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#i don’t draw as much as i used to i’ve got a gf now and gained new hobbies 🥲it’s kinda melancholic i miss drawing tbh

dazealigner · 4 months

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also being a julien girl and being pretty girly i loveeeeeeee the idea of julien w feminine artist!gf ☺️☺️ i think a hc would be super cute talking abt clothes/makeup/hair/body language/music and overall adoration julien and her girly!gf have for each other:)))

where’s my cig i need a gf badly 😔🚬

as a fellow julien and feminine artsy girl, i had waaay too much fun brainstorming for this idea. i will say though that i didn’t really touch on the body language/music part just cause i don’t think being more feminine or masculine can truly determine those things so i didn’t know what to write for those. but here’s some headcanons i stirred up (: RPF UNDER THE CUT

jb x feminine artist!gf hcs

okay so we know that one of the many forms of art artist!gf partakes in is makeup. and i said it when i was responding to an ask, but i’ll reiterate that artist!gf puts in just as much patience and effort into her makeup as she does when she picks up a literal painting canvas

and julien doesn’t really have a lot of experience in the visual arts other than drawing, which she does do sporadically. but she does lack experience in the cosmetic department, not that it interests her a lot.

but she absolutely loves how you take your time doing your makeup. especially when you two are going out because all she needs is ten minutes MAXIMUM to get ready and then she gets to sit down on the toilet seat in your shared bathroom where you’re doing your makeup and just watch you in admiration

but she does hate when you try and leave her by herself to start getting ready HOURS before you guys even have to leave

“where’re you goin’, baby?” she asks when you get up from your spot on the couch next to her

“i’ve gotta get ready.” you reply, giggling at julien because she uses a frown and her big brown (👶🐮) eyes as an offering in hopes that you’ll stay with her a little longer

“we got a couple hours,” and now she’s scooting on the couch to reach where you’re standing before she gently grabs your hand, rubbing and kissing your knuckles, “you can give me just a couple more minutes. .?”

she inevitably ends up winning you over, and when you do leave to get ready, she just follows you

and on the days where she’s tired and she feels like staying at home and having a lazy day but you two made plans with friends prior to that day and it’s too late to back out, she’s extra clingy. once she quickly finishes getting ready, she’s walking into your shared bathroom, lazily wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her head on your back while you’re literally in the middle of doing your makeup. so now you’re incredibly stiff because you’re unable to lean forward to look into the mirror but you put up with it for her.

doing your hair is a whole other story. it can either take you thirty minutes or an hour depending on the day and what you decide to do with it (curl it, straighten it, etc)

but julien actually loves the anticipation of how you’ll wear your hair when you go out (bonus: especially if your hair’s naturally curly and you decided to wear it natural, she’s like ☹️☹️☹️, and if she’s seen baby photos of you with your natural hair, she probably just wants to tackle you lovingly and kiss all over your face)

but she just whole-heartedly loves your hair and it doesn’t matter what hair-type you have. like if your hair’s straight? she loves how it’s so soft and easy for her fingers to glide through. if your hair’s curly? she loves getting to play with the springy curls. and if it were anyone else, you’d scorn them for making your curls lose definition. but when it’s her? your perspective completely changes.

another thing is that she always has your banana clips and scrunchies in her car. so if you last minute decide that you wanna put your hair up, all you gotta do is open the glove compartment and there’s a variety for you to choose from

she’d also keep one of your scrunchies around her wrist when you guys go out in case you wore your hair down and changed your mind throughout the night. or maybe you didn’t wanna use it at that exact moment but you didn’t want the scrunchie on your wrist to ruin your outfit so she’ll wear it for you (lucy and phoebe always snap the scrunchie on her wrist to tease her)

speaking of outfits, you and julien’s fashion styles are completely different

julien’s day-to-day style consists of graphic-tees, plain colored t-shirts, skinny jeans or dickies, and a pair of converse or really any tennis shoes. your day-to-day style consists of babydoll crop tops/tees, washed low-rise jeans, and a pair of sambas.

but i think that occasionally you’d both incorporate the other’s style into your own. like when julien wore that sparkly mesh black crop top when she sung phoebe’s verse in silk chiffon, that was definitely yours. and there’ve been days where you spot a graphic tee in julien’s closet that you know you’re capable of styling in a way that’s suiting to you. and when julien sees you wearing her clothes, she 100% teases you about where you got them from knowing damn well she’s fuzzy on the inside just seeing you wear her things

random (but non-random) bonus: seeing as though she’s always with you when you’re getting ready, she’s picked up on a lot of makeup terminology and what most products do. so when you told her that setting spray makes your makeup last through EVERYTHING, she’ll leave it to herself to be the tester of that. cause is it really 100 wet kisses-proof?

#julien baker #julien baker fluff #julien baker x reader #boygenius #boygenius x reader

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raz-writes-the-thing · 3 months

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Snowed In (Good Omens One-Shot)

Aziraphale x GF/GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: It's time you came out to Aziraphale as genderfluid.

Fic type: fluff

GOMENS: @coffee-and-red-lipstick @quickslvxrr @clarina04 @motionlessindoubt @stevekempscocktails @go-bonkers-go-foolish @peytonpenguin37 @florduarte @complimentary-breadbasket @thekirbishow @jaziona92 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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The snow was usually one of your favourite things about Winter. The cold, brisk air, the soft puffy jackets and layers, and the crunch of snow underfoot as you went about your business from place to place.

One of the only things you weren’t keen on though was getting snowed in. Not unless you had company, of course. Then it was alright.

The snow had fallen quite thick last night, and because of this, you found yourself stuck in Aziraphale’s bookshop. At least until the snow started to melt and you could escape into the street again.

Not that you were all that upset about being trapped there, anyway. The Bookshop was one of your favourite safe spaces. The only thing was, well, you had something you needed to tell him.

“Goodness, don’t you just adore the snow?” He asked, coming out of the kitchenette with two mugs of cocoa. “I must say that God certainly knew what she was doing there. Who knew little white flakes could bring so much whimsy?”

You couldn’t help the affectionate tilt of your lips at that. Aziraphale always had the oddest of things to say. It was like he viewed the world through a classic Disney lens.

“So true,” you replied, eyeing the soft flakes through the window. Taking the mug of hot chocolate from him, you took a sip before placing the mug down. “So, uh, Zira? I’ve, uh, got something I wanted to tell you.”

Aziraphale tore his attention away from the window immediately, casting his full attention upon you. He sipped at his drink and encouraged you to sit down opposite him. Your fingers twisted together anxiously.

“I- I think I better stand for this, actually,” you said, unsure. Perhaps today wasn’t the best day for this, after all. There was nowhere to run if it didn’t go well. You were completely snowed in. Oh, Jesus, this was going to be a disaster.

You took a shaky breath, forcing your nerves to calm.

“Oh, right, yes, of course,” Aziraphale nodded, standing up again. He watched you quietly, waiting for you to utter whatever it was you wanted to tell him. If he was concerned at all by your anxiousness, he didn’t let on.

“I, so, oh God, uh, you know how sometimes I- fuck, let me start again,” you panicked. Aziraphale stepped forward, mug suddenly sitting on the coffee table beside his armchair even though he hadn’t moved. He took your hands into his own and softly rubbed his thumbs over the back of your hand.

“So, I’m, you know how sometimes I refer to myself as a guy, and sometimes as a girl when I’m joking around?” You asked carefully, drawing strength from his soft touch. Aziraphale nodded quietly, giving you an encouraging smile. “I’m, uh, I’m genderfluid.”

There it was, slapped out on the table like a newborn. Vulnerable, naked. Afraid. You didn’t even realise how tense you were until he let out a breath, and you copied the motion.

“Genderfluid,” Aziraphale tested the syllables on his tongue. “Gender- oh, yes, is that the one where what you identify with changes from time to time? Yes, I think I read about that in a magazine somewhere.”

You blinked, not surprised by his instant taking-to of your identity, but surprised at yourself. You were so used to bracing for disaster that it almost felt like a blow to the senses when it actually… went well.

“I- it depends on the person, but, yeah, that’s the one,” you replied barely above a whisper. Tears started to swell in your eye line, blurring the man before you. Aziraphale tutted and brushed a thumb over your cheek comfortingly.

“Now, now, my dear,” he said affectionately. “There’s no need for tears. No, no. Ah, yes, see, that’s better. A shame to hide such a handsome smile.”

A soft blush tinted your cheeks at the compliment.

“Now, I simply must know,” he said seriously, though there was always that smile in the corners of his mouth. “Are we my handsome, strapping buck today, or my stunning, beautiful doe?”

You gave your answer, and Aziraphale gave the smallest hint of a nod before reaching to put your cocoa back in your hands.

“Okay. I think given the unfortunate circumstances of our weather situation, perhaps we can reorganise the biographies today. What do you think?” Aziraphale looked warily towards the biography section in the dark corner of the shop. “I had been avoiding it as much as possible, but perhaps I should take this as a sign.”

You snorted a laugh behind your mug and gave Aziraphale’s hand a squeeze with your free one.

“Sounds like a plan, dearest.”

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daydreaming-en-pointe · 4 months

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A very Spidey Christmas - Gwen

Pairing: Gwen Stacy x fem!Reader

Word count: 644

Warnings: Use of nicknames (sweets, my love), reader keeps falling but I think that’s it?

A/N: I have never ice-skated in my life, so if anything’s incorrect please don’t hesitate to correct me! <3

MY FAVOURITE GIRL I LOVE HER SO MUCH 💗

quite short bc all my inspiration went into the oneshot of my other gf 😞 (hobie)

“I don’t get how you do this so easily,” You huffed in frustration after falling yet again on the hard surface of the ice skating rink.

“It just takes practise, sweets. You’ll get it with time.” Gwen effortlessly glided along the ice in circles around you, her skates drawing deliberate, almost perfectly symmetrical shapes.

“I’ve fallen on my ass more times than I can count today. I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m the worst out of everyone at this.”

“Well… I never said it would be easy,” She chuckled softly, pausing and reaching down to grasp your hand and help you up. “And come on, you’re definitely not the worst - look at everyone else.”

You spared a glance around for the first time, since you didn’t have to concentrate on keeping your eyes up and focused on one point.

Miles was tumbling everywhere, falling flat on his face at least three times every five minutes. Pavitr was using his yo-yo webshooters to lasso various railings on the opposite end of the rink and pull himself carefully toward them. Hobie had somehow attached the blades - sole and all - of the skates to his giant boots and was happily clomping around in his own world, lifting his feet and not even bothering to attempt skating. Honestly, it was a miracle he hadn’t tripped up and fallen yet.

Margo had dropped out at the last minute and was sitting on one of the benches off to the side, sharing a packet of skittles with (the other) Miles and scrolling on her phone.

“Coward!” You called over to her, and she just chuckled. “Just so you know, I’m filming every time you fall! I’ve already got eleven shots for the compilation I’m gonna make!”

You rolled your eyes at her and pointedly tried to turn your back but just ended up rotating slowly on the ice. “You have a point,” You admitted to Gwen, and she tilted her head as if she was considering something.

“Let’s try something new, yeah? Here,” She moved behind you, gently resting her hands on either sides of your waist. “I taught you how to glide, didn’t I? Stroking is similar, just… you extend the movements more so it’s faster, but more difficult. Try gliding, and make it longer this time. I’m right here with you; you won’t fall. Don’t worry.”

You shifted your weight onto your right leg, tentatively placing your left blade on the ice a few inches ahead of the tip of your right skate, then slid your right leg to align with your left. You repeated the motion a few more times, getting used to gliding consistently before lengthening your strides and getting bolder with your speed.

Throughout everything Gwen was right there behind you, faithfully holding onto your waist to steady you, occasionally murmuring words of encouragement whenever you faltered and cheering you on as you sped ahead so she had to rush to keep up with you.

“I’m going to let go, sweets. I think you can do it. Do you still want me to hold you?”

“I think I can do it now…” At your words, she gave a hum of approval and let go of your waist. You flew forward, managing to catch yourself and turn away before you could hit the railing. Gwen smiled fondly, watching your movements carefully.

“See, my love? You’re doing it! Next I’ll teach you how to swizzle, it’ll be easy now that you’ve learnt how to-”

Thud.

She was immediately kneeling at your side, her eyebrows scrunched together in concern. “What happened? You okay?”

Your single look must have been enough to convey the pain you were feeling in your already-sore behind, because her eyes softened and she leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll get the ice packs from Margo… how about we take a break for a little bit?”

A swizzle (from what I understand) is the hourglass thing ice skaters keep doing which looks so cool!

@vhstown @l0starl @tatumis-a @deritosmi @therealloopylupin2099 @hobiebrownismygod

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micallum · 2 years

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Candlelit Breakfast

Pairing: Arthur Leclerc x OFC!Caroline Piastri (Caz)

Based on this Ask: “saw something on tv where a guy organized a candlelight breakfast to celebrate he and his gf’s anniversary. because she works too late at night so they couldn’t celebrate during dinner and he wanted to respect the right day so he did a romantic breakfast 🥹 had to share, make this whatever u want sisbsksksk” @oscar-piastri

Ratings: Fluff, 15+ (no smut, just if you are a minor I'm awkward about it).

Word Count: 1,775.

AO3 LINK

A/N: Got this ask and wanted to write something so this is a little one shot involving my fave ship (which is ASSY) but it’s disguised as CARTHUR. I guess this is part of the FRIENDS series but it jumps ahead quite a lot from the couple of chapters I actually put out. I still hope you enjoy!

Arthur looked up and down the aisle. Pancakes or crepes? He was sure Caroline would prefer the American pancakes but he was more used to making thin crepes. He sighed and brought out his phone while still holding his shopping list in his right hand. He used his code to unlock his phone and called for backup.

“Hello?” The high-pitched voice spoke through the small device.

“Hi, Nina”, Arthur looked at his sneakers, “do you have a minute?”

Nina hummed and asked what was up before Arthur exposed his dilemma to her. “I think you can handle pancakes, Arthur. Just make sure you don’t add anything other than what the package tells you to.”

“Don’t you just add milk?”

He rushed to squeeze the phone between his shoulder and ear as he reached out to grab the first bag of flour, he turned it every possible way before his eyes found the small drawings. Eggs, milk, butter.

“Seriously, Arthur…” Nina pinched the bridge of her nose on the other end, which Arthur assumed she would be doing, as she always did so when he asked her something seemingly obvious. “Please get the fluffy kind. You make those, a couple of fried eggs, a good half kilogram of bacon – might be too much… but I’ve seen you eat! I know you will be fine. Offer her a cup of coffee and some orange juice. Once you are done eating you exchange gifts.”

Arthur began taking mental notes of this, using his full attention. He did not want to mess it up. He would not have another chance to make their first anniversary perfect.

Caroline had been dealing with one of the most hectic schedules for a few weeks already. From the moment she decided to transfer to Monaco it had been difficult. With a part-time job now, she seemed to either be at school or at work. She spent long hours working on projects at the office, coming home later than either Arthur or herself would like. And Arthur never complained, he had begun rolling on his side to hold Caroline once she was in bed, the faint sound of the bedsheets moving made him aware she had finally come home. She always did her best to keep quiet and for the most part, she did great.

Now that they reached their first year together Arthur thought he might take her out for dinner, but this was impossible. With the change of seasons around the corner, almost all of her company’s clients were in need of new promotional images. She worked with smaller businesses but it was still important and her bosses liked what she had to offer. Fresh designs, simple and effective – or so she had been told. Time off was not going to come soon.

So celebratory breakfast it was! Arthur talked to his brothers about it and they all agreed that if he wanted to make THE day special it was best to settle for what he knew he would get a chance to share with his girlfriend.

“But can you cook?” Lorenzo had asked him in a rather skeptical tone.

Charles had laughed a little too loud for Arthur’s liking, but he assured his brothers that he had actually learned a lot since he and Caroline moved in together.

“I find that hard to believe…” Charles smiled at him and then both of his older brothers shared a look, “but you should try!”

And now he was there, at the grocery store, with a kart already containing the best of the best breakfast foods. He was sure he was going to send his girlfriend off to class with a full stomach and a big smile on her face – even if those were the last two things he did.

“Okay, thanks, Nina.”

“No problem! Hey, let me know how it goes. I bet she will lose her mind.” She said excitedly.

“That’s the idea!”

After a short chat, he ended the call and found the rest of the things. He got on his bike and went back home to the small apartment they shared, he said hello to one of the neighbors and got in the elevator with the bags in his arms. He was glad he had already figured out Caroline’s present days before. Now, all that he needed to do was put the food away and set up his alarm in time to wake up a couple of hours before his girlfriend.

Caroline arrived home late as usual and without any suspicion took off her shoes, she walked past the small kitchen and into their bedroom. With a small side smile she glanced over at Arthur, he was snoring softly, arms and legs sprawled out on his half of the large king-size bed. The two had agreed to go out on Saturday to celebrate their anniversary, but she felt guilty that they would not get to enjoy much of the main day together. She could not wait to graduate and find a different job. She was ready to move on from the half time this half time that life.

She changed into her pj’s and went to the bathroom across the hallway before returning and pulling the sheets down to get into bed. As he did every night, Arthur turned and wrapped an arm around her middle, his nose buried in between her shoulder and neck. Caroline placed her arm on top of his and sighed tiredly as her muscles finally relaxed after a stressful day.

The warmth was gone. She reached out to cover herself, expecting to be met with the weight of her boyfriend keeping the covers from moving, but they were weightless and she was able to pull them up to her chin with little effort.

Her eyes opened in an instant.

“Arthur?” She mumbled.

Beginning to look around she turned on the bed to stare at the empty space next to her. It was rare. More than that… it was extremely strange for Arthur to be out of bed before her. She pushed herself up on her elbows and looked at the clock only to realize she was up almost twenty minutes before her alarm went off.

With bare feet, she made her way to the bathroom, the hallway already carried the smell of vanilla and coffee. She frowned, did Arthur have a meeting or something she did not know about? She finished her business in the bathroom quickly and approached the kitchen in silence, expecting to find her boyfriend looking at his computer in preparation for an interview or FDA meeting. Instead, she found her kitchen table decorated with a base and a couple of flowers. Two candles stood tall, already lit across from each plate.

Her mouth dropped open and it remained that way as her eyes scanned the kitchen, on the stove a couple of pans, the coffee machine was already running and the rack where they put the dishes to dry was filled with utensils one would use to prepare food. Arthur was proudly holding a jar of orange juice in his hands when she spotted him.

“I know you have time for breakfast!” He pointed out, “Good morning, Caz. Happy anniversary!”

Caroline’s mouth fell shut and she covered her face with both hands, shaking her head she felt like laughing and crying at the same time.

Stupid Arthur, always having these silly yet thoughtful gestures…

She felt stupid once Arthur was holding her against his chest, confusion, and amusement mixed in his voice, “hey, what’s happening?” his fingers pulled her hands off her face in a gentle manner as his eyes searched her features.

“I can’t believe you sometimes,” she smiled with a couple of senseless tears staining her cheeks.

Arthur wiped them with tender hands as she looked up at his expression. “Happy anniversary Arthur.”

He smiled and his cheeks were pulled so far she could see a couple of lines frame the corners of his mouth.

“I made you everything I could think of.” He pulled her by the hand and brought her to the table.

With a chivalrous gesture, he pulled the chair out for her and soon had a plate filled with all sorts of breakfast foods in front of her. He sat down across from her and they ate together, catching up on whatever had been going on the day before. They laughed between bites and shared some pieces of gossip as they usually did. Arthur took pictures of his girlfriend as she sipped on some coffee and smiled down at his phone.

“Oh, I haven’t even showered Arthur!” She complained.

He smiled and then made a fake serious face “You always look gorgeous. Here let’s take one together!”

Caroline rolled her eyes but leaned forward and they took a picture that ended up making everyone go mad once Arthur posted it on Instagram later; both of them were visibly happy, in love, and… in their pajamas. Caz’ koalas PJs – a gift from Arthur when they moved in together, and Arthur’s lack of a shirt. Messy hair and messy table between the two… it all screamed “DOMESTIC”.

Upon seeing it, Caroline wrinkled her nose and stood from the table, “not my favorite, I know we look cuter after a shower.”

Arthur nodded and pulled her into his lap as she began walking past him, she squealed but wrapped her arms around his neck, wide eyes staring back at him. He gave her a smug smile “are you suggesting something?”

She smiled up at him as her brain processed his words, she almost jumped “Oh!” Her brows shot up “No… why? Are you suggesting something?”

The Monegasque looked up at the ceiling and shrugged, the corners of his mouth going down.

She kissed the tip of his nose. “Thank you for doing all of this.”

“You have no idea of the things I would do for you, Caz.” He declared with the most serious tone in his voice. “I love you.”

Caz pushed his hair back by running her fingers through it. He only said those words once before and they seemed to have disappeared from his vocabulary for months, hearing them now was sweeter than the honey they had just poured over their pancakes.

Through a small smile, she admitted the same words back, “I love you too.”

Her hands grabbed his cheeks softly and they both reached out toward each other, kissing for a moment that felt too short for both of them. Too caught up in each other, they forgot all about exchanging gifts, sharing coffee-flavored kisses next to the candles instead.

#assy is love assy is life #ASSY TIMELINE #arthur leclerc #arthur leclerc fanfiction #arthur leclerc x ofc

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jhdyuiee · 4 months

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White Lies

༊*·˚ pairing: CEO!jaehyun x EX-gf!y/n ; ex’s to lovers

༊*·˚ warnings/tags: fluff, angst, pregnancy, second chances, kissing/making out, suggestive, drinking, cursing, possessive jaehyun, jaehyun & y/n have a child together, slow-burn

༊*·˚ wc: 19.5k +

༊*·˚ a.n: finally! after working on this for 2 months i’ve finished it :) ! i mainly blame school for this && suprisingly my own life as well… anyhow i hope you all enjoy this fic, it’s quite litterly my baby, my first born, per say? fun fact! i named this before NCT 127 song “White Lie” && felt like it was fate (?), so i kept the title, haha. thank you though && i wish you all a late, but a Happy New Year ! stay tuned for what’s next & what i have in store this year! stay safe, jiji out 🤍

If there were a moment in my life I regret, it’d be meeting him.

Jeong Jaehyun was his name. His name, once a melody to my ears, became something so unpleasant to hear.

‘Why?’ was all I could ask myself. It’d been well around 3 years since I left, since I’d broken up with him and 3 years later I’m still dealing with the hole he reptured in my heart. But slowly that hole has recovered it’s pieces; thanks to my baby boy, Chaemin. Before I broke up with him, I’d found out I was pregnant with his child- our child, but I never got the chance to tell him…

“Mommy.”

A little voice called out for me, pulling me out of my trance.

“Yes my baby.”

My sweet Chaemin looked right at me with those beautiful chocolate like-doe eyes.

“Siwoo asked if I could go over to his home tomorrow,” hesitation in his voice. “to play.”

“Of course you can! You know Chaemin, I always tell you you’re free to do whatever you want, I want nothing but happiness for you.”

His eyes smiled and his dimples popped out, how could he be so cute! He truly is my entire world, my universe. I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the doorbell ring. I walked to the door and opened it, noticing an unfamiliar figure. ‘Who is this stranger?’ Standing in front of my door was a tall figure, dressed in a suit. ‘What could he want with me?’

“Hello, are you Ms. Y/N Lee?” the man asked.

“Yes? Who’s asking?”

“Oh sorry about that, I’m Johnny, Johnny Suh and I work for J.corps.”

‘J.Corps? The cosmetics company I applied to?’

“We received your application and the CEO has reviewed it and asked if you’re available tomorrow at 10:00 a.m for an interview,” he explained.

‘Was this real? I’m not dreaming am I?’ After quitting my last job, I’d finally be able to work again.

“Oh my god, yea of course. I’ll be there.”

“Well then Ms. Lee we look forward to seeing you tomorrow,” he said as he bowed.

“Yes, thank you so much!” I bowed as well.

“Have a good day miss,” Johnny said, smiling before departing. I watched him as he walked to his car, giving me a wave.

“Wow- woah,” was all I let out as I closed the door, still utterly shocked.

✧˚ · .

Johnny entered his car, whipping out his phone from his suit pocket. He dialed a number, the person on the other line picking up on the third ring.

“You’re done? That quick?” The voice of a man on the other line. “How was it Johnny, was it really her?” The man kept pestering questions at Johnny.

“Well sir, if my eyes don’t deceive then yes sir, it was her.”

“You’re a dead man if it isn’t her. You know how long I’ve looked for her, trying to find her,” he said in a desperate voice.

“Yes, Jae I know.”

✧˚ · .

“Chaemin! Come out for dinner!” I brought the plates to the tables when I heard his little footsteps running.

“Come wash your hands first,” I told him when I noticed marker all over his little fingertips. I picked him up and headed to the kitchen sink when he washed and dried his hands.

“Mommy,” he asked, drying his hands.

“Yes, my baby, what is it?” I looked at him, putting him down.

“I made you a drawing.”

“Really!? Can you show me after we finish up our food,” I smiled at him. I placed him in his chair and sat in mine, enjoying another peaceful dinner, just the two of us.

“I’m done! Now can I show you my drawing mommy?” he asked.

“Of course, go fetch it.”

He didn’t need to asked twice, running as fast as possible to retrieve the drawing. I could hear his footsteps as he came running back. He stopped in front of me and handed me the drawing.

I froze.

“Chaemin, why are there three people?” I asked, I already knew who the third person was, but I still wanted to hear it from him.

“Ah him? That’s my daddy,” he said innocently.

I let out a soft chuckle, not taking my eyes off the drawing. “It’s a lovely drawing baby. I’m sure your daddy would’ve thought so as well.” He let out another smile, dimples appearing once again.

“Here, take it to your room, I’ll make sure to hang it up later,” I said as I handed the drawing back to him. He took it back, running back to his room. I watched as he left.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. It wasn’t like he didn’t know about his father. I never wanted him thinking he had no father or that his father had abandoned us. No, never. Instead, I told him a white lie.

“Your father is working overseas and can’t fly out every time to see us.”

Pathetic, right?

But I just wanted him to be happy, living in a world where he has two parents, not just one.

But I know that one day this white lie will have to end, the truth will be revealed.

✧˚ · .

After I’d finished cleaning up the table and dishes, I went to see Chaemin in his room.

“Ready for bed?” I asked, entering his room.

“Yes mommy,” he said, yawning.

I picked him up and headed towards the bathroom to give him a quick bath and then dressed him in his favorite dinosaur printed pj’s. He asked me to read him a bedtime story, in which I complied. He laid in bed as I read Peter Pan. By the time I finished reading and looked to see Chaemin, he was already peacefully sleeping. He looked so adorable. I pecked his nose and whispered “Goodnight my Chaemin-ie.”

I placed the book back where it belonged and headed out, making sure not to make the slightest noise.

I headed towards my room and grabbed my phone. I scrolled through it for a while, until I received a call. It was Soyoung.

Soyoung and I have known each other since elementary, we practically grew up together. She’s seen me at my lows and highs, sticking to me like a sticker. When she found out I was pregnant with his child she stuck by my side through the pregnancy. Honestly, what would I do without her?

“Hey Y/N!" Soyoung answered excitedly.

“Hey, what’s with all this energy?” I asked her, she couldn't possibly be drunk right now.

“Hehe, I just missed you,” she replied.

“It’s almost 11:00 p.m, yet you’re out here missing me?”

“Yes, how could I not, I’ve been stuck at the company all day. Anyways, how's my Chaemin-ie?” she asked.

“I just put him to sleep a while ago,” I told her.

“Awh, I wanted to talk to him,'' Soyoung said, with a hint of sadness in her voice.

“It’s too late for him to be up, besides he has a playdate tomorrow. Speaking of which, can you go with him?” I asked Soyoung.

“Huh? Yeah, sure I can, but where are you going tomorrow?” she questioned me.

“Ah, well remember the company I applied to, J Corps?”

“Yeah, the famous makeup company,” she replied.

“Well, earlier today a young man, I believe his name was Johnny, came to tell me to go to the interview tomorrow,” I explained.

“He came to your home?” Soyoung asked.

“Yeah.”

“Couldn’t they just send you a message, call you? Why’d he make his way all the way to your home to tell you something so simple?” Soyoung asked.

She had a point, I applied my information on the application, so they had access to that, so why’d he come in person to tell me something so trivial? “I don’t know, maybe they just function differently?” I just said, trying to shrug it off.

“Hmm, well then what time do you want me to pick him up?” she asked me.

“9:00, please. His playdate isn’t til 11 though, but I’ll probably still be stuck in the interview, I’ll be sure to send you the location too,” I informed her.

“Sounds good, I’ll stop by early tomorrow, get some rest, now Y/N,” she said.

“Good Night Soyoung” I wished her warmly.

Once our call had ended, I headed off, readying myself for bed. I hopped in the shower, dressed myself in my silk pajama gown, and did my skincare. It felt so peacefully, yet lonely. I tried not thinking too much, tucking myself off to bed.

Minutes passed by, my eyes were still awake. I couldn’t sleep. Was I thinking too much? Was I nervous for my interview tomorrow? Whatever it may be, it seems it’d keep me up for a while.

But as the wind blew and the night sky got darker I drifted off, finally dreaming away.

✧˚ · .

Ring. Ring. Ring.

My alarm kept ringing as it went off. I dreaded mornings and the bright sunlight that pierced through my bedroom curtains. I grabbed my phone that laid on the nightstand and checked the time, 7:00 a.m. Feeling a bit groggy, I got up from my bed and headed towards the bathroom. I showered to fully wake myself up and grabbed my best pair of professional clothes I could find. ��First impressions count,’ I reminded myself.

I grabbed a pair of stockings to top it all off and thankfully these didn’t have a hole in them already. I proceeded to do my makeup, settling for something natural and my hair, giving it slight curls. I checked myself out in the mirror, patting my skirt, feeling satisfied with how I looked. Hoping this leaves a good impression on them.

8:15 a.m. It was now time to get Chaemin ready. I let him sleep a while longer, making sure he has enough energy for his playdate.

“Chaemin, baby time to get up” I said softly, stroking his hair.

“Mmm” he said.

“You gotta wake up love, we can’t have Siwoo waiting all alone” I said trying to convince him. He lifted himself up, being half-asleep and half-awake.

“What do you want to wear today?” I asked him, getting off his bed, going to his closest.

“Um, you can pick mommy,” he said looking at me.

I grabbed him a pair of jeans and a white shirt that had some drawings on it. I dressed him up, tied his shoes on, and carried him to the bathroom. I sat him on the bathroom counter. I ran the water, gently cleaning his face and slightly wetting his hair.

“Are you more up now baby,” I teased him. He looked at me and giggled. I then carried him again, making our way to the kitchen. I’d placed him on his chair.

“Stay here, while I prepare some breakfast,” I told him. He nodded his head.

I made us a simple breakfast, scrambled eggs, some waffles (Chaemin loves waffles), and a couple of sliced fruits. I brought out our breakfast and saw that Chaemin-in the midst of me making breakfast-had grabbed his tablet. That sly little boy.

“Breakfast is served,” I tell him, placing the plates down. He gives it a look and I swear this boy already has drool running down his mouth. “Don’t just look at it baby, dig in,” I tell him.

As we finished eating the doorbell rang. I got up looking through the peephole, seeing Soyoung waiting on the other end. I opened it and was quickly embraced into a hug.

“I’ve missed you!” she yelled, leaping into my arms.

“Me too,” I said but it was inaudible as my face was squished on her.

Footsteps of little feet could be heard. “AH! CHAEMIN!!!” Soyoung practically throws me aside now, “My sweet little child.”

“AUNTIE SOO!” Chamin yelled, running towards Soyoungs open arms. I watched as they warmly embraced one another.

“Chaemin, I can’t tell who you love more, me or auntie soo?”

He lets go and answers, “Obviously you mommy!”

“Come on Y/N, we haven’t seen each other in ages!”

“I know, but someone is just so busy being loving dovey with her soon-to-be,” I roll my eyes.

“Oh come on, I didn’t know Eunhyuck was gonna surprise me with a trip to Bali and then when I returned to a pile full of work!”

“Whatever, you can catch me up later. It's almost time for me to go, Chaemin’s things are already packed in his backpack upstairs in his room. Call me if you need anything or an emergency emerges. I’ll let you know when I’m out of there.”

“Got it ma’am.” My eyes rolled at the use of the word “ma’am.”

“I’ll try to be back as soon as possible.” I go over to Chaemin who sat at Soyoung’s lap. “Be a good boy while i’m gone, I love you. Mommy will be back soon,” I kiss his cheek.

“Yes mommy, Chaemin will make sure not to cause any trouble,” he smiled.

I pat his head and head to the door, they followed behind me. “Good luck!” They wished me. I gave Soyoung a parting hug and a last kiss to Chaemin which he gave me back in return.

Thus, I was off to whatever or whoever awaited me at J.Corps. Suddenly, feeling an eerily sensation running through me.

✧˚ · .

The ride to J.Corps was not long, a 15 minute commute.

One word though: Exquisite. The building was tall and quite wide. It ran from one end of the street to the other, and was made entirely of glass, yet maintained a modern look to it. In and out went people of all kinds, yet I felt like an outsider, out of place- out of touch?

‘Get a grip Y/N.’ I made my way inside and had my breath taken away. It just got a whole lot better on the inside, it feels as though I landed the jackpot. I can’t fuck this up.

“Hello, I’m here for an interview,” I asked the front desk receptionist. She looked young, mid 20’s? But yet so young, not to mention beautiful.

“Your name?” She asked kindly.

“Y/N Lee.”

She then dialed the telephone, “Hello, sir the applicant Y/N Lee is here, should I send her up now?” “Alright I’ll let her be on her way up,” she replied and hung up. “If you walk straight and take a right you’ll find the elevators, and head on up to level 14,” she explained. “And here take this pass so security can let you through,” she handed me a lanyard pass with the words “Applicant Y/N Lee” labeled across.

“Thank you,” I said to her and bowed.

I headed in the direction of the elevators, there was a hurdle of workers waiting.

Ding.

Luckily the elevators didn’t take long and I was on my way. I pressed the 14, which was the highest level this building had.

My nerves were settling in again. I felt sick to my stomach, fingers fidgeting.

Ding.

That was my stop. I stepped out and took a deep breath. Once I opened my eyes a familiar figure was in front of me. It was that man, Johnny.

“Hey there Y/N, glad to see you again,” he greeted me. I suddenly felt at ease.

“Are you the-” “No. no, no” he quickly shut me down.

“The big man is behind those doors,” he pointed toward the space surrounded by glass walls and doors. Though you couldn’t see who was inside.

“Shall we?” he asked, guiding the way. I nodded and we proceeded down the hall.

I looked to my left and right, observing everything bit by bit. I noticed a work space close, stopping in my tracks, “Is this where you work?” I asked Johnny.

“Ah yes, I'm more or less like his right hand man.” he smiled, seemingly proud.

We continued a bit further down, until we reached the doors. Before Johnny opened the doors I could’ve sworn he gave me a sympathetic look, but it must have been my imagination, I mean what could be awaiting me behind those doors is nothing, right? As he opened them we walked further inside.

“Sir, Y/N Lee is here,” Johnny notified the man standing looking outside the window.

The man was tall, well built, he didn’t look old, in fact he looked around my age. His hair was slightly slicked back. He felt almost nostalgic.

“Hello sir, I’m Y/N Lee it’s a pleasure to me-”

As he turned around, I didn’t need to see or be told who that man was, it was Jaehyun.

Jeong Jaehyun

The same man from 3 years ago.

What was Jeong Jaehyun doing here?

Why was Jeong Jaehyun here?

How was Jeong Jaehyun here?

“It’s nice seeing you again… Y/N” Jaehyun spoke, his voice so bittersweet.

Jaehyun’s POV

After the front receptionist called me up, I sent Johnny to wait by the elevators.

Nervous, wouldn’t be the right word to describe my feelings right now.

After 3 years, three, in which I spent looking for her, trying to find out her whereabouts, she was finally coming back.

That day, it still haunts me, it’s like I'm stuck there repeating those moments over and over again.

No matter how long it’s been she’s still mine, mine to love, adore, cherish, support, protect, and die for.

When I saw she applied for my company I couldn’t believe it. I thought it was a dream, or perhaps someone impersonating her, but no it was like I was given another chance, fate perhaps. I accepted it without hesitation, though sending Johnny to go over to her home was a bit much, I still wanted to verify and confirm it was indeed her. She was going to be mine again and this time I won’t let her slip through my fingers.

When I heard her voice, the most beautiful melody, a voice that I had missed hearing every hour, every minute, everyday. But when I turned to get a look at her for the first time after 3 years, her face looked drained of color. Like she’d come face to face with her worst nightmare.

“It’s nice seeing you again… Y/N” I spoke. Her name, finally saying it to her again.

“Yo-you” she spoke softly, head to the floor, “What are you doing here” she asked.

Silence.

I signaled Johnny out the room, I knew this encounter wouldn’t be a happy one, far from it.

“What do you mean? I’m here to conduct your interview,” Jaehyun answered.

“Don’t tell me you're the-” “CEO? Yes, that would be me. Let me introduce myself, I’m Jeong Jaehyun, CEO of J.Corps,” he explained, walking over, closer.

I lifted my head. He was in front of me now. We looked at each other, burning our gazes into each other.

“So what, you wanted to mock me? Ridicule me? Humiliate me?” I yelled, holding back tears.

How could the 3 years I spent, forgetting, moving on come crumbling down in a matter of seconds.

He came closer, but I backed away, “No, Y/N I would never do that. That was never my intention, I just wanted to… to see you again. Do you know how hard it’s been for me since you left?”

Oh?

3 years ago…

Y/N version:

It was a particularly cold January day. Y/N found herself waiting in the big shared apartment complex for Jaehyun. Awaiting his arrival so that she could announce the big news…

Her pregnancy.

As of late Y/N hasn’t been feeling her best and after she missed her menstrual cycle, she put 2 and 2 together. So upon taking several pregnancy tests and a doctor visit, she indeed got the confirmation she needed. She was pregnant, 3 weeks to be exact, according to her doctor. Oh boy, was she excited, it was her dream, this child inside her was not only hers, but Jaehyun’s as well. Their child.

As every second, minute, and hour passed, Jaehyun was still not home. But, Y/N didn’t let this bother her as Jaehyun had been occupied with work, as of late, resulting in him coming home late. As she waited she watched whatever television show, a means of keeping herself awake. In the midst of this her phone pinged. A message. Her mind went immediately to Jaehyun, but that fantasy got shut down in a matter of seconds. It was her brother, Taeyong Lee.

Taeyong: Isn’t this Jaehyun?

Then proceeded to send an image. In a matter of seconds her world came crumbling down.

The image in question was of Jaehyun, no matter how much she tried denying it, it was useless because that was him. Jaehyun with some other woman. They were hugging or more like cuddling one another, seemingly enjoying each other's company.

Y/N: Yes… but who’s that besides him?

Her mind was overflowing with questions and her heart was overflowing with emotions.

Taeyong: To tell you the truth, I don’t know. I came out for some drinks with my friends and well he was here

Taeyong: At first, I wasn’t sure but it sure did seem like him

Taeyong: So I took the picture to verify with you it really was him

‘What the fuck. Does this mean all this time he was out doing supposed “work” he was partying up at some club with god knows how many women?’ was what she thought. She didn’t know what to do, what to feel. But, she tried suppressing her emotions as she remembered she was carrying a child after all. The doctor told her earlier not to put too much strain as it could be bad for the baby. Yet that didn’t stop the tears from coming out. They flowed down her face.

How could he?

Why would he?

In those moments she realized what she needed to do. It was to get out. Leave him. And so she did. She called Soyoung asking for a place to stay, explaining everything, minus the baby part as she feared she might’ve made her want to murder Jaehyun even more than she would’ve. Packing her stuff, leaving not one single trace of her behind.

Fuck this and Fuck him.

3 years ago…

Jaehyun’s version:

Lately, Jaehyun has been stuck working non-stop as he was in the midst of preparing to inherit his father’s company. He kept this a secret from Y/N, wanting to surprise her. But, this particular night ended differently from the rest. His colleagues, Mark and Jungwoo suggested going to a bar for some drinks, as a way to get Jaehyun to take a break. Jaehyun was left with no option but to oblige. So the trio went out to a local bar not far from the office. Though, it seems like Jaehyun had a little too much. Was it all the stress from working so hard? Yet, needless to say, he was drunk.

That was when another trio, some woman came in and joined them, but Jaehyun, being drunk, practically passed out, doesn’t take into account one of them bundled up against him.

In that moment was when Taeyong entered the same bar and spotted him. From Taeyong’s perspective it looked like they were all up on each other but in reality that really wasn’t the case.

After some time, the girls left the trio by themselves, finding other men to be with. Mark was somewhat sober and noted Jaehyn was asleep so he tried reaching out to Johnny to get him to come get Jaehyun.

Johnny drove Jaehyun to Johnny’s apartment complex. Getting Jaehyun out was a hassle, it was like dealing with a dead but very much alive body. He placed Jaehyun on his bed and slept on the couch.

Oh, was Jaehyun gonna get an earful when he’d awaken.

Jaehyun awoke the next morning, his head stinged, possibly from all the drinks he’d had last night. He looked around, noticing an unfamiliar setting.

‘Where am I?’ he wondered. This wasn’t the shared apartment he had with Y/N. That was when a familiar figure opened the door, Johnny.

“Finally, you’re awake! You seriously need to calm down on the drinks man,” Johnny nagged. He handed Jaehyun some medication, to help with the hangover. “Since you’re awake want some breakfast?”

“No, I’m good, I'll go eat with Y/N she must be worried. Can I at least use your shower?” Jaehyun asked.

Johnny agreed and showed him to the bathroom and lended him some of his clothes. After showering Jaehyun noticed his phone was on the floor, it must've fallen when he laid down. He opened it, but to his surprise no calls nor texts from Y/N.

‘That’s weird? Is she mad?’ Jaehyun wondered, after all he didn’t tell her he wouldn’t be home last night. So he tried calling her, no answer, he tried again, again no answer. He began panicking, imagining the worst. He rushed out of the bedroom, to Johnny.

“Can you drive me back home, I need to go NOW!”

“Sure, but what’s wrong?” Johnny tried asking.

“It’s Y/N she’s not answering my calls or my messages.”

Johnny asked nothing more and the two left the apartment. Johnny sensed a sense of urgency and desperacy from Jaehyun.

Once they arrived Jaehyun didn’t waste time, not bidding nor thanking Johnny. He ran, like his life depended on it. Jaehyun entered the door code and opened the apartment door.

It was dark, deprived of any light. It felt cold, like if the freezer had been left open. He called her name, yet again no answer.

Jaehyun was scared. Scared to even turn on the lights. Scared of what he may find. But when the lights shunned in that room, it felt as though death came to him. He searched every room for Y/N. When he reached the bedroom his clothes were scattered and Y/N’s completely gone. No note left from Y/N, nothing, not a single trace.

She was gone. Everything of and about her was gone. Her scent was gone too.

And at that moment, Jaehyun felt that he’d lost you. Forever.

3 years ago…

the following day

I’d finally awoken, last night's events playing in my head. It was a nightmare. Jaehyun had been cheating on me in the disguise of “work.” After being together for 6 years I thought nothing could stop our love, stop us, but it seems like this universe had other plans in mind. I’d gotten up from Soyoung’s bed, turning to my left where my phone laid on a night stand. I grabbed it, powering it back on.

20+ missed calls, 20+ messages all from Jaehyun.

Messages like, “Where are you?” “Y/N please tell me where are you” “I’m sorry Y/N please come back” “Answer me Y/N”

‘What the actual fuck’ I thought. Was he serious right now? After everything he did, he’s out here begging me?

I got up from bed and headed outside. I looked for Soyoung and she was nowhere to be found, only leaving behind a small post-it note with the words, “Went to work, call me if anything :)”

I was alone again, well I still had my baby with me. I stroked my stomach, remembering to eat some breakfast, for the sake of my child. While I ate I thought about how I still needed to break-up with him, end this... For my sake and for my child’s.

With courage I opened his contact. And typed

Y/N: Meet me at your apartment. I’ll be there at 2.

He immediately read it, three dots typing

Jaehyun: Do you mean our apartment?

Jaehyun: Y/N?

Jaehyun: Fine, i’ll be here waiting for you

I didn’t answer back, why should I? I’d made my intentions clear.

I got ready, using the clothes I’d brought with me and wrote Soyoung a post-it in case she came back earlier, and headed off. Facing Jaehyun wasn’t going to be easy, but I had to, I had to get out of this.

When I arrived it was like Jaehyun was waiting for me, the door opened before I could put in the code. He looked disheveled, miserable, like his life had been sucked out of him. I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. He got closer, trying to embrace me into a hug, but I backed away him down. He was shocked, he knew this wasn’t like me, in fact I loved his embraces, his warm touch, but knowing those arms touched someone else’s, embraced someone else made me disgusted. He disgusts me.

“Y- Y/N?”

I gathered up all my courage, fighting back tears, clenching my fist.

“Let’s break-up Jae.”

Those words were like Jaehyun’s second death.

“N-no, Y/N what? Why? What’s wrong, le-let’s talk it out, please” tears started spilling from his eyes, his voice shaken.

“There’s nothing to say Jae, let’s end this here and now. Please, I- I just can’t do this anymore, I don’t love you anymore,” lies, how could I not anymore? Jaehyun is all I wanted. He was the perfect boyfriend, I truly love him. After all I was to- we were to have a child together, but he would much rather warmly embrace another…

I looked into his eyes, tears overflowing from those chocolate like eyes of his. Nothing was said, it was silent until he spoke again, “Fine, if that’s how you truly feel then fine, I won’t blame you…” he hesitated for a moment before finally saying it, “let’s break up.”

At that moment, tears were threatening to fall down, but I couldn't, I wanted to stay strong for just a little while longer. I made my way to the door, wanting nothing more but to get out of here.

I took one last look, he was still standing there, lifeless. I’m sorry Jae, but I wasn’t gonna be by his side and act like nothing happened.

“Goodbye Jaehyun,” I said, coldly, with no emotion. I felt numb, my heart was ruptured into a million pieces.

There was no more us. It was over.

Back to Present

“Look, Jaehyun, how about we end this talk? What happened in the past, doesn’t matter. I’ve moved on and you should’ve too,” I told him.

“Ye-yeah, you’re right after all I called you in for an interview, not to argue about our past.” he said before continuing, “please have a seat” he gestured to the chair in front of his desk.

I sat down, taking a deep breath in before bracing myself. I’m here to get a job after, even if that means having my ex-boyfriend, aka my child’s father as my boss.

“Now Y/N you applied to be my secretary, right?” he asked.

“Yes before I knew you were to be my boss,” slight attitude in voice. Mainly because I still found the whole situation a bit annoying.

“What? Do you not want the job any more?”

“I DO!” I yelled. How else was I gonna support Chaemin, making sure he got everything he needed in life.

“Fine then, let me ask you some questions,” he said, getting more serious. He really stepped into his job as CEO.

The interview took some time, but by the end of it I felt some confidence.

“One last question” he abruptly questioned. I nodded signaling him to proceed.

“Are you truly fine with working with me? You know being my secretary means having to be by my side at all times.”

I gave it some thought, ‘Was this his way of saying I got the job?’ If so, I have to say no, maybe it’ll be a pain, but again for Chaemin’s sake I have to. As long as he doesn’t find out about Chaemin.

“Yes… It’s like I told you before Jaehyun what happened in the past happened and I've moved on.”

He studied me and my face for a while before proceeding to say, “Fine then, you're hired.”

I instantly gleamed with happiness, finally a stable job where I'd receive a stable income. No more part-time job at some restaurants or grocery stores.

“THANK YOU MR. JEONG!” I bowed, giving Jaehyun my thanks.

“You know it feels weird having you bow to me, don’t do that again unless you wanna get fired.” he joked. “You can start the day after tomorrow. I’ll tell Johnny to send you your schedule later and a set of company rules.”

“Alright, thank you once again.”

“I’ll see you the day after tomorrow then… Bye Y/N or should I say Ms. Lee,” he said, giving a slight smile. His dimples on display, the same dimples like Chaemin’s.

“You can just call me by my name, it feels weird being called Ms. Lee by you,” I say walking towards the doors.

I heard Jaehyun briefly chuckle at my remark saying, “As you wish Ms. Y/N.”

I stopped, not opening the door yet and turned around one last time. “Goodbye Mr. Jeong.”

He gave me a wave and I returned one back. Opening and closing his office doors.

As I walked back to the elevators, I heard someone call my name. The voice in question was Johnny. He came towards me stopping 3 feet from me. Bowing he said, “I’m so sorry Y/N I know you probably hate Jaehyun yet I deliberately kept his identity from you… but it’s just the guy has really been a mess since you left, I’m not saying this in the hopes of anything, but really Y/N... Jaehyun may seem like nothings bothering him, especially something that took place years ago, but it’s still an everlasting nightmare engraved in him.”

I was speechless to say the least. I thought maybe he would’ve moved on and exaggerated earlier when he said, “Do you know how hard it’s been for me since you left?”

Answering Johnny I said, “Oh, no, no it’s fine I mean it hasn’t been easy for me either, but I found a new happiness, something to live for,” I said smiling as I remembered Chaemin’s bright dimpled-smile.

The elevator finally arrived, my cue to leave. I bowed to Johnny, “Thank you though… for everything,” I said, indicating at looking after and taking care of Jaehyun all this time.

As the doors closed I saw Johnny smiling, giving me a wave goodbye.

On the elevator ride down, I thought about what had just happened, trying to process it clearly now. ‘This is my life now…’ The man who I thought I’d never see again, came back–unexpectedly--but he was back. Though, this time we were employer and employee, nothing more.

✧˚ · .

I made my way back home, I’d notified Soyoung, in which she responded, ‘Chaemin’s still playing, we probably won’t be back for a while.’

That was good to say the least, part of me wanted nothing more but to be alone right now. After my encounter with Jaehyun, flashbacks of 3 years ago replayed in my head. It felt like I was there–in that apartment complex I shared with him–telling him ‘Let’s break up.’

Seeing him everyday from now on wasn’t going to be easy, but it’s something I’ll have to deal with. I was in a daze when my phone pinged. It was an email.

To: Ms. Y/L/N

From: Johnny Suh

Subject: Work Schedule - Company Rules and Guidelines.

Hello Ms. Y/L/N,

I know you just left a while ago, but Jaehyun informed me to send you your Work Schedule and a set of Company rules and Guidelines. So I have attached two files, one for each subject. Please let me know if you have any questions or would like for your schedule to be rearranged. Thank you.

[ Y/L/N Scedule.pdf ]

[ J.Corps Rules and Guidelines.pdf ]

I skimmed through both files, my schedule was fairly decent. From 7am to 11pm, everyday. I mean I applied for secretary, I knew what I was getting into, the long hours, piles of papers to look over, countless appointments, etc.

Yeah, maybe that meant less time to see Chaemin, but he was already going to school, so he wouldn’t be that alone. At least, the pay was good too and I would even get paid on vacations and absences. Maybe Jaehyun isn’t too bad of a boss after all.

I replied to Johnny’s email after going through everything, “Everything seems fine to me. Thank you Johnny, I look forward to working with you!” And hit send.

I rested my head against the couch, feeling myself finally relax. Without realizing it I had drifted, drifted into a warm and cozy sleep.

✧˚ · .

I felt something on me, something calling me.

“-my,” It said. It shook me, “Mommy!”

I know who that something and it was now, Chaemin.

I awoke from my restful nap to my child, sitting on my lap.

“Hey, baby. You’re back from your playdate?” I asked.

“Yes, mommy! I had soooo much fun and I wanted to tell you all about it, but when I came in we saw you sleeping on the couch!”

“I’m sorry baby, mommy has had a long day.”

I tried smiling, trying to avoid being pestered with questions by Chaemin. I was in no mood to lie, I couldn’t. I don’t know if it was my half-asleep or half-woken state or my guilt that rushed over me when I had just met the one person Chaemin has been dying to see- to meet, his father.

What I didn’t expect was Chaemin to embrace me into a hug. ‘Was he trying to comfort me?’ I felt tears threatening to spill from my eyes, ‘What did I do to deserve him, he’s so precious. My Chaemin, my baby.’ We stayed like that for a while longer, until I heard quiet breaths and little snores. He’d fallen asleep, all the while embracing me, his mother.

At that moment Soyoung walked in. I had forgotten she must’ve been here too. I shushed her, signaling to her that Chaemin was asleep. She gave me an Ok.

I got up, whispering to her, “I’ll go put him in his bed, be right back.” She nodded.

I continued my way to Chaemin’s room. Opening the door and heading straight to his bed. I lifted the covers, putting him down and untying his shoes. I tucked him in–making sure he was nice and cozy–gave him a good night's kiss, and whispered to him, “Good Night.”

As I made my way to the living room, Soyoung was on the couch, two glasses of wine on the coffee table, already filled. I knew I had to tell her, tell her about my encounter with Jaehyun.

“Don’t just stand there, here have a drink,” Soyoung said in a cheerful tone, offering me a glass of wine.

I made my way to the couch, sitting down next to her and taking the glass she’d offered me. I took a sip, enjoying the sensation it brought down my throat.

“Rough day?” She asked.

I hummed.

“Didn’t get the job?”

I looked at her, “Yeah, I did… it’s just.”

“Just?”

I took another sip, hoping this wine intoxicates me to have some confidence, some courage.

“I saw him- Jaehyun I mean.”

She didn’t speak, she looked shocked, her eyes widening.

“When I walked into the supposed CEO’s office, he was there… Jaehyun is the CEO.”

“Shut up! What the fuck Y/N!”

She seemed enraged. It’s been 3 years, but she’d still gladly murder Jaehyun if she had the chance.

“I wish I was lying, wished my eyes deceived me, but it really was him. After 3 years, he appeared before me again. Though, he looked hurt, in pain.”

She let out a chuckle, “Him hurt? In pain? Are you hearing yourself Y/N? We’re talking about Jaehyun! Jaehyun, the man who cheated on you!”

“I know, but the way he would look at me, like I was still his world, like he still loved me. And the strange things he said.”

“What did he say?”

“‘I just wanted to… to see you again. ‘Do you know how hard it’s been for me since you left?’ Was what he said.”

“That ass-”

“I didn’t get it. Why now? I felt like my life was finally peaceful, like I’d never see him again, but then today happened. Then suddenly, I began reminiscing, going back to those days from 3 years ago,” I interrupted her before she could have an outburst.

Her expression softened. Soyoung was the only one who truly understood me, who stood by my side after I left him. She supported me, even accompanying me to my ultrasound appointments whenever she could. Truly one of the best, best friends anyone could ever ask for.

“Look, Y/N, I’ve always told you I’ll support you no matter what, whatever happens I’ll be here. I just hope you don’t forget what he did to you. No matter how long it’s been. It pained me seeing you like that, with no will to live.”

My face felt wet. Ah, the tears that I’d been bottling up since the morning finally streaming down my face.

Soyoung pulled me into her embrace. She rubbed my back, like I was some baby, but I didn’t move, in fact I enjoyed it. It felt warm, it felt safe. I continued sobbing, whispering, “I love you,” to Soyoung.

She whispered back, “I love you more.”

I smiled, peacefully drifting off to sleep again.

✧˚ · .

I awoke the next morning. Finding myself on the couch and Soyoung on the other side. She was still sleeping, peacefully sleeping. I got up sneaking my way back to my room. Tomorrow is the day I remembered. My first day as Jaehyun’s secretary.

I slipped into the shower, readying myself for today. Today I decided to go visit my mother with Chaemin. Crossing my fingers she’d agree to looking after Chaemin while I worked.

As I made my way back outside, Soyoung was in the kitchen, making herself some coffee.

“Good morning to you,” I said.

She looked at me yawning, “Good morning.”

Soyoung wasn’t quite a morning person, the same could be said about me too. I joined her in the kitchen–taking ingredients out–making breakfast.

“Could you go wake Chaemin up for me?” I asked her.

She didn’t need to be asked twice, scurrying off to Chaemin’s room. I began making, yet another regular breakfast. Scrambled eggs, bacon, crispy toasted bread, and a yogurt parfait (another one of Chaemin’s favorites). As I just about finished, I heard footsteps approaching. Soyoung carried a sleepy, but woken Chaemin in her arms.

“Smells, good!” she said.

“I’m just about done. What do you wanna drink, Chaemin?”

“Chocolate milk,” he mumbled.

I softly chuckled, “Alright, go sit down and I’ll bring out the food shortly.”

Soyoung left with Chaemin, seating him down at the table and walked back to the kitchen.

“I’ll help make the chocolate milk,” she said.

“Make me some too!” I said.

“Sure thing, anything else your highness,” she teased, laughing at her own statement.

I cringed. Soyoung really was something.

✧˚ · .

After we finished breakfast, Soyoung insisted on cleaning up, to which I had no choice but to agree. I took this as an opportunity to get Chaemin ready. It was already 10 a.m and we best be on our way to my mother’s.

As I got him ready Soyoung popped in. “Hey! I’m a go now,” she said.

“What? Really?”

“Yeah, besides you guys have to go see your mother.”

I’d informed them of my visit while we ate breakfast, in which Chaemin smiled so happily, he loved his grandmother.

“Alright then, I'll see you…”

“Soon, soon I promise,” she said.

“Fine by me. Bye Soyoung. Thank you for everything, literally everything,” I told her, embracing her into a warm hug. She helped me yet again yesterday. She’s like my angel sent from heaven.

“You know I’ll always be here.”

We let go of one another and she bid her goodbye to Chaemin.

“I love you Y/N, take care,” she said as she left.

“I love you too Soo.”

With Soyoung gone, I finished getting Chaemin ready, packing him any necessities in his backpack. You know, in case of emergencies. I finished and carried him, all the way to my car. I locked our home door, placed him in his carseat, and soon we were off the road to visit grandma.

✧˚ · .

My mother lived an hour away, living in the same home since I’d been born. I’m actually glad she hasn’t moved, that home holds some of my most precious memories, times when I was an innocent child, expecting life to be rainbows and sunshine.

My family was quite small, consisting of my mother, father, and older brother Taeyong. In their eyes, I was their baby. Despite our four year age gap, my brother and I got along. We were like regular siblings. My family was pretty well off too, owning and operating a restaurant in the town they live in. I truly love this family.

While on the ride there, a memory flashed in my head. The day I told them I was pregnant.

3 years ago…

I sat my mother down, my father joining soon after. Taeyong was set to arrive anytime soon. I’d call them all over to tell them about my pregnancy and about Jaehyun. My family absolutely loved Jaehyun, so how would they react to this news?

The door opened and then closed, Taeyong storming in. He noticed us as he came into the living room, taking a seat.

“What’s wrong Y/N, is everything okay?” He asked.

I felt my tears rushing out of me again for the nth time this week. I’m surprised my eyes don’t look like puffer fish by now.

Weakly I said, “I-I’m pregnant.”

Shock on their faces. Soon after my mother rose and pulled into a hug. It felt nice, warm, something I haven’t felt in a while.

“Congratulations!” She said.

“Bu-but.”

“But? But what sweetie?”

I sucked up all the strength I had left, “I broke up with Jaehyun.”

There it was. Saying his name, that phrase, triggered the tears. They fell, like a waterfall.

My mother sat back down. The happiness from earlier, wiped.

“Why? What’d he do? I thought you two always wanted a child?” she asked. She was as broken as me.

“That ass-” Taeyong finally spoke.

“Taeyong,” my father said sternly.

“What is it Taeyong? Do you know?” mother asked, looking between me and Taeyong.

He looked at me for approval, I nodded. I didn’t have much in me to explain.

“He cheated on her,” he said bluntly.

My parents turned their heads to me. My father was fuming and my mother in disbelief. Taeyong explained the situation-his encounters of that night-and I chimed in whenever I could. My father looked like he was about to explode, ready to kill. My mother walked over to me, lifting my head up. I was a sobbing mess. She embraced me yet again, letting me cry on her.

She patted me on the head, “It’s okay my darling, you did what was best for you, for your baby.”

I stayed like that for a while longer. Until I pulled away. Their eyes on me, filled with sadness at watching me break down like that.

She took my hands. They felt so warm.

“Y/N, no matter what happens from here on out we’ll support you, you can stay here until you can find a job. We’ll take care of you and the baby. Your guys' well-being is all that matters, after all.”

My father nodded in agreement. He didn’t say much, he never really did, but I knew he cared.

Taeyong got up as well, putting a hand on my shoulder. “I’ll be here too, I’ll come visit whenever I can, I’ll take care of you and the little one,” he smiled.

It was moments like these that gave me hope, gave me a will to live. ‘Your going to be one lucky baby.’

15 minutes later, me and Chaemin arrived at our destination–Grandma’s house. We got out of the car and walked to the gate. I opened it, making our way to the front door.

“Wanna knock Chaemin?”

He knocked, his little knuckles hitting the door. No answer. I told him to do it once more. So he did. Luckily this time the door opened.

“Oh! What a pleasant surprise!” my mother said happily.

“Grandma!”

I passed Chaemin to my mother, she took him into her arms where they embraced each other. She then pulls me into a hug, feeling that motherly warmth. We part and she says, “Come in, come in sweeties.”

We made our way to the living room in which me and Chaemin sat down.

“Any drinks?” she asked.

“Juice!” yelled Chaemin.

“Some water is fine, mom.”

She grabbed the beverages and then proceeded to sit down with us.

“So what brings you here darling?” she asked me.

“Ah, well the thing is I finally found a stable job,” I said.

“Really!? That’s amazing darling!”

“Yeah, but it requires me to be at work from 7 to 11, everyday,” I explained. “So I was wondering if you could watch over Chaemin while I’m gone.”

Before she said anything I informed, “Ah well you wouldn’t have to care for him completely just getting him ready for school, dropping and picking him up, and making sure he sleeps.”

She looked in deep thought. “You can even come live with me, if you want or I can drop Chaemin off,” I said.

“Y/N enough rambling, I know whenever you ramble it’s because you're nervous, but don’t be darling. I won’t say no to you, of course I'll take care of Chaemin. After all, this is your first serious job opportunity, go for it.” she said.

I was glad she supported me, but would she still feel the same if she knew I'd be working for Jaehyun?

Our visit ended up lasting longer than I'd expected, as by the time we left the sun was beginning to set. Chaemin got to see his Grandpa too, in which they spent quality time together. It warmed my heart seeing my family laughing and smiling in front of my eyes.

We bidded them a farewell, giving each other a hug and kiss goodbye. I walked to my car, Chaemin wrapped around my waist. I put him in his car seat and went to mine. As I drove away my parents were still outside. They waved at us, with a big ol-smile on their faces.

The talk with my mother went smoothly, we agreed to rotate from one week of her staying at my home and the next with Chaemin staying with them. Starting tomorrow she’d arrived just as I was to leave.

Tomorrow, less than 24 hours away. My new life from now on, with him there.

✧˚ · .

I could hear my alarm ringing. I reached out to grab my phone, 5:00 a.m read the lock screen. It was times like this that I wish I was a morning person because as much as I wanted to get ready, I stayed in bed for another 5 to 10 minutes.

When I finally felt like getting up I made my way to the bathroom, a nice shower ought to do it. I proceeded to dress myself in a white button down long sleeve shirt, a black pencil skirt that reached above my knees, and a black wool coat. Once dressed it was time for hair and make-up. I decided on straightening my hair and another natural look, natural to the point it looked as though I had nothing on.

With around 50 minutes left to spare I grabbed the black Loewe handbag my brother Taeyong gifted me a while back. I stuffed in my necessities, to survive 16 hours in that company. I quietly went into Chaemin’s room, kissing him goodbye before I left.

I looked at my phone clock again, it was time to go. I approached the front door, slipping on my black heels. As I opened the door and looked up I saw my mother approaching in her car. She sure is punctual. I walked over, helping her with her suitcases and briefly explained some things and told her to text, if not call me if anything.

“Good luck,” she said, smiling as I left to my car.

Once I was all situated, I drove off. My first day as Jaehyun’s secretary. ‘I wonder what today will have in store for me.”

I parked my car, luckily there weren’t many cars parked. I made my way to the elevators to get out of the parking lot, arriving on the first floor. Last time I was so nervous that I was unable to see the cafe on the first floor. I went in, getting myself something to eat, but also some things for Johnny and Jaehyun, I mean starting today we were all going to work with one another, so why not commemorate? I ordered a frappe for myself and two coffees, ordering Jaehyun’s just as he liked it, hoping he doesn’t take this in some way. As well as 3 sandwiches, all the same,

‘I hope Johnny doesn’t have any food allergies.’

With drinks and sandwiches in hand, I made my way to the elevators, up to the 14th floor.

Ding.

I was here. The 14th floor. I took a deep breath in, going out of the elevator. I made my way straight to Jaehyun’s office. Taking in another deep breath before knocking.

“Who is it,” said a voice, his voice.

“It’s Y/N, sir.”

“Come in.”

I gripped the door handle, opening the door. There he was. Like last time, sat in his desk chair, wearing a suit, and a pen in hand.

“Good morning. Welcome to your first day Ms. Y/N,” he said smiling, displaying his dimples.

I walked towards the seating area in his office, placing the things I bought in the cafe on the coffee table. Taking out only his things.

I walked over, standing in front of him. He gave me a confused look.

“I stopped by the cafe before coming here and thought about buying you and Johnny a gift,” I said, shyly.

“A gift?” he questioned.

“A I look forward to working with you, type of gift.” It probably sounded stupid, but it was the truth.

He chuckled. “Please take care of me then,” he said, taking the coffee and sandwich out of my hands. “Thank you Ms. Y/N. Next time I’ll treat you.”

I nodded, retrieving my things, before heading to the door. I looked back saying, “I look forward to working with you.” I was about to bow when I remembered when he told me it made him uncomfortable seeing me do such a thing to him of all people.

I saw a faint smile appear on his face. “Same here, now go do your work secretary.”

I smiled and then nodded, heading out of his office. ‘Maybe this won’t be too bad after all.’

✧˚ · .

I’m starting to regret what I said earlier about this being not too bad. 5 hours into my first day as secretary and I've booked 5 appointments for Jaehyun and gone through 2 files. It’s no easy work, not to mention my running back and forth from my office to Jaehyun’s, a whole cardio workout. But with 30 minutes left until my lunch break, I decided to go over one more file.

I was going over the third file when I heard a knock on my office door. I looked up yelling, “Come in.”

It was Johnny, his figure walking into my office space.

“It’s almost lunch time and I was wondering if you wanted to eat together? You know as a thank you for the coffee and sandwich.”

“Sure, let me just grab my bag.”

“No need Y/N, i’ll pay.”

“Oh my- Thank you Johnny.”

I still grabbed my bag and we then walked out, heading to the cafeteria.

Lunch was delicious, true to his word Johnny paid for everything. We ate and chatted. Surprisingly me and Johnny seem to have hit it off pretty easily and quickly. When we finished Johnny was kind enough to throw our trash away.

Afterwards, we headed back to the 14th floor. Where work is to be resumed. As we stepped out of the elevators we saw Jaehyun leaving his office. He noticed us, nodding when he did.

“Off somewhere?” asked Johnny.

Jaehyun stopped, “I got a call to stop by the new store we’re opening.” His eyes alternated from me to Johnny.

“Ooh, go ahead then don’t wanna keep them waiting.”

“I’ll see you two when I get back,” he said, getting ready to leave but said, “Oh Y/N can you look over a file I sent you, I need it done by today.”

“Sure thing, i’ll go look at it in a sec.”

He gave an approved hum before finally entering the elevator that arrived. He gave a short wave, in which me and Johnny both returned.

Just as Jaehyun said, I looked over the file he sent. It took around 4 hours, from reading it thoroughly, editing it, and finalizing it. After that I sent it back to him. ‘I wonder if he’s back by now… What? Seriously Y/N what are you thinking?’

The rest of the day went by normally, I even went to take my picture for my employee card. Johnny informed me about that when we were eating lunch. It was a long first day but it was finally time to leave. I looked out my window, seeing it was pitch dark outside. I went to Jaehyun’s office–he must’ve been here by now–to inform him about my leave. I knocked.

“Come in,” said his voice.

As I walked in he looked up, leaving whatever he was doing, giving me his attention.

“I’m here to tell you that it’s time for me to leave.”

He looked at his watch. “Ah, yes it is. Good job today.”

“Thank you sir.” I said.

“Drive safely,” he said. ”See you tomorrow Y/N.”

“I will, and see you tomorrow too. Bye Mr. Jeong.”

As we bidded each other a goodbye I walked out of his office. I felt his gaze burning holes in my back, I tried ignoring it as I walked out.

I headed to Johnny’s office next, bidding him a farewell as well. I left the building, heading to my car. The drive home was fairly peaceful. When I rolled into my driveway I noticed the kitchen lights were still on.

I walked into my home, my mother was still up. It was well past 11 and she was still up.

“Why are you still up, mom?”

“I wanted to wait for you, make sure you made it back safely.”

“Thank you, but next time don’t do that, you should rest as well.”

“Sure, sure, sure, but how was your first day?” she asked.

“Tiring and exhausting, but great.”

“That’s nice, now go get ready for bed. Rest yourself up darling.”

“Mmm, you too mother. Good Night,” I said, giving her a hug before we went to our respective rooms.

I got into bed, feeling so nice to finally relax. It must’ve been how tired I was since I was able to fall asleep very fast.

✧˚ · .

The first week went by quickly. I accompanied Jaehyun to several meetings and even to some of the stores the company owned. It was still quite tiring and exhausting, but sooner or later I'd be used to all this.

By the second week, I felt drained. I wanted out, but it was too late now wasn't it?

The third week came around and it was better. I felt more adapted to all this. Even working with Jaehyun seemed easier, not as awkward as before.

One month later.

It was well over a month by now and I would say I’ve grown to feel like I belong here. Today was a fairly regular day, like any other. I was working on the monthly report when my office phone rang, I picked it up wondering who it could've been.

“Can you come to my office?” said the person on the other line. I recognized that voice, it was Jaehyun.

I wonder what he could’ve wanted now? To book him another appointment? To look over files? reports? I left my office and headed to his. Unlike before, now I just walk in, no knocking.

“What can I do for you sir?”

“I know this isn’t work related but, is it okay if I treat you to some dinner after work? With Johnny too of course.”

I felt flabbergasted, no words. He must’ve felt it too because he said, “Ah, but of course you don’t have to- I just thought we’d commemorate your first month working here, after all I do owe you a dinner.”

Oh, right he did in fact owe me dinner. So there should be no reason to refuse, right?

“Sure,” I said.

My eyes might’ve deceived me but his expression seemed to brighten. “Great, then we’ll get off work earlier. 8 seems fine?”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll try and finish before we leave,” I said, making my way to the door. I headed back to my office, quickly finishing the report before it was time to leave.

It was finally time, well not 8 exactly but 10 minutes till 8. I organized my desk and then grabbed my things.

Knock.

“Are you ready to go?” said Johnny from the other side.

I walked to the door, opening it. “Yes, where is Jaehyun?”

In that moment it was like he appeared out of thin air.

“Shall we?” he asked.

We nodded, Jaehyun walking first and us following behind him. We waited for the elevator and headed down to the garage. Johnny and Jaehyun headed to Jaehyun’s car, while I went to mine.

“I’ll send over the location,” Johnny said.

“Okay, thanks.”

I put the address into my phone GPS, exiting the parking lot. I ended up arriving before them, considering how we both left at the same time. I took this as an opportunity to call my mother, informing her I'd go out to eat with my boss and a co-worker. As much as I insisted for her not to worry and go to sleep–but as stubborn as she was–she refused. Just as I hung up they arrived.

“What took you two so long?” I asked as they approached.

“I needed to stop by the convenience store,” Johnny answered.

“Ohh-” I was going to say before Jaehyun interrupted me, “Shall we?”

We then followed Jaehyun inside the restaurant. It wasn’t some luxurious restaurant, it was a normal restaurant. A BBQ place. We sat down at our table, the food beginning to roll in, and so did the drinks. Johnny grabbed the bottle, pouring some to me and Jaehyun.

“To commemorate your first month,” he said, lifting the small cup.

I giggled, lifting mine. “Thank you Johnny.”

“Any words Jae?” asked Johnny.

I looked over to Jaehyun, noticing he was at a loss for words. It was like he was trying to find the right words, the right sentences.

“As Johnny said, congrats on your first month. You’ve worked hard, I see it in your work. Good job, Y/N.”

“Thank you sir,” I said, slightly embarrassed.

“You don’t have to call me sir anymore, we’re not at work.”

“Ah, sorry. Thank you J-Jaehyun,” I said.

Thankfully Johnny interfered before things got awkward saying, “Cheers!”

We held our cups up, drinking that one shot. It’d been a while since I’ve drank anything other than wine. Ever since Chaemin, I haven’t drank or gotten drunk. I wouldn’t say I was a high-tolerance type of person, nor of low-tolerance.

The night passed, we ate, and we drank more. We conversed in conversation both about work and many other things. The last thing I remember was feeling hazy, I felt myself sway–left to right, right to left before hitting something. My eyes shut. Pitch-black.

Jaehyun’s POV

Y/N was drunk. There was no denying it. The moment she hit the table, I knew for sure now. I’ve been keeping an eye on her for the past hour since we arrived. Her cheeks started turning a pink-blushy color the more she drank. After being with her I knew she could handle her alcohol, but oftentimes would end up like this. I thought it’d be best to take her home.

“I’ll take her home,” I told Johnny.

“What about her car?” he asked.

“You drive it. Follow me to her home and leave her car parked there.”

“Alright, but do you know where she lives?”

“No, I forgot but I’m sure she’d tell us.”

I tried shaking her, trying to wake her up. She mumbled some words. Her head then propped up. She looked at me and Johnny, squinting her eyes into focus.

“Hey Y/N, wake up,” Johnny said. “Tell me where your home is so we can drive you there.”

“Huh? Oh! I live at… at a house!” she said.

“Yes, Y/N you do, now where is it,” Johnny asked.

She looked at him and then me. She called Johnny over, whispering her address into his ear.

“Alright, then let’s get you home!” he said.

He called me over, “I’ll send you her address, once you're in your car.”

“Now, Y/N can you give me your car keys?” he asked.

Y/N didn’t answer, searching her bag for her keys, until she dangled them in front of us. Johnny grabbed them and she swayed front and back this time. Before she could fall I caught her in my arms. I carried the very much asleep Y/N into the passenger seat of my car, strapping her in. I put her address into the GPS, driving her home. On the drive there Y/N kept mumbling in her sleep, the words were incoherent, until she said a name.

“Chaemin… my Chaemin.”

‘Chaemin? My? Who is this Chaemin? Did she actually move on?’ I thought. My heart broke, it ached.

Luckily the ride wasn’t too long, her home was just 15 minutes away. I got out of my car, making my way to her side. I grabbed her bag and then unstrapped her, carrying her once again and placing my suit jacket over her so she wouldn’t get cold. I walked to her front door, ringing the doorbell. ‘What if that Chaemin person is in there right now,’ I thought.

The door flung open, it was no guy, it was her mother. When she saw me, it looked like she’d just seen a ghost. Her eyes widening, her figure backing up. Her hand went to cover the body on her waist. ‘A child?’ I thought.

“Grandma?” spoke the little voice.

She finally spoke, “Ah, Chaemin sorry. Go to your room okay? I’ll be there in a bit.”

“But what about Mommy, I thought we were going to wait for her,” the little boy spoke as she placed him down.

“Mommy will be home soon, don't worry. In the meantime go play okay.”

He looked at her and then me, he looked familiar. His features looked all too familiar. Once he left and was out of sight she spoke to me.

“What are you doing here Jaehyun,” she said sternly.

“Hello Mrs. Lee, it’s been a while.”

“I don’t need small talk Jaehyun, tell me what you’re doing here.”

“Sorry, you see Y/N got a little drunk and ended up falling asleep so I,” I gestured to Y/N who was sleeping in my arms. “brought her home.”

She sighed. “Come in," she said.

She led me inside Y/N’s home. It reminded me of our old apartment, everything in there seemed like her. Her scent occuping the air. We stopped by a room, and she opened it. “Place her on her bed,” she said. I walked over to her bed, gently placing her. I wanted to tuck her in, but I was stopped. Her mother stopped me.

“Leave Jaehyun,” she said. “You brought her home, yes thank you, but please leave.”

I nodded, making my way outside her room. As I left I glanced around her home one last time, I noticed a photo frame by the front door. I looked at it, picking it up. It was of her and the little boy from earlier. They both looked so happy, his dimpled smile on full display. I felt a slight stab in my heart. I placed the picture down and made my way to the door. I opened it, leaving her home with nothing but confusion.

As I walked back to my car, I noticed Johnny leaning against it.

He must’ve noticed the confusion because he asked, “Everything okay?”

I didn’t answer, I was lost in the midst of all the questions I kept asking myself.

“Hello? Jaehyun!”

He knocked me out of my trance.

“Ah, sorry it’s just…”

“Just?”

“Johnny, Y/N has a child.”

I awoke the next morning. I felt groggy, hungover. Fuck. I must’ve drank so much. ‘But how did I get home?’

I looked around and saw it was well past 9. Shit, I was late for work. Whatever. I’ll just call in sick. I wasn’t in much of a spirit to go anyways.

I got up from my bed, making my way to the kitchen. My mother was still here.

“Go sit down on the couch, we need to have a talk.”

Was all she said, no “good morning.” I knew I was going to get an earful. As she made her way to the couch she brought out two coffee mugs and handed me one. I took a sip.

“Why was Jaehyun with you last night,” she said, getting straight to the point.

Fuck. Shit. So Jaehyun was the one who took me home.

“Mother, I can explain.”

“You better.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but Jaehyun, he- he’s my boss.”

She let out a sigh, “Why didn’t you tell me that before?”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t let me take up the job if you knew I’d be working for him.”

“I wouldn’t say no, after all it would be your choice to work with or for him, not mine.

“Sorry…” I said.

“But that should be the least of your concerns,” she said.

“What do you mean?” I asked, fearful.

“He… I think he knows about Chaemin,” she said, putting her palm to her cheek.

‘What… No. God, oh please no.’

Before I could respond, my phone rang. It was an unknown number. We looked at one another, I picked it up.

“Hello?” I said.

“Is this Y/N?” said the voice.

It was a man's voice. A voice that I knew all too well. Jaehyun.

✧˚ · .

I sped, probably violating various driving regulations.

It was Jaehyun who called me earlier, demanding we meet at a cafe, it was around 10 minutes from where I live. I knew this was about Chaemin, I knew it. I felt it.

As I pulled up no one was in the cafe. ‘Strange.’ I entered, he sat at a table looking at me as I entered. He put his coffee down. I walked over, not sitting down.

“What do you want Jaehyun,” I asked.

“Don’t worry I cleared the cafe, no one is here besides us right now. So, Y/N I want you to tell me the truth.”

“What do you mean?” I said, obviously knowing what he was talking about.

“Don’t act dumb, right now Y/N. Who is Chaemin?”

Great. He knows now, but no I can’t. I can’t get Chaemin taken away from me. He’s my life.

“He’s my child, but not yours.” White lie.

“Bullshit.”

“IT’S TRUE! How can he be yours, he’s about to be 2! I left 3 years ago, do the math Jaehyun.”

He looked at me, he was enraged, upset. “Y/N you know lying to me won’t work, i’ve known you long enough to know when you’re lying.”

Fuck. Was he truly not buying it?

He got up from his seat, coming closer to me. He stood in front of me now.

“Tell me, the truth Y/N now,” he demanded.

I guess I have no choice now, I have no other choice but to tell him. Tell him that Chaemin is his, Chaemin is ours.

I felt tears spill from my eyes as I tried saying, “Fine! Yes! Yes, Chaemin is yours.”

The room silenced, we no longer shouted at each other. My tears streamed down my face like a waterfall. In that silent moment, he pulled me into him. Our bodies finally touching each other for the first time in 3 years. As comfortable as it was, I couldn't, I hit his chest, over and over. He wouldn’t budge.

“Stop! Get away from me!” I started shouting again.

He let go, looking me in the eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

I looked at him letting the events of that day replay. “I was. I really was, but you never came home that night.”

“That night?” he asked, giving a confused look.

“Don’t act stupid Jaehyun, that night you were supposed to be at “work” but were actually at a club with some goddamn woman all over you.”

“A woman?”

“Yes! Fuck, are you pretending you don’t know what I’m talking about?” I was getting mad, how can he act like he doesn’t know.

“Look Y/N that night, I really was at work. I was working as I had been the days prior, but that night Mark and Jungwoo suggested we go out for some drinks, as a means to get me to stop working. It must’ve been the stress from work, but that night I got drunk, blackout drunk. I don’t remember any woman or anything after the 30 minutes we got there. The next thing I knew I was waking up in Johnny’s bed,” he explained, looking me in the eyes as he confessed his re-encounters of that night.

What? Did I just misunderstand and assume he cheated on me? I didn’t know what to think or feel right now. My brain was all over the place, my heart too.

“Y/N,” he called my name softly. “You don’t have to believe me or forgive me, but this is what really happened that night, ask Johnny he knows–everything–just please, I beg you let me meet my child. Let me be a father, I'll support him, you don’t have to be alone anymore,” he said.

“I… uh… fine. I’ll let you see him,” I let out.

His face lightened up, “Thank you! Thank you Y/N!”

“But that doesn’t mean I forgive you or anything, I- I still need time… to think,” I said.

“That’s fine. Take your time, I'll wait Y/N, whether you love me or not it’s fine.”

‘Love. Do I still love him? Will I still be able to love him?’

I nodded, unable to respond to his statement. “Let’s go,” was all I said.

He gave me a confused look.

“To see your son. I thought you wanted to see him?”

“Ah, no, no, no I do! Let’s go,” he said, rushing out.

I softly chuckled watching him practically run to his car, he looked like a child. I got into my car, heading home hoping things go well between Chaemin and Jaehyun. Today has already been too much both physically and mentally.

✧˚ · .

We both parked in my garage and got out of our cars. We walked to my front door, but before I opened it I said, “Don’t say anything, I’ll tell everything to Chaemin.”

“Alright,” was all he said.

I opened the door yelling, “I’m home!”

I heard footsteps running, “Mommy!” Chaemin yelled. I got down on my knees hugging him and carrying him. He then noticed Jaehyun.

“Ah! he’s that mister from yesterday!” he said, pointing at Jaehyun.

Jaehyun smiled, “Hello, Chaemin.”

“It’s okay baby, you can talk to him,” I said, as Chaemin hesitated to talk to Jaehyun.

“Hi!” he said, waving his little hand at Jaehyun.

At that moment my mother walked in. She looked surprised, but she picked up on it quickly. Not saying a word to Jaehyun, just bowing. He did the same.

“Since you’re here now, I’ll get going,” she said.

“Okay mom, see you soon,” I said, bidding her goodbye.

“Bye Grandma! Thank you,” Chaemin said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Be a good boy to mommy,” she said, before exiting my home.

It was now me, Jaehyun, and Chaemin. It was now time to end the lies, the white lies.

I walked to the living room, Chaemin still in my arms. I sat him down and called Jaehyun over, as he still awkwardly stood by the door.

We all sat, Chaemin in the middle. I breathed in.

“Chaemin, baby, remember daddy,” I said.

“Yes! Is he finally coming home!” he said excitedly.

My heart ached, and I know so did Jaehyun's. I could see it in the way he looked at Chaemin.

“About that, you see… Mommy lied.”

“Lie? But mommy you said lying is bad.”

I felt tears threatening to come down again. “Yes, mommy is bad isn’t she…”

“What! NO! My mommy is the best in the ENTIRE WORLD! She feeds me, buys me cool stuff, and loves me!”

I pulled him into a hug, he really has a big heart. I wonder where he got it from…

“Thank you baby, but you see the truth is… Mommy left daddy.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Because mommy thought daddy did some bad things, but daddy told mommy he didn’t and that he wanted to see Chaemin,” I explained, making it understandable for a 3 year old to understand.

“Really! Daddy wants to see me!” he said, excitedly.

“Yes, my baby. Do you want to see him too?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” he said, jumping up and down on the couch.

I laughed, it warmed my heart seeing how excited he was to meet his father. I gestured to Jaehyun, giving him the okay to finally speak.

“Hi, Chaemin,” he spoke.

Chaemin stopped jumping, giving him a confused look.

“Hello mister.”

“Chaemin, this is your dad,” I said.

Chaemin looked at me and then at Jaehyun. He wasted no time, jumping on Jaehyun. He embraced him in a hug, in which Jaehyun returned. Father and son reunited. A tear escaped my right eye, the sight of them warmed me.

“Daddy! Daddy! Are you really my daddy!”

“Yes, my baby. I’m sorry daddy’s late,” Jaehyun looked at him, his eyes watering.

“It’s okay! Chaemin knew one day you would come.”

“So you love daddy more than mommy now?” I chimed in, trying to lighten the mood.

They both looked at me. Chaemin let go of Jaehyun, running to me.

“No mommy! Chaemin loves BOTH!”

I laughed, “Alright, alright and we both love you.” I kissed Chaemin’s cheek.

The rest of the day up until the night was spent with all three of us in each other's company. We laughed, talked, and played. Jaehyun even stayed for dinner, after Chaemin insisted he should. All of that must’ve tired him out as Chaemin fell asleep peacefully in his fathers arms.

“Ah, sorry about that, you can just give him to me i-”

“It’s fine i’ll put him to bed, where’s his room?” Jaehyun insisted.

I guided him into Chaemin’s room, placing him on his bed. I crouched down whispering, “Good Night.” Jaehyun did the same. We both kissed the sleeping Chaemin and soon exited his room.

Now it was just us two.

“Jaehyun,” I called out.

He stopped turning to face me.

“Yes?”

“How do you want to do this… you know, seeing Chaemin.”

“Ah, why don’t we go sit down,” he said, walking over to the couch.

“I won't pressure you into anything Y/N, the decision is yours,” he said.

“How about you have him for 3 days a week, the other 4 with me. Unless you're busy, you know with the whole CEO thing.”

“No, no that’s fine, like I said I’ll respect your decision.”

“Nice, then… It's settled. I’ll drop him off tomorrow, if you want.”

He nodded and we later exchanged contact information. We’ve been working together for a month now and we have yet to share our contacts with one another.

“You're going to work tomorrow?” he asked, before leaving.

“Can I have tomorrow off too? If that’s fine with you boss.” He softly chuckled, “Okay. Then I'll send over my address so you can drop off the little one. Feel free to come at any time. I’ll be waiting for you two.”

“Okay Jaehyun, drive back safely.”

“Bye Y/N,” he bidded.

He left, walking to his car, but suddenly came to a halt. He turned around, walking back and pulling me into a hug. I was sure you could hear the beating of my heart and see how red my face was. ‘Why so suddenly?’ This wasn’t like earlier when we were at the cafe.

“Thank you,” he whispered, pulling away soon after. He didn’t even give me a chance to talk, as he began walking back to his car.

I watched as his car left my driveway, picking up my arm, giving him a small wave goodbye. He noticed, using one hand to wave back.

Today was quite the day. The most eventful it’s been since I had Chaemin. But I felt a sense of relief, like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. There would be no more lies between any of us anymore.

✧˚ · .

I headed off to bed, staring at my ceiling. I replayed the events in the cafe over and over. I still couldn’t believe it, Jaehyun never cheated on me. No matter how many times I lied to myself, as a means to forget him I couldn’t. Deep down, buried somewhere deep was my love for you. I still loved Jaehyun. I always did, but I always tried to desperately deny the reality. ‘Maybe giving him a second chance isn’t so bad,’ I thought and slowly drifted off to sleep.

✧˚ · .

I got Chaemin ready, ready to spend the next 3 days with his father. He has been beyond excited ever since I told him. Yeah, I'll miss him but I was also happy for him. This was his dream. I grabbed enough clothes and whatever other necessities he needed so he can spend the next 3 days comfortably. Then we were soon off to Jaehyun’s.

When I pulled up I was lost beyond words. Jaehyun lived in a big home, not some grand mansion, but a comfortable and modern looking home fit for a family. Then I remembered he’s practically the only person living in the house. It was like he was looking out the window, since he woke up because he was out standing in front of his door as we pulled up. I parked and exited my car, he came up to me.

“Can you help me take him out?” I asked, as I grabbed his luggage. He walked over to Chaemin, taking him out of his carseat. I heard a “Daddy!” as Jaehyun took Chaemin into his arms.

“He’s been very excited ever since I told him,” I told Jaehyun.

“Have you?” he asked Chaemin.

“Yes! I get to stay with daddy for the first time ever!” Jaehyun smiled, displaying his dimples.

“Here are his things, should be enough to last 3 days,” I told Jaehyun, handing him the luggage.

“Ah, do you want to come in?” he asked, hesitating a bit.

“Uhm, sure if you don’t mind,” I said.

We all then made our way inside his home. Upon inspection it was minimalistic, fit for Jaehyun who lived by himself. It was very clean and smelled like him. It brought me back to when we used to live in that apartment complex together.

“Make yourself at home,” he said, placing Chaemin down before walking away.

I awkwardly sat down at his couch, while Chaemin ran around, exploring the place. “Woah! What is that daddy!” Chaemin asked.

I turned around, seeing Jaehyun coming back with a bouquet of my favorite flowers. My heart fluttered. He still remembered. He shyly stood in front of me saying, “I bought these for you, your favorites. A gift from me. I guess you can call it a trying to win you back type of gift.” I laughed, “Thank you Jae.”

His nickname, the one he loved me saying so much, came out after all these years. I can see it in his face how happy he was to hear it again.

“Jaehyun,” I said.

“Yes.”

“Just for the record, I want to let you know that I want to start over with you. Whatever happened, let’s put it behind us. I want to make this work again and I’m not just saying this for Chaemin's sake. I truly wish to love you again.”

He sat down, taking my hands into his. He stared at my eyes, not taking them off. “I told you Y/N i’ll wait no matter how long it takes, no matter how many dates, gifts, or wooing I have to do to get you back, I’ll be patient,” he said.

I smiled for the first time since I’ve seen him. Mouthing a “Thank you” to him.

✧˚ · .

I wasn’t there for much longer, I still had some business to attend to. Meeting Soyoung. It only felt right telling her everything that had been going on, no matter how she’d take it.

I drove to my favorite sushi restaurant where I told her to meet me at. When I arrived she was there waiting for me. She saw me, waving at me. I walked over sitting next to her.

“You got here quickly,” she said, as I took off my cardigan.

“I wasn’t far,” I said.

“Where were you?” she asked.

It was time.

“Soyoung,” I said.

“Yeah Y/N? What’s wrong?

“I- The truth is Jaehyun knows, he knows about Chaemin.”

She didn’t say anything. I looked over to see her, her eyes had flames in them. She was enraged. If we weren’t at a restaurant she sure would’ve let out every profanity possible.

“I didn’t expect him nor wanted him to find out, but that night I got really drunk and he drove me home where to his surprise saw some little boy in my home,” I explained. “Then the next day he called me to talk, I ended up confessing everything to him, the truth.”

“So? What’d he say?” she said, looking to have calmed down a bit more.

“He was happy, surprised, shocked, and confused. When I told him why I never told him I was pregnant, he confessed everything about that night.”

“WHAT! Shut up.” “Yeah, I look like a real fool now.”

“A fool? Why do you say that?”

I clenched my fist saying, “Because he never cheated on me. He said that night Mark and Jungwoo invited him for drinks, but he got black out drunk, he doesn’t even recall anything from after he passed out.”

“So that means Taeyong…”

“Yes, Taeyong, I, and everyone we all misunderstood.”

I felt her hand rubbing my back. “So now what? You forgave him?”

“No, I'm giving him a second chance. I told him I wanted to start over, but not because of Chaemin. I want to love him again,” I confessed to Soyoung, wary of how she’ll respond.

She sighed, “If that’s what you truly want then I’ll still support you. I’m glad you didn’t forgive him so easily, but Y/N… please, please, please don’t let him hurt you again.”

I gave her a soft smile, “I know. Thank you Soo, thank you. I love you so much.” I hugged her, she hugged me, and we hugged each other in that sushi restaurant.

Once the talk was over, we finally ordered our food. We ate while gossiping, laughing, and teasing. One down, three more to go.

✧˚ · .

I still needed to talk to my family about the whole Jaehyun situation, but I also needed to return to work. I was glad Soyoung understood and supported me, but also didn’t cause a scene at the restaurant.

I arrived to work on time, it felt great to be back. As I got out the elevator my phone pinged. A message.

Jaehyun: I won’t be there today

Jaehyun: I’m going to spend some father-son time with the little one

Jaehyun: Is it fine if I take him to the aquarium?

I smiled, how sweet of him.

Me: Yeah just be careful he can get overly excited sometimes.

Me: Have fun :)

Jaehyun: I’ll send you pictures!

Me: How kind of you, haha

Me: Also is it fine if I get off work early?

Jaehyun: Sure, what time?

Me: 5, seem okay?

Jaehyun: Fine by me

Me: Thanks jae. Tell my baby to have fun

Jaehyun: Sure thing now get to work Ms. Lee

Ha, he was the one who messaged me first. I placed my phone down, getting to my work. 10 hours to do work, here I come.

Lunchtime was approaching and a knock was heard from my door. It must’ve been Johnny, he was the only one here after all.

“Yes?” I said.

He opened the door, giving a soft expression. “Your back,” he said.

“I am, missed me?”

“Oh yes, I was left all alone for two days! You and Jaehyun really betrayed me,” he said dramatically.

“We had our reasons.”

“Lunch?” he asked.

I nodded, getting up from my desk chair. We were off to the Cafeteria. I got a sense of deja vu, him paying for our lunches and us talking casually with one another.

“So Chaemin…” he said.

“You know too,” I asked.

“Yeah, that night he told me you had a child and last night I went over to his home and he was there,” Johnny said.

“You went over?”

“Yeah, just to check up on Jaehyun since he hadn’t been coming.”

“I see… well I’m guessing Jaehyun told you everything.”

“Yes, I was shocked at first. He even told me about that night,” he said as he looked me straight in the eyes. “Look Y/N that night Jaehyun was drunk, I had to drag him out of there for fuck’s sake. It was torture. So don’t worry about it too much, Jaehyun would’ve never done such a thing. He has and will always love you. You're the only woman for that best friend of mine.”

I never knew Johnny would give me such a pep talk. It was comforting though.

“I know, which is why I’ll give him a second chance. A new beginning. Don’t tell Jaehyun, but I too still love him no matter how much I tried hating him I couldn't. That love we built, I couldn’t throw it away to be honest,” I confessed. That was something only I knew, I never told anyone, not even Soyoung.

Johnny softly chuckled, “Well then, Good luck to both of you”

“Thanks, I'll need it.” I said before continuing eating.

We ate and chatted some more. Then finally heading off to finish our work. As the clock approached 5, I gathered all my things, ready to clock out. Ready for the final talk.

✧˚ · .

The drive wasn’t long, my work was actually closer to their home. I’d messaged the family group chat, warning them that I wanted to meet them all at around 5:30-ish. When I pulled up into the driveway, Taeyong’s car was already there and so was my parents' car.

I knocked on the door, being greeted by Taeyong.

“Long time no see sis,” he said, embracing me into a hug.

“I could say the same about you, you’re always busy and never around.”

“What can I say, being a full time choreographer, has me going places,” he says, shrugging.

I roll my eyes, making my way to the living room.

“Mom?” I yelled.

“In the kitchen,” she yelled back. I made my way there.

“Cooking?” I asked.

“Yeah, thought we’d have dinner together.”

“Sounds good, can’t wait.”

“Y/N!” yelled taeyong. I made my way to where he was sitting on the couch. “What can I do for you,” I said, sitting down next to him.

“How’s the little champ?”

“Chaemin’s fine, he can’t stop talking about missing you.”

“Really!” Taeyong’s face lightened up.

“No, I doubt he remembers his uncle,” I said laughing.

“Ha, ha, ha very funny,” he said sarcastically.

“You should stop by more often.”

“I’ll try, but I have to go to Japan next week.”

We talked more and more. Siblings catching up with one another.

“Dinner's ready,” yelled mother.

We got up, walking to the table.

“Where’s dad?” I asked.

“In the back, can you go get him Taeyong?” asked mother. With Taeyong gone, it was just us two. “I’m guessing you’re here to talk to us about Jaehyun?”

Mothers’ intuition.

“Yeah, but once we’re done eating.”

Dad and Taeyong came back. We all sat down, enjoying the delicious food mother cooked for us. We chatted, laughed, and joked. It brought me back to the times when I was a child, when it was just us.

When we finished, I helped mother clean up. I braced myself for what was to come. How would they react? Would they understand?

“We’re back,” my mother announced, when we made our way to the living room where they both were.

“I have something I want to tell you all,” I said, sitting down.

“I’m getting a sense of deja vu,” Taeyong said.

I softly chuckled. “Well, where do I even start… First off, Jaehyun knows about Chaemin.”

Taeyong’s eyes widened, “WHAT! How?”

“Long story short, I got a job, but to my surprise he was the CEO of that company. I worked for him for about a month, until he found out. That night we went out for drinks with a co-worker and I had too many to drink. He took me home, where he saw mom and Chaemin. The next day he called me to go meet him, that was when I confessed everything. We also talked about that night. So then I took him to meet Chaemin, Chaemin was beyond ecstatic to have finally met his father. Then me and Jaehyun agreed on having Chaemin spend 3 days at Jaehyun's, which is why he isn’t here today.”

“What did he say about that night?” Taeyong asked.

“Well for starters you misunderstood. He was black-out drunk. He didn’t even recall anything after he arrived. The guy who picked him up that night even told me, confirming things.”

“So what now? You’re forgiving him,” Taeyong said, questioning again.

“Something like that, I'm giving him a second chance.”

Mother finally said something, sighing “If that’s what you want, just don’t let him hurt you again.”

“That’s what Soyoung told me too.”

I looked over to my father, trying to read the emotions on his face. “As much as I still want him to rot in hell for putting you through all that pain, I know you wouldn’t like that. Like your mother said Y/N don’t get hurt a second time, you’re our one and only daughter–our baby–who we want nothing more than to live a happy healthy life.”

I don’t know when the tears started coming out, but they were. They weren’t sad tears, but happy ones. I was happy at how much they cared about me, wanting nothing more but for me to be happy and loved.

✧˚ · .

I left my parents’ home along with Taeyong. He said he needed to go so he could pack for his Japan trip next week. Before I got into my car he called me.

“Y/N, about earlier… I’m sorry that night I should’ve verified it myself, gone up to him-” he said, before I cut him off. “It’s fine, we can’t regret it now, it’s too late. And also don’t blame yourself, okay!”

He smiled saying, “Drive back safely little sis, I love you.”

“I love you too,” I said, waving goodbye with a smile plastered on my face.

I drove off to Jaehyun’s. It was time to pick up Chaemin.

I pulled into his driveway, parking and walking to his front door. I couldn’t wait to hear Chaemin talking about his day at the aquarium.

I rang his doorbell. The door swings open, Jaehyun standing in front of me.

“Hey!?” He looked surprised to see me.

“Hey to you as well,” I said. “Where’s the little one?” I ask, making my way inside.

“He’s playing up in his room.”

“His room?!”

“Yeah, I arranged one for him before he came.”

“Thank you Jae,” I said smiling. He really was a good father already.

We walked to Chaemin’s room upstairs, and he opened the door for me.

“Look who’s here Chaemin,” Jaehyun said. Chaemin turned around seeing me. “Mommy!” he yells running to me.

I got down to his level, bringing him into my arms. “How was your time with dad?”

“FUN! I saw sharks, penguins, and a bunch of fishes. Daddy even bought me a whale stuffie,” he said, going over to get his whale plushie. He handed it over to me.

“You sure had fun.” I smiled, happy that he enjoyed his date with his father.

We ended up playing with Chaemin before it was time to leave. “It’s time to go baby, it’s getting dark.” He looked saddened, he didn’t want to leave yet.

“It’s okay you’ll see daddy soon,” I said, trying to cheer him up. He understood, letting me take him. Soon all three of us made our way out the door. I put Chaemin in his car seat, strapping him in. Jaehyun watched. “See you soon little man,” he said, patting Chaemin’s head.

“Bye daddy! I had fun!” Chaemin said brightly. Giving Jaehyun a dimpled smile. Jaehyun shut his door, running along to the driver’s side, opening the door for me. “How gentlemen-like of you,” I said.

He gave a slight smile. As I was going in, he grabbed my wrist making me turn around. “Something wrong?”

“Can I take you out tomorrow?” he asked, his ears turning red. Cute.

“You mean like on a date? Just the two of us?” I questioned.

“Yes, if you don’t mind…”

I smiled widely, “I’d love to.”

He smiled, “I’ll come pick you up tomorrow then at 12. I’ll even ask Johnny to take care of the little one.”

“Sounds good, see you tomorrow. Night Jae.”

“Sleep well Y/N and drive back safely,” he said.

I slipped into the vehicle and he closed the door for me. He waved goodbye as I backed away, leaving. Another eventful, but good day. We returned back home and got ready for bed. As I was about to slip under my covers my phone pinged.

Jaehyun: [ 10+ images ]

Jaehyun: I still owed you your pictures

Jaehyun: Good night Y/N

I opened them, seeing them all. Pictures of Chaemin looking so happy and some he took with his dad. I saved them all.

Me: Good night Jae

✧˚ · .

Perhaps I was too excited that I woke up at the crack of dawn. I still couldn’t believe it, my first–but not so first–date with Jaehyun. He hadn’t informed me of where he’d take me, but nevertheless I was still looking forward to it.

I got ready, slipping into a sundress and some ballet flats. It felt so exciting getting ready for a date, I felt like a teenager again. As I grabbed my bag, the doorbell rang. I ran towards the door, opening it.

A bouquet of beautiful iris flowers shoved right in front of me. Behind them, Jaehyun.

“Is my lady ready?” he asked, handing me the flowers.

“She is.”

“You sure are a hopeless romantic,” a voice said. I was too distracted to notice Johnny’s figure beside him.

“Oh! Johnny.”

“Hi, Y/N your babysitter is here,” he said, raising one hand. I giggled, telling them to come in. “Chaemin is in his room, it’s the door to the left.” They walked to see the little one, while I put the flowers in a vase. My second bouquet of flowers from him. This date was already off to a good start.

All 3 boys came out, Chaemin in Jaehyun’s arms. “Mommy and Daddy are going to be gone for a while so be a good boy to uncle Johnny, okay?” I told Chaemin.

“Yes mommy,” he said as Jaehyun passed him to Johnny. Then me and Jaehyun made our way to the front door, ready to leave.

“Call me if anything Johnny,” I told him.

“Will do ma’am.”

Jaehyun opened the door, guiding me outside. He then went over to the passenger seat of his car, opening the door. “Thank you,” I say going in. He made his way to the drivers side, joining me inside. Johnny and Chaemin waved us off and off we went to our date.

The car ride was silent, but there was no awkwardness. In all honesty I was nervous that I couldn’t think of what to say.

It was then when he broke the silence, “We’re here.”

I looked to see where we were. We were outside an art gallery, To Dream Arts.

I turned to look at him, happiness visible on my face. “So you do like it?” he asked.

“Of course! This is one I've always wanted to visit,” I said. “You remembered,” I say almost in a whisper.

I loved art galleries and so did Jaehyun. I remember we visited some when we dated, but my dream was to visit this specific one. I could never go though, because you had to make reservations for this place, and unfortunately it was always booked. I’m beyond happy he took me here today.

As we exited the car, I stood beside him. I fought with the urge to hold his hand. When we entered it was like we were in Europe. The inside was just so beautiful, so majestic. We went everywhere, exploring everywhere. The paintings, sculptures, artifacts. I was so excited, I failed to notice when Jaehyun grabbed my hand. Our fingers intertwined with one another. I looked over to him, not saying a word, but seeing the hint of red on his ears. We continued like that, until there was no more to look at.

“That was fun!” I say, happily as we made our way to his car.

“Glad you enjoyed it. How about we get something to eat?” he asks.

“Yes! I’m starving.”

He chuckled, leading me to the passenger seat. Soon driving off, I’d expected some fancy food at some fancy restaurant, but no. We instead arriving at a local diner. I was actually relieved, this type of food is better than some small fancy portion of overpriced food.

We made our way inside, settling in the booth located at the end. We sat facing each other. The waiter came by taking our orders. The food arrived in no time and we dug in. They say food tastes better when you’re eating with others, it must be true because the food tasted better as I ate with him.

Jaehyun paid and we soon left once we finished eating. This truly was the best day. The best date I've had in a while.

As we drove back he asked, “Did you enjoy today?”

“I did, very much. Thank you,” I said, glancing over at him.

He glanced at me as well, smiling. “I’m glad,” he said, turning his head back to the road.

That night as he drove, I noticed the dark night sky, the stars that shone above, and the wind that blew. It was too perfect, today was a day to remember.

✧˚ · .

The past 4 months have been the best ever. Ever since our first date, Jae and I have gone on many more, going to a different place each time. He’s even gotten me more gifts and no matter how much I insist he shouldn’t, he still does. Though as time passed, Chaemin’s birthday approached. In fact, it was tomorrow. I was saddened, my little boy is turning 4. Time sure flies. I informed Jaehyun, my family, and Soyoung to come over tomorrow so we can throw him a small party. Unfortunately, Soyoung was unable to make it, as she’s off on a business trip and so is Taeyong. Meaning it’d just be Jaehyun and my parents. It was still going to be nice, though I'll make sure of it.

It was around 8 in the morning and I finished making Chaemin his annual birthday breakfast. I headed off to his room, tray in hand. I flicked his lights on. “Happy birthday to you,” I sang. He looked up, his eyes adjusting to the light.

I go over placing the tray down. I pulled him into a hug saying, “Happy birthday my sweet boy.”

“Omg! It’s my birthday!” he exclaimed, excitedly.

“It sure is. Here I made you your special breakfast,” I said, handing him the tray.

He began eating, not missing a single crumb. I let him eat as I went to finish setting up the decorations. As I was about to hang the banner, the doorbell rang. I walked over to open it, seeing Jaehyun. He sure was here early.

“What a pleasant surprise, Mr. Jeong,” I teased.

“Where’s the birthday boy?” he asked.

“In his room.”

He then hurried off quickly, wanting nothing more than to get there quickly. As he left, I went back to my decorating. “Jae!” I called.

His footsteps approaching, “Yeah?”

“Can you help me with the banner?” I asked.

“Sure thing,” he said, putting it up ease. “There we go.”

“Thank you.”

He gave me a smile, returning back to Chaemin. I finished with the rest of the decorations and went to see them. As I went in, Jaehyun had finished dressing Chaemin up.

“Thank you for that,” I told him.

“Thought I’d help you out since you were, you know,” he said.

“Baby, come with mommy. Mommy has a surprise!” I told Chaemin, taking him into my arms. “Okay, close your eyes.” Chaemin closed his eyes shut. “Open,” I say.

“WOW!” he said. I placed him down, he began running around taking in everything. I watched fondly as the now 4-year old ran throughout our home.

“Stand there, Chaemin,” I asked him, as he stood below the birthday banner Jaehyun hung up earlier.

I snapped a picture and at that moment the doorbell rang again. Must be my parents. Before I could go open it, Jaehyun had already gone in my stead.

“Oh Jaehyun, what a surprise,” I heard my mother say.

“Hello Mrs. Lee and Mr. Lee,” Jaehyun said.

They came inside, meeting me and Chaemin near the table. “Grandma! Grandpa!” he yelled, running to his grandparents.

“Happy birthday Chaemin!” said my mother and then my father.

I then went over to greet them, hugging them both. I could sense a feel of awkwardness in the air., hoping it'll clear up soon.

Luckily it did. It took a while, but my dad and Jaehyun seemed to be conversing well with one another. My mother joined me in the kitchen as we both got the food ready.

“They’re getting along,” she said.

“Thankfully,” I say. “I know it must be hard for all of you, but I know you’ll come around.”

We finished, calling everyone to the table. We ate with each other's presence. We talked and laughed. It felt normal. Like we were one big ol-family.

After we ate I brought out the cake, candles lit. “Happy birthday to you,” I sang as I walked over to place the cake in front of Chaemin. We sang him happy birthday. “Make a wish,” I say. He closed his eyes, making his wish. I hope it comes true. We then cut the cake, each eating a slice. Afterwards, me and my mother cleaned up while Jaehyun and my father played with Chaemin. Not long after Jaehyun came in with Chaemin in his arms.

“Birthday boy is asleep,” he said.

I make my way to him. Caressing Chaemin’s hair. “Good night my baby,” I say.

Jaehyun then walked over to Chaemin’s room placing him in his bed. “Well then I guess it’s time for us to leave, right honey?” my mother said. My father nodding at her statement.

I walked over with them to the front door. “Thank you for coming, it sure made Chaemin happy,” I told them.

“Anything for the little one,” my mother replied. “Take care darling and you too Jaehyun.”

I failed to notice as Jaehyun stood behind me. “Thank you Mrs. Lee, yourself as well. Nice talking with you too Mr. Lee,” he said.

“Goodbye you two,” my mother said, with my father beind her, waving goodbye.

We watched as they left inside their car, pulling out from my driveway. Once they were out of sight, I closed the door. I turned around, Jaehyun still behind me. He got closer looking at me deeply, only centimeters away from me.

“Y/N, can I?” he asked, placing his right hand on my cheek.

I nodded. I wanted him.

He leaned in, his lips on mine once again. Ah. I really missed this. We melted into each other's touch. Neither of us pulling away. Enjoying this moment, just the two of us.

✧˚ · .

After the kiss, me and Jaehyun grew closer. Often sneaking a couple more behind closed doors. It never escalated to anything more though. Jaehyun respected me and my boundaries.

On another note, today is another of many dates I'll be going on. Jaehyun called me up last night telling me he’d take me out again today. I got ready putting on a white sundress, the summer heat was beginning to arrive. As I went to put on my shoes my phones rang.

Jae 🤍, read the caller ID

“Hello?” I said.

“Are you ready yet?” he asked.

“Yeah, putting on my shoes. Where are you?”

“Outside your house.”

I opened the door, seeing his car parked in my driveway. I hung up, walking to his car. He got out, embracing me into a hug. Good thing Chaemin stayed over at his grandparents.

“Let’s go,” he asked. I smile, nodding. As always he opened the passenger door for me.

Our dates were always unpredictable, I never knew where we’d go to next. This time though, we must’ve driven for an hour now, before finally arriving. We were at a park, a park all too familiar. This was the same park where we had our first ever date. Jaehyun has stellar memory; always remembering such things years later.

“Ja-” I was about to say his name before he cut me off.

“You remember? This is where I took you during our first ever date,” he said.

“Yeah, it sure is.”

“Shall we?” he asked.

“And what exactly are we going to do,” I say, curiously.

“A picnic,” he answered.

We then got out of the car and he went to take out a basket, we really were having a picnic. He grabbed my hand as we walked, picking a spot under a tree. I admired the park as Jaehyun set the mat down. This park was so breathtaking. The grass was green and wellkept, big trees that moved along as the wind blew, and a crystal clear pond.

“Here, have a seat,” he said, patting the spot next to his. I sat down, looking at him as he took the food and wine out of the basket.

“Wine so early?” I say.

He chuckled, “Yeah, I suppose so.” We ate the food he’d prepared and drank wine, talking about everything and anything. I couldn’t be any happier.

“Y/N,” Jaehyun said softly. I looked at him, his expression soft, calm, delicate. “Yes?” I replied.

“Thank you,” he says.

“For what?” I say, confused.

“Everything. For coming back, for giving me a second chance, for giving birth and raising my child, the list goes on,” he says, never taking his eyes off mine. “Not to mention these past months have been the best my life has ever been since 3 years ago and to that I thank you as well.”

He then took my hands in his, “Y/N I love you, I always have. You’re the only person in this world I want. I truly believe you’re my soulmate, the person I'm meant to be by until I’m gray and old. There is no one other than you Y/N, no matter how long it’s been I still want you.”

“I want you too jae,” I say, with watery eyes. “I love you so much Jaehyun no matter how long it’s been, no matter how hard I tried hating you. I love you, all of you.”

His eyes begin to water as well. “Y/N, please be mine again, my girlfriend, my wife.”

My wife. I nod frantically as my tears spill. I jumped on him, embracing him into a hug. I incoherently repeat “I love you” to him. I pulled away, attaching my lips to his. He returned the kiss back, kissing me deeply. This kiss was different, it was filled with love, want, need.

I was the first to pull away, looking into his chocolate-like eyes. “You’re beautiful,” he says. I felt my face heat up at his sudden comment.

“I love you Y/N, now and evermore,” he says.

“I love you too, more than words can ever describe,” I say, kissing him once more.

Day after day, I'll spend my time loving him, Jaehyun. I’ll build a new future with him, with one another by each other’s side. Myself, Jaehyun, and Chaemin.

Epilogue

2 1/2 years later

“Honey!” I called out.

“Yeah, what’s wrong,” he says, rushing inside our shared bedroom.

“Can you bring me some fruit,” I say with pleading eyes.

He sighs, “Cravings?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, I’ll be back,” he says, placing a hand over my stomach.

I’m currently 7 months pregnant with a baby girl. I still remember the day I told Jaehyun the news, he wouldn’t stop smiling for the entire day. The same could be said for Chaemin, he’d been wanting a sibling for the longest time and at last it finally arrived.

The past years have gone by in a flash, I still couldn’t believe me and Jaehyun got married just around 2 years ago. It really feels like it was just yesterday when I was walking down the aisle, in my fathers hands, off to be wedded to the love of my life.

“Mom!” Chaemin yells, as he enters the room.

I can’t believe my little boy is now 6 years old. “Yes?” I ask.

“Where’s dad?”

“He should be in the kitchen, why?”

“Thank you,” he says, running off. He didn’t even answer my ‘why?’ how sad.

Minutes fly by and still no fruit. I debated whether to go down there and find out what was taking so long, but before I could Jaehyun entered, fruits in hand. My eyes lightened up, drool practically coming out of the corner of my mouth. I waste no time eating it as he hands it to me.

“Easy there now, you’ll choke my love,” he says. Since he found out I was pregnant, Jaehyun has became very protective worring over the littlest things.

“It’s fine,” I say, eating more.

“You’ve grown a lot,” he says, placing a hand on my belly.

“You don’t like it?” I say worriedly.

“What? No, no, no why wouldn’t I?” he asks.

“I don't know.”

“Y/N this honestly turns me on, seeing you carry my child in front of my eyes makes me so happy and horny,” he says, mumbling the last word.

I slap his chest, “Don’t say things like that.” I’m sure by now my face was red as a tomato.

“But love you like it when I say things like that, it turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“Jaehyun!”

He laughs, “I’m sorry. I love you,” he says, kissing my temple. I pout, continuing eating my fruit.

“I can’t wait to fuck you again,” he says, eyeing my chest.

“This again,” I say.

“Sorry, I'll stop now only if you give me a kiss.”

I roll my eyes, placing the plate to my side. I leaned in, kissing him in which he returned, deepening the kiss.

“My everything is all yours.”

2024.01.07

final a.n: it’s finally done! my real (?) fic, this started towrds the end of november all the way til now. i stayed up countless nights writing & editing, overall satified with the end result. i hope to all my readers that you enjoy it & if its too long then i apologize i guess i got a little carried away (T-T). though some big news is i’m working on another fanfic as we speak, hint: doyoung x reader x jaehyun & will definitely have smut 🤫… if you have any concerns, feedback or members you’d like me to write about pls let me know. i love u all - jiji 🤍

#jeong jaehyun #jaehyun #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun x y/n #jaehyun jeong #jung jaehyun #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun angst #boyfriend jaehyun #nct fluff #nct x reader #nct 127 #nct dojaejung #nct fanfic #nct #kpop #kpop fic #kpop fanfic

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happychappy · 7 months

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She just told me that her course friend kept being fucking touchy today. Slapping her ass, cuddling her, kissing her fucking head. I can’t help but feel…RED. I feel so fucking possessive I’m so scared I might hurt her. It’s even worse because I used to be insecure about them together but she reassured me. Hearing that…I want to rip her friend’s head off fr. And then she told me that her friend wanted to hookup with her other friend? Like CLEARLY she’d want to get with MY fucking gf too. All those fucking signs and she still has the nerve to say “No ShE woUlD NeVeR hOoKuP wIth Me” ah FUCKARPPP don’t act dumb bro 🧍and then she says “also, her bf will be at the party” but like what the fuck is the difference if she said it about Kiyanou? Make it make fucking sense. All I can think about is claiming her in front of that whole fucking party now. Just fucking her right in front of her friend’s fucking face. Making eye contact with her friend while my fingers are inside her, her juices dripping from her pussy. Like fuck off bro. Don’t touch what’s not fucking yours you hoe motherfucker. I feel such a fucking rage right now I literally just wanted to rip my room apart. What the fuck. I HATE this feeling. Why can’t I be normal? I just want to put a leash on my gf. Give her hickies everywhere. Put handprints on her ass. I want to just mark her. She’s too fucking SEXY. WHY?! Why the fuck does she have to look so fucking good all the fucking time? Why does she have to draw everyone’s attention to her? Why can’t she be like me? My jealousy issues are a lot worse than I thought. It’s like literally any time she gets a smidge of attention from someone else, I shut down and fucking go cry baby. Like fuck up. Just accept that she was born like that and go on your merry way. She can’t control what other people fucking do bro. Oh that’s also why I’m mad. When she was explaining what she was doing when her friend was being a fucking whore, it didn’t seem genuine. Like she didn’t mind it. Where’s the “fuck off bro”? Where’s the getting angry and pushing her away and screaming? No. Just a “stop 😐” NOT ENOUGH FOR FUCKS SAKE. If you liked it then just fucking say that. She said she was into “nonconsensual consent” too 🧍 she’s right next to me and I miss her so much. But I still feel possessive and I don’t want to hurt her. I feel so empty rn bro. I want to cry HAHAHA after such a good night, it had to end like this. Sophia, if you’re fucking reading this…you’ve betrayed me 🧍 even knowing how my trust issues are. Don’t fucking do it again. I promise I’ll literally break up with you over this reason alone. This is a test of trust

So…I’ve been thinking for a pretty long time now. I was making myself more mad just thinking about it. Finding things to get more upset about, to the point where when I closed my eyes, I tried to think about what makes me truly happy and content. First it was my gf, but then I saw her and Amahre and got fucked off. Then I thought about killing Amahre…it felt good. So I started thinking about killing everyone else that ever even simply looked at my gf and I felt satisfied for a while. Then I started thinking…is this worth it? Is this really what our relationship should be like? My baby does so much for me, and I love her so much. Am I really gonna be upset at her about something she couldn’t control? She’s been working so fucking hard today to pull off her amazing performance, and then I end the day being a shitty gf. That’s not how I want it to be. My mood swings are getting too much for me, it’s fucking pissing me off. She doesn’t deserve that at all. I started thinking about all the things she’s said to me, when she’d reassure me or when she’d be there for me. No. She deserves the world and my fucking trust issues are getting in the way of that. I’m going to start trusting her now. If she hurts me, then she hurts me. And we’ll break up. But for now, I’ll trust her for real this time. She fucking belongs to me and no one else, I just have to understand that. I’m the one that gets to hold her, kiss her, love her, fuck her, grow with her, learn with her, experience life with her. I could not be any more lucky than this.

Also…I kept imagining fucking her and I’d say things like “When you cum, I want to hear my name come out of your slutty mouth. You’re gonna cum for me, and only me. Open your fucking mouth and say who you belong to.” And I’d imagine exactly how she’d sound…that made me happy for a while too. I’d also slap her ass and tell her that if anyone else fucking does that to her, you tell them to fuck off and think of me. “If anyone touches you, you think of this moment where I’m fucking you til you only know my name. My hands. My voice. Me.” I don’t know how my brain is so fucking good at talking, but I’m a quiet little bitch when it comes to real life 🧍 I swear in my head, I’m such a good talker. I’m just too insecure to say it out loud. BOOOORIIIINGGGG

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scarlight-fortnite · 9 months

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Claim The Throne

As Bahamut and Icarus had the plan ready as Kieran agreed to help them as Luke, Kieran and Sylvie wants to stop The Ageless as well. Kieran then when up stairs to see if Ageless is there as lucky would have it.

Ageless is there but, Luke is holding him off for Kieran to fire at Ageless as he can’t hold Ageless much longer.

Kieran aims and fires at The Ageless but, he was quick as he push Luke away and has his weapon out to fire back. Luke then calls to his brother to slide the Ex-caliber to him as he draws Ageless to him.

Once he got Ageless attention as he charge at him. “After all I’ve done?! Is this how you both repay me?!” Ageless boom at them both.

“You mean after what you used in the sky to make a portal but, to bring someone else to destroy our home?!” Luke reply’s back as he then notice that in his hands on the Ex-caliber that turn to green. “What the? Am I doing this?” He said to himself as a split second when Ageless is about to use the shockwave hammer but, at the last second. Luke fired on the ground which then Ageless has miss but, sends Luke flying from the hammer. As the sword energy then blows the ground as the king fells to where his throne room is. He then lands on his feet and checks around. That is when someone is sitting on his throne.

“Who dares?! Wait. Your the one that I was looking for? State your name?!” Ageless ask.

“Looks like this is our first meeting but, your not him. However I’ll she’ll best you. I know what your doing but, I know that I’ll have to lead them to have the people on this island to prepare for what’s coming.” Icarus said to Ageless. “Oh yeah. The name is Icarus. Son of Bahamut.” He adds.

“I know of what I did. If you beat me? So be it, Icarus. If you wish to lead the people of Asteria. I accept your challenge.” Ageless then ready his hammer as Icarus has his version of Ageless sword. They both charge as Icarus blocks and is able to get the upper hand. Though Ageless isn’t holding back. He then swings his hammer which breaks the wall.

The two kept up with the fight as Icarus runs at him and took the chance to disarm him and had him at his mercy. “I yield. You have bested me.” Ageless says as Icarus holds out a hand for him. He takes it and got up. “Now I see it. Though I hope you don’t make the same mistake as I did.” He adds.

“I won’t. I’ll protect the kingdom and the people. Though right now. I think Tiamat influences has been broken and I want you to be by my side.” Icarus said as he and Ageless both shake hands of sign of agreement.

As a few months when by. Icarus along with his gf/wife/queen Dusty to help and have been doing their best to lead Asteria. Icarus then meets with Thunder as they team up to bring peace. He had sent to look for Luke. Though no sign of him but, they sent searching. Kieran and Sylvie won’t give up on to finding Luke.

“I know we’ll find him. I promise you that.” Sylvie said as she smile slightly.

“Thanks. I hope so too.” Kieran said as he looks up at the moon and the two hold hands as they be ready for what’s to come.

#fortnite #fortnite battle royale #fortnite chapter 4 season 1 #fortnite chapter 4 season 3 #fortnite rift knight kieran #fortnite the ageless

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muggycuphead · 2 years

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weird flex but ok i guess pt.9

War… Hold up, do we really need a warning for this one? Dunno, but however, watch out for slightly disturbing and kinda…disgusting imagery, trypophobic patterns, as well as ‘necrotic’ designs I made while having funky fever bc o h m y g o d do I get a little crazier every new quarantine day (and at this point it’s coming to be an usual thing for me, big sad). However, most are made no other than for the sole sake of satire, so y’know, no need to get your underwear in a twist

Friday Night Funkin’ BoyFriend’s Hood – AU fanconcept sketches [X]

EDIT 26/10/2023: Updated the drawing with a rescanned, more clean version

Ayooo- now you guys can see why I’m no longer pursuing this poor little thing anymore

…ow

THOUGH I did get inspired in some mods during the creation of these two (three if we do count the sad mop on the top*), mostly since I didn’t give that much of a damn about it at first sight, but now that I’ve gotten the emotional attach to it…yeah I sort of have regrets about it

Yee-haw I guess

…Imma just get into the info already lololol:

1.- Broddy

Big brother but cheap lol

…Nah jk I love this fellow

This guy was actually inspired in the whitty-boyfriend edited sprite (yeah the funny long boi) who casually seemed to appear in a picture alongside BF’s Mom and Dad, hence why he lookin so thin

BTW funny street sign logo design on his shirt, I’m so clever eeheheh- jk

Also the faded eyes were meant to give him a mysterious aura at the start, but now they’re basically something he inherited from his dad (you’ll see later how I designed him so you can tell)

Also also, you guys are allowed to make fun of me over the fact his hoodie’s design doesn’t make any sense. Like- the thing’s open like a jacket yet it has the strings to pull in and out the hoodie from behind, what?????? (this also happened with my FNFCE Leopold sprite, so double funny haha on my ass)

2.-Sissy

Big…no wait- she’s actually the middle woman in the siblinghood

…okay

Fun fact BTW: she was originally though off as a male, and casually enough, the memory I recall of her (or should I say him* for this case specifically) kinda resembles a little to Big Brother

…No I’m not kidding, the hairline I remember for her literally looks a lot like his, guess it was just coincidence

And yes, that tire mark on her arm is a tattoo…above a scar she actually got over an accident that happened at the repair shop

No it wasn’t BF’s fault...or Broddy’s even

Actually, I don’t even remember what happened, but it involved a badly braked bike and something that got in her way while she walkin’ on the shoop

3.-Past!BF / Lil B

aAAAA smol bean child bby

He so cute

…but he’s secretly a little shit

Don’t tell Sissy that tho, that might frickle her pickle

4.- Past!GF / Missy G

Another smol bean

This time it has sulphur in it wowowowow

I gave her a more awoken look bc ye, I don’t really have an actual reason for it besides haha funky demon child go wowza

5.-Bike Mechanic BF (Teenhood)

Boyfrendo got a jobbo

He a breadwinner y’all

He’s been in the business since he was a smol child, he got the good experience

…no we don’t do child exploitation innuendos here, you’ll see what was up there tho dw

6.- Biker GF (Teenhood…?)

Damn sis, lookin good right there

And yes she used to own a bikey back in her young days, don’t ask me how licenses work in BF’sH’s NG city, cuz I have no clue

…but hey, if kids can hav gun with no permissions, then who sayin they can’t drive bikeys w/ no loisense? (jk they might do have license systems but I guess the age limit is whatever, it’s been so long I can’t remember a-)

7.- Q-Zin (Beta Design / Prototype)

Sad mop

I just found out not too long ago about Older Brother, and Q-Zin does have some similarities with him personality-wise, but I haven’t seen the mod so I’m not sure, sorry

BTW he’s dead

…well, not dead in actual terms, just…physically dead (and sort of emotionally, he’s gone through quite some stuff down there at the Graveyard)

8.- Lil B icon style

Bikey Child

9.- Missy G icon style

Cashey Child

10.- Daydreaming BikeMech!BF

When you reconcile with your (yet) platonic babe and she sneakie you her phone number in your pay so you can ring her up anytime

…yeah that

Classy GF, really classy

And yes they did know each other way longer before than canonically stated (FNF says they just met during tutorial, BF’sH says they know each other since childhood instead)

And the reason I said platonic was due to 1) they reunited after a long time of not seeing each other, ergo the relationship (frens) had just reemerged and 2) Pico and BF are pursuing a relationship here (secretly), though it’s between platonic and amorous (basically what you’d call a ‘meta-couple’)

So yeah

11.- GF’s note

I’m sure he will do hun, I’m sure he will do

12.- Hambarga

S’up bro, brought you lunch

It’s about that one time GF bought some food for BF during lunch hours

Though I don’t wanna stick with the original factor that it was because he barely does enough money to buy something good to eat (for real, it just sounds cruel), so I guess he just is so stuck into his work he sometimes lets lunchtime slide past him (I know it’s not better but at least it doesn’t sound like he’s forced to starve, like c’mon man)

#friday night funkin'#fnfau #bfsh #alternate universe #alt universe #alter #alternative timeline #au #at #bruh look at those #bruh moment #bruh #i slep now

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angstysebfan · 3 years

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The Past Can Break You - 1

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

AU: Avengers

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for aa few years. As far as you’re concerned he is the one. But what happens when a blast from the actual past shows up?

A/N: Ive seen a lot stories of Bucky getting his first love from the 40′s back. And I’ve always wondered... what would happen if he was dating someone already? Reader is from this time. Not proofread.

If someone asked you what you loved about being an Avenger, you would definitely say the people. Not even the people you save, but the other members of your team who have become your family. See, you didn’t have a family growing up, and when Tony brought you into the Avengers you had no idea that he was also bringing you into the family.

Sam, Steve, and Thor were your big brothers, always protective. Natasha and Wanda were your best friends and sisters. Tony was definitely a father figure to you as well as one of your favorite people in the world. Bruce and Vision were two very good friends that you knew you could always count on. And Scott was the funniest person on the planet and always made you laugh.

But none of them compared to Bucky. When you first joined the avengers Bucky was new too. You guys became very close friends and eventually developed a very loving relationship. He was nervous at first to ask you out because it had been so long since he dated anyone. When he was back in the 40s he was definitely a ladies man but now he was more reserved and shy, which you didn’t mind.

Before you started dating he did tell you about his first love, Dot. You knew that she was his first love and tried not to be jealous of a woman from the 40s, and you tried not to compare his love to her to his love for you. You knew he missed her, but hopefully now that he was dating you, not as much, as selfish as that sounds.

You now have been dating Bucky for 2 1/2 years, and it’s safe to say that he is the love of your life. You both moved into the same room and spend as much time together as possible when you’re not on missions. In fact you’re out with Natasha and Wanda right now getting a special gift to wear tonight with Bucky.

“What’s the occasion for this again?” Natasha asked.

“Oh nothing, just feel like making him feel special,“ you say with a wink. Both girls rolled her eyes at you and continue searching for the perfect lingerie for you to wear for him.

When you got back to the compound you walk to the common room with your new purchase super excited to show your soldier later. you see everyone standing around staring at this big contraption that’s now in the middle of the common room. You walk up and stand next to your boyfriend staring at both the contraption and Tony who looks super excited.

“What the hell is this?“ you ask.

Tony looks at you and see the excitement in his eyes like a kid on Christmas. “I’m not sure. I found it in the archives when I was looking for something. I thought we could all open it up together,” her says.

You look at your boyfriend who gives you a shrug of his shoulders and a smirk, “He has been like this for a half hour,” he says as he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer, kissing the top of your head.

“Where were you off to?” He asks, ignoring the commotion for a moment.

“Oh just picking up something for you… for me to wear… in bed.. tonight,” you say.

You see Bucky’s eyes darken as he leans closer to you, “well can’t wait to see it and rip it off of you then, Doll,” he whispers in your ear before placing his lips on yours.

You giggle as you then lean your head toward Tony and the contraption. You see Tony pressing a few buttons before some air or steam come out the top and the door opens. When the steam clears you all see there is a woman inside who appears to still be alive.

“It’s a cryogenic chamber!” Tony shouted in excitement.

Everyone stepped back to give whoever was in the chamber a few moments to awaken and come out slowly. After they clambered out you realized it was a red headed woman. You hear Bucky’s breath hitch as you all get a look at her face. Suddenly the woman looks at Bucky.

“Jamie?!” She asked.

You look at your boyfriend who is in shock looking at the woman before him. His hand around your waist falls away from you as he starts to step toward her.

“Dot? Is… is that really you?” He asks in amazement.

Suddenly your own breath hitches as you realize that your boyfriend is looking at his first love. The woman you felt you had to compare to. The one you thought he would never see again. She was now in your living room staring at Bucky in disbelief.

“I thought you were dead! How are you alive?” She asks.

“It’s a long story,Doll. One I’ll have to tell you later,” he says as he smirks at her.

She reaches out and pulls him toward her in a strong hug. Your heart slowly begins to break as you feel completely helpless, and selfish at the same time. You see all your friends, Steve included, are giving looks of sympathy.

You start taking slow steps back, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself. You stumble and stop though when you see her kiss him. Your heart is officially obliterated. No way will you stand a chance next to Dot.

Bucky had his first love back. He didn’t need you anymore. You quickly turned away and leave the room: no one calls for you, letting you go. Bucky and Dot don’t even notice.

Bucky pulls away from Dot, “I’m sorry, I can’t. There is so much we need to talk about, but I can’t…”

He trails off as he finally turns toward the room and sees that you are gone. He feels terrible and steps away from Dot.

“You should go down and see Bruce. Get checked out. I’ll meet you down there. I just have to check on something first,” Bucky says.

Dot grabs his hand, “Please don’t leave me. I don’t want to be alone,” she begs.

Steve steps up, “I’ll go with you Dot. Bucky will meet us down there,” he says.

Bucky gives his best friend a thankful smile before nodding at Dot and turning toward your shared room. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t even know what to think. All he knew is that he was at a crossroads where one or all of the participants will get hurt.

He was terrified.

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Chapter 2

Ok so as I said up top, I always wondered what would happen if Bucky’s 40s gf came back while he was dating someone else. I feel for both reader and Bucky in this situation because this is a tough situation. Looking forward to writing it! Feedback is appreciated!

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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years

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My Fire was Fate With You

Vices Assemble: Part VI/?

Pairing: warlord!Carol Danvers x fem!reader

Words: ~2.1k

Summary: Carol really needs you while she deals with another thief problem.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (vaginal fingering, f receiving oral sex, public sex, exhibitionism, mentions of penetrative sex with a toy), slightly above canon level violence, these two are very into their wealth but it’s a little endearing, some gore, marijuana use, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: It has been so long since I’ve done this series but I’m back!! I will admit that Carol and her little art smuggler GF are the hardest for me to write for in this universe, primarily because I love them and don’t want to add a bunch of conflict into their lives, while that is not the case with our other relationships. But now I’ve got a whole arc planned so we’ll see if I can update this more often 🤞🏻

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Carol rubbed her fingers against her temple as she listened to Yon prattle on, already sick of listening to him. It was painfully obvious this asshole thought he could coast by on his good looks and charm, never mind that he was shit at his job.

Maria was giving her a sympathetic and annoyed look from where she was leaning against the wall, rolling her eyes when he implied that he was the only one who could handle the dock shipments now that she was expanding into more markets. God what an ass.

All she wanted was to see you. Sometimes she hated having to do this shit, as much as she loved the money and being able to spoil you like you fucking deserved. But dealing with all the chauvinist assholes who thought they could do a better job, or called her sweetheart like she was a stupid child even when she was the one with the fucking connections and ambition to actually get this shit done, well, it just made her want to shoot something.

The dumbass was trying to tell her that she needed to relax about all her security concerns when there was a small commotion from the door, a smile spreading over Carol’s face when you slammed it open and gave a disbelieving smirk over your shoulder as you finished rolling a beautiful looking joint.

“What the fuck is up with that new moron?” You didn’t even look at Yon as you walked to Carol’s desk, giving Maria a wink and a grin before sitting in front of Carol and handing her the joint while you pulled out your lighter. “Said this was a business meeting and that you didn’t have time to deal with me and my sweet little pussy.”

“I’m sorry, what the fuck did your man say to my fiancée?” Carol frowned over your shoulder at Yon as she traced her fingers over your thigh, trying not to smile at the sudden look of discomfort that came over his face.

“First off, you do not get to call me your fiancée until you actually get me a fucking ring, and do the Pinterest proposal.” You took the joint back from her after she took a pull, resting your foot on the arm of her chair and purring when she pressed her lips to the inside of your knee. “Second, don’t have to worry about that asshole mouthing off again for a while. Think he’s gonna be nursing his balls for a bit.”

“Alright, who is this… person?” You snorted at Yon obviously struggling to not call you a bitch, spreading your legs wider and tucking the joint between your teeth with a sigh when Carol brushed her fingers over the soft lace of your panties. “And why does she think she’s allowed to discipline my men?”

“Yes I suppose I should introduce you.” Carol bit softly at the inside of your thigh as she dipped her fingers under your panties, drawing them slowly over your slit until they were coated in your slit then swirling them over your clit as you hummed softly. “Yon, this is Y/N, Y/N, Yon.”

“Ah, the thief, right?” You grinned when he spluttered with rage at the accusation, biting your lip when Carol finally slid a finger inside you after being a fucking tease for so long. “Shit, did I get ahead of you, baby?”

“You did, but that’s fine.” Carol leaned back in her chair as she kept curling her middle finger inside you, flicking your clit with her thumb and crossing her own legs as she moved her gaze back to Yon with annoyance. “Was getting sick of his talking anyway. You wanna tell me why none of your numbers line up, Yon?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He shifted in his seat as he glared at the two of you, trying not to get distracted by the way you started rolling your hips into Carol’s hand when she slid in a second finger.

“I’m talking about why you’re showing each of the shipments that you’ve supervised coming in as being short, but you’re still trying to get money from me for the full haul. Right there, baby?” She gave you a wicked grin when you dropped your head back and whined, lewd wet squelches filling the office as she started stroking your sweet spot furiously. “And somehow, suddenly able to buy yourself a fucking Ferrari. So please, explain.”

The moron tried to stammer out some half assed explanation as Carol bent forward to lick your pussy, swirling her tongue around your clit until she felt you throb against her face then pressing a filthy kiss to your swollen bud. You moaned when she sucked it into her mouth, letting your legs fall open even further when she slid in a third ringed finger and started fucking you with her hand at the same time.

“So you see, it’s really nothing.” That smarmy asshole was grinning like he thought he was going to get away with it, at least until Maria came over and slapped the photos on the desk in front of him.

“So that’s not you meeting with some New York asshole last week?” She only disconnected from you for a second then dove right back in, curling her fingers inside you and sucking hard until your whole body vibrated as you let out a sharp gasp. “That’s a good girl, mmm, you needed it, huh baby?”

“Always do.” You winked at her when she gave your pussy one more kiss, blowing out the last drag of the joint before tamping it out as she turned her full attention back to the dumbass who was looking like he was thinking of doing something stupid.

“I’m waiting, Yon.” Carol rested her ringed fingers on your thigh as she cocked her head at him, tapping her fingers with irritation while you nudged her knee with the toe of your pump.

“Fucking upjumped cunt, I don’t have to put up with this shit.” He reached under his jacket and pulled out his .38.

Carol just frowned when he pointed the weapon at her, shaking her head when Maria moved like she was going to intervene. You just rolled your eyes and grabbed the letter opener, stabbing it right through the hand that was holding the gun until he let out a shocked scream.

“Quit playing with him Carol.” You shook your head at her when she laughed softly, grabbing the revolver and tossing it away as you scowled half heartedly. “I’ve got plans for us, baby, you’ve been doing this for so long.”

“Alright, can’t say no to you, pretty girl.” She gave you a quick kiss when you curled over her, turning a tired frown back to Yon as he shivered with rage and glared between her and the blade stuck through his hand. “Well, I did think about potentially letting you off easy if you were willing to talk, but then you had to call me a cunt and pull a fucking gun and well…”

She pulled out her Desert Eagle and leveled it at his head, giving him a second to try to blurt out a plea before she pulled the trigger. You swore when the body slumped forward onto the desk, jumping off and staring daggers at your girlfriend as you took in the blood that was splattered all over your dress.

“Goddamn it Carol, this is Tom Ford!” You batted her away when she tried to soothe you, ignoring her shit eating grin and huffing indignantly while Monica made the call for a clean up crew. “What have I told you about head shots when I’m that close? I have nice shit, I don’t want to have to keep replacing it just because you have a hard on for exploding skulls.”

“Baby, I’m sorry.” She finally managed to trap your wrists and pulled you close as she stood up, pressing her lips to your cheek as you pouted. “What if I buy you that Versace you’ve been eyeing to make up for it? I just want you to be pretty, sweet girl.”

“The Versace and the Monique Lhullier.” You let her give you a peck on the lips as she nodded grudgingly, twirling your fingers through hers before pulling back and grinning. “Fine, I forgive you. I’m gonna go change while you take care of this. Meet me back at the house in ninety minutes. Any later and I’m gonna be pissed.”

She just waved at you as you sauntered out of her office, trying not to look too moony eyed after you before she turned back to Maria, who was giving her a very indulgent smirk.

“What?” She smiled back at Maria as the two of them moved to find a tarp. “Did you book the Plaza for us this weekend?”

“Yeah. You sure you want to do it in Manhattan?”

“It’s her hometown.” Carol shrugged when they started rolling up the body. “Wanna make sure it’s special.”

She managed to make it home in the allotted time, slightly exhausted from having to deal with the cleaners but ready to relax. Hopefully you were just wanting to stay in tonight, she didn’t think she had the energy to go anywhere.

“Baby?” The house was a little dark when she walked in, frowning a little and checking her watch to make sure she hadn’t gotten her timing wrong. “Where are you?”

“On the terrace.”

You didn’t sound upset, which was good. All she wanted was to order in and snuggle with you for the rest of the night. She was so over dealing with these assholes who thought they could walk all over her, maybe she would take Thor and the Brooklyn boys up on their offer for more muscle, though that could possibly end up compounding the problem.

When she walked onto the terrace she froze. It was covered in candles and orchids, the sunset streaking the sky in beautiful pinks and oranges as you lounged on the chaise and grinned wickedly at her.

“Hi baby.” You set a small velvet Bvlgari box on the table in front of you and she let out a deep sigh. “I told you, Pinterest proposal.”

“Christ.” She ran a hand over her face and grinned at you. “How long have you been planning this?”

“Like a week.” You shrugged as she walked closer to you, popping the box open and grinning even wider when she cursed at the sight of the Serpenti ring. “Just had to work out a good time to nick this.”

“Oh my god, of course you stole it.” She laughed and grabbed the ring from you, peppering kisses all over your face before sliding it onto her left ring finger. “Guess we can’t Gram this, then.”

“Nope, but look how good it looks on you.” You frowned when she got up and started walking back into the house. “Danvers? What the fuck are you doing?”

“One second!” When she came back she was holding a velvet box of her own, plopping next to you on the lounge and laughing when you snatched it out of her hand with a squeal. “You ruined my surprise, I booked the Plaza and everything.”

“Damn, well we can still go to New York, it’s been so long.” You opened the box and squeaked again, popping the yellow diamond on your finger and cooing. “Eight fucking carats, good job baby.”

“So, can I call you my fiancée now?” She nuzzled into your throat and purred, smiling when you tangled your fingers through her hair and wrapped yourself around her.

“You sure can.” You hummed when she nipped at your jaw, rolling your body under her as she started drawing your skirt over your hips. “Wait, Carol, I got the special double sided cock out to celebrate. We should go to the bedroom.”

“In a minute.” She brought her face back up and rested her forehead against yours. “First, I’m gonna drown in my fiancée’s sweet little pussy.”

“Yeah, ok.” You beamed when she started kissing her way down your chest. “Fiancée.”

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beccascribbles · 3 years

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protective/possessive alpha iwa-chan and semisemi popping in when someone's making their gf (omega or beta idc really) uncomfy👉🏼👈🏼

a/n - went for a beta reader with iwa because i thought i'd branch out a bit. never written specifically for a beta before so i hope it went alright!

warnings - reader in an uncomfortable situation, kind of harassment??

you forced a smile onto your face. it was tight-lipped, almost a grimace, as one hand closed around your wrist, the other bracing against the wall at your head, blocking an escape route. you glanced around, hoping to make eye contact with at least someone. the corridor was, unfortunately, empty, most people still watching the volleyball game. you would have still been there, you pondered, if you hadn't decided to go to the toilet, if you had just stayed in your seat and watched the games conclusion. still, it was odd that this alpha was coming onto you. as a beta, you had never felt helpless. often you managed to slip under the radar, your scent not enticing enough to attract any extra attention.

"um, could you maybe let go of my wrist?" you questioned, giving your arm a tug. his fingers loosened, allowing you to pull your hand away. you cradled it to your chest, nose wrinkling at the sudden scent that permeated your nostrils. "any reason why you're so close to me?"

"should there be a reason?" the alpha questioned, pressing closer to you, his nose brushing the tip of yours. you grimaced then, jerking your head back, it hitting the wall with a thump. "shouldn't a beta like you be honoured to have got my attention? i know omegas who would beg to be this close to me."

"well, i already have an alpha," you stammered, gesturing at the teal jacket you were wearing to illustrate your point. the alpha simply scoffed.

"you really expect me to believe an alpha actually claimed you?"

"isn't that what you were trying to do?" growled a voice, a scent of pine wafting towards you. you sucked in a lungful, feeling your breathing calm as you turned your head, eyes locking with iwaizumi's. the worry was clear, masking the anger momentarily as he assessed you for any harm. he was thankful there were no bite marks in your neck, unsure of how much longer he would have been able to maintain control. as it were, his patience was growing thin.

the alpha chuckled, turning his head to regard iwaizumi coolly. "why don't you leave us alone, yeah?"

"or maybe you could step the fuck away from my mate," he spat, taking another step forward, scent flaring. the alpha's eyes widened at that, his nostrils twitching as he breathed in your scent. there was an unmistakable hint of pine. "what? only just realised they're mine, that they smell of me? not much of an alpha if you couldn't have figured out that much."

his lips were drawn back in a snarl as he reached forward to yank the alpha away, shoving him onto the floor. iwaizumi spared you a single glance before he lost himself in his anger, pinning the alpha to the floor and launching a fist at hia face. the blows rained down; the sound of a nose cracking echoed through the corridor. you let out a shout, rushing forward to grab at his wrist, stopping its descent.

"stop, haji, please," you begged, wishing you were an omega in this moment. you could have used your scent to calm him. as it were, you only had your presence. you pressed your free hand to his cheek, realising belatedly that this wasn't the best move. moments before, it was this hand that had been held in the alpha's grip. iwaizumi's nose twitched at the scent, another growl escaping.

"he fucking touched you," he hissed, pulling his wrist from your grip and landing a solid hit to the alpha beneath him. almost feral, he looked up at you again. "where else did he touch you?"

"nowhere, i promise," you pleaded, resting a hand on his shoulder, nails digging in. "let's just go. please, haji."

iwaizumi grumbled, looking back into your pleading eyes then down at the alpha beneath him. reluctantly, he stood from the floor, shooting the alpha one last glare before you were tugging him away.

"why did you leave?" he asked, pulling you to a stop once you had left that corridor. his arms were around your waist, holding you close as he buried his nose in your hair, drawing in a deep breath. his heart was racing and you reached up to run your fingers through his hair.

"i'm safe, hajime," you reassured him, hand rubbing up and down his back in a soothing motion. you leaned fully into him, resting your head against his chest. "nothing bad happened to me."

"it could have," he mumbled, lips brushing the top of your head. "i've never been so scared, so angry. i-i never thought something like this could happen to you. i should've scented you more, made it clear you're off limits."

"that might not have changed anything," you sighed, pulling away slightly, hands reaching up to rest on his shoulders. you offered up a weak smile, though your mind still replayed those moments before he'd come, when you didn't know what would have happened. "don't beat yourself up about it. i'm fine now. i'm safe."

you leaned in, brushing your lips against his once , twice, until he kissed you back, pulling you into him harshly. his hand tangled in your hair, cupping the back of your head as he kissed you, his lips soft against yours despite the fierceness of your embrace.

discreetly, eyeing the alpha looming beside you, you slipped out your phone and typed a hurried message to semi. hitting the send button, you slipped it back into your pocket. your eyes flicked upwards, noting the way he was looking at you as if it were his right to. you tugged at the jacket hanging from your frame, pulling it around you, arms wrapping around your waist. a smirk formed across the alpha's face, and he leaned into you.

"what are you covering up for, omega?" he questioned, ignoring the way you shifted away from him, bumping into a person to your right. "i was enjoying the view."

"i'm not interested," you stated, scanning the crowd hoping to spot a familiar head of ashy-blonde hair. "i already have an alpha."

"doesn't mean i can't appreciate the view," he grinned, a fingertip running lightly along your cheekbone. you flinched, pulling away from him, eyes widening. "plus, i don't see any alpha. if it were me, i wouldn't have left you all alone."

"um, he's actually performing, that's why," you stammered, pointing vaguely in the direction of the stage to reiterate your point. after this encounter, it was unlikely semi would let you watch from the audience again. he had told you it was a bad idea, had tried to make you stay backstage with him, but you had wanted to experience it within the crowd, feel the energy radiating from them.

the alpha let out a laugh, tilting his head in amusement. it was clear he thought it was a lie, likely one told by many omegas who had been in your position. at that present moment, the only thing keeping your palms from growing clammy was the knowledge that semi was heading towards you. taking a slight step back, you peered around the alpha's form, making eye contact with semi through the crowd. his jaw tightened at the sight.

he moved through the crowd effortlessly, cutting through the people until his hand clamped down onto the alpha's shoulder, fingers digging in. semi growled, the sound low and threatening, "back off."

"okay," laughed the alpha, holding his hands up in surrender. "i get it, dude. i'll go. plenty of other omegas out there."

though the comment, the alpha's blasé attitude, didn't sit right with semi, he couldn't afford to focus on it, stepping towards you immediately. you collapsed into his chest, taking in a deep lungful of his scent. it grounded you, made you feel safe. one arm wrapped around your waist, the other resting on the back of your head as he held you to him. your hands clung to the material of his t-shirt, and you glanced up at him.

"thank you, eita," you breathed, brushing a kiss to the underside of his jaw. his arms tightened around you at the affectionate and he pressed a brief kiss to the top of your head.

"next time you want to watch from the crowd, i'm inviting ushijima and he can stay with you."

you nodded, not eager for a repeat of the situation you had found yourself in.

#hq requests #haikyuu omegaverse #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #hajime iwaizumi x reader #alpha iwaizumi x reader #eita semi x reader #semi x reader #alpha semi x reader #haikyuu fluff

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silv3rswirls · 3 years

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When I Look At You

Request’s are open!

Anon asks: Ahh you’re srsly one of my favorite writers! If it’s not too much to ask, could you write one where yoongi is head over heels for his gf?! like just soooo much fluff and all that cutesy stuff to the point where i’d bawl ahaha. i’d appreciate it! thank you so much <3

Thank you so much anon 🥺 I hope you enjoy 💕

Pairing: Min Yoongi/reader

Summary: Anyone could tell that Yoongi was undoubtedly head over heels for you.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

It was no secret among the dorm that Yoongi was nothing but head over heels for his girlfriend. Whenever you were set to visit him he would remind the boys to be on their best behavior, telling them to give the two of you your space, or not to pester you. He always made sure he had time to spare with you, learning to balance his work with his relationship through trial and error, but now he was proud to say that things were wonderful. You visited him often at the studio, came out with the rest of Bangtan for dinner or to hang out from time to time. He also brought you over to spend time at the dorm a lot, spending the night together talking and enjoying each other's company.

The boys loved to tease the two of you. They were happy for Yoongi of course, he seemed to be doing so well and happily at your side, but they loved to comment on how soft he was with you, or how sickening it was to watch your interactions at times. Yoongi would always just roll his eyes and go back to showering you with attention and love.

Today, like many other weekends, you had come to stay the night with Yoongi. You were free from work and Yoongi would have a little more downtime than usual, prompting the perfect sleepover to be planned by you. Yoongi hugged you the minute you walked into the dorm, shooing away Jimin and Jin’s prying eyes. “It’s good to see you” he mumbled into your neck as he held you close.

“I missed you too” you smiled and Yoongi pulled away. He took your overnight bag and went to set it in his room while you went for the living room.

“Y/n” Jimin sang, smiling with a wave.

“Hey Jimin, how’s it going?”

“Same as always” he shrugged, “are you staying the night?” You nodded, plopping down onto the sofa beside him.

“Yoongi and I have planned the perfect date night.” You smiled, “it’s been a while since we’ve been able to really do anything, work has been busy for us both.” Jimin nodded, looking from you to Yoongi as he walked back in. “Is anyone else home?”

“Jin is in his room I think” Yoongi informed, leaning over the back of the sofa and grabbing your hand. “Everyone else is out for the evening.” You nodded, getting up as Yoongi tugged you gently. You both went for the comfort of Yoongi’s bed right away, ready to just relax until later. He tossed you one of his hoodies to put on as if it was routine and set your things aside. He laid down, opening his arms with an expecting look and smiling when you crawled into them. You made yourself comfortable with your head resting on his chest and arm over his stomach. Yoongi pulled you close. You talk about each of your days so far, what was going on at work, and the general stuff. Eventually, you both slipped into a comfortable silence, cuddling close as Yoongi closed his eyes and played with your hair.

“I’m so lucky” you sighed, causing Yoongi to hum.

“Why?”

“You’re so good to me.” You stated, “I’ve been thinking about you a lot, you always make me feel so special.”

“You do the same to me” Yoongi murmurs, “you love me just as much.”

It was always easy to see the love between you and Yoongi. Anyone could see it through your glances to one another that always seemed to last just a little longer than they should with adoration or yearning behind them. Your hand never went upheld for a second whether you were in public or not, in general, he was always touching you in some way. His hand resting on the small of your back while walking, or he would absentmindedly draw shapes onto your thigh and hands. Yoongi was always talking about you in his way, little thing here and there. Your fights never lasted long. Sometimes things got heavy and you would take time to cool off, but the both of you always came back together to talk it out and apologize. You couldn't recall a time that Yoongi had ever let you go to bed angry or sad because of him. You worried for him and he did for you. You weren’t sure how many times you had brought him food while he was working, supported him through horrible writing slumps, or just provided him comfort after a stressful schedule. He did the same, he always asked about your day and if you seemed upset he listened so closely, never tired of hearing it and trying to help. You both had just grown to understand how to comfort one another in the best way.

“Y/n” Yoongi spoke, his fingers tracing up and down your arm. You hummed, “have I told you I loved you today?”

“You did this morning” you smiled, he had texted you to wish you a good day at work and reminded you to come over later in the evening, ending it with a simple I love you text.

“Well, I'm saying it again, I love you so much.” Yoongi sighed, shifting you both so that he was on his side and you were next to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his head into your neck. “Whenever I look at you I can’t help but think about how much I love you, I always think I should say it more.”

“You say it enough.”

“Mm, I could never tell you enough. When I look at you I see one of the most amazing people in my life. I see how beautiful you are, smart and hardworking. You're so good to me, I love you so much.” He pressed little kisses to your shoulder.

“Yoongi…” You smiled, your face heating up despite having heard him say such things all the time. “I love you so much.”

“So perfect” he muttered, looking down at you as he propped himself up on his elbow. His eyes were tired but took in your features with warmth in them. “I mean it” he leaned down, brushing your hair back to kiss your forehead. “Don’t ever think otherwise.”

“How could I when you remind me so often?” You giggled. Yoongi smiled down at you, there was no questioning just how in love he was, just one look from him told you.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

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koutarouthighs · 3 years

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『 champagne bubbles 』

S U M M A R Y ― drunken words expose sober thoughts, and what do these boys have to say when their heart is too soaked in liquor to dull their filter?

post type ➺ headcanons fandom ➺ haikyuu!! characters ➺ tsukishima ⧾ kageyama ⧾ atsumu genre ➺ fluff; slight nsfw (sensual themes) tags ➺ established relationship; alcohol; language; pda; lotsa touchy drunk boys; word count ➺ 2.2k+ request ➺ [YES/NO] ; anonymous requested “could you maybe write drunk!tsukki being really sweet to his gf? like calling her pretty and being super sweet?” ↳ request status: *.·:·.✧ O P E N ✧.·:·.*

✕ tsukki doesn’t really like to get drunk, because he’s more of a spectator. he enjoys watching everyone else lose their wits so he can poke fun at them for it, sarcastically asking them a dozen questions just to video their answers to bring it up when they’re sober. ✕ but, with kuroo betting tsukki that he can drink him under the table, his obstinate personality has no option other than to meet his old friend’s challenge. what he doesn’t know is that kuroo never planned to win, not even from the start. ✕ when you see tsukki later, you’re confused with his wobbling frame and garbled words. his eyes seem to cross behind his glasses, and when he approaches you, he’s got his arm around your shoulders in a flash. you’ve never seen him be so publicly affectionate, especially not in front of a group full of his old friends who knew him once as an antagonistic rival. ✕ tsukishima compliments your appearance, your voice, your dress. he talks about how lucky he is to have you and you swear you see his reddened eyes begin to blear with tears. ✕ his hands cannot find a part of you he does not wish to explore further, always seeking but never finding solace. and finally he cups your cheeks and sloppily kisses your mouth, and you are so frozen in your stead that you do not have half a mind to kiss him back.

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“you’re just so pretty,” his voice drawls, eyes blinking slowly as he uses the arm not slung around your body to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. the slightest of pouts tugs on his lips and you want to push yourself up on your toes to kiss him, but you know how he feels about public affection.

a small laugh makes your chest blossom and tsukishima tugs you closer, your body engulfed by his lanky yet thick arms. his bicep flexes as he runs his index and thumb against either side of your neck, “you are! i know i don’t tell you enough, but you are. you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.”

“kei,” you murmur as he drops his head to your shoulder, planting a quick kiss to your exposed collarbone. kuroo and akaashi widen their eyes at the sight, and you try to weave your fingers through tsukishima’s hair to get his attention, “kei, are you drunk?”

“yep!” kuroo’s voice is unmistakable, even from where he and akaashi, and now bokuto, are sitting in the kitchen, swiveling in their barstool seats, giggling to themselves. you narrow your eyes and hope that the glare you cut them is enough to not let them sucker him into anything like this again, knowing how much he will hate finding out about this when he’s sober.

“we can go home,” you murmur in promise against his neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek before settling back on your heels. tsukishima kisses the top of your head and wraps you back up again, tucking your head beneath his chin. he sighs, and you feel his chest deflate, “no, i like going out with you. i know i say i hate it, but i like that you want the world to know that you’re mine.”

you tilt your head back, raising a brow, “tsukki, i’m not ashamed of you. never have been.”

“no, i know,” he almost sounds stone cold sober for a second, and you blink to try and make sure you can reconcile what you’re hearing with what you’re seeing. “i just hope you know that i’m not ashamed of you. you’re kickass, and i can’t believe you let me call you mine.”

“of course,” and you feel your own voice growing heady without the influence of whiskey, “i love you.”

tsukishima, drunk or not, reaches down to frame your face with his hands and as if in slow motion, purses his mouth until you feel the bow of his lips meet your own. you flex your feet so you’re up on your toes, face heated at the sudden display of affection, disregard to who might see. his palms are expansive and warm, floating from your neck to your shoulders, down your arms until he finds the curve of your hips. his thumbs slip beneath the hem of your shirt and he sighs, parting his mouth from yours, “tell sober me to appreciate you more. he’s kind of an asshole.”

“yeah,” you lick your lips and read the hunger in his eyes, matching it with a fire in your own, “i’ll make sure to tell him in the morning.”

✕ kageyama believes that alcohol dulls the senses and takes his mind off of what is truly important - the next match. so, it’s kind of difficult to get him to indulge in a drink from time to time. but hinata always manages to spur him on, citing his days in brazil have made him the better consumer, and kageyama just can’t let that redhead best him at anything. ✕ you wish you had the effort to try and deter him from it, but watching kageyama turn loose and enjoy his time with his friends is so elating in it of itself that you don’t have the heart to try and drag him to a glass of water. ✕ your face goes red when kageyama puts down his fourth glass of rum and coke and turns his attention to you. eyes sheathed by half-hooded lids, lower lip consumed in the cage of his canine tooth as he sucks the slow drip of whatever drink did not make it to his tongue. ✕ the praise he dotes on you when he slots himself into the couch next to you is not unwelcome, and yet foreign and uncomfortable all the same. tobio is not unknown to shower you in kindness when you are alone, and when he can gather his words and his spirits, but now, in front of his friends and rivals from high school, it all feels a little out of place. ✕ his hand rests curiously high on your thigh, the other arm around your back to hold you close. he kisses your cheek and then your neck, warm breath smelling of the sweet concoction he’s downed one too many of in your absence.

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“tobi,” you whimper when his thumb drifts against the seam of your jeans, manicured nails digging into the plush of your thigh, “a-are you drunk?”

“so what if i am?” his curt response is quick, just like always. you suppose even when drunk, he’s not completely unlike himself. your gaze meets his darkened irises, pupils dilating as he tries to focus on any one feature of your face. his tone softens as he looks at you a little while longer, “god, you’re beautiful.”

your expression must show how taken aback you are, because tobio’s nose scrunches and he looks like he’s eaten something sour, “have i never told you that before?”

“n-no, you have,” you shake your head to bring your wits about you, “it’s just weird to hear it in front of all your friends.”

kageyama shakes his head and straightens his spine, palm falling down to your shoulders to massage at the blade of your back, “well, it’s the truth. in front of my friends or at home. y-you’re pretty.”

you can’t help but laugh at his wavering voice, another wave of drunkenness bringing out a shy side of him that you’re used to seeing from time to time. you lean across the space between your bodies and press a kiss to his cheek, “you’re adorable, tobi. especially when you’re drunk.”

“d-do you need anything?” he asks, the palm on your thigh finding your hand to squeeze your knuckles between his own, “water? another drink?”

you nod, brushing dark hair back from his face to his ear so you can see his sapphire irises in full, “i could use some water, if you’re getting up. but you don’t have to get me anything, babe.”

tobio is standing to his feet as soon as you finish your sentence, eyes wide and hands still clutching at you, despite the distance, “of course!” and he is gone before you have another moment to draw him back in. biting your lip, you watch as he scrambles about the kitchen, but your attention is drawn away by the other girls sitting on the couch opposite of you.

when kageyama returns, his arms are full, and his mouth is moving as if it were attached to a motor, “i got you two bottles of water and they had a can of that seltzer you like in the fridge so i got that too, and then i know where hinata hides the chocolate so i grabbed you a few pieces and then there’s also an apple in case you get hungry.”

you want to laugh, you desperately want to let your giggles escape, but you tamper them down to take the various items teeming in tobio’s hands. you reach up to cup his cheek, “you really do think of everything, don’t you, kags?”

“for you,” his voice sounds faraway, ethereal, “i’d do anything for you.”

✕ most nights after a long week of training, or a tournament with msby, atsumu spends time with bokuto and hinata and sakusa, and even osamu tags along, and they buy up tumugi, sake, and vodka until they can’t see themselves home. atsumu has the dd or a cab bring him home, and you can always tell by the way his steps stutter over the rug that he’s too far gone to even know you’re home. ✕ atsumu is a clumsy, most of the time loud, drunk. he forgets how lumbering his body is, how much he weighs, and how his head might hit the overhanging light in the living room if he’s not too careful. ✕ as soon as he spots you, curled up on the couch, his whole being softens. he licks his lips and calls your name, eyes shining when you finally make eye contact. he’ll call out for you again, asking for his girl. ✕ atsumu’s hands are insatiable as he fumbles over the top of you from where you lay, tucking his head into your neck and caging you in with his limbs. he likes the reminder of how big he is, how he can encompass your space with minimum effort. he seeks skin on skin contact while he can’t see straight, preferring to close his eyes and just feel you. ✕ he’ll mutter things into your soft skin and slip his hands underneath your shirt, but it’s nothing you haven’t heard already, only accented with giggles and blown raspberries along your body.

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“don’t you have a game tomorrow?”

“so what?!” he nips at your jaw, “what are you, my mother?!”

“that would make this a very strange position, wouldn’t it?” you snort, scratching your nails up the base of his back to his shoulders, his shirt riding up inch by inch. atsumu groans, dropping his head to your chest, circling his arms around your waist until he’s clinging onto you for dear life. he sighs and you try your hardest not to shiver at the feel of his warm breath over your bare skin.

he grunts, shifting his legs to get more comfortable, “osamu bet he could do three shots faster than me, and you know i’m the better twin, and i had to prove it, so i did it. and... and now’m here.”

another laugh makes its way out of your throat and you squeeze his shoulders, “that competition is going to get you in trouble one day. you can’t win everything.”

“i don’t gotta win everything,” atsumu licks his lips and takes a breath, craning his neck so he can look you in the eyes, “i already got you, don’t i?” you’re blushing but that doesn’t stop him, not when he’s on a drunken roll like this, “i mean, that’s about the best thing i ever coulda won.”

you twirl a finger in his hair to keep your hands busy, rolling your lips together as he rambles. atsumu pushes himself up further on your body so you’re eye-to-eye, the tip of his nose brushing up your cheek as he gets situated, “cause even when i lose a match, i still get to come home to you.”

the threatening heat of tears makes your eyes throb and you close them to get some relief. atsumu kisses both of your eyelids and then your nose, and your face scrunches at the overwhelming smell of vodka on his lips, but you don’t care, not when he’s being so kind and genuine. he cups your face with a palm, heady and calloused, and then kisses your cheek until your skin relaxes. he chuckles, “i mean it, sweetheart.”

“i know you do, ‘sumu,” your voice is thick and you clear your throat just after you speak. you finally peek your eyes open to look at him, and you almost wished you hadn’t. his umber irises melt into dark pupils, a warmth there that you cannot place, cannot describe. his skin is rosy, kissed by alcohol and emotion, and you just want to drown in him.

he noses your cheek and then captures your lips, soft kisses volleyed back and forth between the two of you as your hands roam and find supple skin and dense bone. lines blur between evening and morning, and words slur between the both of you.

and every time, as one breath ends and another begins, atsumu makes sure to show you that his words ring true, and his greatest win was always you.

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neonnoir-ao3 · 3 years

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Some Words of Comfort.

Recently, I’ve seen a lot of people (especially those who have read spoilers/are actively searching for leaked content) lament about their future reactions to the deaths of our beloved characters in-game.

We all knew this was inevitable, and that them living was not an option for the plot of the game, but the time has finally come to face it head-on.

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I understand that someone outside this community might be like “it’s just a game”, but I know it’s way more than that to many: the concept of a female villain that, to many, can be seen as sympathizable and even endearing, is a bit of a new concept— especially on such a large scale as this instance.

In addition, Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters have become a bit of a comfort item for some (with an emphasis on sapphics/wlw, from what I’ve seen personally) in the form of a large, protective, and caring hypothetical partner, or even just a maternal character one can appreciate simply because of her love for her children. Regardless, most of us are here due to some desire for comfort.

Take my own story with this community, for example:

(tws for death, covid, suicide, and general medical emergencies)

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Frankly, 2020 and the beginning of 2021 have ruined me. I lost two men who were the only two positive father figures I’ve ever had. The last of the two tested positive for covid and deteriorated within days, to the point where less than a week after testing positive, my family was making the choice to pull the plug. This all occurred days before Christmas and my birthday. On the first day of the spring semester, having not had the time to properly mourn my grandfather, my mother is in the ER for multiple days with an internal infection that doctors said likely would have turned septic if she had waited to come in any longer. This led to three surgeries throughout the next few months. (Oh, and one of my relatives quite literally dropped dead on that first day of class, too). I am also estranged from one of my parents, and they have been trying to contact my family: they have multiple untreated mental illnesses (severe NPD, bipolar, and more) and they are extremely aggressive in that state of mind and they are agitated extremely easily. That only brings more stress, along with resurfacing trauma and related emotions. Every moment of every day has been a struggle. So much so that I failed half of my classes voluntarily simply because I couldn't do them anymore.

To be perfectly honest with you, I didn’t expect to be here right now. I expected that the pain of simply moving forward would have finally overridden my fears of death and that I would have already ended my suffering by now.

Then, in late January, I saw something trending on Twitter. About a new female villain in an upcoming horror game. And it went from there.

As cheesy as it sounds, this fandom and its content seriously saved my life. In the darkest of days, I’ve come to this tag for comfort. The oddest way I found said comfort was through those who were attracted to Alcina aesthetically. I have extremely long-term trauma related to being bullied and being the victim of a hybrid catfishing/'Oreo Game' on early social media by peers in middle school to the point where I do not think of myself as being able to be loved, let alone being worthy of it. Finding this community not only provided a great form of escapism (and opened a door into a fantasy world where I could imagine my own person vampire milf gf), but also gained a little bit of self-esteem (as many of you know, I share a lot of visual qualities with Alcina. -yes, I'm still kinda freaked out about it-) via seeing people where features/attributes like mine were actively praised and desired rather than insulted and pushed away like they have been until now.

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(okay sorry that kinda turned into a trauma dump but I needed to emphasize the fact that this community has seriously helped me during a really dark point in my life, and I know I can't be the only one with that sort of experience)

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What I’m trying to get across here is that, like many others, this community and its content have been comforting and therapeutic, and it really is more than just a game to us. It’s entertaining and even a form of escapism in these extremely trying times. We all have some degree of PTSD from surviving a literal mass plague— and this is something we're using as a method of coping. a distraction. a coping mechanism.

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With that being said, here are some ways to hopefully assist in lessening the emotional stress:

(please note that I am not a mental health professional and these may not be healthy coping mechanisms for everyone.)

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Understand that it’s just a game.

I know, this sounds completely counterintuitive, but it’s more or less about keeping your level of immersion down. Personally, I can’t do scary shit in general: I have to listen to music on low volume while watching dark ARG vids at night or when I’m alone because I get too into it, and then my paranoia kicks in. Sometimes just pausing for a moment and grounding yourself/reminding yourself that this is a video game: a jumble of code and 3D rendering that doesn’t have to affect your views/headcanons if you don’t want it to. Did your favorite character just get slaughtered? Nope, that 3D rendering of them just got un-alived, that’s all.

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Ignorance is Bliss/We are the Captain Now

Simple: Capcom can’t even pronounce Dimitrescu right, or even acknowledge the way it’s correctly said in Romanian culture itself. How can you trust them to give you a perfect canon? That’s the thing: with that logic, you can’t. What they say is true means little (if anything, for that matter) to your headcanons and preexisting ideas of the Dimitrescus. In short: fuck ‘em.

I’m currently seeking a double major in pop culture, and one of the cool things I’ve learned so far is affirmational vs transformational fandom. Affirmational is where official canon is seen as the law of the land, and followed to a T. Transformational is seen as much more inviting for audiences, allowing them to bend canon as they wish to fit their own creations. This fandom is obviously transformational, so take that game canon, rip it up, and get back to whatever you were doing.

Capcom’s canon is not the end-all, be-all. Far from it, actually.

Want to still acknowledge canon? Godmod your way out of it.

Character A died? It’d be a shame if they emerged from the rubble they 'died in' a few hours later, very beaten but alive nonetheless... how awful would it be if they sulked away, nursed their wounds, and continued to live... (/s)

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Ignore it completely.

Remember: give it time. Once the game drops, there w be a wave of grief, but eventually, we as a community will recover, and get back to business as usual. Think about it like the in any way. Stay with the version in your head that makes you happy.

Get Creative!

If you're into creating fanart, writing fics, or even just posting a list of headcanons, take some advice from the late Carrie Fisher: "Take your broken heart, and make it into art". Make the fluff oneshot of your dreams! Draw the fanart you've been wanting to! dump lighthearted headcanons into the tags! Not only will it cheer you up, but sharing it with the community will spread the love!

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I know a lot of people are struggling with this emotionally (especially with the pandemic making entertainment like this even more important sources of escapism and coping mechanisms) and I hope that, at the very least, I was able to help comfort one person who reads this.

Remember: give it time. Once the game drops, there will be a wave of grief, but eventually, we as a community will recover, and get back to business as usual. Think about it like the flowers that bloom after major wildfires: after a period of loss, some beautiful can still come of it.

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#tall vampire lady #lady alcina #lady dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #castle dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #dimitrescu daughters #dimitrescu family #dimitrescu sisters #cassandra dimitrescu #countess dimitrescu #house dimitrescu #resident evil #re: village #resident evil village #resident evil: village

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munku-collar · 3 years

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This is your open invitation to infodump about an opinion you've been wanting to share. Go off, friend 💙

Actually had a convo about this with my gf today that a lot of people fundamentally misunderstand Demeter as a character which I've def complained about before but specifically when it comes to her sense of fashion or appearance in human AUs.

For some reason there's this tendency to make her dress modestly or somewhat plain, to make her look like a goody-two shoes, which is not the case at all. At face value Demeter and Bombalurina are the "sexy cats" of the show. Their makeup is the most human/least cat like and designed specifically to make them attractive, and the choreo in the macavity number oozes sensuality and the song itself hints at a very active sexual and dark side of Demeter which she shared with Macavity.

Yes, she knows the things he's done are terrible and left him behind and now can offer warning, but there's nothing to say she didn't also enjoy things with Mac when they started out, which I always talk about whenever I mention Demecavity. It's a direct parallel to Grizabella honestly, in that they both were out in the world doing things that were perhaps morally questionable in pursuit of either romance, fame or belonging, and neither situation worked out. That's probably essay worthy in itself, but I'll leave it there for now.

Anyway, the fact that Macavity is obsessed with Demeter and wants her back is a direct indicator that Demeter has a naughty side or has an edge to her, because Macavity would not fall in love with a run of the mill goody-two shoes who just fawns over him. There was something in Demeter that he related to and found exciting and attractive, and it certainly wasn't because she is the type of person to wear sweater vests and modest dresses or even casual wear with sneakers.

Design-wise her appearance is more wild compared to some of the other queens and some productions push this really far with her wig. She's one of the handful of cats to wear a spiked collar and there are some parallels between her eye makeup and the trad goth fashion movement. See examples here.

(2nd photo on the top row is of the lead singer of Siouxsie and the Banshees which is a band featured on my Demeter playlist because their music just Screams Deme.)

Yes, she is a very loving character, and is sympathetic, especially towards Grizabella, but there's an underlying strength in her and even a hint of darkness compared to a lot of the other cats. It's even in her color scheme: she's got white on her chest over her heart, indicating a sense of purity, which extends to gold, making her attractive and "valuable" or covetable, but the gold is shrouded in black, which suggests that she's tainted by encroaching darkness, regret, and in my eyes, anger. These details in her appearance are directly transferable to her personality, which a lot of people misread.

There's a tendency to make Demeter this fearful, defenseless creature in order to make whichever character she's shipped with, whether it be Munk or someone else appear stronger or more capable and caring, which I don't understand. She is shown to be very alert throughout the show, warning the tribe of potential danger every time and she isn't afraid to use her voice. She participates in all the activities, doesn't hide away(in some productions she does which is an intentional change but on the whole she's Involved in the tribe) and she is the one to reveal Macavity's deceit. She is the one to physically attack him first. Demeter is not demure and incapable of taking care of herself or others. She has to have a sense of fire or strength in her for the story to work. Like I've said, there has to be a reason Macavity wants her back so bad.

And women, contrary to popular belief, are 3 dimensional, so yes she can have moments of vulnerability or anxiety, but that is not all she is. She's capable of experiencing a range of emotions and presenting herself in more than one way, which many people tend to forget. And this happens with several characters, in every single fandom I've ever been in, where people reduce a character to a handful of emotions or quirky traits in order to ship them, or turn them into props for other ships, or because they simply don't put in the effort to analyze a character. I'm not sure why it happens but it's something I've consistently noticed and it irritates me to hell and back.

So how should Demeter be presented in AUs or drawings where cats are wearing human clothes? Simple and goth or grunge leaning. Black clothing with hints of brighter colors mimics her fur pattern. Perhaps a gold shirt or dress. Goth inspired makeup(whether full goth or a more subdued look) directly parallels her facial markings. Black leather jacket. Tall boots or heels. The collar. The collar should always be there, whether it's her actual collar or a similar dramatic necklace. Obviously she can wear a range of things depending on the situation, but the overall vibe should be the same: Trustworthy with a hint of edge.

The goth umbrella is very large and filled with many fashion motifs and movements including anything from leather to lace, and of course Deme can lean outside of a specific type of fashion too, but the overall style should be a mixture of grungy, sexy, and casual, in line with her characterization. Low necklines but long sleeves. Short skirt but long boots and oversized jacket. Something that indicates that she seems like trouble, but is very in control of her self presentation, and most importantly, her clothing isn't performative. She doesn't dress for anyone else's happiness, she dresses for her own.

For a character with such apparent trauma who has, for the most part, found happiness, her clothing should be a form of armor or a form of visual storytelling. She should look comfortable in her clothing, because she's become comfortable in her own skin again, and should wear it with pride, as she wears the title of Jellicle. This is moving into character design territory, which I'm not going to go into too much even though I could (art degree 🤪) but yeah.

I suppose I'll leave off with some outfits I would put her in, if I wasn't too lazy to draw. Some of these are more on the tame side, indicating that she's found a sense of easy confidence and honestly, rehabilitation, but they all share visual traits. You can imagine they all are in her wardrobe/belong to the same person. A sense of coherency is a must when picking a style for a character, and these looks, combined with either subdued trad goth or full trad goth makeup accurately reflect Demeter's character much more than something like pastels and lots of florals, or sweater vests, or a simple graphic t-shirt and jeans.

No shade to anyone who draws her like that, because people make beautiful art, but in my eyes it's not the most accurate representation.

Lastly, don't come arguing. This is my blog, my opinion, and quite frankly I don't care to read any differing ones 🤪 This is a very personal topic to me and it's my blog so I'm always right. Don't agree? Keep scrolling ✌

#my shit #asks #demeter #cats demeter #demeter cats #cats 1998 #cats the musical #JH #macavity #grizabella #demestrap #demecavity #no this is not going under a cut cuz yall WILL read this #get educated

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