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selfloverrrrrr · 4 months

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Dream is true now ~

Megumi x female reader

( All characters are aged up/ 18+)

Warning : smut, heavy smut, unprotected sex, teasing

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BACK STORY

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I was a first year student in jujutsu high. I had friends there. Nobara, Megumi and Yuji. Megumi had a crush on me,but I didn't know that. He had a crush on me since I entered the jujutsu high.

One day he told yuji about his feelings towards me and that was the biggest mistake he had done. Yuji instantly told the news Nobara and since then , they always tease Megumi. They even teased him telling that they are gonna tell me about Megumi's feelings but they never did. That was a joke ofcourse,they were good friends afterall.

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PRESENT DAY

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Me, Nobara, yuji and Megumi were talking in our classroom when Maki senpai came."oi... listen to me"she spoke. We looked at her."I'm thinking about going to a party tomorrow and I also want you four to come with us and don't want to hear no as answer "she told us."who's gonna say no to that, Maki senpai?! We'll go....sure."I replied her and she happily exited the room.

"hey Nobara....I need your help, we're going to shopping I need a dress."I told Nobara."yeah sure"Nobara replied."okey... I'm going to the car meet me there" I told her and exited the room.

"Hey Megumiiiiii~?" Nobara spoke."hmm?" Megumi replied."what's your favourite colour?"Nobara asked."why do you wanna know?"Megumi asked."just wanna know"Nobara replied."And why should I tell YOU?"Megumi asked again. Nobara started puppy face, tears shining in her eyes."uhhh.. stop making these face....fine, it's black."Megumi replied."okkkk"Nobara replied happily and went to me.

I was waiting for Nobara in ijichi's car. Nobara came and we went to the shopping mall. Entering the mall we went straight to the dress section. I was looking at those dresses but nothing got my attention. Then Nobara came to me screaming my name."woah woah.... what happened?" I asked her." I chose a dress for you" she replied. Then she show me the dress. It was a black short bodycon dress. and it was the sexiest dress I had ever seen."OH MY GOD.... it's so sexy!" I spoke."I know"she replied."but don't you think it's too revealing?" I said."oh come on y/n....we are not kids anymore....just get it" she said."ok fine." I said and bought that dress and went to our droom.

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THE NEXT DAY

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Me and Nobara were already late. After finishing our dress up and makeup we run outside and got intu the car. Ijiti held us to the bar where the party was happening. We got inside.

"you're late" We saw maki."we're so sorry maki senpai!"Nobara Said."it's fine,I was just joking " she said and we got in side. Megumi, Yuji and inumaki senpai were sitting together. They didn't saw us at first. Yuji saw us first and whispered in Megumi's ear"look y/n arrived."

Megumi looked at me and his eyes widened. his hand instantly went on his erection to control himself. 'oh goddd... She's looking so sexy.... that fucking dress...God I can't... Nobara did this,I know she did this and that's why she asked me my favourite colour yesterday' he thought. Yuji noticed Megumi's hand and smirked "Megumi ~.... where is your hand?" Megumi immediately shift his hand from his erection.

There was only two sits one was Yuji's side another was Megumi's side. Nobara sit on yuji's side so I have to sit on Megumi's side. Nobara and Yuji smirked at Megumi and Megumi rolled his eyes. I sit beside Megumi.

All of us chatted with each other. Enjoying the party."you guys want drink?I'm going to order." I asked them. They agreed so I went to the bartender and ordered him our drinks.

I came back and went to sit beside Megumi but then Yuji pushed Megumi and I accidently sit on Megumi's lap. His eyes wide open. 'ohhh myyy...ughh... Yuji!!!....ahhh goddd ..... I'm getting hard ohhhh I can't control....her ass is feeling so good oh god....I can't control myself....I need it....I need it now!!!' he thought squeezing his eyes shut at the feeling of my ass on his hard cock. Before I could react at the situation Megumi grabbed my waist and dragged me to the receptionist give him some money took a key from him and dragged me to a room. Yuji and Nobara were smirking at each other.

Megumi dragged me to a bedroom and pushed me on the bed."m-megumi?" I spoke. "I'm... I'm sorry y/n.... p-please forgive me...but ahh...I ...ahhh ....I can't control myself" with that he pressed his lips on mine. His kiss was so rough. He started undressing me.

He grabbed my boob and started squeezing it and I moaned in the kiss. Hearing my moan Megumi stopped the kiss and crashed his mouth on my breast. I moaned out loudly. He started sucking on my breast roughly. The more I moan the more roughly he sucks and squeeze on my breasts.

After a while he let go off my breast. I was breathing heavily. He started undressing himself. He took off his shirt and pant. He was now only wearing his boxers. I can see the outline of his bulge through his boxers and there was a wet spot where the tip of his dick touched his boxer.

His hand reached for my pantie and he ripped it off. He looked at my pussy hungrily. He parted my pussy lips with his fingers and crashed his mouth on it, sucking on it roughly. I moaned so loudly. He pulled back and lined himself with me and slammed his whole length in one slide without any warning."Megumiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" I scremed his name and grabbed his back."oh my fucking god god god god god god......ahhhhhhhhhhh" he moaned out feeling my warm wet walls around him.

He started thursting in and out. he was thursting hard from the first thurst. It was like he really need release. "Oh god....ahhhhhhhhhh....it ahh...it feels so g-good.....ahhhhhh...my god it does feel so good. You so wet and warm. Oh my goddddd....ahhhh so tight.....I can't believe it's really happening...ahhhhhhhhhhhhh" Megumi moaned out loudly.

"f-f-faster ahhhhh" I moaned. Megumi's thurst became faster.we both were a moaning mess at the same time. My nails were digging on his back. With a few more thurst we both came at the same time.

After reaching our highs Megumi pulled out and fall beside me. We both were breathing heavily. "I love you y/n" Megumi panted. "I love you too" I replied."What!" Megumi was surprised. " Yes I do,gumi" I kissed him.

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EXTRA

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Next day we were at school we four (me, Megumi, Nobara and Yuji) were eating our tiffin."hey... Megumi?" Yuji spoke."hmm?"Megumi replied." You know what.... Nobara was telling me that y/n told her that your dick's head is so red" yuji spoke giggling."oh my God....no Megumi,I didn't tell anything like that " I replied covering my face with my hands. Megumi's face was as red as a tomato. Megumi slapped back of yuji's head."Shut uppppppp " Megumi screamed feeling embarassed.

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Hello Celta, it may sound a mean and an unpopular opinion. But I’m wondering if Charles is using his cancer diagnosis to push for certain outcomes he’s desired all along.

Firstly, it’s been discussed and you’ve seen in your cards that Charles wanted Camilla to co-rule with him, and he was not able to make it happen at the coronation. Now with his cancer diagnosis he seems to be pushing Camilla to “lead” the family. Witness yesterday’s service which looked like a huge PR disaster where Andrew and Sarah came out ahead of everyone else. It’s not a good look, I doubt Charles was aiming for that outcome (more on that below). Next up, there’s a rumour or it’s been announced that Camilla will be leading The Commonwealth Service in March. If that’s true, he’s putting Camilla ahead of the heir, his own son. Very Game of Thrones. Then there’s all this PR is about Camilla saving the monarchy. He seems to be deliberately pushing for Camilla to stand in for him through all this, while William is right there. And then his press will turn around and say, William is unwilling or reluctant or flat out doesn’t want to step up. It’s Machiavellian.

Secondly, I believe Charles was hoping for the money shot of William walking slightly ahead of Andrew out of the service yesterday. It seems that’s what he was hoping for. So that when the talk of Harry coming back ramps up again, as it will inevitably, he could through his PR turn around and say, hey, you’ve no trouble accepting Andrew back, look at these photos of you and him together, why not Harry? We saw the photos of the Wales in the car with Andrew, dint you think he’s capable of manipulating further opportunities? He’ll say Don’t you now I’m sick with cancer? Why can’t you make my last remaining years peaceful by giving me what I want? Namely my snake of a son, with or without his snake wife, at my side with my dying breath?

Thirdly, he’s using his cancer for positive PR, he’s enjoying the bump up in popularity since his diagnosis and wats it to continue. All those photos of him reading get well cards, and getting tearful about it. It makes him a sympathetic figure and he’s milking it. It’s despicable and low down. Him greeting the PM Sunack and saying oh all these cards and letters, awwww they bring me to tears. Can you ever imagine a sovereign such as HTMQ making such a statement to a politician??? I know she’s from a different generation, but my goodness. Our late queen had a dignity no one can deny. She bore her trails with such stoicism, and reserved her tears for when she was alone or with family. It’s makes me so angry to see him portray himself weak and vulnerable simply for the despicable way he treated Diana. Where was his empathy and thoughtfulness when he was dealing with a much younger wife and mother? He was busy plotting and planning with Camilla to show this side to Diana. Seems he only reserves the right to feel sorry for himself and no one else. Instead of me seeing him as sympathetic, I see cunning and manipulation. What a manipulative a-hole.

Wow that took a turn I did not expect, but while I’m sorry he’s got a disease he’s dealing with, he should not be using it to further denigrate his heir, and manipulate others into giving him what he truly wants. I fear that’s what Charles is doing.

Hi Anonymous Retired,

I am posting this before it vanishes on me again and I will come back and edit with my reply.

I would not put it past the King to use his cancer diagnosis to further his own agendas, unfortunately. I don't like saying that but after my past two readings I would not put anything past him.

I can see the King using this to push the Queen into a role that is fitting for a co-ruler and not a Queen Consort (which is the same role that Prince Philip occupied as Prince Consort). What complicates it for me is that while Prince William is right there, he is also dealing with his wife recovering from surgery and having to be there for his three young children. So yes, I can see the pushing of Camilla, but I am also grateful for it in a way as it frees up Prince William to be with his family more than if he was standing in for the King. The crunch will come when Princess Catherine is recovered and Prince William is back to full time royal duties. If the King is still unwell as this stage, as I expect he will be, then the proper thing to do would be for the Queen Consort to take a step backwards and the The Prince of Wales to step in for The King. I can't see that happening, but I could be surprised.

You were spot on about the money shot, as per my reading of today. I also believe that King Charles would use emotional manipulation like you suggest, as we have seen him do it before. This time, I think that William will stand up to him and say No, which will be hard to do but very much worth it in the end.

I think that so far the King remarking on the cards and showing the video of himself reading them has been nice. Those are the only two pieces of PR I have seen. If I see more, or if the illness card is played in articles for sympathy, then I will absolutely think he is suing his diagnosis for good PR. As you said, I think the King reserves his sympathy for himself and perhaps for people that he currently likes (I could be wrong about this). He certainly is not showing the dignity that was such a characteristic of Her Late Majesty, in my opinion anyway. It could just be that he doesn't want to be as stoic as his mother, or that he is trying to show his appreciation, or something. I am more than usually annoyed at him at the moment so I'm not the best person to ask. :)

The King should not be using his disease as a manipulation tactic, I agree. Unfortunately, people do it all the time, from the sick child asking for extra ice cream 'because they are sick' upwards. All you can do is recognise it and do your best not to let it influence your judgement of the matter. It is unbecoming of the monarch to behave in such a manner (and I am still undecided as to whether he is doing this consciously or not), but if he decides to act like that people will see through it eventually and then he will face the consequences.

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BLOOMING DAY

blooming day . . . day nine

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as much as hanbin couldn't stop thinking of the words you threw to him before running away from the laundromat, he couldn't stop thinking about the fact you were having a date with another hanbin today.

now, it was more than official, park hanbin had a crush on you. he never actually acted upon it before knowing sung hanbin also had a crush on you. did he really stand a chance against him? he was pretty sure he didn't, but your reaction when he asked you if you like the campus it boy was his sign to try something with you.

you loved park hanbin's dedication to dance, and park hanbin's dedication to dance was quite literally taking 97% of his time. he would come late to class because of this, he would head home late because of this, he would overwork himself because of this.

so it was only natural that he forgot about you guys' first date because of dance.

you sat there, waiting at the cafe he choose : the one where sung hanbin worked. it was totally on purpose that the dancer choose this place, secretly wanting to show his rival that any chance he could have had with you were now non-existent. but here you were, sitting alone, waiting for him as his said rival looked at you from afar.

after fifteen minutes passed with no sign of park hanbin, and that means not even a text, you started getting second thoughts. even if most people wouldn't care about your presence here, you were more than convinced that everyone knew that you were getting stood up by your date. nervously, you played with your fingers, looking at them as you considered leaving.

suddenly, the sound of a tray being put on your table was heard. you looked up to the waiter, aka sung hanbin, who gave you a drink with his well-known smile.

"i didn't order anything yet" you said.

"that's on me." he just replied.

"are you pitying me 'cause you know my date stood me up?"

"i'm hitting on you because i know your date stood you up."

you sighed heavily, letting your head fall on your arms, crossed against the table. hanbin looked around, looking for the presence of the other hanbin. he was still not here.

"would you mind me sitting down with you?" hanbin gently asked, looking at you still pitifully hiding your face in your arms.

"yeah, go ahead, make my day worse."

despite your words being harsh, he could read you were being inviting, which was different from before. did your discussion with him yesterday made you change your mind on him? carefully, hanbin took a sit on the chair facing you.

hearing him sit down, you raised your head to look up at him, before straighting up to sit properly. you shifted your gaze from hanbin to the drink he made, noticing he remembered what you ordered last time. unconsciously, a smile crept onto your face, making it finally light up. you took a sip from it before thanking him.

"so. did you finish your shift?"

"i should be done with it in 10 minutes."

"i'll leave in 10 minutes then." you said, taking another sip of the sweet drink.

"you're going home?"

you nodded. exams were going still far, but you knew they will come faster than what you expected. medical studies were hard enough to make you a hardworking person, despite not being interested in it at all. you just don't want to fail.

"uhm. i gotta study a bit since i took a day off from work today." you explained.

"still... it's a shame to simply go home when you made yourself look that pretty for your date."

what was supposed to be received as a compliment made hanbin earn a kick in the shin under the table.

"stop reminding me of this!" you dramatically cried out after the boy in front of you let out an "ouch!".

"i'm sorry okay! i just wanted to call you pretty."

"well, thank you." you said looking away.

as you took another sip of the drink, you didn't know hanbin was internally gathering up all his courage to ask you out on a date. questions were restraining him. what if it was too early? what if you're gonna feel like he's doing it out of pity? what if you laugh in his face? and then, he remembered jiwoong's word. "there's no way you can fall any lower". and he was right in fact, hanbin had nothing to lose. that's why he cleared his voice and decided to talk.

"but, you know, i could take you out on a date right now so your efforts for today won't go to waste."

but this is the exact moment where you phone started ringing. park hanbin. you looked at sung hanbin with hesitation, not knowing if you should take the call or not.

"you're not answering?" you were not sure if he was asking about giving an answer to his question or an answer to the phone call.

"it's him" you simply said.

"oh."

internally, hanbin wished you wouldn't take the call and would focus on him. you were still hesitant about whether or not you should take the call, considering the fact he had left you here waiting for half an hour. but you really wanted to know what he had to tell you.

but you missed his call now, because you took too long to answer. that's when you received a text.

sung hanbin was waiting for you to acknowledge his presence again when you suddenly took your eyes off of your phone.

"i gotta go. thank you for staying with me."

"oh, you're leaving?" he said, disappointment obvious in his voice.

"yeah. go home safely, hanbin."

and once again, hanbin got rejected for another hanbin, because you decided you would much rather sit down on the floor with another one in a stinky dance room than to go on a date with him. what if this was is villain origin story? he didn't know. but he still felt like he did some progress with you today.

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brokenjere · 2 years

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seventeen going under (j.f) (chap. 20)

seventeen going under (j.f)

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I snuck into Belly’s room late. It was still raining out. It wasn’t a downpour like yesterday but it was still enough that it made my hair wet as I walked over to the house next door and I could hear the rain hitting the cement when I went inside. The entire house was dark and I was pretty sure everyone was asleep. There wasn’t a single sound in the house except for the faint noise of the TV in the living room. The light was off but the screen illuminated Susannah’s sleeping body. I tip-toed up the stairs quietly and passed Jeremiah’s room and into Belly’s. She was asleep but her eyes fluttered when I crawled into bed next to her.

“Yn?” She asked. Her voice was raspy and full of sleep and she barely could open her eyes to look at me but she still smiled when she saw me. “What are you doing here?”

“I just missed you. I’m sorry about the ball and Susannah,” I said. Belly rolled over on her back, just as I was laying, and sighed. “I’m sorry I kept it from you.” I realized, while everyone was mad at me and the world was dark, that I had also lied to her. It wasn’t just Jeremiah I hurt, it was Belly, too.

“Conrad made you promise, didn’t he?” I nodded but remembered she probably could see me so I said yes out loud. “That’s why he was being weird all summer, right?” I said yes again. She was quiet.

“It’s going to be okay,” I whispered. I thought that was the right thing to say. It seemed like the right thing to say. I could feel the pillow case was wet under my face from her crying and I could only imagine how devastated she was when she found out. How a life without Susannah was probably just as bad for her as it was for the boys. It might not be okay but maybe it made her feel better for the time being.

“I hope so,” she whispered back. We laid together in silence until her breathing got steady and I was pretty sure she was asleep. I reached my hand over the headboard and knocked three times. I waited for a reply and didn’t hear anything so I knocked one more time. Before I could knock for the third time, I heard three coming from the other side. My heart skipped and I rolled out of her bed quietly. When I opened the door, no one was there. Then, his door cracked open. He had bags under his eyes and disheveled hair. That was what my eyes saw first but then they trailed down to his shirtless torso and defined muscles. He was here.

“Jere.” It was all I could muster. My throat was tight and dry. He reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me into his bedroom without saying a word. I was engulfed by his scent. His arms were like a weighted blanket around my body, keeping me grounded to the Earth like a force stronger than gravity. His breath tickled my ear and I nuzzled my face into his neck. He felt like home. “I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head and his hair tickled my nose. “I should have called,” he said. That was so like Jeremiah to apologize when he wasn’t in the wrong. I reluctantly pulled away from him. I wanted to take a picture of him and keep this image of him in my pocket forever. He reached out for me again. Grabbed at any part of my flesh he could hold on to.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry about Susannah.” My voice felt frantic. In the moonlit bedroom, everything felt surreal. As if we were in a movie and the only ending possible was a happy one but this was real life and I didn’t know if that was possible here. I looked at him and thought maybe it was. I let myself believe that it was possible but when the sun came up, I knew it would be different.

His fingers looped around mine and he pulled me to his bed and into his lap. He kissed my shoulder and I wrapped my arms around his neck and nothing has ever felt this normal. Our bodies were made to sit like this together. “You’ve known since Spring?” He eventually croaked out. His fingers were combing through my still damp hair and I felt his urge to cry. His voice sounded hoarse from either crying or not speaking for a while. He didn’t sound himself. I wonder how much of him had washed away with the salt in his tears. I nodded. We stared at our bony knees. 4 little rocks in a row. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Conrad asked me not to.”

“So you’re loyal to him then?” He looked up at me through his lashes. I wrapped a curl around my finger to tell him I loved him.

“No that’s not-“ I stopped. I didn’t know what to say. Of course I was loyal to Conrad, he was my friend. My family. He made me promise and I had to keep it no matter how many times I wanted to break it. “I wanted to tell you but he asked me not to. I almost told you so many times but I was mad at you when I promised him. I’m sorry.” I didn’t know if my excuses were registering in his brain. If they’d make it better. There was no solid excuse or reason for me to lie to him that way. I kept a life changing thing from him and I deserved to feel every ounce of his pain.

“You were mad about Vivian,” he clarified. I nodded. “So you promised him you’d lie to me for an unknown amount of time and then lost your virginity to him?” His voice was not malicious. There was no anger or spite in his words. He asked me as if he was asking so I take a left at this light and then go straight until I see the Denny’s?

“Well when you say it like that,” I mumbled and shifted my legs in his lap. His body this close to mine felt sticky and hot but he squeezed his arms around my waist three times to tell me he loved me.

“Like what? That’s what happened.”

“Yeah. I guess so. We were both upset.”

“I never had sex with Vivian,” he told me.

“But you had sex with other people. I wasn’t your first and you weren’t mine. What’s the difference? I don’t know every girl you’ve fucked.” He held his breath and we looked at each other for a few moments.

In the distance between our faces was all the words we had never said. I have loved you from the beginning. Every birthday, I wished for you. Every shooting star had your name written on it and every four leaf clover was found in your garden. I need you. You are my forever.

“Macy Witnall. Sophomore year. She was in my English class and I needed help with an essay and you were too busy doing math with Conrad that I asked her instead. She wore too much perfume and despite not having big boobs, she wore an insanely tight shirt that showed too much cleavage. She kissed me and kissed me until we didn’t have any clothes on and I had sex with her on her basement couch. I lost it to her. Macy. Last year I had sex with Luisa Pilman in her bedroom. We had been talking for a little while and I liked the way she smiled and laughed at all my jokes. I only kissed Vivian because I was drunk and she was there. It could have been anyone. I wanted it to be you. I know that doesn’t mean anything now and didn’t mean anything then, either but I need you to know it has always been you.” I was holding my breath the entire time he spoke. It all came out like word vomit but it was calculated and careful. Like a speech he wrote in advance but I knew he didn’t. He waited for me to speak and when I didn’t he said, “so you’re right. You were allowed to have sex with other people but why did it have to be my brother?”

“Were?” I asked. “I was allowed?”

“I always felt like you were mine. Like you belonged to me even though you didn’t. So yeah, you were allowed to do whatever you want but now you really are mine. Okay? You’re my girl. Is that okay?”

I bent down and kissed his forehead and then his cheekbone. He scratched at the skin on my lower back. I kissed his jawline. He kissed my shoulder and I wanted to nod but I didn’t. I was quiet until I wasn’t.

“What about Conrad?” I asked. He pulled back and his face fell. The hope that was in it moments ago was now gone. Wrong thing to say, I thought. “I just mean, are you going to be able to get over it? Are you two going to be okay?” Is he going to be able to get over me? I wanted to ask.

“We’re brothers. We’ll get through it.” I nodded. “Are you sure that’s the only thing holding you back from answering me? I’m willing to forgive you here. Willing to let it all go just to move forward.”

“Is that all this conversation is? Just a way to get through it?” For some reason, it felt like he cared less. I was thinking he’d come over here and scream and yell and we would fight until our throats were sore but we’d end it in a mess of limbs and sweat and love. This felt less passionate and I didn’t know why it felt less real.

“Yn. I love you. You’re my best friend. I don’t want to fight with you and if all we have to do to be happy is to move past this. Put it in the rearview and keep going forward. That’s what I’m willing to do.”

Mom asked if I wanted to leave Cousin’s early. Go home a few weeks in advance and get ready for my senior year and forget about Jeremiah. She said the last part without really saying the last part. We can get the Fisher’s house in order. To surprise Susannah. We can go school supply shopping and get you a new wardrobe and stay up too late eating pizza. All these things lacked him.

I told her no, for a while. Until Jeremiah didn't call me the next day, I didn't bother to call him, and I was just floating in the gutter with all the rainwater. I cried all the tears in my body before I told her: "okay, let's go."

The house in Boston always smelled musty when we returned. Too much stagnant air and not enough circulation. Everything needed to be washed and scrubbed and dusted and it didn’t smell like home. My room was cold and the globe on my desk had dust collecting on South Africa. I wiped it away.

When my bed was warm and clean and smelled like our detergent, I curled into my bed. Cousins was home, too. The ocean waves put me to sleep and the smell of fresh toast in the morning but there was nothing compared to this home. The scratches in the doorframe of the boys and me getting taller, marking the time we all hit puberty and when Jeremiah lost his first tooth.

This home had all the memories in it. He attached all the birthday cards and notes he attached to the pints of ice cream he delivered. All the stuffed animals he’s given me that live on the shelf in my closet. I reached up and grabbed a little brown bear sitting right in front. I dug around inside his stuffing until I felt the corners of a folded-up piece of paper. It was crumbled and old but I kept it inside of the bear for safekeeping. I unfolded it carefully and read the scribbled handwriting. He was maybe 14 when he wrote this. His handwriting was sloppy and overused and he never dotted his “I”s.

Yn,

I hope you like this bear I found at the flea market. Mom said you would. I found some fleece at the flea market, too and I made my mom show me how to sew and made it into a heart using some of his stuffing. I put it inside the bear. It’s yours now. Always and forever.

Jeremiah

I felt around for the heart inside of the bear, found it, and pulled it out. It was a piece of red fleece about the size of a quarter stitched together in the shape of a heart. The edges where it was sewn are now frayed and it lost all its plumpness as if it was deflated. It had no more love to give. I squeezed it in my fingers and then kissed it three times. Whenever I missed Jeremiah, this was my ritual. I imagined him asking Susannah if she could teach him to sew as he fondled the fleece at the flea market. Little Jeremiah, looking up at his mom with such hope. It was an innocent love that I bet Susannah could see would one day be more. So she agreed and I imagined her smiling and nodding and taking it home with them. She treated the fabric with love as she showed him how to sketch out the shape, connect the edges, and stuff it full. I imagined him kissing the heart and pressing it to his and then putting it inside the bear. That thought kept me going in the dark nights when he was gone.

Susannah left a spare key under the mat of the back door in case of emergencies. I wouldn’t call breaking in to clean the house an emergency, but my mom disagreed. “The key has been used for worse things, have they not?” She asked, eyeing me knowingly. If using the key to sneak into Jeremiah’s room late at night or to get back inside way after curfew and long after Susannah locked the boys out worse, then yes. It had been used for worse things.

Her house held the same musty smell as ours did and as Mom let all the light in from the outside, I pulled out all of the lemon-scented cleaners. Eventually, the house stopped smelling like a damp, dark, abandoned place, and started to smell like Susannah again. Despite her being gone, her room still had a hint of her in the linens. Once thoroughly washed, it was like she had never left. I was putting Jeremiah’s room back together when the sun started to go down. The laundry had taken all day and now I was struggling with the warm fitted sheet over his mattress.

I pulled one side over the left top corner and the bottom right would pop off. Eventually, I pulled the mattress up completely in frustration and tried it that way. Under his mattress, on top of the box spring right on the edge, was a small composition notebook with the words to the girl I love scribbled on the white box on the front. I grabbed it and dropped the mattress, all four corners of the sheet snapping to the middle.

My heart started to pound. His handwriting looked old and young like he had written it long ago. The edges of the notebook were bent, certain pages were bookmarked with the fold of a page and it looked like it had been under the bed for a while. Jeremiah wasn’t a writer. He never expressed any interest in it. He didn’t even like English class but when I flipped through the notebook, every page was covered with words and photographs and candy wrappers at the top of the very first page was my name. I should have shut the notebook and put it back but my eyes couldn’t move away from the words he had written. The first page was dated 2015. We were ten years old, and you could tell how young he was in his handwriting. He was misspelling words and the pencil marks were smeared all over the page. My hands started to shake and my heart was beating faster and faster and faster until I had to sit down.

The first page had a tootsie roll wrapper taped in the corner and he wrote about our Halloween that year. He went as a cowboy and I just threw on a pair of cat ears and wore all black but we still trick or treated around the neighborhood. We always dumped everything out onto the floor and picked out what our favorites were and divided everything. Jeremiah always let me have more but we fought over the tootsie rolls. He let me have the last one.

I flipped the page and every single page had an anecdote about our friendship. The time he forced me to jump into the pool for the first time at school because I was too scared. That Thanksgiving when I told Susannah I would help make the turkey and I told her I had it and I didn’t and it fell onto the floor and we jumped into a pile of leaves later that afternoon. Straw wrappers from when we shared milkshakes at the diner a few blocks away and the receipt from every time we got ice cream. I always wondered why he grabbed those. From 2015 to 2020, half of the notebook was filled. Every page. Photos of us that our moms took were tacked in the corners and he wrote a description on each and every one of them. 2016 - look how pretty your eyes are. 2018 - I love how you’re smiling in this one. Like you’ve never been happier. You make me so happy. 2020 - Happy New Year’s, yn. My resolution is you.

The next page was dated on my fifteenth birthday. The day I was dumped for the first time. The day that I knew I loved Jeremiah Fisher. He wrote: Elijah broke up with you today. How could he do that? Look at how beautiful you were. I punched him in the face and I don’t know why. I was just so mad and it was my first instinct but caring for you was my second. He left you but I never will, okay? This is my promise to you. I will love you until the end of time.

I shut the notebook and held it in my lap. What was this? I turned it around in my hands. There was nothing written on the back but he had left it here. There weren’t any notes written during the summer months. Sometimes he would write when we got back and detail important things but he never brought it with him. I flipped back open the notebook to the last page written.

Yn, I have written a hundred letters to you in this notebook but for some reason, this feels like my most important. I even opened up a dictionary to look for words to make me sound more impressive because as you know, words are not my strong suit. I am not a lyrical (nice one, huh?) guy. I don’t express my emotions the right way, if ever, but I have to get this down. You need to know. The date right now is June 2nd, 2022. We’re leaving for Cousin’s today and I think you’re still mad at me.

I turned a few pages back to the one he wrote about our fight about Vivian. It was a long string of apologies and begging that I would never see. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I love you. I meant what I said I don’t know why I did that. Fuck I’m so stupid, I love you. I love you. I love you. I flipped back to the last page.

I hope you’re not mad at me because I can’t apologize anymore. The words just dry up every time because I know it’s not enough. I need a tangible (!!!) piece of evidence that I loved you this summer. I loved you the summer before and the summer before that and all the seasons in between. When the leaves were falling, I wanted to pick them up into a bouquet for you and when the snow was falling I wanted to collect the flakes into a globe. When the spring brings nothing but rain showers, I want to dance with you in the storm because with you, I can withstand (good right?) any weather. Just know, if the universe decides you and I are not meant to be, I will love you until my last dying breath. If the stars do not align and the world does not seize (my mom helped me with that one) to spin if you and I have to part, know you will forever be in my heart.

Who knows maybe one day I will give this to you. When we’re old and wrinkly and in love, I can give this to you and say, “see! I have loved you longer than you’ve loved me!” And we’ll fight about it and you’ll say, “no you have not!” And then I’ll have this proof. Where’s yours?

Forever yours,

Jeremiah

There was a photo of us taped to the bottom. One he took while we packed really late at night in his bedroom. I looked exhausted but in love. I loved him in that moment and every moment before and every moment after.

My fingers were trembling. I didn’t even realize until his name was shaking and blurry from the tears forming in my eyes. I closed the notebook and put it back where I found it. I made the bed like I was never there and closed the door behind me.

His tangible evidence. The irrevocable proof that he loved me was sitting under his bed collecting dust. Where’s yours? I had nothing. I had no proof. I barely had the words to tell him. Even when words are flying all around my head, I can’t seem to catch one. None of them seemed to be the right ones.

I left Cousins like a coward. It was probably the last summer we all would be together and I left without saying a word. Mom told me I’d regret it if I didn't say goodbye but I didn’t do it anyway. What was there to regret? I’d see Jeremiah and Conrad when they got home. I missed Belly, though. I wished I had said goodbye to her.

Conrad caught me before I left as I threw my suitcase in the trunk. I could barely zip it up so Dad grabbed a bungee cord out of the garage and strapped it close. I don’t know how I got it to close back home and I didn’t buy much while I was here that wasn’t staying here but it was still bulging open.

“Need some help?” I turned around as the suitcase landed with a thunk. He was smiling, despite everything. I hadn’t seen him in three days since the debutante ball and here he was, smiling at me.

“No, I’m okay.”

“You’re leaving,” he observed. I nodded my head. “Were you going to say bye?”

“No,” I told him honestly. His smile faded and he nodded solemnly, looking down at his feet. His right eye was bruised a light purple shade. It was the only difference in his face. “I didn’t think you guys wanted me to.” I was the Cousin’s pariah this week. No one wanted to talk to me. I never received any texts from the girls. Even Belly and Steven had been keeping their distance because how could I have hurt Jeremiah Fisher that way. “Besides, I’ll see you guys back home.”

“It’s not the same,” he said. We had a tradition every summer to end it on the beach. We spent the entire day, no matter what, at the beach in our swimsuits and we didn’t leave until the sun came back up the next day. It was our way to savor the last bit of heat. To soak up the last bit of sun. To drown in the last bit of ocean. Now, it would just be the four of them. “Have you talked to him?”

“Jere?” I was surprised he asked me this. I wondered what happened between them behind closed doors. After Susannah went to sleep and she was no longer the elephant in the room. Did they hash it out once the dust settled? Did they flip a coin and whoever won got me forever? Or did their resentment linger in the unspoken words between them until it was too much to bear.

“Yeah,” I said. “A little.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“What did he say? Are you two together?” I furrowed my eyebrows and Dad came out of the house. We both looked in his direction and he offered an apology before turning back into the house. I used this interruption to turn around and close the trunk, moving toward the backseat of the car and ignoring Conrad’s question. “Yn, you can tell me.”

I looked over at him and sighed. “No,” I whispered. His face didn’t light up like I thought it would have but he did smile a little. He stepped closer. “We’re going to wait until we’re back in Boston. When everything settles down. When Susannah isn’t sick anymore.”

“She’ll always be sick until she’s gone.” His words are true and hurtful and sharp. They pierce me deeper than I thought they could and I sucked in a breath. “Why wait? If you love each other.”

I didn’t have an answer for that. I guess, realistically, we didn’t need to wait. But the universe always seemed to come between us and if that was the case, was it really meant to be? “What are you trying to do?” I snapped. “He’s your brother.”

“Yeah. He is my brother. You seem to remind me of that quite often for someone who seemed to have forgotten it when it really mattered.” I threw my hands up, stumbling backward until there was enough distance between us to be able to breathe again. Conrad reached out for me and I let him take my hands and steady me. “I didn’t come here to argue,” he said.

“Then why did you come here?”

“I came here to tell you that I’m backing off.” That was the last thing I expected him to say. Conrad Fisher was not the type of guy to steal a girl from his brother but he also was not the type of guy to back down when he really wanted something. I guess loyalty won out this time. “You two,” he paused and took a deep breath, “the love you two have is something I have always craved and it’s something I think I’ve always been jealous of. I wanted it to be me so bad but it was always him. You’re right.”

He held up my hands and kissed my knuckles gently. “You’re going to find someone,” I said. It was all I could think to say because no words were coming to me.

“You don’t get it, do you? Jeremiah has never loved another girl. He probably tried. He probably really tried but he has always loved you. The sun rises in his world for you and it sets for you and it spins for you. I think the same is true for him in your world. It’s okay if you can’t love me that way. It’s okay if you don’t want to. Just promise me that you will take care of my brother because I will make sure he takes care of you.” He dropped my hands and caressed my cheek but I didn’t feel the need to back away. I let him touch me for probably the last time. I let him do what he pleased. If the Earth was made just for me, it wouldn’t spin around the sun, it would orbit around Jeremiah’s smile.

I wanted to offer him some sort of solace. Something that could make his heart mend a little so I could no longer hear it cracking under his chest. “You’re my best friend, too, you know?” Crack. Crack. Crack. “You’re just as important to me as he is. The lines just got blurry, I don’t know.” He shook his head and cupped my cheeks. “I’m sorry.” I was crying. I felt the water pool around his fingers.

“I’m not going anywhere. We need each other.”

We needed each other. I needed the Fisher’s like I needed air to breathe and water to live. Conrad stared at me like he needed me, too.

I was upstairs in my room when I heard the car pull up outside. Susannah’s car was now in her empty driveway and everyone piled out and scurried across the lawn like bed bugs. I watched them as Conrad helped get the suitcases out of the trunk and Jeremiah held the door open for Susannah. They were in and out until the driveway had no more evidence of them coming home besides the white car. Jeremiah looked up to my window before he shut the front door for good.

Downstairs, Mom was making muffins. The smell of bananas filled the entire house. When I asked her what she was doing she said “I’m going to bring them to Susannah’s later, wanna come?” She knew the answer before I shook my head. “You should come to see the boys. I bet they miss you.”

“Mom,” I started, “have you ever had to pick? Between two boys?” She set the spatula in her hands down. The wooden handle was covered in batter from her hands. They were messy and sticky so she used the back of her wrist to itch her nose.

“I don’t think I have, no,” she said. “But then again, there wasn’t ever a choice with your dad.”

“How did you know?” I thought for a second that if I had to ask that question then maybe I already knew the answer but I had to ask her anyway.

“I guess it just always felt right,” she told me. She could see the disappointment on my face from her answer. The sunken shame in my eyes for not just knowing. “But it’s okay to doubt yourself sometimes. To doubt if you’re making the right choice. You’ll always wonder what if.” I wanted to ask her if she ever had a what if. Someone that came into her life after she met Dad and made her question things but I had a feeling she would tell me no. “I think you know what the right choice is and you being confused and questioning and making mistakes is just your brain’s way of stalling because you’re scared.”

“Maybe you’re right,” I said. She went back to mixing the muffin batter and I picked at one of the ones already baked. They were warm and buttery and tasted like bananas. They were perfect.

“You’ll make the right choice. Just listen.” She patted at her chest where her heart was caged by her ribs. Just listen. I closed my eyes and tried to listen. I heard Jeremiah’s voice. His laugh when he thought something was really, truly funny and then his laugh when he tried too hard and didn’t really think what was said was that funny. I saw his eyes and his hair and felt his hands on my body. I listened and listened until I heard him say I love you. I need you. You’re the one. His voice morphed into Conrad’s. It was no longer light and airy and full of love. It was raspy and deep and full of something more sinister. Pain. Regret. I love you. I need you. I saw Conrad’s smile when I finally got something right in math or when I told him I liked the book he recommended. I hear his laughter when it’s muffled because he’s a few rooms away and I’m in Jeremiah’s room but for some reason my ear drums pick up that. I see his eyes. His smile. The dimples that form in his cheeks when he smiles too big. I opened my eyes and my mom was watching me intently.

“She’s full of shit,” I mumbled. I walked out of the kitchen and went back upstairs.

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irondad-defensesquad · 2 months

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The perks of being a wallflower - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Also on AO3! (Starts from first chapter)

TRIGGER WARNINGS (for this chapter) - mentions of suicidal thoughts and self-harm

DO NOT SHIP PETER AND TONY. P/ROSHIP DNI.

Weird. Apparently, the kid left earlier today, according to Happy. Peter is in school.

Tony has been feeling a little guilty for telling Peter to go to bed the way he did. Although Peter wasn’t in any condition to be in the workshop, the teen looked pretty drained. Not just physically but emotionally as well.

Thus, Tony thought he could make some nice breakfast for Peter. But then he found the boy’s bedroom empty. Peter must have left in a rush since he left his room messy. It’s not like him to leave without saying anything to Tony.

Regardless, the man starts organizing Peter’s things, like the bed and the abandoned clothes everywhere. The entire time, Tony tries to figure out what’s going on.

That is, when a white envelope lying on Peter’s desk catches his attention. Especially the big “Mr. Stark” written on it.

Huh, so he left Tony a letter? Peter usually texts him or calls him when he needs Tony.

The man carefully opens it, finding a handwritten letter. It looks messy but still readable. And the paper seems to have… dried teardrops. Quite a few of them.

“Dear Tony,

Dear Mr. Stark,

I’m so sorry I was messing everything up in the lab. I didn’t mean to make you angry.

I’m not feeling very good lately, for some reason. I mean, everything is better now, right? I love coming over and building things with you. That’s my favorite part of the week. But I’ve been feeling so bad, worse than I’ve felt in a while. I wanted to cry so badly and I didn’t want you to see me like this, because it’s not your fault, Mr. Stark.

I’m so tired. I want to die again. Or cut myself again. But F.R.I.DA.Y would let you know and you would probably get angrier with me.

So I’m gonna leave in the morning, okay? Maybe I should be alone for a while. You don’t want to deal with me like this. Again, I’m really sorry I ruined our time together.

I guess I’ll see you around.

Love Sincerely,

Peter”

…

Oh my god.

This is why Peter was feeling so off yesterday. Tony just assumed Peter was being irresponsible and not getting enough sleep. But the signs were so clear. And Tony didn’t even bother to check in on the kid.

He immediately takes his phone again to text Peter. He decides not to call in case Peter is in class right now.

Tony: Hey kid

Tony: You’re at school, right?

Well, the GPS says he’s in Midtown. Then again, Peter could abandon his phone somewhere or hack it like he did his Spider-Man suit before. In the meantime, Tony asks Happy if the driver noticed anything off about Peter. Happy only says that he noticed the kid was quieter than usual, but he just assumed Peter was tired.

Eventually, probably during Peter’s morning break, Tony gets a reply.

Peter: sup

Peter: yeah why?

Thank goodness.

Tony: I was just wondering if we could grab a bite after school’s over. Sounds fun, right?

The typing dots take a while to appear.

Peter: uh sure

Peter: is everything ok mr stark?

Tony: Of course, kiddo. I just miss you.

Peter: you literally saw me yesterday

Tony: Well, you left without even eating my masterchef breakfast.

Peter: you always burn the pancakes lol

Tony: Shush, that only happened once.

Peter may be joking around but Tony knows better than that.

Tony: Okay, I’ll pick you up then we can eat whatever you want. Sounds good?

Peter: ok mr stark

Tony: Alright. Sorry to bug you. See you later, kid.

Peter: see ya

Now Tony will only see Peter at 3 PM. He’ll just have to know what he’s going to do when they see each other again.

Tony is waiting inside the car, watching all the kids leaving school. Then he sees Peter talking to Ned. He’s smiling and laughing with his best friend. It all feels like any ordinary day… except Tony is keeping Peter’s letter with him.

Peter and Ned do that handshake of theirs, not without Ned staring at Tony’s car with amazement. He waves hello despite not being able to see Tony from outside due to the windows.

Regardless, Peter gets in the car with his usual casual smile. Though he seems a little suspicious of Tony’s sudden invitation.

“Hey, Mr. Stark,” Peter says regardless.

“Hey, kid. Did you have a good day?”

“I guess so.”

Tony is unable to really hide his concern, so Peter’s smile fades quickly.

“Okay, Mr. Stark, what’s all this about?” He doesn’t ask impatiently, he just doesn’t understand. He’s not even expecting Tony to apologize to him for being rude to Peter. Because he believes it’s his fault for not feeling well.

Tony sighs deeply, taking a moment before revealing the envelope, which was carefully closed again.

“... I read your letter.”

Peter’s eyes widen like never before. He snatches the envelope quickly.

“What?! No, you weren’t”– Peter looks like he wants to tear the letter into pieces –“You weren’t supposed to read it!”

“What do you mean? It was on your desk and it had my name,” Tony gently points out.

“No, I forgot it there! I was supposed to take it with me!”

“But you still wanted to tell me something, right?”

Peter groans, angrier at himself than anything. Tony almost puts a hand on his shoulder but he doesn’t know if that’s going to help.

“This is so embarrassing,” the teen says, wanting to cry.

“Kid–”

“No, I mean…”

Peter takes a deep, shaky breath.

“Ever since I was a kid, I would… write letters to you. I did send you the first ones but that was a long time ago. I knew you wouldn’t reply ‘cause you had more important things to do… but I kept writing more and more, imagining you’d be able to read them somehow. These letters got a lot more personal and no one else knew about them, not even Aunt May or Ned… or my uncle. I stopped writing them when I became Spider-Man because I wouldn’t really have time, and well… I got to know you, so why keep writing letters, right?”

The teenager starts letting out tears. He tries to hide them.

“But this last week… I dunno what happened. I started feeling really bad again. I was afraid of telling you that and I screwed up. So I thought it’d be better if I left before I ruined everything for good.”

Now, Tony squeezes his shoulder.

“Peter…”

“I-I didn’t, like… plan to do anything against myself. But I’m still thinking about it. Things are gonna get bad again and I don’t want them to. I wish I could stop it for once.”

The moment Peter starts sobbing, Tony pulls him in a hug.

“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I’m sorry I’m such a mess…”

“Shhh… I’m sorry I got angry with you, kid. I should’ve talked to you.”

“It’s not your fault…”

“It’s not your fault, kid. You deserve to be heard.”

Peter is shaking his head but he’s not protesting. His tensions slowly disappear as he returns the hug. He just sinks in it completely, like he’s been wanting a hug from Tony for years.

“You can tell me when you’re not feeling well. I promise I’ll listen and try to help you,” the man reassures him.

“I just don’t wanna lose you, Mr. Stark…”

“You won’t. I’ll be here for you, okay?”

Peter lets go of a breath he’s been holding back this whole time.

“Okay.”

Tony squeezes him a little tighter.

Eventually, they let go.

Peter’s face is tear-stained and red all over. He’s contemplating the envelope in his hands, not wanting to destroy it anymore.

“So… you mean you wrote more letters to me?” Tony asks.

“Oh, man… I wrote a lot. And they’re so embarrassing. If you already find my rambles annoying, they only get worse in the letters.”

“Well, I love your rambles, kid.”

Peter smiles shyly.

“I think I lost some with how often I moved,” he reflects. “But most of them are with me.”

“Hmm.”

Silence.

“... do you really want to read them?” Peter doubts.

“Only if you’re alright with it. I would love to know you better, but you don’t need to show them to me if you’re not comfortable.”

There’s a spark in Peter’s eyes, which must come from his child self, that actually really wants Tony to know what he has in mind. The kind of things he couldn’t translate into any other way.

“I could… um… send them to you at some point. There are a lot of letters. It’s okay if you can’t read all of them and like I said, they’re really cringy and dumb.”

“You’re not dumb.”

“Still, Mr. Stark.”

“That’s because you haven’t seen my letters. I’m actually bad at them.”

Peter rolls his eyes at his mentor, who takes them to Delmar’s. They get some sandwiches and chat for a bit. Then Tony points out Peter shouldn’t be on his own when he has suicidal or self-harming thoughts. Especially considering May hasn’t been home often due to her night shifts. Therefore, Tony offers Peter to stay with him for a while, so he has company and safety. There are also doctors that can help him if Peter needs them.

Tony admits he’s a little surprised that the boy accepts the offer. But of course, he’s relieved that Peter is accepting help.

His stay lasts a week or so. Peter slowly feels better again, so he goes back home, promising he’ll keep in touch.

Soon, Tony receives a huge box of letters.

Peter jokes with a sticky note, “Careful! Fragile”.

Tony will certainly read all of these.

Dear Peter,

Hey, buddy! I’m only a couple years late. Better now than never, right?

I’ve read nearly all of your letters and I will finish the remaining ones. I am definitely going to reply to every single one of them, just you wait. But I would like to tell you a few things first.

I want to thank you for all your letters and for sending them to me. I’m glad I could help you feel less lonely in a way. I know you don’t have it easy, kid.

I also wanted to remind you, it’s not your fault. You were struggling with so many things at once, especially with your powers. You always did the best you could, and you keep doing your best. You don’t know how proud I am of you.

Finally, thank you for being you. You are so talented, Peter. My greatest honor is getting to know you, including your sad parts. You can trust me with them. I hope I never make you doubt that again.

Many hugs,

Tony

P.S.: Do you still have that mini arc reactor you built? That would be the greatest birthday present ever.

P.S.2: Do you have your camera? I want to see your photos as well. Hell, when I thought you couldn’t be more talented…

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caramelmillktea · 2 years

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𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄

Pairing(s) : tattoo!artist!Vi x florist!fem!reader

proofread : Yes/no

wordcount fic : 1.279 words

warnings : little bit of playful bantering ?

author's note : chapter two of the inked flower series. Check out my masterlist for all the parts. (I'm absolutly in love with this girl omg) I appologise if you see any grammatical errors, english isn't my native language

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You plucked a red rose from the pile of flowers on the counter and put it in the bouquet you were currently assembling.

“Do you think my boyfriend would like these?” A young man spoke nervously while watching you work on the bouquet.

“I don't think but know your boyfriend would love these!” You smiled. “If I may ask, how long have the two of you been together?”

“Six months, in fact today it is our anniversary ”

“Wow! Congratulations!!” You taped the paper closed that held the flowers together. “That will be 8.99”

“Alright!” the young man said before handing you a bill of ten. You opened the cash register to give him the exchange.

“You can keep the change.” The man smiled “Think of it as a tip”

“That’s so sweet of you sir! But I can’t accept it” You protest.

“I insist”

“Well… thank you” You smile.

“Oh is that the time!” The man looked at his watch. “I better get going, or I'll be late! Thank you so much!”

“It was my pleasure.” You smiled and waved the man goodbye. You cleaned up the ribbon and the thorns of the roses. Suddenly the doorbell chimes, signaling someone has entered the shop.

"Hello and welcome to The Florish Gardens, I'll be there with you shortly!" You called out from the back as you threw away the mess you created.

"Sorry for the wait-" you stopped in your tracks when you saw Vi in front of the counter. She was wearing the same thing as yesterday. The only differences today was that her sleeves were rolled up to her ellbows, she wasn't any rings and that she wore white wrapping around her fists and forearms. Her two hands each held a take out coffee cups.

"Vi? What a pleasant surprise!" You smiled as you walked behind the counter. "To what do I owe this special visit?"

"I wanted to thank you for the cupcakes the other day. I'm sorry if my little sister made you uncomfortable... she likes messing with people sometimes." Vi smiled sheepishly.

Sister?

"Wait, that was your sister? Powder right?" You said.

"Yup, that's her."

"Oh, I didn't know you had a little sister. Don't worry, she didn't do anything to make me uncomfortable" you assured her.

Vi lets out a sigh of relief.

"I wouldn't have guessed you had a younger sister. Do you have any other siblings?" You asked.

"Yeah, I have two brothers, Mylo and Claggor. Do you have any siblings?"

"Nope, I'm an only child." Vi nodded and hummed.

"Oh! I almost forgot" She held up the two cups. "I actually didn't know how you like your coffee so I just bought a regular coffee. I also got some extra sugar and cream" She pulls out a few little packages of sugar and cream out of her jacket.

"Ah, Thank you! You're too kind." You smiled. "I hope you liked the cupcakes and the Violet."

"The cupcakes were really good! Did you make it from scratch or did you buy a cupcake mix?"

"I made it from scratch." You replied.

"Damn…" Vi mutters "You should really open a bakery or something, they were so good, hell even my siblings loved them."

"Well, I'm glad! If you want another batch, you know where to find me!"

"Wait… for real?"

"Sure! Why not?" You took the cup of freshly brewed coffee in your hands. "Oohh! So cozy" the warmth of the drink ran from your hands through your arm causing you to shiver a bit. Vi gave you a satisfied smile.

"Hey… I kind of have a kinda weird favor to ask of you." Vi said, scratching the back of her neck.

"Oh, so that's why you bought me a cup of coffee, to pry?" You teased as you raised an eyebrow.

"I don't need to pry you with a drink, I just need to use my sunny personality for that." Vi retorted back, leaning against the counter with her elbows and forearm.

"I'm intrigued" you mirrored Vi's smirk. "Give me your best shot."

“Before I begin, I need your advice on something.” you nod before Vi continued.

"So, ya know how I'm opening this tattoo parlor right next to that cute flower shop?"

"Yes?"

"Well, I want to ask the owner a favor."

"And what would that be?"

"The flower shop has a lot of beautiful flowers, it would be a shame not to capture such beauty before they wilt, am I right?" You could see where this was going. In other words she just wants to sketch here to practice.

"Yes? Your point is?" You played along.

"So me being the thoughtful person I am, had the idea to maybe ask the owner if I can sketch those pretty flowers of hers. But I don't know if she'd be ok with it."

"Hmm…" you pretended to think for a long time. "I think you should ask her."

"But what if she says no?"

"But what if she says yes? You will never know if you don't ask, and I'm sure she doesn't mind. You should go ask her."

"Already did." Vi looked up and cocked her eyebrow. "The cute owner didn't seem to be against the idea." You smiled at Vi's response.

"Wait here, I'll get you a stool." You disappeared into the backroom, after a few minutes you came back with a stool. “Make yourself at home.” You said as you put the stool against the wall

Vi took off her jacket, revealing her tattoo’s in all of their glory. If you didn’t grip your cup with two hands, you were sure you would let it spill. You stared in awe at her tattoo, they were truly were a work of art.

“Ya like em? I got these half a year ago.” Vi tied her jacket around her waist.

“They’re so cool and so detailed!” You gasped as you admired your tattoo’s from afar.

“You know, you can have a closer look if you want.”

You shuffled a few centimeters closer to Vi. “You know I don’t bite right?” Vi chuckled.

“I know but this is also a good view from here.” You laughed. “I’ll be right back, I just need to grab a few things from the back.” Vi nods and sits down, grabbing her sketchbook from out of her bag.

Half an hour later the coffee cups were empty and chatter filled the air. You were currently making a few bouquets to put on sale while Vi was sitting right angled from the cash register, talking to you and sketching.

“I didn’t know that this place was from your parents.” Vi looked around, she was slouched against the wall and her legs were stretched out. “Yeah, I practically grew up in this shop” You looked up and took a deep breath “Oh the memories” You muttered to no one in particular.

You heard your cat meow in the backroom. "You have a cat?" Vi raised her eyebrow. Whiskers entered the room where the two of you were. "Yes! Her name is whiskers. I hope you aren't allergic to cats or dogs.".

"Don't worry, I'm not allergic." Whiskers walked over to Vi and meowed as a greeding. "Hello to you too." Vi let out a chuckled and petted her. You smiled watching the two of them get along.

"Have you ever thought of getting a tattoo?" Vi looked up at you. "Or a piercing?"

"Not really, though a little tattoo on the hip or the upper thight would be cool." You replied. "Why?"

"Oh no reason." Vi picked up the cat and scratched behind her ear. Soft purrs coming out of Wiskers. "Just checking if I can schedule you in for an appointment."

You let out a laugh "If you really want to see me again so badly, you can always come by anytime. There will always be a stool free for you to sit on."

"I'll keep that in mind." Vi hummed. "I might take you up on that offer."

#vi x reader #vi x fem reader #arcane vi imagines #arcane modern au #tattoo artist vi #tattoo parlor au #arcane x reader #vi imagine #arcane vi imagine #arcane vi x female reader #arcane league of lesbians #arcane league of legends #arcane vi x reader

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[Itachi Uchiha X Reader] First Snow Season 2 {Part 4}

Part 3 | Part 5

Pairing: Itachi Uchiha x fem!Reader

Note: Yooo, hello hello!! I'm back and on the run. Sorry for being on hiatus for literally more than one month, had exams and a bunch of events. But now that it's summer, stay tuned <3

~~/ /The room got quiet, and your body stiffened. He then continued, “We let her out on parol and chose the North to ultimately get to the root of the problem. And we need your help, Y/N.”/ /~~

You tossed around on your futon, unable to fall back to sleep. It has been two nights, since Itachi and you had that conversation about the Clan’s intention to trail Izumi’s contact to some people residing in the North—your land. Thinking about the potential danger lying around, ready to ambush your people sent chills up your body. You agreed to join forces with him, defensively, and now have put yourself into a very critical position. Yes, Itachi—the Clan—wanted you to befriend Izumi.

“In your dreams,” you muttered. The problem was not with you, but Izumi, who desperately believed that her man—stand corrected, Itachi was not her man whatsoever, according to his party—had a fling with you while you would give up all your possessions to prove otherwise. You sighed heavily and dug your face into the comforter, troubled at the thought of the very same woman staying in the room adjacent to yours. Right, two days after you were asked to reconcile with Izumi, she had officially moved in. Great progress.

You loomed over your office desk stacked with countless papers, fingers tapping impatiently on the wooden surface. Your Secretary was supposed to be present by this time, as he has always been a punctual and workaholic individual, but there was no sign of him. Ears perked at the rapid knocking on your door, you called them in, expecting a string of apologies from the young man for his late arrival, but greeting your anticipation was Itachi with a set of bento in one hand, the other holding several scrolls that had you mentally wincing at first sight. “Your Secretary is here, by the way, told him to give us a few minutes.”

“What’s this?” You pointed to the bento box and raised a brow, probably on decent terms with him after having that talk. How to say it—partnership.

“It’s a bento box,” he replied, neither warm nor cold.

“I know,” you nagged, “what is this thing doing here?”

“You haven’t had breakfast.”

“So?” You watched as he lifted opened the cover, revealing an entire collection of your favorite foods. Unconsciously, you swallowed and blinked your eyes. Hunger never made its way to your mind until you saw food.

“What?” He questioned, “You don’t want to eat, then?”

“No one has bento for breakfast,” you mumbled under your breath but proceeded to dig your chopsticks in, nevertheless. No one except Itachi would. After a few moments of relishing the mesmerizing taste on your tongue, you bemused, “I can’t recall any reasons for you to be so nice to me, Itachi…san.”

“And I can’t recall any reasons for me not to be nice to you either.”

“If you need help with anything then spit it out, don’t have to take the long way.”

“I’m here because I’m genuinely concerned with your health when you keep skipping breakfast.”

“What does my health have to do with you?” You crossed your arms, having to have stopped eating completely. A dumb thought crossed your mind, one that you immediately dismissed, also the one that kept you awake all night yesterday. Couldn’t it be that—

“I don’t want you to fall sick when we still haven’t taken care of the Clan’s safety,” his face grimed. “You’re no longer living for yourself, Y/N. Others’ lives are in your hands.”

“I…see.” You picked up your chopsticks. So it was not because he still harbored a tiny bit of emotions for you. For someone like Itachi, you should have known better. You knew, even though it was hard to admit that the man before your eyes was no longer the one he used to be—the one you made out to be. Maybe the last few days disoriented your thoughts. The way his fingers lingered a tad bit longer than they should have when he cupped your face, the way his lips curved into a slight smile when your eyes met, the way he cared a little too much that cut you a little too deep. “I will take care of myself, thank you. I will have my Secretary pay you back for the bento.”

The room turned quiet. You took a breath and bit the inner of your cheek. The food you were enjoying earlier became sour in your mouth, bitter almost. “If you have nothing else then—”

“You don’t need to pay me back. I’ll get going,” he waved his hand dismissively, “see you around.”

Itachi shut his eyes as soon as the door to your office closed behind his back. All he needed was just a last push to say what he wanted to say. But it never happened. There were many things he wanted to tell you, not just nagging at you for not eating breakfast. His lips prompted and his words were on the verge of slipping when you questioned why he cared. Itachi did not know either, he just happened to wake up this morning, making some food for himself and ending up with an extra serving. Maybe it had become his habit after you moved in with him, to make some for you, who would never bother going into the kitchen in the morning practically late for work. It was autonomy for him—why he cared. And it would be foreign now that he would have to suppress something that he had grown used to doing. Caring was like a habit, an aggravating one that he needed to replace. It never occurred to him that letting go would be this hard, harder when you were still there, right in front of his eyes, but all he could hold onto were memories.

When you finished your bento box, your Secretary timely made his way into your office, holding a glass of water with some pills. “Y/N-san, this is for you. It’s getting colder this week so make sure you’re paying attention to your health.”

You ogled at him jokingly, “When have you become so compassionate?”

“My brother sent me extras so I thought I should give you some,” he rubbed his nose, embarrassed. “Besides, you probably need it more than I do, you have been overworking yourself these days.”

“Alright, thanks,” you smiled, “help me thank your brother, too.”

Itachi waited patiently at your Secretary’s desk and his eyes lit up at the sight of him. “How did it go?”

“Y/N-san doesn’t know, I told her I got them from my brother.” He grinned, “Those pills are very hard to get, I don’t understand why you won’t give it to her by yourself if you care about Y/N-san so much.”

“I’m not in the right position to do so,” Itachi vaguely answered. “Make sure she takes two per day, both after a meal.”

If he could no longer be by your side, then be it. But he would not stop caring for you. For all he had done, and for all he hasn’t done.

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ramcharantitties · 2 years

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7 minutes

Sita's note- I deleted the earlier draft once so I will have to write again T-T. Also *gasp* sita used English title? Yes I did because I had this fic idea yesterday and my loveliest wife @rambheemlove helped me with it. The song 7 minutes by Dean Lewis went ironic with it. ALSO I tried to keep him in character but I'm sorry if I strayed out.

4 times you wanted to leave and 1 time you stayed.

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"AKHTAR" Ram yelled his friend's name, who was nearing their house with a remorseful face on his bike. "Y/n, he-her bags are gone! She was here before I went to meet Babai. She is no where in the house or any places she would go to!" Ram was frantic, he was panicking, he was about to cry. But why was this affecting him? It's not like he loved y/n.

now I know how I let you down

"Anna" Akhtar grabbed ram's shoulders, and thought about your words. "Don't tell Ram, he won't notice anyways" Akhtar sighed thinking about what you said. But he looked at Ram. The desperation was vivid. And he had to tell Ram. "Whatever you said to her, she is gone now. I just dropped her to the Railway station"

I finally figured it out

Ram's world crashed down. He stood there, his heart in his stomach.

I forgot to love you.

You didn't want much in this forced marriage. You agreed to it, it's true. And you began to develop feelings for your husband too. But it appeared that he was becoming less human with you. Silent tears streamed down your cheek and you looked like as if a statue. As if the heat from his anger and your tears made you a rock. You wanted him to have dinner, that's all.

"Ram? Please have dinner" he didn't reply. He never did. "Ram?" Maybe he didn't hear the first time. "R-" "if someone isn't replying, dear wife, maybe try to leave them alone?" The golden eyes of sunshine became fire balls, the lips you wanted to touch spewed venom. Dear wife, you wished he called you that. Just not like this. No one had dinner that night.

You had one dream. To publish a book about how colonization wiped the Indian art, how you visibly saw the beauties of your country getting tarnished from white hands. And now here you were, your head in your hands as the publisher ridiculed it all to nothing. It was the 4th publisher now.

You looked at the clock, Ram should be home soon. You wiped your tears and got up, you were already late because of the visit. About 10 minutes later the front door opened, the footsteps fading towards the room. And then coming closer. You looked up to what he wanted, since he didn't really meet you after coming from work. "You didn't pick up the book I asked you to?" Ram asked and you stared at him dumbfounded. It slipped out of your mind, the book he gave for binding. Before you could say something, he stopped you. "What could be something so important that you forgot about it?" He left you alone with the question. Maybe Ram was right. It wasn't that important.

Everything you knew about your husband was from Babai. And you also knew that they have lived here for 4 years now, they must be missing their hometown. So you decided to make something that will remind them of their family, their village. Something to help their homesick heart.

When Babai tasted the dish, he couldn't help praising it. It was different, but better. You were sure that this could be something to bring Ram closer. "I made you something" you were nervous, as you neared him. "Keep it here" Ram replied, engrossed in his book. You kept the dish and covered it with a plate, excited. It was getting late already, so you decided to call it a day. When you woke up next morning, the dish was untouched and Ram had already left for work. You threw away the dish, but when Babai repeated the praises of your dish to Ram, he felt, weird.

Once again, Ram was denied the honor of what he deserved. Once again, being a traitor his own people and heart, following the white officials got him nothing. There was no surprise, but the disappointment set within. You knew how hard that would be, to do so much only to return bare handed.

You knocked on his door. Ram looked up at her for first time. "I know you are upset-" he didn't want consoling words. Ram wanted to focus harder on his goals, to get what he deserved. "-we should go out and" you couldn't even finish when he grabbed your shoulders, shaking your body. "Listen to me. I have nothing to do with you, so stop coming between my goal and my hardwork. I don't love you and I never will. So it's better if you leave"

You got on the train, standing by its door, leaving for your home city. His words still ringed in your head. Akhtar dropped you by the railway station, and you knew that he would go tell ram about you leaving. It didn't matter though, you knew Ram won't come here.

if i came back now, would you still be there?

You turned around, going to find your seat when you heard your name from a voice you knew so well. "Y/n!" He called out and you looked out to see Ram looking through windows and tearing the crowd. Ram looked anxious. Before you could think, you called for him.

if i come around, would you even care?

"Ram!" He heard your voice. Ram looked at you, leaning out the door of the train, your braid swinging. He ran to you and you stepped down. "What are you doing here?" You asked and Ram huffed. He held your hand in his and you were bewildered. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything but please, please don't leave" he said and you were taken aback.

is it too late to turn around?

The surprise was vivid on your face and his heart broke at the sight. Babai was right, he has been nothing but a jerk to you ever since you got married. "Ram, I need to leave" you muttered, tears streaming down. "Please no" he whispered, clutching your hand tighter.

im already halfway out of town

"Why do you have to go? You can't just run out of if your relationship gets bad!" He knew this was wrong as soon as your eyebrows furrowed. The train whistled. You snatched your hand from his and got on the train.

now i know how to let you down

"Ram I have nothing here! You don't love me, my dream was shattered into pieces and you don't even know what I could possibly be talking about! You weren't there with me to call it a relationship!" The train started to move and he walked with it.

i finally figured it out

"Y/n, please, give me one chance" he walked faster with the moving train. "Ram you will get hurt, leave!" You called out. "Please, Y/n, just once, and if not, then you can leave" Ram started to jog when he realized he was falling behind.

Please, please stop. Both of you wished the same thing. But it seemed like only one wished harder for it.

Ram saw your bag thrown out of the train. You raised your hand towards him and jumped when he caught it, before the train could gain anymore speed. Ram hugged you close, nuzzling his head in your neck. "I'm sorry, it will never happen now"

i forgot to love you.

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winderlylandchime · 23 days

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I had to wait to reply to your last message and to write this one because I know that my brother still at times checks your blog to see if there are fic updates (i now told him about subscribing to fics).

Anyway the reason I had to wait is because yesterday (the 6th) was his birthday and we (as in me and our parents) got him the full seasons collections box set from ebay. Our cousin found one that was a pretty decent price so we all got it together for him. And I couldn’t tell you about it when you said we should do that because we already had it and it was hidden at my parents house!! But he also saw that message and sent it to me saying ‘YEAH! Why don’t you lil shits do that for me? I mean it IS your fault, I’m like this now’ And I will forever deny that I did this because all I did was show him qaf…he did mind maps and diy merch and tell everyone and their mom about it.. So this is all on him.

ANYWAY! I do have something to tell you though about his birthday. We’ve been laughing about it all day and the minute my cousin told me the story, I thought of all of you who watched this monster be brought to life.

Like i said his birthday was yesterday and he got blacked out drunk with his friends to celebrate it. And then they went to his house to continue because and i quote from a video i got sent ‘i might be 37 but the party doesn’t stop bitcheeeeesssss’ anyway I was suppose to be there but work had different plans, so our cousin who was the designated driver, made sure to send me updates throughout the day and according to him (and also a too short but amazing video he sent me), my dumb drunk brother made EVERYONE watch fan videos of Britin. And not on tv or like hey let me show you something on my laptop. Nope, he stood in the middle of the living room, holding his laptop while kinda stumbling and the fan videos were playing on it. Apparently most of them were too drunk to actually pay attention, including him but they kinda caught a few glimpses and words and every once in a while, my brother would shush them to say ‘hey! The pretty boy is talking’ and when he wash asked who’s the pretty boy, he would try to point at the pretty boy (both of them) and obviously the scenes were changing so he kept going ‘him, him, him’ while pointing all over the screen. And then he pointed to debbie and a friend went ‘that’s a woman’ and he responded with *putting his index finger up to like prove a point* ‘actually, that’s Debbie’. I wish you guys would be able to see my cousins reenactment of it because it was hilarious. However I was told that the way the night ended was that he went to his room to get his phone so that he can and I quote ‘I gotta read some shit to you guys, you’re gonna fuck with it because I fuck with it, understood?’ and then when he didnt come back, our cousin went to look for him and found him passed out on the bed, hugging Brian the cat and his phone. And I have no way to actually prove this since he only remembers bits and pieces but I genuinely think he was about to “read” one of the fics he’s been reading to them. Today when we were all on facetime and our cousin was telling him/us about everything he did (this was just the tip of the iceberg, he almost fell down the stairs again) his only response was ‘i have no memory of any of that but it does sound like me, doesn’t it?’

So even when absolutely blacked out drunk, Britin is still one of the main things he thinks about. And sorry (again) for a late reply, I’ve been buzzing with excitement about him getting the box set but couldn’t tell anyone since he does pay attention from time to time and unfortunately he is no longer drugged out of his mind on pain pills. In fact I was panicking that I accidentally mentioned it in the last message I sent until you responded. Talk about bad memory

Dear sweet anon! I hope your brother knows that you got him the DVDs before I suggested it. I just want to be sure you and your family get full credit. Also, hello Brother… how are you doing fellow Aries? (My birthday is next week) (I’ll be in Vegas to seeing RPDR Live and hopefully finish my drag au)

I am dying over the image of your brother, drunk and swaying. making everyone watch fan vids and trying to point out Brian. And I am dying over “That’s a woman” “Actually, that’s Debbie” like she defies gender.

I am also a little dead at the idea of him reading fic. Out. Loud. to his friends. I’m curious which fic it was.

I’m very glad he did not fall down the stairs while black out drunk. We need to keep your brother in one piece. Now.

Also, brother, if you’re reading - Hi!

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023 #2024 edition

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smilingformoney · 1 year

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Do you one shots or are you taking one shots requests for Soul Of Ice? Could at one point we get one where Abbie was with Sev during a summer and Sev’s DE meeting took longer than expected? So Abbie gets worried and to comfort herself gets a jumper or sweater that her father wore out of his closet and wore it so she could feel close to him while he was away and fell asleep, curled up and he came back from the meeting and found her like that and she had to explain to him that it made her feel close to him and she gets embarrassed maybe and he comforts her in his own way? I’m feeling anxious and depressed and this brings me comfort. Also, Soul Of Ice is the best fanfic I’ve ever read and looking forward to the next chapter

This ask has turned me into a sobbing mess for the following reasons:

This idea is adorable

The fact you came up with this idea suggests you were thinking about snabbie outside of reading the main story 🥹

"best fanfic"?? I cry 😭

Anyway here u go!! Technically Abbie was never at Spinner's End after Voldemort's return but let's ignore the technicalities for the sake of some cute snabbie fluff 🥰

You Are Home

Dad Snape & Daughter!OC one-shot

When Severus returned home at last, he was exhausted. A glance at the clock told him he’d been away for over twelve hours. Twelve hours in the company of Death Eaters; twelve hours of constantly occluding away the Dark Lord’s invasion into his mind. It was enough to drive him mad.

He wanted to go straight to bed, but he supposed he should check on Abbie first. The house was silent, and he wondered if she was in bed herself already.

No, it wasn’t quite silent, he realised - a gentle crackling noise told him the fireplace was lit. Perhaps she was still up after all.

Peering through the living room door, he saw the fire was indeed lit, and the long tendrils of orange light illuminated a pile of his robes on the sofa. Strange, he thought - it wasn’t like him to leave laundry lying around.

He took another step into the room and realised he was in fact looking at Abbie, curled up asleep on the sofa under his robe. Her dark hair and the dark robe had almost camouflaged her in the dim light, but her sleeping face gave her away.

He knelt down next to her and gently shook her shoulder.

“Abbie,” he said softly. She stirred, and her eyes fluttered open.

“Dad?” she mumbled. “You’re okay…”

“Of course I am. Why aren’t you in bed?”

“I was worried,” Abbie replied as she sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. “You’ve been gone all day. I wanted to stay up and wait for you… guess I fell asleep.”

“You were… worried about me?” Severus echoed with confusion. It was his job to worry about her, not the other way around.

“You’re not usually gone this long, I thought something had happened.” She glanced away, and even in the low light Severus could see a blush creeping up her cheeks. “Silly, I know…”

“Not silly at all, Abbie. I’m sorry, I should have sent a message to you that I would be back late. I suppose I’m not used to anyone caring where I am.”

She shivered, and Severus quickly wrapped the robe tighter around her. “Why are you using my robe as a blanket?” he asked with amusement.

Abbie blushed harder then. “It was… comforting. Like you were there.”

Severus smiled and gently kissed the top of her head. “Next time I have a late meeting, I assure you I’ll let you know. Now - it just so happens I bought some hot chocolate yesterday. How about I make you some, then you can get yourself to sleep in a proper bed with a duvet, rather than sleeping on the couch underneath my robe?”

She nodded, and so Severus quickly made two mugs of hot chocolate in the kitchen. When he came back, Abbie was sitting up fully awake, but she was still wrapped in his robe.

“Thank you,” she said with a smile as he sat down and handed the steaming mug to her. “What’s this on top?” she asked.

“Whipped cream and cinnamon. Sorry, I should have asked, that’s how I always make it -”

“No, I like it,” she said after taking a sip. “Who’d have known Professor Snape has a sweet tooth?”

“Don’t tell anyone, they won’t believe you anyway,” Severus remarked. Abbie chuckled and leaned into him.

“I’m glad you’re home, Dad,” she said softly.

Severus smiled, warmth spreading through his chest from more than just the hot chocolate as he thought, To me, you are home.

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yawnjunn · 2 years

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lovesick - hueningkai

summary: with idol kai debuting at a young age (17), he never gets to experience the 'love' life, until he met you not long ago, keeping your relationship a secret from the public and having to sneak out just to only see each other like 2 teens in love

inspired by one of their songs "0x1=lovesong"

AND also bcs i miss blonde kai era

╰┈➤ hueningkai × gn!reader

╰┈➤ pronouns: they/them

╰┈➤ warnings: you and kai having kdrama moments so FLUFF!!!

*apologies if theres any grammar error*

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you are currently waiting at the main lobby of the hybe building, at 11.30pm, waiting for your boyfriend, kai to show up since he asked you to wait for him while he and his members finishes up their last dance practice at late night

but little did you know, as soon as you texted kai that you were already at the lobby, waiting for him, he smiled from ear to ear, clearly getting excited to see his lover

his smile got the attention of his leader, aka soobin

mhm soobin had guessed it...

"kai, you're seriously going to ditch our practice for them? you already hang with them yesterday at 1 am and came back home at 6 resulting you to miss our morning practice, our comeback is around the corner and you better start taking care of your health more" soobin scolded him, pointing at him at every word he said (yasss soobin showing his leader side)

but scolding has become normal for kai these days

does he ever listen to his hyungs? yes

but does he ever follow what his hyungs says? never

kai took ALL his hyungs advices as a joke, this kind of behavior would only get his members annoyed

his mind is only on for this one person, which is you

while soobin was scolding him, kai was smiling like an idiot the entire time as he thought of your beautiful face, even tho he already saw you like yesterday

kai smiling like an idiot got his members wondering if THE hueningkai is crazy enough to be smiling while getting...scolded?

soobin kept on scolding him, telling him how he should be focusing on their comeback first instead of you but kai wasnt listening at all, he was already getting his jacket, ready to leave without soobin noticing

"Im sorry hyung but this is the last time i'll meet them, i promise i'll focus on our comeback after this" kai happily said knowing this is definitely NOT his last time seeing you

"where the hell do you think youre going? we havent finished practicing yet" yeonjun said in a serious tone, crossing his arms together

kai slowly grab the door handle from behind him and dashed out of the door

this caused yeonjun to chase him down the hall

"YAH! HUENINGKAI!" he said breathlessly as he kept on chasing kai, down the stairs, down the escalator etc. with all the staffs watching them thinking they might just be playing

as yeonjun got to the lobby, not only he saw kai running for his damn life.....but he also saw that kai was holding the hand of y/n as they both passed through the exit door, running away together

at this point, he should just give up trying to drag kai back and instead let the two lovers have fun, yeonjun thought

ANYWAYS back to the young couple...

"what was that about?" you gasped for air as you settle down yourself after running hand in hand with your boyfriend

"yeonjun hyung chased me down so that i wouldnt escape practice" kai said clearly out of breath, while chuckling in between

"you escaped practice AGAIN? i couldve wait for you till youre finished"

"you couldve wait, yes. but could i wait? no" kai sassily replied

you were never a sporty person, so you being a lazy mf, you THANKFULLY found a bench that is only 5 steps away from where you stand and sat down, fanning yourself in the most dramatic way

kai chuckled as he watched you being dramatic, "and this is why i never invite you to jog with me"

you gave him a glare, but he only brushed it off before sitting beside you, looking up at the full moon above you guys

"our comeback is really near, i'll be busy for this comeback you know, which means all my schedules are full, which also means no dates for us" he gave you a sad smile before continuing," and to be honest i just want a nice long break" he sigh before closing his eyes with his head still facing up

you turned your head to look at him, admiring his side profile, his clear skin but most importantly his newly dyed blonde hair (HUENINGKAI'S BLONDE ERA WOOOHOO)

you had been OBSESSED with his new hair for this comeback, it made him a whole different person.. well just by appearance, he is still the hueningkai you know tho <33

you scoot a little bit closer to him, linking your arm with his, resting your head on his shoulder, just the way he likes

his heart beats even faster the moment you lay your head on his shoulder, look, he may be your boyfriend but he still gets those butterfly feelings around you yk

kai smoothly laid his head on top of yours, with him still smiling

"lets not talk about your work okay? tonight is just about us" you gently lift your head to face him, now with both your hands in his hands, fingers interwined

he gave you a single nod and a soft smile in return

you knew him talking about his work would make him even more stress, so you stopped him from talking any further

kai was now zoning out, facing the ground, probably thinking about something...thats when you instantly knew he was STILL thinking about his work, his group's comeback, all the scoldings he'd get from all of his members etc.

"kai-ah" you said, squishing his face without hesitation, which made him giggle of how cute your sudden action was

"Im not thinking about work, i promise" now its his turn squishing your face as a payback which made both of you laugh

suddenly a drop of water hit kai's eye signaling that it was about to rain

"Its about to rain soon. kai, we gotta go" you quickly stood up from the bench, pulling your 6'0 boyfriend's arm

but as expected, you? A small person trying to pull this man? pfft no way

"y/n, can we stay for a bit? Its too comfortable here" kai was obviously putting all his weight on the bench, making you struggle even more trying to pull him

"i don't want my hair to get wet, i just showered today so lets gooo" you whined at him but only to receive a smirk from him

the rain is now starting to pour little by little, droplets of rain were now visible in yours and kai's clothes

kai noticed this and quickly unzipped his jacket, as if he was rushing to take it off from his body....you wondered what he was trying to do

just then, he put the jacket hood over your head trying to cover your head since you said you didn't want to get your hair wet (soft huening vibess)

kai held your hand, while your other hand was holding the hood of the jacket so that it wouldnt slip from your head

kai was running along with you, in the rain and trying his best to find a place to drop by as a shelter

...and so you guys ended up entering a convinience store

"never thought running in the rain would be fun" kai smiled at you as he tried drying his hair by ruffling it

"It was fun, i gotta admit...but your hair, its wet!"

"I dont care about my hair, as long as yours is still dry" he sheepishly smile at you

you were in awwww, this man couldnt get any precious 🥺

you uncovered the jacket from your head and put it on kai's head instead, rubbing his hair, trying to dry it with the jacket

"we could've shared the jacket to cover ourselves you know.." you said

"i know but i dont really care about me getting wet anyways BUT now that we're here...can we eat some ramen? my treat i promise" kai grinned at you waiting for your approval

"hmm alright, but tell me if youre short of money, i can help you pay" you offered

but kai shook his head as a response, "there's no need for that"

"mhmm sure"

"sit over there y/n, i'll be right back" he pointed at the long table that is attached to the big glass window near the enterance with a row of perfectly arranged stools

you walked over to the table and sat down on of the stools, patiently waiting for kai while you scroll down through your phone

kai later then came back with 1 iced drink on his left hand and a cup of ramen on his right hand, handing the drink to you first

"i got you some peach iced tea and some ramen" he carefully placed the hot steaming ramen on the table

the thing is....he only bought ONE drink and ONE ramen?...is he not gonna eat or even drink?, you worried

"um...kai, you didn't bought anything for yourself?" you furrowed your eyebrows in confuse

"hm? no no...its not that i dont want to buy one for myself, its just that...i wanted to share with you, you know...like those cliche couples.." he rub the back of his neck and blushed real hard till you can see his pinkish cheeks

you were about to burst into laughter cause of his cuteness, "no wonder you get clingy around your members when im not around"

kai gave you a confused look, "who told you that....was it beomgyu hyung? no?"

"hm?? nothing nothing" you quickly change the subject, changing your focus onto the ramen infront of you

you scoop a mouthful of ramen onto the chopsticks you were using and brought it close to kai's mouth

"say ahhh", you teased him which made him smile at you before opening his mouth to eat the ramen

after few seconds of him chewing, all of sudden, he coughed uncontrollably, which means he mightve swallowed too fast or swallowed a big chunk of food

you quickly take your drink and point the mouth of the straw to his mouth, which he automatically put it in his mouth, drinking your peach iced tea

"you shouldn't swallow too quickly, you'd choke" you sigh wiping his mouth with a napkin

while you were wiping his mouth, he admired you closely without you noticing

he has this stars in his eyes everytime he looks at you

"you took good care of me when i couldn't even took care of myself while preparing for our next comeback...thank you" he gave you a soft smile, a sincere smile

"of course, i'll be here for you always" you gave him a smile before giving him a peck on his lips

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after you both finished your food and drink, you both had bought an umbrella to share cause guess what? It's still raining heavily outside

so here you guys are, walking together, side by side under one umbrella- which kai offered to hold ofc

you linked your arm into his and layed your head on his shoulder while walking down the pavement

"you know..being with you actually made my stress gone" kai proudly said

"really? then i should be with you ALLL the time, even in the bathrooms" you sarcastically said

"thats actually not a bad idea.." he smirked at you

this caused you to hit his shoulder lightly

"but seriously...you're coming to watch our comeback stage, right?"

"yeah yeah i will, you better do your best on that stage, break that damn stage mr.huening"

"break that damn stage? hmm...for you, i will, mr/mrs huening" he winked playfully at you

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A Sweet One

PART 1~

Read Part 2 here!

pairing: enemy!sunghoon! x enemy!femreader, bestfriend!sunghoon! x bestfriend!reader!

genre: fluff, enemies to bestfriends to lovers, humor, dumb characters, funny?

featuring: Choi Beomgyu from TXT & Park Jay from Enhypen

She woke up to the bright sunlight hitting her face, she got up from her bed and headed towards the bathroom, she was brushing her teeth peacefully until she heard someone knocking hard on the door, asking her to open the door.

“What again you bitch”, she screamed, while the annoying little was still knocking on the door.

“Where’s my bag bitch, open the door”, he said,

“How would i know?! And why tf would it be here in the bathroom you dumb shit-” she yelled back at him,

“Bitch yesterday when I was returning from school, my friends were chasing me coz I threw their notebooks from the classroom window and I hid in your bathroom for almost 2 hours as they won’t enter your room and I left my bag there.”

“Bitch why would you hide in here?!” she said,

“I’m sorry ok? And now please gimme my bag back, I'm already late for school, and I don't wanna be late again.”

Annoyed and tired because of this usual shit, she returned him his bag and went to take a shower.

She got ready for her first day at her new school, she came downstairs for breakfast.

After having breakfast, she left for school as Beomgyu had already left.

TIME SKIP~

While she was rushing towards the bus, ”THUD” she bumped into a motor biker and they both fell down,

“Ouchhh”, they both hissed in pain. Luckily they weren't badly hurt as he was driving slow.

She apologized as she got up and was about to walk away.

(she’s not really the type who’d just apologize rather start a fight but as she was in a hurry she just apologized)

“Excuse me miss, you cause trouble and leave just like that”, said the boy,

“I apologized Mr., couldn't you hear me?”, she said,

“So what if you apologized? You should at least help me get up-”

“I'm sorry but I'm actually in a hurry” with that she ran away as she saw another bus coming leaving him dumbfounded on the road.

TIME SKIP~

(At school)

She was both excited and nervous as she reached the school.

She hurried to her classroom as she was already late.

The teacher stared at her for being late.

I'm sorry Mrs. Kim, it's my first day at school today.

“And you’re late right on your first day at school?”

As Y/n was apologizing, someone rushed in the classroom, breathing heavily

“So you are late as well MR. PARK SUNGHOON?”, she said, adjusting her glasses.

While she said that, Y/n and Sunghoon noticed each other, “YOU?-” both of them mouthed looking at each other disgusted. (they met earlier when they bumped into each other which is also why they’re late)

Sunghoon, being a cold and unbothered person although being angry at her, just shrugged it off

“I’m sorry Mrs. Kim, i had to submit the form for my next match” (he gave an excuse)

With that she allowed him to go back to his seat, she didn’t really mind Sunghoon being late or anything as he was a very popular guy and also the school’s best ice skater.

While going back to his seat he nudged Y/n teasing her as a revenge for the accident.

She death glared back at him.

“Anyways students, this is your new classmate, she just recently transferred here, please introduce yourself”, said Mrs. Kim,

“Hello everyone, I’m Choi Y/n, nice to meet y’all, hope we get along well”, she said as she gave a beautiful smile, enough to make everyone’s heart flutter.

Everyone greeted and welcomed her.

“What a dumb head”, said Sunghoon, annoyed.

“You can go and sit next to Sunghoon”, said Mrs. Kim, as Y/n goes and sits next to him.

Sunghoon was even more annoyed when she came and sat next to him

“Hello Mr.”, Y/n said annoyed,

He didn’t reply and looked out of the window uninterested.

“Such a rude jerk”, she whispered.

(The usual classes were going on, during the classes, Y/n kinda disturbed Sunghoon asking things as she was new there.

She couldn’t help but ask him as he was the only one she knew here).

TIME SKIP~

The next day, at school,

They had to do a project and because Y/n only knew Sunghoon, they both were paired up.

They were annoyed and didn’t like each other but had no other choice.

They always bickered around and annoyed each other.

The teacher finished her lecture and asked the children as for who would like to help her with organizing and planning something from their class for the school event.

While she was asking,

Sunghoon was sleeping as usual in the class and Y/n won’t miss a chance to annoy him.

She pulled his hair a little, Sunghoon lifted his head and turned around to see Y/n chuckling, he boiled up and stepped on her foot making her scream in pain.

“What is wrong Y/n?”, said Mrs. Kim,

“Uhh-hh nothing”, said Y/n as she sat back.

Everyone else was laughing at her,

Y/n became angry and stepped back on Sunghoon’s foot, this time making him scream out

“What now Sunghoon?”, said Mrs. Kim, as she became angry

“Sorry ma’am nothing, i just saw a cockroach”, he said,

She didn’t want to be bothered so she continued talking about the event

Meanwhile, Sunghoon and Y/n continued stepping and fighting with each other, both of them shouted, making the teacher angrier.

“SHUT UP, you both”, she said,

Sunghoon and Y/n realized what they were doing and immediately stopped.

The teacher asked them to help for the school event and clean the classroom later as a punishment.

“Sorry ma’am but he was the one-”, Y/n said

“No excuses, stop”, said Mrs. Kim,

They apologized.

“Sorry ma’am but i won’t be able to help for the school event as i have to go somewhere important”, said Y/n,

“Me too”, said Sunghoon,

“I don’t care, you both are helping me with that, meet me after the class”, she said as she left the class.

“I have somewhere to go, so you do it”, said Y/n,

“Even i have something important to do, you do it”, said Sunghoon,

They both started arguing and finally decided to finish this work early and leave.

TIME SKIP~

After school

At the orphanage,

“It's Y/n unnie, yayyyy!”, the children shouted in excitement, running towards Y/n, hugging her

“Hello kiddos, how are y’all?”, said Y/n,

“We’re good”, said the kids,

“That’s great, look what I’ve got for y’all”, she said while handing them snacks and toys.

They were all so happy and started playing with her.

‘Unnie, do you know, some oppa had come to visit us last week, he also brought lots of chocolates and toys and he said he’ll come today as well”, said Seyeon (a little 5 yr old girl),

“Omg that’s great, I’d definitely like to meet him”, said Y/n,

she suddenly flinched hearing a familiar voice behind her,

“Hey kids!”, he said

“Annyeong oppa/hyung!!”, the kids shouted in excitement

Y/n looked behind and widened her eyes seeing Sunghoon talking with the kids

She was quite surprised to see him here, she always thought he was an annoying, cold and heartless guy, but he turned out to be totally different.

“You dumb head-”, said Sunghoon, as he was also surprised seeing Y/n here,

“What is this annoying, dumb girl doing here”, he thought,

“You Mr. Cold penguin??, what are you doing here?”, said Y/n,

TIME SKIP~

After playing with the children both of them left for home,

On their way,

“I never knew you were such a kind guy”, said Y/n,

“Even i didn’t expect you to be here”, said Sunghoon,

They had a little talk and went to their homes.

AUTHOR POV:

(They kept on meeting each other at the orphanage often and played with the kids together and started enjoying each others company)

AFTER A FEW DAYS:

Instead of annoying and irritating, both of them were being good to each other.

They became good friends, rather best friends, although they weren’t enemies anymore, they did annoy each other and bickered around the whole day.

They both were really comfortable around each other and saw the different and real side of them. Eventually, they started developing feelings for each other.

ANOTHER DAY:

Y/n got down the bus and walked towards the school.

She suddenly flinched when someone jumped on her back and pulled her bag

“Heyyyyy, morning lil!”, he shouted in her ears

“Yahhhh, wtf”, she said, and turned to see Sunghoon laughing at her.

“That scared me you crazy penguin”, she said,

“Hehe, you look so dumb”, he said,

While they were walking in the hallway, they saw a cute couple hugging each other and being all sweet,

“Awww so cute!”, Y/n said while looking at them,

Suddenly Sunghoon starts laughing at her

“What’s so funny, Mr. Cold Penguin??”, Y/n said,

“You being jelly watching the couple- hahahahahaha”, he said,

“Who’s being jelly? Huh? I’m not”, she said,

He laughed even more clapping his hands,

“Even if I do, what about you Mr.??”, she said,

“ME?, I’m not jealous”, *flips his hair*

“As if you have a girlfriend”, she said

“So what if I don’t, saying as if you do”, he mouthed

“At Least I know what love is, unlike you Mr. cold penguin”, she said,

“I do know Ms. lil porcupine”, he said,

“Huh, as if”, she said,

“Also, watching kdramas and saying you know what love is, is a little funny, come back to reality Ms.”, he said,

“Shut up Penguin, and how tf do you know what it is, huh”, she said,

“Excuse me-, I’m the expert, PARK SUNGHOON”, he said,

She started laughing and said, “whatever Mr. COLD penguin”,

They both walked towards the class arguing, as they heard the bell ring

TIME SKIP~

The first period was over, the next class was Chemistry

At the chemistry lab,

The teacher asked them to do an experiment and left as the supervisor had called her

There were different beakers kept with different fluids in them,

Watching those, Y/n and Sunghoon looked at each other,

They definitely had to create some ruckus.

“Now stay out of this, I’m good at it, I’ll do it”, Y/n said pushing Sunghoon out of the way,

“EXCUSE MEEE-, even i can do this”, Sunghoon replied pushing her aside,

“I've seen that, the way you laid your head on the table with your eyes closed and mouth a little open, you definitely were concentrating, right?”, she said,

“Huh, so what, I’m intelligent, i can do it even if i don’t concentrate”, *flips his hair*

“Ok then, let’s see, Mr. INTELLIGENT penguin!”, she said

“OKAYY”, he said

Both of them chose one beaker each and Y/n poured one, while Sunghoon was pouring his beaker, Y/n screamed, making him flinch

“What“, he yelled back,

“We can’t put that”, she said,

“WHY, we can”, he said,

They both started arguing, while doing so they mixed something that shouldn’t be and *BOOOOOM*

Both of them flinched and looked at each other, while the others were laughing at them

“HAHAHAHAHAHA”, both of them started laughing hard pointing at each other’s faces,

“Your face- ahahah”, Sunghoon said,

“Why you laughing, look at your face!!” said Y/N,

“You guys, your faces, OMG”, someone said,

“WHAT?!” they both said at the same time,

They opened their phone’s camera and flinched looking at their own faces

*BLACK*

They realized that their faces had turned black,

“THIS IS ALL BCOZ OF YOU, DUMBASS”, Y/n yelled at him,

“WHAT-, IT’S BCOZ OF YOU, DUMBHEAD!!”, Sunghoon yelled back

There they go bickering again

After the fight, both of them rushed towards the bathroom and washed their faces.

Y/n left for school as she was already running late,

IN SCHOOL,

During lunch,

Y/n was searching for her book for her next class when suddenly,

“CHOI Y/N!!, BICH COME HERE”, said Beomgyu,

“WTF BICH, why you shouting??”, y/n yelled back at him as she came out of her class,

Everyone else was surprised and shocked at their behaviour.

Beomgyu pulled y/n’s hair and said, “where’s my book bitch, I got scolded for not bringing it”

“Why would I have your book bitch!”, she said while grabbing his hair,

“OUCHH!!”, both of them screeched.

While they were fighting, everyone else was looking at them, enjoying the drama,

But there was someone from afar, who was giggling as he found it cute,

“Cute”, Sunghoon chuckled,

“Oh, staring huh?”, said a voice behind him,

“He turned around to see Jay teasing him.

“N-no w-who said, what are you s-saying-”, said Sunghoon,

“Aye Heyyy, don’t lie, I saw you staring at Y/n”, Jay said,

Sunghoon just looked at him, not sure what to say,

“So you like Y/n huh?”, said Jay,

“Umm….yes”, Sunghoon replied, while his cheeks turned pink

“But wait, her screeching, swearing and pulling hair was CUTE?”, said Jay teasing Sunghoon,

“Shut up, will you”, Sunghoon glared at Jay,

“But still, I mean-”, jay said,

“Shut tf up and don’t dare to tell this to anyone or you’re so dead”, said Sunghoon,

“Alright, I won’t”, Jay said

“Oh btw, y’all looked really pretty yesterday, I could see the future scientists in y’all, I was scared at first, all black faces”, Jay said teasingly,

“Oh really?, thanks, I can also clearly see your future being all black, the way you saw our black faces yesterday, with no job and girlfriend”, Sunghoon teased back,

“WHAT?!, as if you have one”, Jay said,

“Huh, if you don’t want to recall the R.A.S, you better stop”, Sunghoon said,

(R.A.S= Resentment, Anger, Shame)

“YAHHHHH, STOP-”, Jay yelled at him,

“Ok ok, I’ll stop, hahah”, Sunghoon said

“But I won't stop teasing you!.. Y/n-”, Jay said while running away from there and Sunghoon chasing to shut him up.

TIME SKIP~

The next period had started, the teacher entered the class and all the students ran back to their seats.

“Ok so everyone, we have a transfer student in our class, as she’s new here you all need to help her, please introduce yourself”, said Mrs. Kim,

“Hello everyone, I’m Kim Yunha, nice to meet y’all, hope we get along well”,

All the students greeted her

“You may take a seat”, said Mrs. Kim,

She thanked her teacher and went and sat behind Sunghoon and Y/n, next to a girl

“Hi Sunghoon-ah”, she said as she tapped on his shoulder to wake him up,

“Who are you”, he said as he turned behind,

“OH, Yunha?, omg hi, how are you?”, he said,

“I’m good, How are you?”, she said smiling,

“I’m great”, he replied,

“Y’all know each other?”, Y/n asked,

“Ah yes, btw who are you?”, said Yunha,

“Oh, Hi I’m Y/n, nice to meet you”, Y/n said kinda annoyed as she was jealous seeing them talking while smiling at each other,

“Hello, I’m Yunha”, she replied,

The class then started

Y/n was kinda annoyed during the whole lecture coz Yunha kept asking Sunghoon something on the other, she had never seen him talking to someone other than her like that,

smiling, as he was a cold guy, little did she know that they both were cousins.

TIME SKIP~

The bell rang, the school was over, and all the students rushed out of their classes

Y/n was waiting for Sunghoon as they both always went home together, while she was at the gate waiting for him to come, she saw Sunghoon and Yunha giggling while walking out of the school, she felt jealous watching them together.

“Hey Y/n!”, Sunghoon screamed at her excitedly,

“Oh Hi, I was waiting for you”, she said,

“I’m really sorry Y/n, but i can’t come with you today, I have to accompany Yunha”, he said a little sad as he wanted to go with Y/n,

“Oh no, it’s alright”, she replied as she became sad,

“K, bye, we’ll leave first”, Yunha said as she pulled Sunghoon’s hand

“Hmm”, Y/n replied as she left for home.

A/n POV

The next few days Y/n and Sunghoon didn’t talk much with each other, most of the time Sunghoon was around Yunha as she would cling onto him because he was the only one she knew here but Sunghoon tried his best to stay with Y/n as he just can’t stay away from her.

Meanwhile, Y/n was jealous of Yunha.

~~~~~~~~~~

Thank you for reading, Hope you like it!

navi.

#enhypen #enhypen ff #enhypen imagines #sunghoon #enhypen sunghoon #sunghoon ff #sunghoon imagines #jay #beomgyu #hoonieeverse

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