there be bloodshed?” 

“Bloodshed?” Hope giggled. “Aren’t you the one who said this is the twenty-first century?” 

“True,” Robyn sighed. “But that had nothing to do with the possibility of a duel.” 

Hope rolled her eyes. “There’s not going to be a duel. Everything will be fine.” 

“Good luck with that.” Melanie smiled sympathetically. “I’m glad I’m not you.”  

“Gee, thanks.” Hope glanced over her shoulder in Gideon’s direction again, and their gazes clashed. “I told him I’d protect him if I needed to.” 

Robyn waggled her eyebrows. “But who’s going to protect you from Gideon?” 

“Do you think I need to be protected from Gideon?” Hope murmured. “I’m not so sure.” 

“I guess it depends on what you want,” Melanie replied. “What do you want?” 

Once again, Hope’s gaze clashed with Gideon’s. What did she want from him? The memory of how he’d made her lips tingle when he’d looked at them had her turning back to her friends. “What do I want?” 

“Yes, Hope,” Robyn nodded. “What do you want?” 

“A kiss,” Hope sighed. “I just want a kiss.” 

***

Fin ... at least for now. 

Will she get it? Should the story be finished? 

Happy 2023! May all your dreams come true.  

Tagged a few people who were on the initial one.

@sailormew4 @annaamell @emmateo26 @bethacaciakay @ultraluckycatnd @effulgent-mind @ilovemesomekillianjones @kat2609 @brooke-to-broch @missgymgirl @galadriel26 @the-lady-of-misthaven​ @charmingturkeysandwich​ @jennjenn615​ @kimmy46​ @snowbellewells​ @iamanneenigma​ @daxx04​ @nickillian​ @in-spirational​ @gillie​  @britishguyslover​ @ginnyjinxedandhanshotritafirst​ @kmomof4​  @linda8084​ @golfgirld​ @captain-swan-coffee​ @searchingwardrobes​ @hollyethecurious​ @laughswaytoomuch​  @allyourdarlingswans​  @winterbaby89​ @facesiousbutton82​ @therooksshiningknight​, @lfh1226-linda​ @tiganasummertree​  @jrob64 @jonesfandomfanatic    @everything-person @girl-in-a-tiny-box @resident-of-storybrooke @qualitycoffeethings @sherifffjones  @countrybroadwayprincess    @tiganasummertree   @hufflepuffinstorybrooke   @kristi555    @nikkiemms @gingerchangeling @marcella2727    @idontdothatveryoften @lady-bell

#csff #csholidayfic #Emma #Killian #Hope #NewYearsDate #csfluff #csedit #csgifset #csgraphic

[nosafeharbour]

Pandæmonium: Anabaseios thoughts/reactions

Hoo, boy... I have so many thoughts and emotions that I need to untangle here. I wrote up some initial reactions as I played, but I'm glad I slept on it and went back through my screenshots to mull them over.

I liked it. I think it's one of the strongest raid tiers in story and set pieces both. Do I like it over Abyssos? I can't say, I'll have to see how I feel in the future. Last night I felt a lot more conflicted over it, than I do today! Letting it sit in my mind was a good thing.

My Abyssos thoughts are here, if curious!

The first fight was so cool! Loved the voice acting, and the memories/souls... especially the mage, who was giving me Mhachi mage vibes. I want to make them into an OC... the martialist and just, a Behemoth, were also very neat

[blows up myself up with my mind]

He did the italicised you... my favourite...

Lahabrea and Erichthonios hanging out with us so casually in the Aitiascope is very charming... especially the researchers cowering away. I can’t believe these are some of the only two people alive outside of the Scions to have ever seen an Ancient

You’re scaring the hoes

When I tell you that I started quaking and did not stop until I finished the tier. The incredibly stormy maelstrom of feelings over “I’m getting the thing I wanted, but I don’t know how it’s gonna go or make me feel yet”

Oh, the places we shall see! The sad faces we shall make! God, she’s really going through it

This area was gorgeous... I love it when they put my monochrome WoL in monochrome spaces. The hand and eye motifs here were stunning

The Pandæmonium fight itself was SO cool... the voice acting and mechanics were really fun. This is probably the fight (asides from P12S P2) that I’m the most curious to see in Savage

[nervous shrieking laughter]

ABSOLUTELY adore this. I was really hoping it was going to be what the Heart of Sabik looked like, or representative of it, in a way.

[shoving my entire fist in my mouth]

Gaius mention... while Lahacred is on screen... nodding, smiling

The slow zoom as they silently stared at each other... pretty sure Lahabrea knows that Albi could confirm his suspicions, but neither of them want to say anything.

I quite like the framing of this memory of Lahabrea - we’re picking up where we left off after knowing him in Abyssos, a “version” of him from closer to the Final Days, but with the context of nothing he learns or experiences here having any impact on the “real” Lahabrea that we meet later on. We get the character set piece, without any longlasting character growth. He gets to learn about his future self, but not in a way that impacts that future. For the WoL, it’s such an interesting mix. A man discovering his future horrors. But WoL is reluctant to say anything, so it’s a very stubborn game of chess.

It’s from here on, with the real and grounded Heart of Sabik lore, that my thoughts get much more complicated! Not in a bad way, I’m just overwhelmed.

It is interesting that it does, ultimately, all stem back to the High Seraph. I have/had a complicated view of the Ivalice raids... even as somebody who loves FF Tactics, I felt at the time that they felt too much like transplanting FFT/XII lore into FFXIV in a way that didn’t feel as smooth and natural as other homages. I didn’t enjoy Ivalice until The Orbonne Monastery, and Bozja, the latter of which did the most for soothing those feelings... The implication that the Heart of Sabik was auracite that stemmed from the High Seraph, I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I’m still not sure how I feel about it! At the very least, I can really respect them holding fast to their own internal lore. Ivalice isn’t any less important or major, for being a piece of side content.

Equally interesting that the reason Azys Lla was involved, specifically the Aetherochemical Research Facility, was because Lahabrea was still carrying the Heart of Sabik with him until the day he died. The memories of Athena still within it, called out to the shard of Erichthonios... I had hoped that there was going to be some further connection to “our” Lahabrea and where he seemingly died there, but I guess he truly did die. Again, respect holding fast to their lore!

So Ultima, as a spell and a concept in all of it’s forms from Ivalice, to  Pandæmonium, and finally to the Ultima Weapon and Werlyt, does truly originate from Ultima, the High Seraph. But the Heart of Sabik itself, has the most major ties to Athena. I’ll put my more specific thoughts on Ultima at the end.

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Oh my god... they did it... I really love Elidibus a lot (in a “sleeper agent” way where I don’t think about him much until he’s on screen in front of me, but he is the other Ascian other than Lahabrea that really had me invested and hanging onto the Ancients plot) but I’m so, so glad for the Elidibus fans. To get to see his true form, and for it to really lean into the blind justice themes, it’s so good. I’m emotional

And the arena... this truly is the original meeting hall/chambers for the Convocation, is it not? The way it directly mirrors the meeting space the Ascians use in the Rift is amazing. The light pouring in through the windows, the views of Amaurot outside of them... amazing. The sigil on the banners surrounding the hall is Lahabrea’s, so I wonder if this is the Speaker’s hall, in some manner?

P11 itself made me tear up randomly during the fight, lmao, I don’t remember the last time that happened... maybe the Werlyt trials, or Endsinger... the music hitting crescendos, seeing attack names that so closely catered to Elidibus lovers, and the feelings of this being the truly last chapter to the Ascians/Ancients... it got to me.

Ahh... so I have complex feelings about Albi ever using/giving her aether out like this, even when the WoL does it fairly often. After her incident at The Ghimlyt Dark in 4.5, she hasn’t been able to control her aether in a manner she could offer it to others, and even since recovering enough to return to the mantle of Black Mage, it’s still something that she’d pause before doing.

But this moment felt right. It reminded me of this moment, the last time Albi did something of the sort;

And considering who that was done to defeat, it feels poetic!

Additionally, I’ve had a lot of thoughts since Abyssos about Albi’s aether... I’ve been bouncing back and forth on this idea of Lahabrea doing something with her aether, half motivated by him actually imbuing you with some in order to summon allies just before P8, but also because an Ancient who is so heavily aspected to fire, who already does comment on the WoL’s strange composition, wouldn’t be able to not notice Albi’s still inbalanced fire-aspected aether. I’ve had some scenes I wasn’t sure if I wanted to write or draw, but now I’m just certain that he did take note of it... I think the context is that he gives her some aether after she’s so worn out and woozy from P8, and while it’s not something she consents or agrees to, his feeble poke does help mend the last bits of damage to her aether. This is a story for another time, but, it all goes into this moment with Albi’s aether.

Tangent over!

These lines of dialogue just really hit.

I really adore this design, as much as I am like. Oh my god noooo the lunar moth with eyes thing was my Light Warden/Titania design for Albi! First she took Ultima from me, and now this badass design. I’m happy but like NO, WAIT lmao

Considering Athena has the same hair colour/style as me irl and I’ve always found that amusing, I’m... she’s taken everything from me...

(I really, really like Athena, so I’m allowing it)

I like that she’s simply Theos, to go with the Hemitheos title that the others got. She’s a full god.

The High Seraph’s angels... I know I already talked about my thoughts on the High Seraph, but it was only implied until post-raid. This is the moment I was like ohhhhh yeah, this is 100%

OH, THIS IS... THIS... [shoves my entire fist in my mouth, again]

Glad that we wiped 2 or 3 times, so I could get a few different angles on this. She’s doing the same gesture with the arms, and it’s the same effect, as when the Ultima Weapon casts Ultima.

And it’s called Theos’s Ultima... I only noticed this going over these screenshots again. The Weapons in Werlyt used Optimised Ultima, there’s this, and then I think only Ultima Weapon and Pandæmonium use “just” Ultima. Unsure about the High Seraph, perhaps she does too? I’ll have thoughts about this later!

It was very cool to see what a person using Ultima looks like! Again, I’ll have thoughts about this at the end. The elephant in the room on my personal WoL lore, lmao

I do like Athena, as a character... I’ve always wanted more women villains, especially one who is so unapologetic, and covers the facet of the Ancients that I didn’t initially vibe with; Hermes touched upon it, but the power to create and destroy, and act as a steward of life, is something that cannot only breed good.

And I love Erichthonios... I liked his send-off. He got the emotional farewell/”death” for the sake of the player and their journey. We know the true Erichthonios is sundered later on, but we get this moment

Ah... I am just... ahhhh

Here it is, here’s The Scene. This ended up being so close to a lot of what I wanted for their moment of closure, including the setting, but different enough in ways that were surprising and refreshing

You are him. The option and delivery here was just so perfect, I am going to think about this line forever.

Lahabrea calmly putting the pieces together, asking this, and having the calm response back from WoL... understanding the journey his future self went through, and not even faulting it, because he is so sure in his sense of self that he can see how he would go down that path. This isn’t like Emet balking at the idea of the things he did and calling it fiction, this was Lahabrea understanding, cursing his future blindness, but not even refuting what he does.

While we did not get the moment I really wanted, where we speak to the culmination of “our” Lahabrea who recognises us from ARR and HW, as well as Pandæmonium’s Lahabrea, this might fit his character more. It’s a nice moment in the writing. It’s a moment of dignity for ARR/HW Lahabrea, almost, recognising his acts but not dragging them to the spotlight.

And again, the way he simply and calmly accepts these acts. I love the moment of Claudien thanking him, and recognising him as the Speaker and not as the Ascian, because it’s another full-stop on the note of Lahabrea being someone who was so respected and adored. But Lahabrea, with his calm (”a calm heart stays the course”...) and collected mind, can simply brush that aside. I become your enemy, and your enemy deserves no sympathy.

Everyone (including Albi simply smiling at him) heckling him to accept the thanks is sweet, though. “If you insist on deceiving yourselves, then so be it. My stance remains unchanged.”... I like this writing a lot...

I also really liked Lahabrea’s “I will hear no more, you are not him” in response to Claudien wanting to bring up Erichthonios’s memory. It was a nice touchpoint back to the theme of “you are you, and nobody else” from Shadowbringers... we are neither Ardbert, nor Azem, Gaia is not Loghrif, and Claudien is not Erichthonios. Albi has a lot of complicated thoughts in regards to Azem in her interactions with Lahabrea, particularly in this scene, feeling as if she “should” be doing or saying certain things in order to honour their memory. So this was a good moment in which to hear Lahabrea say this.

I know this is not the “real” Lahabrea, but having this, in the eyes of the player and in context, essentially be his last words... ah... it’s good. It’s sad, and lacks the amount of emotional closure I really did want, but in a way that is simply so succint and fitting of Lahabrea’s character. He’s not as sentimental towards us as someone like Themis, or even Emet-Selch. This is fitting, for him, even if my heart wanted more.

There isn’t always a happy ending. You can’t always have things turn out how you want.

One last trip to wrap things up... Hegemone!! I dressed up as you for Halloween raid night last year. Good to see you

Hehe... I just wanted to say hello... :’)

This is one of the coolest shots and lines of dialogue in the whole raid series. I adore him.

Ah... he did it! It happened! While I suppose he did live without Hephaistos for a fairly long period of time before we encounter him in Abyssos, I was surprised that he’d rejoin with that piece of him so relatively quickly, afterwards. I was anticipating it to be right near the Final Days, if not afterwards? But this was a good scene. I liked the subtle change in him, after - he is still himself, but with that slightly sharper edge.

And then oh my god, we got The Scene... 2

Ah... I guess this is a nice counterpart to the more emotional, wistful farewell scene. Reading these lines again made me misty eyed though, lmao... This is underlining his stance; I am committed to my course, regardless of where it takes you. We are not alike.

I like it! It’s such a clear paralell to Emet’s final final words to us in Ultima Thule... my convictions are invincible. Considering I had issues with them softening up Emet a bit too much in his sentimentality for us, I like that they went out of their way to do the opposite with Lahabrea.

It’s curious - going by Erichthonios’s epilogue, and their mention of the event at the start, the memory versions we journeyed with were created right before the Final Days, they knew about their impending doom. The Lahabrea who gave us his softer farewells also has these memories of this more divisive parting. We got both the respected, wise man of days gone, but also this more haughty man who lines up more with the image we have of him as a villain... hm... I’m going to dwell upon this a lot and come back to it.

In both scenes, I do like his final words. At the same time, I’m glad they’re not his final words from the viewpoint of the Ascian, just in that I don’t have to redo my Final Words sticker set... LOL... but maybe a second set, with these Ancient versions of their final words

Erichthonios’s memory epilogue was good. I like how it all came back to the start.

This screenshot just feels so fake. To be holding the Heart of Sabik so casually... I wish it looked a little bit cooler. I was ready to make an enamel pin, or something.

Speaking of epilogues... damn.

I was SO shocked that this scene was voiced, as I’m sure many were. I’m so, so glad though. He deserved this; we got a bit of this in Endwalker, but getting this semi-final version of him created from pieces of him in the lifestream, meaning he is as complete enough as needed for this closure, with all his memories... it was good. It was very poignant.

This is a “where you go my dearest friend, fate shall surely follow” level of good line. God. This one is going to stick with me.

Goodbye.

Some final optional dialogue with Claudien to confirm the Heart of Sabik’s direct relation to the High Seraph... and there we have it! All done.

I’ll be honest, when I finished this last night, I knew I liked it but... felt depressed, nonetheless. I suppose it was a feeling not unlike grief, that in one day, I’d just seen the end of Gaius and Lahabrea’s stories, as well as the wider Ancients story. And while the latter has not engaged me so much in Endwalker as it did in the past, it’s still been such an ongoing thread, and Pandæmonium has felt like the only part of Endwalker I’ve really connected to... and now it’s over.

Today, especially after going through these screenshots again, and realising I was running on 3 hours of sleep yesterday, I am feeling much better.

I am still slightly sad that Lahabrea did not get as much focus in this raid series as I’d hoped! I wanted this to be his moment of closure equivalent to the Dying Gasp and the Seat of Sacrifice. Not only was the Hephaistos fight not his “true” self in the same manner as Hades, in the end... Emet and Themis just got ANOTHER set of nice moments of closure, in Ultima Thule and then in P11. Having seen Themis’s true form now, it only stands out more how we never saw Lahabrea’s. Themis got that voiced cutscene, but nothing from Lahabrea. I think I’m always going to be slightly hung up on that.

The other thing I felt weirdly conflicted about was that Ultima means so much to me - there’s this nervous energy that comes from having the Heart of Sabik now cleared up and attributed to other characters. Ultima coming in during the music in the Final Day made me cry when I first heard it, and I decided that Albi uses Ultima during that fight, with the help of some post-Werlyt research into the relics left behind from that, and dynamis. Last night, after finishing Anabaseios, I was left feeling like I couldn’t even use that any more. I never liked the High Seraph much, I was sad that none of the music in this raid tier even used the Ultima leitmotif, and now it was Athena’s “thing”...

But the whole point of Albi using Ultima was that she was reclaiming it in the name of hope, as she has done with Allagan relics before it, as she did with all of the final boss motifs in the Final Day’s theme. I’m still keeping it. :) Seeing that Athena’s was call Theos’s Ultima, I’m thinking Albi’s might just have a different name, too. Magi’s Ultima, or something. I’ll work on it.

My god, this post became so long. But I had a lot riding on Anabaseios! I’m happy with it. I’m glad that of all the tiers this expansion, the one I raided most fully was Abyssos, though, and that is possibly still one that means the most to me. But I’m looking forward to casually progging Anabaseios, and seeing what P12S might be like!

Lahalbi... real? Not really, not in the ways I’d hoped. But they mean a lot to me, as does Ultima.

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❝ 𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝚸𝚮𝐎𝚩𝐈𝚨 ❞ FEAT. BONTEN! MANJIRO SANO

w. sfw, fem bodied!reader, no pronouns mentioned, toxic relationship, fallen out of love but to scared to leave, talks about anxiety, stress, guilt, fear, lowk a song fic but not?

n. after years i managed to finish a mediocre at best ff finally, for @xoayato’s collab—too young to die fall in love <3

LISTENING TO: FEAR OF BEING ALONE (ACOUSTIC) - LENNON STELLA

isolophobia: also known as autophobia—isolophobia, eremophobia, or monophobia—is the fear of being isolated, lonely, or alone.

the air is stale, sunlight pouring through the window as the curtains break the rays, allowing little to no light in. from the light that did make its way into the living room, the dust dances through the air, catching the reflection of the light giving it a white glow.

you sit in the bleak room, the heat from the sun making the once chilled room stuffy; the cool surface temperature from the leather sofa is the only relief as the space becomes warmer. even though the air had no substance or you had no illness in your body, it was difficult to breathe. you wanted to claw at your throat, hoping that it would help fill your lungs with oxygen, but you remained still, knowing it would do nothing.

as the day went on, it became more insufferable. the silence was ringing you out and hanging you up to dry, the air transitioning from a warm to a calmer state, and the room's color. the sun lit the room up warm, and as it set and the moon announced itself, the room became a dull blue. you hadn't moved from the spot you settled down in since mid-day, not moving until the front door opened and welcomed home your boyfriend—manjiro.

“i’m home,” he kicks off his flip-flops from his bruised, scabbed feet, turning around and locking the door before shoving his hands back inside his pants pockets. you pushed yourself off the couch; the feeling of being lightheaded clouded your brain, blurring your line of vision. ignoring the way your body begged you to take care of itself, you made slow, steady, light strides to where he stood in the middle of the walkway between the living room and the kitchen.

his fatigued eyes gloss over you, sighing and leaning into you to give you an empty kiss. you grabbed the hemming at the bottom of his oversized shirt “welcome home, manjiro. let’s go to bed.”

the bed was cold, and although you and mikey cuddled together, it left a bitter taste on your tongue.

your head was spinning; the overwhelming thoughts kept invading your mind while you continued to cuddle into his chest. you would think cuddling your boyfriend would help ease your mind—however—it’s doing the exact opposite.

you and mikey once had a beautiful, lasting relationship, acting like a couple where every day was their honeymoon. every day would be a new adventure, even if it were going to each other’s place to have a home date or going on late-night motorcycle rides and causing chaos among the city streets; being with him made you feel so alive, him so alive.

but as time went on, mikey grew more distant, colder. after being together for so long, being so happy together, you couldn’t help but wonder where the change of direction came from. your eyes start to blur as you stare off into your minimalistic bedroom, the moon peeking through the blinds illuminating the carpeted floor. you missed the days where you and he were happy, missed the days where things felt right. your grip tightened around mikey’s abdomen; tears started to fill your eyes.

you’re in bed with a stranger, you think. there was no love to give or receive from each other, no reason to keep enduring this pain that made your body heavy with sadness.

you loved mikey, you loved him at some point, as he did with you; but as time passed—the later he stayed out, the more violence that he accepted in his line of work, and the more bonten influenced his life—everything seemed to fade from your once colorful world—to monochrome.

the tears continued to stream down your saddened face, creating a wet, semi-transparent patch on mikey’s white shirt on top his pectoral. choking back a sob, you lift his arm that was loose on your waist over your body and onto his stomach, shuffling out of bed quietly and leaving the room to go into the living room.

the air was still, calm, and stuffy, and you found it hard to breathe despite leaving the room where mikey slept in peace. the couch engulfed your frame, practically swallowing you whole, and you dug yourself further into the leather. your lips cracked—mouth parted slightly, threatening to drool out the spit you didn’t swallow from when you were crying—eyes red and puffy, and your nose irritated from wiping the water-downed snot from your nostrils with your worn down, oversized shirt. you took a few deep breaths through your mouth, closing your eyes and feeling the oxygen invade your lungs.

why couldn’t you leave? surely he doesn't want what was once comforting, now awkward silence to stick around. you two acted like a thorn in each other’s side, small talk that only went as far as “how was your day?” “good.”

you felt as if the room was mocking you, walls and furniture laughing at your state. the room was grounded and stable, while you and mikey were the complete opposite. as you open your eyes, you stare off into the wall in front of you, the only thing decorating it being the tv mounted onto it. ease settled into your mind as you continued to stare, taking deep, shallow breaths, all before crumbling back down. the walls you once built knocked over, and being with mikey stopped you from building them up again.

it wasn’t love that made you stay, no, but rather what would you do if you left? if he left? where would you go? who would be waiting for you?

no one, you’re all alone.

it wasn’t the love that made you stay—it was the fear of being alone.

mikey was all you were used to, and despite feeling like the world was against you, you feared what new things awaited you if you left. the guilt would eat you alive if you just up and left. how would he react if he came back from work and you and all your belongings just disappeared? he would be sad, right? you couldn’t just give up on what you had. you’ve always been told that at the end of the storm, there’s a rainbow, but how long until you get to see that rainbow? soon or maybe never?

your heart rate is beating a thousand miles a minute, eyes flickering over the blank walls and floor, struggling to stay still as you start to panic, realizing that you couldn’t leave, you can’t go.

it’s the fear of being alone that has you staying put in an endless cycle of empty feelings, numbness, and most of all, has you not letting go.

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