heyy it’s me, could u maybe write another fic like after luke’s surgery and bells taking care of him but like he’s still throwing up because he’s not sure how to properly take care of himself ( my friend told me when she ate fried stuff after she had appendicitis like the surgery she’d throw up ) and him and bell still working through their issues ,,, no pressure tho :))
i love these two sm and ur fics never miss ur so so talented 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼
Had so much fun navigating the aftermath of a surgery and the aftermath of a breakup all together. Thank you so much for the prompt!
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Bella would be lying if she said it didn't feel weird as hell to be back in the apartment.
Luke's apartment. It had taken her a long time to accept having a key and an even longer time to start thinking of that place as "theirs", even though the large majority of everything she owned was there.
It had been a punch in the gut to finally think of that place as home, only for the break up to happen.
"Bells?" Luke called her, concerned when she stopped walking. She shook her head, offering him a smile.
"How are you feeling?"
"Fine," he smiled back, "just like I was fine ten minutes ago when you asked. Or twenty. Or-"
"Don't be snarky, you scared the life out of me," Bella scoffed, slapping his chest. Luke winced when the pain echoed down, but his smile didn't waver.
"Sorry, baby..." he sat down on the couch, putting his feet up and breathing out deeply. It was clear that the short walk from the car to the apartment had already been too much.
"I think you should go to bed, not the couch," Bella told him, avoiding looking around. She wanted to see what had changed in the three months she had been away. Hopefully nothing.
"I know, I know," he grabbed the belt loop of her jeans and tugged at it, causing her to fall sideways across his lap. Bella let out a squeal, while he groaned and leaned his head back, "shit, that was a bad idea."
"What the hell was the idea!?" Bella squealed, scrambling out of his lap, "burst your stitches?"
He pouted, "I just wanted to hug you..."
"Oh for fuck's sake, Luke," Bella chuckled, surprised and then she moved closer on the couch, throwing her arms around him, "better?"
"Not quite," he sighed, but leaned his head against hers, nose brushing her temple, "I missed you so much."
"I missed you t-"
A loud growl interrupted her and Bella glanced down at Lucas' belly, "wow, are you alright?"
He nodded, refusing to pull back, "hungry," Luke kissed her cheek, "what's going through your mind?"
"What do you wanna eat?" She asked instead of acknowledging the question. That was a can of worms Bella did not want to get into.
"Uhm, you-"
"Lucas."
"Fries," he chuckled, "milkshake and fries."
It did sound great and better yet, it sounded like something they could order in. Bella smiled, "as you wish, your royal highness."
"Don't be mean to me, I'm severely woun- Ah fuck," Lucas' well humored voice vanished, "I'm gonna miss the quarter finals!"
Bella rolled her eyes, slumping against him as she scrolled through the restaurant app, "you could use a break, Luke."
"At the quarter finals!?" he whined, "fucking hell, that's what we spent the whole year playing for."
"Well, if we win we move to the semifinals and then you can join", she glanced up, then planted a kiss over his pout, standing up, "it'll work out... Alright, I need to stop by my dorm to pick up the rest of my boxes and then on the way back I'll grab our order, sounds good?"
Lucas frowned, "you're... No, where are you going?" he looked confused, "I thought you said you'd stay here..."
"I'm coming back here after," she planted a kiss over his pout, "I need to finish clearing my room."
"I-"
"I'll be right back," she interrupted again, kissing him once more before grabbing her purse by the door and walking out.
Lucas let out a sour sigh, something was wrong.
He wasn't dumb, not for a second had Luke thought everything would be back to how it always were, but still, a small part of him had hoped.
He mulled over her words, while answering his texts. Vince had sent a bunch of messages, ranging from worried questions, to memes about him and Bella being back together - how the hell did he know that already?? -, to serious messages about the incoming game.
As Lucas typed back, it dawned on him that Bella had mentioned clearing the dorms. By the time she made it back, holding a bag of greasy fast food and already sucking on her milkshake, Lucas' good mood had all but vanished.
"They didn't have strawberry," Bella said, handing him the large plastic cup, "but they had banana."
"Thank you," Lucas scooted up on the couch, accepting the bag and moving so Bells would have enough space to sit next to him. He planted the milkshake on the coffee table, starting to dig through the bag and handing her the chicken option, "Bells?"
"Yes?" she settled comfortably down next to him, unwrapping the sandwich.
Lucas fiddled with the wrapping paper of his burger, deciding against it and then going for the fries. He stuffed a bunch in his mouth while Bella watched him with a small frown on.
"Luke? What is it?"
Lucas took his sweet time chewing. He didn't want to fight, he had just gotten her back and after four days at the hospital, he just wanted to get in bed with his girlfriend and finally fall asleep knowing Bella would be there in the morning. He considered waving it off, say he didn't mean anything and ask about all the other things he wanted to know from the 4 months they had been broken up for...
"Lucas?"
"You said you were clearing the dorms," he said slowly, "but there are no boxes here, so clearly you're not- You're not coming back?"
It tasted sour just to say that. Lucas reached for the milkshake, sucking it in while he watched Bella open her mouth to answer and then snap it shut twice. She lowered her sandwich, untouched.
"Luke..."
"Are we not back together?" he asked, unable to stop himself. Bella's eyes widened.
"Of course! Of course we are!"
The squeeze around his heart undid just a bit. Lucas frowned, "then where-"
"But I'm not coming back here, Luke," she pouted, looking around the apartment, "I can't do this again... This- It's a type of instability that I can't deal with."
"What do you mean? This is our-"
"It's not," she glared at him, but not in an angry way, just stern, "it's not our place, Lucas. I knew this from the start, that's why I took so long to move in, remember? But then... Then I moved in, because we were really serious and steady by then, only for you to break up with me and kick me out."
"I never kicked you out," he said strongly, only to receive an eyeroll.
"Same fucking difference, Lucas. The apartment is yours, I was the one who had to move out. Don't act like I'm being irrational."
She was right. Of course she was right, it hadn't even occurred him to leave because it was his place, after all. However to him this was a small, unimportant detail. Not to Bella.
Lucas nodded, looking away from her, unable to support her serious gaze and continued to polish off the fries, if only so he'd have anything to busy himself with.
Bella let out a heavy sigh, "you're angry."
"I am," he agreed, "not at you, though."
"No?"
"No" he finished off the last five fries and pushed the package away, settling back against the couch cushions, stirring the milkshake with his straw in order to put his thoughts together, "I loved the life we had, Bell. It took a fucking while to get you to move in with me, I remember, and it was worth it. I loved sharing this place, I loved coming home and finding you here. I hated the past few months and the extra bed space and the empty closet and none of your sauces in the fridge."
He met her eyes and Bella's nose looked slightly red, blue eyes overly shiny. Lucas sighed, "I'm just angry I blew all of that."
"I..." her voice broke and Bella breathed out slowly, pulling herself together, "I'm sorry Luke."
"You have nothing to be sorry for," he shrugged, stabbing the milkshake again with the straw, "tell me about the new place? Do you have pictures? When did you pick it?"
Her shoulders dropped in visible relief, another huge sign of how immensely he had fucked them up that now his girlfriend felt tense about her choices around him. Lucas mentally kicked himself, but leaned in as Bell fished out her phone to show him, finally starting to eat.
She rested her head on his shoulder, scrolling through her camera roll, "okay so, Wen helped me pick-"
"Wendy?" He raised his eyebrows, sucking in the rest of the milkshake and wincing at the overly sweet taste, "Vin's girl?"
"Yeah," Bella nodded eagerly, "I met her in a bar during- A couple months ago and she's been really amazing. She introduced me to a bunch of her friends and she's helped so fucking much, Luke."
"Oh," he felt his chest burn, "that's great, Bella, I'm happy you two are friends now."
Bella beamed, turning her face to plant a kiss on his chest and then clicking on the first pick, "so it's up the hill, near that house decor store, you know?" she said, showing him the map, "the rent in that area is cheaper, so that's great-"
He listened eagerly as Bell continued to blab on about the new place, which Lucas was feeling more and more jealous of. He knew it was insanity to feel jealous of a place, but he did. Nevertheless he kept the smile on and it wasn't even a fake one. He might hate her moving away from him, but he did love to see Bella so eager about something.
His belly cramped lightly and he shifted on the couch, regretting eating all of that food so fast after four days of a purely liquid diet. Bella moved along with his body, draping herself over him as she continued to gush about her plans to DIY the bedroom floor.
"I could help you build a floating desk here," he said, pointing at a corner in the room, "so you have a work station and don't fuck your back working in bed."
"Yeah!?" Bella smiled, excited, "I was thinking of putting floating shelves here for the viny-" she interrupted herself as Lucas' stomach let out a loud growl. With her pressed so close to him, she had heard it clearly. Her eyebrows jumped up, "Are you still hungry?"
"No," he winced, tugging on the pants, "ate too fast, my belly's a little upset."
"it's probably gas, they warned you about it remember?" Bella noted, leaning in to kiss his cheek, "let's go to bed, we can keep talking there."
Getting up released some of the pressure and Lucas muffled a gross, thick belch against his hand, blowing it out away from her. He wrinkled his nose at the smell of bananas, "gross."
Bella snorted, grabbing the ditched wrappers and plastic cups, "go lie down, I'll be there in a minute."
He nodded, walking slowly towards the bedroom. While sitting down he had completely forgotten about the stitches, but now an overall ache was spreading all over his stomach and they throbbed the most.
As he reached the bathroom to brush his teeth, Lucas noticed his stomach pushing against his hoodie. Bella had brought him clothes to be discharged from the hospital and she had made a point to pick loose fitting clothes, but the hoodie did not feel loose at all anymore. Granted it wasn't hugging his stomach, but the fabric was brushing over his navel and scratching against the bandage.
Lucas let out a groan, tugging it up and throwing it, alongside his sweatpants, on the basket under the sink for laundry. He wasn't sure if he managed to hit the basket, because bending down pushed up yet another sour burp and he groaned, bracing against the cold sink.
"Luke?" Bella's cold hand rested in the middle of his back, startling him. He looked up and caught her eyes in the mirror. She looked worried and tired and he felt awful for the past 4 days and the mess he was once again bringing on her life.
"Sorry," he squeezed the marble of the sink counter, "you can go home if you-"
"Don't be ridiculous," Bella said harshly, glaring at him in the mirror, "I'm not going anywhere when you're sick, are you crazy?" then before he could answer she looked down and grimaced, "your poor belly is so bloated, Luke."
It truly was. He had a squishy belly over hard abs most days and during the breakup he had lost weight, but now he just looked pregnant.
"Yeah, it's fucking hurting too," he sighed, tugging on the elastic of his boxers. Bella's brows met with concern, but she didn't follow him to the bedroom, busying herself with brushing her teeth and getting changed.
Lucas sat down on the bed, then hunched forward. He really wasn't feeling well, the fries and milkshake had been a silly mistake. It felt like his dinner wasn't digesting at all, sitting in belly like a ball of cement, but the cramps continued to wreck through his lower belly like little electric shocks, sending up sour burps that made him feel vaguely queasy, but mostly just hurt. Nothing was moving.
"Would tums help?" Bella asked, walking into the room. He pondered the question, before shaking his head.
"Do we still have pepto?" just as he said it, it occurred to him how dumb of a question that was. Bella hadn't been in his place in nearly fourth months, she definitely didn't know.
Still she didn't correct him, instead went to where he usually kept the bottle and came back to the room, "Almost out. Just drink the rest that's in the bottle."
He swallowed it all, gagging at the end with the overly sweet taste and then leaned back against the headboard, pushing his boxers down.
"It's pressing on your belly?" Bella asked, crawling on the bed to lie next to him.
"It feels itchy as hell," Lucas complained, planting a hand on his stomach and pushing lightly. It pushed up a burp that tasted like fries and made his chest burn. He swallowed again, "feels disgusting, Bells..."
She didn't answer, but he felt her hand touch his stomach, fingers pushing here and there, rubbing in circles over a particularly tender spot and causing a gurgle to go up his throat. Lucas grimaced as a string of burps turned wet at the end.
"So how-" he belched again, throwing his head back and staring at the ceiling, "how's work?"
Bella let out a giggle and planted a kiss on his bare chest, "small talk is not your forte even when you're not feeling sick," she peppered a bunch of kisses up and then one over his lips, "just close your eyes, let me take care of you."
"Uhm, sounds boring as fu-" he cut himself off with a burp, deep from his belly and then a string of gurgles followed as the medicine started to take effect. Lucas grimaced, poking his distended belly and causing another loud whine, "oh that's so gross..."
Bella's hand stroked the round part of his upper belly, the slightly pressure pushing another airy burp out, "sounds so upset, Luke... I don't think you should have had junk food so soon after surgery."
"Yeah, that was stupid," he agreed, planting a hand over hers and pressing it on his belly button. The heavy pressure forced up a disgusting wet burp, but that at least carried some relief, "Eew..." he breathed out, sliding on the bed, so his head would hit the pillows and feeling Bell's hand move to rub little circles on his left side. She wouldn't go near the right, with the stitches.
"Are you sleepy?"
"No," he opened his eyes and turned his head lazily to look at her, "just feeling kinda crappy. Are you sleepy?"
Bella shrugged, but he could see very clearly how exhausted she was. Lucas rolled his eyes, pushing her hand away from his stomach and pulling so she could rest her head on his chest, "go to sleep, baby."
"No, you're feeling sick-"
"I'll be fine, it's just indigestion," he said, although it felt a little like a lie. Sure it was indigestion, but his stomach was starting to churn slowly with nausea, "you need to rest, you've been looking after me for almost five days now."
Bella let out a huff, but she didn't argue, moving up so she could tuck her head neatly under his chin.
Her weight didn't help the vaguely unsettled feeling, but Lucas was not about to tell her that. Instead he continued to breathe through the queasiness, letting out some small burps and making sure his neck was turned away from Bella.
Slowly tiredness was starting to take over him, but all it took was Bell groaning and rolling closer, planting her elbow lightly over his belly button to push out the most nauseating burp yet. Lucas rushed sitting up, clamping a hand over his mouth as the burp turned incredibly wet at the end. He gulped down convulsively, a clammy sticky sensation spreading all over him, his mouth watering.
"Luke...?"
He couldn't answer her, because every time he managed to push down the knot in his throat, a new soft gag pushed it up. Bella sat up too, a hand on his shoulder.
"Luke- Oh no," she realized, seeing his hand firmly clamped over his lips. Luke groaned, eyes squeezed shut and tasted the milkshake in the back of his tongue. It was enough to cause a wave of revulsion and he gagged harshly.
The heave, rocking his belly, pulled on his stitches and pain radiated all over his stomach, causing him to whimper. Bella said something, but he couldn't hear her, he just felt so incredibly sick...
He pressed his hand harder, but the next heave was productive and vomit exploded out of his mouth, leaking through his fingers and causing him to choke and cough. Bella thumped his back and Luke coughed harder, the motion causing more puke to cover the blankets, his stomach and the boxers.
The sensation of warm liquid hitting his skin caused Luke to gag again, more vomit coming up. It was all a mushy cream color, the fries and milkshake mixing in a disgusting sludge.
"Shit Lucas, shit-" Bella sounded vaguely frantically and he couldn't understand why she was pushing his back, "baby, I know it's messy but aim at the blankets-"
What?
He frowned, coughing again, "I don't... What...?"
Before she could answer though, his belly contracted again and he puked again, all over his lap. Lucas groaned, head hanging in shame and queasiness, his mouth open as yet another stream of just liquid and some chunks of pale yellow came out.
"I don't feel good..." he moaned, knowing he sounded like a baby but feeling dangerously close to tears. It had been 4 days of pain so far, more of nausea considering he had felt sick even during the graduation. And his girlfriend wasn't coming back home. And his head was hurting like a motherfucker. And he was covered in vomit, but he was so fucking tired-
"Luke, hey..." Bella's voice was incredibly tender as she cupped his face, wiping away one lonely tear, "shh... You're okay, love. You'll feel better soon, your poor belly just needed to get rid of that."
"I don't want you to leave," he groaned, "I don't want- I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm being dumb-"
"Lucas," Bella planted a kiss on the top of his head, "are you done?"
He nodded, feeling pathetic, "think so..." he still felt nauseous as all hell, but all he had eaten in four days was the milkshake and the fries, so there was nothing else to bring up. Bella rubbed his back, nodding.
"Okay, let's get you cleaned up," she said, grabbing his elbow and gently ushering him up. She helped him strip the destroyed boxers and Lucas groaned, feeling horribly exposed, even though he knew for a fact that Bell had seen him naked a million times.
"Fuck, that's gross..." he mumbled, using a clean part of the soiled blanket to wipe his stomach. Only then he understood that Bella had attempted to keep him from vomiting over the bandaged side of his belly, "oh shit, I hope I didn't pull any stitches there."
Bella frowned, circling the bed to hold him, "does it feel like you did?"
"No, just achy and sick," Lucas leaned unto her hold, then braced against the sink, the motion pushing up a deep gutural belch. He panted, while Bella carefully pushed the hair away from his eyes, cupping his forehead. Another flash of hot nausea passed through him and he coughed lightly, then a weak heave brought up a small stream of puke.
He heaved twice more, just as painful as before as the stitches flared up, but nothing came up and he finally turned on the water and washed the sink basin and his mouth.
"I need to shower," Luke groaned.
"Can you stand on your own?" Bella asked and he nodded, attempting to grab the crumbs of his dignity. She rushed back in the room to get rid of the ruined blankets and Lucas slowly walked to the shower.
He had no energy in him, so he just stood under the hot water stream. The heat helped with the ache in his middle and the sticky sensation, but also made him dizzy.
"That's enough, baby," Bella said, closing the register and throwing a towel around him, "c'mon, let me take a look at the stitches."
"You hate this stuff," Lucas mumbled, pushing her hand away from the soaked wet bandages, "I'll look."
"Don't be silly, I can do this," she rolled her eyes, pushing him to sit on the closet toilet and cupping his forehead. He watches as his girlfriend crouched down between his legs, carefully pulling the adhesive that kept the gauze to his skin and revealing the appendectomy wound.
She hissed and made a face, visibly cringing, causing Luke to snort, "are you sure, Bells?"
"It's fine," she glared at him, "it's just... nasty."
"Uhm?" he glanced down and wrinkled his nose. His skin was red around the wound, from the warm water and the black stitches stuck out horribly, "yeah, that's pretty gnarly."
"Nothing looks burst though, so that's good," she fumbled with the first aid kit that he only then noticed sitting on top of the sink, in search of another gauze pad, "how's your belly feeling?"
"Still pretty gross," Lucas admitted, "but empty. No more..." he gagged in his fist, "no more junk food for a while though."
Bella opened a lopsided smile, snickering, "what? No more fries?"
Just the thought of them caused him to gag harshly and bring up a small, disgusting burp, "Bell..."
"Sorry," she huffed, smiling still, "couldn't resist," she gently pressed the gauze to the wound, "Luke."
"Yeah?" he asked, taking in the gentleness of everything she was doing. Bella wasn't a normally delicate girl, so it was very deliberate that he could barely feel her touches.
"I'm not leaving you, you know that, right?" she smiled, cutting a piece of adhesive to keep the little square of gauze in place, "and we're gonna get through this rough patch."
A new, surprising churning sensation filled up his stomach. Butterflies, all over again. Lucas nodded, "I know... It just sucks, but I know we will."
Her cheeks turned a shade of pink and Bella smiled, moving up and kissing him, causing his head to hit the flush and startling them both. Lucas smiled, resting his forehead against hers, "I love you... Can we go to bed now, though? My dick's freezing out here."
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Heya!!
Wanted to say ur writing is so cute!! Support u loads cutie xx
I wanted to see if you could perhaps do a Naruto x Y/N however naruto is kinda just oblivious to all her advances till y/n literslly had to scream it into his face of some sort? Tysm!
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TYPE — GN!reader, Fluff, TW — Light Violence
NOTES — I couldn't figure out how to end the oneshot, so I kind of left it to interpretation once again. I know it's a little late, but I hope you still enjoy!
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SILENCE, the perfect chance for you to expose your feelings to the one and only, Uzumaki Naruto. The romantic feelings you hold for the special blonde haired man date back to the first time the two of you recognized the other’s talent. It was particularly after the three year gap that Naruto took to train far away from the village that your feelings grew stronger, almost as if you were too afraid to lose him.
That fear you felt for an impossible scenario was enough to push you further in your ninja training and allow you to prevail over your peers. When Naruto was gone from the village, you strengthened up to prove to yourself and others that you are more than just a bag of feelings and emotions. You were just as capable of taking down enemy ninjas from other villages as the next ninja was.
Yet, it seemed like none of that mattered when you and Naruto arrived in a quiet, tranquil spot of the heavily forested area outside of the gates that surrounded the village. The two of you were assigned a pretty lengthy mission which you knew would take, at most, a week to complete and return home. The mission consisted of spying on an opposing village to find out what their plans were for the Hidden Leaf Village since their ninjas were spotted loitering outside the village gates. Safety for the villagers became the number one priority, and who other than to appoint Uzumaki Naruto alongside your trusty self.
Your thoughts roamed aimlessly in your mind as you tried to piece together an adequate scenario or situation where confessing your feelings for Naruto would be appropriate. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Naruto had stopped in front of you, so your face ultimately collided with his back. The collision wasn’t too hard as it only made you lose your balance for a split second before regaining your footing.
“Do you hear that?” Naruto whispered, turning around to look at you. The two of you allowed the peaceful silence to surround yourselves until you could pick up on the distinct sound of small twigs snapping somewhere close by. “Someone’s coming,” you whispered back to Naruto.
You pulled out a kunai knife, and Naruto prepared himself to engage one of his ninjutsu techniques. The two of you stood in the middle of the small clearing with your backs against one another. Nothing but silence was heard in the air as the two of you awaited the ambush.
Soon, two ninjas shot out from above you and Naruto with their ninja tools in hand. Just before their knives could make a slice against either of your guys’ skin, the two of you pushed yourselves off of one another, forcing those ninjas to collide with the ground.
You threw your kunai knife at one of the assailants and started jumping backwards to avoid each swipe of his knife. Running, you kept looking back to see the assailant coming closer. In a split second, you pushed your foot to the ground and jumped up into the air, turning a full 180°. You engaged your water ninjutsu, and a powerful burst of water shot directly at the assailant. When the assailant felt his balance shift after avoiding the shot, that was your cue to throw another kunai knife right as his elevated foot was going to set down on the ground. The assailant tripped on the kunai knife and landed on the floor. Speeding up, you landed on your feet and tied up the assailant, beginning to drag him towards the clearing.
When you arrived at the clearing, you spotted Naruto dusting off his hands whilst standing in front of the other assailant. At the sound of your footsteps, Naruto turned around and smiled. You aggressively threw the assailant from your grasp at the other one, knocking them both down. Panting lightly, you walked over to Naruto, patting his shoulder, “What should we do with these losers?”
The two of you looked at the unconscious ninjas when, all of a sudden, an idea popped up simultaneously into your minds. You both looked at one another, wickedly smirking at the idea. Next thing you know, the assailants were tied together and hanging upside down from the tallest tree near the clearing. Naruto and you gave each other a high five then began to walk away from the clearing and back into the deep forest.
When you both reached a couple of miles away from the clearing, it was then that you felt it was the perfect timing to let Naruto know about your hidden feelings. There was something romantic about being in a lonely forest with just the presence of Naruto beside you that made your heart flutter as you tried your best to come up with the perfect words.
“Naruto,” you called out whilst stopping. The blonde haired man in question stopped as well and hummed in acknowledgement, looking over at you. Confusion was written on his face, and it only added to your nervousness. “You fought off that guy so easily. How about after this mission you teach me some of your tricks? Then we could go get food afterwards?” you asked, eyes beaming with anticipation.
“But you’re just as good as I am, Y/N. I don’t think it would benefit you if I taught you anything more since you’re already good at fighting, as well,” Naruto responded. He began to walk again with his hands intertwined with one another and resting against the back of his head. Your head naturally tilted to the side at the sudden confusion that came about you. However, you decided to shake it off since he did compliment your skill after all.
You two continued down the path in the forest, eventually arriving at the end of the forest. There was a beautiful lake right outside of the forest, and a lightly dusted path continued around it. Looking up, you noticed how the sun was beginning to hide behind the horizon line, replacing the once blue sky with orange and yellow hues. Naruto had continued walking down the path, and you had to jog up to him to catch up.
With a tug at his sleeve, Naruto stopped walking and looked over at you, who was holding onto his sleeve. “I think we should take a break, Naruto. The sun’s setting, and it will get dark soon,” you chimed in.
Naruto glanced up at the sky and squinted his eyes as the sunlight beamed over the horizon. He thought long and hard about the mission, and seeing as it was only the first day, Naruto decided to agree with your idea of taking a break.
“Okay, let’s set up camp by the lake,” Naruto agreed, taking off his backpack. You cheered to yourself and copied his actions, following him to the lakeside.
The two of you unpacked your sleeping bags and rolled them out a couple of feet apart from one another. You divided up the necessary tasks between yourself and Naruto. Naruto was tasked with finding the kindling to make a fire, and you were tasked with gathering some food that the two of you could possibly eat. Sure, you brought your small snacks, but that wouldn’t last you very long if that was your only source of food.
About half an hour passed, and the sunset was replaced with a starry, dark blue sky. By now, there was a fire lighting up the small area in between where you had laid out the sleeping bags. You had managed to catch a fish from the lake during your savaging, and it was currently held above the fire and rotated often by you. Naruto sat on his sleeping bag simply staring out at the fire in front of him.
“The sky is beautiful tonight,” you mentioned. On cue, the both of you looked up at the sky, taking in the sight of the many dots of stars littering it. You peeked back at Naruto, noticing how his ocean blue eyes were widening at the mere sight of beauty above him. “You’re right, it is beautiful. It will make for a good night’s sleep,” Naruto responded, smiling at you.
“Or you know… we could pretend we’re roasting marshmallows and tell each other stories. Besides, we are alone,” you suggested, putting your eyes on the fish. “But we’re not eating marshmallows. That’s a fish, Y/N. I feel like you need to go to an eye doctor after this mission because even I can see that it is a fish,” Naruto joked, chuckling to himself.
You sighed and took the finishing fish off of the fire. Setting it on a big leaf you had found earlier, you shuffled over to Naruto’s side of the fire and sat directly in front of him.
“Naruto, I like you,” you confessed with an exhausted tone. With all the oblivion Naruto was expressing, you felt that now it was just time to spat out your feelings for him since he clearly wasn’t getting the memo. Your eyes stared at Naruto who was dumbfounded by the sudden confession coming from you. “Y–You like me?” he questioned, pointing his index finger at himself.
“Of course! You’re an amazing guy. You’re funny, hilarious even, and you know how to put a smile on my face, even in the darkest of times. I see you as more than just a friend, Naruto, and I have been trying to see if you felt the same throughout the mission thus far, but you’re just so oblivious, it’s frustrating me,” you replied, letting a much needed sigh at the end of it.
Naruto was quiet whilst he listened to you. As soon as he realized what you were talking about, he began to feel bad for declining your advances. However, Naruto was never one to notice when someone likes him or is interested in being with him, so he had no experience when it came to how you were talking to him.
“Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it,” Naruto said, rubbing the back of his head whilst looking at you, “Now that you mention it, I have been feeling some sort of spark whenever I am with you.”
Your head perked up, and your eyes wide a little at the response Naruto had given you, “Really? You like me too?”
“Yes, yes I do, Y/N.”
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𝑳𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝒚𝗈𝗎 𝒍𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝒐𝗑𝗒𝗀𝖾𝗇
pairing : kang taehyun, huening kai, choi yeonjun x m!reader
summary : you're able to remember what it was like to gain the favour of this boys.
tw : pure sugary fluff & teenage angst
notes : omg luka this took me so long smh >:3 im so sorry!! this was meant for ur birthday but omg i didn't know how to end for hyuka so it took me so long to do it. i hope that ur happy and healthy for the rest of ur long life <33 u are so amazing and beautiful and smart and so so talented excuse you :0 dkdkribe giggles okay lemme leave u to the boyfriend hcs :D @astrozuya
—high school sweethearts
BOYFRIEND! YEONJUN, would definitely have told you his feelings during a study date. he's all nervous and unsure of whether you'll hate him after what he's about to do or downright ask him to do more. yeah, there's a major mathematics test that counts for the remainder of your semester marks but he couldn't care less whilst he scribbles your name in his notebook without even realizing.
BOYFRIEND! YEONJUN, had written down the confession on a memo pad and when he left to grab some water, deliberately put it in plan view. what he had wrote was very cheesy and in not so legible handwriting, with cute spelling mistakes, 'go on a date with me? yes, no, maybe?' i mean, it's the thought that counts. and seeing it definitely melted your heart. by the time he returned there wasn't an ounce of regret when yeonjun saw how boldly you had circled the 'yes' option.
BOYFRIEND! YEONJUN, couldn't stop ogling you. he shamelessly let his eyes wander across your face. he noted each of the little creases near your mouth when you smiled, the way you pressed your lips into a thin line when you thought hard over your drink order. fuck, he really wanted to kiss you. to feel your soft lips against his own chapped ones. and when you passed your peach chap stick towards him that was definitely the icing on the cake.
BOYFRIEND! YEONJUN, loved holding your hand. even though yours would get sweaty from time to time due to your nervousness, he would let you wipe them off then went right back to holding them again. he wasn't sure what it was—maybe the softness of it, or the rough skin in your palms from working hard, or the way the pads of your fingers would press against the back of his hand—yeonjun just loved holding your hand.
BOYFRIEND! YEONJUN, felt like he was on cloud nine kissing you. even though you two had done it countless times those sparks still shot through the sky and bursted into shining fireworks. though the first time was extra special. call him a hopeless romantic, but when he pulled your body toward his and the rain hit your clothes it felt fulfilling. you were fulfilling. everything about you was all that yeonjun needed in his life.
BOYFRIEND! YEONJUN, knew you were his oxygen. he knew from the moment he set eyes on you during lunch break back in high school that he would spend the rest of his life doing all that he could to keep you smiling. your smile was beautiful. it made his heart flutter and even stop it at times. and when you shared yourself with him on that cold winter night, when you both embraced each other's perfections and imperfections, yeonjun said he loved you.
—idol boyfriend
BOYFRIEND! TAEHYUN, was never the type to believe in love or anything romantic in life. he didn't understand what all the buzz was about troupes or otps or anything else. taehyun had assumed that his life would just be with him and maybe a fish. but as an idol who had just made his debut into the world of glittery and shining korean pop there wasn't much time for pets this early in the game—let alone a life partner.
BOYFRIEND! TAEHYUN, met you on a street corner. it was an awkward meeting at first since he stepped in front of you and you weren't sure which way to go and just giggling to yourself wasn't helping because what the hell you couldn't walk. the memory now though always made you smile because it was silly to think taehyun was going to scold you for keeping him from whatever he needed to do.
BOYFRIEND! TAEHYUN, magically, every other friday or so, would see you on the street corner on the way to a convenient store that he and his group members practically worshipped the ice cream that it sold. unlike him, the conversation between you two was struck by taehyun. simple and sweet, you greeted each other and he figured out your worked at said convenient store. it was a lovely fact to know for taehyun but he didn't know reason behind why it was so lovely to begin with.
BOYFRIEND! TAEHYUN, thought it was a huge mistake when you and him started to date in secret. that was the first thing outlined in their contracts, 'NO DATING'. so what kind of idiot ignores the bold, large and very strong words of a legally binding document? taehyun apparently. even if he was an idiot, a major risk taking idiot, he knew you gave him every opportunity to walk away because of how high the stakes were if someone from the press were to find out. only beomgyu knew and he sort of found out when his beloved group member left his phone open and the text message you sent was pretty self explanatory.
BOYFRIEND! TAEHYUN, had broken up with you before his 21st birthday. his manager was the main one behind the break up but taehyun didn't want you to be tarnished by the dispatch and the trash they could always spew together and call it a story. it wasn't a shock to hear him say "i'm breaking up with you," actually you were surprised your relationship lasted as long as it did. but that didn't mean the aching in your chest wasn't real. the late night phone calls lasting till two in the morning and the convenient store conversations behind the snack isle as well as many more fond memories of your time together never left your mind.
BOYFRIEND! TAEHYUN, dedicated a song to you. when it first flowed through your ears your heart ached before speeding up. it was hard to find the right breathing pattern again after hearing taehyun's angelic voice sing the pet name he gave you, 'darling.' his korean dialect had made the word sound off the first time you heard it but as he got used of saying it to you so much the meaning was enough to bring tears to your eyes and down your blushing cheeks. it was a song of how life was unfair to young lovers during the past and the present but he had hoped in the future love would be more fruitful.
BOYFRIEND! TAEHYUN, met you again. he was more grown up since the last time you saw him and you were honest for once and allowed yourself to think that he still looked handsome after so long. he still made you nervous when he spoke in that soft voice of his, the way his eyes sparkled like a puppies when he gazed into your own eyes and how his hands on the counter tapped against the cold surface suddenly went still with your warms ones holding his. you could tell he still loved you, and there was no denying that your heart still belonged to taehyun.
BOYFRIEND! TAEHYUN, thought back to when he snuck out of the dorms to see you. and how he would do anything for that gorgeous smile on your face. he was young and in love, never thought clearly about the consequences of his actions and how his involvement with you could end up in a tragedy instead of a fairy tale. well, as taehyun stood in front of your grave he now knew.
BOYFRIEND! TAEHYUN, was a mess. the news of your relationship had made it into the public eye as it just reached its early days and wasn't welcomed in any way. your death that soon followed was sudden and heart wrenching because it could have been prevented—reporters were following you on your way home and caused you to get involved in a car accident which resulted in your death. taehyun never returned to the entertainment industry after you, and never fully recovered. you were his corner boy and the best thing to happen to him.
—friends to lovers
BOYFRIEND! HYUKA, hadn't expected it to hit him so hard. how could anyone prepare to suddenly see their close friend in a new light? he hasn't thought of you as anything more than someone he could tease and make fun of. that was your role in the friend group; the shortest out of everyone in your class and did the cutest angry nibble on your pen when he or soobin had made fun of your haircut or weird handwriting. it was just you, kai, beom and taehyun, the rowdy bunch in school. you all had too much energy that even the teachers didn't know how to tame you.
BOYFRIEND! HYUKA, was certain he didn't want anything more than friendship from you. it made sense to him to have you as a friend that he put himself in the friend zone many a time whenever he somewhat guessed you were trying to flirt with him or get him alone. so why did it hurt his heart so much to see you with someone else? he was the one who pushed you away in their arms; choi yeonjun's arms to be exact. kai hated him. typical fuck boy who didn't care who's hearts he trampled on. it disgusted hyuka.
BOYFRIEND! HYUKA, had kissed you like his life depended on your lips on his. he knew you weren't his to take but there was something within him—a sense of possession if you will—that just led him to snatch you away from yeonjun one day and lead you to an empty classroom. he was shocked when he felt how soft your lips were, which made sense since he always teased you about how your lips were always chapped. but not today. like.. you knew what his intentions were and that made you decide to out of the blue put on coconut lipbalm. hyuka loved coconut..
BOYFRIEND! HYUKA, hadn't spoken to you after the kissed you share that late afternoon when everyone was meant to be going home. when he had pulled away he was beat red and embarrassed, not even giving you a chance to let out a word when he bolted out of the classroom with the tips of his ears burning. how was he to face you the coming days? after he suddenly kissed you out of his jealousy and lack of rationality, hyuka couldn't look you in the eye. your beautiful eyes..
BOYFRIEND! HYUKA, had distanced himself from his friends, claiming to put his focus into the coming midterm examinations they were to write within a few weeks. it was the perfect excuse and it couldn't have come at a better time because he always had the compulsion to go and speak to you, hear your angelic voice and just listen to you speak. but who was he kidding, hyuka didn't deserve you. he was an absolute asshole to you whenever he got the chance, always being rude and teasing you.
BOYFRIEND! HYUKA, saw you standing with yeonjun on the final exam day, looking like the jerkward wanted to make a move on you but quickly you moved away from him and hurriedly left the scene. the smirk of satisfaction on hyuka's lips fell fast when you bumped into him while retreating from yeonjun. "a—are you alright?" his voice cracked and he cursed under his breath. you had nodded your head and made your way to leave but hyuka held your wrist, his declaration of adoration and love for you falling out of his mouth and into your ears.
BOYFRIEND! HYUKA, could feels tears cloud his vision when he stared down at you. when he heard you say how much you've longed to hear him say those words he couldn't keep his emotions inside any longer. hyuka had confessed how he had mistaken his friendship for you as something more, and his continuous teasing was merely his way of showing affection which he wasn't sure how to do. you embraced him and called him an idiot, laughing at how funny his crying face was. when the tears had dried hyuka held you tightly and pressed his lips to yours once again but the second time was far better than the first.
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