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nattyluvs · 8 months

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CAFE CUTIE - chapter 19

"jaeyun, why is your little brother here?" you turned to look at him, seeing the boy on his shoulders, the usual smile on his face. even though jun was smiling hard, jake looked apologetic.o

"look im sorry, there was nobody to watch him at the house, so i had to bring him with me. he won't bother anyone or mess up anything."

"it's fine, don't stress about it. he's a good kid as far as i can tell so i know he won't destroy anything. he might as well help everyone." as you said this you thought, why didn't he just not come? watching his brother was more important than a setup and a lunch outing. you could've just had him help with the next school event.

"there's an outdoor and an indoor portion of the dance." you started to explain to him. there were too many students to fit inside the gym, and keeping food outside for hours isn't sanitary. "most of the photoshoot areas and the food will be inside the gym, and the dj setup will be outside."

he nodded at your words, listening very closely to each word you were saying. "we'll start in the gym first though, so we can hang up the banners and such."

suddenly another voice spoke up, "yn! can i help too?" jun asked, "of course you can! can you put these cups and plates on that table over there?" you pointed to one of the tables across the gym, as he followed with a small ok! as he walked further and further into the distance.

later, it was time for your little "date". you both went home to change into more appropriate clothes, rather than the lazy clothes you both were wearing to be comfortable.

you both met at a small sandwich shop a few minutes away from school, it was a popular weekday spot that students walk to after school, though it was usually quiet on the weekends. you had thought about applying for a job here, but you decided to wait unless the school workload became too much.

jake did offer to pick you up from your house, but you declined not wanting him to waste gas, since it was very pricey these days. luckily your aunt was kind enough to give you some money for gas every once in a while, not having to worry about it as much.

after you both met up inside the shop you decided to sit inside at a little table in the corner, both of you ready to eat your sandwiches due to the hunger you both built while setting up at school.

"jaeyun, why is your sandwich mainly lettuce," you questioned, confused why the sandwich barely had any toppings.

"im picky! and it's not just lettuce. theres turkey and cheese and onions too." he opened one of the flaps on the bread to point out the different ingredients.

"also, you are the only person that calls me by my actual name, it's kinda odd" he mentions, taking a bite into his sandwich with barely anything in it.

"are you gonna complain after everything you've done to me so far? plus, saying jake doesn't sound right when i say it. you know what, why don't i just call you jaeyunnie." you grinned, remembering the nickname his little brother calls him by, him being very openly embarrassed about it.

"hey! stop! he tells you, visibly embarrassed before proceeding to laugh. god his laugh, it was so contagious and so was his smile. it was hard not to smile if he was smiling too, like one of those people that makes you happy just looking at them.

"you know, jun is like the spitting imagine of a smaller me"

"i know, ive seen him. he looks like your mom more though, you look more like your dad"

"how do you know what my parents look like, stalker," he says, smiling again and taking a sip of his drink he ordered who knows when.

"maybe if you took a look around your house you'd see all of the family picture frames, im observant you know, and it's hard to miss," you reply

"nooo my embarrassing baby photos are everywhere please tell me you didn't see them" he pleaded, hands together like that was the worst thing in the world.

you both fell into a nice silence, the only voices coming from workers and the other 2 people on the other side of the shop. you both ate your sandwiches peacefully, along with some more small talk and trash talk about the lack of toppings on his sandwich.

he has his chin resting on his palm, as he burns holes into your eyes.

"you're staring," you tell him

"i know, you're pretty, it's hard not to,” he boldly says, hiding in embarrassment a few seconds later, "I'm sorry i didn't mean to be so sudden" he looks down at the floor, ashamed in case you didn't l yeah

"it's okay...and thank you. you're honestly not so bad yourself-"

"hey! you guys are on a date too?" you hear a familiar voice from the door, louder than usual. at the entrance stands soobin, and what your assuming is yeonjun since he hasn't walked in yet. soobin starts quickly walking over, pulls a chair from another table, and sits on the other end.

you can tell jake is visibly confused at what just happened, and so is yeonjun as he walks over to the table a little slower and politely greets you and jake with a smile, mouthing a "sorry"

you punch soobin's arm, whispering to him "what the fuck are you doing, go somewhere else" before hitting him again and giving a nervous smile jakes way.

"im sorry for the intrusion- we were just leaving haha" yeonjun spoke up, grabbing soobins arm to drag him out the shop, scolding his behavior before they both waved to the two of you before exiting

later, while you were both preparing to leave there was suddenly an elderly woman who had stopped at your table as she was walking in.

"you guys are such a cute couple," she said, putting her hands to her heart

"oh we're not-"

"thank you, we're a year strong" jake suddenly said, his hand grabbing yours and holding it up like it was a prized possession. the lady gave him her thanks and she went on to order her sandwich.

"do you even know that lady?”

"no? i couldn't break her heart i was just being nice"

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stargazer-sims · 11 months

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Journal Entry #51 (part two)

previously - Journal Entry #51 (part one)

Victor

The day after Yuri got out of the hospital, Auntie Keiko dropped Fox off at our house at seven in the morning. That left ample time for Mr. Okamoto to go home and get ready for his work day, but he didn't leave until he'd taken Fox aside for a little chat. I didn't know what my father-in-law might be saying to him, and I was worried that it might be an unnecessary lecture about Yuri's extraordinary needs and some thinly-veiled warning about doing a good job or else. Fox didn't need that on his first day. For his sake and ours, I wanted this arrangement to go well, not to get derailed before it even started.

The urge to spy on them was strong, but I resisted.

I tried to act casual when I heard the dining room door slide open. Fox was smiling when he and Mr. Okamoto exited the room, but I didn't want to read much into it. Some people smile to hide their true feelings, and I wasn't sure if that applied to Fox or not.

It was only after Mr. Okamoto left the house and Fox and I were in the kitchen making breakfast that I found out his smile had been genuine, and why.

Okay... let me back that up a bit. It was Fox who was making breakfast. I was only helping by explaining to him what types of foods Yuri can and can't eat. Fox definitely knows his way around a kitchen, in case you're interested. His mom's a Red Seal chef, and evidently he's picked up more than a thing or two from her.

Anyway, as he was preparing the fluffiest, most tasty-looking scrambled eggs I'd ever seen in my life for himself and me, he commented, "Your father-in-law is nice."

"Uh..." I stammered. "That's... not exactly a word people regularly use for Mr. Okamoto."

"Really?" Fox seemed surprised. "I think he's nice, and he seems like a great dad. I can tell he really loves Yuri, and you too."

It was my turn to say, "Really? I mean, I know he loves Yuri, but... not so sure about me."

"He made me promise to take good care of you," Fox said. "People don't say that about someone they don't love." He paused, as if he was debating with himself whether or not to go on, but eventually he continued. "My dad... he kinda abandoned me here. He didn't ask Auntie Keiko and Uncle Kin to promise to look after me. In fact, he was so rude to Auntie that I think she's convinced he doesn't love me all that much."

"That's..." I trailed off, at a loss as to how I should respond.

"Anyway," Fox went on, "I'm okay now. I've found my family."

"I'm glad," I said. "Uncle Kin and Auntie Keiko are good people. Everybody's auntie and uncle, I guess you could say. If you needed to find a family, they're the best ones you could've found."

"I know. I'm really lucky," he said. "And you and Yuri are lucky to have his dad. He said he'd do anything for you, and I believe him."

I was still trying to wrap my head around that revelation while Fox kept on talking. I hadn't pegged him as a particularly chatty person, but maybe he's only quiet in comparison to the people he's usually with. Like, Takahiro and his family aren't the sort of people you'd call shy and retiring. I've met Fox's friend Jin a couple times as well, and that guy... Let's just say his level of energy might even rival mine.

Anyway, somewhere in the midst of his cheerful monologue, Fox told me that Mr. Okamoto offered to pay him for helping us, and Fox said he'd accepted. He said he hoped I wasn't offended by that. I told him no. Far from being offended, I was pleased that Mr. Okamoto wanted to compensate him. We might not need his help for more than a few weeks, but despite it being a short period of time, it was still going to be a tough one. He deserved to get something besides gratitude in return for it.

"I would've done it for free, just so you know," he said.

"We appreciate that," I said, "But it's better this way, and I'm glad Mr. Okamoto offered. Yuri and I wanted to give you something too, but we weren't sure how to approach it. Like, we knew you'd do it for free, but we didn't want to take advantage of you. But, we also didn't know if you'd be offended if we—”

"Victor, don't worry. It’s totally fine.” He interrupted me in the politest way I’ve ever been interrupted. “I wouldn't have been offended. I appreciate it too, but I agree with you. I think it's better like this."

With that awkwardness out of the way, we sat down to the most delicious breakfast I've had in a long time, and pleasantly idled over less weighty subjects. I'm pretty sure Fox has more in common with Yuri than with me, but we were able to find some common ground. We both love food and enjoy being creative in the kitchen. He enjoys the outdoors like I do, and he likes camping, and he knows Granite Falls.

“Maybe we could take Taka and Yuri camping when we get home this summer,” he suggested.

I grinned. “Yuri’s been camping in Granite Falls. It was, um… an experience.”

“So, bad idea, then?”

“No, it’s a great idea. He liked it in the end, and now he knows what to expect. This time, we’ll tell him he’s the expert and he can teach Taka what he learned last time.”

“An experience,” Fox said. “I like it. Taka’s into having adventures, so if you think Yuri would be okay, the four of us should definitely go.”

“There’ll be plenty of time to plan it once you get home,” I said. “There’s lots we can do, actually. I’m excited about showing Yuri and Taka around.”

“Me too,” Fox said. “Imagine, we grew up in the same area at the same time, and never met until we came here. And if our partners weren’t already friends, we probably never would have met at all."

"I like how the world's full of strange coincidences like that," I said.

"So do I, although I do kind of wish we'd gone to the same school and known each other before."

"This was the right time," I said. "Things might've worked out for us in a whole other way if our lives had been different."

"You're probably right. In any case, I'm glad we know each other now, and it feels good to think that I’ll be going home this summer to friends who’ll be waiting for me.”

“We’ll be waiting for sure,” I said. “I think it’s gonna be great.”

We loitered over our empty plates until Fox looked at his phone and announced that it was nearly nine o’clock. Mutually concluding that we’d killed enough time at the breakfast table, Fox set to work tidying up the kitchen while I directed him where to put everything. Then, he went upstairs to check on Yuri.

On that first day, I followed him upstairs and basically became his anxious, annoying shadow because I was concerned about how Yuri might feel about being left entirely alone with him. Not that I don't trust Fox — I would never have allowed him anywhere near Yuri if I didn't trust him — but Yuri is sensitive and I wanted to make sure the two of them would get off to the best start possible.

I needn't have worried. Fox is the least intimidating person I've ever met, and he's a natural at caregiving. He had Yuri up, bathed and dressed without so much as a whisper of protest, and before I knew it, he was calmly feeding him a little bowl of soy yogurt and cut-up peaches as if it was the most ordinary and unremarkable occurrence in the world.

It hasn't been all smooth sailing since then, of course. Yuri is stubborn, as I'm sure you guys all know by now. He's also fond of getting his own way, and he has all kinds of tricks up his sleeve to make that happen, and — not gonna lie — even though I'm perfectly aware he's doing it, I give in to him a lot of the time anyway.

I figured Fox would be completely taken in, since he's such a kind soul and quite frankly gives the impression of being a pushover. But, what I hadn't known in advance was that Fox has the same superpower as Yuri; the one where he can bend people to his will so sweetly and gently that they don't even notice it. Except... two people trying the same tactic on each other do notice.

I probably don't need to tell you, this has led to a few very intense conflicts between the two of them. Quiet, civilized conflicts to be sure, but no less fierce than if they'd been shouting at each other.

Irresistible force, meet immovable object.

Not unpredictably, their biggest disagreements have been around meals. For the first few days Fox was here, he fed Yuri all his meals without questioning it, but around the fourth day, I guess he figured there was no need for that to continue to be part of his job description. Yuri pushed back, and eventually it fell to me to referee the dispute.

Yuri was furious when I sided with Fox.

I know what you're likely thinking, and yeah, I do feed Yuri when he's sick because it's easier on both of us if I do. I hate seeing him struggle to eat. That stresses me out just as much as the physical act of eating stresses him. But, I had to concede that Fox wasn't wrong when he said Yuri should be perfectly capable of feeding himself. Besides, Fox is already doing enough for us, and I didn't want to complicate his job.

Yuri made a huge scene, but I gotta say I was proud of Fox for handling the whole thing like a pro. He straight-up told Yuri that he was being ridiculous which, as you can imagine, didn't go over well. I left the room at that point 'cause I didn't want to get stuck in the middle of any further wrangling between them.

As I was crossing the hallway to my own bedroom, I overheard Fox say something unexpected. He asked Yuri if the reason why he didn't want to feed himself was because he was scared.

I already knew the answer, but I was shocked when Yuri actually admitted to Fox that's what it was.

Then, Fox did something else I hadn't seen coming. He started telling Yuri about his experience in the hospital back in the autumn, and how he'd been terrified to let anyone give him an injection.

That seemed odd to me, considering Fox is an insulin-dependent diabetic and gives himself two shots every single day, not to mention the number of times a day he pokes one of his fingers or his forearm to test his blood sugar. By that point, I'd watched him do insulin injections and blood glucose tests, and he'd barely batted an eyelash at sticking tiny, sharp objects into his skin, even with an audience of one curious wannabe nurse.

Intrigued by what he was now recounting to my husband, I temporarily deserted my plan to gather up my laundry, and lurked just out of sight of the doorway of Yuri's bedroom to eavesdrop instead.

"They're not really allowed to let you give yourself a needle, you know," Fox was saying. "But, I made a big fuss about it until they agreed to let me. I had to do it because it always hurt so much when other people gave me a shot."

Yuri sounded dubious. "That makes no sense."

"I know," Fox said. "That's the thing. I can see now that it was illogical, but at the time it seemed perfectly rational to me. Anyway, I met my friend Jin when I was in the hospital. He was my nurse, and he figured out that it was hurting because I expected it to. And you know what? It turns out he was right."

"Good for him," Yuri said.

"You know what he told me?"

"I couldn't possibly guess," Yuri replied, and his tone practically screamed, I couldn't care less.

Fox was clearly undeterred. He went on, "Jin said that I need to train myself not to expect the worst, because not everything that seems like it’ll be painful or scary turns out to be.”

"Yes, well... sometimes it does."

"That's exactly what I said," Fox told him. "And he agreed with me, but he also said that if I was too afraid to take any chances, then I might miss out on something good."

"I don't see what that has to do with me," Yuri said.

Fox may have missed it, but I didn't fail to catch the nuance in my husband's words. I knew it wasn't that he didn't understand, but more like he didn't want to admit how this could apply to him. It was his way of saying I get it, but I wish I didn't.

"I heard you like strawberries," Fox said. "And I already know you like rice, so I made you something special for breakfast. It's rice pudding, but with protein powder and pureed strawberries in it, and it's sweet like a dessert. And it's pink. See? Don't you want to know what it tastes like?"

"Not particularly."

"I double-checked with Victor. Everything in it is something you've had before. It's all safe for you to eat, if that's what's worrying you. Or is it something else?"

Yuri's answer was mumbled, and I didn't catch it, but I thought it sounded like. "It's too difficult."

"Yeah, doing stuff for yourself can be really hard," Fox said. "I totally get it."

'No, you don't."

"You might be surprised.”

“I doubt that.”

“There was a lot of stuff I couldn't do for myself before I met Jin, and Takahiro and his family,” Fox said. “I had to learn so much just to start being a normal independent person. At first, I was scared and stressed out and tired every day, but everything I've done so far has been worth it, even though it was difficult."

"It's different for me," Yuri said.

"Yeah, it is different for you," Fox acknowledged. "I've been learning to do things over the past little while that you've probably been doing independently for years. I'm not asking you to do something crazy like learning pretty much every adult life skill within a few months, like I did. All I'm asking you to do is try feeding yourself, because I know you can."

"Oh... fine, then. But, if I throw up, it's your fault."

To my astonishment, Fox laughed. It was the same kind of laugh I've heard from other adults when a child says something outrageous, and I'd say it was more an indication of indulgence than of amusement. "Yuri, you're not going to throw up."

"How would you know?"

"Just start with one small bite. If you can't do more than that, you can stop. it's okay. Here..."

I attempted to peek around the edge of the door as sneakily as I could. Fox had his back to me, and probably wouldn't have spotted me anyway, but I was trying to avoid Yuri knowing I was there.

I was just in time to see Fox turning the bowl of rice pudding around so the handle of the spoon that was sticking out of it was facing in Yuri's direction. Hesitantly, Yuri reached out and grasped the spoon as Fox held the bowl for him.

"You can do it," Fox encouraged. "One spoonful. If you can manage that and you decide you want more, I'll feed you the rest, but we're going to keep working on this at every meal from now on until you're doing it all by yourself."

Yuri's expression was an awful combination of fear and lingering irritation, but I was gratified to see him lift the spoon with some pink-tinted rice on it. And then he put it in his mouth, and for one dreadful moment I thought he really might get sick. Most of the colour drained from his face, and he stared at Fox, wide-eyed.

"Take the spoon out of your mouth, Yuri," Fox said gently, and when Yuri did as he asked, he followed up with, "Good. Now, you can swallow."

It was weird, observing that. I'd never heard anyone explain something as simple and instinctual as eating in step-by-step instructions before. Then again, perhaps Yuri had somehow unlearned that instinct and needed to be told what to do.

He's mentioned to me before that he often doesn't want to eat and only consumes food because he has to. He says he doesn’t like eating most foods, not necessarily because he dislikes the taste or texture of the food, but because he’s hyper-focused on every little detail involved in eating, and he gets overwhelmed. I guess it’s like, he could get so fixated on chewing that he’d forget to swallow, and then suddenly swallow in a panic, and then panic even more when he realizes he didn’t consciously decide whether he should swallow or not.

I don’t know, really. I’m certain Yuri could explain it better himself, but that’s basically how I understand it from what he described. And considering his history of anxiety as well as severe digestive system issues, maybe it shouldn't be too surprising.

As for Fox, I was impressed that not only was he able to break down the process for Yuri, but also that he'd recognized the need for it. It made me wonder if someone had needed to explain a basic skill to him in a similar way in the past.

"That was awesome. I knew you could do it," he said, once Yuri returned the spoon to the bowl. "How do you feel? Is your stomach okay?"

"It's fine," Yuri said. His tone was grudging, like he didn't want to admit that feeding himself one spoonful of strawberry-flavoured sweet rice wasn't actually going to be the death of him.

"Think you can do it again?" Fox inquired.

"If I have to."

"You don't have to, but I'd like you to."

Yuri sighed. "Very well."

Two spoonfuls later, I could see how much of a psychological and physical toll the effort had taken. To anyone unfamiliar with the situation it probably looks like he's playing up for attention whenever he wants someone to feed him, but I can tell you in all honesty, it's not like that. The strain that showed in all his body language was real. He gets that way when he's being fed by someone too, but not nearly as quickly and nowhere near as pronounced.

I could see his hand shaking as he gripped the spoon. He was visibly sweating, and his skin had that pale, washed-out appearance some people get when they're about to faint.

I was concerned enough that I almost stepped back into the room, but fortunately, Fox was perceptive enough to see what I saw and to understand what it meant. He said to Yuri, "Give me the spoon."

Yuri didn't so much hand it to him as push it in his general direction. Fox placed everything on the bedside table, and then helped Yuri settle back on his pillows.

"You did great," Fox told him. He brushed his hand over Yuri’s forehead. It looked like he was checking his temperature, but it was more likely that he was wiping some of the moisture off his face.

I was a little amazed that Yuri didn’t flinch away from Fox’s touch. He asked shakily, “Can… can I have some water, please?”

Fox handed his water bottle to him, and he took a couple of sips before passing it back.

“Done?” Fox inquired.

Yuri nodded. “Done.”

“Everything all right? Is your stomach still okay?"

"Yes, my stomach is all right for now, but I'm tired," Yuri said. "I need to sleep.”

"Understandable," Fox didn't point out that he'd only been awake for an hour or so. He simply acknowledged that Yuri knew best whether he needed more rest or not. "That was an amazing effort. I know it was a lot, but you did really good. I didn't even have to tell you to take that last spoonful."

"It’s good. The rice."

That admission was spoken so quietly that I almost didn't hear it.

"There's more of it left," Fox said. "Victor and I are going to have it for dessert with our lunch, but we'll save some for you. Would you like that?"

"Yes, please."

"You're going to feed yourself at least one spoonful at lunchtime, okay?" It sounded like a request, but I knew it wasn’t.

Yuri didn't reply, so I had no idea if he was agreeing with Fox's new rule, but he didn’t seem to be disagreeing either, which was good. I smiled. It may not have been a victory, exactly, but I felt safe in calling it a step in the right direction at least.

And now we're at the spot where I’m supposed to say some sort of happy ending thing, right? Like how I’m filled with hope or how Fox is a miracle worker or something?

Well, I am hopeful, but I’m not naïve. I don’t think Yuri had some great epiphany or whatever, or that Fox’s wisdom is going to fix everything. Yuri’s got a long way to go, and he’s not going to recover overnight, especially mentally. Disability Is tricky like that. Even when the body is relatively well, the mind can still be troubled. in fact, I’m convinced that the psychological impact of living with a disability can be even more disabling than the illness or disability itself.

What I can say is, I think it’s good for Yuri to have Fox here. It’s good for me as well, and not just for the obvious reasons. Fox doesn’t let Yuri get his way to avoid a confrontation with him, or to alleviate his own discomfort, like I do. As much as I don’t like admitting it, his approach yields better results than mine, even if it starts out a bit rough.

From watching Fox Interact with Yuri, I’ve learned there’s a difference between sympathy and empathy. I let Yuri get away with a lot because I feel bad for him and it’s painful for me to see him suffering, and I just want to make things better for both of us. But, I’m starting to realize that’s not doing either of us much good at the end of the day. He doesn’t need someone to take pity on him. He needs someone to respect how he feels and to try seeing things from his point of view while also showing him safe ways to move forward.

He needs someone to help him get perspective. That’s what my therapist would call it.

After this, I think I should be challenging him more. And I should be challenging myself more, to be firm with him when I need to be, and to recognize when it's okay to give in and when it's not. I need to challenge myself to remember that the easiest way isn't always the best way, and sometimes there has to be a little pain in order to make progress.

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solar-argo · 6 months

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I FORGOT ABOUT THE OC-TOBER IM SO SORRY

I'm going on a road trip with my mom tomorrow tho, which means! A lot of time to draw! So i will try my bestest to do a few days LMAO

Anyway to tide yall over, have my lego monkie kid oc!! I love her with all of my heart.

I have edited her design a little, and given her a backstory!! I also finished the show. Giggles autistically. CW for below, season 3 spoilers for Lego Monkie Kid! As well as minor character death, but that's not a show spoiler

So, she has a little sister, Fēn, and she loves her little sister. Her parents are. Distant at best, so Qiu was kinda eldest daughter syndrome-ed by their parents. During the Lady Bone Demon attack, her house collapsed while her sister was at school (Qiu is in university, taking classes at night, and working part time to afford a babysitter for Fēn when their parents arent around, which is often).

Qiu wakes up in a pocket of rubble and is able to wiggle her way out, and stays at a hospital thats taking in displaced people while tracking down her sister. When she finally finds her, about a week later, she tells Fēn that she couldn't find their parents, but when people offer to try to help finding them, Qiu politely declines, and never does bother to put in effort to find them.

Considering Qiu is now the SOLE provider for her little sister, she drops out of her evening classes and searches for a full-time job that will take her despite her lack of degree. Her search takes her to Pigsy's noodles, where she's once again told that there aren't any openings. However, she is desperate for a job, and begs Pigsy to consider her. So, he hesitantly offers her a job in the kitchen; doing prep work for him, grocery runs when they run out of an ingredient, etc. She thanks him, and the next day she sends Fēn off to school, and goes to Pigsy's noodles.

Every weekday she leaves early to pick up her sister, and then comes right back, plonking her sister in a chair at the counter to do her homework. Eventually, Tang and Mei offer to do it, and trade off picking Fēn up from school. While she's at the shop, Tang and Mei usually keep her company, and, when it's not busy, so will MK.

Eventually, they find out that Qiu dropped out of school, and when they ask why, she shrugs and responds 'I couldn't afford a house, food, AND a babysitter while in school, so I had to sacrifice something.' They all feel bad, despite the fact that Qiu shrugs it off, saying that it was a part of life. So, MK, Mei, and Tang all band together and tell Qiu that they'll watch Fēn for free while she is in classes. Qiu cries, thanks them, and applies to uni again for the new school year.

Problems arise, however, during the first set of exams. Qiu needs to be at school in the morning, and everyone is busy in the morning; MK doing training, Mei training as well (I headcanon that after the arc was finished, Mei kept training to use the samadhi fire with Red Son), and Tang usually shopping with Pigsy.

So, on MK's day with Fēn, she's brought the flower fruit mountain, and gets to meet Sun Wukong. They get along... alright; Sun Wukong is a little awkward around her, considering she's a lot younger than MK, and he's not quite sure how to talk to her. They spend the day painting rocks while MK does chores around the mountain; Qiu didn't want them to work on fighting with a 6 year old right there.

On Mei's day, she takes Fēn to see Red Son, who has Mei work on her focus and control over the fire. Red Son, who has a MUCH easier time talking to her than Wukong, ends up sitting next to Fēn and playing various games with her while Mei trains.

On Tang's day, she gets dropped off with Sandy, who ends up having a several hour long tea party with her and Mo, complete with a comically small tiara for Sandy, and a pink ballgown for Mo. And of course, Fēn dresses up in her own blue gown, and doesn't ask Sandy why or how he had her favorite color ballgown. (He asked Qiu what Fēn's size was, and made a gown for her, just in case she ever came over)

And on the last day of exams, MK had training again; this time, with Macaque. Macaque was, to most people's surprise, very soft with Fēn. When MK arrived to his dojo, visibly frazzled with an excited 6 year old, he'd blinked, stared for a moment. He'd sighed, canceling training, and left the dojo, locking it behind him, before bending down to talk to Fēn, introducing himself, and asking what she wanted to do. And so, the 3 of them went to an arcade, MK and Fēn playing while Macaque kept an eye out. By the end of the day, Fēn was referring to Macaque as "uncle M"

That's all I got for now, and I did not mean for it to be so damn LONG?? Jesus christ- TLDR lbd attacks, oc becomes mom to her little sister, works at Pigsy's, goes to college, and The Gang babysits her little sister for her.

Mayhaps I should make a fic out of this. (I will never make a fic out of this, I do NOT have the motivation to write. Like, ever)

#artists on tumblr #digital art #oc art #drawing #lego monkie kid #oc #backstory #oc backstory

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whatididtday · 7 months

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September 15/Fri:

Woke up around 11:30, was motivated to get something done today.

Looked into how to optimize LinkedIn and clicked some new photos (none of which I felt is as good) but I still added one of them to my LinkedIn profile

Got v anxious v fast as I saw I am not eligible to apply for any job as my skills are below subpar and had a breakdown

I did apply to some places and got rejection mails p soon

The whole afternoon I cried, it's like a routine now to cry in the afternoon

Again my partner reassured me that it's not the end of the world and I still have time, I'm v burnt out so doing such stressful things will make me have more meltdowns and that I should rest properly

After the encouragement and lots of love from them I felt lots better

I then hyperfixated on Yoongi for a while and had a mental monologue about how Yoongi 's songs are so deep despite him appearing so non chalant.

I ate lots of sweets yday, more than 5 pieces of thick milky sweets and that caused my head to spin real bad but I wasn't able to sleep and felt again v depressed

I've been taking medications properly, now that my mom makes me take it religiously and won't go till I have and it but the feelings of great despair and helplessness doesn't go away and I have to fight with myself to not feel that way.

My partner has been telling me to take therapy frequently ans it might help as they feel it helps them, so I should look forward to my next session.

I played Pogo the whole afternoon toll mom suggested I should go to swimming as it's been a while and my membership lasts till 12 October, which was a surprise.

I thought I've not been doing any physical exercise so I should go and also it's nice to swim and hopefully due to my exercise my periods will be regular.

I shaved my legs and got in my swimming costume, blasted *Crossed* while playing pogo on my way to swimming pool. Just when I was about to enter a bird pooped on my shirt, it was drizzling a bit so I help my hand out and that's exactly when the bird decided to poop

The poo didn't hit my hand but was on my chest area and there's a school beside the swimming pool place and all the kids were like ew and I felt v embarrassed by I think I handled it v v welln

I wiped the poo and didn't really react much and went on my way.

I reached ten mins early to the swimming pool but I took some time to fix my costume and wear my cap.

The goggles I have is really bad idk why, I'm unable to see anything when I wear it, yday I noticed some scratches, I'll investigate it more and see wtf is up with it.

Swimming after a whole month was hard, I had very less stamina, I could only do 12 laps, usually I go for 16-18.

There was a v sweet thing happened yday where two kids, one 4th grader called Di and 5th grader called Gi came up to me to talk while the swim sesh.

Gi and I have waved at each other and had skme tiny brief talks, she asked me if my septum piercing hurts and she said her nose hurts everytime she sees mine which was funny and told me back then that she was in 5th grade.

Gi and Di both came to me and asked whixh grade I am in xD, bless their heart tbh it's so sweet and I took some time to answer, I first said I'm not in any grade to which they got a bit confused and then as they are kids and won't understand I'm unemployed and all the follow questions if have if I told them this would be bad so I said I'm working in Amazon ( it's been 5 months since I resigned) and they were like ohhhh so you get Amazon things for free? Can you get us something and it was v sweet and funny.

Then these two started splashing water at ecah other while I did one lap and after I rested next to them one of the kiddos splashed lots of water on me and as they are kids it was funny that tiny kids splashing loads of water on an adult, so I allowed it and was joking around that oh no ill drown xD

And they were splashing more and more water to whuxh I splashed back some and they were having fun wuth this and whenever I splashed water they'd turn away so that they don't get splashed directly on face so I swam under water and popped up right next to Di and splashed lotsa water and she was Owo how? It was funny nice and funny

Then both the kids started asking me to play around with them instead of swimming as it's fun whne I'm there and it was really sweet so I obliged. They did their childish shenanigans and when the bell rang indicating it was 7 already we got up and the kids asked me to walk home with them

The younger one, Di asked me if I'll come tomorow and I jokingly said no I can't, because you splashed so much water on me I'll get cold and she got v scared and said no no I'm sure you'll not get cold, and seeing her distressed I said haha jo, But she wasn't like content so she held her tiny pinky out and asked me to pinky swear I'll come tomorow and I did and cuz I did this with Di, Gi also made me pinky swear with her and now I have to go to swimming today else they'll be upset

Idk why I think so much, I started thinking what will happen after I stop going to swimming, will they be sad cuz I don't want them to. Plus I just am a bit worried that I'll not get much exercise done now that I'm stuck with kids, let's see how it goes...

I was v v excited to tell my partner about all this, but not on text, I wanted to hear them laugh and giggle so I texted them I'll tell em all during the nightly video calls and they were excited but I was more excited to tell if to someone right then and it was not night yet, so I told mom ans she laughed but I have been trying not to talk to mom much as our relationship is v dysfunctional ans she's extremely controlling and when I confront she says hurting words and abandon me to deal with damage. It makes me realize it's the first time ever that I'm keeping things both happy and sad from her due to her reluctance to hear me out without dismissing and abandoning me when I need and then tell me leave trauma and past problems in the past lol.

I had tea whole telling her the least amount of retail about the kids shenanigans and mom got some dhoklas and a cashew sweet which I ate.

After that I studied for 48 mins, I realized how much more I need to study and do more projects to get a hang of the concepts, it took me so much time to replicate one simple web page and it kinda geared me to study regularly.

Was called for dinner just after that and dinner was a sensory night mare, weird texture veggies and fish and it was really overwhelming. But I had to eat so I can take my meds.

Took meds at 9:36

After coming to my room I tried studying for some more time till it was ten and then we videocalled and I told them the whole thing ans we laughed but it seemed they were very sleepy and I wanted so bad to hear things from them more, to spend more time but I wanted tu be a kind partner and ask them to go and sleep and I think they saw I'm being a bit upset and they were like nope I'm tired yes but I wanna talk to you now.

One tiny hurt in me starts branching spreading into a whole big disaster but I did my best to control it.

They said they wanted to send me another sleep story vn and I was like please don't bb, you sent me so many of them so I want to completely cherish it and then out of guilt I told them please don't put so much effort in sending the sleep recordings, it's so sweet that you do but I don't want you to exert yourself and it hurts me and to this they felt extreme guilt and said I send em so you relax and feel happy and not be upset, please don't think I'm putting lots of effort into it and hurting myself, I enjoy doing it for you and you deserve it. You deserve the best love and I'm giving you that and I was on the verge of tears from all the kindness and love but also vv upset with myself for not stringing the words correctly and yet we resolved that thing and they were so eepy, I asked them to sleep please and they agreed and we exchanged our kisses and love.

I love them so much, I really want to marry them, have the rest of my life with them and for that I need to heal and not cry a lot and also fix my thinking and work on my dreams.

I slept p soon after that

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brettpesce · 3 years

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#textpost #lily speaks #i'm gonna go sit on my bathroom floor and listen to my cry playlist before my scheduled call w my friends #i've been so ugh hgkdsgjkdhag lately #doesn't help that my mom asked my why i didn't apply for a job at the pharmacy instead of just being happy that i got a job at all

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bangbangchanie · 3 years

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strangers || choi yeonjun

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Pairing: college student!yeonjun × college student!reader (fem)

Genre: fluff, angst, mostly slice of life

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol, unedited, idk what else lol

Description: Yeonjun finds himself needing a favor from you after Soobin tries but fails to cover for him.

A/N: i wrote this during this past week and it's the first thing I've finished in a while. I'm not sure how i feel about it but i am glad i finally finished something that i don't hate lol. I meant to post this sooner and then i remembered it and was gonna chicken out, but it's yeonjun's birthday in SK, so i figured i should do it as a sort of birthday present. Lol, happy birthday to our 4th Gen It-Boy 💕 - Admin Peachy 🍑

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A sigh left Mrs. Choi's mouth as her call to her son went to voicemail for the nth time that week. She had been trying to get in touch with him as his father was having a very important business dinner and his boss was hoping to see Yeonjun there. Not only that, but she herself was hoping to see her son after nearly two months of not seeing him. They lived in the same city, for crying out loud!

She had her suspicions that he was up to no good. He had been a troublemaker in high school. While he got good grades, he didn't apply himself enough, and she was certain this new freedom wasn't going to help that. But, she couldn't just confront Yeonjun. She didn't want to seem like a helicopter parent or make him think she didn't trust him, but she worried about him. She wanted him to be safe and healthy and get a good education.

But, if she couldn't speak to him herself about it, what could she do? After considering her options, she decided to call his best friend Soobin.

"Oh, hello, Mrs. Choi," Soobin said upon answering after just two rings. Gosh, if only her son was the same way. Not that the two were extremely different. Soobin was also a known troublemaker in high school, but it seemed getting a job in college had taught him more about responsibility. Maybe Yeonjun needed a job. "Is everything ok?"

Right, she was on the phone. "Hi, Soobin. I hate to call you so suddenly and just get straight to the point without asking how you are, but I've been quite concerned about Yeonjun lately," she confessed to him, getting right to business. "I've been calling him all week, and he isn't answering me. Is he doing alright? He's not hanging with that group of kids he got into all that trouble with in high school, is he? What about his classes? I just know he's skipping them."

Soobin gulped inaudibly, panicking because of the questions. Yeonjun wasn't hanging out with that group anymore, but he was certainly partying and getting drunk almost every night, which meant he was skipping classes because he was too hungover. Of course, he couldn't tell Mrs. Choi that. But, what was he supposed to say? He needed a good excuse that she would buy.

"Actually, Yeonjun has been going to his classes. He's just busy because he's studying so hard." That was an awful lie! She'd never believe that. Think, Soobin...think! "He's studying hard because he started dating this girl from one of his lectures. She's really studious, so she's been making sure he's staying on top of his work."

That seemed believable enough. "Really? A girlfriend?" Mrs. Choi asked, sounding pleasantly surprised. "Well, she sounds lovely! Why didn't he tell us this? Oh, that doesn't matter now. The important thing is that he's found himself a girlfriend and is doing well. Tell him to answer my calls, will you? Thank you so much, Soobin!"

She was quick to end the call, leaving Soobin's head spinning. Whatever the case, he was glad he saved his friend.

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"What the hell did you do?!" Yeonjun cried out as he burst through the door of his and Soobin's apartment. Soobin, who was sitting on the couch, jumped from shock. "Why the fuck would you tell my mom that I'm studying hard because I have a studious girlfriend?!"

Well, at least he finally answered her call. "What do you mean? To save your ass! Your mom called me today asking why you aren't answering her calls. She could somehow tell you weren't going to classes and being reckless, so I had to lie to make her think you're going to your lectures regularly and are just busy with something other than parties," Soobin informed him, not understanding why his friend was so pissed. "I told her you were busying studying, and then I added the studious girlfriend part so she'd actually buy it. You should be thanking me."

"Thanking you?! I should kill you! My dad has an important business dinner this weekend hosted by his boss, and now I'm expected to come with my new girlfriend. Do you know how fucked I am? How the hell am I supposed to just find a studious girlfriend in three days?! I mean, look at me! Smart girls aren't exactly rushing to date slackers like me."

Soobin hadn't been expecting any of this. Obviously, he would have come up with a different lie had he known the nature of Mrs. Choi's call. "Well...fuck!"

Kicking his shoes off, Yeonjun ran a hand through his hair. If he showed up at the dinner with no girlfriend, his mom would know something was up. He needed to pull this off so she wouldn't worry about him so much. But, how could he possibly do that?

"You just need to find a fake girlfriend," Soobin suddenly remarked, snapping his fingers. "Like in the movies! Ask a girl to be your fake girlfriend to trick your mom."

Yeonjun rolled his eyes. "This isn't a movie, and those movies are stupid. They set up two good-looking people to fall in love," he pointed out.

Waving him off, Soobin said, "Well, duh, it's a movie; that's supposed to happen. This won't be as complicated because you just have to trick your mom. Find a girl, bring her to the dinner, maybe stage some photos to send your mom for a couple of weeks, and then you can tell her you guys broke up."

He made a good point. As long as his mom was buying it, it didn't matter what others knew. The commitment wouldn't be as big as in the movies, and it wouldn't interfere with his daily life.

"Where am I gonna find a girl?"

That was how the two ended up in Yeonjun's English lecture the next afternoon. It was the only class that Yeonjun had where Soobin was free to tag along. They just hoped the professor wouldn't notice.

As students filed into the classroom, both boys began to size them up. Who seemed to fit the description Soobin gave Mrs. Choi best? Putting themselves in her mindset, which girl would she choose?

"Dude," Soobin said, sitting up a bit straighter after hitting Yeonjun's chest. Looking over, Yeonjun saw Soobin was staring at you. You were dressed in a simple blouse and cute skirt. "She's perfect...but I feel like I know her from somewhere."

Yeonjun thought you looked familiar, too, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Visually, you were perfect. You were cute, first of all, but you also appeared put together. Still, your intelligence level was the most important item on their checklist.

But, it became apparent quite quickly that you were quite smart and studious. You were one of the few students in the class that bothered to answer the questions. Aside from that, you remained quiet. Yeonjun couldn't quite gauge your personality, but that didn't really matter. All he cared about were your looks and brains.

"I remember how we know her," Soobin whispered to Yeonjun as the lecture was coming to an end. Yeonjun looked at his friend with a curious expression. "She was the class president our second year, remember?"

A look of realization appeared on Yeonjun's face. That was right! They never talked to you, but they naturally knew of you since the class president played a crucial role in the classroom. "Yep, she's perfect," Yeonjun remarked. The professor ended class and left. "Come on, it's go time."

Standing up, the two boys rushed over to your seat. You noticed the sudden presence, looking up and seeing two boys towering over you. "Um, can I help you?" you asked, feeling a bit nervous.

You didn't seem to recognize them. "You're Y/N, right?" Yeonjun asked, and you nodded slowly. "I'm Yeonjun, and this is Soobin. I don't know if you remember us--."

Cutting him off, you commented, "You're the guys that caused that explosion in the Chemistry lab."

Ah, so you did remember them. "Right. Hey, in our defense, it was an accident," Soobin remarked. "Plus, no one got hurt."

That didn't change the fact that they nearly destroyed the lab room. But, that was besides the point. "So, I know you didn't come over here to reminisce on old times...we weren't even friends in high school."

Smart girl. "I need a favor," Yeonjun informed you, getting straight to the point. "To make a long story short, I need a fake girlfriend by Saturday because of this idiot, and I think you'd be perfect for tricking my mom."

You finally stood up, hoisting your bag onto your shoulder. "Me? Why would I be perfect?" you asked, surprised by his words.

"You're smart and appear put together...that's really all it takes at this point."

Wow, how flattering. "No offense, but why should I help you? From the looks of it, you're the only one benefitting from this. You're the one that needs my help, after all."

Maybe you were annoyingly smart. Still, Yeonjun found it amusing. "I think you'll find that the dinner party you'd be attending would be quite beneficial," Soobin informed you on behalf of his friend. "You'd make many great connections."

Great connections? What was this dinner party? "I'll tell you what," Yeonjun spoke up. "If you find that the dinner party is beneficial enough for you, we'll call it even. If not, I'll give you two hundred bucks."

200 bucks? For some dinner party? That seemed like a lot. "How can I trust you?" you asked.

"Well, you're the one doing me a favor, so knowing that it's all fake is kind of collateral. If I don't hold up my end of the deal, you can tell my mom it was all fake and screw me over, so I kind of have to be a man of my word no matter what."

Hm, good point. "Are you busy right now? If you're interested, we can go somewhere and work out the details," Yeonjun added.

You were free, and you were finding this intriguing. Besides, you really wanted to know more about these potential connections through the dinner party. "Ok, let's go," you said.

Soobin left for work, leaving you and Yeonjun to discuss the details at a table in the main quad. He had ever so kindly bought you a lemonade that you were happily sipping on as you opened your notebook to a blank page.

"What's that for?" Yeonjun asked, drinking an iced coffee.

"The details. I mean, I think I should know what's expected of me if we're gonna pull this off, yeah?"

You were agreeing? "Mm, I love an obedient girl." You made a face at his joke, making him laugh. "I'm kidding...kind of. Anyway, does this mean you're gonna help me?"

Nodding you grabbed a pen from your backpack. "I mean, I have nothing better to do, and I'm intrigued by this dinner party. Now, tell me what kind of girlfriend would your mom want you to bring home?"

Yeonjun thought up a list of things his mom would look for in a potential daughter-in-law. Honestly, you thought it wasn't too demanding at all...just a nice, loving, smart girl.

"Oh, do you have any nice dresses? You'll want a nice dress," Yeonjun suddenly remarked. "We can go shopping for one together before the dinner. Besides, I think it'd be good for us to spend some time together and try to learn a little bit about one another to really sell this."

Wow, a free dinner, possible connections, possible money, and a free dress? This was a pretty sweet deal. "Yeah, that sounds good," you told him. "I think that we should also come up with a list of rules."

A small groan left his mouth as he said, "No! Don't tell me you're into those stupid movies. A list of rules is never good."

You giggled at how against it he was. "I don't mean rules like 'You must kiss me on the cheek once every couple of hours.' By rules, I mean things like 'Don't leave me alone for extended periods of time' or 'Don't mention this and that around my mom.'"

"Oh," Yeonjun said, not realizing at all that that was what you meant. "Yeah, that's smart. Let's do that."

Briefly, you guys came up with a set of basic rules that definitely needed to be followed. A smile appeared on your face as you wrote something down. "What? What are you writing?" he asked. You handed him the notebook and he read aloud, "'Absolutely no romance! Hand holding and hugs only! Don't fall in love!!!' Well, that goes without saying. You wrote that just to spite me, didn't you?"

As you nodded proudly, Yeonjun chortled and shook his head. Things were definitely seeming to go well. All he could hope was that the dinner would go smoothly.

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Yeonjun was in your apartment waiting for you to finish getting ready. He was looking around at all of your things when the door opened. "Y/N! Are you--oh, hell," a girl greeted him. It was Yeji, your best friend and roommate. "You must be Yeonjun, right? Y/N told me about you."

Well, not so much about him, but rather about the deal you two had. "It's nice to meet you," Yeonjun said, feeling a bit awkward all of a sudden. It was kind of pointless getting to know one another when this was a one-time thing.

"Ok, ok," you said, rushing out of your bedroom as you haphazardly put your earrings in. "Sorry, I'm ready. Oh, Yeji, good, you're home."

A big smile appeared on Yeji's face. "Y/N! You look so pretty!" she exclaimed. You were wearing black heels and a simple yet beautiful periwinkle dress. "This dress is gorgeous."

You couldn't hide your smile or your blush, never one that did well with compliments. "Thanks...Yeonjun picked it out for me."

Turning to look at him, Yeji found Yeonjun looking away as he shyly scratched the back of his neck. "I just thought it was a nice dress," he mumbled, unsure what to say. "I gave it to her, and it ended up looking really good."

Was he trying to compliment you? Yeji couldn't tell, and it seemed to go right over your head. "I'll, um, wait in the hall," Yeonjun added before leaving the apartment. He felt uncomfortable with Yeji around. There wasn't anything bad about her, but it almost felt like he was meeting your mom, which wasn't something he was used to.

"He's handsome!" Yeji exclaimed, somewhat lightly hitting your shoulder. "You're so lucky."

You giggled, shaking your head as you adjusted the new heels. They felt uncomfortable since they were new, but you'd manage. "Why? It's one fake date," you reminded her. "I hope you enjoyed looking at him while you could...you're probably never gonna see him again. Not around here, at least."

Ugh, sad. "Well, you shouldn't keep him waiting. Have fun and be safe, ok?"

Nodding, you two hugged before you joined Yeonjun in the hall. You were surprised to learn Yeonjun could drive, but you were definitely glad since it meant you guys didn't have to take the bus; you didn't want to risk ruining the dress.

"Nervous?" Yeonjun asked as he slid into the driver seat after he let you in first.

Were you nervous? "A little bit. I want to pull this off," you remarked. "Plus, I'll be surrounded by tons of people I don't know, so that's a bit worrisome. I'm sure I'll be ok, though."

Yeonjun watched you fiddle with your fingers nervously, making him chuckle lightly. His hand rested on your hands, stopping them from their movements. "It'll be ok. Besides, you'll have me there."

His words made you relax a bit, offering him a thankful smile.

The house you two arrived at belonged to Mr. Choi's boss, and it was the most beautiful mansion you'd ever seen. "I didn't even know there were mansions in Seoul," you said as you got out of the car. You always thought there were too many buildings to have mansions.

"Well, not downtown, of course, but in the outskirts of the city like this, they're quite a few," Yeonjun explained to you as someone went to park his car.

You suddenly felt underdressed, but Yeonjun had been the one to dress you. Glancing at him, you had to remind yourself of what he was wearing: pin-striped slacks, a white button-down dress shirt, and black loafers. It was a nice outfit, but a more casual business-like outfit.

"Are you sure I'm not underdressed?"

Yeonjun glanced at you, seeing that you seemed a bit worried. "You're definitely not underdressed," he informed you. "The parents and other employees tend to be overdressed, but you'll fit in with the rest of us."

That definitely made you feel better. "Ok," you said after letting out a shaky sigh. You held your hand out to him. "Let's do this."

He smiled, taking your hand in his own before you two entered.

"Yeonjun! You're here!" Mrs. Choi called out when she spotted her son, her eyes lighting up when she saw you two holding hands. He released your hand to give his mother a hug. "And you must be Y/N. I'd be lying if I said I've heard so much about you, but I'm certainly looking forward to getting to know you."

You hadn't been expecting her to hug you, too. Yeonjun laughed at your panicked expression. "It's nice to meet you, ma'am," you said when you separated. "I apologize that we didn't tell you about our relationship sooner. Yeonjun was just nervous about us meeting...you know how guys can be."

She nodded before saying, "Oh, yes, Mr. Choi was so nervous about me meeting his parents that we were practically engaged before it happened! I'm not surprised that Yeonjun takes after him...especially since you're his first girlfriend."

His first girlfriend? That was surprising. "Mom, I'm gonna take her to meet some of the others," Yeonjun said, feeling embarrassed.

"Oh, alright, but I will be stealing her from you later to get to know her."

He hummed in understanding before once again taking your hand in his own, leading you away. "Who are the others?" you asked, beginning to get used to the way his hand felt holding yours. It wasn't a stronghold, but it was a secure one.

Taking you up the stairs, he said, "There are other children of employees here. Most of them are younger and suck, but the boss's son Beomgyu is cool."

"Wait, you still haven't told me what company your father works for."

Glancing back at you, a smirk appeared on Yeonjun's face. It made your heart flutter slightly. "He works for SJ Group."

That made you nearly choke on your own spit. SJ Group was one of the biggest conglomerates in Seoul! No wonder Soobin said you could make great connections at the party. "I'm at a dinner party for SJ Group?!" you cried out in a hushed tone so no one else would hear you. He nodded, finding your reaction amusing. "How could you not tell me! This is a huge deal, Yeonjun! I haven't even had time to mentally prepare. Do you know how many questions I could have prepared?"

Reaching out, Yeonjun booped your nose. It made you stop talking, totally shocked by the action. "Calm down, nerd," he told you, making you scowl. "It'll be fine. Just getting on their radar is good. Plus, they'll remember you since you're here as my girlfriend."

Well, that was a start at least. Knocking at one of the doors, Yeonjun stuck his head in, finding Beomgyu on the couch in his room playing video games. "Hey, you're here!" Beomgyu exclaimed, happy to see his friend. "Right on time, too; I was starting to get really bored."

Just like Yeonjun, Beomgyu didn't care for work parties or the other children. "Oh," Beomgyu added when you followed Yeonjun into the room. "Who's this?"

"This is Y/N, my girlfriend," Yeonjun informed him.

Oh, he wasn't in on the plan? Beomgyu suddenly burst into a fit of laughter. "This is your girlfriend? Yeah, right! Come on, dude, really, who is she?"

It made you feel insecure. Were you not good enough for Yeonjun? He was quite handsome, but you didn't think you looked that bad in comparison. "I fucking hate you. She's my fake girlfriend to trick my mom...it's a long story."

"I'm, um, going to use the restroom," you said, turning and leaving before either boy could say anything. You didn't even know where the bathroom was, but you didn't care. At least you'd have time alone to search for it.

Yeonjun hit Beomgyu's arm. "Dude, you probably hurt her feelings!" he exclaimed.

That made Beomgyu's eyes widen. "I didn't mean to! I just meant that there's no way a guy like you could land a girl like her," he explained to his friend. "Just based on appearance, you guys are opposite. She's all light and precious, and you're dark and gloomy. Plus, she's too hot for you."

Rolling his eyes, Yeonjun commented, "I could totally land a girl like Y/N...she's just not my type."

But, Beomgyu made a good point. You were far more put together than he was. Plus, his jet black hair, tattoos, and piercings made him seem emo to many people. Sure, he was a troublemaker in the past, but he wasn't like that anymore. He skipped classes and partied a lot, but he wasn't causing trouble. Still, just from the few hours he spent shopping with you, he could tell he wasn't your type, too. For some reason, that irked him.

Yeonjun sat down to play video games with Beomgyu. It wasn't until the end of their second-round that Yeonjun realized you hadn't returned. "Shit, I forgot about Y/N," he remarked, standing up.

"Wow, some boyfriend you are," Beomgyu teased, earning a glare from his friend. "Come on, let's look for her. I should make an appearance before dinner, anyway."

The two left Beomgyu's room to search for you. Thankfully, they didn't have to search for too long as you were out on the patio alone with Yeonjun's mother. She must have intercepted you.

"I guess I just worried Yeonjun would never find a girlfriend," Mrs. Choi told you, making Yeonjun's cheeks light up. Beomgyu had to stifle his laughter. "He never mentioned any girls before, and it seemed that he pushed them away. I always thought girls might be scared of his appearance or something."

She thought that? "Yeonjun was quite popular in high school. A lot of the girls in our year were into his bad boy appearance, actually. He always got the most gifts during Valentine's Day, too," you explained to Mrs. Choi. "His locker would be full of them by the end of the day, but I don't think he cares for the holiday because he always threw them out. Still, he made sure to do it when no one else was around, and I think he did it to spare their feelings."

You knew he did that? He always thought he was alone when he did. "I just think Yeonjun is a bit misunderstood. He may look intense and standoffish, but he's actually really kind and considerate. I remember one day in high school when it was raining. He had brought an umbrella to school that day, but he ended up leaving it on the desk of another student that had forgotten their own. Really, I noticed he was always doing sweet things for the others, but I don't think he ever thought much about it. I think he just saw it as something natural that he didn't need to gain anything from."

Mrs. Choi was surprised by the slight sparkle in your eyes as you spoke about her son. "I never knew about any of that. Well, I'm glad to hear he was so popular. I knew you were special the moment I laid eyes on you, Y/N, but I guess it makes sense since Yeonjun chose you out of all of those girls," she told you. It wasn't true at all, and, even if it was, he hadn't chosen you in high school, but you didn't say anything. "I'm just glad he met someone that can see the real him...someone that can see his pure heart."

Yeonjun had to recover from his shock, unable to listen to you talk about him any longer. "There you are," he spoke, going outside to interrupt. "I was starting to get worried, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised that my mom stole you."

After all, she said she would. "We were having a lovely conversation. Weren't we, Y/N?"

"Yes, I was enjoying it," you commented. You were surprised to find that you meant it, and Yeonjun was surprised that you sounded so sincere.

The four of you, including Beomgyu, went to join the main party for dinner. Surprisingly, you talked to many of the other guests, and you found that the conversations were quite interesting and enjoyable. You had expected to be alone most of the party, but the conversations just came naturally.

Time was slipping away from all of you, and you were only snapped back to reality by a loud clap of thunder. "I didn't even realize it was raining," one of the guests confessed, looking outside as it was pouring. "Was there any rain in the forecast?"

It seemed the storm was an unexpected one. With knowledge of the storm, everyone slowly but surely began to leave the party. "Yeonjun," Mr. Choi spoke, walking over to where the two of you were standing. "Your mother and I have decided the road conditions are too poor for you to be driving. We insist that you and Y/N stay the night with us. We can have someone bring your car home in the morning."

What? Staying the night? That was certainly not part of the plan. Then again, neither was the storm. You couldn't blame Yeonjun for any of it. "What? You want Y/N to stay the night?" Yeonjun asked, clearly just as flustered as you.

"Well, you don't expect her to hitchhike to Seoul or get a hotel, do you? She's your girlfriend, after all, son. Besides, your mother seems quite ecstatic about having her over."

His parents had a point; the road conditions were poor and only getting worse by the minute. The idea of driving home worried you. "I'm grateful that you'll have me, Mr. Choi," you said, unsure of what else to say. "They're right about the roads, Jun...especially at this time of night."

He was too caught off guard by the sudden nickname to argue. That was how you two ended up in his bedroom back at his parent's house. The house was huge. It wasn't as grand as Beomgyu's place, but it was still nicer than anything you were sure you'd ever be able to afford.

"I assume you two are fine sleeping in here together," Mrs. Choi said, fixing the bedspread. "I mean, you two are adults, after all. It's probably not your first time sharing a bed."

She laughed at her own words, happily teasing her son. "Mom!" Yeonjun cried out, making her laugh once more. "It's late, and I'm sure we're all tired."

It was his way of telling her to leave. Thankfully, she decided to give him a break. "Sleep well, kids," she said, gently smoothing your hair before leaving.

"Your mom is really nice," you commented.

He chortled. "Yeah, it must be nice for you when she's not saying something to embarrass you every five minutes," he pointed out, making you giggle. "I think it worked, though...she seems thoroughly convinced."

There had been times even he forgot momentarily that it was all fake. "Nice job with that nickname, by the way."

You beamed at him. "Thank you! I thought it would be a nice touch."

"Why don't you wash up first? My mom left some pajamas for you in the bathroom," he told you.

Nodding, you went to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. Yeonjun grabbed his phone to text Soobin about how everything went. As he was doing so, he saw a text from Beomgyu.

It read: I take it back...you and Y/N even fooled me tonight. You guys look cute together, and she seems really sweet. Maybe think about everything before you "dump" her.

Beomgyu was admitting he was wrong? Geez, what a crazy night. Things went well, but almost too well...it was definitely an unexpected night.

"I should text Yeji before she worries," you mumbled to yourself as you sat on one side of Yeonjun's bed after you had both washed up. "She thinks you're hot, by the way. I don't know if you were interested."

Why were you telling him that? "I'm not interested in anyone else but you, angel," he said jokingly, gently caressing your face.

Your body was on fire, feeling embarrassed by the pet name and sudden affection. Worst of all, you didn't hate it. "Stop messing around."

He chuckled, watching you get under the covers. "My mom really likes you. In fact, you were a big hit at the party. I think the other moms were jealous." Turning the lamp next to his bed on, he shut the main lights off, climbing in next to you.

"Well, I really like your mom, and I enjoyed myself tonight. I had so many interesting conversations," you told him, and he was glad you had a good time. "Speaking of which...you've never had a girlfriend?"

He forgot his mom had said that. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," he said, sighing softly.

You shook your head, turning on your side a bit to look at him. "No, I'm genuinely surprised. In high school, you were always the hottest guy in our grade...some girls made a list. I mean, I guess I never saw you with a girl, but I guess I just thought you dated."

"I don't really think being hot is a compliment. Like, obviously it is, but I feel like girls thought I was hot without knowing anything about me. They focused on my looks, so that was what they liked me for, nothing else."

That was actually sad, but he had a point...being hot wasn't some great compliment. "Well, I'm honored to be your first girlfriend, even if it is fake," you told him, making him crack a smile.

It reminded him of your conversation with his mom. "I heard you telling my mom you thought I was a good person in high school," he confessed to you. "I didn't know you were so obsessed with me."

You rolled your eyes and said, "Oh, fuck off. I was the class president, so I paid close attention to everyone. But, I really did think you were sweet, and I still do. I don't know why you act like you're not, Choi Yeonjun, but I can see right through you."

He sat up a bit to look at you, surprised by the effect that your words had on him. This was all supposed to be fake. Things weren't supposed to go this far...Yeonjun should have dropped you off at your apartment with no intention of ever seeing you again. He wasn't supposed to find you cute, and he certainly wasn't supposed to want to kiss you.

"Let's go to bed," he said, turning to light off.

You were surprised but didn't say anything, wondering what had gotten into him all of a sudden.

All he could do was lie awake in the darkness, unable to stop the voice inside his head telling him that he should have kissed you. But, what right did he have to kiss you? After all, you were only strangers.

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skybluewritings · 2 years

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Christmas wishes part 4 fake dating au, Andrew garfield!peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of sex/death, swearing

word count: 2.9k

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"I'm just warning you now if you think my mom's loud wait until you meet the rest of my family." (Name) mentioned to Peter. "They're sweet just kind of-"

"Alot?" Peter finished.

"Yeah." She sighed.

"I'm right here." Her mom scolded.

She kissed her mom's cheek. "Sorry mom."

Her father had been busy with work leaving (Name), her mother and Peter on the three hour car ride. The 'couple' had shared Peter's earphones during the journey and she had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

"Anything else I need to know?" Peter asked, shifting from one foot to another.

"Her grandfather is an ex mob boss hell bent on revenge." Her mother joked.

"Sounds like a job for spider man don't you think pete?" (Name) pointed out giving her best friend a teasing smile.

"Yes definitely, although I'm pretty sure spider man doesn't go round beating up old people." He smirked.

"Ok quick recap before they open the door." She said. "Remember we've been together for-"

The door swung open a herd of people swarmed them, flurries of hugs and kisses were exchanged. Peter stood off to the side, looking slightly overwhelmed.

"(Name) look how much you've changed, you look beautiful." Her aunt chirped.

"Yes you're practically glowing, you're not pregnant are you?" Her other aunt gasped.

"Definitely not." (Name) chuckled.

She widened her eyes at Peter for him to come to her rescue, but he didn't move.

"Woah now, she's not pregnant." Her mom stated, she leant over to her daughter and lowered her voice. "You're not actually pregnant are you honey?"

"What do you think!" She exclaimed in a hushed tone.

"Any plans for after graduation?" Her uncle chimed in. "Like internships you've applied for?"

"Yes you should apply as soon as possible or you'll be screwed." Her older cousin said, adjusting his stupidly over priced watch.

"Everyone maybe dial it back a little." Her mother advised narrowing her eyes.

Why were they bombaring with so many questions? She had never become so stressed in such a short amount of time.

Her skin prickled. "Uh I'm still thinking about all of it."

(Name) looked over at Peter again 'help me' She mouthed at him. Her 'boyfriend' gave in and strode over throwing an arm around her shoulder.

"Everyone this is Peter my-boyfriend." The word practically wrenched from her mouth. It felt strange to say it.

"Hey everybody." He greeted raising his hand.

"Why were you standing over there, all by yourself?" Her younger cousin asked.

"I was taking everything in?" Peter replied uncertainly.

"You're weird." Her younger cousin said.

"Don't be rude." Her aunt hissed at her cousin. "Darling I can't believe you finally have a boyfriend, good for you." Her aunt praised, with a patronising undertone.

"Thank you." She replied through gritted teeth.

"How long have you been together for?" Her other aunt intereogated.

Shit, they'd been interrupted before they could discuss it.

"6 months." "8 months." They said in unison.

"It's been 6 months but it feels more like 8 months, right baby?" Peter lied.

Butterflies erupted in her stomach at him calling her baby. "Y-yeah. I mean yeah, it's been 6 months and yet I feel like I've known him forever."

"Why don't you kids come inside and meet the grandparents." Her uncle offered ushering the 'couple' inside.

The rest of the family followed alongside them. The house was enormous with polished hardwood floors and a glittering chandelier. She felt Peter's hand slip into hers as they walked side by side. She hoped he couldn't feel her sudden quickening pulse.

They eventually came to a spacious conservatory that overlooked the beach. It was a little embarrassing bringing Peter here, she hoped it didn't seem like she was showing off.

"Mom, dad, look my little girl's only gone and brought a man home." Her mother teased.

"You're hardly a man." (Name) quietly snickered earning a glare from Peter.

An elderly man and woman delightedly moved from their arm chairs to welcome them. (Name) gave Peter's hand a warm squeeze.

"What a pleasure to meet you my dear boy." Her grandfather said, clapping Peter on the shoulder.

"Nice to meet you sir." Peter beamed.

"Dear look at what excellent bone structure he has." Her grandfather said to his wife.

"Why yes indeed!" Her grandmother exclaimed pinching Peter's cheek." These two are going to have such beautiful babies."

Peter looked visibly confused.

"Grandma stop it please." (Name) pleaded.

"Sorry but it's the truth." Her grandmother confessed.

This time Peter squeezed her hand. "I don't think we'll be having children anytime soon."

He nervously laughed.

"And too right, enjoy being young first." Her grandfather told them.

"Let me show you two kids to your room." Her grandmother motioned for them to follow. "No funny business when your up there alone." She said with a wink. Not even the icy december air could cool (Name)'s burning face.

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She collapsed onto the silk bedspread. "Finally we're alone."

"Until your grandparents holiday party this evening."

"Yay I can't wait to be reintroduced to people I haven't seen since I was five!" She said with mock enthusiasm.

He laughed, falling onto the bed next to her.

"I'm sorry if that was too much for you." She admitted. "You don't have to stay the full weekend if you get uncomfortable."

He shook his head. "Nah, I'm all good don't worry. Besides, I think this could be interesting, like some kind of warped social experiment."

"Hate to break it to you but there's not any pay for it."

"But we're in the hamptons you can surely afford to give me a little something?" He mused.

"I could offer you a kiss. Wanna make out?" She joked, giggling when Peter wrinkled his nose. Was she really joking though?

"Everytime I think I've forgotten about that you always find a way to remind me." He groaned.

"Cause it's funny." She smirked.

"Not when your the one whose idea it first was." He dryly told her.

She stuck her tongue out at him. "Well what do you define as funny then?"

"That time where you tried using my skate board and fell flat on your face." He snorted.

She crossed her arms. "It looked easy when you did it, it's not my fault I don't have super powers."

"It doesn't take super powers to ride a skateboard, you just suck at it."

"Shut up." She said lightly smacking his chest.

"No." He grinned.

"I hate you."

"No you don't, you love me really don't you?"

"No." She grinned. Oh if only he knew just how close to the truth he was.

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(Name) could remember the exact moment she realised she had fallen in love with Peter Parker.

One year ago.......

She had come to terms that she was very much into Peter, whilst he was very much not into her. She had decided to smother the flames of her burgeoning feelings by forcing herself to have feelings for someone else. Because that was definitely healthy!

She had met Tyler at the party Peter and her had gone to when he'd visited. He had been unsuccessfully flirting with her by the drinks counter. She'd only been half-listening to him, choosing to instead eye Peter and the girl he was talking to.

She had reluctantly given Tyler her snapchat at the party and one day decided to pop up to one of his stories. If she was being honest she craved attention from someone who actually wanted her. It's not that there was anything wrong with Tyler. He was nice enough, smart enough, good looking enough. He just wasn't Peter. She was sickened with guilt when she would sometimes imagine it was Peter's hands on her body and not Tyler's.

Tyler and her were exclusive however not official. Tyler was clearly ready to take the next step, she wasn't. She knew exactly what was holding her back.

It was christmas break of her junior year in college. Since Tyler and her were sort of a couple and Tyler's home was coincidentally also in New York, she thought it would be fun to have lunch with both him and Peter.

"It's been twenty-five minutes, where is he?" Tyler sighed checking his phone for the millionth time.

Like usual Peter was ridiculously late, she wouldn't find out for another four months it was because he was Spiderman. The way she would find out would not be so pretty.

"It's Peter, he's always late." She shrugged.

"Well atleast it gives me more time alone with my pretty girl." Tyler simpered grabbing her hand.

"Haha Yeah." She agreed forcing a smile, constantly gazing over at the entrance of the cafe.

Tyler looked directly into her eyes. "I've actually been meaning to ask you something." Fuck, she knew what he was gonna ask. "Will you be my-"

"Peter!" She exclaimed as he thankfully appeared at their table.

"Hey guys." Peter warmly greeted.

He pulled (Name) into a hug, wrapping his arms around her waist. She burrowed her face into his chest, inhaling his intoxicating cologne. God why did he have to smell so good?!

Tyler cleared his throat. "Uh hello?" He asked.

"Oh sorry." She chuckled moving apart from her best friend. "Tyler this Peter my best friend, Peter this is Tyler my..." She desperately searched for the word. "friend."

"Considering we've seen eachother naked I think we're more than friends." Tyler smirked.

"Don't say that!" She stammered.

Peter gave Tyler a strange look as he sat down at the table.

"It's nice to meet you man, I've heard so much about you from (Name). She told me that you do photography, that must be alot of fun. I used to take photos back in highschool." He explained.

"Well I'm actually studying it so." Tyler stated focusing on the menu.

Peter furrowed his brows. " I wasn't trying to compete with you, I was just trying to start a conversation."

"What conversation can we have about photography? I'm experiencing it on a professionally academic level whilst you probably took amateur photos of the school marching band." Tyler scoffed.

Peter glanced at (Name). "Peter's had photos of spiderman published in the daily bugle." She told him pressing her lips in a firm line.

She was starting to see what a bad idea this had been. Tyler wasn't usually jealous but he always acted cold whenever she mentioned her best friend. If she ever wanted to get over Peter she had to make it work with Tyler. Which also meant making it work between Tyler and Peter.

"Ah cool." Tyler responded, clearly not giving a shit. "Tell me Peter where do you go to college?"

"I'm at NYU."

"Hmmm, what made you stay in New York? Couldn't afford to leave."

"Tyler-" She gawked. "NYU is one of the top schools in the US."

"I happen to love New York although I can't say the same for some of the people." Peter wryly commented. She bit the inside of her mouth to stop herseld from bursting out laughing.

She scanned her menu, the sides were creased from how hard she'd been grasping them. "Ooo the ceaser salad here looks delicious." She pointed out.

"You should get the greek salad instead, trust me you'll love it." Tyler said.

She fought the urge to roll her eyes. "I'm good with the ceaser but thanks for the suggestion." She nodded at him. "What are you feeling Pete?"

Peter hummed in contemplation. "I'm leaning towards the calzone, it looks pretty damn good."

"Nowhere near as good as the ones May makes."

"Nothing beats them, except for the bagels from that deli on 23rd street."

"Ok agreed those bagels are like a food orgasm." She joked.

The waitress approached their table. "Hiya what would you folks like to eat today?" She cheerfully asked.

"Can I please get the calzone?" Peter asked.

"I'll have the greek salad." Tyler demanded.

(Name) smiled at the waitress. "And I'll have the ceaser salad, thank you."

"Actually she'll have the greek salad." Tyler informed the waitress.

"I don't want that though Tyler..."

"Come on babe you'll like it I promise." He said throwing an arm around the back of her chair.

"I think she knows what she wants." Peter replied an edge to his tone.

Tyler jut out his chin. "Maybe she wants to try something new."

"She's said three times she wants the ceaser salad, so let her have the ceaser salad."

"Like I said maybe she wants to try something new."

"Like I said, she's an adult and knows what she wants, so you should just let her order." Peter argued.

"I'll just put through the calzone, the ceaser salad and the greek salad." The waitress informed them before scurrying away as fast as she could.

"Fucking great." Tyler muttered.

"It's ok I can always try it some other time." She assured Tyler hating herself for not punching the living day lights out of him.

The conversation that followed was awkward small talk, the whole outing was like being in a slowly sinking ship. Hell a sinking ship would probably be alot nicer. Eventually the food came, giving her something to atleast try and distract herself from Tyler's smug face.

"What plans do you guys have for christmas?" She asked the table.

"I'm obviously going to bermuda with my parents." Tyler bragged.

Peter sliced into his calzone. "I'm just hanging out with my aunt."

Tyler narrowed his eyes. "Just your aunt..."

She jumped in. "That sounds nice, I'm gonna be at my aunt's with my mum's side of the family."

She didn't want him to have to explain his entire family trauma in front of someone like Tyler. Tyler could be kind when he wanted to but she doubted his sympathy would extend to Peter.

"What about your parents?" Tyler asked.

"They're dead." Peter stiffly admitted.

"Oh sorry." Tyler leant forward. "How did they die?"

Why she had ever dated this man?

"Tyler can you please stop." She begged.

"It's ok (Name)." Peter said the corner of his lip tugging upwards. "They died in a plane crash when I was 9."

"Shit really? That's heavy stuff." Tyler puffed out, (Name)'s grip tightened on her cutlery.

"Yup, my parents dying is certainly heavy stuff."

"Did they ever find the bodies?"

"No."

"Do you think their bodies were like eaten by like fishes or something if the plane crashed into the sea." Tyler wondered, a look of gruesome curiosity on his face.

He was only saying all of this to get a reaction from Peter.

Peter gave an exasperated sigh. "How should I know?"

"You're boring." Tyler grunted taking a bite of his food.

Peter grit his teeth. "Back in a second I'm going to the bathroom." He told them, slamming down his napkin on the table.

Once Peter was out of earshot Tyler leant over to her and spoke to her in a hushed tone. "There's no way his parents actually died in a plane crash right it's gotta be bullsh-"

Her cutlery dropped onto the plate, clanking loudly. "Tyler that's enough, would you for once please shut up." She snapped, several customers turning their heads to look over at her.

Tyler let out a humourless laugh. "I see what this is."

"What, what is?!"

"You're in love with him."

"I-I'm not." She defended, her wavering tone betraying her.

"Yes you fucking are." He seethed. "The way you defended him, the way you looked at him, the way you talked to him. It's so obvious that everyone can see it except him."

"He's my best-friend." She hissed.

"You don't hug a best-friend like you hugged him."

Tyler was right and there was no point trying to hide it anyway.

"You're right." She whispered. "I have feelings for him."

"Were you just using me to get over him?"

"I don't want to say."

"Tell me."

"I'll hurt you if I tell you."

"Please just tell me." Tyler demanded his voice cracking. " Please."

She bowed her head, lowering her gaze to the table. "Yes. I used you to get over my feelings for Peter."

"You finally admitted it." Tyler whimpered. "I always kind of knew I just never wanted to believe it."

She cautiously looked up, Tyler was already getting to his feet, tears slipping down his cheeks.

"I'm so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you." She apologised her bottom lip quivering.

"I hope he realises how you feel some day." He croaked.

Peter came back from the bathroom as Tyler left. "Where's Tyler going?" Peter questioned not seeming sad at all to see the man go.

"We just uh broke up." She confessed.

"Oh god it wasn't my fault was it?" Peter fretted as he sat back down.

If only he knew the truth. "No, not at all." She swallowed. "We realised we wanted different things."

"I'm sorry to hear that, are you feeling ok?"

"Funnily enough I think I'll be fine."

"Do you want to talk about it still?" He offered.

She shook her head. "I'd rather not right now. Can we save it for later?"

"Yeah of course." Peter agreed. "Wanna order ice-cream?"

"Yes please." She breathily laughed. Peter had such a way of taking all the bad energy out of a room.

He squinted at her. "Hold up, you've got some ceaser dressing on your face." He noticed, wiping at the corner of her lips with a napkin.

And that was the exact moment she realised she was in love with Peter Parker. Tyler had been right.

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marsbutterfly · 2 years

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i have no clue if you’ve ever written that Yelena drugdealer(?) au? or maybe you have but, OMG i love it, love the idea😮‍💨😮‍💨

Drug Dealer! Yelena

Warnings: nsfw, fem!Reader, fingering, drug use, drug dealing, blood, stitches, guns, parental neglect, pls don't do drugs.

a/n: I have never done cocaine in my life, this is purely based on shit I've seen in movies. Also, this was fun to write, thank you for requesting <3

It wasn't unusual for you to wait for Yelena until late hours of the night. She would always come home with a different excuse, saying she was trapped at work or that she got distracted talking to Zeke about "important company business".

The truth is that you have never once gathered up the courage to directly ask her if she's a drug dealer but that much is very clear to you.

Why, you may ask? Well, your suspicions first started on your very first date. Yelena is quite young and yet she took you to the fanciest restaurant in the city, making sure to order the most expensive dishes and wine and proceeding to pay for the entire meal.

Another red flag would be all the times you've had to clean blood off of her clothes or the amount of secret rooms filled to the brim with brown bags that she doesn't allow you to go anywhere near.

She would provide you with anything you needed (and wanted) to survive, never once complaining of the price.

It is a known rule that you do not speak of it. The only times you have ever heard her speaking about her job are the ones you accidently caught her on the phone with other members.

From the outside, you can hear as her keys jingle when they come in contact with their designated spot on the door.

"You are late. Again." You say, arms crossed as you look at her. Finally, you realize the bruises on Yelena's face and worry begins to cloud your mind and, before you can notice, her body is colliding against yours as you drag her towards the couch. "What the fuck happened?"

"I had to fix something because fucking Floch screwed up." She says, pointing towards the mini-fridge in the living room. Immediately, you rush towards the object, grabbing all the medicines necessary to patch her up.

In the time you have been dating Yelena, you have taken so many first aid courses you can barely keep count. And the amount of times you've had to be the one to patch her up? Innumerous.

"You need stitches." You reply in an attempt to change the subject but with no success, the curiosity getting the best out of you. Quickly and yet somewhat gently, you apply the anesthetic to the area where the stitches would be applied. "What did Floch do?"

Yelena doesn't respond. Instead, she removes her loose shirt revealing a white tank top stained with blood. In that moment, you decide to set your foot down.

"Yelena, when are you going to tell me that you sell drugs?" You ask, bluntly while looking directly into her eyes. A needle in your hand as you begin to patch up the laceration on her shoulder.

Her eyes widen for a second and her mouth hangs open though no words come out. Finally, she looks down at her shoe and a smile creeps onto her lips.

"I was wondering when you would ask me that." She says, flinching in agony while her eyes now rest on the needle and threat. "I've been doing this since I was 16. I had to make ends meet somehow."

"What about your parents?" You ask, fully focused on your motions, though you realize you have never once heard her talk about them.

"My dad ditched before I was born and my mom abandoned me when I was 3." She responds, not much emotion in her voice. "When I was 16, I was staying at this awful family's house and so I asked Onyankopon if he had any way of helping me escape. He didn't want me to be a part of this world but at the time there wasn't much he could do to stop me."

You listen to her story in silence, carefully watching your every reaction in the hopes of being respectful towards her past. Once she's done, you realize you have finished stitching up the laceration on her arm and reach for the gaze.

"Sounds like life didn't give you many choices." You say and she nods.

"You could say that." Yelena responds when suddenly an unfamiliar look takes over her features, something you had never seen her express before: fear. "You won't leave me now that you know I'm a drug dealer right?"

Immediately, you shake your head. "Never."

Your arm wraps around her face while using a hand to tenderly brush the skin on her cheeks. Yelena nuzzles herself in the crook of your neck, smelling the perfume you applied earlier in the day.

"So what did Floch do?" You ask one more time in the hopes of changing the subject.

"Oh he sold someone twice as much cocaine for half the price because he can't fucking count for shit." She exclaims, reaching for her back pocket and taking out a small bag the same white powder she was talking about.

Yelena dumps out the contents on the brown table before you. She proceeds to reach for her back pocket and pull out a washed out card, white at the lower edges.

She forms little straight lines out of it and reaches down, holding one of her nostrils shut while the other inhales the cocaine. Once her body is erect again, she wipes away the residue on her nose and let's out a delighted sound.

"That's the good shit." She says.

"Can I try some?" You ask, sitting beside her and she smiles, preparing a line just for you.

"This is the best shit all over the city, I guarantee this will be the most delicious high of your life."

You copy her movements, feeling as Yelena's hand holds your hair up. She begins to plan kisses all over your neck while you snort the cocaine. Your nostril burns from the contact and a few tears form in your eyes.

You feel as Yelena's hand reaches for your breast, pinching the nipple gently while she continues her assault on your neck. You immediately feel as your pussy begin to drip all over the inside of your underwear.

She proceeds to move her hand down, entering through your pants. With her middle and ring finger, she begins to rub circles on your clit and dragging tiny, dainty moans out of you.

Spreading your legs for her, you reach for her face and pull her in for a kiss. You yelp quietly against her lips when you feel her two fingers entering you with care.

She moves them gently, adoring the teasing in the process but before you can get too into it, someone knocks on the door and you can't help but let out an annoyed grunt.

"We'll continue this later, ok?" She promises and you nod, feeling as your pussy clutches down on her fingers hoping that she wouldn't move them away. She places her digits in your mouth, giving you a taste of yourself in an attempt to keep you quiet.

"Ma'am, I... I accidently did it again." Floch says through the door.

"Floch." She begins, "You better fucking run because if I catch you, I will kill you."

His footsteps echo through the hall, getting further away with each step. Yelena removes her fingers from your mouth with a popping sound. "Fuck you are so hot!" She exclaims and you smile.

"Go find him." You say, fixing your hair and she nods.

"Floch, come out come out wherever you are." She screams, pulling a gun out of the couch and rushing out of the room.

You allow yourself to lay on the surface, silently laughing at the sound of a very angry Yelena and a very scared Floch rushing after one another.

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plentyoffandoms · 3 years

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Close (Part 1)

Hook x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Warnings: Some swearing.

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Hook Masterlist ♡ Close Masterlist

Tyler - Hook ☆ William - Powerhouse Hobbs

F/Reader is Hobbs half-sister who is always coming to his matches. One day, Cody learns she is going to school for hair & makeup, so he hires her. Hook has a crush on her but doesn't think Hobbs will like him dating his sister.

Y/N'S POV:

I have been working for All Elite Wrestling for a few weeks now. I was hired to do hair and makeup for the roster and I am excited to get this opportunity.

It also helps that my brother is William, also known as Powerhouse Hobbs. I have never missed one of his matches and that made me become close with his Wrestling friends and co-workers.

So when William told me that AEW was looking to hire on a new hair and makeup artist, he said I should apply for the job.

I didn't because I am not even halfway done my schooling for it but when Cody called me himself and hired me, I knew William showed him my portfolio and my work was good enough for their company.

So now I am finishing up school and already have a job doing what I love. It is also nice that I get to spend more time with my brother William.

But that means I also get to spend more time with Tyler. Yes, that Tyler who is known as Hook.

We spend a lot of time together, even before I got hired on. I have spent many nights and evening with that man because Team Taz would always go out for dinner after a show.

Didn't matter what city or what time, we always went out to eat and drink once we became legal to drink.

Speaking of Tyler, here he comes now. I have to do his hair for tonight and usually that doesn't take long.

"You ready for me Y/N?" He asked as he walked into the room.

"Yeah, sit and we can get started."

He did as I asked and sat down. He is telling me about the birthday gift he got his Mom.

"I know she is going to love it but then again she always loves whatever you get her." I said to him.

"She also wants you to come to her birthday dinner." I stopped what I was doing and turned around to face him.

"Me? Why? I thought it was only family for the dinner."

"She just said she wants you there Y/N."

Hook's POV:

I knew this was a big risk because I am such good friends with her brother, but after having a crush on Y/N for a few years now made me realise that I should just move forward and tell her how I feel.

But I can't. I don't have the balls to do it. It doesn't help that I am certain her brother William wouldn't like her being with me and him and I are such good friends.

So when my Mom said to invite Y/N for her birthday dinner, I knew what she was up too. My Mom likes Y/N and thinks she will be good for me.

"Well if the birthday girl wants me there, then I guess I should show up huh?" Y/N said with a smile.

"I mean, it would probably be a good idea. So I will just tell you where we are going and how to dress for it."

"Just let me know so I can go shopping."

"Whatever you will wear, you will look gorgeous in Y/N."

"Thanks but I was talking about for her gift."

Oh, my bad. I could feel my face heating up at that.

"Whatever you get her she will like."

I changed the subject and we talked about her schooling. Her face just lit up as she talked about it.

"All done Tyler." She said to me as she turned the chair I was in around so I could look in the mirror.

"Thank you Y/N. Looks good." What I wanted to say was you look good Y/N, go out with me, but once again I couldn't say the words.

I have never had any problem asking anyone out before, but when it comes to her, I am at a loss for words.

Part 2

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writteninkat · 3 years

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iii - new blueberry tart

word count: 2,212

"say you love her, baby, but not like you loved me"

index

The quirk apprehension test was helpful- it gave you insights on your classmates' different quirks, their strengths and weaknesses. When Aizawa used Bakugou as an example, your jaw almost hanged at how far he could throw the ball; over seven hundred meters.

Bakugou looks at you, a smug smirk evident on his face. You couldn't help but grow irritated at the look he's sending you. As if he was inviting you to some competition.

"L/n. Since you look so upset that we're doing this apprehension test-" You look at your teacher with raised brows. You didn't mean to look upset at your teacher or the test, that look was supposed to be for Bakugou alone. "-You're up next. Get the ball up in the sky as high as you can."

You step into the square, "Should I have to just throw it? Or can I hit it with my quirk?" You ask and the teacher's eyes doesn't leave the device in his hands. "Do whatever and however you want just get the ball in the air as high as you can."

"Alright."

Light appears in your hand, catching your teacher's attention. His eyes widen as the same claymore you used in the exam appears in your hands. "So you're the claymore user the higher ups have been talking about. You scored pretty high in such a small amount of time." He says, eyes scanning over the blade of your sword.

"Yeah, I was just proving a point." You tell him, your response catching him off guard as you throw the ball up, using the blade of your sword as some kind of make-shift baseball bat, hitting it up in the sky. The action having created big circular dent on the ground as dust fly around the class.

You place your hand over your eyes, shielding them from the sun as you squinted, trying to look for the ball. You set your claymore on the ground, "How far did it go?" You ask.

"One thousand fifty eight meters." Aizawa answers, a proud smirk etched on his face. You sigh, letting go of your claymore as it disintegrates into small specks of light before completely vanishing.

You turn around and look at Bakugou who had the same proud expression on his face. You throw a thumbs down at him, expecting a snarl only to be hit back with a sinister smile, as if he'd been pumped up just now.

Someone's a good sport.

The test finishes with you in the first place, Bakugou hitting you in the arm jokingly as a 'job well done'. Before you could even feel butterflies in your stomach, you see Izuku walking back into the building.

"I'll talk to you later-" You quickly place a hand on his shoulder, running over to Izuku who's cradling his right arm. "-Izuku, wait up! I'll take you to the clinic."

As you walked away from him, you missed how the blond's look went from proud to sour within a second. Were you and Deku close? When and how?

As you began keeping your things and preparing to go back home, someone leans on the desk beside yours. You look up, raising and eyebrow at Bakugou who's looking away from you.

"Need something?" You ask, standing up and zipping your bag close. The blond clicks his tongue, looking at you with an annoyed expression. "That cafe is selling blueberry tarts today."

You smile, pressing your lips together to try and suppress your laughter, but fail. You begin laugh loudly, the blond looking at you with a weird expression on his face. "Bakugou, have you memorized their menu and schedule by heart or something?" You ask in between laughs, the blond getting angrier.

"Do you think I'd have time doing that sorta dumb shit?! I was just letting you know!" He yells, mini explosions going off in the palm of his hands. As your laughter slowly dies down, you notice him slowly walking away.

"Hey wait! I'm sorry!" You chuckle, quickly jogging to him. "I didn't mean to make fun I'm sorry!" You laugh, a wide smile on your face as you place a hand on his shoulder.

He clicks his tongue once more, looking away as he continues walking out the classroom. "Does their blueberry taste better than their strawberry?" You ask, placing both your hands behind you.

"How would I know?! It's not like I go there everyday!" You just smile in amusement at him, mind recalling back to times when you were this happy with someone other than your mom. Nothing comes to mind. The whole walk back to the cafe was silent as you rack your brain, furrowing your brows. There were no memories you could remember.

You snap out of your trance when you notice that you were walking alone now. You look to your side, and then to your other side but see no Bakugou. You turn around and see that he's standing a few feet away from you. You jog over to him, a worry evident on your face.

"What happened? Why'd you stop walking?" You ask.

"What happened to you?Why'd you stop talking?" He shoots back at you. Despite his furrowed brows, the mean glare and the scowl on his lips, his eyes held another expression. They looked so soft and curious.

"Ah- I was just wondering when was the last time I was this happy, walking with someone apart from my mother." You place a hand on your nape, looking away.

"Well? When was it?" He asks, causing you to look back at him with a questioning look. "When was what?" You ask back, deeply confused.

"When was the last time you were this happy? Other than your mom?" His question caused your smile to fall. You couldn't understand why you felt so bad knowing the fact that you don't have any memories of these kinds of simple things. You never even experienced them.

Your eyes widen at your realization. You look up at Bakugou, your wide eyes causing him to raise his brows, still waiting for your answer. "Well?" He asks.

"I... I couldn't think of anything." You smile sadly at him and his annoyed expression drops into something else- was it sadness? Pity? "I never experienced anything like this, I think." You look down at you shoes, feeling your eyes well up at the thought. All your life, you've been homeschooled. After being bullied harshly during middle school, your mother pulled you out of your private school out of pity. She didn't want her kid experiencing that type of bullshit treatment.

You then notice dark circles on the concrete ground. You blink a few times and notice that you've already been crying. You were about to look up, ready to deny it but stop when you see a pair of shoes come into view. You look up, feeling your wet tears stream down your face as you look at Bakugou from up close.

He smells good. Like a sweet, burnt caramel smell. He reminds you of the candy factory your mother's friend brought you to when you were six. It smelled so good, so warm, it smelled like when your mother was making your favorite from her recipes; her caramel cupcakes.

Bakugou smelled so much like home.

You feel something soft touch your cheek, looking down to see a black handkerchief with orange accents. "Stop crying, dumbass." His voice sounded so rough and soft at the same time, you felt utterly confused by yourself.

"Why? Cause I look ugly when I cry?" You joke, a soft smile stretching across your face. Bakugou's eyebrows furrow, "No, cause if the cashier sees your eyes all red and puffy like that she'll get worried I made you cry."

You raise a brow, taking the hanky from him. You dry your cheeks on your own, turning around to continue walking towards the cafe. You were so close that can already see the sign.

"You seem like you've befriended the people from the cafe." You look at him through a side glance, admiring how fierce yet soft he looked. His eyes always had this sharp and intimidating look in them but as you traveled your eyes down his cheeks, you could notice that there were some baby fat left in them.

"No I didn't. They befriended me." He tries his best to deny them it makes you chuckles. "So you admit you are friends with them?"

"You know what? I don't have to listen to your crap." He throws his hands up in the air in surrender as he turns around and begins walking away from the cafe. You laugh, pulling him back. "Come on! There seemes to be only three tarts left!"

You go home with a satisfied belly full of sweets, a slice of take out carrot cake in hand courtesy of Bakugou and his phone number written on a napkin pushed inside your pocket. He gave it to you sa you could 'call him if you are crying like an idiot again' but you couldn't help the butterflies in your stomach. He still gave you his phone number, so you still win today.

As you place your slice of cake in the fridge, you take out your phone and send Bakugou a quick text.

you: i'm not crying but i thought you'd want me to text you so you could have my number too

rubies: got home alright?

You bite onto your lip, smiling like an idiot. Him asking about your well-being after you tell him you got home is the lowest of the low, but still.

you: yeah, i did.

you: i'm doing my english homework in a few. need my help with it?

rubies: i should be asking you that, idiot

you: i'll take that as a yes

you: i'll call you after i wash up

rubies: whatever

You quickly scroll through your spotify, choosing your playlists before heading to your bathroom. After a long day, you definitely needed a warm, relaxing bath. You turn your water on, letting the warm feeling run down your body, relaxing your tense muscles as you run your hand through your wet hair.

By the time you finish, your phone starts ringing. Your heart drops- you weren't answering Bakugou's face time while you were still in your towel. That would be inappropriate-

You read the screen; Mom.

I'm an idiot.

You answer the call, smiling widely. "Hey mom! How's the house over there?" You ask, walking back to your room and towards your closet. "It's pretty quiet without your songs playing in the background. I miss you my baby." She coos and you feel your heart melt in your chest. "I miss you too, mommah. Tell me about your day."

As she rambles on about how tiring her day was, you put on your pajamas and quickly apply your skincare, nodding and laughing as your mom continued on about her day.

By the time you finish, your mom was still talking and it was already around eight PM. "But yeah that was pretty much how my day went. How was yours? Was the first day good? Were the kids nice?" Before you could answer, a notification banner pops up from above your screen. You read is, feeling your heart drop in excitement.

Rubie is calling you on facetime...

"Hey ma, I'll tell you about my day on another time okay? I have homework to do." You say, quickly getting off the bed and walking to your desk. "Okay? You can do your homework I'll help you out-"

"It's cool, Bakugou's calling anyway. Bye! Love you!"

"Bakugou? Who's Baku-"

You end your call quickly, answering your classmate's facetime call. You lean your phone on the wall as you take in how he looks right now- hoodie pulled up his head and a headband pulling his hair back as he writes on his notebook. He looks at his camera, eyebrows furrowing. "Took you long enough."

"Sorry, my mom was calling." You pull out your notebook from your bag and the two of you begin your homeworks, helping each other. Well, it was more like Bakugou helping you out, but you'd rather say you helped each ofher out.

You finished your homework pretty quickly and after doing so, the two of you begin talking. First your topic was about stars and galaxies, opened by you, and then it went to alternative universes, and then what would happen after death, and then this funny story about Bakugou's aunt- the two of you talked about everything and anything. Whenever you talked with the blond, it felt likr you would never run out of topics to talk about.

When the clock's long hand struck to twelve and its short hand on one, you were already asleep, phone leaning on your lamp horizontally as you slept with the camera on.

Bakugou smirks at your sleeping face, you look so soft and peaceful. "Hey, idiot. I know you're awake." He says, knowing fully well that you were asleep already. He just wanted to make sure.

"You know, you look cute when you're asleep." He says, snapping a few pictures of you, "And maybe when you're awake..." He mutters the last part before ending the call.

#bakugou fanfiction #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x y/n #mha bakugou #bakugou bios #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x you #bakugou fluff #mha fluff #bnha fluff #my hero academia fluff #boku no hero fluff #katsuki fluff

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bbyheedeungie · 3 years

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Valentine Study Date | Student!Heeseung AU

Pairings: Heeseung x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

Synopsis: Heeseung's valentine date with you doesn't go as he planned. But of course, he's not gonna let anything spoil his first valentine's day with you. No, not on his watch.

Author's note: a bit late for the occasion but I hope y'all enjoy this uwu

You really messed up. You messed up real bad. You failed your test in biology and you were scheduled for a retake on Monday. You really need to focus on studying, but you had a part time job every Saturday and Valentine's day was coming up on Sunday.

Ah, Valentine's day. The day that you and your boyfriend Heeseung had been looking forward to since it was going to be your first Valentine's together. He promised you a super cheesy romantic date that you were never ever going to forget. Being Heeseung's first girlfriend ever, he was really set on spoiling you and setting very high standards that no other guy can ever surpass anymore.

You knew how important that day is gonna be for Heeseung and how much effort he's putting into your date. That is why guilt is eating you up as you walk up to him as he was putting his books into his locker. You don't think you can bear to see his disappointed face.

"Heeseungie," You aporoached him. He stopped to look at you, his face immediately lighting up.

"Oh, Y/N! How was your day?" He asks as the corner of his lips move upwards to reveal his adorable smile that makes you want to squish his cheeks all the time. But today, you were too nervous to do so.

"It was fine," You say, staring at your shoes.

"Um hey, about sunday." You started. Heeseung just looked at you, anticipating what you had to say.

"IhaveatestonmondayandIhavetogoandstudyonsunday." You said quickly, just letting it all out. Heeseung blinked for a few times, trying to catch up on what you had just said.

"Ohh." He said simply. His reaction was unreadable, like he was thinking about something.

"Heeseung— baby, I'm so sorry. I know how much you were looking forward to Valentine's." You apologized, feeling so ashamed of yourself. He shooked his head, reaching his hand out to mess up your hair as he smiles at you warmly.

"Don't be sorry, silly. I know how important it is to pass that test. I will be cheering you on, okay?" He said, gesturing 'fighting!' with his fist.

"B-but our date—"

"Hey, we still have next year. And next next year, and many more years to come. So don't worry about it anymore." he reassured, and you feel like you want to cry and hug him for being so understanding.

"I love you so much! I'll make it up to you, I swear." You promise him. Heeseung simply chuckles, his bright smile appearing once again.

"I love you too, Y/N. So, shall I walk you home?"

Heeseung's gotta admit, he was sad that he wouldn't be able to take you out for the perfect date on Valentine's day. But then again, he immediately realized that the perfect date doesn't have to be fancy or outdoors. That is why as he cancelled the reservations he made for this fancy restaurant and refunding the movie tickets he got, he concocted a new plan.

———

Sunday night, it was 6pm and you were seated in front of your desk, taking down notes and highlighting your textbook when you got a text from Heeseung.

"Have you eaten dinner yet?" the text read.

Heeseung often scolded you when you didn't eat at the right time, whining about how you weren't taking care of yourself enough. But you couldn't lie to him though, and so you texted him back.

"No, not yet ㅋㅋ😅"

A few seconds passed and you immediately received another message from him. You can already imagine the displeased look on Heeseung's face, shaking his head and ready to scold you. That is why you were completely taken aback by his reply.

"Good. I'll be right over in 10 minutes."

You quickly stood up, tripping over your own feet on the process of rushing to your bathroom to freshen yourself up before your boyfriend arrives. You change into nicer clothes and remove your hair from it's messy bun, attempting to fix it into something that's not a bird's nest. You didn't even get a chance to apply a bit of makeup when your mom calls you from downstairs.

"Y/N! Come down here, Heeseung is here for you." She shouts. And so you jog down the stairs to greet him, a grin instantly etching onto his face as he sees you. Your heart flutters as you see the picnic basket he was holding, together with a box of chocolate truffles and a bouquet of flowers in his arm.

"Heeseungie, what is all this?" You ask in shock.

"Uhh, dinner?" He said, still smiling. He walks closer to you, offering the flowers and chocolate to you.

"Happy Valentine's day, Y/N." He says.

And so, the two of you went upstairs to your room, where he set up a romantic dinner date beside your bed, covering your bedroom rug with a picnic blanket. He even went as far as bringing led lights to scatter around the area to set the mood.

"You are so extra." You said as you hug him from behind, kneeling as he was sitting down and bringing out the food from the basket.

"Which is exactly what you deserve." He says as he removes your arms around him reluctantly and ushers you to sit with him.

"One plate of extra love and effort for you miss?" He said formally like a waiter, making you giggle.

"Did you cook those?" You asked, pertaining to all the dishes he brought. Heeseung scratches the back of his neck shyly.

"Well, I kinda asked Jay to help me." He says, making you raise your eyebrows.

"And by 'help' you mean..?" You trail off. He sighs in defeat, raising his arms in the air.

"Okay fine, he cooked and I tasted if it was alright." He admitted, making you burst into laughter.

"My compliments to the chef, then."

As you ate, you suddenly remembered about your Valentine gift to Heeseung. You've had it since last week.

"Heeseungie, I almost forgot to give you my present. Wait here." You say, rushing to your closet. His eyes simply follow you, his cheeks full of food inside.

You come back with a red box in your hands, placing it in front of Heeseung.

"Happy Valentine's day, Heeseung."

"And I thought I was good at surprises, you sneaky little girl. Thank you for this." He says as he unwrapped the ribbon and removed the top lid, revealing random stuff that you knew he likes. Ramen, lots of snacks and beverages, chocolates.

After dinner, the two of you lied down on your bed with your stomachs too full for you to even sit up straight. But Heeseung managed to roll over and stand up anyway. From the picnic basket, he pulls out his biology textbook and his notebook.

"Okay missy, time to get serious." He says, slapping your knee playfully, making you groan.

"Noooo." You whined.

"Let's just cuddle and watch movieeees." You say, making a puppy dog face at him that gets him everytime. But he shook his head, avoiding your pleading eyes because it's his greatest weakness.

"Sorry, no can do. This is part of our date, I'm tutoring you."

"It is?" you say, striggling to sit up. He helps you to do so, laughing lightly at how adorable you were.

"Yep. Now, shall we start our Valentine study date?"

#enhypen imagines #enhypen au #enhypen scenarios #enhypen #enhypen heeseung #enhypen niki #enhypen jungwon #enhypen jake #enhypen jay #enhypen sunwoo #enhypen sungwoon #enhypen fluff #lee heeseung #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop au #kpop fluff

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helly-watermelonsmellinfellon · 2 years

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Hi, I just want to tell you that I've been following your tumblr for a short time since I love your fanfiction, and let me tell you that if I could help you in any way, I would do that in a second. But, & I hope you don't take this the wrong way, since you started posting about not having enough money & your stepdad not being able to work because of his injury & everything else, I wanted to ask you If you have a job? Or if you are looking for one? (Unless there is a reason why you can't work).

Mom is disabled. I'm the one who had to clean the house and cook while step-dad and step-bro's wife went to work. The problem, is that step bro lived with us but refused to help with the rent or bills and he wasn't kicked out because of his baby. He's done the whole moving out and then moving back in thing 6 times already since he was 17. That's 8 years of this behavior, but this time he didn't have a job and had a newborn. His wife was the one working, but they weren't saving money or trying to plan. They just lived with us for free and spent everything on name brand candy.

(That tilts me btw because at least they could have saved cash by getting off brand candy at cheaper prices.)

Finally, the one time he was told he had to start helping out and stop wasting his wife's paycheck on candy, he threw a fit and hauled his family back to PA to live with her parents. BUT they made him get a job and he caved within a month and moved them somewhere else. He still has to have a job cuz they're expecting another kid now and his wife can't work as a result. Boo hoo for him.

When we got told the landlady was evicting us(illegally) I started the Ko-Fi account. Mom started the gofundme. I've been writing for people(fics and homework) on top of doing what I was already doing because, now that step-dad is unable to work, we have no real ways of making money but he can't help much around the house because he can barely move. Getting stuff in the storage unit was hell enough and he fell several times, lost his grip on things because he can't feel sensations anymore, and nearly passed out from the pain in his knee.

Living in the middle of nowhere and the nearest place you could apply for a job being 25 miles away, isn't good on a beat up van that doesn't work. My sister wanted a job for months and it took her that long to finally find a small pizza place that would hire her. Everywhere else had stiff requirement that no one could fulfill, especially when we didn't have guaranteed transportation. My sister had to shell out half her weekly paycheck just because step-dad had to drive 27 miles 4 times a day, and then more sometimes for anti-freeze.

Mom and I settled my position in the house years ago. I was like 18 or around there. I was being ragged on for having no job but also not being in college. 'Just being lazy'. And I pointed out that I was the one taking care of the house and if I didn't do anything they'd all die in filth without me.

We put it to a test. I did no housework for a week and nothing was clean. People were changing in the living room and leaving their dirty clothes everywhere. No clean clothes to wear. All garbage was left around the house instead of taken into the kitchen, so there were cans, bottles, wrappers, boxes, etc... lying everywhere. We got ants. The floors were covered in sticky red shit, the dishes were never clean and just piled up beside the sink, and finally, there was a gross black ring in the tub.

People had spent that whole time complaining about me having no job and being useless to the family. The amount of complaints about my lack of effort during that week quintupled and I was very pleased with myself at the end with all this proof around me. People more willing to wash a pot that's been in the cupboard for 3 years over washing a pot in the sink, and then adding that dirty pot to the sink/washer/dryer stack of dishes.

So mom took my side and told me that so long as I continue doing what I'm doing, since no one else will have the time or will to do it, then I can stay just fine. I get her food. I clean her room. I'm her legs because hers don't work anymore.

Maybe having a stable job would help us right now, if we factor out costs of gas in a place where it's almost $4, but with both of them incapable of functioning without me here to fetch shit for them and clean up after them, what's gonna happen? Bethy isn't here. Step-bro fucked us over. I'm it right now.

#tbh i'm unsure about the whole job thing too #i've only ever had 1 job and it was a church pianist and i was never paid #but i was expected to be at every service regardless of my health or familial concerns

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hotchscvm · 3 years

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love me, hate me - part one

Warnings: swearing, angst if you squint, mild violence

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: Who knew Ransom would get so worked up about a few stolen beers?

Or: In which he's a sucker for you but those were his favorite beers.

He didn't know why he put up with your shit. If you had been anyone else, you'd be working at a dead end job that barely covered your bills instead of walking around the mansion in your brand new Lois Vuitton purse, Jimmy Choo heels that screamed for him to fuck you, and a tight dress he wanted to tear off.

You even had the balls to call him Hugh, a name he specifically reserved for the help. When he informed you, you had rolled your pretty powdered eyes, sneering at him for being an inconsiderate asshole before asking why he wasn't calling himself Hugh due to the massive help sign that was disguised as his cashmere sweater.

Ransom didn't know if he wanted to hurt you or make you his. He preferred the latter but with the way you were pushing him, he wouldn't be surprised with himself if you somehow found yourself in the backseat of his car, tied up and awaiting for him to fuck you senseless. If you had been anyone else, he would ruin your life without hesitation.

He tried to hate you, he really did and usually, it wouldn't be hard for him to hate someone. Most of the time it barely took him a glance for him to decide to loathe the person. But as he tried harder to hate you, forget you, and ignore you, the more you wiggled your way into his every thought. Even then he couldn't hate you. It made part of him want to ditch family gatherings where he knew you would show, being Meg's best friend, and another part of him was exhilarated.

You on the other hand dreaded being dragged into another Thrombey's family gathering where it all ended in arguments and racists comments. The only people you were able to stomach were Harlan, his adorable nurse, Martha, and of course, your best friend Meg. Whenever the conversation began to look like a shouting match, the two of you would sneak away to get high with the maid, Fran.

Ransom was an asshole, a hot, smoldering asshole with enough snarky remarks that would make any sane person hang themselves. You knew he wasn't a fan of yours, which was only good news for you; you hated him, too. The expression "there's a little bit of good in everyone." applied to everyone except him, not that you weren't surprised. Truth to be told, you wouldn't put it past him to kill a family member if they pissed him off enough.

With the number of jabs you made at his expense, you were shocked he hadn't ruined your life yet. Maybe you had a death wish dangling over you, or maybe you just liked pushing him but you made it your little mission to ruin his evening since yours would be the second he stepped in the room.

Meg nudged you with her elbow, leaving a sore spot on your ribs. You gave her a dirty glare, looking up from your Instagram feed. She motioned to the large mansion ahead, the car slowing. "Okay, the plan is to get drunk, but not enough for my drunk relatives to notice and once they're having one of their dumb-ass debates, we sneak off to Fran's room and smoke a few. That sound good?"

Stretching, you nodded, tucking your phone away. "Yeah, that's fine. Remind me how I ended up spending Thanksgiving break with you, again? What did I ever do to deserve such a punishment?"

"You crushed your parent's wishes on becoming a lawyer, instead became an Instagram model, and the holidays with them are too long for you to hear how their daughter could've convicted criminals instead of posting bikini pics," Meg replied, grinning at your sarcastic pout. She stopped the car right beside her mom's. "Come on, it won't be that bad."

"That's what you said last time. Do you not remember how that little reunion ended?" you asked, opening the car door and getting out. The little gravel on the cemented driveway crunched under your new heels, making you grimace.

Meg shut her door, grabbing her purse. She waited at her side of the car and you both walked up to the door. "Actually, I don't. I'm surprised you can especially with all the weed you smoked."

Rolling your eyes, your mind wandered to the man who had killed your buzz. "Your asshole of a cousin ruined my buzz just by opening his mouth. He could be so much hotter if he never utters a single word ever again."

"Please stop talking about Ransom, it's making my lunch come back up." Meg whined, her feet trudging up the steps. Your heels clicked on the wooden porch. "Which reminds me, he kept asking if you were going to be here. Be careful, he might have a little trap to humiliate you in front of my family. If that happens, just knee him in the balls, and we can go to Cabo or something."

You made a face, cringing just thinking of Ransom asking about you, let alone imagining some kind of plan to embarrass you. "Ugh, what a dick. It's time like this that I regret not going back to my crazy family for holidays."

"You'll be fine. Hopefully. Let's go see Harlan." she opened the door, taking off the lush coat draped over her shoulders before placing it on the spacious coat closet by the entrance. She held her hand out for yours and you slid it off handing it over for her to hang up.

Martha greeted you before you could take another step, the Latina smiling at both of you. "I'm so glad both of you are here. The rest came in before you and they've been bickering since."

You both gave her knowing smiles, the loud discussion so heated you could hear it from all the way across the house. Meg sighed, snaking an arm around yours and Martha, pulling you towards Fran's quarters. "Looks like Harlan will have to wait. I'm not going in there sober."

Martha shook her head, slipping her arm out from Meg's grasp. "Sorry, I don't drink and I have to serve them before they get any rowdier. Between the three of us, I'd rather not see another fist brawl this holiday."

You let out a dry chuckle, fixing the hem of your dress. What were you thinking wearing such a tight dress to a party where Richard Drysdale would mentally undress you with his beady eyes. "We'll come with you, now won't we, Meg?"

She groaned, getting pulled by you, her feet dragging on the hard floor. "We're spending Christmas at your parents' house. You can suffer the family drama because I've had it up to here with mine."

"Oh, you big baby." you teased, following Martha to the living room with Meg in tow. You'd think with all the drama she endured from her crazy mother she'd be able to handle a little more from her crazy relatives. "Wanna mess with that racist, whiney troll?"

Meg's lips lifted into a smile. "That's why you're my best friend."

Martha took a turn towards the kitchen instead of the living room, leaving you and Meg to enter the roomful of crazies alone. Some heads turned but not enough to stop the little debate happening.

Jacob sat at the uncomfortable seat in the corner of the room, watching and tapping the screen in front of him, his eyes never tearing from the device. Linda and Donna sat side by side while their husbands had a screaming match with the other. Joni stood by the fireplace, sipping her wine, and occasionally input some random Pinterest inspirational shit. Your eyes landed on the man you thought would take his sweet time arriving.

Hugh Ransom Drysdale sat at his self-proclaimed seat, eating his Biscoff butter cookies, a smirk evident on his face as he watched you walk into the room. He tried to ignore the way his heart raced, blaming it on the cookies and his seven-month dry spell.

You broke free from Meg's arm, pouring yourself a flute full of champagne, swallowing every last drop before making your way to the plush couch, sitting beside your best friend. Your perfume whiffed in the air as you passed Ransom, making him sit up in his chair. You sat close enough for him to reach over and touch you, but he didn't.

Linda gave you the warmest smile she could muster, interrupting the men's argument to greet you. "Hello, darling. Glad you could make it. At least now there's someone in the room with half a brain."

Walt sneered at his sister before giving you a half-hearted smile. "Hey, kid. Your dad still adamant you become a lawyer?"

"Yup," you answered, pulling out your phone, seeing a bunch of notifications from said person. "Why else do you think I let Meg kidnap me, Walt? No offense, but Thanksgiving at the Thrombey's doesn't classify as peaceful or relaxing."

Ransom guffawed, earning glares from his family members. He smirked at you, biting off a piece from his cookies. "Finally, someone who speaks the truth. No wonder she's his favorite."

That subject launched another debate: deciding who was Harlan's favorite. It was no doubt, Martha was but you did come at a close second. Ransom knew, and he didn't want to miss an opportunity to watch his relatives fight. He was a dick that way. He glanced at you, seeing your phone light up as you whispered a secret to Meg. You ignored the phone call, turning over the phone.

While the rest of the family argued, you left Meg's side, getting up from the uncomfortable couch, and walked out of the room. Ransom watched you, licking his lips at the sight of sashaying, hips swaying, and heels clicking. The crotch of his pants grew uncomfortably tight.

Meg watched him watch you with narrowed eyes, suspicious by her cousin's behavior. He may be 33 but he still acted like a teen, and with her best friend pushing him, there was no telling what he'd do. "If you do anything stupid or remotely offensive to her, I'll make sure to send her your head for her next birthday. Maybe she'll have it taxidermied, and hang it up."

Ransom smirked, tossing the last of his cookie in his mouth, chewing as he looked down at his cousin. "That'll only give me a view of a lifetime. My, this college you go to doesn't seem to teach manners does it? Charming as ever, Meg."

She scowled at him, getting up in the middle of the argument. She couldn't stop whatever he was planning if she didn't know what he had in mind but she wasn't going to ruin this holiday for her best friend. Meg followed you to the kitchen, seeing you take a shot glass from Martha. "Drinking already?"

"Don't judge me. Lemme wallow in the warmth and love of the alcohol that your family isn't capable of," you replied, drinking the clear liquid, grimacing as it burned your throat. Martha handed you the chaser, her timid personality making her put a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Thanks, Martha."

Meg took the bottle of vodka, pouring herself a shot before offering it to Martha who had shaken her head. "You sure?"

She nodded, placing the bottle back in its place. "Yeah, I don't need to be drunk when serving those people. It seems like it's even worse out there than before."

"Thank Ransom. That bastard decided to start another fight just by opening his mouth," you said, sipping on a glass of water. Sniffing the room, you smelt the Thanksgiving dinner Martha had to cook by herself. You knew she had to make a special meal for Ransom since he wouldn't dare put the traditional food in his mouth. Too bad, it'd shut him up. "Why is he here, anyway? Isn't he usually the last one to get here?"

"Usually, but he came with Linda and Richard. Don't worry, you're not the only confused." Martha answered. The oven timer beeped and she opened it, taking out the pumpkin pie. She held it out. "What do you guys think?"

"Looks delicious," Meg replied, looking around the room. The sun was setting and soon you would have to face Ransom again, for dinner. "Do you need any help, Martha? We could help you set up the table or something."

"No, it's fine. I have everything taken care of," she said, nearly dropping the big turkey. Meg helped her, carrying it to the counter. Martha smiled sheepishly. "I guess I could use some help. Meg, do you mind stirring the gravy? And [Y/N], would you please place some knives at the table?"

Both you and Meg nodded, helping the poor nurse. Harlan must've let Fran have the day off or else she'd be all over this. Meg grabbed a plastic ladle from the drawers while you took a handful of knives, leaving the kitchen and walking to the dining room. The long table had been filled with plates, glasses, and napkins, the only thing missing was silverwares. Harlan would have to give Martha a raise.

You had just placed the first knife down when Ransom came in the room, leaning against the arch, arms crossed as he took you in. Watching you, he realized he might have a knife kink, only when it comes to you. You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to make some kind of remark.

When he didn't, you sighed, tossing a knife onto a clothed napkin. "Yes, you pretentious asshole?"

He chuckled, pushing himself off the wood and walking towards you. "Hello to you, too. Why exactly are you doing that? Shouldn't that Mary girl be taking care of everything?"

Oh, the urge to stab a knife in his face--it was almost too much to resist. "It's Martha and unlike you, I'm nice enough to offer help rather than be a lazy prick who no one loves. Karma's gonna bite you in the ass one day, baby."

Ransom snorts, walking up next to you, so close you could feel the heat coming off of him. "You know, my dear cousin mentioned something about some prank she thinks I'm going to pull on you. Do you know what's going on in that stoned brain of hers?"

"Ransom?" you asked, making your way around the large table, placing knives where they belonged. Gritting your teeth into a smile, you turned to him. "I mean this in the best way possible: fuck off."

He would never dare admit it, to himself even, but that hurt him a little. Not enough to break his smug exterior. "Aw, I like you, too, sweetheart. Hurts when you don't admit you do, too. Want some help on the other silverware?"

Your jaw dropped, the knife slipping through your fingers and Ransom caught it quickly. He placed the knife on the empty, designated napkin. "You're fucking with me."

"No, but I sure would like to fuck you." he grinned, the hidden objective twinkling in his eyes. You rolled your eyes, returning back to the kitchen with Ransom following. "Can't a guy help out around here?"

Ransom grabbed your hand before you could push the kitchen door open. He gently led you to the dark, almost hidden hallway beside the dining room. You snatched your hand back, your elbow grazing the wall behind you. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Spending time with my favorite person," Ransom answered, the smirk gone as he backed you to the wall behind you, leaving you no room to escape. Not that you wanted to. His eyes dropped to your lips, only to darken when yours flashed to his. "Why're you so special? Why do you keep invading my thoughts, my dreams, huh? What're you doing to me?"

That made you smile, amused he couldn't stop thinking about your body. You drag your manicured finger down his blue sweater, earning a shaky breath from him. "Glad to know you have wet dreams about me, Hugh. Hmm, what do you get off to, anyway? Degradation? BDSM? Or are you vanilla in bed? With the way you act, it makes me wonder if you even have a dick."

He growled, slamming you into the wall so hard your head made a loud thud. You'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on a bit. You did like it rough. "Your a guest here, act with respect, [Y/N]. Close that mouth before you say something you'll regret."

"Wouldn't you like it if I used my mouth for something useful?" you breathed, hands resting on his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. His eyes drifted to your lips, tongue darting out to moisten his own. "Yeah, you would."

"What that mouth do, sweetheart?"

You heard the oven timer ding and you smiled, moving your lips to his ear. "Eat."

—

His thigh brushed against yours, a hand "accidentally" landing on your bare thigh, his fingers wrapping around the leg. You flashed him a hard smile before moving your thigh away, almost kicking his wife across the table. You scooted closer to Ransom, hoping to avoid his father's uncomfortable advances. If it wasn't for Linda, you would've stabbed the knife you were holding in his hand.

Apparently, you scooted a bit too close to Ransom for him to raise an eyebrow at you, the hint of a soft grin appearing. You glared at him. "Don't."

Ransom chuckled softly, moving closer, close enough for your shoulders to touch. "Now who likes my company?"

"I do like your company... said no one ever." you snapped, keeping enough distance from Richard's wandering hands. If you could, you would've rip his fingers off, but the Thrombey's were too powerful. Ransom threw you a glance, looking between you and the gap between your chairs. You grit your teeth. "What?"

"I didn't say anything."

You pushed away from the table, frustrated with everything about your situation. Tossing your napkin on your plate, you stood up, catching everyone's eye. "Excuse me."

Meg was in the middle of eating her share of the turkey, looking up with a piece of the skin hanging from her mouth. If you hadn't felt so uncomfortable, you would've laughed. She sat up, tilting her head in question as she covered her mouth. You shook you head, assuring her you'd be fine.

Ransom's eyes followed you as you walked by Harlan, giving him a gentle peck on the cheek and a hug before walking out of the dining room. He didn't think he'd ever be jealous of his grandfather. He waited a few seconds before following you, Meg's narrowed eyes watching him as he walked with purpose—he just didn't know what that was yet.

He heard your door slam before he could take a step up the stairs, leaving him confused on what to do. Ransom knew you would reject his company, not that he would blame you. Yet, he felt a little pang in his chest that he ignored, blaming it on the salty turkey. He'd have to go to the doctor soon, check out what was going on with his heart. It might be something serious like palpitations.

Sighing, he went to the kitchen, grabbing a beer and dragged his feet back to his room, trying to forget about the effect you had on him.

It didn't work.

—

Crawling out of bed, you tiptoed down the hall, careful not make a sound as you made your way downstairs. The stairs were loud and you cringed, hoping everyone was deep asleep. Meg had passed out after smoking Fran's stash, plopping down on her bed in your shared bedroom. She reeked of weed and that hadn't help you sleep at all.

You snuck into the kitchen, the soft counter lights bright in the dark room. Walking over to the fridge, you pulled it open, seeing Ransom's alleged "best" beer right at the front. Rolling your eyes, you grab one, popping the cap off. You took a sip, agreeing with the asshole; it was great beer.

Unfortunately, he chose that right moment to have a midnight snack. The kitchen door opened and Ransom was greeted by the sight of you drinking his beer in your tight tank top and booty shorts. It was enough for him to lose it.

Angrily, he walked up to you, snatching the beer from your hand, some of it dripping on the floor. He held it up in front of you with a sneer on his face. "What the hell do you think you're doing with my beer?"

You flinched when he threw it across the room, the shards sprinkling out on the floor. If his yelling hadn't woken up anyone, that certainly would've. Rolling your eyes, you sighed, crossing your arms. "Don't you mean Harlan's beer? It's not like you bought that beer from your own pocket since you don't do shit."

"Oh, I don't do shit? Unlike you I don't depend on horny men and lesbians for likes in order to keep a roof over my head." he spits, pushing you back against the counter.

"No, you just take money from mommy and daddy." you fired back, amused by his anger. You decided then you had a death wish. Or maybe it was just hot seeing Ransom so riled up. Either way, you weren't complaining.

Ransom growled, hands gripping your waist so tightly you were sure it would leave bruises. "Shut up."

Smirking, you lean towards him, lips hovering his. "Make me."

Before he could kiss you, you shoved him away, took another beer from the fridge and walked away without giving him a second look. Ransom stared after you, gripping the kitchen counter.

This wasn't over.

part two

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