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#no but seriously my heart aches so much to meet you guys
SYNOPSIS. It was difficult to contradict the rumors of you being obsessed with Lee Heeseung. But it was all true that you had a huge crush and a few wild fantasies about him. You were aware of his infamous reputation of how many girls he’s taken to his bed, yet you still wanted to be one of his.
WARNINGS. angst, fluff, contains smut! MINORS DNI. first time, fingering, unprotected sex, pull-out method. 7k words.
It started happening a few days ago when you heard the whispers of people making unsettling remarks about you. Apparently, you were obsessed with Lee Heeseung.
But the rumors were not true. You barely acknowledged Lee Heeseung’s existence, you certainly do not have the biggest crush on him, and most definitely didn’t have the fantasy to fuck him. These are wild statements to come out of someone’s mouth, but those were just rumors.
Well, that’s what you wanted people to think. It’s true that you have a crush on Heeseung, a huge one that gives you constant butterflies, in fact. It started off as small feelings in middle school because you just found him cute. Then in high school, you started to gain real feelings, an admiration for him. He was the smartest dude in school, the captain of the basketball team, and he was always soft spoken and sweet to anyone he talked to. It was impossible not to fall for him.
With all these years of having these feelings, you barely talked to him, even if being in the same circle of friends. Though, things started to change this school year. The friend group started to hang out often since ways would be parted for college next year. You and Heeseung started talking more and you even got to know each other better, which made you hopeful for something more.
But soon, you were met with bitterness, a feeling close to heartbreak. He started getting distant from everyone — especially from you. You overheard from the chatters around school that Heeseung was a major fuckboy now who slept with the girls at school. You never judged him, despite the aches in your chest that it caused.
The girls who slept with him would brag about how good he was. Heeseung, the sweet guy he is, was the sweetest in bed. And as much as it tarnishes your self worth and disregards the deep feelings you have, you didn’t mind the idea of being his just for one night, let alone a few hours.
You just wanted to be one of his girls.
You slammed your locker closed and was met with Heeseung who had a sly grin on his face.
“So, should I take you to my place tonight? Or do you prefer if I take you on a date first?”
You haven’t talked to him in a week and there was no doubt that he heard about the rumors — the rumors that he had no idea were true.
“What are you talking about?” You said with a hint of defensiveness. You quickly softened your expression to make up for your attitude, you were just tired of everyone talking about you.
“Nothing,” Heeseung shook his head, “I’m just teasing you. I heard what people are saying.”
“None of it is true,” You lied.
He let out a low laugh, which caused your heart to drop in fear. “It wouldn’t be so bad if they were.”
You gently push his shoulder and Heeseung quickly gets rid of the smirk on his face. “Stop joking around, a lot of people are already on my ass about it. And everyone knows you have a different girl in your bed every week, it just makes me seem twice as desperate.” You playfully say, taking the situation less seriously as Heeseung is.
You watched as his gaze fell to the floor. Were you wrong to bring up his reputation?
Heeseung scratched his head before meeting your eyes, “It’s just rumors and they will go away soon,” he spoke matter-of-factly.
“I’ll see you tonight at the bonfire?”
You scoff and shake your head. “I probably won’t go anymore because of what people are saying.”
He notices hurt evident on your face, but he smiles anyway. “If the rumors aren’t true then don’t let it bother you,” he takes a step closer and you start to feel your heart pound. “I’ll try to find out who started it, but I better see you tonight.”
At that he leaves, and there it was, the feeling of butterflies floating around in your stomach. His assurance makes you feel better.
It was impossible to hide how widely you smiled and how heated your cheeks felt. He was just being a kind and caring friend, yet it was impossible not to fall for him.
Bonfires were held by the school to celebrate the wins of the basketball team. You always had a great time hanging out with your friends, meeting new people, and supporting the team. Though, it also wasn’t fun to always watch the team captain stick his tongue down someone’s throat and completely disappearing before the night ended.
You decided to attend the one held tonight, although things would be different. There will be people who are constantly going to talk about you or maybe even say things directly to your face.
On the way to the bonfire, you thought about the last words Heeseung said to you at school before he left your locker. These stupid remarks that people are saying will eventually go away. But you still had no idea who would start these rumors.
You thought that you hid your feelings pretty well by not telling anyone, not even your closest friends. Maybe you were just too obvious.
“What if someone humiliates me tonight?” You walked down the beach with Hana, having a churned feeling in your gut.
“We’re not gonna let that happen,” Hana softly says while wrapping a blanket around you. “The boys will literally kick someone’s ass, you know how protective they are of you.”
You thank Hana for helping you ease up. You let go of your uneasy thoughts, Heeseung is expecting to see you which matters right now.
“You guys made it,” Jake got up from his seat to hug you and Hana. You look around and take in your surroundings. There were more people than you expected. Sunghoon and Jay were sitting down around the campfire along with a few students from school that you recognized.
Noticing that Heeseung wasn’t here, you press your lips in a small frown, already thinking about the worst of where he may be.
“Where’s Heeseung? Did he already leave with someone tonight?” You ask Jake in a playful manner, preparing your disappointment if he already had disappeared with someone else.
“No,” Jake laughed, “The basketball team snuck in booze so he’s helping with that. He’ll be back.”
You nod and try to hide the evident sigh of relief that was let out. “Forget that I asked,” you laughed before going around the campfire to greet Sunghoon and Jay.
“Are you okay?” Jay asked. “I’m fine, I’m just gonna hang for now and probably get a drink later,” you said, taking a seat in an empty space. You recognize the person sitting to the left of you, he was definitely a player of the basketball team.
“Hey, aren’t you suppose to help-“
“Have you fucked the captain yet?”
You heard the boy say as his lips turn into a sneer, and you started to chuckle nervously, the question catching you off-guard but it was expected right? You and your obsession with Heeseung was the talk of the town this week.
“Are you seriously asking me that?” You groaned out. Before the boy could answer, he was lightly smacked in the head. “Hey, leave her alone,” announced a familiar voice from behind you.
It was Heeseung with an agitated look on his face, and you couldn’t help but feel your lips slightly upturn into a grin. You watched as Heeseung took a seat, separating you and his teammate.
The action made your heart warm.
“When did you get here?” The irritated look on his face changed as he smiled fondly.
“I just got here with Hana.”
Heeseung nods before initiating small tension of silence. You notice him carefully bringing his stare to you. It was as if he using his eyes to trace every detail on your face and this freaked you out.
“Is there something on my face?” You questioned anxiously, hoping that you didn’t actually have anything on your face because it would be embarrassing, especially in front of your crush that you’re trying to impress.
Heeseung shook his head and chuckled. “No, I’m just glad you’re here,” he softly said.
A shit eating grin appeared from his response and you were flustered, your face possibly super red.
“Am I missing something?” You giggled, in disbelief of the words coming out of his mouth.
You were happy to know that he’s glad to see you, you actually wanted to scream, but you were also a bit confused on why he suddenly felt this way.
He was a fuckboy and this was probably his way of taking his girls to bed, not that you minded because this is what you want — a chance to be his for one night, but something felt off.
“All of a sudden you’re happy to be around me,” you lightly shrugged while taking a moment to get lost in his wide eyes, “What’s going on?”
His throat bobbled before he forced out a laugh, “Nothing’s going on. I just wanna make sure you’re doing okay after what people are saying.”
You didn’t know why, but you had a hard time believing him. You had a feeling that he wasn’t telling the truth. “Thank you-“
“We’re gonna play truth or drink.”
You drew your attention away from Heeseung when Hana was in front of you.
“I’ll pass,” you tell her.
Hana crosses her arms and pouts, “Just play for one round then you can go back to- whatever,” she turned her gaze to Heeseung who was awfully sitting closer than you remember. Hana notices the close proximity but doesn’t comment on it, instead, she’s waiting for you to answer.
“Why are we playing truth or drink?”
Hana grins, “The boys suggested it because they’re bored and the booze hasn’t kicked in yet.”
“Fine, but just one round,” you warn.
Hana happily takes a seat next to you with Heeseung still on your left. You watch your friends and a few familiar people around the campfire get comfortable before the game starts.
“Heeseung,” Sunghoon managed to get everyone’s attention, “Can I ask you first?”
You turn to face Heeseung who swallowed as he sat up to unintentionally fix his posture. “Sure,” he said without hesitation.
“Alright, let me think,” Sunghoon muttered.
“When was the last time you slept with someone?” There was a hint of tease in his voice.
Heeseung eyes got a bit wider while the question caused the others to ‘ooh’ like children. You, however, felt your stomach twist. You were curious, but also didn’t need a reminder that the guy you have feelings for is sleeping around with most of the girls at school but you.
You feel your brows furrow when Heeseung locked eyes with you for a moment before he finally spoke out his answer. “A month ago.”
You tried to give out a quiet laugh, but Heeseung heard and quizzically tilted his head at your reaction. “You’re lying,” you murmured.
Heeseung peered intently at you, he was taken aback. “It’s the truth,” he cleared his throat.
You almost feel bad, but you skeptically stared at him, “I have a hard time believing that.”
His expression turned into a more serious one, and you suddenly felt a sense of nervousness wash over you. Have you struck a nerve?
“I’m sorry,” you said as he went silent, “It’s just hard to believe that the biggest fuckboy at school would go a month without sex.”
You and the others who heard everything shared a look as Heeseung snickered. You turned to face him and this time he was closer. There was an uncomfortable closeness. He was intimidating, and you felt your breath hitch, regretting the words that came out of your mouth.
“How many times are you gonna mention me being a ‘fuckboy’ and the girls in my bed?” The change of tone in his voice was almost scary.
“I shouldn’t have said that,” You shake your head and try to apologize. You acted out of jealously and bitterness. “Heeseung-“
“I answered. Who’s turn is it?” he interjected while looking around to continue the game. Thankfully, no one made a single comment to what was heard. Jake proceeded with the game by asking the girl next to him a question.
You cursed under your breath knowing that it was wrong to not believe Heeseung’s answer and to bring up his reputation about his sex life. Not wanting things to be weird, you attempt to apologize again but was met with hard silence.
After a moment of listening to your friends play the game that you forgot was occurring, Heeseung finally looks back at you and there was something in his gaze you had never seen.
“Are you jealous because you want to fuck me?” He mutters lowly for only you to hear.
You freeze completely.
The intensity in his stare and the sensual tone in his voice made you feel something that you have never felt before when he spoke to you.
“T-that’s not true,” you stuttered, trying to ignore how hot your ears and cheeks felt.
You felt as if you were caught and the truth of yours was finally going to come out. You weren’t ready to tell Heeseung about your feelings, you weren’t even sure if you’re going to confess.
“I know,” Heeseung softly lets out with a quick change of expression. He grins, noticing your flushed face. “I’m sorry, it was just a joke. I just like seeing you flustered,” he admits.
You playfully push his shoulder just as you did when he was at your locker earlier today. You let out a huge sigh of content that he wasn’t super pissed about the comments you made. But why was he always playing around with you?
“Y/N, your turn.” Someone from your class blurted out which caused your head to shoot up.
“What’s your question?” You uttered.
Your classmate took a pause to think of a suitable question to ask. “Are you currently seeing or dating anyone?” They finally spoke.
“I am not,” you said easily.
“That’s good to know,” a voice said and you swore it came from the left of you, but you weren’t certain. Suddenly, you notice everyone looking at the boy next to Heeseung, the one who spoke to you earlier, with faces of terror.
“What did you say?” You asked the basketball player with a slight anxious tone to your voice.
Along with everyone around the campfire, Heeseung had his eyes glued to his teammate.
“I said that it’s good to know you’re single,” He said with an exasperated voice.
The comment made you feel a bit irked, but your focus was on everyone whispering and some even laughing before they quickly moved on.
“She’s lying,” you heard another sudden voice blurt out. This time, the voice sounded clear and close. “She’s taken by me,” Heeseung declared, not sparing you a glance.
“What?” You exclaimed, feeling your heart beat rapidly to the point that you didn’t notice Hana trying to speak to you. “Heeseung, stop,” you urged, knowing that he was playing around again.
Heeseung ignored you and instead, nodded his head, “We’ve been dating for awhile now.”
“Stop fucking around again, it’s not funny,” You pleaded while grabbing onto his arm to get his attention. He finally met your eye contact but kept going with his act by appearing to be upset.
“Baby, come on.” He whined out, practically begging with his big doe eyes.
You would usually feel the butterflies in your stomach, but this was different. You started to wonder why he treated everything as a joke. And it wasn’t his fault that he wasn’t aware of your feelings, but he was really torturing you.
“Is that why you made up those rumors?”
Heeseung glanced over your head as your eyes widened at the sudden statement. You turned around and surprise crossed Jake’s face.
“You made things up to soft launch your relationship?” Jake continued, directly speaking to Heeseung.
You take a second to process Jake’s words and the look Heeseung gave him. All you can do is inquisitively raise your brow at Heeseung, while trying to get rid of the huge lump in your throat.
“What is he saying?” You softly asked, trying to ignore the heavily feeling in your chest. Heeseung opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it.
“You made up those rumors?” You raised your voice, trying to get an answer out of him, but there was nothing so you get up from your seat and stand before him.
“Do you know how many people at school have humiliated me?” You choked out as the realization hits you. You were betrayed by your own friend who happened to be the one guy that you have intense feelings for. “Why did you do it?”
“Y/N, I’m sorry,” Heeseung stands and attempts to hold your arm but you quickly pull away.
You shook your head fervently, “That’s all you have to say? Why are you doing this to me?”
Lee Heeseung always gave you a sense of what heartbreak felt like. The way most girls had a taste of him and how he betrayed you.
Was it wrong to not believe that he was hurting you? Maybe you were obsessed with him.
“I’ll bring you home,” Hana reaches out for your hand and leads the way to the car, both of you leaving the bonfire after saying quick goodbyes to your confused friends. You felt humiliated enough and just wanted to go home.
You hear Heeseung practically chasing after you, “Wait,” he pleads, voice cracking lowly.
“Why did you do it?” You let out, blinking back incoming tears because you weren’t going to cry.
“You’re always fucking around with me and I didn’t do shit to you,” the pain in your voice was so evident that Heeseung shook his head, an array of emotions flurrying across his face.
“I didn’t mean to humiliate you,” he gently said.
As much as it hurts, you said nothing and got inside the car, leaving Heeseung feeling like complete shit. You repeatedly asked the same question, yet it was always dodged. To you, it wasn’t worth to fight for an answer anymore.
On the way home you confessed to Hana about your crush. She wasn’t all that surprised because yeah, you were just too obvious about it.
Now you were in bed, trying to forget all that is Lee Heeseung, but it was too damn hard. Your stupid crush as you call it, felt more than a simple crush. That invisible pull he had on you was too strong and it seemed impossible to move on.
You wonder if he were ever going to apologize, were you going to forgive him quickly?
The thought of moving on continued until you felt your eyes closed and drifted to sleep. But suddenly, you heard a few taps on the window which caused your eyes to snap open.
Surprised and super tense, you ran to your window and hesitatingly open your blinds to reveal Heeseung standing outside on your balcony. He had that same look on his face when didn’t spare him a chance to speak before getting inside the car. You open your window to let him in, praying that you weren't loud enough to wake your parents up who were asleep down the hall.
“You scared me,” you whispered, watching him enter your room through the window with ease. You quickly cross your arms, feeling a bit exposed in just silk pajama pants and a tank top.
“What are you doing here?” You panic as he scans your room. “My parents are sleeping and-“
“I’m sorry I made up those rumors,” he interrupts, face dropping in hurt as he stands before you. You narrowed your eyes at him, realizing how close he was standing. It was difficult to keep your heart steady, you didn’t even have time to process that Lee Heeseung was in your room.
“Why did you do it?” You ask the same question once more, hoping he answers this time.
“I did it because I wanted your attention,” his throat bobbles. “It’s actually really fucking stupid,” Heeseung sighs hard as you attentively listen, not fully understanding his words.
“I like you a lot and I thought that these rumors would bring us closer together,” he confesses. “It’s so stupid, I don’t know why I thought that.”
Your breath hitches as your arms drop. This new information is hitting you with surprise, causing you to take a tentative step forward, “You like me?” You couldn’t believe him.
Heeseung nods, “I’ve liked you for a while,” he huffs and glances away. “I started sleeping around to distract myself from you, and I tried getting rid of my feelings because I knew you wouldn’t like me back,” a laugh was let out.
Your mouth falls open, but you were speechless. The boy you’re practically in love with is reciprocating his feelings and he left you momentarily stunned as if a sudden jolt of electricity had coursed through your veins.
“Heeseung,” you shake your head, having a difficult time comprehending what you’ve heard.
“Wait,” he brings both hands to each of your bare shoulders. “It’s true that I’ve stopped seeing other girls. Whenever I was with them I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he pauses and grins for a moment, “So I had to stop.”
“You sound insane right now,” you let out without thought and he sighed with a nod, “And you made me look like a fool and an obsessive freak.”
He nodded again while removing his hands, “I know and I’m really sorry for doing that to you. And I’m sorry for what I pulled at the bonfire, it was wrong to lie like that in front of everyone.”
You crossed your arms, “The rumors you said-“
“What I said about you was fucked up.”
A frown fell upon him as you stare into his eyes. You knew he was genuine with his words — he wouldn’t have snuck into your room and risk getting you both caught if he wasn’t.
You slowly step forward, cupping his face with a hand and taking the chance to finally close the gap between you two, capturing his lips in a kiss. You heard him let out a gasp when he felt your lips on his. Heeseung easily melts into you while returning your kiss, and you can’t help but smile, finally kissing him after wanting him for so long.
You were the first one to pull away when air became necessary, “What you said was all true.”
He furrowed his brows, unable to find words to say anything. The redness of his ears makes you giggle, it was cute to see how shy he was.
“I like you too and I thought about being with you,” you interlock your hand with his, never leaving his gaze. “I thought about it a lot actually,” you remove the hair in your face, “Whenever I heard that you were with someone else.”
Heeseung tried to gather the courage to speak. According to his words, he’d never thought that you would feel the same way. To express what he was feeling inside, he brought his lips to yours for a quick kiss before pulling away.
“What fantasies do you have of me?”
The question causes you to hide your face in embarrassment, but Heeseung quickly removes your hands, regretting his pestering remark.
“I’m truly sorry, I’ll make sure people at school will stop talking about you. I did something very shitty and you don’t deserve it,” he admits.
“I forgive you,” you bury your face in Heeseung’s shoulder, “Only because I’m an obsessed freak.” You joke hastily causing him to chuckle fondly.
After a moment of being in each other’s embrace, you stare into his vulnerable eyes, allowing yourself to act on your feelings. “I want to be yours. I always have,” you beamed.
Heeseung understands quickly, because he also has always wanted to be yours. His eyes fluttered closed as he pressed his lips against yours softly.
He kissed you gently and slow, until he’s suddenly attacking your lips, and you feel both of his large hands cupping your small face. He licks your bottom lip for permission to shove his tongue inside your mouth and you accept, both of you fighting for dominance. It was like a reflex with the way you grabbed onto his hair.
You felt his hand slip under your tank top and he grabs your breast, kneading it gently. A loud exhale leaves your mouth, his touch igniting you.
Heeseung quickly broke away from you and nuzzled your temple before taking a deep breath then sighing, “We don’t have to go all the way.”
“Lee Heeseung turning down sex?” You tease him and he laughs before kissing you once more.
“I didn’t come here expecting something to happen. You’re special to me.”
His declaration makes your hurt flutter and creates an uncomfortable feeling between your legs. “I want you,” you tell him.
Heeseung freezes.
“Have you done it before?” He takes your hand.
You hesitate before shaking your head, “I’ve did other things before, but I’ve never gone all the way with someone.”
Your response makes him pause.
“Then it shouldn’t be with me,” he says before withdrawing his touch and taking a step back.
You grab his arm, refusing him to walk away, “Hey, I want it to be with you. I don’t care about how many other girls you’ve had, that’s not important,” you tell him. “Heeseung, please.”
It felt like a long time waiting for him to say something. Finally, he speaks up, “If we do this then I want you to tell me to stop when you want me to,” his voice is uncharacteristically quiet.
“Okay,” You nod your head accordingly.
“But we can’t be too loud, your parents are down the hall,” he amusingly smiles.
You nod your head one more time as he searches for any last signs of you wanting to back out. His hot breath fanned on your face as you pull him closer by his shirt.
He leans further down to press a trail of kisses against your jaw as you take a deep breath before tugging at the end of his shirt while his hand slides under yours, cupping your breast firmly this time. Heeseung removes his shirt, revealing his exposed chest as you take off yours.
You watch him take a step back to admire you, which leaves your face flushed with heat.
“You’re perfect,” he says, and all you could do is smile because you notice the tent in his pants.
Heeseung wraps his arms around your waist and shoves his tongue back inside your mouth. You rub your thighs together feeling yourself getting soaked, you wanted to feel him already.
When you wrap your arms around his shoulders, you can’t help the way your body reacts to him as you attempt to rub yourself against him.
Heeseung notices this and instead of letting you continue, he slides a hand inside your pants and between your legs to spread your slick while also pressing the heel of his palm on your clit.
“That feels good,” you groan out, still attempting to press against him. When you succeed, a small grunt leaves his lips. “Does it?” He says coyly while curling his long fingers inside you.
You don’t answer him and it’s because he’s hitting your sweet spot, making you unable to speak. He fastens his pace and you feel your orgasm approaching, “H-Heeseung, I’m so close,”
He relentlessly rubs circles around your clit, reveling in the pretty noises coming out of your mouth. You feel your thighs shaking as you continue grinding against him, and it was becoming too much until you let out your release, holding onto his biceps to steady yourself.
After retracting his fingers and wiping them clean on his pants, Heeseung easily picks you up from off the ground and props you on your bed. He grabs the band of your pants to pull them down before quickly slipping off your panties. You impatiently lay there, waiting for him to undress.
He starts to strip off his pants by unbuttoning the buttons, his boxers followed by it. The sight of his cock leaking with precum caused your eyes to widen. He was pretty, prettier from what you’ve seen before, and you can’t help but feel nervous as to how he was going to fit inside you.
But you trust him and give him a nod to continue because you want this so bad. Heeseung started to stroke himself, and with the copious amount of precum, he was able to glide up and down with ease. The view of Lee Heeseung looking gorgeous on your bed while naked leaves you breathless.
“Shit,” he lets out a panic grunt.
You sit up and notice the worried look on his face, “What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry baby, I-I don’t have a condom,” he mutters, and by the tone in his voice, you could tell that he was freaking out. “I have one in the car, I could run to get it really quick.”
You think about it for a second before shaking your head. Although a condom would be the safest choice, you don’t want him to get dressed just to undress again. Your parents were still in the house, and you were afraid that he’d get caught sneaking back inside.
You also wanted him now, you weren’t sure if you could wait much longer. “You can just pull out,” you suggest and he immediately refuses.
“It’s okay, I trust you.”
“Are you sure? I don’t have a problem getting it.”
You reach for his hand and give it a tight squeeze before nodding, “Yes, I’m sure.”
“Unless you aren’t?” You continue.
Heeseung shakes his head, “No, I’m sure. I want you too, very badly, but I want you to feel safe.”
You lay back down while pulling Heeseung until he’s hovered over you. “I trust you, Hee. It’s fine.”
Heeseung merely tilts his head and lets his smile deepen as he removes the hair in your face to see you clearly. He kisses the side of your mouth then your lips before taking his throbbing length to slowly slide inside you.
With his precum and your dripping core, he is able to slide in easily, but he deliberately takes a slow amount of time, not wanting to hurt you. Your hands desperately grabbed at his bare shoulders, digging your nails in as he slides in deeper. You feel full when he’s only halfway in, and as much as you wanted to him to bottom you out and fuck you relentlessly, it did hurt a bit.
“I’m sorry,” he halts and completely slips out, feeling you slightly shift and noticing the uncomfortable look on your face.
“No,” you grab him by the arm, “Don’t stop.”
Heeseung obliges, lining his cock up with your entrance and gently easing the tip inside. He inched inside deeper and your walls squeezed when inviting him in. Heeseung fully inserted himself into you, causing you to cling onto him and let out a loud whine. He allowed you to adjust as he stretched you out and the feeling felt better than just fingers, you were already addicted.
He grabbed your thighs and grinded himself upwards, placing his dick so deep inside you. Heeseung grit his teeth attempting to hold back his sounds before planting a weak kiss on your lips, never feeling like this with anyone else.
“Does it feel good?” He whimpers, gradually increasing his pace when thrusting inside you.
All he got as a response was moan and he chuckled, finding it cute. You were enthralled, feeling his movements become faster, more ragged and desperate. “It feels- so good.”
Heeseung was watching you with lustful eyes as you took his cock in ecstasy. Your lips met, exchanging warm breaths and loud moans into each other’s mouths as it echoed inside your room. “You feel good, perfectly made for me.”
“I’m glad it’s with you,” You accidentally let out, trying to contain your moan. After hearing your words, he groaned and firmed your hips closer. You feel him increasing his pace, hitting your spot as he slid in and out of you, almost tipping you over the edge. “Heeseung-“ You began.
He lets out a soft grunt before slyly sneaking a hand down to graze your clit. You squeeze your eyes shut and clench hard, his words and warm touch helping you to approach your release.
“Hee, I’m close,” you cry out. He continues thrusting sensually, causing loud sounds to leave both of your mouths at the sensation.
Simultaneously, you both cover each other’s mouths restricting the loud noises so that you wouldn’t wake your parents up. And you release just like that, moaning into Heeseung’s hand.
“Fuck,” he exhaled, “You’re perfect.”
You were dizzy and disoriented, barely making out the words that left his lips as he slows down his rhythm, still fast enough to chase his own release. “I’m gonna cum,” he whined, his fingers gripping your hips almost painfully.
His touch felt amazing and you were vaguely aware of Heeseung pulling out just in time. You groaned, watching as he gasped himself in his fist, pumping himself over your stomach as he painted you with his seed.
His weight gently pushed you flat against the mattress, his puddle of cum sticking on the both of you as you both shook from the intensity of your orgasms. Heeseung pressed small kisses to your shoulders before getting up from your bed and picking up his shirt to clean you.
“Are you okay?” Heeseung asked before rolling to lay next to you. “Does it hurt?”
You shook your head, “It was perfect,” you then plant a small kiss on his lips while removing a piece of his hair that stuck to his forehead.
“You were very sweet with me.”
“I told you that you’re special to me,” he replies, pressing his lips against your forehead.
The corners of your mouth upturned into a huge smile, the butterflies in your stomach were floating around as if they didn’t leave. But in a matter of a quick second, your body language changes into a more stern and stiff manner.
“What’s wrong?” His voice trembled in concern.
A sudden feeling of insecurity hit. Heeseung knew how to make you feel good, it wasn’t like anything you’ve ever felt before and a reason might be because he is experienced, but you wonder if you were able to satisfy him — to make him feel good.
“You were so perfect, I don’t know if you could say the same,” you drop your head in defeat. “I’m sorry if it didn’t feel good to you-“
“Baby, stop talking,” he urges.
“You said that you don’t care about how many girls I’ve been with,” he reiterates. “I don’t care if you’re experienced or not, it was perfect because it was with you. I want to be with you.”
You could feel your voice caught in your throat. The look in his eyes as he declared his words made your heart pound hard in your chest. It feels unreal to finally win over your crush of how many long tumultuous years. After everything, you wonder how lucky you got with him.
And Heeseung was thinking the same thing. He felt lucky to be with you after all of his fuck ups, he was obsessed with you too.
“You’re with me,” you tell him.
“Okay then,” he looks satisfied, “You’re my girl.”
So. This is my own take on Steddie meet cute at the Grammys (gets a little thirsty in the middle for a second so warning I guess??)
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The buzzing in his veins feel too much to contain in Eddie’s body, his cheeks ache from grinning too hard. He grabs Jeff by the shoulders to shake him and Jeff takes it without complain, too busy floating in his own cloud nine to do anything about it. All four of them are.
They’re being carted off from one interview to another, it’s all hazy in his mind, all he can think of is that they won a fucking Grammy.
“We’re here backstage with Corroded Coffin with their first ever Grammy from the best rock performance category,” the interviewer is saying, then he turns to face the band, and shit. Eddie has to sling an arm over Gareth to keep himself upright. “So how are you guys feeling right now?”
“It feels very validating to get the recognition for all our hard work—” and everything else Jeff says barely registers. Eddie is staring, he’s distantly aware of it. But he should hardly be blamed. The man before him is dressed in a deep caramel suit, jacket cinching around a trim waist and bubble gum pink lips stretched in a smile as he diligently listens to what his band has to say.
“— and Eddie, he’s really put his heart and soul in this song in particular,” the mention of his name unceremoniously drags him back to the land of the living where his bandmates know him too well and are actively trying to sabotage him before the sexy interviewer. Gareth is innocently blinking up at Eddie with his I’ve-never-done-anything-wrong-in-my-life eyes, urging him to speak.
“Um,” Um? Seriously? “Mob Mentality is an especially significant song to me personally—” Eddie’s given this spiel a hundred times, not that any word of it is untrue, but the practiced response lets him zone out just the right amount to fully drown himself in the shade of hazel of the interviewer’s eyes, imagine them looking up at Eddie from between his thighs, full of tears— goddamnfuckstopit.
The man must notice, because there’s a gorgeous smattering of pink dusting his cheeks Eddie could swear wasn’t there before.
After, Eddie is pretty much bodily dragged away from there, legs refusing to carry him away. He twists even as he’s walking, desperate to keep the man within his sights for even just a second longer. To keep him looking at Eddie, which by some miracle, he still is. And like an idiot Eddie waves, wiggling his fingers at him.
The man raises his own hand in return, and then he’s turning away, leaving Eddie to mourn the loss of his attention. But then he hears it— Steve. The camera guy calls him Steve. Sexy interviewer’s name is Steve. That in itself would be enough to sustain Eddie’s daydreams for some time.
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Predictably, its all over social media the very next day. Or more accurately there’s one particular clip circling the net like there’s no tomorrow.
Eddie Munson simping for hot guy at the Grammys.
The comments were the worst (best) part. Eddie hasn’t dated since coming out to the public. And the fact that most of the comments people have about him openly showing interest in another man is just nonchalance or excitement makes him feel much better about it.
Eddie’s heart skips as he sees the face from last night in the clip, looking even more gorgeous than in his dreams if it were even possible. And then there is also Eddie in those clips, practically undressing him with his eyes, right there in public. He looks like he wants to open him up and lick him like melted chocolate in a wrapper.
Eddie was so screwed.
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user 80085: that man is stronger than me because I don’t think I’d survive Eddie Munson looking at me like that
CorrodedFC: Eddie Munson Rendered momentarily speechless? by an interviewer?? More likely that you think
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Summary: Bradley keeps making up little excuses to see you every day, not wanting his winning streak to end just yet. And when Everett is the one benefitting from these plans, it just makes you want your boyfriend even more. But when Frank embarrasses you in front of Bradley, you feel like the winning streak is coming to an end.
Warnings: Smut, fluff, angst and swearing
Length: 3600 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader
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The fact that you didn't have to wait even an entire day to see Bradley after he slept over made you feel so good. But the amount of work you managed to get through was laughable, even for a Monday, because you couldn't stop thinking about him. When you picked Everett up from school and drove to the ballfield, both of you were buzzing with excitement.
"Coach Bradley makes good pancakes," Everett said. "Not to be rude, but they are better than the ones you make."
You took a deep breath and glanced at him in the rearview mirror as you pulled into the parking lot. "Ev, are you sure you're okay with Bradley spending more time with us? Like maybe being at our house for dinners and breakfasts?"
"Yeah! He's going to help me with baseball stuff and math homework."
He was going to stick around. You made him work for his apology, because you were scared, but he was sincere. It struck you that Bradley was already so much more dependable and loving than Danny had ever been, and that made your heart ache for Everett. Maybe you should reconsider your current arrangement with your ex.
Bradley was jogging up to meet you as you parked next to his Bronco, and he was opening your door and leaning in to kiss you before you turned the engine off.
"I missed you, Kitten," he whispered before his lips met yours, and he ran his fingers along the chain of your necklace. You looked up at him and smiled as Everett scrambled out of the backseat, and soon he was standing beside Bradley, right next to your door.
"Did you have a good day at school?" Bradley asked him, turning Everett's hat backwards so they matched.
"It was kind of dumb compared to the Phillies game."
Bradley nodded very seriously at him. "Most things are."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
You laughed. They were like twins in their interests and love of baseball. "Let's go get your cleats on, Ev." But to your surprise, Bradley did up Everett's shoes on the bleachers, then sent him over to Bob, and then kissed you. Right in front of everyone. A long, lingering kiss, after which he whispered in your ear how much he loved having a sleepover with you.
And then he was gone, and the matching scowls on the faces of Sandra and Tara had you giddy.
"Holy hell," Molly gasped, walking up behind you. "When I didn't hear from you last night, I figured that was a good thing."
You hugged your sister and kissed her cheek and whispered. "I have a boyfriend." She smiled at you and took your hand. Then you sat together and watched both of the coaches while you cheered for Everett.
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When Bradley walked you and Everett to your car, he caught sight of Molly and Bob making out in the parking lot. He figured another family pizza night would be in his future. And he wanted nothing more than to be making out with you, but there would be time for that later.
"Thanks for packing me a lunch today," he whispered, pushing you up against your car door after Everett was buckled in. He pictured the brown paper bag with Coach written on one side with a bunch of hearts.
"Oh, did you like that?"
"All the guys were so jealous," he said with a smirk, pinning your hips in place with his big hands. "They had to eat cafeteria food, and nobody drew hearts for them."
Your laughter as he kissed your neck made him smile. "I'll pack you a lunch whenever you sleep over."
"You're never gonna get rid of me," he whispered, sucking on the spot just below your ear. The idea of not seeing you and Everett tomorrow had him inviting you to visit him on base right away. "If you want to bring Everett to North Island after you pick him up from school tomorrow, I'd love to show you guys off."
You laughed as you opened your car door. "Don't you mean show off your jet?"
"No. Show you off."
You ran your hand along his abs, caressing him through his sweaty shirt. Bradley kissed you one more time as you climbed in.
"So you'll come?" he asked, leaning down as you buckled your seatbelt.
You smirked and turned toward Everett. "Bradley invited us to visit the Naval base tomorrow after school. Wanna go?"
His eyes went wide as he bounced in his seat. "Yes! I've wanted to go since Career Day! All my friends think I'm the coolest because I invited the best adult!"
Bradley laughed and said, "I'll see you both tomorrow."
When he arrived on base on Tuesday and told everyone that you and Everett were going to visit that afternoon, Nat started freaking out.
"What does this mean, Rooster?" she asked, looking at him with hopeful eyes.
"It means Hangman managed to help my unfuck everything up after he fucked it up."
Jake smirked. "I am sorry. But you shouldn't let me around your cute girlfriend. That goes for you too, Bob."
"So you're both officially dating the sisters?" Nat asked with a grin.
"Yes," Bradley and Bob said in unison, and Bradley noticed how flushed Bob's cheeks were.
Jake snorted. "Sounds like a porno. Are you two gonna switch hit?" he asked, and Nat elbowed him so hard in the ribs, Bradley thought he heard something snap.
"What?" Bob asked innocently. "What does that mean?"
"It means Jake is a pig and he's about to shut the fuck up for the rest of the day," Nat said loudly while Bradley shook his head.
"Seriously, can you keep your mouth shut in front of her this time? And her son? The last thing I need is you teaching him something filthy."
Jake winced and rubbed his side while he drawled, "You don't want me rubbing off on your stepson?"
Eight weeks ago, the idea of anything even close to a stepson in Bradley's life would have been laughable. But now, the thought didn't bother him at all. He was actually warming up to it more and more.
"No. I do not. Keep your mouth shut."
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The security protocols to get onto the base at Top Gun were extensive. You had to wait while someone with a dog searched your car, and someone else checked underneath it with mirrors. Everett practically vibrated in his booster seat when he saw the security dog, but you told him over and over again that he wasn't allowed to touch a working dog.
But when you finally pulled into the visitor's parking area, Bradley was standing on the curb with Bob, waiting for you. And they were both wearing their flight suits. You were staring, you knew you were, but the way that thing fit Bradley was a real treat. And when he opened your door for you and pulled you right into his arms, you kissed him immediately.
"Hi, Kitten," he whispered, his voice as deep as it was when he was tangled up in bed with you, and you forgot for a second why you were here. "Ready for a quick tour?"
"Yeah," you told him, while you followed Bob and Everett inside to a hangar filled with jets and equipment. You listened to Bradley and Bob explain what everything was, and you watched Bob help Everett climb up into one of the cockpits.
"Okay, okay!" Everett called out as you took his picture. "This is as cool as the Phillies game!" Obviously this was just going to add fuel to his fire; Everett already thought Bradley was the coolest adult in existence, but now you'd never hear the end of it.
"If you think that's fun," Bradley told him, scooping Everett up for a piggy back ride, "just wait until you get to sit in my Super Hornet."
"Does it have your name on the side?" he asked in awe.
"We looked up some information online," you told Bradley and Bob. "And now he's a little obsessed with how they paint the pilot's and weapon systems officer's name and call sign on the side."
And then you stopped talking, because as soon as you exited out the far side of the hangar, you were confronted by a row of absolutely massive jets all lined up in a precise row.
"Whoa!" Everett shouted from his perch on Bradley's back. "That one's yours!"
You looked where Everett was pointing and saw the jet with LT BRADLEY BRADSHAW "ROOSTER" emblazoned on the side. And Bradley's friend Nat was sitting in the cockpit waving down at everyone. You watched your son wave to her with a smile on his face.
"Hi, Everett!" she called down. "Check it out! We gave you your own call sign!"
You and Everett watched as she unrolled a huge sheet of paper with Everett's name followed by "GRAND SLAM" written on it, and let it cover Bradley's name.
"Oh my goodness!" you gasped, smiling while Everett cheered.
"I have a call sign!"
"Do you like it?" Bob asked. "You hit the ball so hard at practice, we thought it was fitting."
"It's so cool," Everett told him, still wide eyed as Bradley carried him over to the jet. You stood next to Bob and watched Bradley help Everett climb up the ladder, and then Nat helped him into the cockpit with her.
"I've never seen him this happy before," you said, shaking your head and taking another picture.
Bob laughed and adjusted his glasses. "I've never seen Bradley this happy before."
Your smile grew as you listened to Bradley and Nat explain all of the controls. "Well, I've never seen Molly as happy as she is now."
The endearing touch of pink that tinted Bob's cheeks had you positively certain that your sister had this man wrapped around her fingers. "Molly is..." He swallowed hard. "Well... your sister..." he started. "Yeah. I'm happy, too."
"If everyone is happy, we should try to keep it that way," you told him, and that's when you noticed Jake strolling over.
He nodded at you while Bob shot him a warning look. "You better be nice to Team Mom," he warned.
But Jake just held up his hands as you turned away from him to glance up at Bradley, Nat and Everett. "I want to apologize," Jake drawled, and you looked at him with a smirk. "I spoke out of turn last time I saw you, and I'm sorry. Clearly that man is into moms," he said, jerking his thumb in Bradley's direction.
You snorted. "Apology accepted."
Bradley eventually helped Everett down the ladder with the promise of visiting the popcorn machine in the lounge. When you grabbed Bradley's hand and pulled him closer, you whispered, "I wouldn't be upset if you wanted to stop by my place for a bit after Ev is in bed later."
The look on Bradley's face let you know that he knew exactly what you had in mind.
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Bradley had been in your house for about thirty seconds when you worked the zipper down the front of his flight suit and sunk to the floor in front of him.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned, shrugging out of the sleeves as you pulled his cock out of his underwear and wrapped your lips around him. You were still all made up from work and the visit to base, but you'd changed into sweatpants and a sports bra. Bradley reached down to rub your peaked nipples through the thin fabric while your red lips gilded expertly over his length. "Jesus, Kitten."
You just hummed and looked up at him as your tongue swirled in a delicious circle that had him taking a deep breath. You bobbed your mouth along, your eyes locked on his, watching him come undone for you. Hands on his thighs, you occasionally teased his balls with your fingernails. And when he got a little rough with his hands at the back of your head, you just moaned around him, letting him hit the back of your throat.
But Bradley almost passed out when he growled, "I'm so close." Because you popped him out of your mouth and pumped your hand along his length while you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out for him. The sight of his cum painting your lips, tongue and cheeks white had him thrusting into your hand. A sound halfway between a laugh and a surprised gasp escaped his lips as you looked up at him, a drop of his cum falling from your lip onto your tongue.
And then you were sucking on the tip of his softening dick like a lollipop, and Bradley's eyes drifted closed. "It's not my birthday. I didn't get promoted. Today was just a Tuesday, but that felt like an extra special treat."
"How do you know every blowjob I give you won't be just like that one?" you asked with a smile as Bradley swiped his cum from your cheek with two fingers.
You sucked them into your mouth while he moaned. "Kitten."
Once you had licked up every last drop, Bradley pulled you to your feet and kissed you. "It was kind of an extra special treat," you told him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "For today. And the Phillies game, too. Every time you're sincerely sweet to Everett, it makes me insanely horny for you, Bradley."
"I love that kid," he replied as he nipped along your lips. "And I love you, too."
Bradley wanted to sleep over, but it was late, and Wednesday was his early morning. But he followed you up to your bathroom, and watched you take off your makeup and brush your teeth. And then he tucked you in bed with a kiss to your forehead. "I will sleep over a different night," he promised, and then he paused in your doorway as you looked at him, all snuggled in your plush bedding. "Okay if I go check on Ev?"
"Yes," you whispered, looking at him like you were ready to climb out of bed and suck him off again. Bradley could get used to this. Surprise blowjobs and packed lunches and baseball in the park. You and Ev.
When he quietly walked down the hallway and peeked inside Everett's bedroom, he watched his small, strong body rise and fall with each breath. He glanced around and then smiled when he saw that you or Everett hand hung up the banner with Everett's call sign. It was just a big roll of paper. If Everett really liked having an honorary call sign, Bradley would get him something that said Grand Slam on it for him.
Before Bradley left, he walked back into your bedroom where you were nearly asleep. He kissed you while you smiled against his lips. "Good night," he whispered but you grabbed his hand when he turned to leave.
"I left something on the kitchen counter for you. It's in an envelope."
"What is it?" he asked.
You held his eye contact for a beat before you said, "A house key."
Bradley's heart skipped a beat, and when he finally managed to make his way downstairs, he grabbed the envelope that said Coach in your handwriting. Then he locked up behind himself when he left.
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You had given Bradley a key to your house after you'd been dating him for a matter of days. Probably barely forty eight hours. But when you got to work on Wednesday morning, Bradley texted you a picture of his keyring resting in his palm, and there was your house key, shining in the sunlight. And then you stopped caring that it seemed quick.
When your stomach started growling, you realized it was after lunchtime, and before you could even process what that meant, there was a knock on your office door. And then Frank was in your personal space.
"I didn't see you before. Did you skip lunch?" he asked, watching your every movement as you stood up behind your desk and straightened out your lace top underneath your blazer.
"I'm not hungry," you lied. "Is there something I can help you with, Frank?"
He shrugged and sat on the edge of your desk. "I just miss you. I thought I would go pick up a sandwich or something if you wanted me to. I would be happy to."
Your stomach growled loudly at the mere mention of a sandwich, completely giving you away. But then you heard another blessed knock on your door, and you loudly told whomever it was to come in.
"Bradley!" you exclaimed when you saw your boyfriend standing there eyeing up Frank as you rushed around your desk to get to him. "What are you doing here?" you asked softly. He wrapped his right arm around your waist while he held a bag and a bouquet of flowers in his left hand.
"I missed you, Kitten," he replied. "I wanted to keep my streak going. I'm up to four days in a row of seeing you now."
You were about to kiss him when Frank cleared his throat loudly. You turned to look at the confused expression on his face, but Bradley didn't budge at all. Instead Bradley pressed his lips to your neck and teased you while you awkwardly considered Frank.
"Uh, Frank... this is Bradley," you said on a breathy sigh.
"Her boyfriend," Bradley added, finally releasing your neck and heading for Frank. "Fred, was it?" he asked as they shook hands, and Frank sputtered for a moment before correcting him.
"Are you her kid's coach?" Frank asked, eyeing Bradley's solid form warily.
"Yeah," he replied. "I'm Everett's tee ball coach."
"Huh," Frank grunted before he turned to look at you. "Didn't think you'd be into a jock."
You smiled and said, "He's a Naval aviator, actually. Didn't you notice the uniform?"
Frank skimmed his gaze briefly over Bradley before strolling over to you and saying, "Why don't you let me take you out for lunch? I know you're hungry."
"Frank. No," you said, shaking your head. "No. I don't want to get lunch with you. I've been telling you no for a while."
Bradley laughed from his spot at your desk. "I'm pretty sure she already ditched you for me weeks ago, Fred. Just leave her alone, man."
"I had sex with her on that desk," Frank blurted out loudly, and you could feel the embarrassment wash over your skin. You could barely look at Bradley. He knew you'd been with Frank, but you didn't want him thinking about Frank when he pictured you sitting at your desk.
"Probably the best two minutes of your life, huh Fred?" he asked casually, closing the distance to you and scooping you up. You squeaked as you braced one hand against his service pins while you wrapped the other around his neck. He just smiled at you as he said, "Now get the fuck out. And close the door behind you."
You saw Frank's back retreating through the door as Bradley deposited you in your desk chair and opened the bag he had brought. You audibly moaned as you saw a sandwich, some pretzels and a bottle of iced tea appear on your desk.
"I thought you might be hungry," he said as you took a huge bite out of the sandwich and nodded. "And I wanted to bring you these flowers."
You swallowed your food and told him, "Tulips are my favorite!"
"I know," he said, kissing your forehead. "I made Bob text Molly to find out. I'll remember from now on, Kitten. But I need to get back to work."
You popped up and hugged him, took a breath and whispered, "You know what Frank said? About my desk?"
"Yeah," Bradley replied quietly, rubbing his hand up inside your blazer.
"That was the time I was thinking about you. I couldn't stop thinking about you."
Bradley's smile was smug, and now you felt less embarrassed.
"Next time, I'll stop by for a longer visit," he promised.
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After practice on Thursday, Bradley settled into a seat at the same pizza place again, but this time Nat was there too. He was a little sweaty and dirty, but so were Bob and Everett, and you didn't hesitate to let Bradley touch you.
"Hi," you whispered with a smile as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. Bradley watched you turn away from him to continue your conversation with Nat while Everett played tic-tac-toe on the paper tablecloth with Bob. Molly was writing Everett's name in big bubble letters from him to color in, and the waitress was dropping off a pitcher of beer and some apple juice.
When your warm palm came to rest on Bradley's thigh just above his knee, he exhaled a deep breath and let himself appreciate how good it felt to have a little family again. Thankfully he'd had Nat around for a long time, but having Bob gave him another person he knew he could trust. And Molly was a spitfire, but now he was starting to appreciate the way your sister always stood up for you and Everett.
As the enormous pizza was dropped off, Bradley started to cut a slice in half to make it easier for Everett to eat. You watched his every movement as everyone else started to grab slices and pour more drinks.
"What?" he asked you softly as your eyes followed the plate that he handed to Everett. "You want me to cut your pizza up too, Kitten?" he asked teasingly.
But you just leaned in and kissed him until Molly had to pretend like she was gagging on her food.
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Coach just wanted to show them off! And Frank, you loser, she doesn't want you! She upgraded! Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32!
summary: soobin and you have been friends since predebut. his busy schedule often clashed with yours but you guys always made time for your monthly dates. though.. they have been feeling a little more.. different.
a/n: had this idea for a little bit and thought it was cute! at first when i was writing it i didnt hit save so i almost $&@“ but we’re okay now i tried to scavenge as much as i could of what i wrote but i still wish i had what i put before 😭😭 I'll probably continue to edit this after it's published but let me know what you think!
☆ read pt.2 here!
“hold it like this…. yeah exactly!” he says as he positions your hands to the angle he wants. he's always been peculiar about his photos but it made this moment all the more endearing.
“i know how to take photos, binnie” you say with a chuckle. soobin had stopped you both in the middle of your walk to the gelato shop you bugged him about before you both went to dinner. you had saw it scrolling through your feed and immediately begged him to come with you. of course, he couldn’t deny you. you guys had already been past due on your monthly hangouts. so you didn’t mind the little detour and if being behind the camera meant spending more time with him, then you’d take it.
“yeah but these ones need to be instagram worthy. how else will moa fully appreciate my charms?” he looks at you expectantly.
“just sit down.” you say playfully, “i’m sure moa will cherish any photo you post.” it was true, he had a strong fanbase and you always entertained yourself with the various emotions the comment section would go through.
soobin takes your advice and begins to strike a few poses on the cement bench while you crouch to take his best angles… which is all of them. seriously, how can a guy be so… hot and cute at the same time. you’d never tell him that though, his ego is already through the roof.
although you acknowledge he is quite attractive your friends say otherwise. no matter what you say, they have convinced themselves you're smitten, but you deny it. I mean, how could you like soobin? sure, maybe it’s cause you’ve been friends for so long, knowing soobin before his debut. you had always appreciated supporting him from the sidelines and don't want it any other way... he’d always tell you about his day like how work went from the lengthy practices he'd power through to meetings with producers and you’d always be there to listen. being the good friend that you are you can confidently say you're a fan of his group. you’ve even watched his performances and admired just how he could do all that.. how you had someone as amazing as him and to call him your friend. you wanted to support him in any way you could even if it meant just moments like these hearing about all of his accomplishments and what he’s working on next.
after what seems like forever he asks to see the photos you took, jogging up to your now standing position. you can feel the slight ache in your ankles, buckling at the knees a bit but you ignore it. turning his phone slightly to face him. he chooses, against your weak heart, to hover just above your shoulder. you can feel his breath fan aross the expanse of ur neck and it sends involuntary shivers down ur spine. the warmth mixed with the cold weather only adding to the feeling.
“what do you think?” you ask softly, still affected by the ever closing distance.
“that i need a new personal photographer” he says in a dull tone.
you take a step back to look at him, jaw slacked and in awe of his blatant response.
“hey! i never said i was good plus its free labor”
“yeah not the best service i have to give it a 4 out of 10” he says. he continues to berate your less than average photography skills. but yet, the photos you take of him always end up on his #monthlysoobin updates.
“if i wanna be nice… maybe ill boost you up to a 4.5 who knows”
“you're such an ass”, a pout growing on your lips as you face away from him. you don’t see it from your new position, but his grin only grows wider.
cute.
“come on,” he says. “let’s go get that gelato you wanted, i need my sugar fix” and he takes your hand in his, tugging you towards the direction of the gelato shop. you only stare at your now intertwined hands, cheeks flushing at the feeling.
Congratulations on your 500 Followers!🎉 Hope you will grow more! I would like to choose the number 1 prompt, "Someone decides to ask you for your opinion about someone, and you decide to take advantage of your anonymity to admit your feelings. For some reason this flusters them."
For Jack, Sebek and Silver please
1. Someone decides to ask you for your opinion about someone, and you decide to take advantage of your anonymity to admit your feelings. For some reason this flusters them.
Thank you very much friend! I really hope this is to your liking, and I really hope that you continue to find things that entertain you posted to this account.
notes: they/them used for Yuu, mutual pining, I find Jack really hard to write for because of his whole soulmate thing but please know he loves Yuu so fucking much he is in pain, Sebek thinks he's slick, and Silver is oblivious to a lot. The other event requests can be found on my masterlist.
Jack
There is a distressing lack of fluffy tails within your line of sight in the ballroom this evening. A feeling has been growing within you these past few months, similar to a crush but so intense it makes you want to fall over with the strength of your longing. You have no idea if Jack feels the same, he has continued to treat you with the same degree of feigned indifference he's held you at since the day you met.
And now he has left you all alone in the middle of a ballroom full of people that very much aren't him. Well that's how you feel it's not like you made any sort of concrete agreement to meet up beyond the typical first year friend group "hey let's all get together" texts that always populated your group chat when the school hosted events like this. You suppose your feet were always going to hurt at an event like this, but you had been hopeful that your heart wouldn't ache as well.
"Come here often?" A strange strangled voice asks, clearly trying to break the ice and not at all serious. You are both leaning against a pillar after all.
"Not really." Your stomach is still firmly in your throat, this person is massive and you see no sign of the comforting ears and tail of a wolf. "You?"
"Nope." And though neither of you make much a move to keep the conversation moving, you don't move to leave either despite the growing awkward aura around you both. You look out across the ballroom, eyes drawn towards Leona desperately searching for a sign. Your strange new friend takes note, he also seems to be looking at Leona. "Not afraid of staring are, you?"
"Is that what it looks like?" You ask slightly distressed.
"Most people just tuck tail and run when they see Savanaclaw." He almost sounds disgusted, but you can't quite tell with who. "I'm surprised you can stand to look."
"I've got good friends in Savanaclaw." You huff. Sure there's a chance this guy doesn't mean anything by what he's saying, but this is NRC. There is a much bigger chance that he does.
"Oh? Like who, Jack Howl?" This bitch-
"No." You cross your arms. "Friends don't make you want to explode."
"... I'm sorry?" The strange man apologizes, and it really does sound like he means it if the way he's scratching the back of his head is anything to go by. Unfortunately you have been sitting on these stupid feelings all night and really need them out in front of someone who isn't Grim, seven knows he doesn't care.
"Seriously like- wolf beastmen have only one soulmate? Forever? So it doesn't matter how I feel I just- never have a chance like ever. Ever ever ever, he's just always going to see me as some annoying hanger on- well maybe not annoying because I actually put in an effort you know?" The captive audience doesn't nod but that's ok, you just keep charging on. "And I know he appreciates that because his tail wags every time one of us do and it's so cute to watch."
"'m not cute."
"But that just doesn't matter he's got somebody already he just hasn't met them yet and I don't even know the right music to try and get rid of my feelings to. It's not like I can just ask him out and hope rejection will make the feelings go away because there is just no way he would be like in anyway nice about it-"
"What if you were that person though?" The stranger's voice is so strangled it's almost recognizable, and it successfully snaps you out of your stupor.
"But I'm not." You want to scream it, but it comes out so very quietly. "He was really clear about that, he'd just know."
"I'm stupid. I mean he is. Stupid. And you're human, maybe the feeling's different because there's a chance for rejection. It's not like humans always have soul mates." A dull silence falls over you both. Unease working it's pesky way back into both of your minds.
Not all humans have soul mates, but you most certainly do. Just... give him a moment, a ball is not his scene. But later when you're all alone, traipsing your way through the woods towards that lonely cottage there will be a wolf primed to strike. Just why did he ever worry Jack wonders, glad for the mask hiding his grin, he knew he only needed to be lucky once.
Sebek
"Just what is your opinion on Malleus anyway?" Sebek tells himself he is asking you this for safety reasons. It's a question he has asked you before, just louder and with force enough to "blow down a barn door" to quote Epel, but this damn mask had a mockingly fitting enchantment that pitched his voice down and quieted it the more he tried yelling. He almost sounded like he was impersonating Jade, something that would likely deeply amuse the strange upperclassmen and seems to have a soothing effect on you. Not that he was jealous!
"Tsunotarou and I are bros." Yuu puts up what Master Lilia had told him was a "peace sign" and "extremely cute" but makes him seethe with rage and actual jealousy, not whatever that sickening feeling he'd had before was.
"You are not." The mask makes his dull roar sound like a middle aged mother gleefully scolding her friend for buying a particularly saucy pair of heels and not the justified rage of a royal retainer. "If you are bros just what does that make you to his retainers hmmmm?" That makes Yuu falter for some reason, mouth moving before the words are fully formed like they are considering hiding something.
That scares him. Because it compromises his lord's safety. Obviously.
"Well, I think Lilia's super cool." An objectively true statement human. A bit sparse on the praise but then what use would Master Lilia have for a human's praise? It would be better spent on him anyway. "He's really smart and happy to talk about what he knows, even if he lies about things sometimes, gotta have fun with yourself sometimes I guess. Silver is a bit dense, but he tries so hard you have to respect him for it." Again Sebek finds himself agreeing with Yuu, but the praise stings for some reason. It's minimal, but he supposes Yuu's avoidance of addressing the issue- not that they are he supposes, they may have stopped speaking but he doesn't think they intend to not give an opinion about him.
"And Sebek?" But he prods for it anyway because he wants it. He knows himself, he is not exactly ashamed of himself but Sebek knows you would never tell him the full truth of your opinion to his face. He can't even call Yuu by their name, why should they-
Sigh, like a besotted Princess in a fairy tale, play with the edges of their cape like a Prince questioning his propriety in voicing his desires but unable to swallow their emotion-
"He's really something else." You mean it, not that you are too sure why you feel like telling this stranger your deepest secret or why you chose to phrase it like a complaint. But the compliment suits Sebek like that you think. And the stranger doesn't stop you. "Knights are sort of out of fashion where I'm from but I've always liked them, and Sebek's the perfect image of one you know? I just wish there was some room in his heart for someone other than Malleus... not that I think his devotion's a bad thing y'know? I just- want to be treasured by a knight too."
"Just a knight?" The stranger asks. "Silver's there too I suppose."
"Nah he's not really my type." You shrug. "I like my guys a little pathetic. Look-" You barely notice the familiar way the stranger splutters as you bow to signal your exit. "I gotta go get Grim before he lights the place on fire, if you see Sebek tell him I'm looking for him? I want to dance with him at least once I just know he's good at it." And with that they're gone leaving an extremely competent and not at all pathetic thank you very much! Flustered mess of a man behind them.
Silver
"Oh hello Prefect." You have no idea who this student is but it is not unusual for people to know who you are given everything that's happened at this stupid school since you accidentally enrolled. "Nice to see you are enjoying yourself, the rolls are really good." And he is not judging you for the amount of bread you have in front of you so as far as you are concerned he can stay.
"They really are." You nod sagely, offering your new friend some of your hoard which he happily accepts as you both turn towards the ballroom to people watch. "I shouldn't be surprised at how good the food is, but somehow I always am." The stranger nods ruefully.
"I know what you mean. After eating so much of fa- Lillia's cooking you forget what things are supposed to taste like sometimes." Oh so this guy is in Diasomnia then? You'll have to compliment Tsunotarou later, this guy is super polite.
"Yeah I can see that, it makes feel bad for Silver sometimes what with how close those two are." You continue munch on your bread, too caught up in the fluffiness of it to notice how the "stranger" pauses, a thought forming in his mind he is sure to regret later but is unable to fully resist.
To long is human, which he is, painfully so.
"Do you think about Silver often?" He hopes he sounds playful, you fluster, looking the man up and down wondering if maybe Lilia has decided to alter his appearance to tease you some.
"More often than I should." Even if this is Lilia, it's not like anyone can really mock you for this can you? It's a Masquerade Ball, you're allowed to spill your guts to a stranger and reasonably expect nothing to come of it. Hell, just because this guy's in Diasomnia doesn't mean he'll say anything. "He's hard to ignore you know?"
"Not really." Silver picks at the bread, half hoping you will drop the topic, half agonizing about how to feel if you do. "He... doesn't have the best reputation in our dorm. People think he's too intense."
"Hmmm." You can see why, people who lack facial expressions often find themselves failing to express their intent. "That doesn't bother me." Oh he could practically soar, his whole body straightens in pride when you say that. "Silver is one of the few people I feel truly safe and... well sometimes I feel cherished around him. But I don't want to put pressure on him since we aren't even really friends I don't think."
"Why wouldn't you be?" He is deeply confused, he knows Lilia's advice is always coached in jokes but Silver didn't think the flowers he asked his animal friends to find would hinder his progress too badly. You were even wearing them tonight, it was how he found you, so it's not like you hated them... right? "I- He cares about you, I mean you know that right?"
"Maybe." Is all you say, eyes looking for someone in the crowd that's sat right next to you oh so painfully unaware- "But if I said I liked him would he even know what I meant? Would he still want to be friends... if..."
"Of course he would." Silver means it, but somehow he feels like he is missing something. The weight of your hand maybe, as you leave the "stranger" in search of... well he hopes "Silver" because if he knew you loved him, because he thinks that was what you meant maybe he wouldn't want to be just friends.
Best friends maybe? He'll have to ask Li- his father later.
* in which ellie’s obsession relationship with you begins to sour as your romance with your new boyfriend seems to flourish. it seems she’ll stop at nothing to ensure your happiness, (which you’ll find with her, obviously) even if it means hurting you in the process.
* lowkey obsessive ellie, ellie beats someone up, angst + comfort (next chapter(s), infidelity, unrequited feelings yet also mutual pining (just read it like, idk idk I forgot how to do these),lmk if I missed anything!
* HELLLLLOOOO!? oh my god 100 likes on part 1 and over 100 followers??? ty? so much?? <3 the next parts almost done so I gotta tweak some things but I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! I meant to post this like 2 days ago but I fell asleep editing…
* mdni
* wc ~ smth like 1.8k
pt .1 here ★ pt .3 coming soon
“Are you seriously wearing that?” You sighed, flopping back on Ellie’s twin bed.
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” Ellie asked, eyeing her worn skinny jeans and a black oversized hoodie.
“First, there’s a hole in the side of your hood. Second, you wore that 3 times this week already.”
“No, I didn’t. These are different jeans!”
You groaned, “Ellie it’s a party, live a little.”
She let out a small laugh, “Says you, you were literally on the verge of throwing up like 5 minutes ago. Did whatshisname text you?”
She crossed her fingers in hope that he hadn’t.
You rolled your eyes, “You know his name, and he said he got there about 20 minutes ago and’ll meet me near the living room.”
“Cool, cool.” She said stiffly. “We should probably get going then.”
You jumped up from the bed, practically skipping over to the door. “Finally, you take a surprisingly long time to get ready.”
She didn’t. She was just trying to drag out the amount of time she had before she saw you clinging to your boyfriend and laughing at his stupid jokes.
She was still trying to find a way to show you that he was a dick and she was what you needed but all the ideas she had ended up with him dead and while she was considering it, you probably would have a hard time forgiving her.
The two of you trekked down to the elevator and while your back was turned she couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to slip her hand into yours. How would you react? Would you recoil? Or would you squeeze her palm? Ellie was never really a touchy person yet she made some exceptions when it came to you, however nothing as intimate as hand holding.
And something screamed at her, begging her to try. Her fingers itched by her leg and before she knew it she was stretching out her arm.
Close…so close she could feel the warmth radiating off you.
In a moment you whipped around and she didn’t have enough time to retract her hand.
“What are you doing?” You asked, tilting your head in a way that made her heart ache.
“You just had a uh– a piece of lint.” She lied easily as she picked nothing off your sleeve.
“Oh, thanks! Easier to get rid of then a hole, huh?” You let out a giggle and stuck your finger through said hole, she forced a laugh.
The rest of the ride down Ellie urged herself not to have any more daring thoughts.
Once down, you cracked jokes about your professor and weirdos in your classes, and Ellie tried her best to laugh along, all the way to the frat where the party was being held. Once you made it, you shoved past the sweaty bodies in the living room to look for your boyfriend whilst Ellie shrunk into the kitchen to confide chat with Jesse who was busy chugging a twisted lemonade.
“Jesse. I want you to thank God you aren’t a lesbian.” Ellie groaned, pulling the drink from his lips and taking a swig herself.
“Shit. What happened now?” He sighed, reaching past Ellie to grab another. Ellie’s been moping about you to Jesse for a while now, although he doesn’t really know it’s you because she doesn’t wanna fuck up the way her friends view your guys’ relationship.
“I was walking behind her earlier before we got into the elevat— classroom. And I was like 5 seconds away from grabbing her hand.”
“And why’s that a bad thing? I thought you liked her.” He asked in between sips.
“Because she has a fucking boyfriend! And that would’ve been so embarrassing I think I would’ve bit off my tongue and killed my self right there.”
Jesse let out a low whistle and Ellie crossed her arms. “Don’t you have any advice for me, or are you just gonna stand there?”
The man shrugged, “You’re not gonna like what I have to tell you. Have you tried talking to Joel about any of this?”
Ellie shook her head with a sigh, “He’s busy with work as is, I don’t wanna bother him with this shit when I barely even get to talk to him.”
“Well then, you should prob—hey! ★ what’s up?”
Their conversation was cut short as you walked into the crowded kitchen. With no luck in the living room, you decided to retreat there to talk with your friends while periodically checking your phone for any missed calls or texts.
Ellie noticed the worried look on your face. “Hey, hey. He’ll call. And if he doesn’t he’s a fucking idiot.”
She urged you to try and live in the moment and reassured you again that’d he’d call soon, even though she hoped and prayed he didn’t.
You gave her a small smile and muttered “I guess.” Before taking the red solo cup she offered you and downing it. Eventually, Dina joined your little trio and you temporarily forgot all about him since you were having so much fun chatting with your friends.
Ellie, still smiling, excused herself to the washroom after announcing she had to piss and thank god she did because the scene she stumbled upon literally made her laugh with joy. She had been looking for a reason to beat the fuck out of your boyfriend and did she find it.
After mistaking one of the bedrooms for the washroom—since every fucking door in that house looked the same—her eyes immediately landed on the familiar lanky figure who was shacking up with some tiny brunette bitch.
“No fucking way!” She guffawed, completely amused.
“Please, it’s not—“ Your boyfriend started, pulling his lips from the girl and straightening out his shirt.
“I’ve been looking for a reason to beat your sorry ass! This is just perfect.” She laughed manically as she stomped into the room, slamming the door behind her and cracking her knuckles.
The girl he was previously with was shaken to her core, and practically sprinted out of there. Before he could get out another word, Ellie’s fist was already crushing his face.
“You dick, God I knew you were an asshole but this is just—wow! Cheating on her when she is most definitely the best you could ever do?” Another punch and he was on the ground.
Blood was leaking from his nose and his lip was split. Suddenly she was on top of him, her fists flying. His glasses were broken and tears ran down his face pathetically.
She’d bottled up her emotions for so long; her love for you, her jealousy towards him, her anger at the entire situation, that it all muddled together and bursted the bottle, sending shards everywhere.
Ellie has always been an innately intense person, but this, pummelling something that deserved it, someone that she’d been fantasizing about beating the shit out of ever since she’d met them. It felt good.
“Pl-please stop.” He begged, and she halted her fists, but only for a moment.
She scoffed. “Stop? Stop. Man, I should rip your tongue out. Maybe that’ll finally shut you up.”
His eyes widened as he scanned her eyes for any sign of sympathy, of mercy, but all he found was icy green.
“You’re fucking crazy!” He shouted, trying and failing to shimmy her off him.
She shrugged, “Maybe.”
She was about to throw another fist but she heard frantic footsteps speeding toward the room.
“Shit..” She tapped the side of the guy’s face harshly as he was beginning to black out. “Listen, you’re going to get up. Hop out the window and take your ass home, if someone asks what happened say you got jumped. You’re not going to look at ★ again, text her, call, or even breathe near her. Transfer out of her classes and if I even get the idea that you’re thinking of contacting her again, I will find you. And I will rip your tongue out, got it?”
He nodded wildly and she finally got off of him. She watched as he scurried toward the window and hopped out, it was only a few feet, he’d live.
Ellie wiped her stained hands on the inside of her sweater and opened the door just as the brunette from before was about to, she was standing next to one of the frat guys.
“What’s going on?” Ellie said easily, putting a charming smile on her face and hiding her hands in her pocket.
“Where is he?” The brunette asked worriedly.
“Who? It’s just me in here.” Ellie said looking around confused.
The frat boy looked behind Ellie and them at the girl before sighing and turning back around, “Don’t bother me again. Just enjoy the party.”
“B-but—“ She immediately shut up when Ellie shot her a malicious glare.
She strolled out of the room and back toward the main floor to see you sulking on the couch, checking your phone.
“What happened?” She asked, sliding next to you and resting her arm behind you on the cushions.
“He still hasn’t answered.” You pouted.
And for the first time in months she shot you a genuine smile, despite the fact you were talking about him. “I wouldn’t worry about it, don’t think you’ll hear from him anytime soon.”
You smiled at her and she shot you a weird look, “What?” she asked.
“Nothing..you just seem a little happier than usual.” You said, leaning into her arm.
so sorry mental health has been in the gutter lately so it's taken me a hot second to fill this one but HERE! have some fluffy kid fics that I enjoyed :') <333
(also, I'm assuming that you mean fics in which there are kids and not fics in which they ARE kids, please let me know if you're looking for something different!)
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Biology 101 for Babies (T+, 2k) by @clottedcreamfudge
“There's a boy,” Arthur says seriously, still holding a bright red crayon tightly in his fist. “At nurs... nurs'ry. He's new an' he's brown.”
Henry, still twisting round to give Arthur his attention, blinks a couple of times, then very carefully takes his hands out of the washing up bowl and pulls off his gloves. “I see. What's his name?”
“Michael.”
“Alright. And why is it unusual that he is, as you say, brown?”
Arthur frowns. “Nobody else is brown.”
Henry realises with dawning horror and amusement that he is about to have one of the weirdest conversations of his entire life.
“Arthur, my little love – you're brown.”
Queer little ducks hold a special place in my heart. (T+, 4k) by anarchyat4am (thanks@wordsofhoneydew for the rec!)
Henry... is more than a bit useless around hot guys. So when he finds the lost kid of the gorgeous dad who frequents his bookstore, he pulls himself together until they reunite, only to then be devastated by the revelation that the man thinks Henry hates him. And, well... courage always rises, and all that.
Confidential Memorandum (T+, 17k) by sherryvalli
"Hello, Mr. Fox-Mountchristen's office. How may I help you?"
"Hello, can I speak to Mr. Fox-Mount-krishen, please?"
Alex blinked. After two weeks of hearing nothing but the voices of snooty men and frazzled secretaries calling in, the person on the other line now sounded decidedly neither snooty nor male nor in any way adult.
It was a little girl.
"Mr. Fox-Mountchristen's unfortunately in a meeting right now,” Alex began slowly, “but I could take a message?"
"Oh." The girl paused. "You're not Mr. Hunter."
[Alex starts a new job as Henry's new assistant. Henry's daughter keeps calling the office and leaving him messages.]
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[shelter/foster/adoption etc. fics]
Family Line(s) (T+, 26k) by notcanoncompliant
Henry and Alex had been thinking about fostering for years now, they were just waiting for the right kid to (aparently literally) fall into their life.
When You Smile, You Knock Me Out, I Fall Apart (And I Thought I Was So Smart) (G, 3k) by @interestinglittlerelationship
Alex is facing away from him, head bent over a pan of something that smells absolutely amazing. There’s an apron tied loosely around his waist. He looks so painfully domestic that Henry almost passes out.
He would make such a good father.
or Henry and Alex stumble upon a new dream and build a family together.
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[and I know you said cute and probably meant fluffy, but I can't help adding my personal fave kid fic, but PLEASE DO PAY ATTENTION TO TAGS as most of the fluff is within other angst!]
a flicker, a spark (e, 83k) by acastle
“She truly is your daughter, Alex,” Henry sighs, defeated.
“Fuck off, sweetheart,” he laughs, a soundbite of the sun. Henry forces himself not to physically react, the term of endearment sweet and menacingly familiar coming from Alex’s lips. It’s been years. “You know they’re useful.”
“Ah yes, eyelashes, truly a formidable instrument in managing international relations.”
Alex grins, and Henry is too late to catch the slightest downward lilt on the corner of his mouth, “Worked on you once, didn’t it?”
Oh, did that ache.
(Much had happened since the time Henry had told Alex to leave. Alex had passed the bar, gotten married, had the most beautiful daughter. And Henry, well. He stayed right where he was.)
and the accompanying piece:
sea of endless hope (e, 85k)
Henry watches Alex, the man he adores and loves so ardently, and the moment is palpable, delicate, and yet too large for even the sky to contain.
He watches Alex, and in that moment, he wants to be his husband, the ache and urge of it almost unbearable.
“Daddy!” Nena takes Henry’s hands, and he looks down at her, the angel who had saved him, and he smiles at her, quiet with emotion, letting her lead him into place.
He would follow her, follow Alex, anywhere.
(Henry, Alex, and their daughter, and the first years of coming home, forever.)
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[and one of my own for good measure ha! again, please check tags!]
Something Borrowed, Something Blue (e, 116k)
When June gets engaged, Alex, her brother, and Henry, her best friend, are asked to be the official Guys Of Honor. There’s a month to plan the whole thing, which would be near impossible anyway, only made worse by the fact that being around each other the last several years has only ever led to petty fights and useless competition. Unfortunately, as the two most important men in her life - aside from her fiancé - they don’t really have much of a choice.
Alex has a lot of feelings about this. As it turns out, Henry does too.
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I don't read a ton of kid fics, but I'm definitely open to other recs as well! hope this hits the spot for you friend! :D
Warnings: leaving them out cause I don’t want to spoil anything. But it does include mature themes, so if you’re underage, dni!
Note: sorry I kept you all waiting so long for part 2. But here it is. This has actually been written for awhile, I’m only just now posting it.
TMI: I was actually eating popcorn while writing this, lol
Masterlist
Popcorn pt.1🍿 *not proofread*
WC 10,000?
The next day you woke up and stretched, feeling an unfamiliar ache all over your lower body, and it clicked immediately. Everything from last night came flooding back to your memory.
You still couldn’t believe what you had done. Not cause you exactly regretted it, but for the fact that you let some random guy off the street take your virginity in a theater.
What’s wrong with me?
And you didn’t even catch his name. You could only imagine what a whore he must have thought you were.
Not to say all that mattered. It’s not like you’d see him again anyways,
but still.
You flailed in your sheets, cringing at yourself.
“Y/n, how could you be so foolish?” You talked to yourself in bed, replaying the events and trying to make sense of what happened. Before you knew it, it was already in the afternoon, but you couldn’t pull yourself out of bed.
This was definitely going to take some time to get over.
-
Heeseung had already gone about most of his day, and you were on his mind for a big part of it.
I wonder if she goes to the theater often? Maybe she lives nearby? Could I possibly get so lucky to see her again?
He thought.
Thank goodness no one could read his mind cause he knew he would sound like such a fool. Like seriously, what were the chances of seeing you again.
He couldn’t recall a time where he’s seen the same person more than once, except for school or stores, but that doesn’t really count.
He sighs, making his way home, not too focused on the road and only thinking about meeting you again, until he heard a loud horn beeping. He looked up immediately to see he was about to cross the street into oncoming traffic.
He stopped dead in his tracks clutching his beating heart. And breathing a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, no one was harmed in his act of carelessness, but he realized he should forget you and move on. Judging by the looks of it, it would only hurt him anyways.
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It took you nearly two weeks to get over your little incident. Although, no matter how much time had passed, there was no way you could forget your first time.
Speaking of time, your period was oddly late. And that was unusual cause it was always the same every month.
And you being you, began to panic. What if? No. Did I let him cum inside of me?
I did?
I did.
Oh god. It can’t be. I’m too young to be a parent. I’m barely making it on my own as it is. And the absolute worst part is that I’m not even in contact with the father.
You didn’t notice when you started crying. “Okay, don’t worry, it’s gonna be okay. I might not even be pregnant. Maybe I’m just paranoid.” breathe, breathe.
Okay.
Well, that didn’t work.
There’s only one thing left to do. You grabbed your coat and ran to the nearest convenience store.
You found the section where they kept the pregnancy test and reached for one with your shaking hands. Just before you grabbed it, a voice startled you, causing the test to fall off the shelf.
You looked in the direction where the voice came from and…
No
fucking
way.
It was the guy from the theater, the man that took all your innocence.
“Hi” was all he said. He wanted to say so much more, but he didn’t know where to start, and he didn’t even know your name.
Umm, okay, why the fuck is he talking to me? He really could have pretended he didn’t see me and avoided this whole very awkward situation.
“Hey,” you replied quietly. He leaned down to pick up whatever it was that you had dropped, and his expression morphed. So many thoughts were running through his head.
Could it be mine? No, but she was a virgin when I met her, so is there already someone else?
“I see you’ve been busy” he tried to joke about it and ignore the racing of his heart.
You glared at him.
“I could say the same to you.”
He tilted his head in confusion.
“Huh?”
“It’s because of you why I’m even here.”
“So you mean.. you’re saying that I could have gotten you….” He trailed off.
“Yes, You idiot!” You started slapping his chest. Needless to say, it didn’t hurt him one bit.
He just chuckled and grabbed your wrist, holding you still. He looked down at you with a huge smile on his face.
“You’re so cute.”
“What!? Let go of me you fool. Do you even know what this means?”
“We’re gonna be parents!” he said, sounding a bit too excited for the current situation you were both in, but he couldn’t help it. He was just too happy that he found you again. The fact that you might be pregnant didn’t quite register in his brain yet.
“No genius, we’re too young for a baby. How are we going to pay for him or her? for christ's sake, we aren’t even a couple, and now the baby is gonna grow up with single parents,” you sighed.
If you weren’t so worried about possibly being pregnant, you would have noticed the way his face dropped into a frown and the soft tug as he let go of your wrist.
“What do you mean by single parents?”
“Do I have to spell everything out for you? It’s not like we’re dating, nor would I want to, and I don’t even know your name or anything about you.”
“You could have just asked instead of insulting me every two seconds. Hi, I’m heeseung” he extended his hand to shake yours.
You looked at his hand and ignored it.
“Good to know. I’m y/n, now let’s just get out of here” you paid for the test with the stares of many from all the commotion you stirred up, but you were too concerned about your future to care.
You walked home in silence. Your brain getting more exercise than your legs. As it was running a mile a minute.
He walked next to you with his head down, and his hands shoved into his pockets.
He had a lot of things to consider. If you were indeed pregnant, he’d have to drop out of school, get a job, and definitely change his laid back attitude and perspective about things.
Finally, you were inside your home. You led him to your bedroom and told him to wait outside.
“Are you sure?”
“Unless you want to come in.”
“Of course, I want to be there for you and our baby.”
“We don’t even know that for sure yet.”
“I have a feeling” he smiled, but he was actually so worried about it. He would be delighted if you were pregnant with his child, but, he was just so scared he wouldn’t be a good dad and wouldn’t be able to provide for his family, he didn’t have the best relationship with his parents, and he was afraid of repeating the same cycle.
“Ready?” Your question knocked him from his thoughts.
“As I’ll ever be” you grabbed his hand and gave it a small squeeze. You couldn’t even imagine how he must have been feeling.
You left to go take the test and came back soon, awaiting the results.
You both sat on your bed.
“I’m sorry. y/n, it’s all my fault,” he said, seeing how scared you looked.
“Hey, it’s not either of our faults, we both made a really stupid mistake, and now it’s just how we handle things moving forward.”
He didn’t like the fact that you saw it as a mistake. But he wasn’t going to get into all that right now.
The timer you set went off.
You both gave each other a look.
“Do you wanna look at the same time?”
He just nodded his head.
You flipped it around, and boom.
“Two lines, pregnant” just when he was going to cheer, he heard your loud sobs and instantly pulled you into a hug, trying to comfort you.
“It’s okay y/n. I’m going to do everything in my power to take care of you both, I promise.”
“Can I just be alone right now?”
He felt a pang in his chest, he wanted to see you again, but he could have never pictured this was how things would turn out. For some very stupid reason, he thought you would be just as excited to see him, but it was the total opposite.
“Okay,” he sighed and left the room quietly.
He waited and waited and waited some more. Hours had passed, and it was already dark outside.
He made his way to your bedroom door, knocking on it softly.
“Y/n, are you still in there? Could you open up?” He heard the lock click and backed away from the door a little.
“How are you doing?” He asks, hoping your mood is better than it was earlier.
“You should probably go. It’s late” you ignored his question.
“So? I don’t care. I just want to make sure you’re alright before I go.”
“Well, if you cared about me being alright, you would have never had sex with me in the first place.”
“Come on, don’t play that card on me. We both wanted it and didn’t think of the repercussions.”
He was right. But you didn’t want to hear that right now.
“Y/n, I’m going to be here for you, okay? Don’t worry about a thing. It’s not good for you or the baby if you’re stressed” he tried to rub your stomach, but you backed away from him.
“Fine, you can push me away now, but I’m going to have to be here at some point, we made the baby together, and we’re going to raise it together no matter our difference’s”
You watched him walk out the door, leaving you all alone.
That’s what you wanted, right?
-
Once he got home, he called his parents and already knew what the response was going to be, and it didn’t surprise him one bit. he knew he was in this all alone.
It didn’t take long before he dropped out of school and put in applications everywhere, even if it was miles away from where he lived.
He would do whatever he needed to make sure you were safe, and his baby was healthy.
-
You didn’t know what to do. He said he would take care of you, but for how long? Would he just get bored and leave? What could you do? There was no way you could work and carry the baby all alone.
You had no idea what kind of person he was, and it scared you to even get to know him better.
You rubbed your tummy and talked to the little human growing inside you.
“We’ll be fine, baby. Even if it’s just you and me,” you tried to reassure yourself.
-
Five months had gone by. Heeseung had been checking in on you every now and then, bringing you certain foods that you were craving, holding your hair when you would throw up, and helping you around your apartment. He would take break and come over to see you sometimes if he was having an extra bad day.
Today was one of those days. He called you in advance before coming over, as he always did. Most of the time, you didn’t want him coming over cause you didn’t want to get used to being with him, just for him to disappear after the baby was born.
He entered your room looking extremely tired. Well, he always looked tired, but today it was obvious.
He came and sat next to you on the bed with a half smile and dark circles under his eyes.
“So, how’s mommy doing today?” He traced his fingertips over your small bump.
“Feeling okay? You want anything in particular?”
You just shook your head as a no.
“I have a day off tomorrow, so we can go to the clinic and get an ultrasound to see the gender,” he spoke quietly.
“Okay,” this was how all the visits went, he would do all the talking, and you would reply with a few words.
“I’ll try to be over a little earlier than now”
You nodded your head.
He pecked your forehead. Something he’s never done before, and you can’t say that you didn’t like it. It was actually quite nice. Lately, you could feel yourself falling for him day by day.
The big smile on his face when he could feel the baby kick, the soft touches he left on your belly as he hummed a tune to his baby.
And you grew particularly fond of seeing him coming over from work. You felt like you could get used to this. And seeing his face every day didn’t sound too bad at all. But you couldn’t get your hopes up, months were left till the due date, and it was his baby. After all, that’s probably the only reason he stayed.
To him, on the other hand, he wished you weren’t so passive about everything. All he wanted was a hello when he came over and maybe a how was your day?, but he got nothing.
Day by day, the stress was getting to him, and he had no one. The only thing that kept him going was the fact that he saw you every day, and he knew he was doing the right thing for his child.
He actually forgot he didn’t have a day off. Normally he did, but he picked up extra hours. His first job started at 4 in the morning and his second job at 1 till 9.
He’d just have to take an early leave, that’s all.
He made time in between to see you on breaks, and during the hour he got between jobs, he’d sleep in the parking lot.
It wasn’t easy. But if it meant the two of his most beloved people in the world being happy, he’d do it all and so much more.
-
You had got ready to go to the clinic, and now you were just waiting for him.
You instantly started to worry, thinking he wouldn’t make it, but before you felt that bubble of anxiety build in your stomach, the front door flew open.
“Sorry, I’m late. The traffic was terrible today.”
“It’s fine. Are you ready to go?”
“More than ready. I’m so excited!” He kneeled down on the ground, talking to the baby inside your stomach. “Today is a big day. Today daddy gets to learn even more about you, I love you so much, and I haven’t even met you yet” he placed his hand over your stomach and kissed the back of it. He didn’t want to kiss your tummy in case it made you uncomfortable. At this point, he assumed it had been long enough to determine that you didn’t want anything to do with him.
He still tried, though.
He reached for your hand, praying you’d grab it, and he couldn’t hold his smile when your tiny fingers slid between his,
And just maybe, his assumption was a bit off.
“Let’s go” he opened the door for you and led you to the passenger seat to buckle you in, “is it too tight?” He asked, looking at you, but the proximity of his face was making it hard to think.
“F-fine, it’s fine” you cleared your throat once he made his way to the driver's side.
-
“We’re here” he parked in an empty space and helped you to the building.
You checked in at the desk and waited for your appointment. It wasn’t long before you were both led to an empty room.
You lay on the bed and waited for the results.
While the tech was scanning, she asked if heeseung was your husband, to which you immediately replied with a no.
Then she just had to keep prying and asked if he was your boyfriend, and this time heeseung spoke up before you got the chance.
“Yes, I’m her boyfriend” he knew she was hitting on him, so he used this as an opportunity to act like your boyfriend. He held your hand and stroked it with the back of his thumb. He hadn’t touched you often, or unless it was absolutely necessary, and it was killing him inside. He just wanted to be close with you.
“Well, you’re a very lucky girl,” she announced while looking at heeseung and winking at him. He didn’t even notice. He was too focused on you to pay attention to anything else.
You just rolled your eyes at her. If it had been any other setting, you probably wouldn’t have cared, but right now, she was getting on your very last nerve.
But who were you kidding? It could have been any setting, and it would have still made you jealous.
“Are we almost done?”
She didn’t pay any attention to you and just continued the exam.
Once you two were about to finish, heeseung already had an idea in mind.
“Could you do us a favor and put the pictures and results in an envelope? We would like to reveal it in a more private setting” he had already confirmed that it was okay with you. He wanted the reveal to be at your apartment, the same place you got the results of your pregnancy test.
“Of course”
-
And finally, your appointment was finished, but you were still fuming at that woman or thing rather. The audacity she has to flirt with the father of your child made you sick.
“Are you feeling okay?” He asked once you got inside the car. Noticing that you looked upset.
“I’m fine. I just can’t believe that”
“Believe what?”
“That disgusting witch trying to hit on you right in front of me, like have some kind of professionalism at least, how low do you have to be to flirt with a man in front of his baby and….” You trailed off, not knowing what he considered you.
“And the mother of his child,” he finished your statement for you.
“I guess people have nothing better to do these days” you folded your arms, still upset.
“She actually didn’t look half bad” he was trying to get a reaction out of you. If he was being honest, he didn’t even remember what she looked like.
“Are you serious right now?”
“What? It’s not like me and you are together. I’m a free man. I can look at whoever I want.”
“But I- just whatever” you felt a tiny ache in your heart,
“Are you jealous or something?”
“Why would I be? You said it yourself we’re not together,” you replied with an attitude.
“I’m kidding! I was focused on you the whole time” he put his hand on your knee, testing the waters. “And for your information, I wouldn’t mind one bit being together with you.”
You looked out the window to avoid his gaze, but he could see the slight smile forming on your face just before you turned your head away.
Finally, he felt like he was making some progress with you. And maybe if he played his cards right, you would be his sooner than later.
-
You made it home safely, and now it was the big moment to figure out the gender. Your heart was racing.
He took out the envelope, and before opening it, he led you to have a seat on your bed.
“Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be,” you responded.
“Okay,” he breathed out. And opened it.
“It’s a girl!” You squealed.
“Oh my god, we’re having a baby girl!” the amount of joy he felt in his heart was immeasurable. “Can I hug you?”
You’ve denied him so much. The least you could do was let him enjoy this moment.
You nodded your head and let him engulf you in the best hug you’ve ever felt. He was so warm, and his heartbeat was so comforting that you didn’t want to let him go.
He pulled back slightly to examine your face. He hoped you couldn’t hear the racing of his heart as he slowly inched his face closer to you, and just when his lips were about to touch yours the alarm on his watch had different plans, it read 12:30pm, and he had to leave soon so he wouldn’t be late for his other job.
He wanted to take it off his wrist and stomp on it till it broke, but he knew he had to go. He pulled away from you reluctantly and turned off the alarm.
“Damn, I’m sorry. I uhh I have to go now” he couldn’t believe he had the perfect opportunity, and it got away over a stupid fucking alarm, Heeseung, you stupid fucking idiot. He cursed himself out silently.
He turned around to leave, but you didn’t want him to. You felt that same ache in your heart.
“W-where are you going?”
he snapped his head in your direction, surprised that you were even asking.
“Oh, I have to go to work.”
“I thought you had a day off?”
“Well, I thought I did too, but now I’m off to the second one. I kinda forgot I picked up an extra day, but more work, more pay, right?” He tried to smile, but you could see just how forced it was.
“Oh, okay” you looked down and placed a hand on your belly.
“Why? Is there something I can get you before I leave?”
You felt horrible after hearing what he just said. You had no idea he worked two jobs, no wonder he looked so tired, and every time he came over, he was fighting just to keep his eyes open.
And even though he was tired, he was still asking if you needed anything.
Your heart broke.
“No, I'm fine.”
“Okay, I’m off then, see you at, he looked down at his watch again, “around ten” he put his jacket and shoes on, right before he stepped out, you called him.
“Heeseung?”
“Yes?” He answered as you were saying his name, looking at you with a hopeful glint in his eyes.
You walked closer to him at the door.
“Have a good day at work” you gave him one final hug, and maybe deep down, hoping he would try to kiss you again.
“Thank you,” he sighed into your hair. And rubbed your bump. “Daddy will be back before you know it” he smiled at you one last time and closed the door.
You went back to bed feeling disappointed. Just before you sat down, the door swung open.
“Oh, did you forget something?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I did” he walked closer to you and closed any distance between you and him. There was no way he was going to leave without kissing you.
He kissed you with so much passion that it made you feel light headed. And if you could have stopped time then and there, you wouldn’t have thought twice about it.
You kissed him back with hopes that he could feel just an ounce of what he made you feel.
He put his hands on your waist and deepened the kiss. Your hands automatically found themselves in his hair, kissing him with a bit more force than before.
He groaned when you sucked on his lip. He backed you up to the foot of the bed and laid you down softly while hovering over you.
He attached his lips to your neck and gradually made his way higher, swiping his tongue over your ear and sucking on it lightly.
“Heeseung,” you moaned out, rubbing yourself against his thigh that was rested between your legs.
“Wait,” he propped himself up on his hands.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, a little worried that he didn’t want you after all.
“I’m so sorry” he closed his eyes and rested his forehead against yours, sighing onto your lips. “I have to go,” he told you regretfully.
You cupped his face in your hands.
“Hey, it’s okay. You’ll be coming back, right?”
“Of course, I’ll come back as soon as I can, I promise” he kissed your forehead and got off of your bed.
“I don’t want to go,” he whined while jumping up and down slightly, Holding your hand in his.
“The quicker you leave, the quicker you come back, right?”
“Right,” he smiled at you and kissed your lips one last time “bye, y/n”
“Bye, heeseung,” you waved and blew him a kiss. He caught it and walked out the door just moments later.
Your heart was racing, your body was on fire, and your mind was foggy, did you just? Did he just? Were we about to?
Oh my god.
You plopped down on your pillow.
He felt just as good as you remember, if not better, you wanted to punch yourself for not opening up to him sooner, not just for the prospect of having sex, but he was just so sweet and caring and lovable.
You wished you could get that time back, but you couldn’t. From now on, you were going to treat him the way he deserves to be.
-
He thought about you the whole time he was at work, he touched his lips and smiled to himself, thinking about how perfect you looked laying down on your back and those cute but yet so seductive moans you let out.
He quickly shook his head and focused. He couldn’t allow himself to have those kinds of thoughts in a work environment.
But it was harder than he expected. The image of you was stained in his memory.
He couldn’t believe you were finally reciprocating his feelings.
His day seemed to go by quicker than usual, and before he knew it, he was already back on his way to see his girls.
-
“Hey, I got back as fast as I could” he quickly covered his mouth when he saw you fast asleep, with your hand resting on your exposed tummy, he pulled out his phone and snapped a few pictures, actually more than just a few, but that would be his little secret.
He walked closer and pecked your forehead, stroking your cheek with his thumb to wake you up.
You stirred in your sleep, and your eyes fluttered open.
“Hi,” he removed his hand from your face.
“You’re already here?”
“Already? It’s been nearly ten hours.”
Your eyes widen in shock.
“I must have overslept. I'm sorry.”
“It’s fine. I’m sure you needed it, and the baby too. I bought you dinner. I didn’t know what you liked, so I just guessed.”
You looked in the bag after he handed it to you, “It’s my favorite!“ you said in excitement.
“Really? I guess I did good then” he was all smiles watching you enjoy your food.
“You always do good, and speaking of good, how was your day at work?”
He still couldn’t believe you were actually starting a conversation with him.
“It was great!” He contemplated his next words cause he didn’t exactly know where he stood, but screw it. “It was the best day I’ve ever had, thanks to you.”
You nearly choked on your food.
“M-me? How?”
“Just you in general, you make me so happy” surely, the words left his mouth so casually from lack of sleep, but he meant each and every last one of them.
To say that you were squealing inside like a school girl would be an absolute understatement.
“D-did you eat yet?” You tried to avoid having this conversation.
“I ate at work, but I guess I’m still a little hungry.”
“Here, you can have some of mine.”
“No, no, no, that’s for you and the baby. Besides, I think I’m craving for something sweet” he licked his lips while looking at you.
“Well, I don’t know what to tell you cause the fridge and pantry are empty” he inched closer to you on the bed.
“Well, It’s not exactly something that gets stored,” he leaned in close to your ear, “as a matter of fact, it’s something that’s often served in bed or, in our case, maybe even a theater,” he licked the shell of your ear.
You gulped.
“O-oh, so you mean, you want breakfast in bed?”
“Come on, sweetheart. I know you’re not that dense.”
The nickname made your heart do a flip.
“And what if I am?” You tried to remain calm.
“Then, it will be my pleasure to show you exactly what I mean” he grabbed your now empty plate and set it aside, making sure there would be no interruptions.
“Just lay back, and I’ll do all the work” he motioned for you to raise your hips, and you gladly obeyed. He pulled down your shorts and underwear. Noticing the huge wet patch on the crotch area. “See? I knew you weren’t that oblivious”
“Or it just doesn’t take that much for you to make me wet.”
“Is that so?” he wasted no time kneading on the flesh of your thighs and kissing them everywhere he could touch with his lips.
He just started, but there was only so much longer he could wait to taste you, and your smell mixed with his slow movements was making him grow impatient.
He spread your legs open and looked at you on full display, not believing that you were all his.
He all but pushed his face against your heat, flicking his tongue on your clit a few times before licking long stripes in between your folds. The moans that left your lips made him even harder than he already was if that was possible at this point. He was so hard that it almost hurt.
“Tastes so good, sweetheart” he stuck his tongue in your hole, licking the most sensitive spot on your opening. Your back arched off the bed, and you gripped the sheets.
His nose brushed along your clit softly, adding a tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach.
He retracted his tongue from your hole and rubbed his face all over your pussy. completely covering his face in your wetness.
“Fuck, heeseung, god, that feels so good” it’s a wonder how you hadn’t already cum all over his face.
“Mmm, You like that?”
“So so much, so good” you bucked your hips into his face, almost riding it at this point.
He didn’t even try to hold you still. he found it so hot, how you used his face for your own pleasure.
Just when you were about to cum he stopped.
“Are you sure you want this?” He asked you.
“Couldn’t be more sure.”
He unbuttoned his dress shirt and exposed his bare chest. You noticed how his muscles flexed with just the smallest of movements.
His hands traveled down to his belt, quickly undoing it, and last but not least, he pulled his slacks off along with his underwear.
You had seen him before only in the dimly lit theater, but up close and with the light coming from your bedside lamp, he looked absolutely perfect. It was a sight you’d have to see to believe, and lucky for you, no one else would.
He sat on his knees at the foot of the bed with his hard, leaking cock in desperate need of attention, but he made sure to take his time with you and kiss every inch of your skin, from your feet to your visible stretch marks on your stomach and lastly his favorite. Your beautiful lips.
“Heeseung,” you moaned into his mouth, kissing and exchanging each other’s saliva.
“Yes, sweetheart?” He pulled your shirt over your head and kissed all over your chest, making sure not a single millimeter of your body was left untouched by him.
“I want you now.”
“Is that right? Cause I was thinking the same thing” he pushed your knees up a little and held his aching cock at your entrance.
“Are you sure I’m what you want? Do you want me to be here for you? To be a father to our baby?”
“Yes, you’re the only one I want. I couldn’t ask for anyone better,” and maybe if you weren’t too caught up in the pleasure he was giving you, you might have noticed just that small hint of doubt in the back of your mind.
“Me neither” he pushed his tip in nice and slow, breathing heavily from the tightness of your pussy.
He leveled his head with yours, whispering words of encouragement and affection in your ear.
You felt tears prick in your eyes from the stretch and sensitivity.
“Heeseung, I-I don’t think I can take it,” you huffed out a breath, feeling him halt all his movements.
“Yes, you can, baby, you’ve done it before,” he inched back and forth as slowly as possible. Letting you get used to his size. “Just breathe, remember?”
You started to relax a little bit. He eased in a bit further and further till he was all the way in.
“See? I told you, sweetheart,” he licked up and down your jawline while holding your neck firmly in his hand. “You’re so warm and tight. It feels so fucking good.”
He groaned in your ear, pulling his dick out halfway, then pushing it back in, thrusting his hips into you again and again.
“Heeseung, fuck, your cock feels good.”
“Mhm, he moaned softly in your ear. He was a sucker for praise and even more so in the bedroom. “You like that? I know you do.”
He looked down to where he was thrusting in and out of you.
“Look at you. Your pussy is just swallowing my cock”
“You’re so big. And s-so deep, your cock is so amazing” he was hitting all the right spots that made you tick.
“If you keep talking to me like that, I won’t be able to hold it much longer.”
You tangled your hands in his hair.
“Then, don’t, don’t hold back, fill me up again with your cum”
“Shit, is that what you want? Want me to give you another baby? I can give you all of my babies, sweetheart,” he smirked, feeling how you tightened around him after the mention of having another baby.
“Fuck yes, heeseung give me all of your kids” you clawed at his back, sure to leave marks behind in the morning.
He caressed your swollen bud to bring you to your climax even quicker.
“Harder, heeseung, please fuck me harder.”
“Oh god,” he felt himself twitch, and a few hard deep thrusts later, you were clenching on his cock nonstop. The sensitivity was overwhelming as you reached your high.
Not even a second later and he was filling you to the brim with his seed, spurt after spurt coated your pulsating walls as he stilled inside you.
He captured your lips in a messy heated kiss.
It wasn’t his intention, but the pleasure he felt was just too intense, and he was in such a vulnerable state. He’s never felt this close to anyone ever. His next words came out almost unknowingly.
“I love you y/n” he tiredly thrusts his hips into you, making sure to fill you up with everything he had to give. “I love you so much” he kissed your temple as you held him even tighter, wanting him to be closer than he already was.
You were shocked when you heard the words fall from his lips. It scared you to death to say it back.
The room fell silent. Only the sounds of his breath returning back to normal could be heard.
He was waiting, waiting for you to say it back.
But you never did, and his heart broke into a million little pieces.
He pecked your lips one last time before pulling out of you hesitantly. He put his underwear on and searched for the rest of his clothes. You sat there silently watching him.
He swallowed the lump in his throat and buttoned his shirt back as slow as possible, one button at a time.
He locked the buckle to his belt, dragging out every last move he made, hoping you would say it back.
“Where are you going?” Your voice cracked as you tried to speak.
“Home,” he answered plainly, trying to stop his voice from quivering but failed.
“It’s really late. Why don’t you spend the night and go back in the morning?”
“I don’t have any clothes here, and I’d have to leave early to go home and then to work, so it’s best I leave now” he walked over to you on the bed and stroked your stomach like he always did before he left. “daddy will be back before you know it little one,” he said those same words every time he left, for him he was making a promise to you and the baby, that he would always come back. But this time, it was just a bit harder for him to feel like keeping that promise.
“Heeseung, please stay” you grabbed his hand.”
“Why should I?”
Even though you were scared, you couldn’t think of anyone else you’d rather try with. He was the father of your child, and he did everything he said he would. If you had to let your guard down for anyone, he was definitely that person.
“Because I love you too” he made eye contact with you for the first time since he got out of your bed.
“Are you sure? Cause it just doesn’t seem that way.”
“I’m sure. I’m just scared. I keep having these thoughts of you leaving us for someone else or just disappearing with the baby is born. I just didn’t want to get my hopes up, but it was impossible not to fall in love with you. When you took care of me and our baby, it broke my heart to see how much you’ve gone through for us, and I’m sorry for shutting you out for so long. I’m ashamed of the way I treated you, But now I just want to give you the love you deserve.”
He grabbed your hand and cupped your cheek, making you look up at him.
“Look at me. I’m not going anywhere. I promise you two girls are my world. There’s nothing I’d trade you for. I would never leave you. And don’t be ashamed I’d be scared if I were you too. Heck, you have no idea how worried I was in the beginning. My parents don’t support me. I had to drop out of school and get a job, but I made it work cause I wanted us to work. I didn’t tell you any of this cause I didn’t want to stress you out even more than you already were, I felt terrible that I couldn’t be there for you, but I made a promise to myself that I’d do any and everything in my power to keep you both safe and healthy. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. There’s no need to worry cause you’ll always have me.”
He wiped the tears that had run down your cheek.
“Heeseung, thank you for everything. I don’t know where I’d be without you. And I love you so much.”
You pulled him into a hug.
“I love you so much too.”
“So, are you staying?” You dried up the stray tears on his cheek.
“Well, I don’t know. You made me get all dressed up again.”
You slapped his chest.
“Okay, maybe I could spend the night” he smiled at you pecking your lips sweetly. “But I really don’t have any spare clothes, and these are all sweaty from work,” he scrunched up his nose.
“Who said you needed any clothes?”
“Okay, I guess I’ll just sleep in my underwear then” he got up and undressed himself again.
“Who said anything about sleep?”
“O-oh, oh,” and for the first time, you saw him blush when he realized what you meant.
“Don’t get all shy on me now. A couple of minutes ago, you were promising me more babies, and now you’re backing down?”
“Who said anything about backing down?” He cocked his eyebrow.
“That’s more like it, now stop running your mouth and fuck me.”
“Y/n! Not in front of our baby.”
“Sorry, you rolled your eyes “get over here and make love to me, better?”
“Much better”
neither of you had sex since you found out the news of being pregnant. And let’s just say you made up for all the lost time. In just one night.
-
You woke up the next day to heeseung getting dressed. This is what you dreaded the most, watching him leave. Every time he left, it felt like your heart was breaking.
“Oh, hi sweetheart, now that you’re awake, I can say bye” he laid next to you in bed.
“I hate when you leave” now that you revealed your feelings for him you could finally say what was on your mind.
“Me too. But when the baby gets here, we will have more time together” he rubbed your stomach.
“I hope so” you rested your hand over his.
“I know so, I’m getting a raise soon, and I’ve already saved up about twenty thousand dollars so far, and when our little girl finally gets here, I’ll have almost double that”
“Come again?”
“Sweetheart, let’s just say I’ve been working a lot,” he laughed.
“I wish I could help you. I’m just laid up in bed doing nothing,” you sighed.
“I don’t want to hear such nonsense from you ever again” his voice was stern. “You call giving me the greatest gift nothing? Besides, you’re the prettiest when you lay on your back. easy and accessible” he winked at you.
“Not in front of our baby,” you mimicked his tone.
“Okay, okay, well, mommy and baby, daddy has to go now, oh and I made you breakfast. I didn’t know what you liked, so there’s coffee in the pot and juice in the fridge” he put on his suit jacket and shoes.
“And you?”
“I eat at work, remember?” Even though he really didn’t, he was more stressed than he was letting on, but he kept it to himself cause he didn't want you to worry.
“Right” he kissed your forehead and tummy one last time.
“But thank you for asking, sweetheart” he was halfway out of the door before he ran back inside and kissed you once last time. “Bye, I love you.”
“I love you more, now go before you’re late” you almost had to push him off of you.
For the first time since he started coming over, it wasn’t all too bad seeing him leave cause you knew he was coming back.
“Let's go eat breakfast, little one.”
-
The rest of your pregnancy was going by in the blink of an eye. Heeseung was there with you every step of the way, just like he promised. However, you didn’t like seeing him come over every day looking completely exhausted.
He kept reassuring you that he was fine, but you could tell he wasn’t.
“Babe? Are you sure you’re doing okay?”
He was just staring off into space, not paying attention to the world around him.
“Babe? Baby? Heeseung?!” You shook his body a little.
“What? What is it? What’s wrong?” He looked at you with a worried look on his face.
“I asked if you’re okay.”
“I already told you, for the last time, I’m fine. I don’t know why you have to keep bothering me” he got out of bed. “Can you not tell that I’m fine?”
You couldn’t. Dark eye bags, pale skin, he wasn’t that big, to begin with, but even his weight had dropped significantly, and he was always irritated.
“Yeah, perfectly fine, I won’t bother you anymore.” you laid down and ignored him.
He instantly regretted his reaction towards you.
“Baby, please don’t ignore me, you’re right.” He sighed and kneeled down next to the bed, “I’m sorry, I just don’t want you to worry about me. You’re the main focus right now and you could never be a bother to me.”
“I already know how you feel, but how am I not supposed to be worried about you?”
“You must really love me, don’t you?”
“So much” a few tears rolled down your cheeks.
“Aww, don’t cry. I hate it when you cry. I promise I’ll do better from now on, and you know I never break my promises, now stop crying, sweetheart, I’m gonna be okay. we’re gonna be okay.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“Pinky promise,” he intertwined his pinky with yours, “now sleep. You look like you're about to pass out” you wiped the rest of your tears.
“I know you’re a mom, but you’re not my mom so you can’t tell me what to do.”
“Don’t act like a child and I won’t.”
“I- you’re right,” he sighed in defeat, “good night, sweetheart, I love you.”
“I love you more,” and if he wasn’t so tired, he would have made you say it over and over again.
-
You woke up in the middle of the night. You felt a wet patch and liquid flowing out of you when you sat up. And it finally came to you. Your water had broke.
You instantly woke heeseung up from his sleep.
“What is it sweetheart?” He rubbed his eyes, looking at you.
“My water just broke,” you said a little too calmly for his liking.
“Your what?! We have to go now! Get up and go to the car! He stopped and looked at you “Wait! Don’t go to the car. I’ll take you to the car. Let me grab the bags.”
He threw the blankets off his body and jumped out of bed, grabbing all the bags he had packed for the hospital in case you went into labor soon.
“Where are the keys? He mutters to himself, patting down his pockets.
“On the nightstand, babe” you just sat there and watched him go through his little crisis.
“Thank you, sweetheart” he snatched them up loaded the car, and drove off. He pulled out his phone and called you, “honey, am I forgetting something? Cause I feel like I’m forgetting something.”
You moved the phone away from your ear so he wouldn’t hear you laughing. “Umm, I think so. There should be something or someone rather, in the passenger seat.”
He felt like a complete idiot. How could he forget the reason he was leaving to begin with, “oh my god! Baby, I’m so sorry. I’m coming back inside to get you.”
You ended the call and held your stomach laughing hysterically.
He came rushing back into the bedroom.
“This is no laughing matter, sweetheart. You’re about to go into labor. We have to go now!”
“Heeseung, it’s not that serious. It’s not like I’m in pain or anything.”
“You’re not?” He picked you up and carried you to the car with your hands wrapped around his neck.
“No, at least not yet.”
“We should still leave. That baby could pop out any minute” he scratched the back of his neck, feeling stupid for his erratic behavior.
Luckily, it was a pretty short drive to the hospital. He was a little more coordinated this time. He took you inside and got you checked into a room, and left to grab your bags.
Now it was just the waiting game.
Soon enough, you began feeling intense contractions. Heeseung stayed by your side the whole time, holding your hand, he wanted to do something to make your pain go away, but he knew he couldn’t.
With a few more contractions, pushes, and heavy breaths featuring a river full of heeseung’s tears, your baby girl was finally here.
“Can I hold her?” Heeseung asked in a voice barely above a whisper. After they cut the umbilical cord, He reached out to grab her tiny body. As soon as she was in his arms, she started crying. “Aww, it’s okay baby, it’s me, it’s daddy” her cries died down as she began sucking on her thumb.
He looked over at you to see you already staring at him “you did it!” he kissed your forehead.
“We did it” you smile at him feeling exhausted.
“Wanna go say hi to mommy?” He placed her in your hands gently. Sitting in a chair next to your bed.
“She has your eyes, so shiny and beautiful.”
“She does, doesn’t she?” He said while looking fondly at the both of you.
“So, what are we going to name her?”
“I was thinking crystal,” he said shyly.
“Why crystal?
“Never mind. It’s dumb. What did you have in mind?”
“Babe, come on, I’m sure it’s not dumb, go ahead and tell me.”
“It’s just crystals are known for healing and creating a positive atmosphere, so I just thought that would be the perfect name for her,” he tells you.
“I think that crystal is a beautiful name.”
“You think so?”’
You nodded, watching her sucking on her little thumb, “crystal it is,” you looked up at heeseung, watching his lips curve up into that perfect smile of his.
You spent the night in the hospital just to make sure everything was fine. The next day you both went home and got everything set up for your newborn.
Well, heeseung did anyways, insisting that you should rest more.
Later that night, heeseung laid down with you on the bed, holding baby crystal in his arms. He couldn’t keep his hands off her.
“You’re hogging her all to yourself, babe,” you pouted.
“Hogging? Do you even want to go there with me right now? You literally carried her for almost nine months, and you’re talking about hogging, baby, I hate to tell you this, but your mommy has some loose screws,” he said in a cute voice rubbing his nose on her tiny face.
“I do not,” you gasped, pretending to be offended.
“Fine, you can take her.”
He pulled out his phone to snap some pictures of you two.
“The two most beautiful girls in the whole world” he set the picture as his Lock Screen and Home Screen right after he took it.
“And they just so happened to be accompanied by the most handsome man in the world.”
“I’d say sexy, but I suppose handsome is good for now.”
“Never mind, I take it back.”
“Nope. No take backs” he kissed your cheek.
“Actually, I have something even better.”
“Hmm?” He looked at you with curious eyes.
“To me, you’re the most handsomest sexiest, hottest lovable person on earth.”
“Stop it,” he whined.
“And with the biggest,” he quickly covered your mouth.
“Y/n! what’s the matter with you!?” He was shocked that you were even about to say something like that. Well, outside of being intimate anyways.
“What? I was just going to say with the biggest heart ever. Why? What were you thinking of? Wait, don’t tell me," he twiddle his thumbs while blushing, “wow, you really are a kinky, aren’t you?”
“I’m not” he buried his face in his pillow. You decided that was enough teasing for the night.
-
5 years had already passed since you had your little one. And just like heeseung promised, he spent more time with the both of you. He was there for crystals first words, her first steps, and even rubbed it in your face when she would pick him over you.
Everything was perfect.
Until the past few months, he always came home late. Oh yeah, he moved in with you shortly after crystal was born cause of the convenience of it. Plus, it was closer to his job.
But something just wasn’t sitting right with you, he always said he would work late, but one time you called his job cause you were feeling particularly anxious that day, and they said he had already left. You really wanted to trust him, but how could you when he was obviously lying to you.
Some nights you’d stay up late waiting for him, others sleeping on the couch or crying yourself to sleep.
“Mommy, wheres daddy?” Crystal approached you on the couch tugging at your shirt.
“Daddy is just working late, that’s all” you lied to her just like he lied to you, but what could you tell her? You didn’t even know where he was. Maybe he just got tired of you both. Those same doubts from when you were first pregnant came flooding your mind just like they did years ago.
“but I want daddy to tuck me in,” she pouted.
“I know, baby, I’m sure he’ll be here soon,” you decided to call him.
“Babe?”
“Talk to me, sweetheart.”
“Crystal wants you to tuck her in. Where are you?”
You could hear him sigh over the line.
“Honey, I’m really busy with work, but I’ll be over as soon as possible” he was already making his way to the car while he was on the phone.
“Okay, see you soon?”
“Yes, you will, baby. Bye, I love you more than words can even describe”
You couldn’t help but chuckle.
“I love you more” you hung up the call, hoping he’d come over.
“Is daddy coming?
“He’s on his way, baby” you distracted her with her favorite toys, and soon enough, heeseung arrived.
“Daddy!” Crystal ran to him, immediately hugging his leg.
“There she is! Look at you. You’re getting so big” he picked her up in his arms. “And heavy,” he groaned.
“Did you miss daddy?” She nodded her head as a yes. “I missed you more. Does mommy talk about me when I’m gone?”
“No, mommy just cries a lot” you avoided eye contact with him.
He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. He was definitely going to talk to you later, but not in front of crystal.
“Come on, daddy’s gonna tuck you in” he exited the room and came back a while later, somehow tucking in turned into reading a whole bedtime story, but he didn’t mind it one bit.
As soon as you heard the door to her room shut, you started to panic.
What am i going to tell him?
“So, sweetheart, what is this I hear about you crying?”
“I just miss you, that’s all” how could you be mad at him for lying, and you were lying to him yourself.
“Honey, you can’t really lie to me, you know. I’ve known you for six years. Just tell me what’s on your mind.”
“Please, don’t hate me” he looked at you with confusion written on his face.
“How could I ever hate you? Just tell me what’s wrong, yeah?”
“I'm worried that there’s someone else. I mean, you come home late and barely answer my calls. I called your job one time when you were late, and they said you weren’t there.”
“So you don’t trust me anymore? What is a relationship without trust?”
You just looked down, feeling guilty.
“I can’t believe you’d think so low of me” he wanted to tell you the truth so bad, but he couldn’t let you on to what he’s been planning.
“It’s not you. I think low of, I just figured maybe you’re bored of me, I don’t look the way I used to, and now that crystal is old enough to do things on her own, I just thought maybe you’d leave”
“Y/n, you’re breaking my heart right now. How could I ever get bored of you? You make me so happy. Just seeing you both every day makes my heart feel so content, and watching you being such a good mother makes me want to give you the world cause you deserve it and so much more and don’t even get me started on your appearance.
He grabbed your hand and made you stand up, “yep, that’s my girl, look at you” he gripped your waist, trailing his hands up and down your sides. He kissed your shoulder and reached in front of you, rubbing your stomach and making his way towards your breast’s, squeezing them softly.
He pressed his body into your backside, and you could feel his hard on.
“I know you feel that,” he whispered in your ear, and you felt shivers run down your spine. “Even after all these years, I could still cum in my pants at the mere sight of you,” he took a deep breath while rubbing himself against you.
“Heeseung,” you moaned.
“Sweetheart, let’s have another, please?”
You knew how bad he’s been wanting another baby, and you really wanted to give him one.
You turned around and pressed your lips against his giving him the green light.
“Jump” you jumped wrapping your legs around his waist.
Just when he was about to take you to the bedroom, crystal came out of her room, rubbing her tired eyes.
“Daddy, what are you doing to mommy?” He set you back on the ground gently.
He stared at you and panicked. His whole face flushed red while he stammered, trying to make up an excuse.
“You see, baby, when a man loves a-“ you turned to him, eyes nearly bulging out of your head. Was he really going to have “the talk” with a 5 year old.?
“What are you doing?” You whispered shouted.
“I don’t know. Do you have a better idea?”
“Baby, he was just tucking mommy in. You know how daddy tucks you in sometimes?” She nodded her tiny head.
You gave heeseung the eye for him to play along.
“Yup, I was just tucking mommy in,”
“Why is daddy turning red? And why is daddy acting weird?”
You turned around to look at him smirking.
He shook his head, signaling you not to.
“Well, baby, daddy is just weird.”
his jaw was practically on the ground, but he knew it was payback for all the times he teased you.
“Come on, baby, back to bed” you carried her in your arms and tucked her back in.
“How am I weird?” He asked when you got back from her room.
“You’re not. But it’s just so easy to tease you.”
“Well, I guess we’re even now.”
“I'd say so, now let’s finish what you started” you kissed him on the lips and led him to the bedroom.
It wasn’t even minutes before you were both completely naked and roaming all over each other’s bodies.
“Do you remember how we did it when we first met?”
“I actually don’t” you lied to get a reaction from him.
“O-oh, umm, never mind then,” and after all these years of being with him, you could tell whenever he lowered his tone just in the slightest, he was upset about something.
He gave you the perfect reaction. So why not tease him more?
“If it was special, I might have remembered” you sat on top of him, tracing his pecs with your index finger.
“It wasn’t special to you?” The sadness in his tone even more evident.
You sunk down on his cock, taking him by surprise. A loud gasp escaping him.
“Of course, I remember. How could I forget my first time, especially with someone as perfect as you.”
“So you think you’re funny n-now?” He moaned feeling feeling his tip in the deepest part of you.
His head tipped back, and you zeroed in on his neck, sucking on it and leaving dark marks everywhere your lips touched.
“I thought so,” you continued sucking on his neck down to his shoulders.
“Please just fuck me already,” he mewled out. It had been just a bit too long since he last had you, even though it hadn’t been a week yet.
“I’ve got you, baby” you rested your hands on his chest, starting out slowly, but it was just too slow for him.
“Sweetheart, you know I love taking my time with you. but tonight, I really just can’t wait.”
You lifted yourself all the way up and sunk back down on his hard pulsing cock, riding him as fast as you could.
“Oh y/n, that’s it. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop” he was moaning continuously, and you were worried that crystal might hear.
You guided his face to your chest, and he instantly latched his mouth on your nipple while you bounced up and down on him.
Usually, he was always very dominant in bed. But having him under you and moaning so loud was a side you would definitely like to see more often from him.
“Fuck, sweetheart, still so tight, just like the first time.”
You were already starting to get tired, but there was no way you were stopping when you felt him twitching inside you.
And his soft whimpers of how good you felt only made you ride him harder.
“And you’re still just as perfect as the first time” you moved his bangs away from his forehead, admiring how beautiful he looked under you.
He looked at you completely mesmerized, his eyes wide and shiny, and his mouth parted slightly as he focused on your beautiful face and the pleasure you were giving to him.
It was only when he placed his thumb on your clit that you felt your orgasm approaching. He rolled your nipple between his fingers, caressing the hardened bud. At the same time, his mouth worked on your other one.
He could already feel you clenching down on him. It was only a matter of time before your orgasm washed over you.
“Heeseung!” You dropped your head on his shoulder as your whole body shook with pleasure.
You didn’t slow down. If anything, you rode him faster, wanting him to cum with you. The sound of skin slapping could be heard all throughout the room, mixed with profanities and loud moans of each other’s names.
“Fuck, y/n, that’s it, I’m gonna cum. I’m g-gonna cum” after the words breathlessly left his lips, you could feel him pumping his seed deep inside of you.
“That’s right, baby, give me all of your cum”
The warmth of him filling you up had you reaching your second orgasm, squeezing his cock uncontrollably, milking him of all his release. Making sure none was wasted.
You rode out his high a little longer before collapsing on his chest,
“You’re going to look so sexy carrying our second baby.” he took a deep breath and rubbed your back soothingly. Once you could feel your legs again, you pried yourself away from his sticky body.
As soon as he lifted you up and pulled out, he watched a mix of yours and his cum leaking from your hole and down his cock, some of it coating his balls and dripping down to stain the sheets.
He bit his lip to control his moans. The sight had him turned on all over again.
Just when you were about to get up and go to the bathroom, he called out to you.
“Wait! Maybe we should go for a round two, just to make sure” he looked at you sheepishly. And the twitching of his cock didn’t go unnoticed by you.
“Fine, just to make sure, but you’re on top this time.”
“Say no more, sweetheart,” later that night. You learned that round two was actually code for all night and morning.
-
A week had passed, and he was finally finished with his project.
He felt so bad for lying. But it was just a little white lie, he hated the fact it made you sad that he was gone all the time, but it would all be over soon.
He was working with someone to get a custom engagement ring made, so technically, it wasn’t a lie. He was still working, just working in a different building with different people.
Finally, after so long, he was able to get everything set up. He wanted to make everything perfect for you.
He woke you up extra early.
“Honey, wake up. I have a surprise for you.” He caressed your cheek.
You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and glared at him.
“Are you crazy? It’s 7 in the morning.”
“And? You should be up by now anyway, hurry up and get ready while I make crystal something to eat, and don’t you dare give me that look ever again.”
“Fine,” you threw off your covers and went to the bathroom.
Once you were finally done, you saw heeseung and crystal playing with toys in the living room.
“Look! Mommy decided to show, after all, baby,”
“Heeseung, I’m really not in the mood right now.”
He ran up to you and grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the door.
“Well, too bad, get in the mood. I have a lot planned for us today. Can I get a good morning kiss first?”
“No.”
“Fine, then we just won’t go.” He folded his arms acting like a kid.
“Good,” you started to walk back to your room. He quickly blocked your path.
“Y/n, come on, just one kiss” he puckered his lips, waiting for your kiss.
You pecked his cheek,
“Happy now? Let’s just go, please.”
“But it wasn’t on the lips” you couldn’t help but smile at how cute he was being.
You grabbed him by his collar, pressing him against the wall and kissing him, you bit down on his lip a little, and he gasped. You used the opportunity to stick your tongue in his mouth and devour him whole. He struggled to keep up with you from the sudden action as tiny little moans escaped him.
You pulled away, leaving him utterly breathless.
“Can we go now?
He touched his lips with the tips of his fingers.
“Y-yes, we can go” his felt the heat rise to his cheeks. “Oh my god,” he cupped his face with his hands.
“Hee? Are you coming or not?” You smiled at him from the doorway, it was so cute how flustered he got whenever you would kiss him.
“Coming,” he quickly followed after you.
-
Everything might have gone fine if he didn’t have you blindfolded the whole way there.
“Are we almost there yet?”
“Honey, just be patient, and we’re actually here now.”
“So, I can take this off?”
“Not just yet” he got out of the car and led you and crystal into a tiny wooded area.
He tweaked a few more things, and then he was ready. He patted his pocket just to make sure he had the ring. He placed his hand on his chest, trying to calm his heart, but it was no use. Whenever you were around, it was impossible for his heart rate to be normal.
“Okayyyyy open!” He took both of your blindfolds off and let your eyes adjust.
You let out a sound of utter shock. You couldn’t believe your eyes. You stood in front of a bubble tent with lights decorating the whole exterior, pictures of you, him, and Crystal everywhere, accompanied by rose petals and a little table with some of your favorite snacks.
You didn’t say anything. You just hugged him as tightly as you possibly could. What did you ever do to deserve a man so perfect?
“Please, tell me you like it” he was starting to get a little nervous from your silence.
“I love it!”
“But not more than you love me, right?” He hugged you back.
“Of course not. I love you the most.”
“Crystal, isn’t daddy the best?” You didn’t notice she had already run off and started eating some of the chocolates inside the tent.
You both shared a laugh at her behavior. She was always so easily distracted.
“When did you do all this?”
“You know when I was working late?”
You nodded your head, already knowing where he was going with this.
“I was planning this the whole time. I’m sorry I came home so late. but it was the only free time I had.”
“Don’t be sorry. I should be sorry for ever doubting you.”
“It’s okay. I also have one more surprise” he got down on one knee.
And the tears had already started to fall not just from your eyes but his as well.
“Y/n, I know we did everything completely backwards, but somehow everything just seemed to fall into place, we had ups and downs, but we got through them together as a team. I would have never been able to come this far without you. You and crystal are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Thank you for making me a proud father of our baby girl. You both changed me for the better. You made me happy when I was sad, you were there for me when no one else was, you loved me unconditionally, and I can’t thank you enough for that. I know I’m not perfect, but I promise you that I’ll always try my absolute best cause you deserve it. And I can’t think of any other way I want to spend the rest of my life than with you by my side, so y/n m/n l/n will you marry me?”
“Yes! heeseung, oh my god, yes, yes, yes,” you squealed while he stood up and slipped the ring on your finger.
He lifted you up and spun you around, Placing a kiss on your lips. “I love you so, so much” he sat you down.
“I love you more. You said you’re not perfect, but in my eyes, you’re absolutely flawless. I’m so happy to be yours, and I’m so proud of you for taking up such responsibility. You are a great father, and I know you’re going to be an even better husband.”
“Thank you for saying that it means so much to me” he rested his head on yours, eyes closed, just enjoying the moment.
He stroked the ring on your finger.
“And look, honey, I got three diamonds in the middle, one to represent each of us and both of our initials on the side.”
“You’re so thoughtful. I love it so much baby. How is it possible for me to love you more and more each day?”
“I think the better question is, how did I ever get so lucky to have you in my life each day?”
“When we met at a theater, and I spilled all of my popcorn,” you smiled, remembering the night like it was just yesterday.
“And I told you to clean it up,” he laughed. “I don’t know what was wrong with me back then.”
“What was wrong with you? What about me? There was definitely something not right with the both of us” you laughed along with him.
“Well, maybe wrong, is just our right” he smiled and grabbed your hand leading you inside the tent.
You both joined crystal in the tent and ate the snacks he prepared while talking about all the memories you had together.
“You know, I never told you this, but the first night we met, I actually ran to the parking lot to search for you, but you were already gone.”
Your ears perked up.
“Really? Why?”
“Cause I think deep down inside, I already knew I was madly in love with you.”
“Eww, daddy’s being weird again.”
“Crystal stop it,” you said sternly but broke out into a fit of laughter seconds later.
“Why are you both so mean? All I’ve ever done is love you, and this is the thanks I get?” He pouted.
“Aww, don’t be sad, baby. You know just how much I love you.”
Crystal just shook her head and ignored you both, running outside the tent to play in the grass and enjoy the beautiful weather.
“I think I have an idea. Seeing how you gave yourself up to me so easily all those years ago, you practically begged me for it” he bit his lip, watching your demeanor change instantly.
“Why are you so perverted all the time? Is that all it’s about for you is sex?” You looked at him with a fake disgusted expression.
“Like you didn’t know that when you met me. and you say that as if you’re not the same girl who so eagerly rode me in a theater and begged for me to cum ins-“
“Okay! I think that’s enough going down memory lane. For now”
“Are you sure cause I think there’s a few bits and pieces that I left out”
“Do you mean the part where you came in your pants, and I barely even touched you?”
“Can you blame me? Just look at you. Plus, you’re the one who said it was, and I quote, “the hottest thing ever.” he popped a chocolate into his mouth.
“Whatever”
“Just come over here and cuddle with me. You’re too far away. and I want to feed you.”
“Okay,” you lay next to him and he wrapped his arm around you, you both looked at the sky, pointing out clouds that were shaped like animals and even one that resembled a heart like shape. He stole kisses here and there and never forgot to mention how lucky he was to have you in his life.
If anyone had told you this was how your life would end up after six years, you wouldn’t have believed them. It just sounded too good to be true. But here you were with the love of your life and your precious daughter, making even more unforgettable memories.
Oh, and did I forget to mention another baby was on the way?
The future held so much for you both. But you and heeseung took your time and didn’t rush anything cause you could only live one day at a time, and there was no need to. Time already passed quickly enough when you were with the ones you truly loved.
-
Nine months later and you were going into labor again but with twins this time. Heeseung was ecstatic about having twins. There was something about you and babies he just couldn’t seem to get enough of,
It felt like deja vu getting up In the middle of the night and waking up heeseung, your now husband of five months.
“Babe?” You shook him awake.
“Yes, honey?”
“I think I’m going into labor. My water just broke”
“Okay, he turned back on his side and closed his eyes. They immediately shot back open when he processed what you had just said. “Your water broke?!”
He jumped out of bed, scrambling to find his keys.
“The keys, the keys, where are the damn keys?!”
“Baby, they’re on the nightstand.”
“Thank you, honey” he flashed you the biggest smile and grabbed his overnight bags, he woke up crystal and headed out of the door with her in his arms.
“Daddy, where’s mommy?”
“Mommy is in her roo-“ and it finally dawned on him. You waited a few seconds for him to realize what he did. Sure enough, he was back inside looking at you.
“Sweetheart, I swear, I didn’t forget you this time” he swooped you up in his arms and carried you to the car.
“I believe you” you kissed his cheek as he buckled you in. He went to the driver's side, grabbing your hand and driving you both to the hospital.
“I love you so much, sweetheart.”
“I love you more.”
There was no way you would trade this life for anything. Sure, things were rocky in the beginning, but it all seemed to fall into place, just like heeseung said, and when he promised you the world, you knew he would give it to you cause he never broke his promises.
Who knew you’d find the love of your life, your husband, and the father of all three of your kids from spilling a bucket of popcorn.
The end ~
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Reid x fem!reader (previous relationship, broke up sometime after Emily died, takes place during and after season 7 episode 1, so there will be spoilers)
Y/N POV
“Seven months ago I made a decision that affected this team. As you all know Emily had lost a lot of blood after her fight with Doyle. But the doctors were able to stabilise her. And she was air lifted from Boston to Bethesda under a covert ex filtration. Her identity was strictly need to know.” Hotch spoke to the room.
“She’s alive,” Pen asked in shock.
“But we buried her.” Spencer said confused.
“As I said I take full responsibility for the decision. If anyone has any issues they should be directed towards me.”
“Any issues? Yeah I got issues” Morgan said in a mixture of shock and anger.
Just then you saw Emily walk in… alive.
“Oh my….god,” you said under your breath. You looked over at Morgan he looked just if not more shocked than you. He had been there when Emily had been attacked.
“I am so sorry. I really am. Not a day went by that I didn’t want to … Really I. You didn’t deserve that. And I’m so sorry” Emily said.
Everyone was getting up and hugging her. You briefly meet eyes with Spencer and he looked surprised. The only other person besides Hotch that didn’t look surprised was JJ… had she known? Did she help get Emily out and into hiding? You gave Emily a very tight hug.
“I missed you so much” she whispered in your ear.
“I missed you more” you whispered back.
“There’s so much I want to tell you guys, and I will I promise. But right now I really want to know what’s going on with Declan.” Emily said.
-
Your mind still was reeling from the fact that Emily was alive and with you all again. The last seven months had been an emotional rollercoaster. You had buried one of your own teammates, you had cried for what had felt like days and had to deal with the fact the team downsized. Spencer had begun to pull away about a month afterwards until one day you had enough and confronted him about it.
“Have a good evening at JJ’s?” You asked from where you were sitting on his couch not looking up from the book you had been reading.
“What are you doing here?” He asked closing the door with a thud and kicking off his shoes
“Seriously?” you asked putting a bookmark in the book before closing it and placing it on the coffee table.
“Yeah… it’s late. What are you doing here?”
“Waiting for you,” you said looking at him, had he really forgotten that the two of you had made plans to stay in tonight and watch something?
“Why?”
“Because we had plans Spencer. This is the third time you’ve bailed on me and each time it’s because you’ve been at JJ’s.” you said getting up from the couch and coming face to face with him.
“We have plans for Wednesday. Anyway JJ has been helping me with dealing with the loss of Emily”
“Today is Wednesday Spencer. I tried calling you but you didn’t pick up your phone. I was worried about you, I didn’t know where you were or if something happened to you, if you were hurt. The only reason how I knew where you were was because JJ called after you left and asked if everything was ok,because she had overheard our plans the other day. Anyway it’s late, I cooked it’s on your counter in some containers if want to heat it up.” You said grabbing your bag and heading for the door.
“Where are you going?” Spencer said grabbing your wrist.
“I’m going home. Like I said it’s late, I’ll see you at work in the morning”
“Please stay. I.. I’m sorry I got the days mixed up. Just please stay the night y/n, you can borrow my old shirt from MIT. We could still watch something or I could read to you. Just please stay.” He spoke grabbing your elbow and slowing you as you opened the door, you froze he sounded so sad and tired and your heart ached whenever you heard him like that all you wanted to do was turn around and hold him in your arms. You closed the door and turned around and faced him.
“Why don’t you talk to me?” You asked trying not to sound desperate and frustrated.
“Talk to you about what?” He asked he sounded genuinely confused, for a genius he really could be an idiot at times.
“About Emily, about how her loss has affected you. I’m right here, why do you go to JJ and not me” you say with tears in your eyes. You had stood there waiting for his answer for what felt like an eternity…
He never answered your question he had just stood there looking at you as you shook your head and left his apartment saying you’d see him in the morning in a defeated tone. A week later Spencer had broken up with you, he hadn’t given you a proper excuse. All he had said was that it wasn’t working anymore and that you just didn’t understand his friendship with JJ. It had been awkward at first for you, but for Spencer, it was as if nothing had ever happened between the two of you he completely ignored your existence unless you were paired together on a case, which didn’t happen often as you would work with Rossi most of the time. But when the team downsized this was harder to do. You spent most of your time out of the office with Penelope who had taken in Emily’s cat.
“Y/N? You ok?” Garcia asked pulling you from your thoughts.
“Why wouldn’t I be Pen? Emily is alive” you said
“You’ve been staring at that paper for ages,” she said pointing to the document in front of you a list of names Doyle had given Emily. A list of names of people who Declan’s mum, Chole and McDermott might give Declan to for money. The next question was where would McDermott and Chole escape and how. You hoped Emily would be able to get the information out of Doyle.
“Right, I think I’m going to get a coffee to try and wake up a bit.” You said shaking your head and yawning “maybe the caffeine will help”. You entered the small kitchenette and saw Spencer pouring himself a mug of coffee. Even though it had been months since he had broken up with you your heart still leapt out of your chest whenever you saw him.
“There enough for one more cup?” You asked slowly walking over and grabbing a mug from the cupboard.
“Uhh… yeah here,” he said handing you the pot.
“Thanks,” you said taking it from him.
“So…” he started
“Did you know?” You asked putting the coffee pot down after filling up your mug.
“That Emily was alive? No” he interrupted
“No.. not that. Your face when she walked it made it pretty obvious that you didn’t. No I was wondering if you knew Morgan never stopped looking for Doyle and Declan” you asked opening the fridge to get some milk.
“Ohh… that. No I had no idea” he said handing you some caramel syrup that you always put in your coffee.
“How.. how have you been?” He asked nervously
“Don’t act like you suddenly care Spencer. It’s hurtful. And you are many things and hurtful is not one of them.” You reply putting the caramel syrup back.
“I do care,” he said
“Right, well you have a funny way of showing it.” You spoke a little harsher than you had intended but with the stress of the case, you didn’t care. Just then Emily came in.
“We have a lead.” Emily said.
“You’ve found where Chole is headed?” Reid asked.
“Possibly but we need to move fast. Meet down in the garage as soon as you can we are going to the airfield” Emily said leaving the two of you alone again.
Nodding your head you put your coffee mug down and began heading out of the kitchenette. Spencer grabbed your elbow.
“What!?” You snapped
“Can we talk?”
“Now? Are you serious? A kid is missing and there are at least two murderers on the run. And you think now is a good time to talk?” You speak just above a whisper
“I meant after… after we save Declan and catch Chole and McDermott. Can we talk then?” He said staring into your eyes.
“Fine. But you’re buying the coffee” you said.
“Deal,” he said letting go of your arm.
REID POV
They had just left the meeting in front of the Senate Committee to answer questions about Doyle and everyone was heading home. He was standing at the bottom of the steps outside of the building waiting for her. She was talking to Penelope about something, the light breeze causing the skirt of her dress to dance in the wind a little. He was watching her laugh at something, he missed being the one to make her laugh. He missed their late-night talks about shows, movies and books. He missed everything about her.
“Why did you break up with her Reid?” Emily said coming from his side.
“Huh?” He shook his head turning to face her.
“Y/n. I asked her what was going on between the two of you after Doyle. She said that you guys had broken up. I asked her why and she said to ask you because you were the one to end it.”
“Oh. She told you that?” He said looking back up at her and Penelope.
“Yeah, Reid look the two of you… you’re perfect together. I’ve never seen two people be a better fit, you complete each other. I just don’t understand what happened” Emily said.
“You died Em. And then she almost got shot on a case a month afterwards. Everything got too real.” Reid said
“And you broke up with her because… you didn’t want to get hurt” Emily
“Yeah.. something like that. I’ve been trying to figure out for months how to talk to her. And with you coming back. I figured now or never because…”
“It’s better to try than ponder what could have been. And what better excuse to use than the fact that someone coming back from the dead?” Emily finished for him
“Yeah.. we’re going for coffee. I just hope she will hear me out” Reid said as he saw y/n and Penelope say their goodbyes.
“I’ll leave you to it, Reid. Just… be gentle with her when explaining ok. And let her take her time digesting what you tell her.” Emily said as she left. I’ll wait for as long as I have to. She is worth waiting for. He thought to himself as she walked down the steps to meet with him.
“So.. you still good for that coffee and talk?” He asked
“Yeah. I stick to plans that I make. Unless something else comes up then I let the person know ahead of time” she replied. He knew exactly what she was referring to, he had missed three of their dates because he had gone to JJ’s because he was missing Emily and he didn’t know what to do. Thinking back he had not been that great of a boyfriend that last month.
“So which coffee shop did you want to got to then? There’s that nice one around the corner”
“The one with the book store attached to it?” She asked.
“Yeah… or we could go somewhere else if you want,” he said, knowing that had been one of their favourite places to go together when they had a day off.
“No… it’s ok. It’s been a while since I’ve been there” she smiled
With that, they headed over to the coffee shop. Once they got there y/n went to find them a table while he went and got their order. He found her sitting at one of the corner tables waiting for him. He took the seat across from her and handed her a mug and a pastry he had gotten for her.
“Thanks,” she said
“I wasn’t sure if you were hungry after all that questioning.” Reid said
“Like I could say no to a pain au chocolate” she smiled, it wasn’t the same one she used to give him but it was a start. “So you wanted to talk.” She said taking a sip of her drink.
“I owe you an apology and a better explanation,” Reid said. She placed her mug down and looked him in the eyes.
“Go on,” she said
“The explanation I gave you then… it was a shitty one.” He said
“That’s for sure. I just don’t understand why you couldn’t be honest with me if you weren’t happy with the relationship anymore or with me” she said looking down
“That’s … that’s not why. How could you even think that? Of course, I was happy.” He said slowly reaching for her hand and taking it in his. She pulled her hand away.
“Then why break up with me. Why leave me to deal with the grief of losing Em alone. You broke my heart. I … thought you loved me… I thought we would be together forever, Spencer.” She said
“I did it because I love you.” Spencer said
“Clearly not enough to tell me the truth. That month between Em and you breaking up with me, it felt like your were spending more time with JJ than with me. And before you say anything, I know how close the two of you are and that she is one of your closest friends. But Spencer I was your girlfriend, I thought you would at least talk to me or say that you needed to speak with other people to get through whatever it was that you were going through. But I guess I thought more of what our relationship meant than you did.” she said wiping a tear from her eye
“That’s not fair or true” Spencer replied
“Then enlighten me Spencer. Give me a real reason why you ended things. Or why only now are you wanting to talk to me. Because for months you’ve been acting like nothing ever happened between us or that I even exist.”
“I…” Spencer looked down at his mug of coffee.
“Look you’re the one that wanted to talk. So talk because if you are just going to waste my time then I’m going to leave.” She said. A few moments passed, and he heard her sigh and push her chair back to leave.
“It was easier for me… to ignore you and not acknowledge you. Because… I didn’t think I could handle being so close to you and not being with you.” Spencer said finally looking back up. She sat back down and moved the chair back to the small table. She took another sip of her drink and took a bite of her pastry.
“Ok so you ignored me because it was to difficult to be around me. But why break up with me then. Why say it wasn’t working anymore?” She asked
“Because I thought… I thought that would be a good explanation. Just enough for you not to push for more answers and possibly angry enough to not want to talk to me for a while” Spencer said looking at his untouched coffee he took a sip before continuing. “Really it was a selfish excuse. But I felt I couldn’t tell you the real reason because then …” Spencer said his voice cracking.
“Because then what?”
“You would see how weak I was or refuse to listen and stay with me”
“Spencer you are not weak.” She replied taking another bite of her pastry.
“You don’t understand”
“I’m trying to Spencer. But you are not making sense, you still haven’t actually explained why”
“I’m trying too… I just don’t know how to explain it without sounding like an idiot” He said. He saw how she closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths before returning her gaze to him, she was getting frustrated and was trying her best not to get angry and yell. He had seen her do that countless times on cases.
“Spencer, please I can’t take this anymore, the not knowing why. The questioning of everything I had ever done or said to try and figure out why you would break up with me” She said tears collecting in her eyes.
“I was scared” Reid confessed
“You were scared? Of what” she asked finishing up her drink.
“After Emily, I didn’t want to lose anyone else. It’s just that anyone who is close to me leaves, dies or gets hurt. And when you almost got shot on that case …”
“You broke up with me because you didn’t want to see me get hurt. But Spencer getting hurt is an occupational hazard with our job. You know that better than most of us”
“I know it’s not entirely rational but I just couldn’t risk loosing you.” He said looking down at his drink. She leaned forward and took his hand in hers and gave it a quick squeeze.
“Love makes us act irrationally” she smiled.
He squeezed her hand back and looked at her as she wiped the tears out of her eyes. Before she looked at her watch and frowned.
“What is it? Do you have somewhere else to be?” He asked nervously not wanting to say goodbye to her just yet when they were finally talking about everything.
“No… it’s just I hadn’t realised the time. I was planning on cooking some spaghetti bolognaise tonight and reorganise a few things. But … the reorganising can wait. But if I want to eat dinner at a decent hour I might have to head off soon.” She said looking back at him.
“You’re cooking spaghetti bolognaise tonight?” He said remembering that as one of his favourite meals she used to cook for the two of them.
“Yeah… did you… uh, want to join me? I always make too much. Unless you have other plans?” She asked biting her bottom lip nervously.
“ I would love too… I mean if that’s ok with you” he said.
“I offered Spencer. Why would I offer if I didn’t mean it. Plus this way … we can keep talking and uhh.. I don’t know figure out where we stand now?” She said nervously.
“Yeah” he nodded and they both got up and headed to her apartment
Part two will be posted in a week hopefully (depending how busy I am at work). Let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list.
Things that come in my head as I play through Diasomnia's chapter (chp 38-55):
[Potential spoilers below darlings, proceed with caution!]
Am I ready for this? Hell no. Do I know I will regret everything? Yes. Am I still gonna try to finish everything in one day? Yep. Let's go!
Ortho??? Calling from RSA??? Is this Idia's dream? Malleus?! Cute to see him taking care of Drago but like the tiny details showing that its actually a dream? And Idia's catching on! Slowly but hey, progress is still progress! It's also nice to see how things could be different if og Ortho was still around.
Where are we? Why are there terrifying ghost like things on the windows? Is this Ramshackle dorm before it became, well, Ramshackle as we know it now? I am so confused now lol– Wait we're in Mickey's room?! How'd we get on the other side of the mirror? We're all having an out of body experience... I dunno how to feel about that tbh.
Silver! My baby's here! And we get to see his UM!
Have I ever told you guys how much I like Malleus' humming? Cause I like it very much. But anyways... we're in cyberspace now...? Oh Ortho! Ortho's awake! Poor baby's trying so hard to wake up his brother.
It's kinda scary seeing how powerful Malleus is. Like, to the point where he can force even Styx issued gear into shut down mode, he's seriously overpowered. Can't wait to see Idia continue the trend and become the hero in this tale, but there's a lot of heart ache we need to go through before we reach that point so, best of luck to all our poor hearts.
I wonder if there's any particular significance to the fact that the time is stopped at 9:18.
So we finally meet Idia's dad, huh? His helmet reminds me of Hades' Helm of Darkness. And we meet his mom as well. A lot of technical stuff and lore drop that went a bit over my head, but it's fine! We'll be fine!
Seems like eccentricity is the middle name of the Shroud family. Then again all geniuses are a bit eccentric. Poor idia, his mom definitely snooped through password protected folders. I would riot if my parents ever snooped through my laptop, so I can't wait for him to wake up and proceed to lose his shit over it lmao
Ortho's Cerberos gear and the two support droids are so cool! The little family moment is cute, but I hope this isn't a death flag for poor Ortho because I've seen too much of that trope– Now we're back with the Prefect! Ngl, Silver's kinda hot when he orders us around.
Dreams are a very tricky subject, so I don't blame Silver for not knowing much about how his UM works. That being said, I'm ready to learn a little more about Sebek, now that we're in his dream. I'm not his biggest fan atm, but... let's see. I'm hoping my perspective on him changes because he seems like a fun character to explore.
.... Something about the way he calls us human just pisses me off lmao. But we will be keeping an open mind. I will come to love you Sebek (yes it is a threat)
I feel terrible for Silver. Imagine looking at people you've known your entire life, two of them people you look up to and one you've trained alongside, and seeing strangers. Strangers who live in a fairy tale, who want you to join them and live happily ever after, sacrificing your freedom and responsibilities of the real world for an ideal ending. Who wouldn't want to take that chance? Making the choice to go against them, for their own good, is the most difficult thing to do in this situation. Raising your weapon against the one you trained your whole life to protect, fighting against someone who was once your comrade-in-arms.... it's terribly heartbreaking. But, hey, at least we got Sebek to wake up.
EHY IS MALLEUS SO FUCKING OP DIFVDHDGDJSVDVDJD B DHFDUSJDHS?!?!?!?!?
We... we're in Lilia's dream now.... brb, gotta get some tissues and get ready for emotional damage–
It's nice to see Silver taking the lead and being the dependable one. Also, General Lilia!! Been waiting for him since I got spoilers back when I was stuck in Ignihyde's book. I love how his hair transitions from being long and having red streaks to short and cute with pink streaks. Long hair is often associated, at least in my culture, with maturity and a sense of responsibility, while short hair is more fun and child-like. Similarly, red is an intense colour, while pink could technically be seen as a softer, gentler cousin to it. It shows Lilia's change from a warrior to caregiver and I think it's really neat. I just wish he could have seen him in a more adult-like form in the past.
And the moment you’ve all been waiting for. A CABLOON SCREENSHOT COLLECTION!
(Okay but seriously, even if you don’t like this ship, give me a chance, PLEASE— There’s so much things I didn’t expect from them both and.. just.. trust me <3)/gen /srs /nf
Now, if you’re easily overwhelmed by spamming letters or long paragraphs, this is a BIG WARNING!! Ilysm btw/p /p <3
Please don’t attack/harass me or anyone that likes this ship, if you like nickloon or any other ship with balloon, don’t hurt others for it.
Now. Let’s begin. A cabloon rarepair analysis, made by me, for my hyper fixated self and @saltythesaltshakerfrfr (Cause ur a cabloonie too!! :D)
First time they see each other/stand beside each other
E7! At exactly… *looks at video* 2:57!
The new pinkers!!
How ironic? Cabby and Balloon look concerningly at the silly spoon! Pretty cute if I do say so myself <3
And let’s not mention that they’re standing beside each other <33
and WOAH! The final three first meeting in the same team?! Pretty cool if I do say so myself.
“Uhhh.. mile high pie..?” — Clover
LOOK LOOK!! THEY BOTH HAVE A CONCERNED LOOK! THE SAME EYEBROW AND REACTION WHEN THEY WERE SHOCKED!! AAAAHHHH MY BELOVEDS <33
ARMS RAISED, AND CONCERNED LOOK!! WOOWJAJJSJHEHH
(It’s close enough in my eyes okay? Plus,, they all have completely different reactions, and they were the closest <33)
also yinyang and goo my beloveds omfg <33
Wait, I didn’t mention that I’d screenshot EVERY SINGLE TIME THEYRE BESIDE EACH OTHER? oh I’m DESPERATE. (Sigh, past me, thinking that these two wouldn’t have that much between them.. hmm)
Call me ridiculous but these two are my babies <33 and I’ll capture every single moment they walk, talk, and laugh with each other <3
(At least enough to please my stupid hyper fixation on them)
JUST. LOOK AT THEIR REACTION WHEN THEY SEE SILVER SPOON, LITERALLY A COPY AND PASTE
SHARING THE SAME HATE TOWARDS SILVER SPOON, AAAANND HAVING THE SAME FACE AGAIN?! SOULMATES SOULMATES SOULMATESSSSS!!! YOU CANT PROVE ME WRONG!!
Don’t forget to mention their first face to face interaction, and OF COURSE it had to be the flower incident 😭‼️‼️
You say you’re angry Cabby, but why do I see you beside him so much..?/vpos
They love each other guys, you just don’t understand
You guys just don’t see it yet, it will start showing up with patience. Wait for it.
No.. this.. ugh, GIVE ME A CHANCE I PROMISE!!
(Man I hate this episode so much,, my heart still aches from cabby’s reaction to this.. I feel ya girlie, been there, done that..)
IM NOT DELUSIONAL!! HE WAS THE FIRST AND ONLY ONE WHO STOOD UP FOR HER!! IM NORMAL GUYS AAAAHH!!
Test Tube you’re so frustrating this episode but I’m happy you’re changed
Look at him :( he feels so bad for her 😭‼️‼️
Haha taking a small break to see how much Me and Cabby act, and me reading people by their flaws was always the reason I missed out on so many friendships, and seeing Cabby struggle and get tips from Test Tube was really heartwarming to me (Do keep in mind, I literally kin Cabby)
And woah woah woah! Found out that Test Tube could be mouth wash! E10! At 18:00 <3
Alrighty let’s get back on track! (Ironic, past me, watching a whole episode with no interaction between them was actually unbearable)
Okay I’m desperate again,, does this count as anything? Not much, but seeing the final four together is pretty cool (E12)
SOULMATES!! I TELL YOU!! THATS THE.. 3RD TIME! THEY STILL HAVE THE SAME FACE!! THEYRE SOULMATES! ITS OFFICIAL!!
(Oops, didn’t notice bot in this when I wrote this 😞 do I still count it..? Eh—)
note: here it is guys, second to last part. i hope we can still be friends by the time you guys finish reading this lmao
warnings: explicit language (what else is new?)
I Know the End
‘You’ll always be my girl.’
Gwyn felt sick. Too warm and too confined in her own skin to think. Several times throughout the night, she had found herself slumped over the toilet, dry heaving and shaking.
She had made it worse. Not only had she walked out on him after he told her he loved her, God he loved her, but she hadn’t allowed herself to say it back to him when it mattered the most.
Because she wanted to say it back.
She loved him.
God, she loved him.
Gwyn had scolded herself beyond belief after their closet rendezvous. Pride and arrogance had leashed her so tightly that she had let him walk away from her without knowing just how badly she ached for him. For allowing him to spend even a moment thinking that she could ever feel anything but completely and foolishly in love with him.
Loving Jake Serein was an easy breeze filtering in through the window on a hot August evening. It was fresh flowers on the kitchen table that held their radiance even when they began to wilt. It was the exhaustion that came after a day spent in the sun, and the way your cheek stuck to the pillows upon waking up.
Loving Jake Seresin was everything she had never allowed herself to have, but everything she had always wanted. She wanted him to love her and to love him right back. She wanted him.
Not just Jake. She wanted all of him. She wanted Hangman, and all of his crude remarks and teasing smiles. She wanted Lieutenant Seresin, who took himself too seriously sometimes, but always came back down when it mattered most. She wanted all of it, anything he was willing to give her. Any way that he would have her. And if he woke up tomorrow and decided he no longer felt the same, she could accept that too. So long as she had him, in whatever way that meant.
Nausea had swept over her at the realization that she would do damn near anything for him, that he had crept into her life and filled in every empty space she had available. He had made a home for himself in her heart, and she worried she’d always feel this way.
“You have to talk to him,” Alec had insisted when she’d told him.
She would. She planned to. She just needed time to swallow the raw emotion that came with loving Jake Seresin.
When Monday morning rolled around, she decided she still wasn’t ready. Allowing herself to accept that, she dressed for work and dragged herself to base. No, she wouldn’t talk to him today. He deserved all of her, and she couldn’t give that to him when she was sweeping up the pieces of herself that had fractured after her weekend. Not today, then.
‘You’ll always be my girl.’
She hoped he meant it.
She barely acknowledged the various people loitering around the base, giving them all a wide berth and only pausing for the occasional “good morning”. Gwyn knew she was only biding her time until she had to see him, see how his eyes hollowed whenever he looked at her and saw the woman who had left him out to dry, so she took her time making her way to the hangar.
Bradshaw found her somewhere around her second loop through a loop of hallways that she pretended to be lost in, greeting her with a chipper smile and a small wave around the disposable coffee cup in his grasp. “Mornin’,” he offered.
She smiled at him, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Rooster knew. Jake had said as much during their supply closet meeting. She opened her mouth to speak before snapping it shut again. This wasn’t the day for her to talk these feelings out, she reminded herself. Bradley glanced at her sidelong.
“You know,” he began, lowering his voice as they passed a group huddled near the bathrooms, “Hangman’s been acting a little different lately.”
She swallowed. Today would be the day, then. “Has he?” she tried, playing up the nonchalance she most definitely did not feel.
Bradshaw hummed as he took a sip from his coffee. “He has.” Another glance. “So have you.”
She felt embarrassed, the same way she had felt when Alec walked in on her changing during their first week of Top Gun. Vulnerable and exposed, naked for anyone to see and without time to cover herself.
“I have to talk to him,” she confessed, voice hoarse. This aching feeling wasn’t going to go away unless she did. Could she ever go back to the way things were before him? When life was quiet and unexciting and without the technicolor he brought along with him, but at least it was guaranteed and predictable. She always knew the end, no matter the beginning. Gwyn wondered if she even wanted that life again, the days before Jake, when simplicity seemed almost poisonous. Would she go back if she had the chance?
She knew the answer. And she would always choose him.
“You do,” Rooster cut through her train of thought. “Just not today.”
Her steps faltered at the words.
“He gave you time,” Bradley continued, not accusingly, but firm nonetheless. “Now he needs time.”
“But I-” she tried to interject, but Rooster waved a hand, cutting her off with a smile.
“Don’t tell me,” and it wasn’t commanding, couldn’t be the way it came out around his soft grin. “Those words aren’t for me. But no matter, give him a chance to process what he’s feeling. For me?” He laughed. “Don’t tell him I said this, but the guy’s starting to grow on me, and I just want him to get his head screwed on straight before he has the chance to mess this up further.”
Gwyn let out a wet laugh at that, brushing back the moisture in her eyes discreetly. She nodded. “Okay.”
He punched her shoulder that felt very Alec. “Atta girl. Let’s get to work before they send out a search party.”
Time. She would give him the same consideration he had granted her when she needed it. She could at least offer him that.
After all, if he was to be believed, they’d have all the time in the world.
‘You’ll always be my girl.’
She sure hoped so.
—-------
Jake squirmed in his chair, pointedly trying not to look at the young woman sat right across the aisle from him.
She had walked in with Rooster, laughing about whatever slipped past his stupidly mustached lips, tying his insides in knots and driving him further into madness.
‘I’ll get over it,’ he told himself.
‘Not a chance,’ his brain shot back.
—————-
Monday passed without incident.
So did Tuesday.
Wednesday is when everything fell apart, her world collapsing in on itself.
True to her word, Gwyn didn’t try to approach Jake no matter how badly she wanted to. She’d give him time.
Bradshaw had been surprisingly supportive through the whole thing, subtle thumbs up and words of encouragement throughout the day that Alec had picked up on and whined about endlessly.
“Wait, since when do you share stuff with Bradshaw?” he demanded after Rooster had clapped her on the shoulder to pull her away from staring at Jake’s arms in his flight suit.
She snorted. “What does it matter?”
“What does it matter?” He was nearly pouting. “I thought I was your hot, handsome pilot who you brought all your emotional nonsense to.”
Gwyn threw her head back with a cackle that echoed around them. “Nonsense, huh? Maybe that’s the reason I prefer Bradley.”
“You’re on a first name basis now, too?” Alec moaned dramatically, making a show of his fake anguish and tearing more giggles out of her.
“Only when we’re getting hot and heavy and really diving into all my ‘nonsense’,” she teased as she wiggled her eyebrows. Alec scoffed, but the sound had no bite when he finished it off with a smile.
“Does he-“
“Guys!”
Gwyn and Alec whirled around at Phoenix’s shout. The female pilot was sprinting at them full speed, boots pounding against the cement and echoing.
“Radar picked up something coming in from the North West. We gotta go. Now,” she yelled over her shoulder as she shoved past them.
Panic rose in Gwyn’s chest. This was it. This was the culmination of all of their hard work. This was the mission they had called her out for. There would be no talking to Jake today or mulling over her feelings.
‘It could be nothing,’ she tried to calm her anxieties.
She prayed it was nothing.
———
It wasn’t nothing.
“Rev, talk to me!” she pleaded to her RIO. They had run head first into conflict with three unmarked planes, newer and faster than their F-18s, and found themselves directly in the line of fire as soon as they were close enough to run through gun lock. She had lost sight of the rest of her team, one of the unmarked aircrafts corralling her further North.
“They’re on our ass, you need to lose them!” Alec shouted, panic crackling down the radio along with his voice.
This was bad. This was so bad. This was the real deal, something no amount of dogfight practice could ever prepare them for.
“I’m trying!” She wanted to cry. They were miles away from the rest of the group, too far to call in support quickly enough to save their ass. She wondered if they were okay, if any of them had gotten struck and if they would be going home with one less crew member.
Her stomach dropped at the thought.
“Smoke in the air!” Alec roared.
Acting without thought, Gwyn dropped her plane well below what Jake would’ve outlined as their hard deck.
Jake.
God, was Jake even okay?
Her stomach flipped as the ground rose up to meet them before she jerked them hard enough to the side to send them spinning before leveling out. It didn’t matter, though. Not when the other pilot was just as crafty, if not more so, than she was. Within moments, the other plane was behind her wing once more, forcing her to swing her craft back and forth in a wild scissor motion to keep him from locking her. Her brain was slowing as exhaustion crept in and replaced the adrenaline surge that had claimed her upon first boarding the plane. They had been at this for what felt like hours and her resolve was slowly crumbling with every close call she just barely managed to slip out of.
How many more close calls could she afford?
“One plane down,” Jake’s stern voice rang through the comms and she released a small relieved sigh at the sound of it. He was okay.
For now.
“I’m on the other. Payback, cover my wing,” came Phoenix’s reply.
Gwyn wanted to bask in the joy of knowing they were okay, that they were holding their own (of course they were), but the anxious grip she had on her controls kept her from celebrating too early.
“Where are the twins?” Jake called, voice nervous. “Rev, Cheek, do you copy?”
“We’ve got a plane on our ass, and we’re not shaking him anytime soon,” Alec winced, head swiveling wildly as he tried to keep track of the plane quickly closing in on them.
Her hands were shaking. “I can't lose him,” and as she said it, her voice cracked and the tears she had been fighting pushed harder against her eyelids.
It would be one thing if it had just been her. She could accept that. But Alec was in her backseat, the same Alec who would follow her to the end of the Earth and trusted her to always get him home.
She wondered if she’d be able to do just that when it came down to it.
“Where are you baby?” Jake’s voice was rough, but she could tell he was trying to be gentle. “I need coordinates, come on.”
Alec rattled them off for her, followed by a quick confirmation from the green-eyed pilot. Her mind eased, but only for a moment before an alarm sounded through the cockpit.
They were in gun lock.
Gwyn pulled up on the controls until the nose of her plane was nearly perpendicular to the landscape beneath them. Alec cursed and she heard the distinct sound of his helmet smacking against the back of his seat.
They were so fucked.
As the sun crept out from behind the cloud cover, and temporarily blinded her, an onslaught of thoughts threw themselves at her.
She hasn’t talked to Mo in a week. She had forgotten to call her dad yesterday. She was supposed to go to her little sister's sweet 16 in a few weeks, had already scheduled time off for it. Her and Phoenix had lunch plans this weekend.
She swallowed back the cry that threatened to tear out of her, but still her mind spiraled.
What about Alec? He was an only child. His mom’s pride and joy, something she shared with anyone who would listen. Alec, who had always treated her as an equal and held her hand when she felt less than. Alec who had just worked up the nerve to ask out the pretty blonde on base. Alec, who had stayed up on the phone for hours telling his dad about the mission they had landed straight out of Top Gun. Alec, who she hadn’t spent more than a weekend apart from since they met.
Alec, who might not see his 25th birthday.
A broken sob pushed its way past her lips before she could stop it. “Jake, where are you?”
“I’m coming, baby. I’m on my way.”
There were orders shouted down the line, but she tuned them out as a hulking shadow raced up behind her. “He’s on us again!” Alec cried out, and God, was this how it ended?
“I can’t see you, baby, you gotta talk to me,” Jake edged past her terror, voice nearing desperate.
“We tried to lose him in the sun, but he followed us right up. We’re stuck up here with him,” and Alec sounded completely lost as he said it.
They were out of moves. They were out of answers. They couldn’t get behind him quickly enough and he wasn’t going to let them close enough to even try it.
“Baby, I'm gonna need you to drop down here. I'm gonna get below him while Rooster squeezes behind and we’re gonna knock this guy out, okay? But I need you to trust me. Can you do that?” His voice was a final gift from the universe, she thought, one last reprieve before life ran its course and grounded her permanently.
Her fingers trembled so hard she thought they might break. She wanted to answer, but her voice was trapped in her throat.
“Talk to me, baby. Can you do that for me?”
She nodded, despite knowing he couldn’t see her. “Yeah,” she croaked weakly. “Yeah I can do that.”
“That’s my girl,” Jake coaxed, making her want to cry even more. Would she ever get to be that? “Alright let’s do this-“
“Smoke in the air!”
Gwyn had barely registered Alec’s words before the plane jerked and shuttered, a blaring ringing through her head and making it pound.
They’d been hit.
She wrestled with the controls, to no avail. The plane nose dipped forward until it was facing straight down.
‘This is it,’ she thought helplessly. She had always known the end from the beginning, but nothing could have prepared her for this.
“Mayday, mayday. This is Canadee and Shaw, and we have been hit,” she cried in a panic.
“I’m coming,” Jake shouted, a note of uncertainty lingering on his tongue. “Bradshaw, stay on my wing.”
It didn’t matter. Alec was scrambling to keep an eye on the plane behind them as she fumbled for control just out of her reach. “We’re putting off smoke,” Alec warned, something she already knew but somehow hearing it out loud made it more concrete.
They were plummeting towards the ground and no amount of wishing or crying out or praying was going to change that. She had failed Alec, she had failed her team, she had failed this mission and she was going to pay for it with her life.
“Eject!” Jake roared, voice sharp and clearer than she had ever heard it.
“Alec,” she wheezed as her head spun, the rapid descent making her dizzy. “I’m going to try to level us out, and then you’re gonna pull at the handle next to your head. Watch the canopy.” For Alec, she could do this. She could get them steady enough to get him out.
“Not without you,” he gasped out, breath sounding too short and too rushed and fuck, the ground was getting too close. “Can’t let you have all the glory, right?”
She choked out a laugh through the few tears spilling down her cheeks. “Goddamn you, Shaw.”
“On three,” he countered. She scrambled to get them as level as she could, nodding her head to settle her nerves and clear the spinning that blurred her vision.
“One,” she began.
They would do this. They would get out of this.
“Two,” Alec bit back, the strain of the flight evident in the way his tone wavered.
“We’re closing in guys, just a few more seconds,” Jake promised.
“Three,” Gwyn ordered, wincing as the canopy flew open and flailed for the handle behind her head. With the last ounce of strength she could muster, she pulled at the yellow cord and held her breath.
Nothing happened.
With a panicked gasp, she yanked once more and still, she found herself rooted in the cockpit, the canopy now open and exposing her to the wild wind ripping at her.
“Eject, Gwyn!” Alec’s shout pierced through her skull as it ran down the radio. Her hands were shaking again and she wailed, loud and unabashed as she continued to tug at the eject handle.
“I can’t!”
“Baby, get out of there,” Jake warned, an edge in his voice that she couldn’t place.
Despite everything she had worked for, she found her only regret was never forcing herself to tell Jake just how deeply and terribly she loved him. That he would never know how tormented she was by the way his eyes lit up when he talked about flying. Or how she wished she could spend the rest of her days groveling for his attention if it meant she would get it. He would never know that she needed him like she needed air, and that she wished they’d been given more time.
Gwyn continued to pull at the chord, and slowly leaned into the acceptance that they wouldn’t have that time, not now at least. But maybe in another life, under different circumstances.
Still, she selfishly wished fate had been kinder to them in this lifetime.
The reality of the job she had been faced with since she first announced she would be pursuing aviation was now staring her dead in the eye. Her brother had been right, this was never gonna end well, and she could’ve laughed at the mental image of him telling her “I told you so”.
“Hangman, watch out-”
The sharp groan of metal on metal blocked out Rooster’s voice, as well as the spine jolting crash that sent her body slamming into the side of the cockpit. Jake’s shout sounded before the smell of smoke filled her nostrils. She had collided into something, not the ground thankfully, but something heavy and metal and strong. Strong enough to send her spiraling.
Her stomach churned.
Another plane.
The force of the impact had her pulling on the handle once more, only to steady herself against the hard air slamming into her, and found the cord finally giving away and sending her barreling out of the cockpit.
“I’m out,” she rasped just as Bradshaw shouted, “Seresin, eject!”
Gwyn tried to call out for him, but her head spun wildly, only stopping when her vision spotted and faded.
Warnings: Carelessness. Talk of injury, and sacrifice. Swearing. Let me know if I missed any.
Note: I have always found emotion words that cannot be perfectly translated into English to be fascinating. Thank you for reading! <3
Word Count~ 2628
It had been 3 weeks since you left, and the air in the tower was tense. You brightened up every room that you walked into. Without you, Tony was more sleep-deprived, Wanda was more overwhelmed, Steve felt annoyed by everything, and Bucky was his usual grumpy self according to Sam. You were strolling through the streets of a small town in Europe when your phone went off.
“I know you said that you needed to take this vacation to find yourself, but I’ll be honest with you, the Avengers have been falling apart since you left. They are getting uncharacteristically sloppy out in the field; in fact, I have had to suspend most of them from missions right now. The only one whose behaviour hasn’t changed much is Barnes, so he is still allowed certain solo missions.” Fury rambled as soon as you answered your phone. “Barnes will be out on a mission for a week but if you could even just briefly come back and kick their butts for me, I would appreciate it.” You waited for him to stop talking so that you could actually have a moment to speak.
“You know the locals of all these towns I have visited have helped me find myself and deal with my struggles, so yeah, I can come back for a little bit. I cannot promise I won’t have to leave again but, at least to get them back in gear.” You said feeling grateful for all the locals, and the languages that you learned pieces of. They had much easier ways to describe how you were feeling. You exchanged goodbyes before you started to pack up and book a flight back. The entire way back you thought about what those past three weeks had meant to you and your journey. Their medical experts were also amazing at helping with pain management for your shoulder.
After meeting with Fury to understand what has been going on with the team, you headed to the tower. Taking a deep breath, you exited the elevator to get to the common room. A frown graced your face when you heard the yelling. It sounded like Steve and Tony were at each other’s throats for some reason. You rolled your eyes and put on your best smile, to prepare yourself for the battleground that you were about to walk into.
Nat looked annoyed at the men who had their backs to you. But then she spotted you and she could not conceal her gasp. “You’re back? Why didn’t you tell us you were coming back?” Nat jumped up to give you a big hug. That stopped the fighting going on as they turned to look at you. Everybody rushed over to get a hug.
“I’m actually back because Fury asked me to. He told me that you guys are getting sloppy and have been suspended from missions for the foreseeable future. Come on guys I know you are better than this. Tony, there’s a reason I got you that coffee pot that also acts as an alarm, so you have your coffee, but you also go to bed on time. The things in your baskets were chosen carefully for each of you. So that you guys would be fine while I was away, but that’s fine, I have some time, that I can stay and build a routine with. But I don’t yet know how long I will be staying, so please take every lesson seriously.” You plopped down onto the couch as you finished your spiel. The disappointment on everyone’s faces made your heart ache, and you wondered if you would be able to leave them again.
His muscles ached as he got off of the jet and started to head toward his room. He was planning to stop in the common area to let everyone know that he was back before he went to shower. As Bucky approached the common room, he heard a laugh he hasn’t heard in a long time. It sent pain and guilt straight to his heart. The one thing he had been trying to hide since you left. Needing to confirm his suspicion he stepped quietly into the room, but his sneakiness was destroyed when Steve spotted him.
“Buck look who’s back!” You glanced back at him with a soft smile on your face. All your feelings were still there but you could now label them and understand them better.
“Did your mission go alright?” You asked trying to get a clue if he got hurt. The look on his face looked like he was in pain, and you were not sure if you would rather it had been from the mission, or from seeing you.
He gave a shaky nod before glancing around the room. “When did you get back?” He tried to ask with as much nonchalance as he could.
“Don’t worry, I won’t be staying here too long, in the blink of an eye I will be out of your way again. Just here on request of Fury to get the team back in gear.” The smile on your face faltered ever so slightly.
His surprised look faded to what Sam would describe as his usual grumpy face. You then headed to your room to grab something you had gotten Bucky as a final gift and souvenir. It was the one thing you remember him and Steve talking about all the time. Some of his things including his dress uniform from the Smithsonian. Just as you were about to head out with the box in your arms a knock sounded at your door. You set the box back down to deal with whoever was at your door. With the biggest smile you could, you opened the door, but you faltered when you saw Bucky Barnes nervously standing on the other side.
“Look I want to apologize for the way I have treated you.” He stared at his feet while he talked, but the scent of blood distracted you.
“You're bleeding!” You carefully pulled him into your bathroom and sat him on the edge of the tub. His eyes traced every worried line on your face, and he longed to wipe them away, but he knew it was not his place.
“You really don’t have to do this; the serum will have me fixed right away.” He brushed off your attempt. He knew that you must just feel obligated to help him because Fury brought you back to help the team, so he must have noticed Bucky getting more careless with his life in the field. When the concern didn’t leave your face, in fact, it worsened when you go to pull his suit off his arms to get to the wound and he winced, he felt slightly guilty.
“If he ignores wounds when they are actively bleeding, how many missions has he nearly died in, and I haven’t been here to help him, for my own selfish reasons.” You thought to yourself as you exposed the wound and went to grab the first aid kit from under the sink. You walked him through everything that you were doing, trying to keep your voice level.
His head spun at the care you showed for him. “Can I ask you a question, Doll?” You paused briefly to look into his eyes with a nod. “Why did you write so much else to the others, but you just wrote that you were sorry on mine? And a follow-up question, what were you apologizing for?”
You had to swallow the lump that formed in your throat when you thought about the conversation you needed to have. “Well, umm…” Tears tried to fight their way into your eyes.
Bucky noticed how hard you were fighting to keep yourself together. He wanted to tell you to forget his stupid question, but he needed answers that have plagued his nights for the past month.
“I knew I had to have upset you, and I wanted to apologize for it. You avoided me for the few days before I left, and you specifically requested that I not be the one to administer your shot. So if you couldn’t even trust me anymore to be professional around you, I knew I must have fucked up badly. So as I wrote, I’m sorry.” You continued to work, and you hoped that he didn’t still feel uncomfortable with you helping him. Staring at the floor, you waited for him to respond.
“Doll, you didn’t upset me. I just know that you deserve someone who isn’t going to get you shot on missions.” Bucky averted his eyes from your face when you looked up in surprise. “I figured by giving you space, maybe you would forget about me and move on. I didn’t want to hurt you and because of me you were shot.”
You gently finished patching up his injury before sitting on the floor. “All it did was make me feel mágoa, and according to some locals of one of the places I visited, I had most likely gone through onsra. When I stopped in Portugal, I learned that one of the things I was feeling would be called Saudade.”
Bucky looked up at you with a blank expression. “Look, Doll, I am really sorry. But I understood none of the words you just said.” The slight laugh that left you had him feeling even more confused.
You looked down at your hands in your lap. “They are emotion words that don’t translate perfectly to English. Mágoa is a heart-breaking feeling, usually by being hurt by someone, that leaves long-lasting traces, visible in gestures and facial expressions. Onsra the bittersweet feeling of loving for the last time or realizing your love won’t last. And saudade is a somewhat melancholic feeling of incompleteness; longing for something that might never return. I also learned that increasing your emotional dictionary, allows you to be able to process those emotions better. Sorry, you probably don’t want to hear about all that.” You had a tendency to start rambling about things that you found interesting.
He reached a hand down to lift your chin, so you would look him in the eyes, and his thumb brushed away a stray tear. “Doll don’t apologize. I love to hear you talk especially about things that fascinate you. I am truly sorry that I made you feel all that, but at least you are alive.” Bucky removed his hand from your face, not wanting to set back the progress you had made.
“I need you to be honest with me.” You said with as much conviction as you could muster. The nod he gave you made you hope he would be. “Do you have feelings for me?”
“Doll, that doesn't matter, I am going to get you hurt.” His vague answer made your heart flutter in both a good and bad way.
“I need you to tell me the truth, then maybe you can understand why I did what I did. And why I would do it again in a heartbeat.” You gave him a warning look.
“Fine, yes, I do, and I have since you were going around the therapy office, asking if anyone needed anything.” The blush that covered his face, made you smile, and it gave you a glimmer of hope. You took his hand and lead him out of the bathroom. He followed behind you very confused.
“I protect the people that I care about, and even if you didn’t want me to, you are one of the people I care about the deepest. The reason why I was close enough to be able to protect you, is I had a feeling that the fear training wouldn’t work in the same way for you because, besides Steve, you had already lost everything that mattered. Hydra had even made you sometimes be the one to do it. Fear is something that you know too well, but you also have associated it with pain.” You explained everything that you had read about him and the exceptions to the fear training. His hand was trembling in his lap as he tried to stop it with the vibranium hand. Gently placing yours on top, you got his attention. “Can I ask you a question?”
He nodded trying to analyze the look in your eyes. The words he tried to say got caught in his throat at the thought of what you might ask him. His focus returned to you when he felt your thumb stroke over his hand.
“If one of your teammates, or agents on the mission, were in a situation where you could intervene and get shot and survive, or they would die, what would you pick?” You asked as gently as you could.
“I would get shot in a heartbeat. Especially if it was you, doll.” He responded quietly with a blush. You started to blush too. Maybe he was finally understanding why you did it. “But also I am a super soldier, it doesn’t take me long to heal.” You rolled your eyes. Or maybe he didn’t understand.
“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that you would save someone’s life, even if it meant getting hurt. For you Bucky, honestly, you would be worth dying for. Not that I am planning on it, but if it ever happened, that would be the best way to go.” The sigh that left your lips caused Bucky to look up at your face again. He saw peace, but also some turmoil. “Anyway, umm, I had actually come to my room to get the gift I was going to give you. I wasn’t able to prepare it before I left, so I hope you like it.”
You got up and crossed the room to the box on your chair. It was an awkward size to carry so you were thankful you didn’t have to go far.
As you placed the box in his lap, he looked very confused. He wondered what he had done to deserve, something like this because it couldn’t have been something small and easy.
“Open it,” you prompted gently when he continued to stare at you.
He started to open the present with the utmost care. His breath hitched when he saw what was inside. “Doll, h-how did you get these? Steve said that he had been wrestling with them for a while, but they didn’t want to give them up.” You smirked causing him to worry that you had stolen them.
“No, I didn’t steal them. I may have given them some replicas from other veterans whose families didn’t see the value in them and explained that no museum-goer would be able to tell the difference. I apparently can be very persuasive when I want to be. They handed your things over without a fuss.” He looked up at you with glassy eyes, before he set the box down and pulled you into the tightest hug, he could without hurting either of you.
“Doll, thank you so much.” Bucky started to profusely thank you when there was a knock on the open door.
“Buck? I take it the apology went well.” Steve smiled briefly forgetting why he was there. When you both just stared at him, he realized that he came there for a reason. “Oh right, I just got a call from the Smithsonian, they have my things for me, I was wondering if you wanted to come with me. Maybe we can get your stuff back after all.” Bucky grinned pulling away from the hug.
“I already got my things, but I would love to come with to thank them,” Bucky mentioned giving your hand one last squeeze before leaving the room with Steve.
Alternate Universe, they were married to eachother in their respective universes but died. Reader lost Miguel in her universe and became Spiderwoman. An anomaly reaches your universe and you meet Miguel from earth-928. You're both so shocked to see eachother.
Fluff, angst, death
"Dios mio, what the shock are you supposed to be?" You looked at the man standing in front of you, unamused, "Un payaso de rodeo?"
You were just trying to stop this weird villain that came out of nowhere when a portal opened up on the rooftop. Out came a large man in a blue and red suit, a woman on a motorcycle, and two . . . Kids?
One of the kids in a black suit started laughing hysterically at your comment, while the other's eyes widened. You could feel the waves of anger seething off of the tall man, his eyes seemed to bore into you from behind his mask.
You smirked, walking backwards towards the edge of the building, "Well whatever you are, you're in my way." You let yourself free fall before shooting a web from your wrist and swinging towards the havoc being had below you.
Miguel has put up with a lot of shit in his line of work. But that? That was a first. "Pinche mocosa" he growled as he went after you. A rodeo clown? He was seething. Sure when he first put on his suit it was for the Dia de Muertos celebration, but it didn't look too ridiculous. Right?
The other spiders watched you with great interest as they followed suit. Your swinging style was almost identical to Miguel's, which was really weird. As he swung beside you, it was almost as if you were in sync. The only difference being that you weren't 6'9 and hulkingly huge. Yours was almost graceful, the way you weaved through disaster vs how Miguel seemed to barrel through it.
You landed on top of the giant lizard-person-thing before it could even notice you.
"Now where did you come from?" You asked, wrapping web around it's maw so that it couldn't bite. "I thought the rumors about sewer gators in Nueva York were fake? Welcome to the genetically altered club pal!"
Miguel's eyes widened as you flexed your talons and your mask fell back to reveal the lower half of your face, and your . . . Fangs? What the fuck was happening? And why couldn't he stop focusing on the way your tongue ran over the sharp canines. It brought back a rush of memories of y/n, but he knew it couldn't be true. The dark scar on your upper lip didn't belong to the y/n he knew. She had died years ago.
Miles gasped, "OH God, there's another Miguel?! The multiverse doesn't need more!"
Miguel turned around to glare at him, starting to say "Callete, there can't be another one of me!" When he got slapped by the monster's tail and flung into the nearest building.
But he didn't miss the smile that appeared on your face as you laughed at him. It ached something fierce in his heart, and he had to shake his head to clear the thought.
Oh man. This guy is seriously a clown. "If you can't hang then get out of the way!" You called out, hanging onto the bucking lizard like it was an angry bull. The other spiders were helping corral it, quickly wrapping it in web and subduing it.
"Does this belong to you guys?" You asked, hopping down from the beast and landing in front of the other spider people. Miguel had made his way out of the rubble and was stalking towards the group. He might have been a little embarrassed. He doesn't get caught off guard normally. "You should really keep your giant lizards more secure. And fed. And. Out of my city preferably."
Jess went on to explain the multiverse to you, and their purpose as you took it all in.
"OH, so you must be their leader then!" You smiled at her, then pointed to Miguel. "He needs some pointers. Is he new?"
And suddenly, Miguel was in your bubble, towering over you with his broad shoulders obscuring your view. He grabbed your face, much to your dismay, and pushed at your lip until he could see your fangs. He tilted his head, turning your face side to side before he seemed satisfied. Then he grabbed your wrist, causing you to clench so he didn't activate your spinneretts.
"Hey buddy, don't you have any manners?" You growled, trying to yank your arm back from his strong grasp. "You don't see me groping you for fun!"
He pushed the fat of your palm and your talons flexed from your fingerpads, against your will. You had a strange sense that he was smirking under his mask at your discomfort. And it only pissed you off even more.
"Alchemax experiment?" He asked, releasing you finally and looking you up and down. "Stone is a piece of shit?"
You didn't like that he knew so much about you and you knew nothing about him. "What are you, a shocking mind reader?" You turned away from him to face the other spiders who were setting up to head back home. "Did you guys want to get something to eat before you go? I've never met any other spider people before!"
Miguel started to say how they need to go, but Jess interrupted him, tossing you a blue bracelet. "You can come with us, we have a great cafeteria and I'm sure the boss has more questions for you. I know I do."
.
You got a tour of the building, ooing and awing over everything and everyone. Miguel had gone to his lab, probably to sulk or something, Miles informed you.
"El se llama Miguel?" You asked Miles around a mouthful of empanada. It was a really weird coincidence, you thought, but it couldn't be more than that. A coincidence. You were in Nueva York. There were hundreds of Miguels.
"Yeah! He's our leader around here. He actually asked me to bring you to him at the end of the tour. Are you ready?" The younger boy said chipperly as he walked you through a long corridor.
You smiled and waved at some spider people you passed, it was really nice to know that you weren't alone. "As ready as I'll ever be!"
You arrived at a large door and Miles gave you a salute before heading off on his own. "Just a heads up, the lift is SUPER SLOW when he comes down!" He called out as he left. You felt yourself getting nervous. Another Miguel in your life? Whoever he was, it couldn't get any weirder than discovering hundreds of other spider people exist and so do multiverses. You wondered if there was a multiverse where you hadn't lost your husband. Where you had a kid or two and didn't have to worry about villains of the week, your identity, closing yourself off to everyone else.
The doors opened and you called out into the abyss. "Helloooo? Sulking spiderman? Miles said you wanted to see me?"
The light was comfortably low in this room, almost as if it was made for your overly sensitive eyes. You saw the lift that Miles was talking about, and the payaso from earlier slowly descending with it.
Your heart felt like it stopped in your chest as you saw him this time. From behind, you got a good look at a very familiar head of beautiful curly brown hair before he turned to look at you, unamused. You fucking gawked. It wasn't a coincidence.
"Miggy?" You gasp, eyes welling with tears as you looked at the man in front of you, now unmasked. "How--I buried you!" You fully took off your mask and revealed your face to him, using everything in your power not to grab him and never let go.
"Y/N?" He asked slowly, taking a tentative step towards you, as if he wasn't sure you were real. "Is it really you?" He reached out a hand towards you, it was shaking with emotion and you noticed that his eyes were getting teary also.
You caved, a sob wrenching itself from your lungs as you leaped towards him and wrapped around his middle. You shoved your face into his neck and breathed in the scent you thought was long gone. Memories flooded your thoughts, flashes of time you got to spend together before he was taken from you. Before you became Spiderwoman. When he was killed in front of you, it felt like you lost a part of yourself.
His arms wrapped around you instantly, familiar and comforting. Rationally, he knew that you weren't HIS y/n but God if this wasn't almost the same. You still fit in his arms perfectly, you smelled the same, you still had the same crooked smile. When he lost you, it truly broke his heart. It hardened him against ever seeking love again, the way you were cruelly ripped from his grasp. But he would allow himself this moment at least. You could talk later, just knowing that another y/n exists and is a Spiderperson . . . He couldn't believe it.
After holding eachother for what simultaneously felt like forever and only an instant, you looked up at him. "You're not . . . MY Miguel . . . are you?" You murmured into his shoulder as he ran his hands along your back like he used to. There were subtle differences that you started to notice when you really looked at him. His eyes were red, he had fangs like yours too. But mostly, he looked beyond tired, as though he had been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. The Miguel you knew wasn't a Spiderperson, he was one of Alchemax's greatest minds, but didn't have any superhuman abilities otherwise.
In your universe, you'd gotten married after being together for 3 years, you'd talked about starting a family when one night he was shot by a mugger while you were walking home. You weren't able to save him, he died in your arms as you screamed for someone, anyone to help. After that, you dove even further into your work at Alchemax, trying to bring the company down from the inside. When they found out what you were doing, they decided to experiment with you as their human subject for splicing animal genetics with humans. That night, you became the Spiderwoman you are today. You escaped the lab and set out to make Nueva York a better place. It had been years and you'd never let yourself love again.
He sighed and fished out the necklace he wore under his suit, showing you the ring on it. "I'm from Earth-928," he said quietly, "In my universe we were married and had been together for 5 years until you were killed in front of me."
You gave him a sad knowing smile as you also pulled out your own ring that you wore on a chain. "It was in front of the convenience store on 6th, right? A random robbery gone bad. God Miguel, even if you aren't the person I knew it's just nice to . . ."
"Hold you? I know, no se siente real." He finished for you, holding the ring that you wore and observing it. "Did I ask you at the flower festival? In fall?" It was the same one he gave you in his universe. The inscription was there, glinting in the low light. 'Forever Yours'.
"And we got married in the Spring," you hummed, "Everyone was there, it was wonderful. I haven't let myself think about it in years, honestly. And I'll always remember that you cried during our vows. I did too, of course."
You sighed, running your fingers down his face and tracing the frown lines that were unfamiliar to you. "I know it's probably selfish to ask, but can I maybe . . . Stay a little while? I've never met other spider people and maybe since you and I seem to be spliced the same . . . I'd love to see any tricks you have that I haven't learned."
Miguel gave you a genuine smile, tilting his face into your touch and nuzzling your fingertips. "After you called me a shocking rodeo clown?" He teased you, one eyebrow lifted as if in a challenge. "You may not be my y/n but you sure dish it like her. Of course you can stay, I've missed you querida hermosa. We could do some . . . Catching up?"
Basic rules: choose 10 fandoms that you are part of/support, and choose a favorite character from each of those. Then, tag ten folks!
Thanks for the tag @briar-ffxiv :3 idk how i'm supposed to pick a single favorite out of all these tho cries. Obvious fandoms are up top, but some (maybe. a little.) less common ones show up further down!
FFXIV // Alisaie Leveilluer
I think she's one of the most dynamic characters in the series, and I love love love seeing her come out of her shell as the expansions go on. Her personal arc focuses so heavily on surviving grief and learning to keep an open heart even when faced with loss over and over again, and I appreciate how well that ties into the main storyline, too.
Fallout 4 // Piper Wright
My wife <333 Piper's reckless go-gettem attitude and propensity for ruffling feathers on her quest to out the baddies really endeared me to her. Finding her soft heart under all the bravado and banter is really rewarding, and I love how committed she is to standing for her ideals, even if it means standing alone. Fo4 has such a cool setting to get immersed in overall, and I really do enjoy all the 50s/60s US tropes thrown into the mix with it.
Reth // Palia
The epitome of making objectively horrible choices for arguably noble reasons. I love this walking disaster. He made me soup. I like how most of the Palia characters have more to them than meets the eye at first meeting, and how many ways they can surprise you as you build relationships with them. But gaining the disgraced pariah Reth's trust? Becoming someone he's brave enough to ask for help from? I treasure it above all the others LOL
Gale Dekarios // Baldur's Gate 3
I'm NOT going to essay I'm NOT going to essay I'm not -- But seriously I do adore this guy's arc. I like how messy it is, even if in more subtle ways than, say, Astarion (ilu too boo.) Gale has so many "gifted kid" trademarks and strikes me as someone who's entire self worth has been based on how useful or interesting he is to others. It's hard to fault him for his ambition, when his magical prowess was the only avenue he had to make meaningful bonds up until the whole tadpole nonsense. BG3 exceeded my wildest expectations out of an RPG and continues to do so every time I pick it up.
Anders // Dragon Age II
I feel obligated to say I don't really consider myself part of the DA fandom because every time I've poked my head in I've found it to be a wretched hive of scum and villainy with the most inane batshit discourse I've ever seen in my life. But the game itself? Love the game. Love the characters. Anders broke my heart. I really enjoyed his internal turmoil and the very literal ideological battle between justice and vengeance he faced throughout the game. I'll eat that up.
Obi-Wan Kenobi // Star Wars
He's baby.
I definitely pick and choose which installations of the behemoth that is the Star Wars franchise to consider canon, and like Dragon Age I try not to actually get involved in fandom spaces. Ever. But I love Obi-Wan's story in the prequels especially, and if you've followed me very long I'm sure you know how much I like my hurt/comfort and angst, which he has in spades.
Halo 1-3, ODST, & Reach // The Arbiter
I grew up on Halo and even have a little poseable model of this guy decorating my bookshelf. Halo's a shooter game first, of course, and I spent a good chunk of my childhood rerunning levels, and playing ninjanaut with friends on splitscreen. But its lore also fell into that sort of early TES space for me, where you had enough of an idea of the world for it to capture your imagination and inspire you, without being overwhelming to keep track of. The angst. The mystique. The badass alien with a glowing sword. 10/10. My Spartan OC is called Artemis and my brother has one named Ares and yes we did slay in PvP as teenagers.
Firefly // Simon Tam
Choosing Firefly is predictable af but thats ok. It still makes me ache wishing we got to know more about the world, the characters - and maybe that unfinished homesick feeling is part of the appeal. I loved watching Simon be so out of his depth in the frontier of space, but willing to giving up everything for someone he cared about and learning to make a new place for himself with Firefly's motley crew.
Mizu // Blue Eye Samurai
I was not prepared for this show to WRECK me like it did. I thought it was going to be a run of the mill cheesy samurai anime and GOD. The thoughtful, clever storytelling and dynamic characters knocked me on my ass. I couldn't stop watching. The cast is incredible, the art style is gorgeous. Every single aspect of this show ties into this theme of being caught between two worlds, and Mizu's story is one I am not going to forget any time soon. If you haven't watched this, you're missing out.
Mal // The Dog Master
I'm not sure there's even really a FANDOM for this book. I haven't ever met anyone else who'd even heard of it, let alone read it. But a fandom can just be me, occasionally pitching it desperately to friends, right? XD The story follows several tribes, but the "main" character is Mal, who was kicked out of his tribe and survives partly by befriending a wolf and raising it. It's pretty cleverly written, with several timelines converging at unexpected moments to offer up plot twists and tie-ins that really wouldn't have been possible if it was written another way. I'm a little geeky about it just for the structural approach. But there's honestly not enough good caveman books out there, and this one has a wide cast of unique and interesting characters who feel very human.
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I will tag @ronqueesha @bogglebabbles-main @sayonaramidnight @traveleorzea @orime-stories @silentletterwords @ellastara @rinka-fortemps @eriyu @jameswrites
And anyone else who wants to! I'd love to see your lists! But no pressure ofc <3
Steve Rogers was an extremely merciful man however when it came to missions that was one thing he took very seriously until one day his co worker Y/N L/N began working with him on missions he turned out to be quickly flustered by her beauty but he wanted to stay professional so he put his feelings for her aside for the job and pretend to hate her.
As she made her way to the kitchen, Y/N told Steve, "Hey Steve Fury said he wanted the both of us to go on an undercover mission as a married couple."
“ He couldn't get another female agent to do the mission with me?" Steve Said with a rude tone "He said he wants the both of us to be part of the mission so it can get done quicker I have good fighting skills so stop being a dick Rogers," Y/N responded with a smile on her face She took a sip of water for herself and said, "I don't understand why you hate me so much Rogers, I think we make a great team."
Steve thought to himself, "I actually really like you." Before leaving the kitchen, Steve said, "Well, I think there are better agents out there who can get the job done faster. You’re not as good as you think L/N."
"Why is he such a fucking dick?" She said without holding back to herself
"Since he actually really likes you and is trying to hide his feelings for you.. I just came from a run didn't mean to surprise you" Sam said as he made his way into the kitchen snatching a glass of water. She said to Sam, "he doesn't like me, he doesn't even have respect for me. I'm gonna start being rude back to him. I hate that he thinks he can walk around here being a dick." Sam responds, "You both are so stupid I gotta go tell rogers to man up." Natasha asks as she enters the kitchen, "What are you guys talking about?"
Sam tells Natasha, "Oh nothing just how rogers is pretending to be an asshole to her she doesn't believe that he has feelings for her." Natasha replied , "Y/N , Steve is like in love with you, but he just doesn't know how to show it or admit it."
As she exits the kitchen, Y/N says, "Whatever guys, nice talking to you, I gotta get ready for the mission." Natasha responded, "I don't think either of them have the balls to admit their feelings," when Sam told her, "20 bucks they come back from that mission as a real couple."
She made her way to the car to put her bag of clothes in the car Steve came and went through the mission with her. He said, "I'm going to be Stefan Hudson and you'll be Andrea Hudson. We have to keep an eye out for the neighbors. They have the information we need. The faster we get those papers, the faster I don't have to play your fake husband anymore." Steve said, "How about you shut it rogers. I wouldn't wanna be your wife anyway. I hate this as much as you do." When she said that Steve's heart was aching. Did she really hate this?
“Whatever just play the part right” Steve said as he goes into the car and drives them to the location
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"Finally we’re here,"
"Remember my names Stefan and Your names Andrea," Steve said as they exited the vehicle. "Hey guys how are you? I see we have new neighbors; do you need help with anything?” a neighbor, inquired.
With a smile, Y/N goes to Steve and takes his hand. "No, we're okay, I think we just gonna stay in tonight and make ourselves at home," she says.
"Well, it's always great to offer," the neighbor says. "What's your guys name?" The neighbor said to Steve, "I’m Stefan and that’s my wife Andrea." Steve said "Well I’ll leave you guys to it my names Ross by the way," before quickly looking Y/N up and down. "nice meeting you but we’re gonna head inside," Y/N said.
Steve did not like Ross. Steve tells Y/N, "I don't really like that guy," and she responds, "me neither." "At least we can both agree on that," Steve tells Y/N.
She asks Steve, "Why do you hate me?" as she looks him in the eye. She sighs and heads upstairs to their shared bedroom after not getting a response. Steve follows her upstairs, saying, "I- I don't hate you, I just pretend to hate you,"
"Why I've never done anything wrong to you,"
"Because I just pretend I don't know what to tell you."
"Stop lying to me, just stop pretending to hate me what is it with you?" She asks Steve, not intending to cause a scene, as she yelled quietly.
“I love you. Okay? Is that what you're looking for?!" Steve asks, "You love me?" She asks as he runs his hand through his hair.
Steve walks slowly toward her so that they are face-to-face and says, "Yeah, I love you and I'm sorry I made you think I hated you I just don’t know how to handle my feelings." The small gap between them is making it harder for Steve not to kiss her , so he grabs her face with both hands and kisses her with such passion and love. Y/N grabs Steve’s hair and Steve moans into Y/N's mouth. There is a brief moment of passion and lust. With a grin on her face, Y/N walks away from the kiss and says, "I love you too." “I’m going to make sure I waste no more time and show you how much I love you,” Steve says with a smile Steve quickly kisses Y/N on the neck after lifting her up and placing her on the bed. She can't help but think that Sam and Natasha were right and that Fury would kill them if he found out they’re doing this on the mission but she couldn’t help but feel happy.