#i low-key want to expand on this so if you'd like to read a longer fic based on this one lmk ! hehe

[sichengtual]

— summary: you and jaehyun are not just friends, and as he looks at you under the bright stadium lights, he realizes you never really were. 

— pairing: jung jaehyun x reader.

— au: 90's, college, football player! jaehyun. 

— genre: fluff. 

— word count: 1,380 (1.3k)

— warnings: none.

— song: friday i’m in love — the cure. 

for @nct-writers​’s neo’clock event! 

it’s super short but had a lot of fun writing this and now i can’t stop thinking about 90’s football captain jaehyun hehe. 

Friday night lights are blinding. 

You walk into the stadium with your heart beating wildly against your chest, hearing it pounding loudly against your ears over the cheering crowd. It’s a warm night — the first of the summer, and the stars shine brightly in the night sky. There’s a soft breeze, so light you can barely feel it crashing against your skin, carrying both scents and sounds as you let yourself become immersed in your surroundings. The air smells like pretzels and candy, scents reaching your nose as you walk deeper into the forming crowd. There’s loud rock and roll playing the background, probably coming from one of the many speakers, setting the atmosphere ablaze, tying everything together into one cohesive scene. 

The timing isn’t perfect, but it doesn’t have to be. Your feet walk like they have a mind of their own, moving like following an invisible compass, pulling from an imaginary thread that leads you directly to him. And it’s almost as if they do, and as if he too had been a participant in the strange game of push and pull, because his eyes find yours in the midst of a sea of people. 

You refrain from gasping, because as you rest your eyes on him, you’re sure Jung Jaehyun has been pulled out from some romantic comedy, somehow way too good to be true. Standing in the middle of the playing field, under the bright lights illuminating the entire stadium, with his football uniform made a mess of dirt and grass and his hair disheveled from taking off his helmet, he’s a dream in and out of himself. It brings a slight tingling to the tips of your fingers, goosebumps running down your back when he smiles, eyes shining brighter than any fire in the starry sky. 

Smiling at him, you let your feet resume their way as you forget about everything else that isn’t him and the way he’s looking at you, blocking everything out but the way his smile grows wider with every step you take in his direction. He looks happy, happier than you’ve ever seen him, looking at you as if it was you who put the stars in the night sky or who composed the force of the sun. As much as for you there’s only him, standing front and center in a still frame, for him there’s you, and he’s sure everything else in the picture is only but a background image. 

“Hey,” he says as you finally reach him, surprise laced into his tone. He’s smiling wide, one hand holding his helmet on the side while the other has a tight grip on a plastic water bottle. “I thought you wouldn’t come.” 

“Yeah, me too,” you respond. You stick your hands in the front pockets of your jeans, trying to conceal the shaking of your fingers. “For a second, I really wasn’t going to.” 

Jaehyun takes a step closer. There’s cheering in the background, laughter and hollering. He can hear his friends singing loudly, celebrating a victory in the same way he would if he hadn’t seen you. Having you there, in front of him, is victory enough. 

“What convinced you?” He asks, nerves almost completely masked by his excitement. “Was it the thought of me in a uniform? Johnny has been saying I look like a Vogue model with my hair all disheveled like this, so I really wouldn’t blame you.” 

You laugh, nudging his shoulder with your hand. 

“No, you idiot,” you say, voice breaking in between the laughter. “But I really couldn’t miss this, not when me being here meant that much to you. You don’t look bad with your hair looking like that, though.” 

His smile seems to soften at your words, though you’re not sure if you’re seeing it correctly or if it’s merely a trick of the light. Your heart swells, beating rapidly at the thought of having such an effect on him, and a part of you really wants it to be a mix of both. As much as you’re trying, there’s no way you’re feeling about him now. 

“Not bad?” He laughs, and you see him blush under the reflectors. “I think it looks really sexy.” 

“Okay, now you’re just letting it get to you,” you joke. “At least you have your trophy now, right? That’s what’s sexy.”

He takes another step closer, and you’re close enough to touch. People walk past all around you, forcing you to get even closer, hands flying to his chest on instinct alone. Jaehyun doesn’t seem to notice, or ignores it if he does. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Yuta smiling at him, but it all becomes background noise as he sets his attention back on you. 

“It’s because of you, you know,” he says, voice soft. You hear a small thud, and when his hand comes to rest on top of yours, you can tell it’s his helmet finally falling to the ground. “The plays, the trophy - it’s all for you. Every single thing I do, I do thinking of you. I simply can’t get you out of my head.” 

You smile. “I thought we were just friends.”

“We’ve never been just friends,” he smiles. He pauses for a second, looking up to the sky and pursing his lips, as if deep in thought. “We were also roommates. And we were teammates that one time in Ethics class.” 

“You’re an idiot,” you laugh, rolling your eyes and feeling his fingers lacing with yours. He tightens his grip, softly squeezing your hand. His hair falls against his forehead, pressing against the damp skin. “That’s not what I meant!”

“Yeah, I know,” he says, a blush rising to his cheeks as he looks at you. “Okay, and, to be fair, I was also in love with you, and I think you might have also liked me back this entire time, with you occasionally eating the food I made for you and all.” 

“That’s the only possible explanation when I kept doing it despite getting food poisoning that one time you made spaghetti and meatballs.” 

“You’re just exaggerating,” he laughs. Neither of you have noticed you’re leaning closer to each other with every passing minute. “You loved my special spaghetti and meatballs.”

“I did not!” You smile. And you’re sure your world stops still in its tracks when your nose touches his, everything around you disappearing and your entire surroundings becoming the warmth of his touch and the tenderness in his smile.  “But I did love you… I guess.”

“I hope you still do,” he whispers, and you hear him, loud and clear, despite all the chaos unfolding all around you. “Because I’m crazy in love with you, and I just can’t hold it in anymore. Do you know how hard it was for me to see you looking so fucking beautiful in the morning and not being able to kiss you as soon as I saw you? I’m about to take matters into my own hands, this can’t just stay as it is!” 

“Probably as much as it was for me to see you with your hair like this, looking like a goddamned Vogue model and not being able to kiss you as I walked into the stadium.” 

“Fuck, you really are way too good to be true.” 

And he’s kissing you, softly and gently, a small and quick kiss under the blinding lights, holding you to his chest and pressing you against his form. Your eyelids flutter closed as you kiss back, a thousand lights going off on your head, just as part of your imagination as of reality, a perfect mirror of the ones shining bright all around you. You can feel him smile against your lips, giggling so softly you don’t get to hear it; you feel it, vibrations traveling down your body as you smile right back, feeling your heart beat so loudly you’re sure it’s about to go out of your chest. 

“Hey, could you possibly repeat the Vogue thing around Johnny before we leave.”

“Anything for you, stud.” 

“God, I love you.”

It’s 1996 and you finally know love.

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[9tzuyu]

run into me sunday pt. ii

pt. i

notes: i am yet again projecting my own issues in fics lmao. this isn’t my favorite work, but i wanted to make a second part. this is the result. all mistakes are mine as im too lazy to proofread :P.

warnings: heavy talk of having an eating disorder.

requests are open!

the first few of weeks at natasha's house were fine. you tried really hard not to think about all the changes happening. like being monitored 24/7, or having to abide by natasha's rules all the time, or knowing that you were growing to be healthy.

it was okay, at first.

you hardly put up a fight when it came down to her rules. even meal time seemed to go without a hitch.

but as many people have said before, all good things cone to an end.

the second you woke up today, you could already tell it wasn't going to be fun. everything you'd pushed aside came crawling back, and you could feel every insecurity of yours heighten a thousand times worse than before.

nat's arms rest gently around your waist, and while it normally felt reassuring, you couldn't help but notice the extra weight you'd put on.

you still felt overly full from last night. if natasha woke up right now, you were positive she could feel how expanded your stomach was.

(god, you did not want her to feel how bloated you still were.)

now you knew there was nothing wrong with having a stomach, especially one that wasn't flat or as unwell as yours had become. but it was your body, and your body felt wrong.

feeling natasha's breath on the back of your neck, you gingerly began removing her arm from your body. however, your plan quickly failed when natasha pulled you in closer, her grip tightening around you.

you bit your lip to suppress your cries. you needed out and you needed out right now.

things quickly became unbearable. the longer you felt trapped, the more your body began to tremble. and though you despised it, you turned around to face natasha, your head buried in the crook of her neck.

the thoughts were loud. much louder than they had been the past few weeks.

you tried to keep your cries to a low level, but that didn't seem to work. natasha awoke within the very same minute. her first instinct was to check on you, but seeing as tears were streaming down your face she knew what the problem was.

nat pulled you closer to her, letting her right hand rub the backside of your body in an attempt to calm you down.

"hey now, it's okay, it's alright. you're okay, you're safe, you're here. i'm here." you continued to sob, letting every detail of your own self hatred slip from your mouth.

natasha wasn't surprised at the outburst. she knew you would have days like this, more days would soon follow. that was reality. she didn't expect your recovery to be perfect, if it was then she would know you weren't really getting better – simply putting on weight to please her.

she couldn't take away your pain (although she wished she could), but she could be there, offer you her love and support, coax you through meals when you needed her to.

when you'd finally calmed down you turned away from her, suddenly embarrassed at how you acted. she could feel you tense back up again, a failed attempt at blocking her out.

it was nat, who were you to think she couldn't read you like an open book?

nonetheless, she kissed the back of your head and moved out from under the covers. "i'm going to make breakfast, i'll be back."

you sighed. breakfast was not an option.

but 15 minutes later natasha returned with a plate of eggs, toast and a cup of fruit on the side. she even made it all pretty and nice for you.

“up, y/n. i know you don't want to, but you have to eat.”

"no," you mumbled, bringing the blanket over your head. she tugged them away instantly, "yes."

"it's too early."

"you didn't say that yesterday-"

"well i'm saying it today, natasha. now fuck off."

natasha knew better than to take your words to heart. if anything, she found it rather entertaining to see just how far you'd go to try and push her buttons.

an idea came to mind, a negotiation, really.

"tell you what, no breakfast, but you have to eat lunch and three snacks between dinner."

you thought about it for a second before peeking from underneath the covers, "deal." natasha patted your side, "i'm only doing this because you've been doing so well these past few weeks. don't count on this deal happening again." she spoke thoroughly, the plate of food now on its way into the kitchen trash-bin.

while you laid in bed natasha texted wanda. the redhead thought it would be beneficial for the younger woman to pay a visit. she knew how close the two of you were and decided to invite her over. it wasn't much, but the idea of wanda coming over and (possibly) helping you in any shape or form was very reassuring to natasha.

wanda texted back almost instantly, informing her that she was just short of an hour out, having to stop for gas on the way. natasha thumbs up'd her message and began planning out the day.

before either of you knew it, it was 12 noon. lunch had approached sooner than expected. wanda and natasha easily got caught up in a conversation. the only thing keeping time was nat's alarm that set off.

"time to go wake y/n up," natasha giggled, although she knew you'd be a challenge today. wanda followed her, too excited to wait on surprising you with lunch.

"y/n! c'mon, a special someone is here to see you."

a groan could be heard from the bed as you up to see who was there. you smiled at the sight of wanda and she immediately brought you in for a squeeze-the-life-out-of-you hug.

you didn't miss her smile faltering when she let you go.

you were still just as boney and thin as you were when you left the compound. three weeks was nothing, but you swore you could feel every ounce of weight gain coming back.

wanda helped you out of bed, allowing you to lean on her as she guided you into the kitchen. it was a good thing too, because you were more light headed than usual.

"what are you doing here?" wanda smiled and pushed the already prepared plate of food towards you. it'd been a few minutes and you hadn't even touched your fork. "what? couldn't surprise you?" natasha giggled from your left. you already seemed to be in a much better mood with wanda around than you had been this morning. but both women caught onto the fact that you were only shoving the food on your plate, not making any effort at all to actually eat it.

nat tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, "you have to eat, you know the deal we made." her push was soft, but it didn't make things any easier.

you sighed, tightening the grip around your fork. things like this shouldn't be so hard. it was food. food is fuel, food is good, but somewhere in your mind those messages were twisted and crumpled into something that could never be more false.

you leaned into natasha, keeping your face shielded away from the plate. tears sprung into your eyes and you begged for her to not make you eat.

"tasha, just one day, please. i promise i'll eat tomorrow-"

"i wish that were true, i really do, sweetheart." nat rubbed your shoulder before pushing you back, forcing you to look her in the eyes. "i'm going to go grocery shopping and run a few extra errands. wanda will be here to watch you finish your meal and to have a snack or two before i get back. i love you, okay?"

(you knew she did. but holy fuck, why did she have to do this to you.)

"yeah, you too." and with that, natasha grabbed her keys, kissed you on the forehead and left.

you don't know why, but you didn't actually think wanda would listen to natasha. that belief was quickly thrown out when you moved to get up from the table, wanda quick to grab your wrist and stop you from going to far.

"stay. please? just a few bites, i won't tell natasha if you don't..." she pleaded. a feeling of safety grew in your chest. your level of trust with her had always been high, but this time it felt more intimate. wanda was seeing you at your worst, a vulnerable position you'd never let anyone else but tasha see, and yet, wanda decided to stay.

it took over an hour for you to manage half a meal. wanda sat through it all, however, and coaxed you through each bite.

now, two hours later with a snack in hand, you sat quietly on the porch, head resting on wanda's lap with her fingers tied in your hair.

"do you talk to nat?"

"sometimes. actually yeah, most of the time i talk to her. it helps, and she's a great listener." you complimented.

"wanda?"

"hm?"

"why are you doing this?"

wanda looked down at you, seeing your eyes bore into her and bit her lip, "it's hard to see the girl that i loved and the girl that came back. i should've noticed before you went on your mission, but i didn't because i was too wrapped up with my own issues."

"you can't blame yourself, wanda. i didnt want to be seen. you couldn't have done anything different."

she hummed, ears perking up at the sound of natashas car pulling in the driveway.

you jumped up from her lap and ran to help tasha with her groceries, earning a loving glare from the redhead.

oh yeah. no strenuous activity. too many calories that you needed would be burned off. at least that's what you were told anyway.

wanda stayed the rest of the day, even through dinner. (only because you begged natasha to let her stay that long.)

natasha didn't seem to mind that she stayed. the redhead heard more laughs and giggles from you than she'd heard in the past six months.

the worst part about the day ending was the fact that wanda had to leave eventually.

(eventually being now.)

you pouted. you weren't ready for her to go just yet.  she'd taken your mind off of so much today and you weren't sure you could face it again. really, you didn't want to face it again.

"i believe in you." she murmured.

stupid mind reading.

wanda rolled her eyes, "i'm serious, y/n. you've got this. you're amazing."

“you're only saying that because you have to.”

her eyebrows pulled together. "no. i'm saying it because i know it's true. you've got a gift, y/n. what you have– you're going to get it back."

you inhaled.

"next time i see you, i want you to be a little bit more healthy, okay?" wanda gave you a tight hug and left without another word. she just hoped the next time she saw you it wasn't in a casket.

you hoped the next time you saw her, you'd be better.

today wasn't easy, but it gave you a taste of everything you'd been missing.

and you wanted it back.

#wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wandanat x reader #marvel imagine #avengers x reader