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geasthewritingrat · 2 years

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Proposing at the same time

Pairings; Ferdinand x reader, Hubert x reader, Claude x reader, Dimitri x reader, Yuri x reader (separate) Gender Neutral! Possibly OOC but I’ve just worked 6 days consecutively I’m tired (I also didn’t mean for Ferdie and Hubie’s to be so much longer than everyone else’s I promise)

Ferdie; -He spent so much time in multiple different towns, trying to find the best ring for you, and if he wasn’t so swamped with work he’d have made the ring himself, but he eventually settled on a gorgeous, elegant yet extravagant, jewelled band that suits you and your stunning beauty perfectly -The whole night was perfectly planned, from the time he calls for you, to the sweet speech he’d prepared (and rehearsed) over the course of many early mornings (Hubie caught him reading it in front of the mirror once and poor Ferdie’s never seen such pure amusement on anyone’s face) -It’s already all set up by the time you both reach the secluded meadow, blanket laid neatly in a patch of grass surrounded by flowers, yet not squishing too many, candles carefully placed so they don’t fall and burn everything to the ground, fireflies dancing in the moonlight, your favourite foods, lovingly handmade by Ferdinand himself, beautifully covered so none other than you two could enjoy it -A perfect night for the most perfect person in his eyes -Yet he completely forgets that he was meant to propose. Literally just, forgets. He’s so enthralled by your beauty and enraptured by your melodic voice that he forgets about the box in his pocket, forgets about the speech he made, forgets that he’s meant to ask you to share the rest of your lives together because in that moment it truly seemed as if you were the only people to exist -It’s only when you, having known his plan all along (he’s not subtle nor sly enough to hide it), pull out a box containing the ring you spent weeks choosing, showing it to him with a sheepish smile, that he remembers what he came there to do and scrambles to pull out the ring he chose for you -Very romantic, 10/10 -He later tells Dorothea everything that happened, dramatically lamenting the fact he never got to say his long, very sweet speech he had prepared, and she brings the whole ordeal up during her speech at the wedding

Hubie; -Oh Hubie, oh sweet, caring mother hen Hubie -As well-informed and sly as he is, he’s near-hopeless when it comes to romance, so when he found out you were taking trips to various jewellers searching for rings he genuinely thought you were just browsing for yourself, even if its not usually your type of thing (or, maybe you were looking at rings for him, to coax him out of his glove-wearing obsession) -With how much time he spent also at the same jewellers that you visited (he thought you were better with accessories than him so he followed your lead in secret) you’d think he would wisen up and figure it out but no, it takes the jeweller themself mentioning you for him to realise you were looking for engagement rings and not everyday rings -He found a ring that he thought would be perfect for you and the jeweller mentioned that you’d been eyeing that one and that’s what finally made him clock on to what all your trips had truly been for -Not wanting to be taken by surprise with no way to smoothly recover and act like he has everything perfectly planned all the time, he carries the ring with him everywhere he goes, even if you’re not nearby or maybe even in a whole other city doing work stuff -After a talk with Edelgard, he decides to plan something special to show that he does, in fact, absolutely adore you and everything you do, but he does still keep the ring with him in a special pocket that he refuses to use for anything else -It happens at a time that neither of you had prepared (the dinner he had planned was set for a week later, and you were gonna do it later the next night), you two were just sitting by the waterfront one warm afternoon, gazing out at the glittering lake before you, when you felt peaceful and relaxed enough to ask him to close his eyes as you stood to kneel behind him, ring box in hand -He’s smart (sometimes) and knows exactly what you’re doing, so he takes the ring box out of his pocket and displays it proudly as he turns around once you tell him you’re ready

Claude; -Fecker knew the whole damn time -Somehow knew from the moment you thought to yourself “huh, I think I wanna marry Claude” -He mentions to Hilda one day that he’s 99% sure you’re out shopping for engagement rings at that exact moment, and then says “hey you know what would be really funny” and decides that he, too, would be proposing after you spent so much time & effort planning everything with your second closest confidant (whoever that may be) -So when you finally muster up the courage to take him to a gorgeous beach one evening after a satisfying dinner, he’s got this unusual, unreadable grin on his face, hands behind his back as he fiddles with the little velvet box containing the ring he oh so lovingly chose for you, only to trip and fall, grabbing you by the arm and bringing you down with him -Now, two identical ring boxes lay on the sand in front of you, and Claude’s sheepish “surprise?” almost makes up for the mouthful of sand you’re now having to spit out -He’s laughing and you’re eating sand

Dima; –Absolutely clueless -You two proposing at the same time really is just pure chance -He didn’t even know you were planning on proposing in the first place! Okay maybe he had a slight hunch but he didn’t want to ask in case he was wrong and it was just wishful thinking on his part -Dimitri (lovely Dima, gorgeous man, amazing) asks the Blue Lions for help with choosing the right ring and planning the perfect date, some help more begrudgingly than others (looking at you Felix Hugo Fraldarius), but in the end he has a solid plan and a pretty damn gorgeous ring, all he needs now is self confidence and you -A while before the actual event, he tells you that he’s taking you to see some of Faerghus’ most beautiful snowy areas, promising countless tales from his childhood, and you decide that that’s the perfect time to propose, because it sounds phenomenal and you had no idea Dimitri was planning on proposing then too -When you two reach the absolutely stunning and truly wondrous area, you pull out your ring box and get on one knee, only to see Dimitri blink a few times before doing the exact same thing, blushing hard and smiling wide

Yuri; -He found out your plan by accidentally going to the same jeweller as you at the same time as you, seeing you carefully inspecting the engagement rings as he got through the door, but because he’s Yuri mf Leclerc you didn’t see him as he stood in the shadows and observed your choice -It made him feel all warm & fuzzy inside so he searches high and low for The Best Ring Ever to give to you -From that point onwards, he’s taking the ring with him whenever you ask him to join you on an outing, no matter how big or small that outing may be, but to his surprise you don’t propose on any of those trips -One day, he’s been working non stop for hours, so you waltz into his office and all-but drag him to the dining table, lecturing him about how he needs to eat properly even if his work is very important, and since he just thought it was a normal dinner he didn’t take the ring with him -To his shock, you end up spontaneously proposing after you both finish eating, confessing that you were planning to propose on each of those little trips you took him on, only for it to not feel right or for nerves to get the better of you, so you decided to do it in a place you both feel comfortable and at ease -He accepts, obviously, but then takes you back to his office to show you that he bought you a ring too, slipping it straight onto your finger

- Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! As always I have been Geas and you have been awesome, never forget that. I hope that you are giving yourself a break and treating yourself fairly, because while things may seem like they’re spinning out of control sometimes, you are stronger and better than you know. -

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bakugohoex · 3 years

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Iida,Kirashima and Bakugo with a s/o who is competing in that Pageant UA in the School Festival Arc?

“if you win, i’ll take you out tonight”

pairing: eijiro kirishima x female readers, katsuki bakugo x female reader

cw: language, sexual implications, fluff

word count: 2700+

a/n: umm hi, i hit 500 hundred followers earlier today and it just means so much to me thank you for the support also i don’t write for iida sorry

summary: in which you’re performing at the ua pageant and get a surprised visit from one of the boys with a proposal in mind

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eijiro kirishima

The black encased your figure perfectly, it was tight in all the right places and you looked perfect. Well that’s what Kirishima thought walking into where you and Mina were. Mina seemed to be holding a silver leotard with a skirt it didn’t look at good as the black did. The thigh high boots clinged to your thighs, he was drooling at the sight of the skin squishing at the top of them. Having been told by Midoriya who had brought Eri along to see the contestants, he had been in shock and instantly told the boy who had asked what had me the green haired boy redden.

“Hey Kiri, what’s up?” Hearing his nick name was heaven to his now red ears.

You gestured for him to move to the side, seeing a man come in with the rest of your costume. Mina in an instant told him where to put the stuff as you went closer to the red-haired boy. “You okay?”

You were worried at his unusual quietness, “I…I didn’t know you were doing the pageant.”

“Yeah, I kind of got dragged into doing it, Mina wanted me to.” You smile, you hadn’t realised how in his eyeshot’s were your boobs, but you didn’t care, you were just friends after all.

Even though on the walk towards him you might have pulled the top part to reveal more just for the boy. “Oh that’s cool, I’ll definitely vote for you.”

“I’m expecting you too.” You smile, your lips were a shade lighter then your original lip colour and your eyes had little star gems underneath. It was perfect, you were perfect.

“I was ugh, thinking that…” He paused thinking of the rehearsed words him and Sero had been practicing a mere hour ago when he had found out about you doing this, “if you win, I’ll take you out tonight.”

“Like a date?” You questioned.

He became even more beat red, matching his hair colour, you smiled at the boy waiting for an answer. He scratched the back of his head, “yes like a date.”

“I better win then.” You laughed before hearing Mina shout your name, “I’ll see you later.”

You leant to kiss his cheek before walking back to Mina who had gotten the end piece of your leotard. Kirishima touched his cheek a smile on his face as he left you, Mina had wrapped the dress around you leaving the from part uncovered. You looked amazing and Mina was happier that she had pulled this off than your actual looks.

“Okay, I think they’re going to call your name soon, I’ll be at the front row.” You nod watching her leave before pacing back and forth.

You had never done something like this and even with being as confident as you were, you were scared. But the sight of Kirishima and his blushing self had sent you into overdrive, the boy had asked you out and now you had to win. You heard your name and started walking to where the stage was, being a third year you had seen this many times with the class from Nejire winning in your first year and another person the next. Now it was your turn to win and you were up against some girls who were a lot prettier than you were. Whose quirks were amazing compared to yours.

“Now onto the stage we have class 3a Y/n Y/l/n.” You heard your name but were unable to move, you hesitantly wobbled onto the stage, the lights flashing. You were anxious but it soon dimmed at the sight of Kirishima, his wide shark teeth grin melted your heart. In an instance you gained the confidence, his thumbs up making you warm up inside.

Your quirk activated and, in an instant, you were up in the air controlling electricity through your fingertips. The way your hair filled up with the yellow sparks, you and Denki having a similar quirk, but you didn’t have an over exertion limit and yours was more lightening from the sky then anything else. You pranced about with it, making symbols and making everybody enchanted by your movement. It was a sight for sore eyes, the lightening clinging to the skirt that Mina had put on you before becoming ash in front of their eyes. They watched you emerge from it with the leotard that was now a bright red before landing right in front of Kirishima.

A grin on his face at the beauty he had just seen, you let the lightening strike behind you before taking a bow. Hearing cheers at the performance it was unexpected, it wasn’t amazing, and you thought it too similar to the previous third years, but Mina had said you’d put your own twist on it. Which you did in some ways, your hair moved back down to your body onto the red as you smiled at everybody. Kirishima gave a bright grin and you knew it’d take a while before the results came in.

“Y/n, that was fucking amazing.” She squealed jumping into your lap, you hugged her as she stayed sitting before seeing Kirishima and the rest of your class come in.

“You were brilliant, we had no idea you were doing the pageant.” Ururaka squeals hugging both you and Mina who wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

Kirishima smiled at you softly you hoped he wouldn’t back down on the agreement because you had only got the nerve to do it due to seeing him. “We’ll let you get changed.” Momo spoke picking Mina off of you and dragging her out.

You nodded and they all left again, Kirishima having been ushered along as well. You signed taking the stars off your face and wiping the makeup, you put on the UA uniform, your face finally breathing in natural air. You walked out, fearful of the result and really wanting to know if you were spending your night alone or not.

Hearing the announcement occur, you saw your friends in the crowd all cheering for you, you stood alongside the other girls. Waiting to hear the results, the wait seemed long and strenuous but at the sound of your name. Your eyes widened as banners popped out and a crown and sachet were put on your head.

Kirishima clapped grinning at how happy you were, what he didn’t realise was how you were joyous due to the proposition and not the winning. Walking towards the boy after being dismissed, you gave a soft smile the crown placed perfectly on your head.

“Congratulations Y/n.”

“Thank you, Kiri.” It was silent as you waited for him to talk, you played with the sachet, feeling accomplished at the win.

He finally looked up at you nervously, “about what I said earlier, if you…you don’t want to go out with me then…then that’s f…fine.”

You gave a nervous laugh which he took as mocking him, he was ready to walk away, “of course we’re going out tonight, I’ll be ready by 6.”

You went to kiss his cheek again, a feeling he had missed, the close contact being unbearable before you leant in to kiss him. His soft lips on your own, hands on your waist whilst yours were in the red locks. It was a pretty sight, and the class were more shocked at this then you doing the pageant. With mouths open and confusion riddled throughout them.

katsuki bakugo

The muffles from inside the room that was supposed to have the pageant contestants sounded eerily like you and Mina. Bakugo had been walking past trying to find where Kirishima had gone with his phone. But instead had heard you and Mina in the room, barging through with a knock, you both screamed before realising who it was.

“Knock next time,” Mina muttered to the boy helping you put the sparkles in your hair.

He glared at her before looking at you, “What you doing?” He asked uninterested but really wanting to know.

You turned to face him, the silver sequined dress making his ears prick red. He watched you stand up smirking, it was almost too seductive at how you walked up to him, Mina annoyed you had left. But you didn’t care, the dress was too short, and you knew his eyesight were on your exposed chest.

He turned to not meet your boobs; he could imagine his hand cupping them but quickly dismissed it. “I’m doing the pageant.” You hadn’t meant to stroll up to him, but your shoes were on the other side, and as you passed him, his head quipped back to watch you bend to pick the shoes.

Your ass on full view, his jaw clenching at how easily you could so something like that in front of him. Had it been anybody else and he wasn’t here would you have done the same to them. You stood back up sauntering past and sitting back on the seat for Mina to continue to put the glitter on your face

“Why would you do a shitty thing like that?” Bakugo asked coming closer to the two of you.

Mina was the one to answer this time, putting the silver eyeliner across your eyes, “it looked fun and i wanted Y/n to do it.”

You nodded re-opening your eyes to see yourself in the mirror, “I’m going to grab the tiara.”

Mina left leaving silence between you and the angry boy, “you could’ve just done a private show instead, you don’t need to look like that in front of people.”

“I can do what I want.” You stood back up to meet his gaze, this time he stared directly at you.

“I’m just saying, people will see stuff that’s supposed to be m…” He stopped in his tracks, you raising an eyebrow. Before bringing your finger to graze across his arm it was exposed and his skin was on show, you could almost feel the goosebumps.

Smirking at the boy, he knew exactly what you were doing, and he wasn’t going to fall for it. In the three years you had both spent in UA, the small touches here and there from the two of you had been noticed by the class. Here in private, he thought of a way to get you out but also prove you don’t need validation by voters instead. An ultimatum of some sorts.

“I could finish the sentence if you want.” Even with the shoes you were still shorter then the boy, his hand reached for your face, the rough texture gazing up and down your cheek.

“I’ll make a deal with you,” his fingers moved to circle your lips, his thumb moving from corner to corner. You nodded waiting to hear the deal, “if you win, I’ll take you out tonight.”

“So now you want me to do it?” It was a joke but even the strong willed Bakugo was fearful of your response, maybe you would reject him and never talk to him again.

“I’m just saying instead of doing it to gain praise, do it to win a date with me.” The word date stumbled from his mouth without him realising. A grin plastering on your face to draw attention away from your wide eyes and blush that speckled across your nose and cheeks. He let go of your mouth and face in an instant, mostly to hide how his palms had gotten sweaty.

He put his hands in his pockets waiting to hear an answer himself now but not daring to meet your eyes, “okay, but I get a kiss as well.” You had sweetened the deal and this time Bakugo was the one to go wide eyed.

He regained some composure, looking at you with a smirk, “deal.”

Before you could say anymore, Mina arrived back with the silver tiara and Bakugo left without a goodbye, Mina complained about Bakugo and other people, you agreeing waiting for her to put the final touches to you.

You looked beautiful, the reflection staring back at you bringing Mina’s eyes to warm at how gorgeous you actually looked. “I’ll be in the front row.” She waved walking out the door, your looked at yourself and realised that you needed to win.

If this was your only goal in life, then so be it. You needed the date, needed the kiss that you had longed for, for years and most of all you needed Bakugo’s praise. Nobody else’s, just his.

You stepped out the room, walking to where the stage was. You were confident in the performance, having practiced it with Mina for weeks now, but you were still scared. Nervous even, hearing your name, you smiled walking onto the stage.

Seeing the faces and lights pouring onto the stage, you took a sharp breath before activating your quirk, moving the lights with your fingers. You made them come closer and closer to you before you pushed against the air to fly with the lights, the way you made the fairy lights from surrounding stalls erupt next to you had enchanted the audience. But most specifically the scowl that had been on Bakugo’s face seconds prior had turned into a look of love and lust.

Watching you move with the lights that you made change colour, the ribbons that swirled around you. It was definitely a show, the dress stayed clinging to you, nobody being able to see your underwear. Which both you and Mina were glad about, but whilst they watched the speculations occurring beside you. Bakugo only had eyes for you, his gaze skimming up and down your body, ever curve that attached the dress, the tiara that stayed on top of your head. He wanted you to be his princess, he wanted to call you mine in a matter of minutes.

The performance ended with you out of breath and making sure you moved everything back where it was supposed to go. You bowed before taking your leave backstage, knowing the results wouldn’t be coming out for a while.

Mina was the first one through the doors eloping you into a hug, you felt suffocating but let her keep at it before Bakugo pried her off you. “Leave the damn woman alone, alien.”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, turning to the other girls who all hugged you as well, “sorry guy’s I’d catch up with you about this, but the results are getting announced soon and I need to get changed.”

They all nod leaving, Bakugo watched you turn away, undoing the earrings and wiping the makeup, he dawdled for a bit before leaving. He didn’t know what to say to you but all he wanted was for you to win and get the kiss he had desired for three years.

You quickly got changed, wearing the UA uniform and chucking the plastic tiara that Mina had bought onto the desk. Hearing the announcement, you were a lot more nervous after thinking about the situation. Could you still go on the date even if you lost? You didn’t know and whilst waiting in line with the rest of the girls, still scared. You saw the blond smirk at you and knew that even if your lost you’d still gain a reward from him.

The sound of your name made your eyes widen and even Bakugo’s smirk turned into a genuine smile at how you had won. The crown was placed on your head and Bakugo swooned, this man became red and had to not look at how perfect you looked in it. Streamers flowing down past you, it was a sight and he saw so much beauty in that moment.

Once you were dismissed, you were the one smirking as you strolled to the boy, “I won.”

“I saw.” He spoke nonchalantly not meeting your gaze.

“6pm then.” He nodded his fear and insecurity being established.

You saw him not meet your eyes and felt something in your stomach. You leant up to kiss his cheek thinking he was scared to kiss you, “you don’t have to kiss me.

You were about to walk away but he grabbed your arm bringing you onto his chest and his lips catching your own. His hands moving to cup your cheeks, your own moving to his spiky blond locks. The kiss was deep and having heard you say those words had made him regain his confidence to do what he liked with you. He let go off you a classic smirk painted across his face and a dazed you in his arms.

You were both staring at each other, he kissed your temple, “you’re mine.” It was a murmur, but it made your insides warm.

“I’m yours.”

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fanmoose12 · 3 years

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this prompt lives in my head 24/7 - Levi and Hange accidentally go on a double date with Mike and Nanaba

Levi was confident he could do it. He was preparing for this for months. He kept track of Hange’s schedule, waiting for her day-off. He wrote a speech. It was romantic, funny and charming. He was sure Hange that would love it. To ensure that she would love it, he rehearsed it - once with Erwin and numerous times in front of the mirror in his room. He could do it, he knew he could.

The day has finally come. The weather outside was nice, not too hot and not too cold, it was the perfect for the stroll around the town. Levi put on his best clothes, spent even more time on his hair than usual and then made sure that his cravat looked as elegant as possible.

After he was dressed, he headed to Hange’s room. It was almost nine in the morning, and Levi was confident she wasn’t still sleeping. He asked Moblit to kick her out of the lab earlier last night and then he personally ensured that Hange got to bed at reasonable hour. He hoped she had rested well, and that she was in a cheerful, happy mood. If not, then Levi would do anything to make her happy.

Tugging at his sleeve and fixing his jacket, he stopped for a moment, breathing in deeply. The door to Hange’s room seemed unusually big today. He felt as it was looming over him, and as he stared at it, he could see a pattern on a wood that looked almost like a face. A grinning, smug face that was judging his nervousness.

Levi shook his head, mentally scolding himself for being ridiculous. Hange was probably rubbing off him. He took another breath and finally knocked on the door.

“Wait!” he heard a shout from the other side.

Then he heard a loud boom, and Levi winced, realising that it was probably the sound of Hange falling on her ass. Another few seconds passed, and the door was finally opened, revealing a very disheveled, but smiling Hange.

“Levi! What brings you here?”

Levi stared at her, feeling his heart drop. The speech. He had forgotten it. He repeated it so many times in his head, but now he couldn’t remember a single word. He opened his mouth a few times, trying to say something. Nothing came out.

“Levi?” Hange frowned. “Are you alright?”

“The town,” he rasped. “Do you want to come?”

“Are you asking me to visit the town with you?”

“Yes. The weather is nice.”

Levi cringed at the awkwardness of this whole exchange. He ruined everything. He won’t be able to charm Hange anymore. There was no way she would agree to go on a date with him now.

But Hange just grinned, her eyes bright.

“Sure!” she said cheerfully.

Levi felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. She agreed!

“Just let me ask Nanaba and Mike, I heard they were going to the town too!” Hange added, before closing the door.

It took Levi a few moments to realise the meaning of her words. Ask Nanaba and Mike? What for? And then it hit him - Hange didn’t realise he was asking her on a date.

Levi hit his head against the wall, groaning in frustration.

He fucked it all up.

***

“There is no need to look so grim,” Mike nudged him.

Levi resisted to growl at him. Even if his invitation was a bit ambigous, Levi was a man enough to admit it, it wasn’t only his fault that their date with Hange was ruined. Mike surely must have known that Levi had intended to ask her out for a long time now. Even though, Erwin was his only confidant, he had no doubt that the commander had shared this particular secret of his with Mike. The two fuckers took an immense joy in gossiping about his relationship with Hange.

It infuriated Levi to no end. There was nothing obvious about his feelings to Hange. He himself became aware of them only some months ago.

And now, when he had finally gathered enough courage to confess, Mike had come and trumpled over all of his efforts. The moment they arrived in the town, Hange and Nanaba had ran away, visiting every shop on their path.

“Nanaba and I can leave,” Mike offered, sensing Levi’s anger. It was a really nice day after all. Mike would hate to die by Levi’s hands today.

“It will only make things worse,” Levi grunted. “Hange would get upset that you left, or worse,” he sent a particularly fiery look to Mike. “She’d want to go with you.”

An idea suddenly formed in Levi’s mind. Maybe, he could find a way to use Mike and Nanaba. He looked up at the tall man beside him, narrowing his eyes.

“You and Nanaba are a couple, right?” he asked bluntly.

“You know that we are.”

“Can you act more like a couple?”

“What? Levi, are you okay? I know that you’re upset-”

“Shut up,” Levi glowered. “I have a plan on how to fix it, but I need you and Nanaba to help. You’re a couple and you’re on a date. You have to make Hange realise it.”

“Realise what?” Mike drew his eyebrows together, still confused.

“That Hange and I are the same,” Levi huffed, his patiency running slim. “She has to realise that you’re not the only who are on a date. That we are on a date too, that we are,” he scowled, hating how the next word made him blush. “That we’re together.”

“Oh,” Mike breathed, catching up to Levi’s intention. “So what? You propose we do something romantic?”

“Something like that, yes,” Levi crossed hands on his chest, looking grumpier than usual.

“We can go to the gardens,” Mike scratched his chin. “You can pick up some flowers for Hange, it’d be a nice gesture.”

Hange liked flowers, everyone knew that. Maybe, Mike wasn’t so useless after all.

***

The idea to go to the gardens was a total, absolute disaster.

There was nothing romantic in watching Hange crawl on the grass like a fucking cockroach, watching after disgusting, little bugs. Levi had to summon all of his strength to keep himself from gagging at the sight of those heinous creatures Hange brought to him.

Well, at least she looked happy. And that was his primary goal, right?

***

After gardens, they went to the market place, and there Levi tried to show Hange, just how nice and caring he could be. He bought her all the pastries she wanted, watched her every step so she wouldn’t trip and fall, took her by the hand when the crowd got too big.

He didn’t even complain when Hange dragged him from one store to other. He was so good.

Too bad Hange was too excited about their surroundings to spare him even a single glance.

***

They decided to end their day with a delicious, hot meal at the cafe.

It was a cosy, little place and the soft candlelight created a perfect romantic atmosphere. Soon after they ordered their food, the musicians came and began to play.

Mike nudged his foot under the table, subtly nodding at Hange.

“Nana, won’t you honor me with a dance?” Mike asked his beloved with a gallant smile. With a delighted chuckle, Nanaba placed her hand in his and together they left the table.

Levi watched, feeling envious. It came so easy to Mike, his interaction with Nanaba looked so effortless. Why couldn’t he do the same?

Taking his eyes off a happy couple, Levi turned to Hange. Their eyes met and his heartbeat fastened.

“Do you-” he gestured vaguely at Mike and Nanaba. “Do you want to join them?”

Hange’s lips curved into a sly smile. “Are you inviting me for a dance, Levi?”

“Sure,” he answered, feeling a lump in his throat. “Do you want to?”

“Of course!” Hange beamed. She grabbed his hand and dragged him to the center of the dance floor. She then put her arms around his neck, humming softly.

They started to move around. Levi kept staring at his feet, afraid that he’d step on Hange’s toe. And too nervous to look her in the eyes.

Hange didn’t seem to mind. She laid her chin on his head, pressing closer.

“I had so much fun today,” she spoke softly. “It was a perfect date, Levi.”

Levi snapped his eyes to Hange’s face, watching it intently. So she knew?

“I didn’t realise it at first,” she confessed with a chuckle. Levi’s surprised face was so amusing.

“Then when did you? When did you realise that I had asked you out on a date?”

“I had my first suspicion at the gardens, when you brought me a bouquet of daffodils with that constipated, embarrassed look on your face,” Hange’s eyes sparkled with mischief, as Levi’s gaze filled with annoyance. “But yeah, then you took my hand when we were at the market place, and I realised that... um,” she swallowed, her cheeks reddening. “I realised that it wasn’t just a friendly hang out.”

“And?” Levi’s heart was beating so fast, he was afraid it’d jump out of his chest. “Do you wish... to repeat it? The date, I mean,” he added hastily, not wanting to create another misunderstanding.

“I do,” Hange nodded eagerly. She pressed a kiss to Levi’s cheek. “But next time, just be more direct, okay?”

Levi scowled, making Hange double with laughter. As he listened to her giggling, a smile appeared on his lips as well.

Hange seemed so happy right now, and that meant that he had successfully reached his goal.

#:)#levihan

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damn-behzinga · 4 years

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I Can’t Wait For Forever

Ethan Payne (Behzinga) X Reader

summary - The Sidemen film your’s and Ethan’s wedding, here are the fan favourite bits.

warnings - lack of father figure, panicking, swearings, my terrible writing

request - Could you do something with ethan where it's your wedding day or something. Thank you x

Hey if it alright could you do an ethan imagine where it's our wedding day and maybe its filmed by the sidemen x it's alright if you dont

masterlist and request info

You and Ethan had gotten engaged a year and a half before you officially got married. Ethan proposed at your anniversary and you had announced it a few days later.

You had chosen to get married at an old manor house which had a beautiful garden especially during the summer you were due to get married in.

When you and Ethan gave your invites to the lads, Ethan sat them down and finally asked, "Will you lads be my groomsmen?"

The boys all beamed and pulled Ethan into a hug and started jumping. You chuckled and smiled softly, watching the boys interact.

"So, who's your best man then?" JJ asked, a grin on his face.

Ethan grinned and sighed. "I chose Charlie." The boys all looked at one and other sighed.

"What?" JJ exclaimed.

"Well, when you guys get married, Josh will choose Tobi and vice versa, Vik will choose Harry and vice versa, and Simon will choose JJ and vice versa. I didn't want to pick one of you lot over the other." Ethan explained. The pairs all nodded understanding completely, knowing not to argue with the groom to be.

"Can we film it?" Harry asked.

"I'll have to talk to y/n, but it could be fun. You guys could film you guys practising. I think we were planning on filming the wedding anyway."

You had agreed, thinking it would be fun if the men filmed their perspective of the wedding and how their morning went. So the men filmed the day and how the rehearsal the day before went.

You stood at the entrance of the manor house, You watched as each of the pairs of brides and grooms made their way up to alter before going to their respective side. First to walk up was Charlie and your best friend Lucy, followed by Simon and Talia, then JJ and Becky. As Harry and Katie walked up to the alter they unlinked their arms and quickly separated causing Ethan to groan.

"You come up to there and then walk away not walk away straight away! Have you lot been to a wedding before?" You laughed at Ethan's comment as Harry chuckled and apologised. They were followed by Josh and Freya, Tobi and Gee, and then Vik and your friend Steph. Then it was your two young cousins, the flower girl and page boy. The walked down the aisle together and then ran up to give Ethan a hug. Josh and Harry were messing around with the cameras not really paying attention to talk about what was happening to the viewers.

You had decided on pink dresses for the bridesmaids and blue suits for the groomsmen. Ethan wore a black suit which contrasted your white trumpet figured dress that had a long train. The dress had long sleeves and an open back, showing off your figure but also letting your remain covered.

The groomsmen were on the other side of the hotel and didn't tell you that JJ had lost his jewellery. Ethan was panicking trying to find this jewellery that you had spent way too long picking out. Ethan tried to remain calm for the camera and continued to search. Vik and Josh were calming him down as Simon, JJ, and Tobi were searching for the missing cufflinks. Ethan started to calm down and pulled out his phone to call his mum.

He put it on speaker his mum answered.

"Hello, darling, are you okay?" His mum's voice rang out. "Everything going smoothly?"

"Jide has lost his jewellery so they're searching for that and I'm nervous and excited and-"

"Has he checked the drawer next to the bed and the floor around it?" His mum interrupted. Ethan looked at the lads who quickly searched the area his mum pointed out. JJ held up the lost jewellery and gave a small sorry smile.

"You're a lifesaver!" Ethan groaned into the phone and his mum just chuckled.

"Anyway, you better not be getting cold feet right now!" His mother scolded. "Y/n is too lovely for that."

"No, I want to marry her. I can't wait to marry her!" Ethan exclaimed. "We've been planning this for a year and I don't want to get anything wrong."

"Everything will be fine. I promise you." Ethan's mum said calmly. "I can't wait to walk with you down the aisle."

Ethan got emotional talking to his mum, just a few months ago Ethan had cried to you about how he wasn't going to have a dad to walk down the aisle with or have a dad dance with you when you switched parents after the first dance. You had insisted that it was okay to dance with his mum and that you'd just have to switch it up.

"I'll see you in fifteen minutes, love." Ethan's mum said softly. Ethan said his goodbyes and hung up.

You and Ethan had decided to do a first look video before the actual ceremony because you wanted Ethan's genuine reaction. Ethan had waited and then you walked up behind him and tapped his shoulder. Ethan nervously turned around and as soon as he saw you, he bought a hand to his mouth and he looked you up and down.

"Hi." You whispered.

"You look- wow. You look so beautiful." He said softly. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it lightly, his other hand reached up stroked your sleeved arm softly.

"Stop. I'm going to cry!" You exclaimed.

"Don't cry, your make up took so long!" Talia said, and the two of you laughed.

You soon had to separate and go settle down so you could walk down the aisle.

Ethan linked arms with his mum, getting ready to walk down the aisle. His mum pulled him down and planted a kiss on his cheek. And then it was time. Ethan walked down the aisle and made eye contact with his friends who smiled cheerily at him. Ethan stopped at the aisle and turned to kiss his mum's cheek. She grinned at him and patted his arm softly, tapping three times, a small sign they came up with when Ethan was a child to show that she loved him, Ethan tapped three times back. His mum took her seat and Ethan stood at the aisle. He greeted the celebrant and shook his hand.

"Congratulations." The celebrant smiled.

"Thank you so much." Ethan mirrored his smile.

Music started playing and Ethan immediately turned to watch the groomsmen and bridesmaids walking down the aisle. They all remembered what they had to do which relieved Ethan a bit. Ethan hugged your young cousins and they quickly moved on. Ethan then watched as you appeared at the other end of the hall, holding arms with your dad. You made eye contact with Ethan and waved quickly. He grinned and walked down the three steps to take your hand. He shook your dad's hand and you kissed your dad's cheek. Your dad took his seat as Ethan walked you up to the small stage.

As the celebrate started his speech, you stared at Ethan and grabbed his hand and stroked it softly.

"And now for the vows." The celebrant smiled, passing Ethan the microphone.

Ethan took a deep breath and started to recite his vows, "When we met, I was a lost person looking to be found. During dark times, you were my flashlight. During hard times, you were my sense of relief. During times when I felt as though I had nothing left in me, you helped me get back up and fight. So now, as I look at you in front of me as beautiful as ever, I can say with confidence that you are the embodiment of joy, kindness, love, life, and happiness. You helped me grow to be a better person and I can't thank you enough. I vow to always respect and value your opinions. I vow to listen to your rants about whatever show you're watching that I don't understand. I vow to try to never hurt you. I vow that no matter what happens, I will stand by your side. I vow to remind you of how beautiful you are in every way. I vow to be a shoulder to cry on when we rewatch Marley And Me. I vow to be the best I can for you and so much more."

You wiped your tears and chuckled softly at him before reciting your vows. "I was always known as the quiet, awkward girl in the back of the room but when I met you, you made me feel listened to and understood. When I couldn't get out of bed for the day because everything seemed too much, you would go out of your way to help me get up and relax. You were my reason then, my reason now, and my reason every day. When I felt I was stuck at the bottom of the mountain with no way of getting up, you provided climbing equipment and climbed with me. You have never left me behind and I can't thank you enough for that. I vow to give you my all and help you during hard times. I vow to watch football with you even though I don't understand what's going on. I vow to be most truthful self in front of you even if it's the ugly truth. I vow to be a shoulder to cry on when you watch Marley and Me because, although you won't admit it, you've cried more times over that than me. I vow to be by your side no matter what life throws at us. And I vow to love you as much as I can."

And soon after, the celebrant announced that "You may now kiss the bride.". Ethan cupped your cheek and pulled you into a kiss and dipped you slightly. You pulled apart and started to walk down the aisle towards the car that waited for you outside. You got into the car and waved at your friends before they drove you to the hotel where you spent some quality time together.

An hour later you arrived at the reception where the two of you were welcomed with a round of applause and cheer. You made your ways to the seats and people started raising their glasses as Josh stood to make a speech.

"When I met Ethan, he was a fat kid playing Fifa in Essex. We got along really well and there was a moment where me and Ethan, a few years later we were sitting on the couch after a shoot and he turned to me and he said he had gone on a date with this girl that he really liked. And I found that her name was y/n." Josh smiled at the two of you. "They hit it off and we met her a month later and dinner. And as y/n left to go to the bathroom, Ethan turned to us and said 'I'm going to marry that girl'." Ethan chuckled and blushed. "And all of us at the dinner had known that this was going to last forever. Y/n balanced Ethan out and after Ethan had told me he thought he was going to die alone, it was nice to see Ethan so hopeful about love. Y/n didn't like him because he was Behzinga or a YouTuber, she liked him for him, and Ethan needed a person like that in his life. So, as I stand here today, I want to thank Y/n for always being genuine and not letting Ethan getting too big of a head. I would wish you luck for the future ahead but I already know that you two are going to stand together through everything. So, I wish that you two live a happy and healthy life together because you deserve it. Thank you." Everyone clapped as you wiped away a few loose tears.

Your dad had stood up to make a speech. "There are times when I look at y/n and I see her as the girl I held in my arms, moments after she was born. When y/n was a teenager she made the decision to move to London, she was only eighteen and eager to live her life to the fullest. I remember a few years later during one of our weekly calls that she was going out with this guy called Ethan. Now I met Ethan a few months later because something had happened and we came together to help Y/n. Ethan was nervous meeting me and my wife but we quickly proved to him that y/n was the most important thing to us and she was to him as well." You sniffled as your dad made the speech. "It was so surreal having Ethan come up to me and ask me if he could take y/n's hand in marriage, and I remember turning to him and saying that he didn't need to ask because I was already so supportive of their relationship that I was surprised they weren't married already. I already have a beautiful daughter but I am so happy to welcome Ethan into our family with open arms." You cried and gave your dad a hug, not wanting to let go.

You had eaten your food and soon it was the first dance, Ethan and you had practised your slow dance for months and you were relieved when you managed to get to the final dip successfully. You danced with your dad and Ethan danced with his mum, softly whispering to one and another about how proud they were. You had talked with Ethan about dancing with your mum but Ethan felt off because he didn't have a dad for you to dance with. So, as Ethan started to dance with your mum, you took his mum's hands and started swaying with her. Ethan met your eyes across the dance floor and smiled at you. You then cut into the red velvet cake and fed it to each other.

You continued to dance with everyone, socializing with all the guests, eager to see them all. And obviously you had to play some top tunes so when Beerus came on, all you jumped to the dance floor and hyped JJ up. The night was full of love and laughter and you wouldn't have had it any other way.

"Right, welcome back to Sidemen Sunday and before we get into it, let's give a round of applause to Ethan in his first Sidemen video being a married man!" Josh cheered. Ethan grinned at the camera, showing off his new wedding ring as everyone cheered.

"How does it feel to be married?" Vik asked.

"Like the same, except I have a ring on." Ethan joked. "Nah, I've never been happier. She's the best thing that's ever happened to me and I got to share the experience with you guys and we filmed it so I can hold that memory forever."

"Thank you for letting us be groomsmen." Tobi smiled

"Still pissed you didn't choose me to be best man." JJ huffed jokingly.

"Anyways." Ethan rolled his eyes. "I loved it and you guys coming up with the idea to film getting ready, that was brilliant."

"I watched the videos you guys did without me whilst I was on honeymoon and you lot lost the plot without me lads." Ethan chuckled.

"How was your honeymoon? You went to South Korea right?" Simon asked.

"It was good actually! Lovely weather, we did so much, it was surreal!" Ethan chuckled. "Honestly, go there if you have the chance.

"Anyways, shall we move on with the video?" Josh asked and then everything quickly went back to how it usually was in a sidemen video, except this time, Ethan got to say 'My Wife'.

#behzinga x reader #sidemen #ethan payne #behzinga #ethan payne x reader #behzinga imagine #behzinga fanfiction #behzinga fluff #ethan payne imagine #ethan payne oneshot #ethan payne fanfiction #sdmn

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rosiewrld0211 · 4 years

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“You’re almost at the door”

☪ group: Red Velvet

☪ genre: angst, angst, angst!

☪ word count: 2.6k

☪ notes: ok so first post and it’s FULL ANGST but there’s no better way yo strat. enjoy!

GIF not mine. Creadits to the owner.

You heard the slamming of the door. Joohyun took her sweater before leaving. For the first time in the whole night, you let the accumulated tears come out.

The two of you started arguing almost four hours ago and didn't stop yelling at each other until your girlfriend decided it was enough. You could see the finality in her eyes; the last time you connected eyes shook you to the core.

You were left lying on the floor. Crying in anguish and fear. You were afraid. Scared that she would surrender and abandon you. Frightened that things couldn't be fixed. Terrified that she'll find someone else. So you sobbed for the rest of the night like that would help. As if the ten fights you had in two weeks were easy to ignore.

It was overwhelming. You'd been married five years now. Only 21 when you tied the knot. Time flew by, but it was enjoyed to the fullest. Even now, when there were days you couldn't look at each other's faces, you yearned for one another as if your life depended on it.

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She wanted to start a family. That's why you were constantly at each other's throats. But you didn't feel ready and she always used the argument that her "youth was not eternal". You wanted to give her all the happiness in the world because that's what she deserved. But both of your careers were just taking off and a child could get in between that.

The moment the light started leaking through the curtains didn’t catch your eye. Staring at one point in the ceiling you laid on your back. You felt empty. The relationship no longer had an escape route. It was either fixed now or never. But you didn't want to be the one that begged for forgiveness. Joohyun had to forget her pride and apologize for the first time in her life.

So the doubt stayed for a while. Your fingers lingered over the call button, hesitation present for a few seconds. If you called her, you'd be the one who'd regret it. Again.

You ended up swallowing your sorrows and blocking the phone.

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The week went on while you tried to forget about her absence. The questions of how and where she was were buried. You ignored the loneliness of going to bed and waking up with no one by your side. And you failed to cook anything moderately edible. And all that lasted for exactly seven days, not a word from Joohyun.

Until the papers arrived.

You stood up one Friday night to reluctantly answer the door. The movie you were watching remained in the background. It ended up being Seungwan, who quickly handed you the envelope before giving you one last look of mourning.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Was the only thing she said before rushing back through the hall. And you could have sworn that the shape walking towards the elevator was Joohyun's.

And she had every right to be sorry. When you opened it and pulled the documents out, it felt as if your hands were on fire. Breathe was knocked out of your lungs and the waterfalls in your eyes appeared. A muffled scream left your throat before hitting the ground. The only thing you could hear was white noise as you lamented yourself for the rest of the night.

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For the tenth time, you cried in the back seat of a taxi. You were sure that by this point the whole city knew about your heartache.

The man in his sixties, whom you managed to recognize as Jong-Ho, glanced at you in the rear-view mirror of the vehicle. He shared a look of empathy as if he truly knew the feeling. He flipped his head and stared at you once the light turned red. Looked as you sobbed and drained all the water in your body in the form of tears.

You got off at the entrance to your building, quickly paid for the ride, and then apologized for the mess. When you walked in, the security guard gave you the same look like the taxi driver, already used to seeing you in this condition. You kept going, staring directly at the floor, all the way to the elevator.

And you weren't brave enough to connect your eyes, afraid it would get worse when you realized he pitied you.

Back in your apartment, you laid on the couch, ditching your shoes on the way. You managed to spot one of your cats in the corner of the room. Relaxed, asleep, not even moving when you walked in. Your eyes moved to the empty canvas in the other corner of the room, next to the discarded negatives on the floor.

Your mind went blank.

The older techniques of photography were not interesting in your opinion, but after Joohyun's insistence on saving your memories, you were unable to resist. You ended up not turning them into positives after all.

The couch creaked as you got up. With little strength, your feet headed where you were looking. Standing in front of what could be the entire narrative of your relationship, the tears began to stream again. You couldn't stand all the feelings, falling to your knees.

You picked up one, then another, a third one followed. You ended up remembering the fifteen years you spent together. Despair won, making you search for your phone on the outer pocket of the jacket. You dialed the number of the person who loved you the most. The number of the person you loved the most.

"Hello?"

You didn't hold out. Sobs hit the device while your eyes wandered on the sequence of images. Joohyun laughing on her high school desk. You remembered everything as if it happened just seconds ago. How the teacher hushed you both for giggling too much. How your, at the time, best friend used you as a support to keep from falling to the floor. How you felt your stomach squirm with the joy of the moment.

"Y/N?"

The crying intensified. With one arm used as support, you looked for another negative, found the one you took of Joohyun blushing, hiding her face from the camera with her hands. Your mind reminded you of the different emotions that crossed her eyes when you confessed your feelings. How they narrowed at first, then flooded with tears that wanted to escape and finally lighted up. The memory of how she rushed over made you feel butterflies.

"Y/N!"

You took the roll of pictures of your then-girlfriend in your hands. Sleeping too peacefully to seem real in your shared bed. You felt as if that day was yesterday. Remembering the euphoria when she got on her knee to propose earlier that night. The six years of relationship passed by in seconds. The thought of her rehearsing her speech in front of the mirror. And you also recalled that when you said 'Yes!' she looked as if she felt like the luckiest woman in the whole world. Because when you hugged, a tornado destroyed everything in you and replaced it with pure happiness.

"Are you okay?"

It came as a whisper, almost inaudible. The same thing she asked you months ago when she introduced the idea of a divorce. You couldn't believe how raw everything felt. You tried to come to terms with what happened, but it just didn't stick with you.

It all resembled how Joohyun sat you down that one night. When she told you she was done with everything, that she couldn't take it anymore. You remembered listening to Joohyun tell you that all she wanted was a family and that if you weren't willing to start one, she would do it on her own. And then you felt everything again.

"I'm hanging up, Y/N."

You barely heard between your sobs. Remorse filled your system. Because if there's only one thing you could change, it would be your decision. You know you failed. You know that if you had just been a little less egoistic, you could be seeing her in person right now instead of crying on the phone.

You deigned to look up, where your blurred vision fell on the blank canvas. You hadn't been able to paint anything ever since she left. You were aware that your muse has moved on from you.

The only thing that came to your mind every time you picked up a pencil was the image of your tired wife, laying on her back, asking you to go back to bed. And you realized that you will not be able to witness anything like that again, the only thing that you could do is dream about it until you wake up alone again in a bed you used to share.

Because Joohyun, the person you loved the most, became a chimera. A memory you can only pray to have again.

"I'm sorry, Hyun."

Was the mumble that came out before the line went out. The last thing you said to her before the darkness consumed you one more time.

You saw her at an art exhibition.

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Most of the pieces displayed were portraits. The artist wanted to bring back the essence of past centuries

The place was huge and the amount of walking was tiring. Your legs felt numb at one point. One of the armchairs in the middle of the room looked tempting, and you couldn't resist making your way over it.

You glanced around trying to find something to entertain yourself. The paintings in that room were still new for your eyes, even after almost three hours of wandering. It didn't take long to realize that you had paid too much to just sit for the last half hour.

On that kind of occasions, it was impossible to not ignore the other people. It was a personal moment, no better way to communicate something than through art. That's how you spent the rest of the visit. Discovering what you missed at first glance, staring at all the people immortalized on canvas, analyzing the artist's intentions with each brushstroke.

It took you by surprise. You were so focused on moving to the next room that it startled you for a moment. The air was knocked out of your lungs and you felt a lump forming on your throat. You turned around for a moment, recovered your breath and then faced her. She looked slimmer than you remembered. Your eyes burned like hell and tears threatened to escape.

You stared at her for what felt like years, but it was just a few seconds.

She was sitting, looking straight, her daughter holding her hand tightly. She was wearing a white dress from what you assumed was her wedding.

You looked her hands, how the corners of her lip rise a little. The way her shoulders were straight and looked smaller than usual, how they blended so well with her collarbones. She seemed to have no makeup on, but you knew her, and you also knew that she practiced for years to perfect that look.

Relief filled your body when you noticed the tiniest of light on glimmering on her eyes. The child looked just like her, with less marked features. The question of how much time she dedicated to her daughter arose. Probably every second she could.

You frowned and lipped. The tears were held back with some blinks, avoiding making a scene was your priority. You looked at the floor to arrange your mind. Calmness flooded your face when you glanced back at her.

You still couldn't believe how much you missed her. How much you longed to wake up every morning by her side. To see her preparing lunch past midday. Wearing your shirt and looking at you like you created the whole universe. You missed the slightest touch. The vague rush of your lips when you greeted each other, or her hand on yours when she knew you felt nervous. Even the way she'd grab you when a thunderstorm broke, something you used to hate.

You wished you hadn't seen her. Avoided the pain in your chest when your eyes met her figure. On her knees, praying to God.

Your last thought was that everyone was right. The painting did justice to people. Especially to Joohyun.

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She had always tortured herself for her sexuality, and you knew that because you witnessed it all in front row. It was impossible to make her forget about her roots. You would have given everything to make her accept herself.

You could only watch her from the side. The Father met you to discuss a schedule compatibility issue. You had been asked if you could help with the preparation of an event, and the only reason you accepted was that you owed it to the school. It didn't take long to talk, less than an hour. Surprise hit you when you saw that there was no more sunlight coming through the window. You could tell that winter had come.

The last time you saw her was at the church you attended in high school.

Your guard was down when you registered his presence. Her back was as straight as ever, and it wasn't hard to recognize her form. Dark hair fell over her shoulders, barely reaching her low back. You saw the hands you once held clapped together, and the lips you kissed God knows how many times were begging silently for mercy. She was praying calmly, kneeling in the front row before the statue of Jesus.

You stood still. She left you still. That power she had and always will present, and you resented her for it. A grimace deformed your mouth and your eyes were screaming to be closed. You couldn't blink for so long that they burned, but you weren't sure if it was because of that or because the tears were already forming. At some point, in the middle of your trance, you got up.

Her breath was slightly labored, as if she wanted, about to do something but was debating if it was the right thing to do.

And then you saw it, the mirror that the two of them always made fun of. Why did they want a mirror in the middle of the altar, anyway? And you condemned yourself for directing your gaze at it. Joohyun's eyes reflected directly to yours. The air in her lungs escaped through her mouth. Neither of you had a clue on what to do. No more than ten seconds passed with both your eyes locked.

Vulnerability hit you when she turned around. A hidden strength made you look directly at her. She picked up her things and then took a deep breath. Her gaze met the floor for a moment, then it fell on you. Everything you felt was reflected. The longing and the loneliness marked her eyebags and she looked more tired than normal.

The time stopped for a moment. You saw tears threatening to come out of her eyes and you could swear that the grimace on her mouth was an attempt to smile.

You mirrored her. You gave her the biggest of your smiles. With salty tears streaming down your cheeks. And even though you already knew it wasn't possible, you tried to make her happy one last time.

It didn't work. You couldn't figure out what she was feeling. It looked like nostalgia, but it was mixed with a sense of joy. She looked at you for the last time before walking out. You wanted to call her, you wanted to tell her that you were sorry and that you were every day without her was horrible.

You were left behind again, only one beat was enough to erase the sorrow from your heart.

#red velvet #red velvet imagines #red velvet scenarios #red velvet reactions #joohyun #bae joohyun #irene #bae irene #irene scenario #irene imagine #angst

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indestinatus · 4 years

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TIVATOBER 2020 // DAY 16

↳ prompt: Blankets - rated M (1,763 words)

summary: Tony and Ziva actually talk about their feelings and realize that, after Tali, maybe it’s time to take another step into a bright future.

A/N: for @benditlikepress the inspiration, motivation and reason behind this story <3

read it on AO3 📃

Tony licked his lips, sensing her breathing slowing down on his neck. He felt so relaxed his eyelids were threatening to close. Ziva’s weight in his arms was a reminder of the good things in life, and as she drew back to look in his eyes, Tony smiled. Her forehead was beaded with sweat, proof of energy well spent.

He brushed out a curl from her face, noticing how beautiful she looked with the flush on her cheekbones.

Ziva’s thumb caressed his temple and she cast him a small smile, asking, “Are you interested in dating other women?”

Tony breathed out a laugh, surprised by the question and her calming deliverance.

“What?” she quizzed, her brow pulling in.

Tony fought the urge to smile. “I’m literally still inside you.”

Ziva’s eyes trailed his grin and she smiled as well. Her thumbs continued to stroke both his temples, cupping his face.

“French women,” she said almost shyly. “They fancy the American dream.”

Tony wondered what she was thinking, narrowing his eyes a bit as he tried to peek into her head.

“I’m not really into that anymore.”

“They have nice faces.”

He chuckled, then pressed a kiss to her nose. “You have a nice face. Beautiful even.”

Ziva smiled softly and inhaled, her expression turning contemplative again.

“Hey,” Tony called, trying to meet her eyes. “What’s this about?”

She looked at him for a moment, gaze skimming his face. Sighing, Ziva’s hands fell to his naked chest, and Tony placed his own around her waist.

“I am just…” She shook her head. “Thinking. About Tali. About us. I mean… I know we have a daughter now, but… The two of us.” Her eyes found his again, a flicker of uncertainty in them. “Things changed. And then they just happened so fast I wondered… What do you think about it?”

“About…” Tony cautioned, “Us?”

“Yes.”

Ziva’s chest deflated as if she had been holding a breath. Seeing this was about to become an important conversation, Tony slipped out of her, laying down on the bed. He wasn’t surprised that thoughts like this passed her mind, but sometimes it was just unexpected. The Ziva of now just shared them with him as soon as they happened, and it was something he was still getting used to. Years of holding things back hadn’t been as much of good training.

He beckoned her closer, holding the blanket up for her to lay down beside him. Ziva snuggled herself on top of his chest, letting her hair fall around her. He briefly wondered if she could hear his steady heartbeat from where her head was placed.

“If I’d listened to the voice in my head earlier,” Tony said as his fingers made slow patterns down her arm, “We would’ve been together for years now.”

“Really?” Her voice was almost a whisper.

He pressed a kiss to the mass of her hair. “Without a doubt.”

“Oh.”

“Are you…” His fingers halted. “Having doubts?”

Ziva tensed and then relaxed. “No.” She raised one of her hands to play with the hairs of his chest. “No, I am just thinking. The conversation we had the other day…”

“Ah,” replied Tony with a huff. He knew that since they’d discussed it last week, it was bound to reappear again. He just didn’t expect it to be so soon. Apparently, it had bothered her to a degree that it was the first thing she’d brought up after sex. Well, he couldn’t deny it was usually the best time to put the cards on the table. Vulnerability was way easier when naked anyway.

“I mean, I completely understand,” she breathed. “It’s just…”

“Hard.”

“Yes.”

Tony fought the urge to laugh but couldn’t, the sound escaping his lips. Ziva propped her elbow onto the bed, turning to face him. Her forehead was creased, but it appeared to be more out of confusion than anger.

“Why are you laughing?” she asked, eyes skimming his face.

“I find it funny.” Tony just couldn’t refrain from smiling, not she was in his arms with that after-sex glow like that, looking at him with big brown eyes.

Beautiful.

“What?”

“You think marriage is too big of a step, yet you want another little us running around.”

Tony beamed and the corners of Ziva’s mouth tilted upwards, perhaps charmed by his grin. They had discussed this some months after they got together, right after Ziva settled into his and Tali’s routine. It was a bit shocking at first, but natural all the same. Both of them knew they weren’t the usual couple, but after all those years, there was just no other path than to stay together. A reality without her just didn’t exist in his eyes.

Tony proposed after a week of rehearsed speeches to the mirror and years of pushing the thought away to the back of his head. He picked a restaurant, then lost the ring and it all went downhill from there… Only for Ziva to ask him for more time.

She knew he would give her anything she’d asked for at that point, but it hurt all the same. His ego wasn’t used to being bruised like that, and perhaps it had been fate that made him lose the ring before he could get down on his knee in front of everyone.

And some part of him knew she was right. Yes, they had spent years together—moving backwards and wasting time—but it all felt different now. They both knew each other so well, nothing could compare to the reality of them just being together, under the same roof.

Until Ziva had asked about his opinion on a second child.

He would never forget how he’d felt. Yes, it had been a secret dream of his perhaps since he’d found out she had Tali—to be a parent with her. To experience it all with her, things that they missed the first time. It felt exhilarating, knowing she wanted them to have that chance.

Though it wasn’t easy to digest. An old, insecure part of him wanted to do everything right and Tony wasn’t certain if not going by the book would assure them the happiness he wanted to give her. Wasn’t they supposed to get married, then live together, and then have a child?

That conversation happened a couple of weeks earlier, and it made him rethink a lot of things. Yes, of course, he wanted to build a family with her. Yes, they could stay like partners forever without any contract if that’s what she wanted—as long as he had her.

Yes, he could see them finding happiness together, even if they just didn’t move at all, even if they just stayed glued to that bed and tangled in bedsheets for the rest of their days—if that wasn’t happiness, then he didn’t know what it was.

“It’s not that crazy, y’know.”

Ziva’s eyebrows lifted, only slightly, as if she couldn’t hold back the surprise.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean…” Tony smiled softly. “I want what you want. Whether it’s staying together, or a child or just breathing the same air... I just want to see you happy.”

Ziva’s hand lifted to brush his hair out of his face. “I also want that. With you.”

Tony felt a weight being lifted from his shoulders when she smiled, one he didn’t even know it was there in the first place.

“So…” he cautioned, “What are you thinking?”

Ziva skimmed his face. “I want to experience it,” she replied softly. “It’s such a selfish thing, but I want to have you by my side. I know…”

“Hey.” Tony lifted her chin, making their eyes meet again. “We’ve talked about this, huh? No beating yourself up.”

Ziva’s expression softened. “Right,” she breathed.

“Stop it.”

“Right.”

A small smile appeared and Tony pulled her gently by the neck to press a soft kiss on her lips, one he hoped it could convey the things he felt.

“You’re the love of my life, Ziva,” he stated, something he always thought he didn’t say enough. “You know that, right?”

Ziva smiled softly, kissing the palm that cupped her cheek.

“You’re my partner,” he added. “God, you could ask me to just stay like this for the rest of our days, and I would die happy. So happy.”

“What about a child?” Her eyes watched his reaction carefully, not pushing any further.

“I think…” Tony let out a sigh. “I’m just worried. We already have Tali and she’s perfect, I don’t know if… I don’t know if we can pull that off again.”

“You’re a wonderful father, Tony.”

Her fingers still played with his hair and Tony felt himself calm down, the relaxing after-orgasm feeling hitting him again.

“Yeah…” He smiled. “I’m just concerned they’ll get more of your genes this time. Mine are obviously better.”

She smiled as well. “Obviously.”

“Hm,” he pursed his lips, tilting her head a little to press them to her hairline.

“I think we should try it.”

“Before… getting married?”

“We’ve been acting like a married couple for years.”

Tony chuckled. “That’s true.”

Ziva searched his eyes again, placing her lips softly against his before asking, “Hm?”

He smiled through the kiss. “Alright.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She drew back then, and her eyes were sparkling. God, how come he’d been this lucky?

“Just don’t have twins,” he said, yearning a low laugh from her that reverberated across his chest.

“I thought you weren’t on board.”

“A man needs to adapt quickly.”

Ziva kissed him again, the kiss lingering this time. He closed his eyes, savoring it. His hand dug into her hair, pulling her closer.

“I love you,” she said after some time.

Tony opened his eyes and was met with the beautiful picture of her face still very close to his.

“I love you, too.”

“Let’s just see where it takes us, is that okay?”

He nodded, then breathed out a laugh. “God knows how Tali was accidental. Leaving this to chance just makes me think of a thousand little ninjas just knocking things over all the time.”

“Is that too bad?”

“With you?” His heart skipped a beat at Ziva’s soft smile, and he wondered how she still managed to do that after all those years.

“No,” Tony replied. “No, it’s not.”

Ziva smiled then, this wide, blinding grin that made him fall in love all over again.

“I think we will be alright,” she said as she snuggled herself back onto his chest.

“We’ll be fine, sweetheart.” Tony pressed a kiss to the mass of her hair. “We’ll be fine.”

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lantern-inthenight · 4 years

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Playing the Vocals (series)

Chapter 8: No One Else

Pairing: Josh x fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: Language, smut (18+ ONLY), lil bit of angst

A/N: I know this took forever. My bad. But I hope you guys like it!! Please tell me what you think <3 Thanks to @sparrowof-thedawn for being a fantastic beta!

Summary: Josh and Reader are competing vocalists at a music college. They are each trying to win a competition as soloists, but their advisor tells them they can only win as a duo. They begrudgingly become partners, but find that they may have bitten off more than they can chew.

It was warm when you woke up. The soft sunlight filtering through the windows had slowly raised the temperature of your room. When your eyes fluttered open, both you and Josh had kicked the covers to the floor. You were draped across him, one hand on his chest, and a leg thrown over his thighs. Your forehead was pressed to his cheek, and you could feel his heart beating, steady and soft under your hand. His skin was warm, too, and added to the comfortable heat of the room.

You laid there for a bit, running your fingers over his bare chest in slow figure-eights. Eventually this stirred Josh, who mumbled under his breath and yawned. You lifted your head to smile at him, fingers tracing over his ribs as he blinked away the sleep.

When he finally came to and focused his gaze on you, Josh smiled sweetly. You felt his hand, which had been resting on your back, move up to brush hair out of your face.

“Morning, glory,” he crooned, settling his thumb on your cheek. You breathed in the smell of him; everything about it was comforting.

“Good morning.” Your voice was soft, still husky with sleepiness. You weren’t sure if you should get up yet, or try to make conversation. After all, the events of last night were still sinking in. You had called Josh crying because of a wet dream. He had responded by coming over and indulging you in your neediness. He had taken care of you. He had made love to you.

It was the first time you had actually spent the night together. It was the first time you’d gotten to wake up in his arms. And it was perfect.

So you elected not to talk. You shifted your weight and cozied up to Josh’s side, closing your eyes again. He lifted his other hand to hold yours, clasped together against his chest. You spent half an hour this way, wrapped up together under a single sheet.

The only thing that made you lift your head again was Josh reaching over to look at his phone. It was abandoned on your nightstand when Josh decided to stay with you.

“What time is it?” you asked, remembering that you had promised to meet Emily later that morning.

“Almost ten-thirty,” he answered, setting his phone down and rubbing his eyes. You sighed and pushed against the mattress to sit up.

“Shit. I told Emily I’d grab coffee with her at eleven.”

Josh sat up next to you, taking your hand in his again. He didn’t look thrilled about your obligation, but he kissed your hand and smiled anyway.

“Okay. I’ll get dressed and be out of your way.”

He moved to get up, but you tugged on his arm.

“Hey,” you said, and pulled him back to you for a kiss. It was soft, but so sweet. Like your entire body sighing. It was how you wanted to start every morning from then on.

“See you at the dining hall? So we can walk to practice?” You asked, when Josh pulled back from you, biting his lip.

“Absolutely,” was his immediate response, paired with a dazzling grin.

….

You met Emily at your go-to coffee shop, as was planned. What you did not expect to do, however, was confess to her all of the ins and outs of your feelings for Josh. You told Emily the entirety of what happened last night, especially Josh’s confession about laughing during practice. You spilled your guts on everything you’d been holding back, as Emily sat in front of you, calm and unblinking.

“...and I know you don’t really need to know all of this, but the point was… Emily, I think I’m in love with him,” you finished, sighing.

Emily sat across from you, sipping her coffee while holding eye contact. You waited, confused, as she took her time in coming up with a response. When she did, it was brief.

“Well, yeah, no shit.”

“Ye--what?”

Emily just shook her head, giving you a look similar to one Miss Michaels had given you and Josh the day she proposed a duet.

“No shit,” she repeated, setting her coffee down. “Everyone knows already.”

“Wh- who’s everyone?!” You spluttered, taken aback. Emily shrugged.

“Oh, you know. Me, Rhiannon, everyone that’s ever met you, probably all of his friends, too. Definitely his brother. Just... We all been knew, bud.”

You squinted at her, and took a long pull of tea. Had it really been so obvious from the get-go?

Miles away, your partner was just as perplexed.

“You mean to tell me,” Josh began, frowning, “that you knew this whole time?”

“Well, yeah,” Jake replied, not even looking at his twin. He was focused instead on rifling through the pantry looking for something to eat. Josh stood by the counter, arms folded.

“Jesus Christ. Well, when were you gonna say something?”

“I did, dumbass,” Jake pointed out, pulling a box of Pop-Tarts from the top shelf. “You just didn’t listen to me.”

He plucked a package out of the box, and began tearing into it. Josh could only open and close his mouth, like a fish out of water. He was at a loss for words.

Jake looked pleased with himself as he took a big bite out of the pastry. Josh watched him, still frowning in confusion, as he leaned against the counter, munching away happily.

“Good God,” he muttered finally. Jake raised an eyebrow.

“I am an absolute idiot.”

Jake nodded in agreement.

“Yeah,” he said through a mouth full of blueberry Pop-Tart. “You really are.”

Josh squinted at the ceiling, falling into thought. Had you come to the same conclusion as he? Were your feelings the same? Last night was a lot to process.

“That’s okay, though,” Jake continued, taking another bite. “You came to it in your own time.”

“Yeah,” Josh replied weakly. He felt so stupid. But also a little relieved.

“So now all you have to do is tell her,” Jake concluded. And he exited the kitchen, but not before placing the unwanted rest of his Pop-Tart into Josh’s mouth.

Josh chewed on the pastry, frowning still. Jake was right. He had some confessing to do.

And so did you.

….

You marched up to the dining hall, determined to finally lay it all on the line. It was high time you told Josh everything, and you were gearing up for the mother of all confessions.

Unbeknownst to you, Josh was doing the exact same thing. He gritted his teeth and furrowed his brows as he walked across campus.

When the two of you came face to face on the steps of the dining hall, the tension in the air was palpable. Josh gripped the strap of his book bag with both hands, eyes ablaze with the intention of all the words piled up in his head. You returned his stare with equal intensity, adrenaline rushing through the blood in your ears.

But neither of you said what you had planned.

“Hi.”

For two people who loved the spotlight, both you and Josh appeared to be suffering from crippling cases of performance anxiety.

You walked to practice shoulder to shoulder, exchanging pleasantries and small smiles. But neither of you gave up the ghost. Neither of you managed to summon the courage to bring up the topic on your minds.

It was a fairly routine practice, with Miss Michaels only present to offer pointers here and there. For the most part, you and Josh had the song down to a T, and merely needed to rehearse it. The only thing left to do was to win the competition.

Which all three of you were confident could happen. Miss Michaels had taken a chance on you and Josh. And although she had started bringing a flask to rehearsals, you could see that she was pleased with the progress you were making. And it begged the question:

If Miss Michaels could take a chance on the two of you, why couldn’t you?

...

You and Josh busied yourselves that night, away from each other for once. You parted ways after practice, and it was a weirdly quiet night. Sure, you were frustrated at not having been able to tell him how you felt, but it was nothing that a movie marathon with the girls couldn’t fix.

Still, as Legally Blonde played on the tiny TV in Emily’s dorm room, you found your mind wandering. Josh liked to watch old films. What would it be like to have a night in with him, watching a black-and-white classic on the couch?

You shook yourself from those thoughts when Rhiannon passed you a bowl of popcorn. Emily laughed next to you, and you were pulled firmly back into reality. You would tell Josh tomorrow, and for the time being, it would just have to wait.

….

In retrospect, you probably should waited for Josh to text you back before going over. It was 9 o’clock on a Saturday night and there was a very good chance he wasn’t even home. But still, you were eager--impatient even.

The words you had been rehearsing in your head for two days had begun to eat away at you from the inside out. And it was high time to just spill them.

You sent Josh a “hey are you free?” text and waited ten minutes before realizing you couldn’t stand just sitting there.

So you drove to his apartment, quickly fixing your hair in the rearview mirror as you put the car in park. It occurred to you how much you were imposing, but you didn’t care. You just needed to tell him.

Your heart was pounding inside your chest by the time you reached Josh’s door. You took a shaky breath, and knocked three times.

Your worst fear for the night had been telling Josh your feelings, and him responding that you had completely misinterpreted the situation. But nothing could have prepared you for the moment that Josh answered the door, revealing to you the living room inside.

There was a girl sitting on the couch. She was pretty and well-dressed, with impeccable hair and makeup. She looked ready for a date.

Your eyes widened as you took in the scene behind your partner. You ignored Josh’s surprised “hey” and focused instead on the lit candles around the room. The small vase on the coffee table containing three white roses. The dim lighting.

Oh my God, I fucked up.

Josh saw the look on your face and realized too late what you had seen.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out. “I shouldn’t have come.”

“Wait, YN--”

But you had turned on your heels and left. You heard Josh’s footsteps behind you, but tried your best to ignore them. You were lost for words. Your heart, which had been pounding with excitement, felt like it might stop altogether.

There was a girl in Josh’s apartment. He had lit candles for her. He had gotten her flowers. What made her so special, and you so expendable? Had you really misunderstood Josh’s feelings so completely?

The air was cold, and chilled the tears falling down your cheeks. You bit your lip, trying to swallow the lump in your throat, but it went nowhere. Behind you, Josh desperately called your name. You were halfway down the stairs by the time Josh’s voice broke behind you.

“YN, please.”

His voice was cracking. There was an urgency, a desperation, you’d not heard from him before. It was enough to make you stop in your tracks, in the middle of the stairs. Your hand gripped the railing, knuckles turning white. Josh kept going, getting to the step below you and turning to look up at you.

“I know what that looked like,” he started. You shook your head.

“It’s fine, Josh, I shouldn’t have come over--”

“No, it’s not like that,” he interjected. Clearly trying to cushion your feelings. You interrupted him in return.

“I misunderstood what this is, is all.”

“No.” Josh’s voice was hard, forceful. But when you finally brought your gaze up to meet his, his expression was soft. He looked almost as upset as you were, and there was an emotion in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place.

You didn’t realize it at the time, but it was love.

Love and determination. Josh placed his hand over yours on the railing, and took a deep breath. He had upset you once with a misunderstanding. And he wasn’t going to let it happen again.

“That’s Callie. She’s Jake’s new girlfriend.”

You just stared at him. Josh gave your hand a light squeeze and continued.

“She’s here because they’re about to leave for a date.”

It seemed to make sense. But you were still uncertain. It was easier to believe that he simply didn’t want you.

“But… the candles and flowers?”

“When you texted me, I thought it’d be nice to have you over. So I lit the candles.”

You released the breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. And then you just felt stupid. Stupid, and so, so relieved.

“The, uh, the flowers--I got them yesterday after practice. They’re for you,” Josh admitted. In the fluorescent light in the stairwell, you could see a tinge of pink creeping into his cheeks.

A nervous laugh broke from your lips.

“Wow,” you muttered. “I’m an idiot.”

Josh laughed, looking equally relieved. You released your grip on the railing, and turned your palm upward into his hand. It was warm and smooth, and disproportionately comforting to you.

“No, I’m glad you’re here. There’s something I want you to know,” Josh told you, swallowing hard. Your features softened, but your heartbeat picked up again. If Josh didn’t say what you thought he was about to say, you might drop dead of cardiac arrest.

“The thing is,” he began. “Ever since you’ve been around… I don’t see anyone else.”

Heat rose to your cheeks as Josh’s words sank in. But you needed just a little more.

Josh sensed this, and smiled again, taking both of your hands in his.

“I don’t notice anyone else. You’re the one I want. The only one,” he finished, his smile disappearing to be replaced by a solemn look. He squeezed your hands just a little as he said it for emphasis.

You tried to be nonchalant. But relief flooded your body briefly, only to be replaced by joy. You let out another laugh, this one more genuine. You beamed at him, feeling a surge of love. It was long overdue.

You were prepared to launch yourself in Josh’s arms, but your impulse was interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind you. Seconds later, Jake and Callie were slipping past you in the narrow stairwell.

Josh exchanged a brief smile with his brother, who patted him on the shoulder as he passed. When the clack of Callie’s heels on the concrete had faded into a distant tapping, Josh looked at you again.

“Let’s go back inside,” he suggested. “It’s chilly out here.”

You smiled and nodded, turning to head back up the stairs. You didn’t let go of Josh’s hand, keeping it clasped firmly within your own. And Josh was more than happy to follow you, relishing the feeling of togetherness. Now that you had both finally allowed yourselves to feel it.

Upon stepping into the apartment, you looked around at the candles and flowers. Smiling sheepishly, you turned to Josh, who had been watching you and smiling to himself.

“This is nice,” you said softly, moving close to him. Josh opened his arms to you as you leaned up to him for a kiss.

It wasn’t an intense kiss. For once, you felt no rush, no urgency, no great need. You could just take your time, curling your fingers loosely into Josh’s collar as he kissed you back. He placed one hand on the small of your back, letting his other hand tangle into your hair, fingers brushing the back of your neck.

You kissed each other like that for a few moments, soft breaths mixing as your lips worked together. But Josh pulled back, waiting for you to open your eyes before speaking.

“I wanna play you something,” he told you. You smiled and put your arms around his neck, leaning in for one more quick peck before letting him go.

Josh led you to the small piano that he and Jake had opted to buy instead of a dining table. He patted the bench next to him, and you sat down.

Josh took a slow breath and postured his hands over the keys. When he started playing, it was a melody strangely familiar to you. It took you a moment to recognize the song, but you smiled in realization just before Josh opened his mouth to sing the first lines.

Caught out running, with just a little too much to hide Maybe baby, everything is gonna turn out fine

The chords were simple but beautiful; haunting, almost. Josh did well, keeping perfect time and never hitting an off note. You could tell he’d practiced.

But there was one thing missing. Please Read the Letter was a duet. And Josh needed a harmony.

You joined in at the top of the first refrain, keeping your voice low to complement his.

Please read the letter, I nailed it to your door It’s crazy how it all turned out, we needed so much more

You sang together through the first chorus, then the second verse, and so on. Before you knew it, the two of you were jamming out. Improvising fioritures and adding harmonies to parts where there previously had been none.

When Josh’s fingers found the final chords, you couldn’t help but grin. You really did sound amazing together.

Miss Michaels would be so proud.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard your lower register,” you noted, briefly leaning into Josh’s shoulder. He smiled and looked at his feet, then back up to you for an opinion.

“It’s really lovely, Josh. You’re talented.”

Josh laughed, almost a giggle, and tilted his head in agreement.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to get into my pants,” he joked, making you laugh as well. But you remembered suddenly that there was still something you had to say to him.

“Josh, I need to tell you…”

Josh looked at you, eyes soft and full of wonder. You inhaled slowly.

“What you said earlier, about not seeing anyone else… I want you to know, it’s the same for me. There’s no one else,” you admitted. The corners of Josh’s mouth turned up, but nervousness still churned in your stomach.

“But it’s more than that, Josh. I fell--really hard. I’ve been in love with you for weeks,” you blurted, in disbelief at yourself for holding in these feelings for so long. Josh chuckled, though, and you feel like throwing yourself out the window.

Thankfully, it was a chuckle of relief. Not that you realized that yet.

“And I never asked what you wanted from all this, from me,” you continued, babbling. “So I guess I’m just hoping you feel the same. Because I’m bad at these things, and I couldn’t tell. Before tonight, anyway,” you trailed off, realizing you’d said too many words.

Josh just grinned at you, his eyes sparkling with a joy he couldn’t contain. It was the kind of smile that made you smile, too.

“YN, I’ve been in love with you since you handed my ass to me at the solo awards last year.”

You could have sung every line of Handel’s Hallelujah Chorus. But Josh’s face fell, and he fidgeted with a string on the leg of your jeans.

“But after that day in practice, and how I acted when we first became partners, I thought you would hate me forever.”

You winced to remember the misunderstanding that had caused your rivalry in the first place. But it was in the past. Josh sitting next to you, telling you he loved you--that was the present. And you were done missing opportunities with him.

“I don’t hate you, Josh. Not even close.”

Josh’s lips were parted when your mouth reached them.

You turned your body to press against his, eliminating any space between the two of you. Josh was ready, of course, and his arms closed around you as you kissed him, hard.

It was liberating, getting to kiss him without a question of your feelings. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty. No reason to doubt. He was yours.

You took your time once you got to him. The kiss was passionate, burning, but not rushed. You worked your mouth over Josh’s slowly and deeply, each movement deliberate. Both of you were breathless, hands tangled in hair, legs twisting together under the piano bench.

The wind being knocked from your lungs wouldn’t stop either of you, though. It was just like that night in your room when Josh had come over. The entire world could have collapsed around you, but it wouldn’t have mattered.

The only thing that interrupted your kiss was the feeling of Josh squeezing softly at your hip. You couldn’t tell if it had been five minutes or twenty when one of his hands left your hair. But his fingers found their way to your hip and flexed, pulling a delicate moan from you.

You reached out blindly and shoved at the piano, pushing Josh and the bench away from it. The wheels under the legs of the bench squeaked as it rolled, but you paid no mind. Throwing a leg over Josh’s thighs, you settled into his lap to get your hips as close as possible.

Josh responded by holding you even tighter to himself, to create friction between your bodies as you rocked against him. You didn’t have much leverage on the narrow bench, but you made it work all the same. You tangled a hand in his hair, and gripped his shoulder to hold yourself steady.

You took every noise Josh made, all of his little moans and his drawn-out groan when you reached down to palm him through his pants. He was hard and ready for you, just like you knew he’d be. And as much as you wanted to take him right then, you wanted something more from him. And Josh knew that.

His arms went around your waist as he stood up, letting you wrap your legs around him. You were still kissing him silly, but Josh managed to move around the piano anyway. A moment later, he deposited you on the edge of it. You broke the kiss to lean back as Josh kissed a searing trail of kisses and bites down your neck. He didn’t seem particularly intent on leaving marks. He focused instead on doing whatever would make you cry out the most.

When he reached the collar of your blouse, Josh pulled away from you with a soft pop. He turned his attention to ridding you of your clothes as quickly as possible. The moment he had your shirt off, you returned the favor by tugging at his until he lifted his arms and allowed you to pull it off.

Once your chests were bare to each other, Josh restarted his path of kissing and biting down your neck. This time, unencumbered by clothing, he continued the trail down your chest as his hands massaged your breasts. Your head fell back and you could only run your fingers through his hair in response. The little whimpers and moans falling from your lips were all the encouragement Josh needed to keep going.

When he stopped at the hem of your jeans, you had to lift yourself a bit to help him pull them off you. But Josh made quick work of it, and worked his way back up your legs by pressing kisses to the insides of them. He did pause to suck at the soft skin on the inside of your knee, holding your gaze as his mouth painted a perfect mark there.

You whined as Josh brought his mouth further and further towards the apex of your thighs. He took his time, slowly but surely making his way to you. His hands came up to hold the backs of your legs, keeping you in place when he finally pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your center.

You sighed as Josh gave several kitten licks to your clit before pressing his mouth against it in earnest. By that point, he knew what you liked, and he knew just how to flick his tongue the right way while he sucked. You were squirming under him in no time.

You barely needed the foreplay in the first place, but you let Josh eat you out for a few minutes because fuck, he was good at it. And from the way he grabbed at you and groaned into you, he seemed to enjoy it almost as much as you did. Almost.

You were already getting close, so you tugged on Josh’s hair to get him to come back up to you. He grinned as he did so, his mouth shining wet in the candlelight. You pulled him flush against your front, feeling his hardness between your legs through a layer of denim.

You took Josh in another fierce kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue as you fumbled together to get the fly of his jeans undone. It was no match for the both of you, and Josh’s pants fell to the floor seconds later. You hiked your legs over his hips again, bending your knees to pull his hips to yours. There, the head of his member rubbed against your clit, driving you crazy as the kiss continued.

You reached down to take his length in your hand, wrapping your fingers around him and giving a few light pumps. Josh groaned when you lined him up with yourself, dropping his forehead to your shoulder as you rubbed his cock over your clit. But he lifted his head and held your gaze as he slipped inside you.

Your breaths were heavy and irregular as Josh slowly pushed into you, making you feel every inch of him. You dropped one hand to his ribs while the other went back to his shoulder. You clung to him tightly as Josh bottomed out and then set up a relentless pace.

The look on his face was indescribable. You kissed that face everywhere you could reach as Josh fucked you there on the piano. You didn’t talk--you didn’t need to anymore.

You lost yourselves in each other, in the ecstasy of finally admitting everything. You reveled in the feeling of being together, in every sense of the word. It was everything you had wanted for so long. It was perfect. And it felt really fucking good.

Josh picked up the pace when he noticed your moans growing in pitch. His hands were splayed across your shoulder blades, holding you impossibly close. And he kissed you like he meant it, pressing his mouth against yours one last time before moving to your neck.

You slipped a hand between your bodies and began to rub yourself in tight circles. The spring coiled inside you felt like it might break, and soon enough you were rutting your hips to meet Josh’s. It wasn’t sensory overload--it was the perfect amount of everything good. The smell of Josh, the taste of his mouth, the slick of his sweat mixing with yours as skin smacked into skin.

Josh bit down on your shoulder at the exact moment you increased the pressure on your clit, and the coil inside you snapped. You came with a sharp cry, legs shaking, as every muscle in your body tensed and every nerve ending was set alight.

The orgasm moved through you in waves, and the pulsing between your legs was enough to send Josh over the edge a moment later. His hips stuttered a final few times, and his fingers dug into your skin as he released.

You held each other for a while, until the piano got uncomfortable to sit on. Josh lifted his head from your shoulder to look into your eyes. You gave him a tired smile and kissed him when he pressed his lips to yours one last time.

After you got yourselves cleaned up, Josh gave you one of his shirts to sleep in. He didn’t invite you to stay the night out loud. And you didn’t ask. It was just a foregone conclusion that you would stay.

So you did, curled into Josh’s side for the rest of the night. You dozed off right before he did, after kissing him some more. Just because you could.

Josh murmured a soft “I love you” into your hair and held you close to himself. You returned the sentiment and rested your head on his chest. Sleep overtook you moments later.

….

It was just after nine in the morning when Jake got home. He dropped his keys on the counter and shrugged off his coat, shuffling to his room. As he passed Josh’s room, Jake noticed that it was open. Inside, he could see you and Josh snuggled up together, sleeping peacefully.

Jake smiled to himself and shook his head.

Finally.

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Next time: the competition, Miss Michaels finds her first gray hair, and a shit load of fluff.

Taglist: @kissthesun-fightthefire, @lover--leaver, @myownparadise96, @satans-helper, @songbirdkisses, @bluewillowmom, @sparrowof-thedawn, @sweetkiszkadreams, @mountainofthesunn, @chestinfect-me, @ohsososophisticatedd

#playing the vocals #part eight #chapter eight #josh kiszka #smut #gvf #greta van fleet

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wronqness99 · 5 years

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Who Told You?

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 3K+

Requested by: @chezzasposts I hope you like it!

> About my writing

Characters: Son Hyunwoo/Shownu (Monsta X) X Female Reader

*The image doesn’t belong to me, credits to the owner.*

Y/N had been a trainee under Starship Entertainment for six years before giving up on being an idol. Not that it had ever been her dream anyway.

Actually, it had all begun back in high school when Y/N had first met Chae Hyungwon. They were from the same class and since they belonged to the same group of friends, they soon became friends themselves. It had been during their high school years they had found themselves auditioning for Starship due to a bet they'd made with their friends.

Well, not exactly them; Hyungwon.

Thinking he could handle more than four glasses of beer without getting drunk on a night out with friends, he had decided to make a bet: If he became drunk before the fourth glass, he'd go to an audition and he'd convince Y/N to go with him.

What had first started as a joke, soon became a passion and eventually a career for Hyungwon. However, as the years went by, Y/N became tired of waiting. At first, she thought that maybe she'd be given a chance one day and that she would find a happy future in performing and singing like Hyungwon had. But that moment never came.

It hurt to see all her friends debut while she had to practice day in and day out to try to win the spotlight for herself. They made her believe she wasn't good enough and that was when Hyungwon started regretting dragging his friend onto this adventure.

Thanks to him and his persistence, however, Y/N had been given some jobs as a backup dancer and that was actually when she got to meet the other members of Monsta X.

When the band first debuted, Hyungwon had convinced their CEO to give her the opportunity to work as one of their dancers and at that moment, Y/N felt truly happy and hopeful, like maybe if she proved herself with this opportunity they'd finally give her the chance to debut.

The Monsta X members had been with her every step of the way and it bothered them to see their friend work herself so much without getting any recognition. It wasn't fair. They all felt sad for her, but one person in special felt like their friend was being truly wronged: Hyunwoo.

She remembered how shy she had felt at first before Minhyuk along with her high school friend made her feel like she belonged and gave her the confidence to be her true self around them. She loved being surrounded by the members, whenever they were around there was never a dull moment. Y/N had quickly become fond of Minhyuk, who never failed to make her laugh, but she had also learned how much of a trickster he could be, always pulling pranks on people and his constant bickering with Hyungwon never letting her smile fall out of place. The maknaes were true sweethearts always making her cringe with their aegyo, nevertheless, showing themselves to be reliable friends at all times. Y/N especially loved hanging around Jooheon, who always gave her such great happy and energetic vibes just by being his positive, cheerful self. Despite loving the members all the same, the girl had felt especially touched by Hoseok and Kihyun's act of kindness. After seeing her agonizing struggle, the 93 liners ended up freeing some of their schedules to reunite and help their friend with her vocals, in hopes that it would maybe help her debut faster.

Even though Y/N proclaimed her love for the boys to be the same, they all knew it was a lie. They all knew it was Hyunwoo who had always owned her heart.

Y/N, who was an extrovert at heart, became shy whenever the leader was around and it didn't go unnoticed by her how shy he was, too. Nonetheless, after hearing about Y/N from Hyungwon, Shownu had spoken to her so they could practice together in order to learn from one another and slowly better their own skills.

Hyunwoo had always admired her brightness and her kind heart, it was one of the reasons why he loved Y/N. She made him feel at peace because. Whenever they were together, it seemed like all the hardships were forgotten. And for that reason, it saddened the man a lot when he realized that her smiles were not as genuine as he wished they were. He had been taken aback when one time after practice he had caught her crying in a corner of the studio. He never thought she felt as bad as she did. When he sat down next to Y/N, she had immediately tried to hide her tears, but when Hyunwoo gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his chest, Y/N just allowed herself to break down. She couldn't hold it in anymore and things somehow felt easier when he was around to support her. It had been him who had been there through most of her breakdowns. He became her best friend, it was rare the day they spent without seeing each other. When she felt tired, when she wanted to give up, it was always in his arms she found the strength to keep going, but she needed more. She needed more from the company who never seemed to pay her any mind. Hyunwoo tried hard to fill the void in her heart, however, when it came to the company matters, unfortunately, there was nothing the man could do.

During one of Monsta X's rehearsals, Shownu had seen through the mirror when Y/N fell and landed weirdly on top of her feet. Being in the back of the room, the girl had just gotten up and pretended that nothing had happened, thinking no one had noticed. Hyunwoo, however, could see how much pain she was in when she bit the inside of her cheek and her eyes welled up with tears as she tried to keep following the choreography.

Taking a hand to his head, Shownu turned to their choreographer.

"Do you think we can stop for today? I'm feeling light headed," The man lied, furrowing his eyebrows and wiping his sweat with a towel.

"If you're not feeling well, then we'll stop for today, and just add the hour we have left to a future practice." The man said before wishing everyone a good night and walking out of the studio.

The members chugged down their water bottles in seconds, tired from the intense practice.

"What do you guys think; a cold shower and then some ramyeon and tteokbokki?" Hoseok proposed, wiping off his sweat.

"Sounds good to me," I.M. stated, the others nodding in agreement. "Noona, come with us!" He invited with a smile, turning to Y/N who sat on one of the wooden benches. Y/N smiled back tiredly and open her mouth to answer, only to be cut off by the eldest.

"She can't, I'm going to take her somewhere, you guys enjoy yourselves," Shownu stated, zipping up his bag and pressing his lips in a line as he turned to his friends.

"Ohh, he's gonna take her out somewhere!" Minhyuk joked, nudging Changkyun and wiggling his eyebrows.

"Oh, oppa." I.M. went along with his hyung's joke, grabbing his face and pretending to kiss his lips making the others laugh even more. Shownu stepped towards them, making them immediately separate and run out of the room, the others following suit after waving and wishing them both a good night.

Shownu walked towards Y/N and crouched down in front of her, carefully taking her foot into his hands and ridding it of the shoe and sock. Y/N's eyes widened, her cheeks acquiring a rosy tone.

"You noticed, huh?" She questioned embarrassed, as she tried not to hiss with the pain.

"Thankfully I did, otherwise you'd just keep going with your foot injured." She bit her lip, looking away from him. "Let's go." He said and got up, extending his hands towards his friend.

"Where are we going?"

"The hospital."

"There's no nee-"

"Y/N" Shownu scolded, looking at her sternly. He couldn't stand to see the person he loved hurting whether it was physically or psychologically and at the moment, he knew she was hurting in both ways.

Y/N sighed, looking at the man before nodding her head.

"Alright, ok. If that will make you feel more at rest, I'll go." She said, putting her sock and shoe back on. Trying to get back up on her feet, Y/N squealed and lost footing, unable to hold her weight onto her injured foot. Hyunwoo ran up to her and caught her in his arms before she injured herself even more. Y/N held onto his muscular arms, feeling a mix of emotions. She was on the brink of a mental breakdown. She felt anxious, scared, sad, drained and in pain.

Hearing her soft sobs, Hyunwoo placed his lips on top of her forehead and lovingly ran his hand through her hair, wanting to comfort her somehow.

"It's fine, Y/N. Everything is gonna be fine." He whispered in her ear before lifting her up in his arms and letting her hide her crying face on the crook of Hyunwoo's neck, neither of them caring about who was around to see.

Catching a cab they soon got to the hospital where Y/N's condition was evaluated and the doctor ended up having to immobilize her foot and give her crutches due to a badly sprained ankle, which was meant to help with the swelling and lessen the pain. Besides making walking harder for the girl, the situation also caused her to not be able to do what she loved for about three weeks. And in those three weeks, she reflected on her life and how it wasn't going the way she would've liked it to. That time helped her put things into perspective and decide what was best for her, so three days before Y/N was supposed to go back to training, she called the Monsta X members to her house so she could share her decision.

Knowing that dancing was the one thing that truly fulfiled her heart and didn't put her mental stability at risk 24/7 due to the constant stress and pressure to be perfect, Y/N had decided to leave the company.

The girl ordered a bunch of food since she knew the members would be starving after practice and organized everything on the livingroom's table, placing some pillows around the table so they could eat comfortably. When the boys got there Y/N was bringing the drinks from the kitchen and they were quick to sit her down and bring those themselves.

"You shouldn't be carrying things on your own with your foot like that," Hoseok scolded.

"It's fine, oppa, it doesn't hurt anymore." She assured him.

"Well, it also doesn't hurt to be careful so it doesn't get worse now, does it, Miss. Y/L/N?" Hyungwon questioned sarcastically, ruffling their hair and making their friends laugh. She huffed and swatted his hand away, putting her hair up in a messy bun. Rubbing her hands together, the girl began talking.

"Well, I didn't invite you guys for dinner just for the sake of eating and convivence this time around. I have something I want to share with you guys. I thought it would be better to just tell you and get this off the way than to catch you by surprise and have you be mad at me." The boys looked at her with curious expressions. Hyunwoo could almost feel what was coming next, however, he remained quiet.

"Well, what is it?" Jooheon asked.

"I'm leaving the agency," y/n stated, looking at the boy's faces. Contrary to her expectations, the men weren't as surprised as she thought they'd be. Smiling, Minhyuk crouched down beside his friend and hugged her.

"Honestly, I feel relieved you're making this decision."

"Yeah, I was starting to feel bad for dragging you to the auditions," Hyungwon confessed, making her shake her head."

"Don't. I went with you because I thought I wouldn't get in, to be honest. And even when I got accepted it was solely my decision to stay and give it a try, Hyungwon. It was never your fault."

Hyunwoo had been shaken by the news, he was afraid that the change would cause a falling out between her and the members. At that moment he wished he had the courage to tell her his true feelings, but he couldn't seem to get the words to come out.

"What are you going to do now? Do you have any plans?" He questioned.

"Yeah, I'm gonna open my own dance academy," She announced happily. It had been a while since they'd seen her eyes so bright and a smile so genuine. They knew she was going to start a new positive phase in her life.

"That is great!" Kihyun chimed in cheerfully. "We'll go visit you, don't think you'll get rid of us this easily." He joked, making her laugh.

"I don't want to rid myself of you guys, you are the best thing that happened to me during my time at the agency," She stated, leaving them in awe, touched by her confession. "Please visit me a lot, you will always be welcome whether it is here at my house or at the dance academy."

"We should stop this before noona makes us cry," Changkyun said, dabbing his damp under eyes with a tissue. "Also, I'm hungry." He stated sniffling before grabbing some kimchi and devouring it, stealing laughs from the group.

"Ah, I'm so glad you guys came into my life!"

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The day after Y/N had gone to the agency and expressed her desire to leave to the CEO, who was a bit taken aback by her sudden decision. However, the man could understand her point and wished her the best of luck on her new project and feeling bad for how much the girl had waited without receiving anything in return, he went as far as to invite her to actually choreograph some of Monsta X and WJSN's future works, which Y/N gladly accepted.

After making this decision, Y/N finally felt free. She couldn't believe it was possible fot a human being to feel this happy and free in life.

After Y/N opened her dance academy, her name finally got out there in the dance industry and being able to choreograph for two growing k-pop groups only helped her success grow more and more.

She still saw the members regularly, specially Shownu, who would always pick her up from the academy after their practice ended to go on what his members liked to call "small last minute dates" with his friend. It was the best part of their days. Not even them being caught by the paparazzi stopped them from seeing each other. Since they were still working together, the agency never really cared about dismissing the rumours that they themselves assumed to be untrue.

They did like each other, the hand holding, the constant laughs they stole from one another or simply the looks in their eyes whenever they were in each other's company didn't leave room for denials. However, they were both extremely oblivious to the way the other felt, reason why neither of them wanted to take the first step and confess.

It was backstage at the MB Net show they had gotten to know each other's hearts for the first time.

"Son Hyunwoo, will you stop?" Y/N asked annoyed as she tried to help the man put on his mic in a way that it wouldn't fall mid choreography.

"Excuse me?! Are you speaking informally to me, miss Y/L/N?!" He questioned jokingly, tickling her sides and making her double over, laughing while trying to escape his from his hold.

Hearing a chuckle, Hyunwoo stopped and looked up, finally enabling Y/N to breath and regain her composure. Noticing who it was they immediately bowed, paying respects to their sunbae.

"You two are seriously so cute," Jackson mused, touched by the couples adorable nature. "Hyung, you have to teach me how to get such a pretty and loving girlfriend," The younger male stated as he leant on the wall, taking a gulp of his water and wiping his sweat, still tired from just finishing his performance.

"Oh, no sunbaenim, we are not dating," Y/N replied shaking her head, feeling shy after hearing such thing in front of Shownu.

"Because she doesn't want to." Shownu stated, making Y/N's head shot up towards him in surprise. The girl smirked.

"Who told you?" She questioned, making Jackson spit his water out and leaving the older man gobsmacked by her words. Smiling at the younger man, who now looked at her wide eyed, Y/N bowed and left to help the other members get ready for their performance which was soon to begin.

Jackson approached Shonwu, tapping his shoulder. "Yah, hyung? Are you just gonna stay here and do nothing? I'm pretty sure she just confessed!" The man stated enthusiastically. Shownu smiled like a fool and nodded, shyly looking at the floor.

"Yeah, I guess she just did."

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Y/N stood by the stairs, watching the members walk up on stage when all of a sudden she felt hands on her hips spinning her around and soft lips placed on top of her own.

Shownu pulled away with a smile, looking at her widened eyes.

"After this, I guess I'm going to have to take you on a date and ask you to be my girlfriend." He winked before placing a kiss on her forehead and heading up to the stage with a big smile plastered on his face.

Y/N felt her stomach do flips and her cheeks go a deep shade of red as she tried to assimilate Hyunwoo's words. She smiled. He liked her back, that much she had understood from their conversation with Jackson earlier and the maknae line plus Minhyuk's not so subtle hints, but never in a million years had she thought a shy guy like Hyunwoo would gain the courage to ask her out, let alone to be his girlfriend. She felt truly content with his sudden outburst of confidence. Y/N had been waiting for this moment for what felt like a lifetime.

She was incredibly thankful their paths had crossed. When she met him, Y/N knew she had met her soulmate, the person she would like to spend the entirety of her life with.

Y/N knew Hyunwoo was the man for her because in all the world, there was no heart for her like his' nor a love for him like her's.

She had fallen for her best friend.

And being best friends, they were the shoulder each other could lean on, the person they could run to, the love of each other's lives and each other's everything.

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erasethedarkness · 5 years

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All at Once -Day 10 #1 | Proposal / Wedding- (Aizawa x f!Reader)

Summary: The day finally came. You two spent the morning apart, as per tradition, getting ready separately and with your people of honor. Somehow intrinsically- perhaps through such a deeply shared love- you two were feeling the same anxieties and worries. But fortunately, you both had the best possible people with you to calm those nerves- that is, until it was time for the First Look.

Note: I really love this prompt and have been dying to write this Aizawa fluff for like 3 weeks… so I’m doing it twice and replacing the prompt I really didn’t want to do. It begins focusing on Aizawa and then shifts to focusing on you, ending on you both, so hopefully it’s not confusingly written. :) The location and described is based entirely off of Hotel New Otani’s Japanese Garden and Rose Garden!

Theme Song: All This Time - OneRepublic

Reader: Female

Words: 3522

All this time, we were waiting for each other…

“Shouta, it wouldn’t kill you to smile on your wedding day.” Even with his eyes focused on the bowtie he was fixing, Hizashi could tell that the groom was still scowling. The last time he noticed his best friend smiling was the night prior at the rehearsal dinner when you were recounting your first date and kiss with the unmistakable glow of a woman in love. The way you spoke was captivating and could make even the biggest killjoy swoon over Aizawa- which was a testament to your love for him, considering the hero came off as one of the least lovable people ever. He was always curt, had little regard for social expectations, was borderline ruthless as a teacher with a reputation for expelling students, and somehow you made him seem like the most caring and considerate person- all because he was to you.

“Seriously, how have you never learned to tie a bowtie in all your years?” he mumbled to himself, undoing the black strip to completely start over. How Aizawa managed to get dressed so quickly would have been a surprise if it wasn’t for how poorly it was done. “You can manage a suit and tie just fine for U.A. news appearances, b-”

“Hizashi, stop.” It wasn’t anger that led him to take the hands at his neck and just hold them for a moment. His voice was stern, and the exasperation well disguised, but they knew each other well enough to catch subtleties like this. The blond brought his eyes to the groom’s face and sighed, a soft smile forming on his lips afterwards. How did he not realize that his best friend was incredibly nervous? He nodded in understanding as Aizawa lowered his hands so he could get the bowtie done. As the ends were pulled tight, Yamada took a step back to make sure it was fastened straightly and evenly, then smiled again to his friend who still didn’t have so much as a trace of joy or excitement in his expression.

Despite everything running on time and according to the itinerary drawn up by the wedding planner, the stress of such an important day was still getting to the Erasure Hero. For you, he agreed to have a white wedding instead of pushing for a simple and legal marriage. And for you, he would get through this formality on the principle of love alone. Technically, the paperwork was done and you two were already married, but he would never deny you the ceremony and celebration of a wedding. He took a deep breath, the collar and tie noticeable around his neck, but not tight. His best man certainly knew what he was doing, and he could not be more grateful to have him there.

Waiting for Yamada, Aizawa began to tidy up, which was exactly why the blond took his time in the first place. From the corner of his eyes, he watched as the groom carefully made sure that he didn’t miss a spot when shaving, tucked his shirt in properly and double checked that he didn’t mis-button it, adjusted the pocket square over his breast, and made sure his formal boots were unscuffed and polished. This level of preparation for an event was something he wasn’t used to, and Yamada couldn’t help but smile to himself at how out of place his fellow teacher was. It was like watching a child trying to imitate their parent- hardly succeeding even on a superficial level- and it was incredibly endearing. He’d have to tell you about it at the reception after everyone was a few drinks in.

“What if she changes her mind..?”

Yamada looked away from the mirror he was fixing his bowtie in front of and saw Aizawa standing at the floor length window, his shoulder pressed against the glass as he stared out at the garden below. The weather was perfect outside, and everything was at its best possible scenario. So far, there’d been no complications; the wedding planner had everything under control, and it seemed like even the stars aligned for your special day to be flawless. Yet despite this, the man getting married was more stressed, nervous, and unsure of himself than ever.

The groom was so engrossed in his worry that even though he could see the blond walking up to join him at the window, it didn’t entirely register with him. He stared vacantly at the lushous landscape below, the deep blue of the man-made pond contrasting the bright and lively green of the trees and brush.

“She’s not going to get cold feet,” Yamada assured him, placing his hand on his shoulder.

As if that touch brought him back from his thoughts, he sighed and shook his head slightly, looking to his best friend. While he struggled with what to say, his dark eyes gazed through the orange lenses that Yamada wore, expressing the genuine fear he had. What if you suddenly realized you deserved more than him and what he could give you? What if you decided that he didn’t make you happy anymore? What if in five years, you looked back at today and thought it was all a mistake?

“But what if-”

“What if today is the happiest day of her life so far?” Yamada’s question hung in the air, silencing his friend of over twenty years. He let the quietness settle for a moment as he moved to stand in front of the window, looking down at the Japanese garden. “Shouta, what if it could be the happiest day of yours, too?” The question served to remind the hero that today wasn’t just about you and your happiness- it was also about his.

Before the weight of his best man’s words really hit him, a knock interrupted them as the wedding planner came to retrieve him for the First Look down in the Rose Garden. You had gone to great lengths to keep everything about your wedding appearance a secret for this special moment. From your dress and jewelry to your hairstyle and makeup choices, your future husband had no idea what to expect other than something white and your irrefutable beauty. The two men followed the wedding planner, listening to them fill in everything of relevance and how this wedding has gone smoother than almost all the other ones they’ve planned in recent years. But even though he was hearing the words, Aizawa was hardly paying attention, his chest tight and stomach knotted as his feet moved automatically.

The wedding planner escorted the groom to the gazebo at the center of the garden surrounded by tens of thousands of red roses. They had walked down one of the three clear paths, and Aizawa was positioned with his back to the single, rose-laden trail that you would be walking down. His best man gave him a bright smile and two encouraging thumbs up as he and the wedding planner left him underneath the sheer, white drapes of the rosy canopy, stepping off to the outskirts of the garden while the photographer did his magic in catching the groom just moments before seeing his bride for the first time.

During all of this, you shared in his anxiety without realizing it. Early in the morning, you and your person of honor were escorted to the Queen’s Room of the resort hotel you just had to have your wedding at. The room exclusive to brides and their wedding party was beautifully decorated with the intention of creating the perfect backdrop and environment for those classic getting ready photos. Your dress and veil were fitted on a mannequin when you arrived, and meticulously pressed and steamed to guarantee its perfect condition for this once in a lifetime experience.

Even though your person of honor made sure to provide breakfast for you, you couldn’t eat a bite. You tried, but your stomach was filled to the brim with butterflies, the excess pouring into your chest. At most, you were able to drink some water, which was better than nothing at all. Your photographer, hairdresser, and makeup artist met you in the room and wasted no time in pampering you and your best friend, trying to help ease your anxiety away. After all, you were not the first nervous bride they’ve worked with.

“Darling, you have nothing to worry about!” the gentleman working your hair exclaimed. He stood behind you as you both faced the mirror, and gestured to your face. “You have such a natural loveliness, and today, you will look like a goddess to your husband-to-be… though I’m sure you already do every day to him.” The bright smile on his lips was sincere as he resumed doting on your hair. You tried your best to smile at his words, and your person of honor chuckled at how distressed you managed to look, placing their hand on your wrist. Even the photographer smirked as she documented your transformation.

“Really, (Y/N), there’s nothing to worry about. Everything’s going to be perfect today,” they reassured you. As much as you wanted to believe them- and you did to some extent- your body still didn’t ease up on the physical expressions of your worry.

Once your hair was finished, your makeup was next while the hairdresser worked on your friend. The morning was incredibly smooth with the professionals taking care of you, and by the time they were done, you were just barely more confident and ready. As they left, they hugged you and patted your back, telling you over and over that you were stunning and lovely, reminding you that no matter what happened, you were still going to be a beautiful sight to behold. But most importantly, they reminded you that weddings weren’t the pinnacles of love, and that what you shared with the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with was not something that could be captured in a legal document or secular celebration.

You exhaled deeply when you were alone with your person of honor and photographer. Good intentions only went so far, and the reassurance from people who were essentially strangers was a bit stifling and overwhelming. With your eyes closed, you sank back into the salon-styled chair you had been in for hours between the hair and makeup. Hands gently came to your shoulders and squeezed them, giving you a simple but comforting massage.

“What’s on your mind?” your person of honor asked as their hands slipped away from you and they began to change from their pajamas into the wedding outfit you two picked together.

You sighed again before opening your eyes, staring at yourself in the mirror with an almost sullen expression. Yes, you looked lovely- the hairdresser and makeup artist were remarkable professionals. And somehow, you still looked like yourself; it wasn’t as if you were transformed into some celebrity look-alike. But undermining all of that was the anxiety of self-doubt.

“I’m… I’m kind of scared,” you admitted softly, both to your friend and finally to yourself, forgetting that the photographer was still present with how much else was on your mind. “It’s not like I have any doubts about Shouta or anything. It’s just...” Slowly you stood up and walked to the mannequin wearing your wedding attire and gently stroked the veil. “...What if it doesn’t get any better than this?”

“What do you mean, (Y/N)?”

For a moment, you didn’t say anything. Your eyes were focused on the subtle accents on the fabric- it was as if the hem was laced with diamond dust that was only noticeable in just the right light.

“I mean… What if this is the happiest day of our lives, and nothing else feels this wonderful going forward? What if this is the peak of it all? Of our relationship and lives together?” Your hand fell from the veil as you turned around to face your friend. They gazed at you silently for a moment before coming over to you and pulling you into a tight hug that slowly but surely began to ground you in reality, taking your thoughts from the “what if”s that dared to plague you on today of all days.

“It’s not going to be,” they whispered to you. “Imagine how wonderful it will be tomorrow, waking up together for the first time as husband and wife... Or how amazing it’ll feel to introduce him as your husband from now on, and how all the times you’ve practiced signing Aizawa, instead of what’s now going to be your maiden name, isn’t just practice anymore.” They paused and pulled back from the hug, taking your hands and smiling at you as they continued. “Can you imagine how ecstatic you’ll both be years from now when you tell him that you’re pregnant? Or when you get to hear the heartbeat for the first time and see the ultrasound? (Y/N), imagine how happy you’ll both be after the delivery. And then all the times you’ll catch him being the perfect father you’ve always gushed about seeing him as…”

Your best friend had a way with words, and right now was one of the most prime examples on why they were your person of honor instead of anyone else. As you began to tear up, they let go of your hands, got a tissue, and very delicately and carefully dabbed the corners of your eyes so that your makeup remained flawless. You bowed your head, nodding in response as you pulled your emotions back and composed yourself.

“You’re right… This is just the beginning of the countless indescribably happy moments to come.”

They smiled at you, met with one in return. Even with your heart pounding, you two began to joke and lighten the mood, and throughout this entire time, your photographer captured the beautiful and candid moments. Once your person of honor was all dressed, you two began on the task of getting you laced up in your wedding gown. Having practiced tying your corset several times, it only took one go to get it done perfectly. Final accents were added, and then, at last, your veil was slid into place. When you were ready, your photographer sent a message to their partner who was already waiting with the groom.

As you arrived at the Rose Garden, your person of honor joined Yamada and the wedding planner at the outskirts. Your photographer brought you to the beginning of the rose trail that led to the love of your life and positioned you. She and her partner masterfully took pictures that placed you and Aizawa in varying backgrounds and foregrounds of each other- catching the excitement, nervousness, and budding giddiness in your expressions. They then stationed themselves to catch both of your reactions when you were finally signaled to actually have your First Look.

Silence settled as everything became perfectly still. There was no wind, and everyone waited with bated breath. It was all on you and your timing now. Taking one last deep breath, you began to walk down the path leading to Aizawa that was made just for you. In the quietness, each click of your high heels was audible, even to the hero several paces ahead of you. You saw his head just barely lift as he took a deep breath, your eyes focused on the back of his head as you stepped through the rose petals.

When you were just over halfway there, the photographer facing you and your future husband gave him the signal to turn around.

Everything leading up to this moment had been anxiety and stress provoking for Aizawa. He was never the biggest fan of weddings, avoiding them as much as possible because they seemed so frivolous. But when you two talked about getting married, he didn’t shut out the idea of having one- and now, the first wedding he attended in his adult life was his own. At the signal, he closed his eyes and took one more deep breath, turning around slowly and opening his eyes.

Nothing could have prepared him for this.

It wasn’t like the tunnel-vision that videos and clips would have you believe. His eyes didn’t start at the ground and come up to your face. When he opened his eyes, he saw you- all of you- and his heart stopped. Everything stopped. Everything, except for you. Even with the sheer veil folded over your face, he could see the glow of your smile despite the nervousness you both shared. The soft blush on your cheeks, the gleam in your eye- was that a tear? You were so radiant while simultaneously shy and overwhelmed. So many feelings were fighting to show themselves on your face- and Aizawa could relate.

In fact, he had no idea what expression he was making as he gazed at you, unable to look away. But you had never seen it before- not even when you said ‘yes’ to being his girlfriend or when you became his fiancée. His mouth hung open, lips parted as he took shallow breaths. Your hairstylist was right- he did think you looked even more like a goddess than ever before, and he had always admired your beauty.

As each click of your heels brought you closer, he finally closed his mouth, smiling for the first time. Seeing the unmistakable love and happiness on his face made you look away from him with the brightest grin and sweetest blush, and the impossible happened: he fell more in love with you.

All at once, the tightness in your chests and stomachs loosened. The heaviness that weighed down your joy and excitement was lifted from both of you. Aizawa’s smile trembled as quiet tears welled in his eyes before escaping past his lashes and down his cheeks. You had never seen anyone cry so elegantly. His body didn’t shake with sobs, nothing ran and he made no sniffles. The only evidence of his crying at all were the tears that fell with each slow and steady blink. Nothing could make him look away from you.

Seeing the man you loved more than anything else in the world so overwhelmed by emotion made the tears of happiness you tried desperately to deny slip down your cheeks. Your eyes were glued to his face- this was one of the rare occasions when he was clean shaven and the dark bags under his eyes weren’t as pronounced. He looked healthy and happy and undeniably handsome, and your heart ached even more for him.

Stopping before him, you both shared a moment of unspoken relief and clarity. You gazed up into his black eyes, seeing your whole life and future in them as he stared right back into his. His hands came to your veil and delicately lifted it up, placing it over your hair, handling it and you as if you were the most fragile flower. The backs of his knuckles ever so gently grazed your cheeks before he held them with the softest fingertips. There were no words that could express even a fragment of how he felt, so he closed his eyes and kissed you underneath the rose spangled gazebo, his hands trailing down your neck as you lifted your arms and wrapped them around his. With a tender pull, you were fully drawn into his embrace.

Without warning, Aizawa guided your kiss in a slight shift and swept you off your feet. One arm hugged your legs beneath the knees, and the other supported your back as you kept your arms around his neck. Your surprised gasp broke the kiss as you looked up at him from your carried position, his enamored and joyful smile greeting you. You kept one arm around his neck while your hand came to his cheek, thumb stroking his skin with your deepest affections and passing over his lips, receiving a small kiss in the process.

“Shouta…” You broke the silence, his name the only word you could find on your tongue.

In his characteristic quietness, he said nothing, but kissed you again amidst the endless roses surrounding you. When he pulled back and gazed down at you, he smirked and brushed his nose against yours before kissing it with the sweetest sounding chuckle you’ve ever heard.

“We’ve only just begun, dearest.”

Aizawa smiled to you as he set you down and kissed your forehead. The nervousness that plagued you both, the doubts and irrationality- they were all long gone, feeling like memories of a different day, and a different life altogether. Complete confidence in each other and the single, shared life ahead of you overrode all your fears and calmed the anxious thoughts and whispers that once tightened your hearts, making way for the weightless euphoria of your wedding day to engulf you both in perfect bliss.

And deep down, you knew it was only going to continue getting better from this day forward, as husband and wife.

...We got all this love, can’t waste it on another.

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iamtotallycool · 5 years

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Eleteo Appreciation Week day 4

I’m on some kind of roll to get this done and uploaded now for day 4 of @eleteoappreciationweek

I did listen to “Only Us” from Dear Evan Hansen on a good loop while I was writing, so that could contribute to it :)

So here’s Day 4: Soulmates (Soulmates Timer AU)

“To say that one waits a lifetime for his soulmate to come around is a paradox. People eventually get sick of waiting, take a chance on someone, and by the art of commitment become soulmates, which takes a lifetime to perfect.”

~Criss Jami, Venus in Arms

Queen Elena Castillo-Flores, First of her name and Protector of Avalor.

She really did like the way that sounded.

Elena had used the title many times before today: when she would practice saying it in the mirror, dressed up in her mother's jewels as a little girl, doodling it on her notes when her tutor would drone on too much during her lessons, and of course, Armando announcing it over and over during the relentless rehearsals they had had this week. Esteban had insisted that everything had to be perfect.

But now, it was no longer a dream or just pretend. It was real.

Elena let out a shaky sigh with a hint of a giggle laced into it as she leaned against the railing of the balcony, grateful for the weight it took off of her large, extravagant, new, red ballgown and her handcrafted personalized Crown that sat on her head.

She unconsciously began rubbing at her wrist, or more specifically, over her Soulmate Timer tattoo, which tonight was hidden under a turquoise and diamond bracelet that had been passed down through many Queens in her family.

It was a habit of hers since she was a child. Something her mother Lucia had told she had done as well, saying it was a small way to absorb strength from her Soulmate even though she hadn't met them yet.

Elena's timer had always puzzled her though, considering that since the day she was born, her timer recorded that she would meet her Soulmate in about 60 years.

At the time she had been worried about meeting her soulmate at such an old age. However, it had quickly subsided due to the surrounding love provided by her family and the old historical stories of Rulers who didn’t settle down and marry their true love (usually from some long forbidden romance) until after they had served the Realm.

That all changed though when her experience with Shuriki and the amulet made 45 years go down to 4 year, and suddenly the possibility of meeting her soulmate was a lot closer than she had anticipated.

Again, the feeling of anxiousness ended up being lost as she had had a lot more important things occupying her time, especially recently.

Elena remembered about a little over a month ago that the number had been close, really close.

So close that even the staff began to loudly gossip about who the mystery person would be. It would have to be someone arriving around the time of her Coronation considering that royals and representatives from all corners of the Earth had been invited.

Alas though, even after meeting many of the guests that were being housed at the palace and glances she had cast to the large crowd during the ceremony, she had yet to notice any spark or zing or whatever she was supposed to feel.

The night was still young though.

Elena then gasped as a small and sparkling jaquin illusion appeared right in front of her. The small creature did a few twists and tricks before exploding into a thousand sparkles right in front of her face.

“I hope you didn’t come out here just to tease me,” Elena said as she brushed off the sparkles and turned around to see Mateo behind her, his hand and tamborita outstretched. She would know his magic anywhere.

“Just looking for the bright light of the ball,” Mateo said, reseathing his tamborita and moving to stand next her.

Elena bumped shoulders with him as a small pay back for the trick, which he lovingly returned.

She also took a moment to admire him out of the corner of her eye.

He had decided to don something besides his usual red robes tonight in honor of her celebration. So instead he wore midnight blue robes with accents of white, yellow, and a lighter shade of blue, making him look like the twilight sky. He also wore a silver cape over the top of it with a broach of her family’s crest clasped on the front.

Elena remembered how Rafa had been gushing about his outfit earlier this evening. How it was not only been another one his Abuelo’s robes, but is was also the one that he had specifically worn to Elena’s christening.

“I'm surprised you're out here,” Mateo then said. “You were practically jumping in the seat of your throne earlier when Armando made the official proclamation.”

“I just needed to get some air,” Elena as she leaned in towards him, catching some of the warmth of his cape that was surprisingly very soft. “To take things in and reevaluate them. A lot of good people have taught me that.”

“Good to see you are taking the council's advice to heart, even though you'll no longer have it.”

“Yeah,” Elena replied solemnly.

It was true, the Grand Council would officially dissolve next week, once affairs and paperwork were sorted out, and medals and honors were given in a much smaller but still formal luncheon.

Funny, how she was once so determined that she didn’t need them, and now, she couldn’t imagine a life without them.

“Hey, you know they aren’t going anywhere, they’ll be right here if you ever need them.” Mateo shot her a crooked smile, “And as your Royal Wizard, you know you have me around for the rest of my life.”

A familiar feeling of relief washed over Elena at the sound of his proposal. She could always rely on him to make her feel better.

“Let’s go somewhere, just the two of us.”

Mateo snorted, “An hour into your role as Queen and you’re already making plans to runaway for some grand adventure.”

“Not runaway, I just want us to spend a day together, or even just an afternoon.”

“You know that whatever we plan might not happen for a while, with all your new responsibilities that you’ll be shouldering.” Mateo grabbed her hand, “I’ve already seen how many nights you’ve stayed up late and how much you’ve been pacing around in your room this week.”

Elena quirked up an eyebrow. “Are you spying on me now, Royal Wizard?”

Mateo immediately flushed red. “What! No--no of course not, I didn’t mean to, I swear!”

Elena threw back her head and laughed loudly at his frantic outburst.

She knew very well how visible their rooms were to each other. They had spent many nights writing messages to each other across the way. And not that she would admit it out loud, but she had peered over to check in on him on occasions when she would see his light burning late while he was hard at work. Or she would accidently see something else that would cause her to fall backwards off her window sitting area and onto her floor in an embarrassed mess.

But she would keep that to herself for now.

“Relax, I know you would never besmirch my honor,” She replied, rubbing small circles on his hand with her thumb. “And I’m touched by your concern.”

Mateo bent his head down bashfully and rubbed the back of his neck. “So, where shall we go then?”

“I’m to decide?”

“Well, you are the one inviting me, I figured you would have some plan already up your sleeve.”

To be honest, she didn’t have anywhere in particular she wanted to go, anywhere was fine as long as she was with him.

Her eyes wandered around the surrounding hills and landscapes of her Kingdom, waiting for some sudden inspiration to hit her. However, she was instead hit with the realization that they were under the balcony’s gazebo.

Well, she knew she had been standing under the gazebo this whole time. But with him at her side now, she was instantly reminded of his Royal Wizard Promotion Ball, and how it was in this very same spot she felt like they had truly connected together for the first time.

And she knew right then and there that there was only one place she wanted to go with him.

“We should go to the lair of Azaluna.”

“Really?” Mateo asked in surprise. “Why there of all places?”

“Because I haven’t been there since I was released from the amulet.” Elena shrugged her shoulders, “And it’s also where one chapter of my life began, it only seems right that I revisit there as another one begins.”

“Then I think it’s the perfect place,” Mateo said as he put an arm around her shoulders. “But you have to promise me that empanadas and your famous agua fresca will be on the menu.”

Elena smiled as she put an arm around him as well and leaned forward so that their foreheads bumped together.

“Deal.”

Staying in this position, Elena closed her eyes and allowed herself to enjoy the peace of this moment. She hadn’t been lying about actively taking the time to have quiet moments amongst the chaos, despite her still very much passionate and gung ho attitude.

Sometimes though, it took the right people to fully settle her into these small instances.

In fact, Elena felt so calm and serene right now that she thought she was hearing bells.

No. Wait. She was hearing bells.

Elena pulled back as Mateo did, who was wearing the same look of confusion. The two of them looked around for the source of the sound, until they looked down and realized it was coming from them.

Mateo pushed up his robe’s sleeve as Elena pulled off her bracelet.

On both of their wrists, their Soulmate tattoos were blinking bright gold zeros while the sound of little bells kept going off. This continued for a few more seconds until the blinking stopped and the tattoos faded away, leaving behind bare skin.

Elena let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. She turned her gaze back to Mateo, who too was staring at her with wide eyes and a slack jaw.

This was...was it…after so long...could it...how did she not see...

“Elena?” Mateo asked questioningly, a hint a fear and doubt in his voice.

She immediately wanted to say something comforting to soothe him. To doll out a motivational and upbeat quote she always carried in her heart.

She was completely speechless though. She could even feel her knees begin to tremble.

So much was already going on at the moment for her to even think about something like a Soulmate. And it’s not that she didn’t care or feel nothing like this for Mateo. But for such as sudden push to come in.

Or was it sudden?

“Queen Elena!”

The couple jumped about a foot in the air as they quickly detangled themselves from each other.

Aramando huffed his way over to the two of them.

“It’s time for the feast to officially begin,” He said between gasps of air. “Followed by dancing, and then gifts--”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Elena rambled out as she began straightening out her gown and adjusting her ruffles. She had almost forgotten about the rest of the schedule for tonight. “Thank you Armando, I will be in momentarily.”

“Yes your majesty!” Armando said with a bow before turning to head back inside. “I need a drink.”

Once the door closed, the pair were only left with a thick and heavy silence.

“We better not keep them waiting, your highness,” Mateo then said, refusing to meet her gaze as he began walking away.

Elena didn’t like the way he had said that at all though. It wasn’t sincere or even a little playful. Instead, it was like there was suddenly some distant between them. And Elena desperately wanted to close that distance as she reached out to catch his arm.

“Mateo!” She exclaimed louder than she had intended to. “I need you to know that I’m not disappointed at all, in fact I feel incredibly relieved that it’s you--”

Relieved!? Seriously!?

“Wait, that came out wrong. What I’m trying to say is--”

Elena was instantly frustrated by her overwhelmed state, that she gave up on trying to say anything at all and instead wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a tight hug.

Thankfully, Mateo returned her affection fiercely, crushing his body against hers as she buried her face in his shoulder.

“I...I know what you’re trying to say and I feel the same way,” Mateo mumbled out into her ear. “I just didn’t think it would feel so...unexpected, especially with a literal counter on my body.”

“My parents would always say that true love is supposed to be...and it's not like we've ever been the type of people to focus on something like this,” Elena said with a small and slightly forced giggle. “Though, I think we need to move that picnic date up sooner than we thought.”

She felt Mateo nod, “I agree...we have a lot to talk about.”

He was right, there would be quite a lot to talk about, an entire future to talk about in this case.

And in this moment of stability, Elena at least realized that her soulmate wasn’t someone she suddenly met and would by some destiny have to fall in love with them. It was someone she had met, matured with, laughed, cried, and created a solid relationship that could be easily stood and built upon.

And she would gladly take that over anything else.

“Hey,” Elena then said as she pulled back so she could see his face, which looked more at ease now. “Regardless of whatever happens though, you’re still with me, right?”

Mateo gave her a small smile as he grabbed both of her hands. He then brought them up to his lips and placed a kiss on one of her knuckles.

“Always.”

#Elena of Avalor #elena castillo flores #mateo de alva #eleteo #eleteo appreciation week #Matena #disney #disney jr #soulmate

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ladywinchester1967 · 5 years

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A Wedding for Christmas

All I Want for Christmas is You: Part 2

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Josie (OFC)

Warnings: fluff, wedding feels, SMUT, dirty talk, oral (female receiving)

A/N: This is part of my collaboration with @ravenangel33 for our Christmas Fics! For context, read her fic Dean’s Christmas List, then my fic All I Want for Christmas Is You so you’ll be all caught up 😍 hope you guys enjoy!! Beta’d by @ravenangel33 but any mistakes are still mine. All pics are not!

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I had everything as far as I was concerned. A year ago, the man I loved, Dean Winchester, asked me to be his wife, what else could a girl want?

But then came the wedding planning, which I’d always heard was the most stressful part of getting married. With help from my Mom, sister, Becca, and Dean’s mom, Mary, wedding planning had been frighteningly easy. We’d found a cute little chapel in Lebanon that looked like something out of a fairy tale. Dean had also reminded me that there was a gorgeous bed and breakfast not far from the chapel that we’d helped get rid of a ghost in. When we contacted them and let them know what we were planning, they were so grateful about us getting rid of the ghost, they offered up the place to hold the reception along with their honeymoon suite as a special thank you to us.

Selecting a dress had by far been the most stressful thing in my mind. I knew what I wanted but was worried if Dean would like it or not. When I told him this, he had laughed.

“Sweetheart, you could wear a potato sack and I’d still think you’re the most gorgeous girl in the room.” Bearing that in mind, I picked a dress I loved, knowing he would love it too.

When the day before our wedding finally came, the chapel and the bed and breakfast took care of the decorations. They had done a beautiful job on their own, but the only thing I really wanted was a candlelight ceremony, which the chapel was more than happy to accommodate. We did the rehearsal, which went off without a hitch. When it came time for us to part for the evening, Dean was reluctant to let me go.

“It’s just a silly tradition,” He insisted “why should I have to spend a night away from you?”

“It’s bad luck to see me right before the wedding,” I told him “we’re gonna need all the good luck we can get.”

It had been harder on Dean than he’d anticipated to leave his old life behind. He was still an indispensable source of information, but for the last year, he had slowly moved away from the field and spent more time in the bunker with me while I planned the wedding and found us a house to live in. He’d ceaselessly worried about Sam, who’d insisted he would be fine without Dean. Thus far, that had proved to be true. We’d slowly moved our things out of the bunker and into the home we would be renting, gradually spending more time at home than in the bunker. Only a week prior had the last of our stuff been packed up and moved in.

He sighed and said “If you insist.”

“I do insist,” I told him “and remember what Bobby told you?”

He nodded with a grin “Happy wife, happy life.”

“See?” I teased “Not so bad.”

He rolled his eyes and kissed me sweetly. When he pulled back, he held my face in his hands.

“The next time I see you, we’re going to be getting married.” He told me, my cheeks flushing.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?” I asked “I know this is a lot of change for you.”

He nodded and smiled before kissing my forehead.

“Sweetheart, there’s no one I’d rather go through all this change with than you. You’ve been there every step of the way, which I love you for, but it’s time to put my past behind me.”

I smiled at him and then kissed him again.

“See you tomorrow,” I told him “I’ll be the one dressed like Big Bird.”

He laughed

“Now I KNOW you’re fucking with me,” he said “you don’t wear yellow.”

He had tried to guess what my dress looked like and so far, he hadn’t been able to. I’d thrown him way off the trail by telling him it was an obnoxious color or that it had feathers on it.

“Oh, before I forget,” I told him and then reached into my bag and handed him a small, wrapped box “I got this for you.”

“Sweetheart, you didn’t have to get me anything.” He said “You agreed to marry me, that’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“Don’t open it until tomorrow.” I told him “It’s something to calm your nerves for tomorrow.”

“I didn’t know whiskey packed up so nicely.” He joked.

When I woke up the next morning, my Mom, Becca, and Mary were all there to help me get ready. Becca took care of everyone’s hair while her son, Mason, played with my Mom.

“Any last minute advice before I put on the dress?” I asked my Mom and Mary. Mary kindly smiled and said

“Be kind to one another, the world is harsh enough as it is.”

My Mom thought for a minute and then said

“That whole “don’t go to bed angry” thing is bullshit.”

“MOM!” I exclaimed

“What?!” My Mom asked “Sometimes you need to sleep on something and come back to it the next day with a clear head is all I’m saying!”

I shook my head and unzipped the bag where my dress had been. The ladies helped me get into the gown that fit me like a glove. The lace sleeves stopped just at my forearms, lace and sparkly beading splashed across it with a short, pretty train. I looked in the full length mirror and couldn’t believe the girl looking back at me. Becca had done my hair in a simple chignon with a few locks curled and framing my face. Mom helped clip my veil into place as Mary helped me slip on the heels I was going to wear.

“Wow,” I said, looking at everything put together “I just, wow.”

When it was finally time for the ceremony, I tightly clutched the bouquet of amaryllis and white lilies as I waited for my turn to enter the chapel. I closed my eyes and hoped that the gift I’d given Dean would be enough to help him calm down as my memory flashed to when he’d given it to me.

“Okay, I got you something special this year for your birthday.” He said as he handed me a square box. I eagerly tore open the paper and inside the box was a set of keys with a small pendant that had the word “Baby” etched into it.

“You don’t call me baby,” I told him as I looked at the keys “only your car gets called-OH MY GOD.” I realized what they were, my own set of keys to his Impala. I nearly burst into tears as he said

“You have your own set now,” with a smile “you can drive her whenever you want.”

I had no words; that was the most powerful symbol of his feelings for me until he proposed. I looked down at the small heart pendant around my neck, I’d had it cut from the keychain. My mind flashed to when I wrote Dean the note I’d enclosed in the box.

Dean,

I know you’re probably nervous about today, so am I. Enclosed, you’ll find the keychain that you gave me with my set of Baby’s keys. You’ll probably notice there’s a small, heart shaped piece missing. I’ll be wearing it as a pendant for today and always, as a reminder that I’ll always have a little piece of your heart with me and you, too, will always have a little piece of my heart with you.

I hope this sets your mind at ease, at least a little, and I sent Sam with a flask of whiskey in case it didn’t. I love you and I’ll see you VERY soon!

Love,

Your Wife

When the music started, I took a deep breath and waited until the doors swung open to exhale.

The chapel was lit with dozens of candles and Christmas lights that brought out the rich reds and greens in the poinsettias and the garland that decorated the altar and the pews. At the very front, there he was, looking like he strolled right out of a men’s magazine. The crisp, dark suit he wore fit him perfectly and he’d left just a little scruff on his face, just the way I liked. His green eyes sparkled and he looked like he was having a hard time breathing as I got closer. Then, the last person I ever expected to see, Chuck, appeared. I went wide eyed as he smiled at both Dean and I. I handed my flowers to Becca and took both of Dean’s hands in mine.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Chuck said “thank you all for being here today as we witness the union of Josie Meyers and Dean Winchester. They have both elected to write their own vows, so with that being said, ladies first.”

Becca handed me the paper I’d written my vows on as I smiled up at him.

“Dean, from the moment we met, I knew there was something different about you, what, I couldn’t be sure. All I did know was that I had to get to know you better. Through your simple, caring gestures, kind and affectionate words, even your very presence has put my soul at ease. You are everything I hoped my Prince Charming would be plus many more things. You’re my hero, my rock, my protector and my best friend. I promise that I will always love you, comfort and keep you in sickness and in health until death do us part.”

Dean looked like he was about to cry but held back his tears as he pulled a sheet of paper from his coat pocket and began to talk.

“Josie, you showed me a life I never thought I could have.” he started.

Suddenly, he looked like he made a decision, folded up the paper and stuck it back in his pocket.

“You can read those later,” he said, his eyes laser focused on me as he held tightly to my hands “I’ll be anything you need, I promise. I’ll be there to hold you. I’ll remind you how beautiful you are every single day of our lives. I’ll protect you Josie, from anything that would harm you. And you will be happy, whatever I have to do, I will make you happy. You are my love.”

I watched as a single tear slid down his cheek and I gently wiped it away.

“I’ll take away all your tears Dean,” I’ll told him quietly so that only he could hear “I’ll take them all away.”

Becca and Sam then handed mine and Dean’s wedding bands to Chuck, who took them in his hands and closed his eyes. Imperceptible to anyone besides me it seemed, Chuck’s clasped hands seemed to glow as he held our rings, muttering something under his breath.

It suddenly felt like the world went silent. I looked around and saw everyone frozen in place except for Dean, Chuck and I.

“I know I’m kind of a last minute party crasher,” Chuck said “but I wanted to be here for this.”

“No, you’re fine.” Dean insisted and I nodded in agreement “But I have to ask, what was with the light show?”

“You saw that too?” I asked Dean, who nodded.

“I blessed the rings,” Chuck said “they’re protection for the two of you. No monsters will ever bother you or your children.”

We looked at each other and then at him.

“Why now?” Dean asked

Chuck’s eyes went soft and he smiled at both of us.

“Because you have earned it. Beyond earned it, now it’s time for you two to take it easy and live the life you want.” Chuck told us.

Dean and I stared at him and then at each other as a slow smile crossed Dean’s face.

“Okay.” Dean said with a nod “If she’s on board then so am I.”

They both looked at me, the gravity of the situation hitting me. No monsters would ever come after our family. We’d never have to worry about our children finding a ghoul under their bed or being attacked by a werewolf. My eyes pricked with tears and I nodded.

“Yes,” I said “absolutely.”

He then handed my ring to Dean, as time restarted, and said

“Dean, place the ring on Josie’s finger and repeat after me.”

Dean waited and then said

“Josie, take thing ring as a token of my love. I marry you with this ring, all that I am and all that I have.” He pushed the ring all the way down to the base of my finger as tears spilled out of my eyes. I felt a warmth radiate from the ring as I quickly dabbed my tears away and took Dean’s ring from Chuck.

“Dean, take this ring as a token of my love. I marry you with this ring, all that I am and all that I have.”

With our rings exchanged, Chuck smiled at the both of us.

“With the power vested in me,” he said “I bless this marriage and now pronounce that Josie and Dean are husband and wife. Dean, you may kiss your bride.”

Dean pulled me close and kissed me hard as our friends and family clapped and cheered.

We rode in Baby over to the bed and breakfast holding hands. When we stopped at a red light he kissed the back of my hand and said

“You look so beautiful, I’m one lucky, lucky son of a bitch.”

I smiled and said

“Oh, just you wait until I get you alone, then you’ll see how lucky you are.”

His eyes lit up mischievously.

“What do you have under that dress for me?” He purred against my hand.

“You’re gonna have to wait until tonight there handsome.” I told him.

“Come on sweetheart,” he pleaded “just a little peek?”

The light turned green and I nodded to the light.

“Get us to the B&B safely and you’ll get a peek.” I told him.

Once we arrived, true to my word, I pulled my dress up just enough to show him that I was wearing a garter belt.

“Fuck,” he breathed and licked his lip “I don’t know if we’ll make it through the reception now.”

“Oh, we’ll make it,” I told him “I’ll even make it worth your while if we do.”

His eyebrows shot up, looking intrigued.

“Whatever you say.” he said and kissed me. When he pulled back, he smiled and said “Mrs. Winchester.”

“I'm never going to get tired of you saying that.” I told him and went to reach for my door handle.

“Wait,” he said and I turned back to him “I have something to show you.”

He took the keys out of the ignition and held them up. There, in the winter sunlight, I could see the keychain I'd given him. He gently picked up the pendant around my neck and smiled, seeing how well the two fit together.

“This was perfect, by the way.” he said “And it did put my mind at ease.”

“Good,” I told him “I'm glad.” I held his fingertips in my hands and kissed his knuckles. “I carry your heart with me, I carry it in my heart.”

Once we got inside and the owners of the B&B stuffed us and our guests full of Beef Wellington, mashed potatoes, green beans and an assortment of beer and wine, it was time to cut the red velvet cake.

“Be nice.” I warned Dean as we took our places by the cake.

“Or what?” He asked in my ear.

“Or you won’t get the surprise I have planned for you tonight, Mr. Winchester.” I cooed in his ear. I watched his eyes pop with shock and he suddenly nodded.

“Okay,” He said “I’ll be nice if you will.”

I nodded and once the cake was cut, I only smudged a little bit of cream cheese icing on to his nose as he did the same to me.

After the reception was over, the owners escorted us to the honeymoon suite.

“Enjoy your evening Mr and Mrs Winchester.” The husband said and opened the door. I was about to walk in when Dean scooped me up into his arms and I laughed as he carried me over the threshold, kicking the door shut with his foot.

“I can’t believe you just did that!” I exclaimed.

“Hey,” He said as he set me down “you’re the one that made us sleep apart last night for fear of bad luck, and it’s bad luck if you don’t carry the bride over the threshold.”

I looked around the room, it had been decorated with rose petals all over the floor and a fire that was lit in the fireplace. I turned and set my eyes on my new husband who was looking around the room.

“Dean, what’re you doing?” I asked

“Just checking something,” he said “that’s all.”

“We don’t have to check for monsters anymore remember?” I asked him.

He gave me a smile and said

“Not what I was looking for, but thank you for the reminder.” He said as he took his phone out of his pocket and hooked it up to a speaker on the mantel. I heard the notes of a piano start as he strode over to me and took my hand.

“What’re you doing?” I asked as he spun me in a circle.

“Dancing with my wife.” He said, as if we did this all the time.

When the rain is blowing in your face

And the whole world is on your case

I could offer you a warm embrace

To make you feel my love

I smiled up at him as he held me closely, I laid my head against his chest, both of my hands in his as we swayed to the music.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear

And there is no one there to dry your tears

Oh, I hold you for a million years

To make you feel my love

“Dean?” I asked

“Hm?” He answered

“Remember when you asked me what I wanted for Christmas? Right before you proposed?” I asked him.

“I do.” He said and pulled back to look at me “Why?”

“This is all I’ve ever wanted,” I told him “both of us safe, happy and together.”

I know you haven't made your mind up yet

But I will never do you wrong

I've known it from the moment that we met

No doubt in my mind where you belong

His face seemed to glow as he smiled and gently kissed me.

“Me too sweetheart,” he said “me too.”

I'd go hungry; I'd go black and blue

And I'd go crawling down the avenue

No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do

To make you feel my love

I laid my head back on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as he held me again. I closed my eyes, my other ear tuned to the music and the gentle crackling of the fire.

The storms are raging on the rolling sea

And on the highway of regret

The winds of change are blowing wild and free

You ain't seen nothing like me yet

The day I never thought I’d see was finally here. I wanted nothing but him for the rest of my life, everything about today felt like a dream. Some unattainable fantasy that occupied the back corner of my mind, but here it was, right here in front of me. I sighed, content, and finally feeling at peace.

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true

There's nothing that I wouldn't do

Go to the ends of this Earth for you

To make you feel my love, oh yes

To make you feel my love

He ducked his head down and asked

“Was that okay?”

“Better than okay,” I told him and but my lip mischievously “now, I just want you out of this,” I said and tugged on his waistcoat, my mouth close to his, “even though you look drop dead sexy in it.”

“Mh, that right?” He asked and closed the gap between us by kissing me. He quickly shed his jacket and I tugged his tie off, flinging it to the side. His hands were immediately all over my back as he searched for a way to get the dress off of me. I had to admit, the feeling of his hands all over my lace covered back was delicious.

“Small button at the top,” I told him “the rest is a zipper.” With surprising quickness, he quickly undid the button and the zipper, causing the dress to practically fall off of me. He quickly caught it at my chest and peeled the sleeves down and off my arms. Under the dress was a champagne colored lingerie set that made him groan when he saw it.

“Fuck me,” he said lowly as I stepped out of the dress toward him “I AM a lucky son of a bitch.”

“And I’m all yours.” I told him as I stood on my tip toes and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“All mine.” He said, placing his hands on my hips and heatedly kissed me. He held me tightly against him, his hardened length up against my lower belly. He reached down and picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carried me over to the bed. He sat on the edge of the mattress with me straddling him as our kisses grew more and more impatient. I ran my fingers through his thick hair as he laid a firm smack on my ass.

“AH!” I cried as he started to attack my neck with kisses, his facial hair scratching my upper chest as I started to grind on him. “Dean, Dean!” I begged as his hands roamed up my back and unhooked my bra, damn near throwing it to the ground. He tilted my body back and sucked my left nipple in between his lips as his thumb teased my right nipple, they pebbled and hardened under his touch as I cried out loudly for him. The hand that was teasing my nipple slid around to my back to hold the nape of my neck. He kissed from my left nipple to the right one and sucked on it as well, making another cry rip from my throat.

The hand that was on the back of my neck quickly pulled me up right so that I was looking at him as he quickly undid the chignon my hair was in,

it fell in waves down my back, just the way he liked. He gave me a smile that would melt even the most frozen of hearts.

“There’s my girl.” he purred against my mouth as I quickly unbuttoned his shirt and practically ripped it and his undershirt off to get to his bare skin. His tanned and freckled shoulders and chest never failed to make me weak in the knees as I kissed all over his collarbone and neck. He hummed in delight as I kissed up his neck and to his ear where I gave him a playful bite. His fingers dug into my hips and he flipped me on to my back. I slid up the bed to the pillows as he discarded his socks, shoes and pants while I unbuckled the fasteners that held my stockings in place. He watched as I started to take the stockings off.

“Nuh uh,” he said as he crawled up the bed and up between my legs “let me.”

I nodded as he rolled the material down my leg, leaving kisses where the stockings had once been. I ached for him as he did the same thing to the other leg and my back arched. I unhooked the garter belt and he threw it to the side, both of us were left in nothing but our underwear. He crawled on top of me and kissed me, he pulled back as his lips worked their way down my body, gently kissing and touching every inch he could get to. I whined and writhed under him as he reached the apex of my thighs, the thin cotton material between my legs was now totally ruined thanks to him. He kissed me from clit to hole through the soaking material. It felt forbidden somehow, like we shouldn’t be doing this, but it also felt so, so right.

“Oh fuck, Dean!” I moaned as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and worked them down and off of me. I watched as he flattened that sinful tongue of his and he licked a broad stripe up my core, making me throw my head back. I grabbed the pillow with one hand and his hair with the other as he sucked my clit between his lips, just like he’d done to my nipples. I twisted below him but his hands, which where now holding both of my breasts, anchored me to the bed. He rolled my nipples in his fingers as he licked through my soaking folds. I tightened my grip on his hair and whined out for him, god and incoherently as I felt the passionate flames he’d awakened in me take over me. I saw spots as his tongue worked its way inside me and my hips moved on their own.

“Fuck, I want you,” I moaned “god I want you so bad!”

He hummed in appreciation as my hips kept rolling, I rode his tongue until I had to snap my own hand over my mouth to keep from screaming down the house. My mind seemingly went blank as I came, my vision whiting out for a second as the high ripped through my body with a force like I’d never felt before. My legs fell open as he kissed back up my body and to my lips where I was laying there, shuttering.

“You enjoy that sweetheart?” He cooed in my ear as he gave it a playful bite. I could barely nod, my body felt boneless as he kissed me, working his way out of his boxers. Once he was freed, he lined himself up with my entrance.

“Gently,” I breathed “nice and slow.”

“I got you sweetheart.” he promised as his fingers slid through mine, pinning them by my head, his arms caging me in as he started to push his way inside me. He took his time and I could feel seemingly everything. Every ridge, every vein, ALL of him that was all for me. I caught his mouth with mine, kissing him as he sheathed himself all the way inside me. I squeezed his fingers in mine as I started to regain my senses. I placed my feet on the bed and moved my hips with his. He moaned in my mouth and kissed me harder.

“I love you,” he moaned between kisses “fuck, I love you.”

“I love you too,” I told him and opened my eyes, our gazes meeting “so, so much.”

His forehead touched mine, our eyes still on each other as he scooped me up and into his lap. I opened my legs wide to accommodate him, my feet still planted on the bed as I put one hand on the nape of his neck and the other on his shoulder. I kissed and sucked on his collar bone, leaving a trail of love bites and hickies in my wake. His blunt nails dug into my back as he cried out loudly.

“Josie,” he moaned in my ear “fuck sweetheart!”

“You getting close for me handsome?” I cooed as I bit his earlobe and he cried out.

“God,” he cried “oh fuck!”

“Come on handsome,” I said as I kissed him “come inside me Dean.”

“That what you want sweetheart?” He asked, breathing hard “you want me deep in you huh?”

“Yes,” I moaned “yes, please!”

He slipped his hand between our bodies and pressed his fingers into my swollen clit.

“Come with me,” he cried “come with me sweetheart.”

I couldn’t hold out, I fell over the edge, screaming into Dean’s chest as I heard him grunt and slam one last time into me as he came. We sat like that for a few seconds before we fell on to the bed together, totally spent.

Without realizing it, I dozed off and felt Dean gently shake me.

“Wake up sweetness,” he said, his bright green eyes looking at me “you gotta get ready for bed.”

I moaned and sat up as he handed me a robe from the bathroom.

“How long was I out?” I asked as I tied the sash around my waist.

“Not long,” He said “I wanted you to rest a little bit, I know today was a lot for both of us.”

I nodded and got up, walking over to where he was standing and hugging him.

“My new husband.” I said with a yawn and kissed his chest.

“My new wife.” He said fondly and kissed the crown of my head.

Once I’d washed my makeup off, brushed my teeth, I dug through my bag and found my honeymoon pajamas. I normally slept in an oversized shirt and panties, but I figured I could swap that for something a little sexier to surprise Dean. The black silk tank top had white lace on the chest and shorts that matched. The fabric felt nice against my skin and I smirked, wondering what Dean would say. When I walked out of the bathroom he was laying in bed with his eyes closed. I took the robe off and placed it over the back of a chair as I climbed into bed. He opened one eye, caught a glimpse of me and then opened both eyes.

“Well, hello there.” He said with a sexy smile.

“Hey.” I said and kissed him as I settled next to him.

“Where’d THIS come from?” He asked as he tugged on the hem of the shorts.

“This old thing?” I asked playfully “What? Don’t you like it?”

“Like is an understatement.” He said and pulled me close, my head on his chest and one leg over his hips. He kissed my forehead and said “You look gorgeous as always.” I snuggled into his chest as his fingers ran up and down my back. “Dean?” i asked

“Yeah sweetheart? What is it?” he asked .

“Can I see the vows you wrote for me?” I asked.

What was written on the paper occupied my mind more than I really wanted to admit. I look up at him and he looked concerned, biting his bottom lip anxiously. “Are you upset that I didn't say them?” he asked I placed my hand on his cheek and shook my head.

“No, not at all!” I exclaimed “What you said was perfect, I loved it.” I kissed him slowly and then added “I'm just curious.”

“Okay,” he said with a smile “stay right here.” he kissed my forehead and got out of bed to find his jacket. He hadn't bothered to put on any clothes and I couldn't believe that this perfect view was all mine to look at. His long, lean body with a perfect ass, toned tummy and thick things could make anyone turn to Jell-O.

“I'm liking the view Mr. Winchester!” I called to him, grinning mischievously.

With that dangerous grin I loved so much, he crawled back into bed and kissed me slowly. “Do you?” he asked and I nodded “Good, because you're going to be seeing a lot of it.” His fingers played down the side of my body as I envisioned him, naked for days in bed with me. This idea made me grin even more as he held the paper out to me.

“Will you read them to me?” I asked quietly, a small smile playing on my mouth. I knew deep down he'd never say no, but I always had to ask.

“Of course I will.” He said. He unfolded the piece of paper, cleared his throat and began to read. “Josie, you have shown me a life I didn't know I could have. You made me want to be a batter man for you, the kind of man you can be proud of. The kind of man who deserves to have you by his side. I was lost when I met you. There was nothing I wanted for myself or my life, now I do. I want to love you, I'm giving you my heart and my life. Whatever they're worth, it's because of you.”

My heart wrenched in my chest, I knew he cared about me deeply by I never knew how deep that love ran until now. My eyes filled with tears as he closed the paper and looked at me. “Oh Dean!” I cried as I snuggled into his chest and he held me tighter.

“I mean it sweetheart,” he said as he kissed the crown on my head “I mean it, everything is because of you. I love you.” I nodded off as he held me tightly and I knew without a shadow of a doubt, that anything this life threw at us, I could always count on him and how much he loved me.

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Swan Lake. // High school!Joe Mazzello. Part 1/(?)

A/N. I really like how this story could develop. I’m preparing a second part for this. Remember my REQUESTS AND TAG LIST ARE OPEN. The spanish version is after the english one. ENJOY.

Summary. The love story between Joe and a dancer.

Words. 1K

Warning. None.

(Y/N) had been his crush during the last years of high school, a crush that during four short months was a relationship. He never talked to her, she looked spectacular, always with the rest of the dancers. Until one day, he found the perfect chance.

His parents went to the theatre and he was in charge of the dance studio they owned.

"There is going to be one girl. She's rehearsing for a thing outside the studio, we are helping her. She will take the big room." Joe nodded to his mother, without worrying about who was inside, or that's what he thought.

He sat on the entrance desk, where his father used to be, he started reading a script for an audition. His parents went out and he stayed alone listening to some piano variations some classic ballet dancers used to warm up before the real ballet. After a while he started hearing the most famous movement of the "Swan Lake" on repeat. "The dancer must know it by heart by now" Joe thought. His thoughts stopped when he heard the music being turn off and the studio door go open. Joe found the girl he had been admiring for a long time, (Y/N). She approached him.

"Hello Joe, I think they've never introduce us. I'm (Y/N)."

"I know who you are, my parents talk a lot about you."

"Good things, I home." the boy nodded, not wanting to talk and screw it. "Well Joe, nice to meet you. I'm going to the bathroom." Joe looked at her going down the hall, she was wearing her pointe shoes, a black maillot and a sky blue tulle skirt. She was beautiful, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. And he had talked to her, she even knew his name, it was the most exciting thing that had happen to him in two months. Joe went back to his script after she put on the famous Tchaikovsky music again. After a while the door opened again, this time without stopping the music. "Joe, can I ask you for advice?" the boy nodded. She made a gesture with her hand, inviting him to go in. "I don't know which of this moves use."

"But (Y/N) I don't have any idea about classical ballet, or any kind of ballet in fact." She laughed, stopping the music.

"I know you are more of a cinema knower, that's why I want your opinion, to know which one matches better with the music and the ambient." She dryed out the sweat of her forehead with a towel and sat by the side of Joe. "Imagine you are directing a film where there is a scene of a ballet exam." The girl got up from the bench with grace and pointed the mirror. "Imagine the four examiners, a room like this one, but with a lot of tension, a young ballerina gambling his future. She has to dance Tchaikovsky, the most difficult ballet musician. Imagine that she has been preparing her whole life for this. "Swan Lake" starts to sound." She approached the speaker and put on the music. She let go a few seconds, when the music is still soft, the group of cords didn't start playing louder. "Here, which one do you like?" The drums started playing, and (Y/N) is moving with agility over the floor of the dance studio. She has talent. Joe's crush has a lot of talent, she moves with grace and you could see all the years of hard work that that exercise hide.

"I prefer the second one." Joe answered sincerely, even though both were beautiful.

"Right? I think so too." She took her bottle of water. Joe found the courage to say:

"You dance wonderfully." (Y/N) smiled.

"Thank you very much, Joe. You act wonderfully." his cheeks got red.

"Thanks." They looked at each other through the big mirror in the front wall. "What are you preparing for?"

"For the Royal Ballet School's exam."

"The real one? The London one?"

"Yes, with a bit of luck and if there isn't a lot of good dancer of my age, in six months I'll be in London." she touch her temples. "As incredible as it sounds. What are you doing next year? You are my age, right?" he nodded.

"University of Southern California, Cinematic Arts section, probably direction branch."

"So you may be directing a scene with a ballerina someday." she said with sarcasm.

"Who knows?"

"You got your university letter?" Joe nodded.

"Two weeks ago."

"Lucky bastard." (Y/N) said standing up, Joe did the same thing. "Please, stay, I like having an audience." he sat down again. I spent the next hour looking at her attentively, all her steps looked perfect, he couldn't stop looking at her feets. His parents were right, she was the best dancer that had had the dance studio. And she would get very far.

After a while (Y/N) called it a day. They started picking up their stuff, Joe invited (Y/N) to dinner.

"I'd love to, but I should get a shower, I'm all sweaty. What about tomorrow?"

And it was the next day, they had dinner in a small italian restaurant of the city they both lived in. After that dinner they went out together one, two, three more times, until they had their first kiss. They fell in love. He went to the Royal exam with her, he hold her hand while the waited, dressed with her black maillot and white tutu. Four months after that afternoon, when they got on so well, they said each other goodbye in front of Joe's house, with tears in their eyes.

"I can't believe the thing that I've been dreaming since I was four years old it's making me feel so much pain." Joe took her face between his long fingers.

"You are going to get far, very far, you will accomplish whatever you propose yourself. I love you."

"I love you too, Joe. And you will get far, too, more than you already have."

It was the first and only time they said they loved each other.

SPANISH VERSION:

(Y/N) había sido su crush durante sus últimos años de instituto, un crush que durante cuatro cortos meses se convirtió en relación. Nunca se acercaba a hablar con ella, parecía espectacular, siempre hablando con el resto de las bailarinas. Hasta que un día encontró la oportunidad perfecta.

Sus padres se habían ido al teatro y le habían dejado a cargo de cerrar la escuela.

“Sólo va a estar una alumna. Está ensayando para una cosa de fuera de la escuela, le estamos echando una mano. Le dejamos la sala grande.” Joe solo asintió a lo que le decía su madre, sin importarle quién estaba dentro, o eso pensaba él.

Se sentó en la mesa de la entrada, donde su padre solía ponerse, a leer un guion para una audición que tenía la semana siguiente. Sus padres se despidieron de él, y Joe se quedó casi solo escuchando de fondo unas variaciones de piano que las bailarinas de ballet clásico solían usar para calentar antes de entrar en la materia real. Después de un rato comenzó a oír el movimiento más famoso de “El Lago de los Cisnes.” en repetición. “La persona que lo esté bailando debe sabérselo de memoria ya” pensó Joe. Sus pensamientos se pararon cuando oyó la música pararse y abrirse la puerta del estudio. Joe se encontró con la chica a la que llevaba años admirando desde la lejanía, (Y/N). Se acercó a él.

“Hola Joe, creo que nunca nos han presentado. Soy (Y/N).”

“Se quien eres, mis padres hablan mucho de ti.”

“Espero que todo bueno.” El chico asintió, no queriendo hablar, ya que la cagaría. “Bueno Joe, encantada. Voy al baño.” Joe la miró alejarse por el pasillo, llevaba puestas sus zapatillas de punta y un maillot negro con una falda de tul azul cielo. Era preciosa, la chica más guapa que él había visto nunca. Y había hablado con ella, sabía incluso su nombre, era lo más emocionante en el ámbito amoroso que le había pasado en dos meses. Joe volvió a su guion después de que ella volviera a poner la famosa música de Tchaikovsky. Después de un rato la puerta se volvió a abrir, esta vez sin que se parara la música. “Joe, ¿puedo pedirte un consejo?” el chico asintió enérgicamente. Ella le hizo un gesto con la mano, invitándole a entrar. “No se cual de estos pasos usar.”

“Pero (Y/N), yo no tengo ni idea de ballet clásico, ni de ningún tipo de ballet, en realidad.” Ella se rió, parando la música.

“Ya se que tú eres más conocedor del cine, por eso quiero tú opinión, para saber cual pega más con la música y el ambiente.” Mientras se secaba el sudor de la frente con una toalla se sentó al lado del chico “Imagínate que diriges una película en la que hay una escena de un examen de ballet.” La chica se levantó del banco con gracia y señaló al espejo. “Imagina a los cuatro examinadores, una habitación como esta, pero con mucha tensión, una bailarina joven jugándose su futuro. Y tiene que interpretar a Tchaikovsky, el músico de ballet más complicado. Imagina que ha estado toda su vida preparándose para esto. “El lago de los cisnes” empieza a sonar.” La chica se acercó al altavoz y puso la música. Dejó pasar unos segundos, cuando la música todavía es suave, las cuerdas no han empezado a subir su volumen. “Aquí, ¿qué pirueta te gusta más?” Entran los tambores y (Y/N) se mueve con agilidad sobre el suelo del estudio de danza de los padres de Joe. Tiene talento. El crush de Joe tiene mucho talento, se mueve con gracia y se notan todos los años de trabajo que esconden el ejercicio.

“La segunda me gusta más.” Joe respondió sinceramente, aunque ambas eran preciosas.

“¿A qué sí? Yo también lo pienso.” Ella se acercó a su botella de agua. El chico se armó de valor y dijo:

“Bailas de maravilla.” (Y/N) sonrió al cumplido.

“Muchas gracias, Joe. Tu actúas de maravilla.” El chico se sonrojó.

“Gracias.” Se miraron a través de los grandes espejos en la pared de enfrente. “¿Para qué te preparas?” Ella sonrió.

“Para el examen de la Royal Ballet School.”

“¿La de verdad? ¿La de Londres?”

“Si, con un poco de suerte y si en el mundo no hay muchas bailarinas de mi edad mejores, dentro de seis meses estaré en Londres.” Se tocó las sienes de la cabeza “Por increíble que parezca. ¿Tú que vas a hacer el año que viene? Eres de mi edad, ¿verdad?” él asintió.

“Universidad Sur de California, sección de Artes Cinemáticas, posiblemente rama de director.”

“Así que puede que llegues a dirigir una escena de una bailarina.” Dijo con sarcasmo (Y/N).

“Quién sabe.”

“¿Ya te ha llegado la carta?” Joe asintió.

“Hace dos semanas.”

“Que suerte” dijo (Y/N) poniéndose de pie. Joe hizo lo mismo. “Quédate, por favor, me gusta tener público.” El chico se volvió a sentar. Pasó la siguiente hora mirándola atentamente, todos los pasos que hacía parecían perfectos, no podía parar de mirar sus pies. Daba a sus padres la razón, sin duda era la mejor bailarina que había pasado por la escuela. Y llegaría lejos.

Después de un rato (Y/N) decidió que ya estaba bien por ese día. Comenzaron a recoger, Joe invitó a (Y/N) a cenar.

“Me encantaría, pero hoy debería ir a ducharme, estoy empapada en sudor. ¿Qué te parece mañana?”

Así fue, al día siguiente cenaron en un pequeño restaurante italiano de la ciudad en la que ambos vivían. Tras esa cena volvieron a salir una, dos, tres veces más, hasta que se besaron. Se enamoraron. Joe la acompañó a las pruebas de la Royal, apretaba su mano mientras esperaba, vestida con su maillot negro y tutú blanco, a que dijeran su nombre. Apenas cuatro meses después de aquella tarde en la que congeniaron tanto, se despedían en la puerta de la casa de Joe, entre lágrimas.

“No me puedo creer que lo que llevo soñando desde que tenía cuatro años me esté haciendo tanto daño.” Joe cogió su cara entre las manos.

“Vas a llegar lejos, muy lejos, vas a conseguir todo lo que te propongas. Te quiero.”

“Yo también te quiero, Joe. Tú también llegarás más lejos de lo que ya has llegado.”

Fue la primera y única vez que se dijeron que se querían.

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beca-mitchell · 6 years

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remember the day, pt. 12 (epilogue)

Summary: All beginnings come to an end.

Also on AO3.

Word count: 1.8k

Recommended songs: hold on, we’re going home - pia mia

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Beca’s not sure what prompts her to do it.

She finds Chloe after her slightly intoxicated karaoke performance, a smile on her face.

“Hello,” Chloe greets, holding up her beer bottle in Beca’s direction. “That was…something. Nice song, Bec.”

“I’m going to kiss you now,” Beca declares, out of the blue. She figures she should just go through with it. “Please stop me, if you must.”

Chloe’s eyes widen and she manages half a nod just before Beca’s hands are gently cupping her cheeks. It’s a soft kiss, all things considered. Even unconsciously, Beca wants this first kiss to be perfect. She has only wanted it for the past few years or so. No big deal.

Still, Beca pulls back on a gasp, fearful of whatever disgust will shine on Chloe’s face. Eyes still closed, she stumbles away, only managing to find her way out of the bar quickly.

“Beca,” Chloe calls, rushing out after her. “Beca, wait-”

“Chloe,” Beca replies, spinning on her heel to face her. She feels embarrassed mostly, but she feels like every vulnerability is on display. “I didn’t mean it,” she mumbles.

She might also be a little drunk. She wobbles, but Chloe catches her, arms wrapping around her waist to steady her. “Hey,” Chloe says softly. “You’re drunk.”

“Mm…wait,” Beca says, putting her hands on Chloe’s shoulders.

“I’m done waiting,” Chloe says, in the most frank and blunt tone Beca has ever heard directed at her. “I’ve waited for you for years and I see now that it was the wrong decision.”

“Chlo.”

“Bec.” Chloe sighs, slowly removing an arm from around Beca’s waist. She reaches up to tuck an errant strand of hair away from Beca’s face.

“I want to be with you now, while we have all the time in the world,” Beca blurts. “Because I have feelings for you or – or – yeah.” Beca is very conscious of how Chloe is still holding her. “Yeah,” she drawls out, staring up at Chloe.

“You sang that song for a reason, didn’t you?” Chloe asks, not leaving room for Beca to breathe.

“Yes,” Beca finally says, in the ensuing silence. “I want to be with you,” she repeats. “I don’t want you dating those random dudes – not anymore. Not when I – I’m here.” She’ll never lie to Chloe, not when her life feels like it’s on a precipice.

“You kissed me,” Chloe says, like she’s set on detailing every single moment of Beca’s embarrassing evening.

“I was made for you just like you were made for me,” Chloe says, like she’s already proposing. Beca’s alcohol-addled brain immediately flies to what it’d be like to marry Chloe and it’s the most freeing thought she’s had in a while. “And I hope that's enough for you.”

“Yes,” Beca says immediately.

Chloe smiles, pulling Beca in for a tight hug. “Now, let’s get you home,” she says quietly. “We’ll talk about going on a date tomorrow, okay?”

Beca’s not sure she’s going to remember this in the morning, but she tries desperately to hold on to this moment.

She’s got the rest of her life to figure it out.

They are surrounded by loved ones.

They are surrounded by their friends, family, and all the love they could possibly muster for each other.

“I have thought about at least two dozen speeches, all variations on how much I adore you,” Chloe begins. “Then, I remembered how much I want to build more memories with you. But first,” Chloe says, squeezing her hands gently. “I wanted to tell you about my favourite memory.”

Beca nods, trying not to nod too frantically.

“My favourite memory is you,” Chloe says, gentle and loving. She can tell already that neither her nor Beca will make it through the entirety of their vows. “You’ve never really been a memory – not a whole one at least. But, I don’t need that because with you, I get to feel everything all at once.” She smiles a little at Beca’s small sniffle, though she manages to still smile steadily at Chloe, encouraging.

Chloe can’t help but think of every moment Beca sacrificed and suffered – how far they’ve both come.

“We’ve been through a lot, but these memories - they’re the ones that matter. That's how it feels, being in love with you, Bec. Like everything matters.” Chloe doesn’t bother wiping at the tear that slips down her face. “Loving you was really one of the few things that made sense even everything felt like it was falling apart. If...if I can make it the rest of my life without breathing right by your side, where my only goal is to just pull a smile from you every day, then that is enough for me. I never want to forget the way you look at me; I never want to forget the way you smile at me and tell me you love me.

“I want to be able to look at you from across the table, whether we’re just having coffee in the morning, or just spending a nice evening in. I want to be able to look at you and just have a million memories to choose from. I want to remember you for the rest of my life.”

Beca knows she’s ruining her make-up completely.

“Whether I’m thinking about you a few seconds from now or fifty years from now, you’ve changed my life in the all the best ways possible, Beca Mitchell, and it would be my greatest honour to share the rest of my life with you.”

Beca has to resist the urge to kiss Chloe right then and there, so she settles on simply beaming at her, holding her hands just a bit tighter.

“Beca? Your vows.”

Beca thinks that no amount of rehearsals in front of her mirror, in front of Aubrey, in front of her mother, could have ever prepared her for this. Nothing in the world could have prepared her for what it would feel like, staring right into Chloe’s face, with tears running down both their cheeks.

Not when just two years ago she felt like her entire life ended.

“Chloe,” Beca begins, though it comes out on a cracked whisper because of how tight her throat feels. She gulps for air, searching Chloe’s eyes for strength.

She finds love. Pure, unadulterated love.

“Chloe,” she tries again. “You once asked me why I loved you. Why still I love you,” Beca says, eyes serious and dark as they take in the emotions running across Chloe’s face. Chloe nods, her mouth twitching into a half-smile as the memory consumes them.

“What I said then, I’ve thought about it every day since, because every day that I got to be a part of your life was a blessing. I used to think it was a curse of some kind because you didn’t remember me at all, but to have loved and lost is better than nothing at all and I am more than grateful that you let me back into your life.”

“How could I not?” Chloe responds instantly, even though she didn’t mean to say it aloud. She blushes at the small laughs from their audience and the amused grin Beca shoots her way.

"Now – now I think about why I want to marry you and the truth is,” Beca says, choking up a little. “The truth is, I don’t have just one single reason. I would show you and tell you, every day for the rest of our lives. I want to marry you because for me, there’s nobody else and there hasn’t been anybody else, really, since the moment you pulled me over to that damned a capella table.” She grins sheepishly at their officiant, who shrugs, gesturing at her to carry on with a small smile. “I've never looked at anyone like I look at you; I’ve never forgotten anything about you, but I can say that nobody has ever looked at me the way you look at me.”

“How do I look at you?” Chloe asks, softly, forgetting momentarily that they’re meant to be exchanging vows. Beca had forgotten momentarily as well.

“Like you can’t believe I’m yours; like you think I’m the best person in the world. And that,” Beca says, voice wavering. “That has never changed. Not once.” Beca clears her throat. “I know, because it’s exactly how I feel when I look at you and I want to share that with you every day for the rest of our lives.”

Beca takes a breath.

She can breathe.

She has been able to breathe for a while now, without that suffocating, sinking feeling.

Still, she inhales greedily, taking in this new life – this new blessing.

“I love you,” she finishes, finally.

“By the power vested in me by the state of Califo…”

Beca’s not sure that she hears the rest of that sentence because Chloe is mouthing the words “I love you, too” and they’re leaning in for their first kiss as a married couple.

The first day of the rest of their lives.

“I am so happy right now,” Chloe murmurs, lips brushing against Beca’s tenderly. “I’ve never been happier.”

Beca can agree to that. "So am I. As much as I love being with you and all our friends and family, the very best part is you, Chlo. Knowing that my life is joined to yours, for better or worse."

"For better," Chloe says gently, cupping Beca’s cheek. “I’ve always known how much better life is with you.”

She says it with the certainty of Chloe Beale who has been a part of Beca’s life since she was only a freshman in university; she says it with the certainty of somebody who has spent two lifetimes finding her way back to Beca.

And Beca has only been happy to wait.

Beca's eyes glisten as she holds Chloe closer, pressing a soft kiss to her lips again. Chloe tightens her arms around the back of Beca’s neck, shifting closer as best as she can. There is music playing somewhere – there will always be music involved – but Beca savors this moment. She savors how in love with Chloe she is and how real this is.

Through everything – through all the pain and reconnecting – Beca has never been more sure of anything other than being right here, right now and how this is where she’s meant to be.

Here, amidst all the mess, all the broken pieces, and the strings holding them together.

Most importantly, it's theirs. Selfishly, completely, beautifully theirs.

Their life together. She wouldn’t change a thing.

And they’ve only just begun.

“I’m here,” Chloe whispers, amidst the applause from their friends and family. “I’m here, Bec.”

She’ll never forget this.

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nochuobsessed · 6 years

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Reign || Pt 21

Reign Masterlist

Word Count: 3k

Groups: BTS, EXO, Blackpink, Twice

Au: Royal

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader, Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst | Fluff | Smut | Au

Warnings: smut, fluff, threats

Previously:

“My accusations aren’t true then,” You say, biting down on your lip.

“I have not been the best husband for you, that is true,” He says, your bodies inching closer at every passing second, “But I would never lie with another women. No one could make me feel the way you do.”

“The girl, where is she now?” You ask, circling around him, “If she is still here, I will kill her myself.”

“She’s on her way to Min,” Jungkook said, as you both step towards each other, chest against chest, “She repulses me.”

“And do I, repulse you?” You ask, your eyes filling with lust.

“You ignite a fire in me that could never be put out.”

“J-Jungkook!”

After a long night of making up through gestures of pleasure, you had still both woken up fairly early. You had a leg wrapped around him, easily feeling his morning wood. You began teasing him, small touches, grinding into him. Next thing you knew, you were being pounded into once again.

“I don’t think I’ve ever cum so much in so little time,” Jungkook says, his hips hitting yours in a perfect rhythm, “You drive me crazy.”

You were worried that you would fall pregnant, seeing that as Jungkook had his way with you, you both forgot about the consequences of cumming inside. You had fucked before taking a bath, and then once you were in the bath, then one last time before falling asleep.

But that didn’t stop you from going again the following morning, no matter how sore and bruised you were. It only enhanced your sensitivity, already having had two orgasms that morning.

You let out a strangled moan, panting as the extreme pleasure took over you, “I’m not going to be able to walk for days.”

“That is always the goal, sweetheart,” Jungkook said, thrusting harshly a few times, making you choke out Jungkook’s name, “Cum again for me, I know you’re close.”

Jungkook squeezed your clit between his thumb and fore finger, as your nails raked down his back, “I-I’m going to-“

Jungkook pounded into you one last time, driving you over the edge as he emptied himself into you.

He pulled out of you, going to the edge of the bed. He examined his work, watching his cum leak out of you. He used two fingers to push it back in, lightly flicking your clit, you squealing form the oversensitivity.

His hands lightly stroked your stomach, moving up and down as you breathed heavily.

“I love you,” You pant out, as he took your head in his hands, cupping your cheeks and kissing you passionately. His knee moved in between your thighs, wrapping a hand around your waist. You loved this intimacy, that after-sex haze in which your body is still in awe of the pleasure you just received, You quickly escape his grasp, standing up and looking for your robe.

You make your way over to the mirror, smiling fondly at the reflection, seeing all the marks Jungkook made. He walked up behind you, his hands lightly roaming your body.

“Was I too rough?” He asked, lightly rubbing the bruises on your hips.

You nuzzle your head into his, pecking his neck, “It was perfect.”

He spun you around in his arms, his soft lips moving against yours, “I love you so fucking much, never forget that.”

You hum in acknowledgement, “Jihan will wake up soon. I want to be there when he does.”

Jungkook nodded, picking you up and carrying you to the bed again.

“We’re not doing another round-“

“I’m dressing you, relax,” He said, a slight chuckle in his voice. He walked over to the wardrobe, bringing out a blue set for the both of you.

He brought your undergarments over for you, slowly slipping them on you. He spent extra time tying up your corset, enjoying the feeling of your skin under his fingers.

“Jihan could wake up any second now-“

“Shh,” He said, pressing kisses to your shoulder. He finished dressing you, and quickly got dressed himself as you did your hair.

“He should be waking up soon,” Jungkook said, holding his hand out for you.

You stood up, placing his crown on his head, sapphires that matched your own, “And now we rule.”

He led you to your son’s room, who was asleep, but stirring. You lifted him into your arms, sitting down on the lounge, with Jungkook sitting behind you, holding onto you.

“Jihan-ie,” You coo, “Eomma and Appa are here to wake you up.”

Jihan half opened his eyes, letting out a cute yawn.

“Eomma,” He whined, his small chubby hands reaching for your ring. You happily gave it to him, leaning into your husbands embrace.

Jungkook kissed your cheek, “I’m glad everything is back to normal with us,” He said, stroking Jihan’s cheek as he slowly woke up.

“He’s just like you,” You say, “Impossible to wake up in the morning.”

“You’re just the same,” Jungkook laughed, “Didn’t we once miss an event because no one could wake us up?”

You licked your lips, “We missed last night because you needed to fuck me.”

Jungkook let out and overdramatic gasp, “Not in front of the baby!”

“Baby needs feeding,” You say, “And you do too mister.”

Jungkook smirked, “Are you going to breastfeed me too?”

“Moment ruined.”

The Castle had gone back to normal, everyone relieved to know that their King and Queen were happy once again.

It wasn’t hard to spot, seeing the both of you walk around, proudly showing off the bruises and love bites you had painted on each other.

“Are you still sore?” Jungkook asked, a smug grin on his face.

“Obviously,” You retort, “Although, my biggest concern is the cum stain that’ll be on my throne from our… earlier endeavors.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time sweetheart,” Jungkook said, “We once fucked on my throne, remember?”

“I remember well,” You say, “You got me pregnant from that.”

Jungkook slipped his hand down from your waist, giving your bum a squeeze, “Imagine if Jihan asks when and how he was conceived. Oh, funny story actually son. Your mother was teasing me whilst we had guests, so I sent the guests away and fucked her right there and then.”

You laugh, bringing Jihan closer to your chest, “Don’t traumatize the child, darling, he’ll never want to sit on that throne.”

Jungkook stopped walking, and leaned into you, whispering in your ear, “We should do it again, soon.”

“Let’s just get to the throne room first, for our official duties, and then discuss our after dark activities later,” You say pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, before he grabbed your chin, firmly planting his lips on yours.

You would have stayed like that for hours if you could, but Jihan’s crying broke you up.

“Jihan-ie,” Jungkook whined, “Why must you always separate us.”

“He lives off attention, just like you,” You say, finally entering the throne room.

You sat down on your throne, your hand subconsciously finding Jungkook’s.

“Prince Luhan and Princess Xiaotong.”

“Your Majesties.”

“Luhan, Xiaotong, we are so sorry we had to leave the Ball last night,” You say, glancing at Jungkook.

“We had a… private matter,” Jungkook said, briefly quirking his eyebrows up at you.

“Yes,” Luhan said, “We were going to mention this last night, but we never got around to it.”

“Around to what?” You ask, your free hand moving to stroke Jihan’s cheek.

“We’d like to propose a marriage, between our daughter, the Princess Lien, and your son, Prince Jihan.”

You look to Jungkook, and he gestures for you to speak.

You sit Jihan up, to face the royals in front of him, “We have to decline.”

“Pardon?”

“Our son Prince Jihan is equal to you in power, maybe a bit more since Park has more money,” Jungkook says, “He can choose his own wife, whether it is your daughter or not is his choice. He is barely nine months old, marriage is not something we will discuss with him for at least 15 years.”

Luhan looked to his wife, “Our apologies.”

“Yes,” You say, “Of course, we can arrange for the two to meet when they are, let’s say 14?”

“That will be great,” Luhan said, “We are leaving in a few hours, so we must prepare. Thank you for your time.”

The two left, and you turned to Jungkook, “Maybe he can marry no one. If you die first, I can be regent, and if I die first, you can convince him he can rule alone.”

“No grandchildren?” Jungkook asks, “I would have thought you wanted our line to continue.”

You ponder that thought, “That is true. But keep in mind, I am 19. I did not think I had to think that far into the future. I want to focus on raising Jihan, and having another child in the next year or so.”

“So you do want to have another?” Jungkook asked, “But we should still wait, once you turn 20.”

“The only way to stop conception is abstinence,” You say, “But I don’t think that either of us would be willing to do that.”

Jungkook growled lowly, “I think our week apart is abstinence enough.”

“Except last night and this morning you fucked me more times than you used to in a week,” You say, bringing your face closer to his. He connected your lips, not caring who saw, only caring about you.

“Orgasms are better when you haven’t had one in a while,” Jungkook says, “But I don’t believe you will get pregnant soon. It took us a long time to make Jihan.”

“We shall continue to fuck, not caring about the consequences,” You say, pecking his lips once more, “Next!”

The coronation was days away. Jeon coronations were always held at the Jeon Abbey, a church covered in gold and centuries old relics. You had insisted on a rehearsal, not exactly knowing how Jeon Coronations worked.

“We walk up the aisle together, just you and I,” Jungkook said, “Dahyun can hold Jihan behind us. I walk forward, be anointed, take the oath, get the crown, long live the king etcetera. Then you’ll do the same.”

“And Jihan?” You look down to your sleeping child in your arms, warmly rugged up in coats and blankets.

“He won’t take a vow, considering he can only say two words,” Jungkook says, pulling you closer to him, “You and I will take him from Dahyun, and he’ll be anointed and receive his crown. Long live Crown Prince Jihan.”

“He’s so young, and already a crown prince,” You say, “My parents didn’t become King and Queen until I was older.”

“It’s not ideal,” Jungkook said, placing his hand on our cheek, “But we can make it work. You and Jihan come first, then the Kingdom.”

You lightly placed your lips on his, “I love you, thank you.”

He smiled, before bolting to the throne at the end of the room, “I used to do this when I was little. I would try to beat my father to the throne, claiming that he was too slow to be King.”

You laugh as you slowly follow him, sitting on your throne, “Let’s say you die tomorrow, I would have to sit here, pretending to talk to Jihan for advice while ruling the kingdom in his name.”

“Let us hope we live a long, happy life,” Jungkook said, pulling you out of your seat to sit on his lap, “Maybe we should only have one throne, and we can just sit like this.”

“Even when I’m old and grey?” You laugh, pecking his lips.

“Even then,” Jungkook replies, before noticing Jihan had his eyes wide open, “How long has he been awake?”

“He’s awake?” You ask, looking down and seeing that it was true, “Jihan-ie, you’re going to be a crown prince soon. First in line to the throne!”

Jihan’s eyes wondered around the room, not understanding what you and your husband were talking about.

“It’s not the life I want for him,” Jungkook said, “I wish we could’ve moved to our other castle, but mother and father kept leaving so we were made regent.”

“We have a lot of castles now, by the way,” You say, “Being the monarch means we get more properties, and I still have a manor in Park.”

“Two,” Jungkook corrected, “You have two manors.”

“One is under Jihan’s name,” You say, making a funny face at your son, “Jimin’s present for him when he was born. To make sure he remembers his roots.”

“He’s a Jeon Prince with Park blood, a perfect combination,” Jungkook adds, “Come on, Jihan will want feeding soon. We should go home.”

You took one last look at the abbey, “We’ll be back soon anyway, for the ceremony.”

Jungkook grinned, helping you stand up, and exiting the abbey.

“Yixing and Chanyeol have both said yes to joining the privy council.”

“Tell them to recruit other members, I will not deal with my fathers old men.”

You raised your eyebrows, amused at the interaction going on in front of you. Jihan was asleep in his room, being watched over by Dahyun, whilst you and Jungkook dealt with the daily noblemen.

“Your Majesties!” Minseok ran into the room, clutching a letter. He looked panicked, and Jungkook stood up, taking the letter from him.

“What is it?” You ask, concern spreading across your face as you stood up to join your husband.

He wrapped a protective arm around you, “It’s- a threat against me, nothing to worry about.”

“Let me see-“

“No,” He said, handing it back to Minseok, “It’s just another nobody thinking they can take the throne from us. Like I said, nothing to worry about.”

“But why can’t I-“

“I want more guards outside our room and the Prince’s room,” Jungkook says, “Minseok, you and Jongin can be Y/N’s private guards again. Anywhere she goes, you go too.”

“Of course,” Minseok said, “Lovely to work with you again.”

“Send some guards to bring Dahyun to us, with Jihan,” Jungkook said, “A cot will be placed in our room, and Dahyun will be removed as Y/N’s lady, and now Jihan’s caregiver.”

“Isn’t that what I do?” You ask your husband. He sighs, sitting down on his throne, making you sit on his lap.

“Yes, but when we are not there, I want someone you and I trust, rather than a random maid.”

“Right,” You say, snuggling into Jungkook’s warmth. Whenever he was scared or stressed, being close to you always helped calm him down. Your presence had an effect on him, and you knew it well. You started playing with his hair, pressing light kisses to his temples.

“Thank you,” He whispers, kissing you properly. His hands linked around your waist, keeping you firmly in place. You had never seen a King and Queen be so intimate in public until you and Jungkook.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” Dahyun asked, looking at you in concern, holding Jihan who was awake by now.

“It’s just a threat, but we need to be careful,” Jungkook said, “Jihan-ie, come to appa.”

Dahyun brought Jihan towards you, carefully handing him to you, “He woke up on the way here, but he’s been okay.”

“Appa,” Jihan blabbed, grabbing onto his fathers ring. He kept talking, if that’s what you could call it, happily giggling in between words, pausing every few seconds to take in a deep breath.

You study Jihan’s face. His eyes were big, just like Jungkook’s. He had his nose, and facial structure. You knew your boy would grow up to be just as handsome. You and Jungkook had decided early on that if any of your children hadn’t married by choice at age 18, you would bring potential suitors in to meet them. But you had no doubts that Jihan would be a popular choice for suitor among the Princesses of other kingdoms, seeing as he had just received his first proposal.

“Come,” Jungkook said, helping you stand up, “I want to rest, and spend time with you and Jihan.”

You bring your lips to his in a quick kiss, chaste but filled with love that you bore for you family, “What do you actually want to do?”

Jungkook sighed, pulling you into his chest, “I want to hold you, and Jihan, and never let go.”

You had fallen asleep in Jungkook’s arms, Jihan lying on Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook woke up after a while, realizing it was around midnight. He shifted slowly, moving closer to you, keeping Jihan still on his chest.

He brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear, kissing your cheek. Moments like these really made his day.

Seeing you so peacefully sleeping, not worried about the worlds problems. You were always under so much stress, organizing the coronation, Jihan’s first birthday. All that while becoming Queen, being a mother, and dealing with yours and Jungkook’s first major fight.

“I love you,” He whispered, “You have given me the greatest gift a King could ever wish for. An heir, our son. Everlasting love that I never thought I would get to experience. I always thought I would get put in an arranged marriage, but then I met you and feel for you. And by the grace of god you fell for me. You gave up your kingdom to come to mine, your family to join mine. You left Baekhyun, for me, even when you were carrying his child. I am yours eternally, my love.”

He sighed, smiling happily. He would never say those things to your face, one reason being that you had asked never to speak of Baekhyun again, and another being that he didn’t always need words to express his love.

His mind drifted to the letter. He was scared. He had received letters and threats like that before, but this one was different. It was personal. Jungkook would rather die a thousand deaths before he let anyone hurt one hair on yours or Jihan’s head.

He wanted to kill the person that sent the letter. No one gets to threaten his family and get away with it.

No one.

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justtextmeoppa · 7 years

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❝I’m Mr. Worldwide Handsome ❞

Plot: You’re a trainee and Seokjin has a crush on you.

Pairing: SeokjinxReader

Words count: 4k

Genre: Fluff

For anon, I hope you like it cutie! - M.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

The mirror in front of you showed the reflection of a tired girl and without any strength on her, but even though you were aware of every aching muscle in your body, you kept trying the choreography.

It was exasperating the idea of having to show up in front of people, that sense of nausea that never left you and your legs shaking, but if you wanted to make your debut you should have endured.

The idea of becoming an idol had never been yours, at least not at the beginning. Your mother had always tried to live her life through you and as she hadn’t succeeded in realizing her dream, you had become her replacement.

Your voice was more powerful than hers, your body was more flexible and slender than hers, your face was perfect compared to hers. For your mother, you were just the improved copy of herself. And you never had the heart to say no.

Your character, sweet, mild and far too submissive had never been able to sustain the burden of the overwhelming presence of your mother.

And the weakest point of the person you were, was your shyness. For this, in the beginning, the idea of becoming an idol frightened you. The crowd, the expectations, the idea of having to please anyone else you wouldn’t have been successful. Nothing of that world excited you, indeed it had crept into you panic. Pure panic.

Observing your reflection you stopped for two seconds, the sweat that slipped along your skin impregnating, even more, the already moist clothes, the strands of your bangs glued to your forehead because of the veil of sweat. Your chest was up and down quickly, the short breath that accompanied him and the muscles of your legs thanked for that little break.

And in those seconds, you wanted to find the “breakthrough” in your mind. What was the time when that dream had become yours too? A small smile, albeit tired, widened on your lips when your answer finally came.

After six months of tiring practices, without sleeping or eating properly, you had found yourself in that same room in front of the same mirror. Your reflection was more minute, your hair longer and your cheeks still slightly chubby.

Yet the sense of freedom that your heart felt, that was something new. You didn’t know when and if you’d debuted, but at that time you started figuring out that being away from your mother was having a positive effect on you. The hours of practice, the nights spent to improve your voice, those few people you were able to approach despite your shyness, you found that they made you feel good. You even started to love fatigue, because it made you alive. After years you felt really alive.

“Y/N-SSI??”

Your memoirs vanished fast while the voice that had called you were filled with a certain concern. The voice reflected the expression on Hyun’s face, one of your sunbae.

“Oh, Sunbaenim,” you murmured feeling embarrassed starting to make his way because you could never speak to the boys, especially not those much older than you. The most desperate case was another one, so a pinch of calm kept hovering in you without making you a stuttering disaster.

“You shouldn’t be here to practice, you have to rest since it’s your day off,” he scolded you with kindness, staying close to the door. He noticed your dark circles and the fatigue with which your body barely stood up, details that worried him even more.

You nodded with a little smile, bowing at 90 degrees, “yeah, now I go sunbaenim,” your voice came out mildly but for Hyun it was enough for hear. With another smile, he bid his goodbye and you sighed with relief. At least it wasn’t HIM.

When the door was finally closed to your shoulders, you approached your duffel bag and started to tuck in all your things ready to go.

But the door opened again and you were ready to reassure Hyun, but the rumors that chatted little distant made you realize that it wasn’t Hyun this time.

“Oh, y/n-ssi, we didn’t know you were here!”

Looking in the mirror you watched them look kindly, although they were obviously tired as much as you. But they had to excel in perfection much more than you, so it didn’t surprise you to find them in the rehearsal room.

“I’m going away, don’t worry,” you’d lower your gaze by continuing to throw, with more fury and fast, your things in the duffel bag but someone surrounded your shoulders and a good and masculine scent pinched your nostrils.

“No, Y/N-SSI! Stay with us, we want to see how you dance. I heard you were great, pleaaaaaaaaase. ”

Taehyung was famous for being incredibly touchy and it was easy for him to embrace even those who didn’t know well. But that contact so friendly didn’t make you stiffen and didn’t provoke panic in your mind, but somehow you relaxed.

“I–I’m not that good.” You stuttered but he shook his head, laying a finger on your mouth so as to silence you.

“Taehyung sunbae….”

“Taehyung-ah is right. Stay with us Y/N-SSI! ”

Someone else agrees with his friend, but given your position, you couldn’t understand who.

And the sense of defeat led you to nod imperceptibly, while Taehyung loosened the grip of his arm on your shoulders and started hopping happily with your surrender.

It was at that moment that, slightly raising your face, your eyes took in Seokjin’s gaze. The red tint on his cheeks, his eyes that even though were tired shone with something you didn’t understand, his smile sweetest than ever.

That game of looks lasted little, however, because Taehyung and Jimin dragged you to an unspecified point of the room and they sat down and arranged you between each other.

“We’ve heard that in a few months you’ll debut, right??”

“Y-yes..”

“THERE’S NO NEED TO BE SHY WITH US, WE’RE ALL A BIG FAMILY! Hoseok shouted as he reached you and you smiled faintly, feeling overwhelmed by their presence.

You found them all amazing, witty and shy as you (especially Jungkook), but it wasn’t their fault if you had trouble letting you go. Your fears were the ones to control you and the fact of thinking you couldn’t please anyone was what caused your total closure towards social relations.

“Hobi Hyung let her see a few steps of the new choreography!” Jungkook proposed with a cheerful tone, his expression drawn in pure ecstasy when he began to hum while his Hyung moved his body with fluidity to the center of the room.

“Here,” someone handed you a little bottle of water and glanced up to thank you, holding your breath in recognizing that hand, that face, and that sweetness, “I guess you need it, you were practicing for a few hours, weren’t you?”

“Yes, Seokjin sunbae.., T-thanks..” You would have wanted to bite your tongue for having stuttered again, but he looked at you and when your fingers touched you noticed how he stiffened. That reaction confused you, but it was hard to notice what happened around to you when your own body for a simple contact seemed to go on fire.

Seokjin sat next to you, your shoulders almost touched and only then did you realize that Taehyung and Jimin were missing, just to go dancing with Hoseok. That more than a practice seemed like the gathering of seven friends who wanted to do some silly things and joke together.

“I look forward to seeing your debut, Y/N-SSI.”

“Why..?”

“Because I know you’ll be great and everyone should be lucky enough to hear your voice or see you dance,” he said with sincerity, feeling that filled every single word without distracting his gaze from his friends.

His compliment made you blush and again cut off any word you had found to establish a conversation.

Namjoon and Yoongi joined you two shortly thereafter, so you found yourself in whispering with Yoongi in a strange sense of tranquility. It was easy to talk to him, despite the fear that you had always felt against the rapper. The fact that both had the same origins, born and raised in Daegu, helped your conversation because your occasionally Satoori came out of your mouth and both began to smile.

But despite the conversation with Yoongi flowing smoothly, the presence of Seokjin near you didn’t make easy for your mind or body to relax.

He was kind of a magnet, he kept on attracting your attention in spite of your efforts not to let you distract. And if you had let yourself be distracted enough, you would have noticed the adoring gaze with which he looked at you or the jealousy into his eyes in noticing that you were talking to his roommate. You would have noticed every smallness that composed the greatest crush of Seokjin. Because that boy had begun to have feelings for you from the day you bumped into him the hallway a year earlier.

The other six knew, they had understood it even though he hadn’t spoken, and it was for that reason that whenever they could they involved you in their activities between the corridors or in rehearsal rooms. And you were completely unaware of everything.

“Let’s Go Dancing,” Seokjin’s hand sudden clasped yours, tugging and pulling you towards the group of boys who kept screaming and dancing without following a precise choreography. His hand was warm and soft. His slightly crooked fingers intertwined with your long and thin, making a strange combination, not perfect but.. Pleasant.

“Sunb–”

“Come on, dance,” smiling Seokjin began to make strange movements beside you, while Jimin and Hoseok laughed and joined him. You were smiling so much that now your cheeks were hurting, but eventually, you also started to take uncoordinated steps joining your laughter to theirs.

The only sounds you could hear were your laughter, the ruffling breath that each of you had for the exuberance with which kept leaping for the room, the screams of Taehyung that by now was forcing Jungkook to give him a piggyback ride.

“Kids, they brought us food!”

Yoongi’s scream stopped everyone, even you who started to feel a certain sense of hunger since you didn’t touch food from that morning. But you didn’t want to bother, so while they ran hungry towards their meal, you approached your duffel bag, putting it on your shoulder gently. It was still aching after a fall a few days before, but fortunately, the pain was slowly subsiding.

“What are you doing y/n-ssi??”

Your eyes opened wide to that question, seven pairs of eyes placed on you as you tightened the strap of your shoulder bag and swayed on your foot without knowing what to do.

“In.. In what sense?? ” Your voice, after the laughter of just before, slightly hoarse and needy of a hot tea to relieve the burning sensation. “I go back to my apart–”

Hoseok, the closest to you, clasped your wrist and with a small tug he jerked you off but you were strong enough that you could stay still in your place. “Don’t you eat with us?” he asked when he noticed that you weren’t moved, and your expression turned into sheer amazement, his question was totally unexpected.

“I..”

“Sit near Jin Hyung, there is room there!!” Taehyung exclaimed, pointing the small space left near the oldest that, without you noticing it, had already his cheeks redder than normal. And not for the impromptu ballet of before.

You dropped the duffel bag on the table, approaching Seokjin and sitting with grace near him. His scent, a mixture between cologne and the natural smell of his skin, was something that you wouldn’t be sorry to become addicted to. He offered you a dish and in silence began to pile various tastings of the dishes, without even giving you time to refuse. You loved eating, but your diet didn’t foresee that excess and especially not at that hour.

“So, are you ready for the debut? AAAAAH, I still remember our days as traineer.. We didn’t even know if we’d debut, remember?? ” Taehyung’s deep voice made everyone to nod, too many focused on their food to be worried about making conversation. “Behold here, taste this,” Seokjin had his lips close to your ear and his whisper made you shudder, but with a small smile nodded and began to eat.

“Yes, Taehyung,” you murmured shortly thereafter, the taste of kimchi that caressed your palate, smiling in the direction of the boy who gave you his usual rectangular grin, “I’m ready, though.. It’s scary, it’s really scary. ”

“It’s normal, Y/N-SSI But we saw you, ” the sound came out muffled from Namjoon’s mouth, too intent on eating to realize that he had spoken with his mouth full, “what this jerk wants to say even if he speaks with his mouth full, ” Yoongi stood in the middle, giving a lopsided look at his own leader, “is that you were born for it. True, Jin Hyung?? ”

The nominated had chopsticks in his mouth, but he had slowly put them off and swallowed anything he had between his lips maybe not even chewing. He seemed so eager to immediately respond that the tip of his nose blushed, as he turned towards you and his eyes pierced a huge hole in your soul.

“You’re perfect for that, yes.” And he would have liked to add so much more, but the presence of everyone else prevented him from giving voice to his own thoughts.

He would have wanted to say how beautiful you were or how your voice could calm the worst paranoia in his mind. He would have liked to tell you so much that whole days and nights couldn’t have been enough.

The warmth on your cheeks increased, while you distracted your gaze focusing it on your plate. You didn’t know what to say, your throat completely closed because of the emotion that that sincerity had provoked. You had never seen someone so beautiful and it was hard to think straight when every now and then he had these words for you. That way of looking at you, like you really were perfect.

So the doubt began to creep into your mind. But your shyness and inexperience immediately played their card, preventing you from understanding the truth in front of your eyes. Kim Seokjin had a crush on you, but you were too blind to see it.

~ ~

When the doorbell of your apartment, being a soloist a whole dorm would have been overkill, ranging to the walls were now the two in the morning. You just came home after a grueling day and you wanted to throw yourself in the bathtub, even fall asleep in the tube, you didn’t mind it.

Grunting you get up from the couch, throwing your phone on the pillow and crawling your feet to the door without looking at the peephole.

Seokjin, his wide pink sweatshirt and a pair of baggy trousers, was in front of you with an embarrassed smile.

You slammed your eyelids several times to make sure that the one in front of you wasn’t a hallucination, that you weren’t delusional, that it wasn’t a dream.

His eyes were enlightened by an emotion unknown to you, but as he quickly studied your body provoked a slight redness on the apples of your cheeks and the beating of your heart that sped up every second.

“Sunbae..?”

“It’s late, I know,” he began to say, his smooth and silky voice creeping into your mind making you shiver, scratching his neck visibly uncomfortable, “though.. I know that today was a hard day for you, I saw you with your manager and maybe I have eavesdropped the conversation.. ”

The words didn’t come out of your mouth, it didn’t even bother to hear that he had eavesdropped on your conversations. Something more delicate was creeping into your chest, a feeling that went to clear the fatigue and fears that day had brought.

“I wanted to tell you that if you need someone.. I mean, someone to vent on.. I’m here for you. ”

Seokjin hesitant and incredibly insecure was something you weren’t used to. Although you were sure that behind his narcissistic and extreme self-esteem waved in every single moment there was a soul disturbed by latent insecurity, he had never shown weaknesses in front of you. With a step forward, you stacked out your hand and grabbed his own. You didn’t know what was driving you, but you let the strange force do its course. Your fingers went, very easily, to intertwine with his and tugging you made him enter the house, closing with a blow of the foot the door.

“Seokjin-ssi, I wanted to make a cocoa. Do you want to join me?? ”

Perplexed he nodded, trying to calm the heartbeat of his heart, following your footsteps and starting to observe what surrounded him. He had the others to count on, you were alone. He couldn’t imagine how it was to endure the weight of the trainer years without anyone understanding the difficulties of every day. In his eyes, you had a strength that he envied and esteemed.

You drove him to your little kitchen, making him stand on the counter and leaving the grip on his hand you started to prepare hot chocolate. The silence was pleasant, no embarrassment and no reproach from your part about the late hour.

The presence of Seokjin was pleasant in itself, but his silence or the way he was passing something when you needed it was even better.

“So you heard, huh..?”

“Yes, sure you’re okay?”

You poured the chocolate into small pieces, following the recipe of your mother, starting to inhale the scent that was rising thanks to the steam emanated from the saucepan and Seokjin to your side continued to observe your every movement. He saw it, in your eyes, that you weren’t well and it just wasn’t fatigue. He knew what it felt like to have that kind of concern and seeing you in those conditions caused him the strangest pains.

“No, Seokjin-ssi.. But it was just postponed. You see I’m not ready to debut yet.. ”

“You are!” he uttered and you smiled in hearing the indignation hidden in the caress of his voice, “You are, Y/N. I’ve never seen anyone more ready than you, dammit. ”

“It’s not a problem–”

“It is. You deserve to shine, you deserve to receive the world and Pd-Nim should understand it.”

You ignored his words because you didn’t want the mood of that morning to go back to your heart, turning off the stove and starting to pour the dense and warm liquid into two cups. The scent was perfect but you found yourself thinking that no smell could be as good as the scent of the boy near to you.

“Y/N.”

“The cocoa is ready, Seokjin-ssi.”

“Stop hiding. You’re angry and it’s right just like that. You should show what you feel, don’t let everything slip because you’re too shy to say what you think. They must hear what you have to say. ” He said subheading, approaching and towering over you while your hands had trouble stopping their flickering.

You never allowed anyone to approach you that way, to read what your eyes were screaming but your mouth didn’t express, and you didn’t understand how he could do it. As he could see beyond the smile always painted on your lips.

“Y/N..”

“And what should I do?? It went like this, it was postponed.. I’ll debut when it’s time, I don’– why do you care so much? ” Your question, sincere and hissed with bitterness, provoked in the boy a discharge of disappointment. Not by the way you had replied, but because for the umpteenth time you had let it run.

“Why? Is it not clear?? ”

You raised your arms to the sky, running away from his presence too intoxicating and forgetting the hot drink, “NO, NOT AT ALL!” you yelled going to your room to be able to close in it and hide while crying without having to give explanations.

Your safe haven was so close, but he was faster and passing you he blocked your view and your passage.

“SEOKJIN.”

“I CARE BECAUSE I LIKE YOU, Y/N. AND I CAN’T BEAR TO SEE YOU IN THESE CONDITIONS!!”

“No,” you murmured, lowering your head while your mind denied what you just heard. You weren’t the kind of girl the boys found interesting, you had nothing special except the ability to disappear when shyness became too intrusive. You were nothing.

“Why no?”

“You don’t like me, you’re just feeling pity because after two years I’m still here.. Without my debut being nowhere near. Yours is only pity. ”

Seokjin took the blow, slightly unstable on his legs, while anger began to boil inside him. Anger that began to fade immediately when his eyes began to wander upon you. Your low head, your hands clenched on your hips, your shoulders bent down, your chest rising and dropping too fast. Your trembling.

How could he think to be angry with you when you were so desperately destroyed and couldn’t even accept that someone had feelings for you? What kind of life did you live for not knowing how special you were?

And at that moment he decided that he would spend his days in order to make you understand that you were a precious stone. Make you understand that you were worth it, even to suffer.

“Y/N.. Look. I’m here, not on the floor, ” he hummed with more sweetness, approaching you and placed two fingers under your chin. You flinched, lifting your head and letting his eyes, his dark irises decorated by long eyelashes, pierce your soul just by looking through yours. “Pity isn’t something that would push me out of my bed at two at night to make sure you’re okay. Pity isn’t something that drives me to look at you from afar, admire your smile and die for your laughter. Pity, no, it’s not what’s pushing my acts, Y/N. ”

“No.. You can’t.. ”

“What??”

You inhaled, you could hear his quick heartbeat thanks to the fingertips of his fingers, trying to set aside the desire to burst to cry, “I’m nothing special, Seokjin..”

“You’re not me, Y/N. You cannot know what I feel.. And never say it again, that you’re nothing special. ”

“But it’s tr–” you tried to say, but he leaned his thumb on your lips, hushing you.

“No, because for me you’re special” his whisper broke on your forehead when he placed his plump lips on your skin, sending a shiver along your spine, “that hot chocolate is waiting for us.”

“It is so important..?”

“Yes.. I’d like to remember our first date tied to a hot chocolate in front of a movie. ”

Arching an eyebrow you moved and watched him carefully, his eyes lit by a determination that you found sexy and adorable at the same time.

“Who says this is the first date..?”

“Moi. ”

“And you are..?”

He chuckled, bending towards you and rubbing the tip of his nose slowly against yours. That childish gesture also made you giggle, while the sound that your lips made, provoked in Seokjin a wave of happiness that couldn’t be quantified.

“I am Mr. Worldwide handsome, isn’t enough as an answer???”

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