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mercury notes. 💅🏻

Disclaimer. these observations do not have to resonate with everyone and everything, all expressed in this post is based on personal experience and research.

LONG POST ahead in this post I have covered

Mercury Signs and their Characteristics

Mercury sign and how they text

Trauma through Mercury sign (coming soon)

mercury signs and their characteristics 🍭

🫧 aries mercury

You're blunt and direct because you deeply care about your loved ones and want what's best for them, even if it initially hurts. You're a reliable friend who values mental stimulation over constant chatter. You're quick-witted and passionate, often diving into new interests headfirst, even if you haven't mastered them yet. Challenges excite you, and you prefer things that make you think hard. You can get obsessed until you figure something out, and once you do, you stick with it. However, you might get competitive or jealous when others are better at something you're passionate about. Plus, all that thinking can give you headaches. But ultimately, your bluntness stems from a place of caring, and your loyalty and agility of mind make you a valuable friend.

🫧 taurus mercury

Your laidback nature stems from your focus on what truly matters to you. You're guarded because you've learned to prioritize your goals and rely only on yourself, leading to a preference for a small, trustworthy circle. While emotional, your rationality guides you to offer practical advice sought by many. When you love, you do so intensely, either fully invested or not at all, which can leave you drained in communication and occasionally introverted, causing concern among others. You're honest and direct, with an appreciation for the beauty of words, possibly drawn to poetry. In youth, you might have easily developed crushes and possess a melodious voice, possibly skilled in singing. With Taurus Mercury, your communication style is stable and methodical, marked by a reserved demeanor and a tendency to carefully analyze your thoughts and opinions. While you may appear stubborn, others view you as thoughtful and reliable due to your grounded approach to communication.

🫧 gemini mercury

With your mind always buzzing, you might need to work on organizing to avoid getting overwhelmed easily. You're a sponge for information, possibly even having some psychic intuition. Your ability to grasp concepts quickly lets you talk your way through things effortlessly, even if you haven't fully digested them. People trust whatever you say, even if it's random, thanks to your charm. Your hunger for knowledge keeps you everywhere, possibly juggling multiple social media accounts or interests, making you intriguing yet hard to pin down. From a young age, you displayed advanced intellect, impressing others with your wisdom beyond years. However, your thirst for new knowledge can lead to forgetting old ones, making exams a struggle unless you study hard. Despite this, you're generous and respectful, always open to communication, which earns you many acquaintances but perhaps few deep emotional bonds, leaving you somewhat detached. You're expressive, likely talking with your hands and body to drive your point home. With a Gemini Mercury, you're curious and talkative, overflowing with ideas and a penchant for witty, sarcastic communication. You enjoy delving into topics deeply and playfully, often expressing yourself through clever wordplay and puns.

🫧 cancer mercury

Cancer Mercuries are often misunderstood due to the crybaby stereotype, but they're much more than that. They have a knack for sensing emotions, especially in their loved ones, and their words carry a depth that reflects their own experiences and wounds. They have a remarkable memory for emotional moments, often recalling cringey or painful events vividly while forgetting trivial details easily. These folks lean towards introversion and need plenty of alone time to recharge, thriving best among their loved ones. Clear communication is crucial with them as they can sense insincerity. Despite their emotional nature, they keep their feelings guarded and may use self-deprecating humor to deflect. Once they trust you, though, they're fiercely loyal and offer comfort and support with their words. With a Cancer Mercury, communication is deeply compassionate and intuitive, rooted in empathy and a desire to nurture and support others. They express themselves poetically and creatively, understanding others' pain and offering unwavering support.

🫧 leo mercury

Individuals with Leo Mercury express their love and affection through communication, showing warmth and making others feel like instant best friends. They can get obsessive about their interests and crushes, giving them intense focus. In learning environments, they need joy and fun to stay engaged. They value actions over words, so if you claim to love them, you better show it. Their charming communication style attracts attention, but they must be mindful of what they say as people tend to magnify their words. They're prone to checking up on loved ones frequently, regardless of how much time has passed, as attention is their love language. However, a downside is their reluctance to consider others' viewpoints, often believing they're always right. With Leo Mercury, communication is energetic, confident, and direct, with a charismatic and engaging flair. They enjoy being the center of attention and aren't afraid to assert themselves, making them natural leaders in communication.

🫧 virgo mercury

Virgo Mercuries are like the champions of communication, always making sure their words are well put together and hard to argue against, reminiscent of those kids who constantly won spelling bees. They're high achievers from a young age, constantly seeking logic and truth in everything, which can lead them to get lost in details and feel overwhelmed. Even in chaos, they handle things maturely with logic, earning them the reputation of wise advisors. However, their attention to detail can lead to overthinking, as they scrutinize even the smallest actions and texts, making it hard to deceive them. Suspicious by nature, they'll do thorough research, even stalking if needed, to uncover the truth. They should trust themselves more and boost their self-confidence to overcome intrusive thoughts. With a Virgo Mercury, communication is analytical and critical, driven by a desire for perfection and precision. They analyze everything before speaking, taking a methodical and logical approach that can sometimes lead to overthinking. Patience and self-discipline are key for them to manage their overactive minds effectively.

🫧 libra mercury

Libra Mercuries thrive on peace and harmony in their daily lives, feeling unsettled when things are out of order. While they're adept at seeing both sides of a story, they can get lost in trying to maintain balance. However, they've learned it's okay to embrace chaos occasionally, especially since they easily get bored. Despite their indecisive nature, they possess objective intelligence, making them skilled at solving problems from different perspectives, which suits careers in law or similar fields. Yet, their desire for justice can lead to complicated situations due to their reluctance to choose sides. This indecision may strain friendships, although they can also be seen as loyal and reliable if positively manifested. They have a thirst for knowledge and are drawn to what stimulates their minds, enjoying romance books or shows and even finding amusement in chaotic situations, despite not being naturally chaotic themselves. A positively manifested Libra Mercury is a great friend to have, always supportive and having your back. In communication, they're charming and balanced, adept at friendly and diplomatic interactions. They enjoy engaging with others, keeping conversations light and positive, and prefer to avoid confrontation or conflict, prioritizing harmony and balance in their relationships.

🫧 scorpio mercury

Scorpio Mercuries are enigmatic and hard to decipher. They're private and move in silence, carefully displaying only what they want others to see to avoid suspicion. With high emotional intelligence and intense intuition, they can easily fall into destructive thought patterns, including intrusive or sexual thoughts, and fear being exposed. Despite their suspicion of others' intentions, they strive to maintain a high vibrational image. In love, they're fiercely loyal and keep secrets close, but they can be ruthless if wronged. They delve deeply into thoughts, even overanalyzing simple problems and pondering existential questions. Their intuition often reveals truths they'd rather not know, making hiding things from them futile. Obsessed with what stimulates them, they can become stubborn and refuse to let go of harmful things. They find meaning in everything, holding onto items or information they believe will be useful. While loyal, they keep themselves guarded, trusting only themselves. Others may find them intimidating or blunt, and they enjoy playing with power due to their ability to easily gain trust. A Scorpio Mercury communicates sensitively and perceptively, reading into hidden meanings and subtext. They tend to keep their thoughts and feelings to themselves, balancing expression with restraint. They possess strong intuition and mental energy but may struggle with overthinking.

🫧 sagittarius mercury

Individuals with Sagittarius Mercury are warm and nonjudgmental, making others feel at home and giving them the best time of their lives. They're open-minded and objective, often surprising people with their vast knowledge and random facts, although they may feel insecure about their intelligence. They tend to see the best in everyone and can easily be taken advantage of due to their desire to do the right thing. They're great listeners and offer wise, unbiased advice, drawing people to them for venting sessions. Growing up, they were likely interested in solving larger problems, but they can get stressed easily and lost in knowledge and details. They're open to new experiences and friends but are put off by judgmental or arrogant people. They have a playful sense of humor and enjoy sharing random facts with friends, but they don't like being told what to do and can be unreliable if they're not truly interested in something. Their attention span is short, making it difficult to focus, and meditation may be challenging due to their constantly active minds. With Sagittarius Mercury, communication is playful and positive, marked by quick wit, humor, and a talent for uplifting conversations. They bring a bright and lively energy to any interaction, making people laugh and bringing joy to any situation.

🫧 capricorn mercury

Capricorn Mercuries are reserved and only share what's necessary, commanding respect with their directness, which can sometimes be mistaken for rudeness. They avoid drama and focus on their own pursuits, maintaining a private and reserved demeanor. Their knowledge comes from life experiences and karma, often shaped by past struggles and moments of loneliness. While typically kind, they have clear boundaries and won't hesitate to assert themselves when pushed too far. They're calculated and loyal, often taking on a protective role, especially with siblings. With a mature outlook on life, they exude old soul vibes and may seem like natural teachers. They excel at planning and methodical tasks, dedicating themselves fully to their responsibilities. Despite being social, they prioritize duty and future success over socializing, often retreating to recharge. They value trustworthiness and responsibility in others but have little tolerance for foolishness. Communication for Capricorn Mercuries is pragmatic and logical, characterized by a clear and ordered approach. They prefer speaking with precision and clarity, often overthinking decisions and striving for perfection.

🫧 aquarius mercury

Aquarius Mercuries possess vivid imaginations and creative minds, often thinking far ahead but struggling with simple concepts. They may excel in unconventional roles while finding day-to-day tasks boring and easily becoming distracted. Despite being social, they struggle to open up and may feel neglected or misunderstood for their ideas. Their innovative nature draws admiration, but they may attract copycats without calling them out due to their kind demeanor. They have a random but fun sense of humor, often sending memes or random comfort items. Their accepting nature and detachment make them intriguing to others, who are drawn to their unique perspective and lack of judgment. They may be interested in the occult or unconventional topics. Getting to know them is a hit or miss, as they either click with someone completely or don't connect at all. Communication for Aquarius Mercuries is unique and inventive, characterized by creative and original thinking, often outside the box. They may get lost in their thoughts and should strive for more grounded and effective communication.

🫧 pisces mercury

Pisces Mercuries possess vast knowledge and ideas but may struggle with insecurity and seek validation. They have an old, wise soul, often knowing things intuitively and feeling deeply. They are sacrificial and generous, prone to being taken advantage of due to their kindness. In love, they may overlook red flags and defend their passions fervently. Drawn to beauty and gentleness, they have a creative sense of humor and may struggle with mundane tasks. Their relationships with siblings can be complex, ranging from intuitive understanding to manipulation. When expressing their darker side, they can be manipulative or prone to self-deception. Words of affirmation are important to them, as they have a vivid imagination but are often misunderstood. Pisces Mercuries approach communication intuitively and emotionally, valuing creativity and empathy but sometimes struggling with logic and detail.

texting style of signs. 🤳🏻

water mercuries love crying/skull emojis as a cancer mercury i always find myself using crying emojis lol.

yall will find virgo mercuries communicating through email more than normal chats.

scorpio & pisces mercury = LOVE DEEP TALKS

fire mercuries and them wanting to communicate as fast as they get a thought that they would like to share with their friends.

sagittarius mercury would text you randomly and make plans with you that instant and the next thing you know is you are going out at 3am in the morning for a ride but where to you have no idea.

gemini mercury and them leaving comments under reels and getting thousand likes on it. Then they also will come and blab about it to their friends but would forget to show you the comment only and leave. LOL

aries mercuries are FAST TYPERS like while talking to them you'll have to figure your way through their typos.

Fire mercuries = using NO CAPS.

Capricorn mercury/venus will make sure to to set a time on their calendar to text you and would do it everyday without slacking and if they forget once in awhile to text you they will feel so bad about it. (applies when they are really close with someone)

taurus mercury either forgets to reply or they saw it ring. (specially if they are in their zone relaxing)

libra mercuries are very harmonious texter idk how to put it in better words lol...like i've seen libra mercuries engaging in text fights though they are the one to come and try sought it out with their rationality.

aquarius mercuries and getting to know them through chats is hella hard because either they text you one day and then you won't see them for couple business days or they'll text you litreally anything but talk about themselves.

also if your close to aquarius mercury then they'll prefer call over text.

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onlyjaeyun · 6 months

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 – 𝟐𝟏

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲

↬ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

↬ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬!𝐀𝐔, 𝐂𝐄𝐎!𝐉𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

↬ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟒𝐤

↬ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐥'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐄𝐎.

"Are you sure we're at the right address, Sir?"

His chauffeur's question barely makes its way to his consciousness, as Jongseong allows his gaze to nervously and curiously roam the parts of Seoul he's never been to before.

As a business man he's definitely seen most of his favorite and most important capital, yet it genuinely feels like stepping foot into a whole new city.

All of a sudden and for the first time in his life, Jongseong simply can't recognize the place he was born and raised in, the capital he's always loved and appreciated. All of a sudden and for the first time in his life he genuinely feels out of place.

"Yes, it's the apartment complex right here", is the only thing he manages to say before the car comes to a halt and he finds himself in the midsts of Seoul's other kind of night life.

Despite the time being quite late, there are children and teenagers out on the street, laughing and playing together, a group of old man comfortably seated in front of a random little restaurant as the old women are slowly starting to close their shops.

Jongseong doesn't know what he expected when he had spontaneously decided to join his driver to pick you up, especially since you had already told him about where your apartment is located, yet it absolutely didn't prepare him for the reality of it.

It's not like he's never been to the less wealthy parts of Seoul, but for some reason he can't help but doubt the safety of it.

The thought of his pretty girl having to take the bus at late times with all these possible dangers lingering around has his head spinning with worry.

There's absolutely no way he'll let you go home by yourself ever again after this.

With a harsh gulp, Jongseong gets out of the car, the boys' and young men's attention quickly shifting to him as he shoots his body guard a firm gaze to stop him from following the way he'd usually do it. Because for some reason, Jay feels like he doesn't need him in his back in this particular situation.

"Oh, damn", one of the boys yells as soon as his eyes meet Jongseong's, his face quickly giving away just how young he is, however his height as well as the proportions of his body making him seem like they're the same age, "seems like Y/N's finally getting over that stupid asshole!"

His words leave the young CEO speechless.

Why does he know you? And why the fuck is he all up in your business to the point where he actually knows things about your personal life in such great detail?

Jongseong can't help but wonder if you've managed to create bonds to these young men, and as he thinks about the possibility of it, he knows it's nothing too unrealistic, as you usually tend to treat every single human being the exact same way, no matter who they are or where they come from.

"I like him the most so far", another boy yells, a little older than the other ones yet still young enough to be in school, "he actually looks like he'll treat her well."

For a short moment, Jay tries his best to understand whether or not this is actually happening because despite how overwhelmed he is, he feels way more comfortable than he would have ever expected to.

"Y/N and I are just – friends", Jay suddenly says, a soft smile on his lips and the way all boys are quick to reciprocate the sweet gesture melts his heart on the spot, "I'm here to pick her up."

"Nah, you guys aren't friends", the first boy chuckles, "you like her more than that, am I right?"

This time he simply can't hold back a little chuckle in response to the boy's playful words and yet all he does is shrug his comment off.

"What's your name? Might as well let us know since you'll obviously come around a lot more from now on."

For a moment, Jongseong hesitates. Not because he doesn't trust the boys but rather because for the first time in his life, he doesn't want people to know what reputation his name comes with.

"Jay", is what he decides on, "I'll make sure to get to know you all as well next time, but for now I gotta pick her up. The host of tonight's dinner we're invited to is incredibly stingy when it comes to being on time."

The boys nod, some of them shoot Jongseong another row of smiles whereas the older ones seem suspicious and mischievous. And as Jay comes to stand in front of the apartment building's front door, he carefully looks for your name on one of the tags before ringing your bell and silently praying that you won't speak to him through the speaker bur rather just buzz him in instead.

To his luck you're way too stressed and in a rush to actually care about who you're letting into the apartment complex. After almost two three of living here, you've grown used to the random ringings on your doorbell because one of the kids has forgotten their keys again or a random neighbor asking you for leftovers, especially towards the end of the month when the money situation gets a little critical for everyone.

Ever since you've started working for The Park Company, you've been earning way more than most people in your complex and since you have nobody but yourself to take care of, you love giving the rest to the people in your community.

To some people it might be too much but these exact people were the ones who took great care of you throughout the few times you spent jobless and on the actual edge of poverty, barely making ends meet.

It's a great privilege and honor to finally give back to them and there's nobody in this neighborhood you're not genuinely grateful for.

It takes Jay a little longer than five minutes to find his way to your door, the middle aged lady at the end of the hallway quickly letting out an amused laugh upon seeing the tall CEO desperately looking for the right way to go before finally helping him.

And as soon as he lifts his hand to knock on your door, he feels his heartbeat picking up its pace in no time, thrumming in his throat as the blood rushes in his ears and easily blends out every single other noise.

You can't help but be a little surprised as soon as you realise that there's actually someone on the other side of your door since you weren't really expecting anyone and are pretty sure Mr. Park's driver didn't feel the need to come all the way up to your apartment.

With only one boot on your feet and your lips half way lined, you swing the door open and find yourself standing in front of none other than your boss.

The sight of Park Jongseong in your complex hallway feels surreal, like it's nothing but a mentally created image and the longer you stare at him, the more intimated you feel. This block, this part of the city, your life – none of these things are made for people who were fed with silver spoons the second they came to this world and even if you don't feel ashamed or embarrassed, you definitely feel a little shy and yet defensive about it.

If it wasn't for the initial shock, you would have easily missed the way his eyes widen just the tiniest bit and for a moment you're not sure if he actually just gasped for air, but with him you usually tend to read too much into his behavior, so without giving it another thought you take a deep breath.

"I'm so sorry for making you wait, Sir", you say and start fumbling with the little belt of your rather small black dress, too nervous to make eye contact as you feel his dark eyes roaming your body almsot shamelessly.

"I didn't know you would be the one to pick me up."

"Don't worry about it", Jongseong says and clears his throat, every single drop of blood finding its way into his cock, "I wanted to make it a surprise."

His words leave you flabbergasted.

And from the sudden nervousness grazing his features you're pretty sure you haven't done a good job at hiding your reaction.

Jongseong doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, yet he simply has no idea what to say.

You look like you came straight out of his biggest fantasies, your whole demeanor is what he's been dreaming about for the past few weeks and besides that one night at Heeseung's new club he's never been in your presence outside of work.

For some reason he kind of expected this to be a little easier, but at the end of the day all of his worries and doubts have become reality.

"Call me Jay, please", he suddenly blurts and looks at you with his pretty eyes roaming your face, "I think we're past the point of you constantly addressing me as 'Sir' and by my last name."

"But...you're my boss", you whisper and start playing with your favorite necklace, but still too shy to look him kn the eyes, "I don't want to be unprofessional or inappropriate."

"Y/N, I–", but Jongseong doesn't get the opportunity to finish his sentence as his phone starts ringing and the custom ringtone lets him know exactly who it is.

"It's Hoonie", he sighs and pulls the device out of his pocket, not yet picking up the call, "I'll be here waiting for you to get ready. No need to rush yourself."

All you do is nod before turning around and quickly looking for your second shoe as well as finishing the last touch ups on your make up.

For a single second you actually consider inviting him inside but you're not ready for your boss to see your tiny little apartment. This time it is a little bit of shema which kind of hoods you back because compared to his big penthouse, your place is as big as his home office.

Once you've finally finished getting yourself ready and actually presentable, you try your best not to stare at your boss who's currently talking to his best friend, leaning against the wall and looking absolutely out of place and yet like he actually fits into the whole picture perfectly.

With a soft sigh you throw away all of those little thoughts and glimpses of hope before locking your door and waiting for Jongseong to join you.

You're too nervous, too anxious and excited to actually hear what he's saying to Hoonie on the phone and as soon as he pulls it away from his ear, you find yourself gasping for air at the mesmerizing sight of Park Jongseong.

He's not wearing his usual three piece but the casual version of his daily outfit. Few of the buttons on the top of his white dress shirt unbuttoned, revealing just the right amount of chest as the blazer hugs his strong biceps in just the right places. You don't let your eyes find their way to his legs because you know the sight of his thick thighs in those black slacks are going to drive you insane. Riding and using them for your own pleasure being one of your personal favorite fantasies.

Neither one of you says a single word as you make your way to the car, the cold November air hitting you a lot harder than expected and now you're absolutely regretting your choice of jacket.

You quickly check up on your boys, who have obviously been waiting for you two to come downstairs, before they all shoot Jay a knowing look and an appreciative nod of acknowledgment, which you would have missed if you hadn't been attentively watching your boss's reaction to the kids of your block.

With a soft smile, Jay opens the door to his car, making sure you're comfortably seated before making his way to the other side.

You're quick to start a conversation with his bodyguard, since the two of you have been spending just as much time with each as you have with Jay himself and for some reason he can't help but feel a sense of relief hit him.

You're here with him. You're in his car and he finally gets to take the tiniest bit of care of you, something he's been daydreaming about for so long.

You can feel his eyes burning through your skin and you can't even deny how much you're enjoying it. Knowing he actually seems to like what he sees has the butterflies in your tummy go absolutely crazy, despite your many attempts to kill them off completely. There's just something about Park Jongseong which seems to turn the easiest things into the biggest challenges.

"Y/N, I've thought a little about the rules I've set up for you in my office and have decided to abandon most of them", Jongseong suddenly says and when you turn your head to meet his strong gaze, you're surprised to see that he genuinely seems nervous.

"Oh?" You look at him with raised eyebrows, your hands neatly folded in your lap and all of a sudden you feel a lot less anxious than just a few seconds ago.

There's just something about him, which never fails to esse your mind, yet you still struggle to put a name on it.

"I've talked to Yeonie and the boys about this quite a lot and have realised that most of these rules were rather ridiculous. You can wear whatever you want and personalise your desk however you see fit. Please also don't hesitate to call or text me whenever you need something, anything, really. I want you to see how much I appreciate your hard work and you've never done anything to make me doubt your abilities, which is why those rules are kind of nonsense."

You can't help but be a little iverwhelmed because not only has he never been this casual and smiley around you before but the fact he actually gave these things another thought to the point where he felt the need to talk to his friends about makes you feel incredibly seen and appreciated.

"That is really, really thoughtful of you, Sir, thank you so much", you say calmly and are surprised just how well you're hiding the excitement currently rushing through your body.

"I'm also going to organise a company car for you because I don't feel comfortable having you take the bus every single day after working so hard", this one Jongseong was the most nervous about. His urge to lay the world to your feet has been absolutely overwhelming and after quite a little bit of arguing back and forth with Sunghoon, the lawyer had managed to put the company car idea into the CEO's head instead of his initial idea of letting you live rent free in one of Seoul's most expensive apartments.

"That is not–", but Jongseong is determined and as soon as he cuts your words, you know there's no room for discussion left.

"It is necessary. Please, Y/N, let me do this for you. You work so hard snd you try your very best, at all times. Allow me to take care of you, it's the least I can do to show you my appreciation."

Fucking Park Jongseong.

Why the fuck did he have to pull the 'taking-care-of-you' card when literally every other explanation would have been the better choice? Because now that little voice you've been suppressing for the past few days, telling you that your boss isn't as neutral about you as he claims to be, has basically gotten a freeway ticket to freedom and you know it's going to be the only one up there for the next who knows how long.

"Thank you, Sir, I really appreciate this", you whisper and look away, whereas Jay refuses to look anywhere but you. He's been forcing himself to avoid you in any way possible for the past three months, he would never let an opportunity like this go to waste.

"Please, Y/N, let's try and be a little less formal with each other, yeah? I know I've been super keen on keeping everything strictly business but realising how much time we actually spend with each other has changed my mind", he says calmly, this time obviously a little hesitant. Jongseong doesn't want to let his intentions be known right away but rather ease you into it.

He rejected just a few weeks ago, no matter how badly he wants to dive head first into this and just tell you how crazy you've been driving him, he knows he has to slow it down for the sake of your mental and emotional well-being.

"I'll try my best to use your first name but I am afraid I won't get rid of the 'Sir' as easily", you chuckle nervously and carefully watch his reaction, only to regret your decision because the way he oh so obviously lets his eyes fall to your lips and back up has your blood boiling with arousal.

"That's okay", Jay replies calmly, "I like to hear that one from you anyway."

As if destiny heard the sirens in your head going off in response to his flirty little comment, the car comes to a stop and before you can actually think of a verbal answer, Jay's bodyguard has already opened your door.

The following hour is filled withw ay too many hugs and handshakes as Hoonie makes sure to introduce you to everyone you're not familiar with and by the time you finally get the opportunity to sit down, your friends are already all over you.

You don't tell them about your conversation with your boss, too shy and embarassed but also a little scared someone might hear and for some reason their lack of knowledge eases your nerves and soothes your anxiety in the best way possible.

It's a rather small gathering with about twenty people, most of whom you know, which makes the evening so much more bearable than you had initially expected.

The fact that your boss can barely keep his eyes off of you doesn't help much with your nervousness but you can't even deny how much you're liking it.

Every time one of his or your own boys comes a little too close to you, Jay physically tenses up to the point where you can actually watch the way his knuckles start turning white from his tight grip on the table when Jungwon pulls you into a silly little bear hug.

For a while, you completely forget about your actual relation to Park Jongseong. In this moment, you're just two adults with way too much chemistry and sexual tension and it feels like neither one of you is trying to suppress or run away from it.

You can't help but feel a little bit silly for gaining hope yet again but for some reason tonight feels different. Jay's never been this relaxed and casual around you, seeing him interact with his friends in such an environment is something you've honestly daydreamed about and to see it become reality seems surreal.

To your surprise, you find yourself seated next to none other than the man who's been messing with your head for the past three months and as the official dining part of Sunghoon's birthday dinner is about to start, Jongseong casually pulls your chair out for you to sit.

Nothing but a whispered thank you falls past your lips as you try your very best to stay calm but as soon as your gaze meets your group of friends, you know exactly how well that attempt went.

You don't let the girls' wide eyes and smiles as well as the boys shocked facial expressions get to you, the only person you allow yourself to indulge in is your boss, who's been more than just adamant about having a proper conversation with you.

It doesn't take long for his boys to chime in this time and even if he can hide his annoyance very well, he knows their actual intentions. With a soft sigh, Jay decides to pull himself out of your argument about which kind of stew is the best and why, his eyes never once averting from you as they take in your breathtaking beauty.

Maybe it's because he hasn't allowed himself to actually look at you in person or maybe it's because he wanted to maintain the mental and emotional distance to you, but regardless of the reasoning, Jongseong realises that up until tonight he's never fully comprehend just how beautiful you are.

Everything about your facial expressions, from the way you raise your eyebrows or scrunch your nose, as well as your brsathtaking smile and your incredibly adorable laughter simply blows him away.

He dowsn't even realise that Jake as well as Heeseung have gone back to their seats until you tilt your head to the side and meet his curious gaze.

"Hoonie's gonna hold a speech, Jay", you say softly and never once in his life has he loved the sound of someone saying his first name as much as this.

"Oh, right, sorry", he replies quickly and clears his throat, his cheeks filling with blood as embarassmenr overwhelms him, so to avoid an even worse moment, he simply turns around to face his best friend, who's just a single shot away from being absolutely drunk, yet makes sure to hold his yearly birthday dinner speech.

And as the waiters serve the appetizers and side dishes, you finally have a moment of absolute peace, only for the constant vibration of your phone to disturb you.

For some "unknown" reason you're so not in the mood to talk to Jiwoong. It's not line you're going to cancel the date over a simple conversation you probably misinterpreted yet again but talking to him on a night where your boss gives you his actual attention just doesn't feel right.

And on top of that you really don't feel like being on your phone all the time.

With a soft sigh you put your phone right between your own plate and Jay's, knowing he might notice the unnecessary high amount of messages you're receiving and all you can do is hope that he won't actually comment on it.

"Someone seems to really need your attention right now", Jongseong suddenly says and he has no idea why he actually decided to say anything because as soon as he got a single glimpse of the contact name a few minutes ago, his blood has been boiling with rage and jealousy.

It's not like he has the right to feel the way he does but the mere thought of you with that loser of a man makes him want to take you back to his place and claim you in the most intimate way possible.

You're his and he'll make sure to let every single fucker on this planet know about it as soon as possible.

However, until he's made sure he's won you over again, Jay has no choice but to accept your decisions.

And for now, Jong doesn't mind. He's known to be a patient man. He knows exactly when and how he has to handle these things, if he didn't he would have never made it this far.

He'll just make sure to have you forget about every single one of your little boy toys once you let him back into your heart.

"Well, I've got great company here and it'd be a shame if I wasted a night like this by staring at my phone the whole time, right?"

Your response it witty and slightly sassy, your smile actually cheeky and even if Jay knows it's the few glasses of champagne talking, he can't hold back the little chuckle regardlessly.

"Exactly", he says calmly and holds his whiskey glass up, waiting for you to react to his offer and as soon as you xlink your own against his, that heaviness on his chest seems to get just light enough for him to take a deep breath.

And as he watches you burst into loud laughter because of Sunghoon's random childhood story, he knows he has to have you. There's no way he's going to back away ever again until you're his and his only.

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(A/N: I know this one's a little boring BUT it's super important because from now on Jay's finally about to act on those feelings and not just write them down and be all grumpy about the whole situation. I just wanted to thank you all for the love and support, you guys never fail to make me feel so loved and appreciated and it's everything to me. Sending everyone the fattest kiss! Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!!!!🤍🧸)

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daisynik7 · 7 months

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hello it's me again not sure if it's alright to request one more (literally just ignore this if not) and its also not y2k but i'd like to request work song by hozier for nanami especially "no grave can hold my body down, i'd crawl home to her" angst with a happy ending during/post shibuya (no dying please) and reader is also a healer like shoko

thank you so much and congrats again 🫶🏼

Work Song

No grave can hold my body down, I’ll crawl home to her

Pairing: Nanami x f!reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

cw: mentions of d*ath, bl*od, burn injuries, canon-divergent, set in the canon-universe during the Shibuya Incident Arc, MAJOR spoilers up to Shibuya Arc, angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship, happy ending

Summary: You’re a healer working with Shoko inside the medical tent at Shibuya Station while Nanami, your boyfriend, is in the line of fire for the battle ahead. After an especially life-threatening attack, Nanami, on the brink, runs into an old friend, who helps guide him back home.

Author’s Note: @75songs thank you so much for sending in another request for the y2k karaoke party, always appreciate your love and support! I ADORE this song and have honestly always thought it was perfect for Nanami. I am an anime only and am not caught up with season 2 yet, so I didn’t want to read too much into what exactly happens during this arc, so some of the details may be inaccurate, just a heads up. This one got me in my feelings. I will forever hold a grudge against Gege for what they did to Nanami. Anyways, likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated! Thanks so much for reading! Divider by @/saradika.

October 31st. Maybe in another timeline, another reality, you and Nanami would be celebrating Halloween tonight, passing colorful candies and decadent chocolates to kids going door-to-door across the neighborhood. You’d force him to dress up in a silly costume, one that matches yours, despite his reluctance at first. Deep down, you know he likes this; domestic bliss, especially with you. The idea that the two of you could live a peaceful life together, away from the dangerous world of curses and Jujutsu sorcery. You discuss it constantly, dream about it, strive for it. A few more years, he says, and he’ll retire. There’s still more work to be done, people to be saved.

You’re inside the medical tent beside Shoko, helping her set up the cots, anticipating injured sorcerers to arrive soon with the battle underway. Masamichi Yaga, Jujutsu High’s principal, stands guard outside, determined to keep the medical team, especially Shoko, safe from any posing threats. There’s no way to know what’s happening until people start arriving, in need of medical attention. You’re a healer too, but not nearly as skilled as Shoko, your mentor. Still, she encourages you to join them tonight, needing all the help they can get.

“Are you feeling okay?” she asks, setting up the last bed. Observant as ever, she notices your quiet demeanor.

You nod, giving her a weak, unconvincing smile. “Yeah.”

“Nanami is going to be fine,” she assures you, sensing the root of your anxiety. “When this is all done, the two of you should take a vacation together.”

Relaxing a bit, you reply, “We already have our trip to Malaysia planned in a few months.”

She smiles kindly. “There you go. Something to look forward to.”

Her words ease some of the tension, but there’s dread settling in the pit of your stomach, and it won’t go away until you see Nanami again in one piece.

The waiting game finally ends as soon as the first wounded sorcerer shows up in the tent, initiating nonstop chaos. You assist Shoko diligently, making sure everything is prepared for her to perform her Reverse Cursed Technique for those who need it, and patching up those who don’t, with less severe injuries. You’re constantly on the lookout to see a familiar face, trying to get an update on what’s happening out there. None comes, until you see Kiyotaka Ijichi limping towards the entrance, blood spread across his shirt. You and Shoko rush towards him, carrying him over your shoulders, leading him to an empty cot, gently laying him down.

Shoko, showing panic on her face for the first time all night, inspects him carefully. “Ijichi, can you hear me?” She’s always had a soft spot for him, often telling you how endearing she finds him, always a nervous wreck in front of her. Seeing him like this is surely jarring, even for her, who’s as tough as nails.

He nods weakly, mumbling something incoherent, blood sputtering from his mouth. You remove the shattered glasses from his eyes, wiping his lips with gauze. Shoko starts to work on him, directing you to check on the other patients. Before you can follow orders, you feel his weak grip on your wrist. You turn to face him, focused on his lips as he quietly utters, “Nanami.”

Your ears perk up at the mention of your boyfriend’s name, leaning in closer to hear the rest of what he has to say, taking his time through labored breaths. “He…saved…me…”

You do your best to keep your composure, nodding at him silently, blinking away the tears welling in your eyes. Unsure how to respond, you leave them, going to the other side of the tent to check on the remaining sorcerers.

With everyone else in stable condition, you take a minute outside the tent to sob into your hands, praying that Nanami is still alive. Unaware of your surroundings, you’re startled when Yaga approaches, his large figure sitting beside you. “You alright?”

You wipe away your sniffles on your sleeve. “Just…nervous.”

He crosses his arms over his chest, sighing. “Yeah, I get it. But Nanami is one of our strongest sorcerers. I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

Again, more words of comfort, but not enough to ease the nervous flutter in your belly. Yaga recognizes this and adds, “Nanami would fight through the fires of hell instead of letting himself die. Not because he wants to live for himself. But because he wants to live for you.”

You face him now, processing his statement. He chuckles, lifting his sunglasses to meet your gaze. “That man has never been so smitten in his life. He’d crawl out his grave just to be with you, I guarantee it.”

~~~

The last thing Nanami remembers is desperately wishing he was in Malaysia with you instead of at Shibuya Station right now. He wakes up, sitting in one of the seats on the platform. It’s eerily quiet with no one in sight. The distinct sounds of trains on the rails or the hustle and bustle of people moving along is strangely absent, and it occurs to Nanami that this may be a dream.

He's sure of it when he feels a nudge to his side, turning to face Yu Haibara sitting next to him. There’s a warm smile on his boyish face, dressed in his Jujutsu High uniform, exactly as he was many years ago when Nanami last saw him, alive and well. The same bright, earnest eyes he remembers vividly of his best friend. He swallows hard, an uneasy feeling surrounding him. Is he seeing a ghost? Or is this the afterlife?

Haibara laughs, and Nanami is snapped out of his reverie and taken immediately back to 2006, when he first met his friend during orientation. He can’t help but grin, happy to see him still so lively. “Well, aren’t you going to greet your old friend, Nanami?”

Nanami does, hugging him, astonished to feel him in his arms almost like a real person. Almost. “What are you doing here?”

“Just came to visit you, that’s all.”

Nanami lets him go, studying him carefully, looking for any signs of decay. When he spots none, he asks him, “Am I dead?”

Haibara shakes his head. “Not quite. But you’re pretty damn close.”

“I am?”

“Yeah. So you better hurry and get home quick.” Haibara points towards the railings, now illuminated at one end by a blinding flash of light. “Yuji’s waiting for you.”

“Itadori? How do you know – “

Haibara then says your name with a big smile. “Yeah, I know her too. They’re all waiting for you, Nanami. You don’t want to keep them waiting any longer, do you?”

It takes a while for Nanami to get up, and when he does, he’s off balance, legs wobbly, body unsteady. Haibara helps him, offering his shoulder, the two of them walking slowly towards the light. “I really like her, you know. Your girlfriend.”

“You do?” Nanami asks, hobbling beside him.

“Yeah. She’s really nice, really pretty, and she eats a lot, especially with you,” he chuckles. “You know how much I like that.”

“Yeah I do.”

“And I’m a good judge of character, so I think she’s perfect for you. If that means anything,” he says, proudly.

“It does. It means a lot.” They’re near the edge of the platform now and Nanami will have to hop down to reach the end of the tunnel.

“Are you going to marry her soon?” Haibara asks, pausing just before the edge.

Nanami nods, grinning. “I’m planning to propose during our vacation in Malaysia.”

“Good. Good.”

He’s tempted to stay longer, wanting a few more moments with his friend, but he knows that time is ticking. He hugs him again, squeezing him tight. “Take care, Haibara.”

“You too, Nanami. I’ll be looking out for you.”

His chest constricts, jumping off the platform, landing roughly on the railings, blinking away the tears in his eyes. It’s sweltering now, the light emitting an intense heat from within. He gives Haibara one last glance, cherishing the happy expression on his face as he waves goodbye to him before walking into the light.

Seconds later, Nanami wakes up with a gasp of breath, vision blurred, a droning pounding beating against his ear drums. It soon fades and only Yuji’s panicked voice yelling from behind him is heard. He’s being dragged by the armpits, away from the battle. Smoke radiates from his entire form, and he can barely move. In fact, he can barely feel anything at all.

They reach the medical tent, Itadori yelling for help the whole way. Yaga is the first to reach them, his usual calm demeanor wavering at the sight of Nanami, body half-burned from the explosion. They carrying him delicately inside, resting him on the only empty cot left. He wants to close his eyes; he’s so exhausted, and sleep is the only thing to bring him peace right now. That, or you.

As if his prayers were heard, you appear at his side, truly a vision, even while you sob for him, holding his mangled hand in yours, begging for him to stay with you. He can die happy now, seeing your face, knowing that you’re here, alive, heart beating, surviving. Can he do the same? Can he survive this? All he knows is that he’s trying with every fiber he has left in his being. He won’t leave you, not like this. Not without experiencing life on the outside with you.

It’s in this moment that he vows to endure. Even if he has to crawl out of his grave to do it, he’s determined to be with you again.

~~~

November 1st. Maybe in another timeline, another reality, Nanami is gone. Not in this one, though. Instead, you sit beside him, healed and in one piece thanks to Shoko, fingers laced with his, careful not to squeeze too tightly. Yuji and Ino are at his other side, talking animatedly about how amazing Nanami was the entire fight, and all he can do is lay there, smiling. Happy to be alive. Happy to be with you.

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stay-dazed · 8 months

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stray kids as dads

notes: female reader, and you're married here. so sorry if anything came out repetitive!

chan: chan, as anyone would have expected, is an amazing father, thanks in part to raising 7 other men for a living. you're so happy to see your husband and your son taime bond together over the years, especially over chan's favorite thing - music. he takes taime to the studio fairly regularly, where uncle jisung and changbin are so excited to see him that they barely get any work done. and when chan works from home, taime joins him by sitting on his lap and asking him tons of questions about how all the colorful tabs on his laptop works.

chan patiently answers all his questions, even if he's answered some before, since taime's only 7 years old and he doesn't always remember what chan's told him. making music is pretty complicated after all. but taime still shows a ton of interest, and always says he wants to grow up to be a singer just like his appa.

chan really is a great dad. he's very patient and always willing to help his child when he needs it, although he doesn't always make problems just go away. he may just try to guide taime through it so he can learn to make good decisions for himself as he grows. he's also very playful with taime. they love to play-wrestle, play any sport together since chan grew up incredibly athletic himself, race each other, and so on.

actually one of chan's favorite ways they race together is when they come home from running an errand or from picking taime up from school, and they run inside to give you a big hug. you just love it when they do that, because it makes you feel so loved and appreciated. the hug may catch you off guard while you're busy working around the house, and it may almost knock you over now and again, but you wouldn't ever miss a hug from your favorite boys.

"okay, buddy, ready to see who can give mom the biggest hug first?"

minho: while minho wasn't initially expecting to be a father, at least not anytime soon, he still became a great dad to your daughter, jimin. she's 3 now and absolutely has minho wrapped around her little finger, though he'd never admit to that. she loves to play dress-up with her appa, adding clips and bows to his hair, messily painting his nails, and putting shaky lip tint onto his lips. and the entire time minho just sits there patiently, smiling at jimin's excited expression and encouraging her with," i'm sure i look very pretty, sweetie. thank you." his face drops if he ever catches you laughing, though.

jimin also loves having lazy days, and minho never argues with that on the days he gets off from work. they'll both stay in their pajamas all day, watch cartoons, eat sweets for their meals, and take naps. actually the lock screen on your phone is a photo of them sleeping together; jimin in her little pink pajama set laying on her appa's chest comfortably, a little pigtail in both of their hair.

but what makes minho happiest is watching jimin play with the fuzzy trio - soonie, doongie, and dori. she'll take one of the feather toys and play with them for hours, if they have the energy. and minho could watch the entire time, sipping on his coffee and taking a couple videos. he's just so happy she loves the cats as much as he does.

"jimin, baby, can you look at the camera? hi pretty! can you smile for me?"

changbin: changbin was so ready and so excited to be a father. he just knew he'd be a great dad, with how understanding and good at listening he is. and sure enough, he became a rock for your 4 year old daughter nari. whenever she's crying over things important to her, like spilling her juice or missing her favorite show on pbs, he listens closely to her while wiping her tears away with his thumb. he then reassures her that he understands exactly why she's upset, and that things will be okay. he'll just refill her juice or put on another show she loves.

changbin really is nari's superhero. you can just tell how much she looks up to him already. like the time she accidentally tripped and hit her head against the leg of a chair. she cried and ran to her appa, holding her arms open for changbin to pick her up, which he did immediately. he held her safe against his chest and looked closely at her head to make sure everything was okay. after confirming it just left a bump, he rocked her back and forth, saying softly," it's okay aegi, you'll be okay." you came in from the backyard to see him rocking her in his arms.

she looked up at him with starry eyes, slowly calming down. eventually, she actually fell asleep in his arms, completely forgetting about the pain. you smiled watching them. he's a superhero to you too.

"want me to kiss it better, aegi?"

hyunjin: you could tell just how ecstatic your husband was to have a little baby girl, only a month old by now. hyunjin holds joon in his arms as often as he can, of course without taking her away from her time with you. he has a gentle, adoring look in his eyes as he watches her sleep, all swaddled up and comfy. he'll sit in silence for a bit before expressing a random thought like," she has your nose, love" and "do you think she's dreaming right now? what do babies dream about?"

he's told you before about how he's nervous if he'll be a good father or not, but you have full confidence in him. he's such a patient and loving person, as well as so protective of your little girl. and you can just see so clearly the excitement he has when doing simple everyday things, like helping you choose her clothes every morning and buckling her up in her carseat, babytalking to her the entire time. you can also see how he's especially happy when showing her off to people. he just beams with pride as they coo over her and say sweet things like," oh she's so beautiful, just like her eomma."

it's the best when watching the members argue to see who can hold joon first, and who she'll consider to be the best uncle. you and hyunjin both relax against the couch, leaning against each other and fighting the sleepiness that creeps up after many sleepless nights. you watch chan hold joon, cooing at her while jisung looks over his shoulder and makes silly faces. joon will be raised surrounded by so much love and support, and you couldn't be more thankful

"my mom picked out the socks she's wearing. aren't they so cute- changbin, make sure you support her head. i know you know, i'm just reminding you."

jisung: jisung was so nervous to become a father, wondering if he could really raise a child well. but even then he couldn't hide his excitement. he just couldn't believe he actually had a son of his own that would be looking up to him. junseo, who's now 2, is truly the light of jisung's life. (besides you, of course.) both of you, like many parents, had to learn through trial and error, but jisung is honestly just the perfect father in your eyes.

he's patient and loving, and lots of fun. your son can be heard giggling all day long as jisung plays with him and bbama, or tickles him just to hear that happy sound. he does the exact same thing in public. anything silly to make his baby boy laugh, even if people may look at him weird. you can just tell jisung's anxiety, while never fully gone, has decreased significantly since becoming comfortable as a father. he's no longer nervous ordering for himself and his family at restaurants, and he takes junseo to his doctor appointments on his own when you're busy visiting a friend.

he still panics just a little whenever junseo falls and scrapes his knee or catches a cold, but even then he's fantastic at fixing him up. jisung will carefully clean out and put a bandaid on the owie, and of course kiss it better, and he takes time to learn to cook meals that help battle a cold. jisung is just growing so much and you're so happy and grateful to be there to see it happen.

and like chan, he takes his son to the studio with him in order to raise him around music. it's a little more difficult to concentrate than with chan's son since junseo is still really young and needs more attention to avoid him getting himself into too much trouble (which he gets from jisung, let's be honest.)

"hey junseo jagi, could you please not climb on the back of appa's chair? thank you. ... wait- no no, don't pull the wires!"

felix: felix knew since he was in highschool that he wanted to be a father. especially of a daughter, since the thought of having his own little girl had always appealed to him for some reason. and after a long and complicated birth process that occurred a month early, you both welcomed your son theo into the world. felix could do nothing but hold his tiny miracle baby, his teddy, in his arms and cry happy tears as you recovered in bed.

now theo's 5 years old and while he's smaller than other boys his age, he's still a little spitfire with enough energy and curiosity to last him a lifetime. and felix is still absolutely head over heels for him. on his days off, felix spends time with theo by watching cartoons with him, dancing to stray kids' songs with him, and baking with him which of course always leads to some sort of messy outcome. but at least they're really cute, right?

felix really is such a great father in your eyes, so gentle and amazing at teaching. the moments you catch them in just make your heart swell with so much happiness and gratitude. for example, the time you were watching out the kitchen window as felix showed theo a bug as they were playing outside, to encourage him to always be curious about the world he lives in.

or like right now. 8:30, theo's bedtime before starting his first day at kindergarten tomorrow. you find felix holding him safely in his arms, telling him a story in korean that his mom used to tell when he was theo's age. it's sentimental, as well as teaching theo to appreciate the cultures coming from both his parents. felix, just like you, is nervous about sending his baby to school tomorrow, but you know they're both so capable.

"okay teddy bear, time to go to sleep. you need to be well rested for tomorrow. i love you, son."

seungmin: similar to minho, seungmin never expected to be a father. like at all in his entire life. but when it happened unexpectedly, he was supported by family and his closest friends, and he gradually developed more confidence in himself. as each day with his little girl chin-sun passed by, seungmin felt more and more love and comfort. chin-sun brought him comfort.

she still does to this day, as she grows closer to turning 3 years old. you can see the comfort seungmin feels in the way he picks your little girl up to playfully spin her around, or the way he lets her wear his shirt after bathtime even if it's the size of a tent on her. the way he kisses her forehead every night after she falls asleep, and the way he sings to her at least once every day.

like right now, as it's cleanup time in chin-sun's play room before dinner, you can hear seungmin singing. it's a little distant over the bubbling of the food on the stovetop, but you know it by heart and hum along to yourself anyway. it's called "the cleanup" song and seungmin made it up himself to encourage your little girl to have fun while doing things she's supposed to do. there's songs for bathtime, bedtime, driving to grandma's house, and so on. it's so creative, and one of the cutest things you've ever seen your husband do.

you know that some people who don't know him well may find seungmin blunt or standoffish, but you know how he really is. he'd do anything for his two favorite girls, and he becomes a better dad day by day, if that's even possible.

"okay silly, time to go eat. you did a great job singing! you'll be just like your appa one day, right? i already bet your eomma that you will so."

jeongin: jeongin honestly never thought much about kids or having them. but the day you announced you were pregnant, he was immediately filled with determination to take very good care of his wife and child. he worked so hard right off the bat, like reading books on pregnancy and birthing or calling his dad to ask for advice on being one himself. of course as you were farther along in your pregnancy, the more protective jeongin got. he hardly let you do anything, because all he wanted was for you to relax and stay safe.

the day your son haneul came along, jeongin was just beaming with pride, and he told you multiple times how thankful he was to you for providing him with something so precious. that night in the hospital that you were kept in overnight just to be safe, jeongin once again promised himself to be the best father and husband he could ever be before dozing off in the rickety old chair placed right next to your bed.

now, a year later, haneul really is just one happy little boy. always smiling and giggling, and he absolutely loves giving people hugs and kisses. jeongin was never the overly affectionate type, but now all he loves to do is give his son some hugs and kisses. his uncles absolutely adore it as well and love to babysit him when possible. basically, haneul just has a way of making everyone around him happy.

you're so thankful your husband spends these happy moments with your son the most. little things like seeing jeongin pick cute little designer shoes for hanuel's outfits, or seeing him patiently let haneul climb all over him as he sits on the couch. it's just so sweet to see. jeongin really did turn out to be the amazing father he promised to be, didn't he?

"having fun, son? yeah? ah hannie, lift your leg a little bit, you got appa's hair."

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mochinomnoms · 7 months

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Hi, there (Again) 🌼

Second and last order:

Type: Romantic, fluff, hurt/comfort

Reader: Female but neutral it's okay 👍

Promt: "I think the local florist is in love with me. Their shop is making a killing off my Hanahaki. Do you think they'll give me a discount?"

With Sebek

I hope I haven't gone too far with the order request. But in case I exceeded you can discard my order but if not. Take your time and no pressure with My resquest, thank you 🌷💐✨

sebek zigvolt x f!reader [tags] – fluff, hurt/comfort [wc} – 2,820 prompt 5: “I think the local florist is in love with me. Their shop is making a killing off of my Hanahaki. Do you think they'll give me a discount?” note - hi (again)! this one scratched my brain real good and sebek is a fun character to write for. a floral inconvenience

stargazer lily – symbolizes love and passion. They are often given as romantic gestures or used in wedding bouquets to represent the purity and commitment of love.

“Eeugh, dude! Magic sicknesses suck!” You bemoaned, raising your voice to reach the person who stood guard outside the bathroom door.

“Hurry up! I don’t wish to miss any more of class because of you, human!” Sebek barked, making no effort to hide his annoyance.

Being the only girl at school had its perks. Most of the men were generally nicer with you, some of the ones raised more old-fashioned, like Riddle, were extra attentive to you and your comfort. Even Floyd handled you with more softness than he’d usually care for, though you think that was Azul’s doing.

This also meant that you had no locker rooms or restrooms for yourself, which became awkward fast for everyone involved. Soon a system was put in place where your classmates each period would rotate and act as your guard, barring anyone from entering the room, so you could change or use the restroom in peace.

Some were happy to help. Others…were less so.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m coming!” Rolling your eyes, you rinsed off your face and hands, grabbing the bunch of lilies.

Picking at the lily petals, you failed to see Sebek standing firmly guard directly in front of the restroom door. You stumbled into his back, making an ‘oof’ sound as he stumbled forward.

“Ack! Watch where you’re going human!” He turned to glare at you, eyebrows furrowing as he saw the lilies in your hand. “Did-did you bring those from out of the restroom?”

“Yes, I dragged you out in the middle of class to stand guard, just so I could grab a bunch of lilies from the boy's restroom.” you replied, deadpan.

You think you liked Sebek. He was abrasive, yes, but also honest and genuine to a fault. In a school full of half-lies and snide remarks, it was refreshing. Plus, Sebek still treated you the same regardless if you were a girl or not. You think he liked you too, since you were his only friend that would listen attentively to his rants about the ‘Young Master’ with little complaints.

He was passionate, expressive, and very easy on the eyes. What’s not to appreciate? He was also extremely easy to rile up, and admittedly you liked the attention.

Sebek gave you an unamused look, crossing his arms and huffing, “Do not patronize me! I don’t have to come accompany you! I’m doing this to not bring shame as the Young Master’s ward!”

“Actually, you do have to accompany me, this is your assigned week. Next week is one of the guys from Octavinelle.”

You shrugged as you walked past him to head back to class, the Sebek following.

“Anyways, I didn’t find them, I coughed them out.” You continued past him nonchalantly, looking over your shoulder and grinning as he paused. His face shifted from one of confusion to mild horror.

Cute.

“Let’s get back to class before Crewel—”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU COUGHED THEM OUT??? HUMAN, YOU NEED TO GO TO THE NURSE!”

Cackling you, started to quicken your pace, speed walking turning to a light jog as Sebek chased after you.

“Awww, are you worried about me? Hahaha—AH!”

Suddenly and swiftly, the distance between you and the ground grew as Sebek swiftly, and effortlessly, lifted you up and hoisted you over his shoulder. You choked and felt yourself going warm, feeling his left arm wrap over your waist to steady you as his right arm grabbed your legs. Presumably to keep you from kicking free.

“I will NOT be held responsible for you getting sick or hurt while on my watch, we are going to the infirmary, now!”

True to his word, Sebek dropped you off with the nurse and left back to class swiftly, though you weren’t sure why you were so disappointed by that.

The nurse told you that you had developed hanahaki, a magical flower sickness that developed due to one’s affections for another, usually due to an unawareness or denial of one’s feelings. It seemed that you were the former, as you had no clue who you apparently have a crush on.

You told the nurse as such, who was puzzled and unamused, calling you ‘emotionally stunted’ and prescribed you some potions to manage the symptoms until they died down or you figured out what your heart already knew.

Your friends were also unamused as you told them at lunch later that day. They were more than happy to bully you mid-tuna sandwich.

“How do you not know who you like?” Jack asked, twirling some pasta onto his fork.

“Yeah!” Ace nodded in agreement, pointing his spoon at you. “Are you really that dense to your own emotions?”

Epel piped in, “Yeah! How are you gonna get rid of the hanahaki if you can’t confess?!”

Deuce gasped, “Are you gonna be sick forever!?” He slammed his hands down on the table, looking distraught. “You’re gonna be sick forever, aren’t you!?”

“I don’t know, I don’t think about that sort of stuff!” You waved your hands in alarm, holding them up defensively. You made eye contact with Sebek, who was eerily quiet, staring at you with an emotion you couldn’t decipher. Maybe wonder at your stupidity.

“It’s fine, the nurse gave me some potions to help with the symptoms. She put me on a schedule to take them, speaking of that.”

You turned to address Sebek directly, “She told me to tell you that you’re responsible for picking them up and making sure I take the potions.”

“What!” Sebek yelled, drawing the attention of the entire cafeteria. You continued, unbothered.

“Yeah, she said it’s punishment for leaving me behind.” You imitated the nurse’s complaint from earlier, “she was like ‘just because this is an all-boy school doesn’t mean he can’t be a gentleman! Where are his manners? Boys are animals, not minding a young lady’ etcetera, etcetera.”

“B-but, I can’t! I—”

You interrupted, “I don’t know man, go ask her yourself!”

True to your word, when Sebek rushed over to the nurse to verify, she had given him a schedule. Even when he lamented that this would interfere with his duties as Malleus’s guard, she chastised him.

“This will teach you to be a nice young man to a nice young woman!”

He’s sure that if she saw the way you fought with some of the more aggressive students, she’d take the ‘nice’ of that.

Nevertheless, Sebek dutifully checked in every day with you, bringing the potions to you during mealtimes. He was annoyed at first, since you two didn’t share the same schedule being in different homerooms, minus the singular alchemy class you had in the afternoon. He had to go out of his way to check in on you during the day,

Surprisingly though, he didn’t complain nearly as much as you expected. He was quick to mother hen you, though, worried every time you’d cough up another lily.

When asked, Sebek told you that he was concerned that the flowers would choke you, and that ‘your magicless human body surely can’t handle a magical sickness’ so it would be better for you to get over it faster. For your own sake, of course.

He insisted that the faster you got over your symptoms, then the faster you could get over your “ridiculous affections” for the mystery person.

You found that, while mildly inconvenient, you could use the lilies to your advantage. Sam heard of your predicament, and eagerly told you that florists paid handsomely for hanahaki blooms, due to their extraordinary beauty compared to natural flora. He offered you free hot meals, groceries, and discounted premium tuna for Grim, if you let him sell the stargazers for a profit.

It seemed to be an easy enough hustle, and anything you bought was from Sam’s shop anyway, so it wasn’t like he wouldn’t get that money regardless if you sold them on your own.

You’d gone to Sam after school to give him another batch of the lilies, smiling as you munched on the food he’d given you in exchange. A local florist, who supplied him with rare herbs and potion materials for the shop, told him that they were ecstatic to have a steady supply of full bloom stargazer lilies in November.

“They said that these are some of the most astounding stargazers they’ve gotten in years! You keep them coming, and I might even consider giving my favorite imp a permanent store discount!”

Basking in the glory of saving money, you failed to notice Sebek at your front door, smashing into his back.

“Oof! What the what—oh hey Sebek, whatchu doin’ here?”

Sebek grabbed you to steady your wobbling, looking at you exasperatedly, though a bit affectionately. “I’m here to deliver your potion for the evening…I also brought you this”

He shoved a paper bag with Octavinelle’s emblem on the front. Peeking inside, you saw a small to-go box with what you think was the smell of salmon.

“It’s salmon carpaccio, a favorite of mine.” He mumbled, a blush adoring his features. “It’s served chilled, I thought you’d like something different, seeing as you’ve been eating nothing but warm soups and food to soothe your cough.”

You beamed at him, a strange giddiness steeping through your bones like the lemon dressing in the salmon.

“Aw, thanks! That’s so nice of youuuu—ACK!” You started hacking, feeling the tickle of petals and leaves as you choked out another bouquet of brilliant crimson-pink lilies. They seemed to be glowing particularly lovely this time.

“Y/N!” Sebek called out, eyebrows furrowing. “Here, take the potion now.”

As he started to uncap the small vial, you waved him off, clearing your throat.

“No, no, it’s fine!” You sniffled a bit, adjusting the bag into your other hand as you shook the spit off the bouquet. “I think I’m actually gonna try and keep the hanahaki going for as long as possible.”

“W-what?” Sebek replied, almost meekly under his breath. He looked like he was going to throw up the flowers himself.

“Yeah! I think the local florist is in love with me. Sam says they’re making a killing off my Hanahaki, think they'll give me a discount?”

Sebek looked appalled. “Y-you’re selling the flowers?”

“Weelll, technically no?” You pursed your lips. “I give them to Sam and he sells them, I just get discounts and free food!”

Grinning, you held up the latest bouquet. “These ones are extra pretty, I bet I can get him to get a new uniform—”

The lilies were smacked from your hand, cascading down your legs as they settled between your and Sebek’s feet. You yelped, looking up at Sebek, whose eyes were filled with anger and…jealousy?

“Are you idiotic?! What am I saying, of course you are!” He scoffed, letting out a disbelieving laugh.

“You’re a stupid, magicless human! You haven’t even considered the long term effects this would have on you? What they’d have on me?!”

He leaned down to growl, “May I remind you that I am the one stuck trailing after you? Do you think I enjoy this? Because I don't. The sooner you rid yourself of this disease, the sooner I can rid myself of you, and that can't happen soon enough.”

Sebek’s harsh words hurt. Like actually physically hurting you, a sharp pain shooting up your sternum right up to your heart. Wincing, you pressed a hand to your chest and rubbed your burning eyes, which were now tearing up.

You’d failed to notice that the flowers, which were still scattered around both of your feet, had started to rapidly wilt until they were black and dry. Tears grew into small streams going down your cheeks, until you started to audibly bawl.

“H-human-Y/N I—” Sebek started to stutter, distraught falling over his features as he took in what he said and your sobbing face. “I didn’t mean it like that—wait!”

You pushed Sebek out of your way, ignoring his pleas for you to hear him out. To take back what he said. Slamming the door in his face, you curled up into a ball, tightening yourself up smaller and smaller, hoping that you could just disappear. This time, the stargazers that bloomed in your hair looked more droopy and lifeless.

From there you spent the last week avoiding Sebek as much as possible, which proved harder than expected. Like before, Sebek was going out of his way to interact with you, this time with you avoiding him at every turn.

Eventually though, he’d managed to corner you in the hallway on Sunday, when you went to visit the headmage for your weekly prefect assignments (he made you file his paperwork).

Currently, you were huffing, turning your cheek at Sebek who was pleading for you to hear him out. As immature as it might be, you were still upset and wanted the satisfaction of seeing him suffer a few more days.

“Please! Y/N, just listen to me! I beg of you!” Despite your anger, the guilt at seeing the anguish and pleading look in his eyes. He looked like he hadn’t properly slept the last few days.

“...fine.” You mumbled, leaning against the wall he trapped you against, finding your shoes to be particularly interesting.

“Say whatever you want to spit out, it doesn’t change the fact that you apparently hate me.” Now you were just being mean.

“But I don’t!” Sebek cried out, making you jump at both the volume and surprisingly whiny tone of his voice.

“I don’t hate you. I like you, incredibly so!” His shoulders slouched as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

A single lily, bright and glowing popped out of the top of your head. Your mouth fell open as you stared at Sebek with shock.

“You’re so frustratingly annoying. And stupid,” You made an offended noise. “I won’t take that back. But…”

He sighed, wiping his frustrated tears.

“You’re also weirdly kind to me, you listen to every word I say like it should be revered when anyone else would tell me to shut up. You’re not from Twisted Wonderland, yet you’re so determined to flourish here that it’s hard to imagine a world without you.”

Sebek started waving his arms around in exaggerated motions, more focused on his rant rather than the cute flower crown forming on your head.

“I’ve lived here all my life, but I can’t seem to make friends like you do, you have so many just eating out of your hand! And yet you go out of your way to speak to me. I hate that I look forward to that!”

“Um, Sebek—”

“So seeing you with the flower sickness, knowing that you loved someone that wasn’t me was torture—”

“Sebek—”

“I tried to be nice, to care for you. Hoping that the sickness would leave and you’d fall for me instead.”

“Sebek—”

“Then you mentioned selling the flowers, UGH! It was like you didn’t even notice my attentiveness, my mother did in fact teach me how to properly court like a gentleman, you know!”

“Oh my god! Sebek—”

“And to add insult to injury, you’re spouting my favorite flower! You sprout the favorite flora of your loved one, and the person you love also likes stargazer lilies? How ridic—”

“SEBEK!”

Your shout startled him mid-rant, as you grabbed the sides of his face, making him behold your cherry red cheeks and the pink speckled stargazers framing your face like the prettiest picture frame he’d ever seen.

“...Yes?” he squeaked meekly, his voice unusually quiet and soft.

“God, I’m so stupid, and you’re as dense as me.” You let out an exasperated laugh, leaning your head on his chest.

“I-I am?”

“Think, stupid—” Sebek yelped as you dragged down his face to yours, inhaling sharply as your lips hovered over his.

“—who do I know that likes stargazer lilies? Hmm? It’s certainly not Ace, Deuce, Epel or Jack. ”

You inched closer, delighting in the whine he let out, his own face turning so red it put Riddle to shame. He was so easy to rile up.

“I-I-I—”

“And none of them are quite like you: honest, genuine, you’ve never treated me any different for being a girl, and you’re sooo easy to stir up it’s cute~”

A shiver went up Sebek’s spine as you pressed your lips to his. You teasingly swiped your tongue over his lips, causing him to whimper. He shakily raised his hands to cradle your face as nervously returned the kiss.

You giggled as the two of you parted, Sebek flushed and panting as he straightened and covered his mouth with his arm.

“I can’t believe I didn’t connect the dots that it was you.”

“A-ah, I suppose we were both a bit foolish, weren’t we?” Sebek looked away, hiding his sheepish smile before deciding to lean back down to share another kiss.

Perhaps Crowley’s paperwork could wait just a bit longer.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst sebek #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader #twst sebek x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #a floral inconvenience #mochi requests #miriamladyvoid

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mashithamel · 5 months

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When I first heard Rand would be working in a sanitarium in season 2 and he’d have a friend named Errol, I was kind of annoyed. Why would they spend precious time in a location and on a character that aren’t in the books, when there is so much ground to cover and so many characters to introduce?

But they used this setting and this character so economically, and so efficiently, that I have been completely converted. They didn’t waste a moment of screentime for Errol, and in only a few minutes justified his creation as a terrific vehicle for exposition and to introduce so many important concepts.

As soon as Rand walks in the door we’re introduced to the Aiel War (specifically—I means we got Blood Snow last season but it wasn’t put in a lot of context). We get a personal view into how much Cairhein specifically was affected by it (the effects of which are mentioned a couple more times this season), as well as giving it a relative timeframe—Errol is much older than Rand, so it wasn’t just a few years ago.

We are reminded that Rand looks like the Aiel even with shaving his head, reminding us about his adoption and that he’s an outsider. Here in Cairhein, even when people know and like him, the citizens are likely to have a gut reaction of surprise or fear when they first see him, something that may contribute to his difficulties ruling the place down the road. We are reminded that they are considered fierce fighters, and introduce that their women also fight and are considered deadly.

We are introduced to sword forms! We didn’t get Lan training Rand in either season (although it sounds like we will finally get it next season!), so it’s nice to learn he’s been getting at least some introductory training if he’s going to be a blademaster eventually. It’s also very consistent with the books for Rand to take advantage of opportunities to learn whatever and from whoever he can. We’re reminded about Rand’s heron-marked blade (before it does its important thing and melts in episode 8) and make the connection that it is carried by blademasters.

So importantly, we see how kind Rand is. He clearly knows and likes this crazy old man who’s calling for the guards. He speaks to him kindly without a trace of annoyance that they’re having the same conversation they do everyday (anyone who cares for people with dementia can probably understand that is really hard at times!). He puts Errol’s shoes on for him. This isn’t quite washing feet, which Biblically speaking is an act of humbling one’s self, but it’s definitely the sort of thing you wouldn’t expect the Promised One to be doing routinely. Right now it’s his job to do, but he does it with the care and compassion you might have for an elderly family member. He defends and comforts Errol when another employee is cruel. At heart Rand is kind and loving. Killing, ordering executions, sending people into danger where some will definitely die are all things he will need to do as Dragon Reborn, and his struggle with this will inform a large part of his arc over the next few seasons.

We see the inequality of the Cairheinin system (and then more blatently at the dinner party). Unsurprisingly the Cairheinin separate their health care by wealth and power, and it sounds like the poor ones may not even have a garden to walk around in? The Two Rivers doesn’t really have this type of inequality, and some of the first things Rand does in the books as the Dragon Reborn is make the elite start treating the poor and lower classes more fairly.

And of course we get PTSD and mental illness. Both PTSD and fears of going mad are important for Rand later, so this early introduction helps define the stakes for him.

It was such a short scene, and I’m sure there are other details those with more skill could expand on (the horse that Rand sets upright? the color palate?). I just really appreciated how much the writers crammed into an original character to help lay the groundwork not just for this season but for seasons (hopefully) to come.

#wheel of time #rand al’thor #errol #wot on prime #wot book spoilers #rambling thoughts

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idv-sunsxin3 · 2 months

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Pavia, Diggers // Car Ride

Note // Same prompt as the one with Horropedia except is with the other 2 glasses sillies (separately) this time/ lh

Warning// a bit suggestive on Pavia's part??? Maybe.

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(When he's driving)

Guys, we should make a debate in where Pavia either drives on a Lamborghini or a Ferrari/j

There are times he drives normally for the sake of keeping a low profile at times... and there are time when he is a fast driver, not more said.

Would most likely get a speeding ticket... well, if the officers ever managed to catch him. 😭

Even if he doesn't put seatbelt on himself, he would be the type of lover who would nag you to put them on-

(not like you're complaining as you grip on something as if your life depends on you;;;/ih)

He likes to linger his hand on your thigh and give it a squeeze whenever he drives- crazy.

He would do the same when so much traffic happens, to at least subside his frustration on the road. Italian cursing at how long it's taking;;; definitely the grumpy driver type.

Sometimes, he likes to put bags underneath your legs during the ride, saying that "it's safe if it doesn't shake around"-

But no!!! In reality, he does that just so he can grab one of your legs and spread it open before reaching out, whatever he needs to take out - this man.... 😭

The good side of it is that Pavia's 5 wolves are often tagged along as they sit on the back seat--- Pavia for some reason helps them open the windows sometimes so they can stick their head and stick out their tongues while the car moves- its a very funny sight when it's 5 dogs in both windows of the car;;;;😭🤣

The wolves are at least trained enough to be careful- and they would know when to get their heads back in whenever Pavia warns them that he'll roll up the windows again with the power window switch.

"Hold on tight, baby~ this will be a pretty bumpy ride."😈

If you really appreciate your life a lot, you might as well ask if you both can just take a taxi./lh

Yet i feel like knowing him, he won't take no as an answer;;; <//3

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(When he's a passenger)

Mmm if he ever is in a car ride with you along with other party members Vertin assigned, he probably wouldn't like the fact how close he is to touch other people during the entire ride---- even if he doesn't show it, I guess the menacing death smirk might give it away(it does).

As long as it's just you beside him, he won't be too salty about it--

He won't give you a break from how clingy he is tho- he wouldn't keep his hands to himself if he's not the one taking the wheel;;;;

Pulling you close, sneaking a hand on your knee, make you cuddle against him, have his chest touch your back as he whispers flirty Comments on your ear- technically trying to make others get third wheeled and calling them single in many different ways;;; 😭

Like Horropedia, he's most likely the "are we there yet" passenger....---- except in a more grumpy impatient vibe as if he doesn't want to stay in this vehicule any longer--- he's not burning it down just because you're here/ih

"Come on, little girl...- How long do we have to stay in this car?"

The Italian grumbles, trying to get his sly hands busy by playing with your hair a bit through his calloused fingers. His arm is resting heavily on your shoulder.

"Soon." That's what the young girl answers with a calm tone, already used to the intimidating energy the older one tends to bring.

Pavia ends up leaning his back into the cushion, sighing as you tiredly pat him by the shoulder. The small gesture of comfort is unknown if it is playful or sincere.

Suddenly, the other seems to have other plans. He catches you off guard by lifting you smoothly with his hands on your waist before placing you between his lap.

He whispers on your ear, a quiet voice with a hint of rasp and longing.

"Stay close to me for now, so I don't have to talk to these poor teammates here...-"

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(When he's driving)

Diggers driving an old-fashioned volkswagen that has a lot of colorful graffiti paint all over it seems very in character, in my opinion. He even has this colorful van decorated with a lot of stuff in his insight 2-- Which was what most hippies drove before.

Not only is it affordable and durable, but it's also spacious in the back that he can make it as a comfy place to rest.... which is also where you usually nap together or have these quiet cuddling sessions.🥺♥️

He usually keeps the vehicule in a peaceful area where it's not near the city, like a grassfield or in the middle of a forest.

I'm not sure if he'll be a full licensed driver, but I feel like he would drive at a less extreme speed for the sake of stress--- prefers to drive and see how empty the road is and how peaceful the landscape would be- rural areas specifically.

And when he finds the perfect spot to settle, you would stay there for the night or even a couple of days.

Diggers probably like acoustic music or something that gives a "groovy" impression. Yet, he is very flexible enough to let you go crazy with the radio box- pick a song, or music, whatever hat interests you--- whether he knows the tune or not, he might try to sing along and enjoy the different kinds of vibes with you djdbdbdb-

You and Diggers plan to move the van out to another rural field within london- most likely a village your boyfriend seems to have known.

The moment you finished packing what you need at the back of the van, Diggers calls you back from the driver seats window.

"Darling! You're done?" The voice of your boyfriend resembles one of an ecstatic puppy.

"Yeah!"

"Come inside!"

As you were about to hop into the passenger seat- you got surprised by a.... big pile of flowers sitting on your seat???

Oop- some of them fell off the moment you opened the door.

"I- what??? What is this???" You laugh softly, already imagining the jolly grin Diggers might be wearing from the other side of the mountain of flowers.

The pile looks like they're 100 roses.

"Oops--- forgot to give you these. Surprise!" He bubbly says as he leans on the steering wheel lazily.

"...." You pause, sighing out after recovering from the laughter, "Oh g- thanks, baby-- but how can I even see your face like this??? Where do i sit???" 🤣

As if the option of the back seat was out of the window, Diggers responded:

"How about my lap?"

You both now started laughing again like the dorks you are,,,/lh

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(When he's a passenger)

He's most likely the type to play some tunes on his guitar, entertaining and serenading those who surround him as he sits in the vehicle

Is actually very nice that he gets to go somewhere without worrying about the gasoline cost-- /ih

He'll be fine sitting anywhere- but he'll be more pleased if he gets to sit right next to you- where he believes he should be <33

He'll have an arm behind your neck while chilling, sometimes holding hands just to play with your fingers while talking to someone.

Maybe even spend the entire car ride trying to teach how to play the guitar- having you on his lap as he guides your hands on where to place the strings. 🤭🥰

He would be most likely a tolerable passenger, a pretty peaceful one. He'll even would try and nap the entire ride if he can.

Though, whenever he spots a police car passing by through the window- I can imagine him immediately crouching so he doesn't get spotted, very self-conscious by the fact there are some officers looking after him,,, maybe;;; <//3

He trusts any driver as long as it's anyone that is not Pavia.... Convince me otherwise--- 😭

He would freak out and scream when the speed is too high- even cling on to you.

His grip is firm that you don't even know whether he is trying to hold on to you so he doesn't get thrown off or because he wants to cover you from any incoming crashes---/ih

You'll have to comfort him a bit after that;;

I'll never forget about the drive thru headcanons <333

//Them ordering take out at a McDonald's drive thru with s/o. If you don't eat McDonald's, just imagine it/ih

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//Pavia//

Arches eyebrow... and wearing this look of "pookie, out of other restaurants, you decide one of the most low-quality ones???"/ih

Also not him having beef by the fact the ice cream in McDonald's sucks- the machine is even broken in almost every restaurant--- sobs;;;

At the end, he brought you there anyways, because you made him/ih

The reason why he would buy you a happy meal is probably because you're baby--- you don't even know if it's sweet or insulting./ih 😭🫠

Whenever you want to order but the cashier cant hear you when he's the one who's in the driver seat- I can imagine you guys with this meme./ih

Pavia is creepily respectful enough to keep this funny straight look while technically facing your butt, it's crazy;;; 2x

Next time, Pavia will drag you to somewhere better now that you finished dragging him to such "monstrosity of creepy clowns, grimace shakes, and broken ice cream machines"/j. More better than Olive Garden even---;;;

___

//Diggers//

"Ehhhh-- what would you like to order, sweetie?" :)

"Anything is alright."

"...."

"....."

*turns back to the window* "1 hamburger, 2 French fries- and a milkshake, please." :)

Most hippies don't seem to like materialism- but food is food, he wouldn't even dare to say no to if you want to order food at places like McDonalds dbbdbdnd;;; Like, most prices there were like less than $1 (plus tax) back in the 1960s...- 🤔🤯

(I feel like you would boss out of this by paying for him at times- like this is probably better than the McDonald's from 2020s/ih)

Man, happy meals were only first introduced in 1979- so they weren't a thing yet for a while in Diggers' timeline. If they ever get premiered, He would buy you one for you whether or not you like it- he just likes how there are chicken nuggets and juice boxes inside colorful boxes that seem to be meant for children-- yet for him, it doesn't matter. You will have it anyway, even if he's broke;;😭🥺

The first boxes when they were first introduced were circus wagons. The first toys were tops, stencils, wallets, puzzles, and erasers. Initially, meals included a hamburger or cheeseburger, fries, a soft drink, and cookies.... yum.

Pampering you with food is one of the wholesome things I can imagine - even eating it while being inside his van at some parking lot. Feeding each other with these silly dorky grins,,,,

#pavia reverse 1999 #reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999 #r1999 diggers #r1999 pavia #r1999 x reader #r1999 #reverse 1999 diggers #diggers x reader #pavia x reader #reverse: 1999 x reader

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Ahh, I'm a bit nervous lol. First, I want to welcome you back! We appreciate your time and hard work! I want to make a romance request for Qin Shi Huang if possible! I'm not sure if you only write platonically for him or both, so here I go!

The scenario I had in mind is that Qin has an Empress S/O who is pregnant and has recently started her pregnancy cravings! It isn't anything weird she just has a high demand for sugary sweets! But high intake of sugar is not good in general and even more while pregnant, so her cravings are often not met, causing her to cause a fit and being moody. How would Qin handle his Empress's ongoing moodiness? A little bonus I want to add and can not live without is some good old harem drama! What if Qin's concubines deliberately give Y/N high amounts of sweets in secret (with sussy stuff put into it) in hopes of harming the baby? How would Qin react once found out?

My apologies if this is something uncomfortable to write about! I'm a bit nervous since I don't want to bombard you with a request as soon as you just started accepting them again! Once again, welcome back! Thank you for your hard work and time!

-Y/N, First Empress of Qin, was the first love of Qin Shi Huang, but to you, he was Ying Zheng, or just Zheng. You were the only person allowed to call him that, which infuriated the concubines of his harem to no end.

-You didn’t mind that he had a harem, it was normal for rulers, but you were the one and only empress and his first love.

-When you found out you were pregnant, Zheng let loose for a moment, as it was his first child, and ran through his palace screaming in joy, telling anyone who he ran into, be it a guard, a maid, the whole kingdom knew by the end of the day.

-Your pregnancy was mild compared to other women, at first, you only had mild morning sickness and were slightly anemic, but a healthy diet kept that in check.

-Once you entered your second trimester, when you started to show, that’s when your cravings started. They were small at first, apples, peaches, sweet fruit mainly, easily sated, but as you went on, you couldn’t get enough sweets, the portions you were given couldn’t placate you.

-Zheng had been your rock for your pregnancy, not even wanting to go to the women in his harem, he wanted to be with you as you were carrying his child.

-To be honest, you honestly believed he was more excited than you were. You knew he was going to be a good father.

-After your cravings started hitting you harder, you started to get moodier when the chefs wouldn’t give you any extra sweets, not even fruit, as they and the royal physician agreed that too many sweets were not good for you or the baby, even if you were going on long daily walks with your husband.

-Zheng did sneak you extra berries from time to time, but nothing big, as he didn’t want to risk your health or your baby’s health.

-You understood all of their reasons, and you knew it was important to be healthy, but you still were upset, pregnancy hormones making you extra emotional.

-You were surprised when Zheng was gone for the day, needed elsewhere, when the other concubines came to you, congratulating complimenting on your healthy glow and how well you looked, bringing gifts of silk and toys for your baby, and flowers and cream for your hands for you.

-You appreciated the gifts, accepting them all warmly and you were surprised when they presented you with presents of sweets, not fruit, but things like baked goods and prepared sweets.

-Your smile was bigger as you saw these gifts, thanking them warmly.

-You missed their own smiles, which were more vile and cunning, one speaking sweetly to you, how she had heard your cravings had been terribly bad for you, and they wanted to make you happy.

-One of their handmaidens prepared one of the desserts for you, bringing it to you, kneeling before you and you took the dessert from her.

-The royal physician was nearby, a bit annoyed to see you being given sweets, but he thought one wouldn’t be too bad.

-Everyone was stunned when your handmaiden gasped when you took a spoonful of the dessert, “My Empress!” she then slapped the dessert out of your hand, sending it to the floor.

-The concubines were instantly in an outrage, screaming at your handmaiden who instantly bowed lowed to you, “Forgive me my lady! That dessert had a type of grain that is dangerous for pregnant women!”

-Everyone instantly froze and you turned, your eyes sharp on the concubines, many who flinched as the physician approached, picking up the dessert and he quickly inspected it while your royal guards were nearby, awaiting your orders.

-The physician instantly gawked, “She’s right Empress Y/N! This is River Seed Wheat, it’s used to make very potent alcohol, and unprocessed, if ingested, can clog your belly and it would have killed your baby!!”

-You shoot up, shocking everyone, your handmaiden instantly by your side as you wobbled only for a moment, “Explain yourselves! You mean to poison your empress and kill the first child of the Emperor?!”

-The concubines were on their hands and knees, pleading their innocence.

-You turned to the physician, telling him to check everything they had brought before you turned to one of the guards, “Send a messenger to the Emperor and gather the rest of my guards.”

-The concubines couldn’t meet your piercing gaze, their heads low as the physician checked each and every dessert they had brought for you.

-Once his investigation completed shortly before your guards arrived, waiting for your orders, he turned and bowed to you, “My Empress, I have found unprocessed River Seed Wheat in every single one of these desserts, they were mixed in, prepared in advance, and not slipped in, like the Royal Concubines were claiming.”

-Your gaze was cold but before you could speak, Zheng ran in, “Y/N!” everyone but you bowed to him as he ran to you, one hand meeting your cheek, cupping it while the other spread across your belly, “The messenger said you had almost been poisoned, is this true?!”

-You nodded and looked to the royal physician who saluted his emperor, informing him what he had discovered in the desserts. Zheng had to be informed what River Seed Wheat was, but he was seething in rage once the explanation was done.

-He turned to you and your handmaiden first, speaking first to your handmaiden, “I thank you for saving my wife and our child. You shall be rewarded, ten sacks of rice for your family, and three bolts of silk of your choosing.” Your handmaiden was instantly in tears, bowing deeply, thanking him before he spoke, “Take Y/N away from here. You four go with her!” he spoke the last order to four of his own guards who instantly bowed and you were led out.

-The concubines were caned fifty times each, then stripped of their status, wealth, publicly shamed with the announcement of their crimes against the empress and the unborn heir, before be sent to a sea port town to become penal laborers for the rest of their days.

-You felt no remorse for them, as they tried to harm you and your child, but after the incident, your cravings went from sweet to sour, wanting only lemon slices.

-You gave birth to a handsome young prince four months later, as healthy as his father who was just as doting as he had been while you were pregnant.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror qin shi huang

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stylesispunk · 8 months

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THE GREAT WAR | LAST CHAPTER |

"I vowed I would always be yours, cause we survived the Great War

I would always be yours, cause we survived the Great War"

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 | masterlist

series summary: "After things fell apart it seemed that Joel and you were falling into pieces. Is it the end of all the endings? How long will it take to mend a broken heart"

word count: 4,2k>

warnings: angst, fluff too much fluff, established relationship, age gap (Reader is in her late 20s, Joel is in his late 40s), child loss, anger, some tension.

A/N: This is it. The last chapter is here, and I honestly didn't like how this chapter turned out, but I really wanted to give this ending. I really was so excited about writing this story and I had some kind of fun doing it. Thanks to all who read it and those who always commented, liked, etc. I hope you like it, and I see you soon (in a few days) with a different fic.

The days had settled into a comfortable rhythm, as if the cosmos had felt the need for some peace and quiet after the storm. Rhia's mornings began with the glorious light coming through the window casting an inviting glow across the room. As she stretched and prepared for the day ahead, her thoughts frequently went to the changes that had occurred in her life.

During this week, Joel's presence in her life had become more consistent. They weren't back together yet, but they were working on trust. The scars from earlier events in their lives remained, but they were gradually healing.

Later that morning, Rhia found herself in Jackson's bar, helping Maria and Tommy with party preparations for an upcoming celebration in Jackson. The community was getting together to celebrate a new year since it was founded, and the atmosphere was electric.

Rhia, Maria, and Tommy worked together to decorate the space and arrange food. The atmosphere was welcoming, their talk lightened the task, and Rhia found herself opening up about all kinds of things again.

“Joel said things are improving between you and him,” Tommy said as he winked one of his eyes.

That comment caught Rhia off guard. Her cheeks flushed as she chuckled. “He’s right, things are better” she admitted.

Tommy grinned mischievously, giving her a knowing look. " You know, I haven’t seen my brother this happy since…”

"Since before the world ended," Rhia finished for him, her smile both wistful and understanding.

Tommy nodded, his expression softening. "Yeah, but the world began for him again the day he met you."

Rhia's cheeks turned even rosier at Tommy's words. His sincerity touched her soul, and she found herself at a loss of words.

He smiled warmly. “We’re all grateful to have you back in our lives.” She said “And our baby too.”

Maria nodded as she chuckled. A smile graced Rhia’s lips, and she found herself at a loss for a moment.

“I shouldn’t have said that, sorry”, Tommy apologized.

He was met with a gentle smile from Rhia. She appreciated his understanding. “It’s okay, Tommy. I’ve come to terms with it, it’s part of our story now.”

Maria chimed in; her voice filled with warmth. “And we’re here to support you both.”

As they went about their business, they felt a sense of camaraderie and purpose. The decorations were hung, the food was served, and the bar was converted into a lively and pleasant environment.

As the night enveloped Jackson, the party buzzed with energy. People were laughing, dancing, and sharing. Rhia found herself leaning against a wall, her eyes scanning the room. She felt a gentle tap on her and turned to find Joel beside her.

"Having a good time?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.

Rhia nodded with a smile on her lips. "I am, indeed. Thank you so much, Joel."

Joel's smile widened, and his eyes were filled with love for Rhia. "I'm glad to hear that."

"Do you remember," Joel began contemplatively, "when we were at the QZ, in that filthy old apartment?”

Rhia smiled, “And you and Tess were smugglers?" Her eyes twinkled with delight at the memory.

Joel nodded, a wistful grin on his lips. "We had to survive somehow," he said after a brief glance at her. "I think I liked you back then," he blurted.

Rhia's heart skipped a beat as he admitted it, and the rest of the world appeared to melt away as her attention was drawn to Joel.

"I liked you, too, Joel," she said softly. "You and Tess, both"

He chuckled as their gazes locked. "I liked you in a different way."

"You had a crush on me?" she asked, laughing.

Joel's face relaxed. "I suppose I did."

Rhia's face softened, and her heart warmed as he confessed his past feelings.

As a slow song began to play, Joel extended his hand toward Rhia, his eyes holding a mix of vulnerability and hope. "Would you like to dance?" he asked, his voice soft.

Rhia's heart skipped a beat at his invitation. She looked up at him, a warm smile gracing her lips. "I'd love to," she replied. “But what about your leg? Is it better?

Joel’s smile was tender, his fingers tenderly fixing their hold on her hand. “My leg’s doing better, thanks to you,” he said, his voice filled with gratitude. “And I wouldn’t miss a chance to dance with you”

Taking his hand, she allowed herself to be led by Joel to the dance floor. They moved together, their bodies swaying to the soft melody of the music playing. At that moment, everything around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own world.

Rhia's head rested against Joel's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her ear.

"The first time I kissed you, we were in that old rusty apartment", Joel mused, his voice a low murmur.

Rhia nodded; a soft laugh escaped her lips. "Oh, you mean that time you stole a kiss and then acted like it was no big deal?"

A ghost of a smile curved Joel's lips. "Yeah. It was a big deal.”

“What’s wrong with you?” Joel asked once he entered the room and saw Rhia sitting on the floor, lost in her thoughts.

“Why would you care, Joel?” She answered, her voice tinged with frustration.

Joel approached her slowly, his footsteps echoing in the small, dimly lit room. He knelt beside her.

“Rhia,” he said softly, “Come on, show me those pretty eyes of yours.”

Rhia chuckled at his request and looked up to face Joel, but the air felt different this time. When Rhia's eyes met Joel's, she felt her air stolen from her lungs. Their faces were so close, and the air between them was charged with unspoken words. His hand gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing her cheeks as if she was the most delicate flower in the garden.

Rhia's heart pounded in her chest as she felt the warmth of Joel's breath against her lips. In that fragile moment, the cruel dark world outside ceased to exist, to become lighter, and Joel leaned in, capturing Rhia's lips in a soft, stolen kiss. It was a gentle, lingering connection, a moment of vulnerability for him and her.

When they pulled away, their breaths were caught in their throats, and their eyes widened at the realization they had crossed the line of friendship.

That kiss changed their relationship forever.

Back in the present, they continued dancing, their movements a silent conversation that spoke volumes. The memory of that stolen kiss seemed to bridge the gap between their past and their current life.

Joel's hold on her tightened ever so slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Should I steal a kiss again?”

A playful glint danced in Rhia's eyes as she looked up at him without saying a word.

Joel's lips curved into a mischievous smile. Without another word, he leaned in, but before they could reach other lips, an angry scream broke their little bubble.

Ellie and Dinna were cornered and on display by one of the men at the party and everyone was watching.

Joel's grip on Rhia loosened as they both focused their attention on the commotion. Joel’s brow furrowed, evidently displeased with the interruption. Rhia's protective instincts flared as she locked her gaze on the man who cornered Ellie and Dinna, her voice firm when she addressed him.

"What's going on?" Rhia's tone was angry and authoritative. She gave Ellie and Dina a quick glance, her expression demanding an answer.

The man was surprised by Rhia's demeanor and cleared his throat, his demeanor turning to one of shame. "I… I saw these two young ladies kissing," he murmured, lowering his sight to the ground.

Rhia's eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the unexpected revelation. The anger that had initially fueled her reaction was now replaced by surprise. She exchanged a puzzled look with Joel before returning her gaze to Ellie and Dina. Their faces were flushed with humiliation, and Ellie's big eyes were closed as if closing them would spare her from this embarrassment.

"And you had to announce it to everyone like that?" Joel inquired, clearly enraged with the man.

Ellie was clearly embarrassed to be in the spotlight like this, so she fled from the bar before the heated discussion could continue.

Rhia and Joel exchanged a concerned look before silently agreeing to follow Ellie. They crept out of the pub, their steps soft as they pursued her. As they walked towards their house, the night air felt cool against their skin.

They found Ellie sitting on her bed, her back hunched and her head buried in her hands. Rhia's heart broke for her as she felt the tightness in her shoulders. Rhia and Joel approached gently, taking seats on each side of Ellie, giving her room while also letting her know they were there for her.

After a few moments of silence, Ellie's voice burst through, unsteady and frustrated. "I can't believe he just... made it sound like there was something to be ashamed of." She raised her head, her eyes red and wet as she met Rhia's and then Joel's gaze.

Joel put his hand on Ellie's back, his voice gentle but firm, and said, "There's nothing to be ashamed of, Ellie." Rhia nodded. "Joel's right, Ellie," Rhia said. "There's nothing wrong about who you are and who you love. And you have both of us to back you up." She gave Ellie a tiny, genuine smile, and appreciated the trust they shared. "In this day and age," she said, glancing over Ellie's shoulder at Joel, "if you really care about someone, you don't want to miss a beat."

Ellie expressed her gratitude. "Thanks, guys. I appreciate it." Then she turned to Joel with a smirk. "Now, old man, mind if I borrow Rhia for a bit?"

Joel chuckled warmly. "She's all yours. I'll give you some privacy."

With a reassuring pat on Ellie's shoulder, Joel left the room, allowing Ellie and Rhia to have their moment alone.

Once they were alone, Ellie let out a sigh, her shoulders slumping with relief. "Thanks for being here, Rhia. You and Joel are my family.”

With that, they sat together talking about feelings. They shared their fears, hopes, and dreams, forging a stronger bond of trust and understanding between them.

“Is she sleeping already”? Joel asked once Rhia entered the bedroom.

“Knocked out” she replied with a smile.

Joel's expression softened at her offer, gratitude and warmth were evident in his eyes. He took a step closer to her, his hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from her face. “Good, so I think I should go now.”

"Joel, you don't have to go," Rhia said softly,

He sighed, his eyes searching hers for something she couldn't quite decipher. "Damn, I want to stay here, angel. But I also don't want to complicate-"

Before giving Joel a chance to finish his sentence, she closed the gap between them and pressed her lips to his in a soft, lingering kiss. Her actions were a silent plea, a way of telling him that they could move forward.

Joel melted into the kiss, his arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer.

When they pulled back, Joel’s gaze held Rhia’s, he let out a small chuckle. “So, are you sure she is sleeping?

“Oh no, no with her in the house” Her voice held a hint of amusement, knowing Joel’s intentions.

Joel chuckled softly, his fingers gently tracing along her cheek. "I want to love you," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers.

Rhia's heart fluttered at his words, and she found herself leaning into his touch. Her fingers lightly rested against his chest as she met his gaze. "Is that a yes?"

Joel pulled back and his expression softened and nodded.

Rhia’s eyes sparkled with humor and she leaned to press her lips on his again. This time, he wrapped his arms around her waist, and they slowly made their way to bed. Their kiss depended, carrying with it a thousand promises of love. Meanwhile, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only their shared warmth hanging in the air.

A FEW MONTHS LATER

Rhia and Joel were finally back together. They were thick as thieves, and their trust blossomed again. It all started with small steps. Joel showered her with the love she deserved, words of comfort, a bouquet of flowers every day of the week when he returned from patrol and a thousand more small gestures that conveyed all the unspoken words he wanted to say.

Rhia gave him a new chance because she thought he deserved it.

"I got you a present," he announced as he entered the house.

"A present?" Rhia inquired.

"Turn around and close your eyes," he said quietly.

Rhia did as Joel instructed, and he went forward to place a small necklace around her neck. Rhia opened her eyes to see what it was.

It was a flower,

A daisy.

Her eyes welled up with tears as she saw the little flower hanging from her neck.

Rhia returned her gaze to Joel, her eyes glistening with emotion.

She touched the daisy pendant gently, a small, overwhelmed smile on her lips. "Joel, it's beautiful," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude.

Joel's smile widened, and he stepped closer to her, his hand caressing her cheek. "Our baby will be there with you," he said softly, as he touched her chest over the necklace.

She nodded, her heart swelling with love for this man and who he had proven himself to be worthy of a second chance. "I know," she replied, her voice quivering with emotion.

One morning, Rhia woke up with an uneasy feeling. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something felt different in her. Nevertheless, she went about her usual routine, trying to shake off the odd feeling, but it persisted throughout the morning.

Maria noticed something was bothering Rhia as she helped her in the bar. She was observant of her friend’s changes, the occasional dizziness, and the constant sigh that escaped Rhia’s lips.

Maria finally stopped doing her task and turned to Rhia with a concerned expression. "Rhia, is something bothering you?" she asked, her voice full of concern.

Rhia looked up, a small smile attempting to mask her worries. "Nothing’s wrong.”

“Did Joel do something?” she asked again, but all she got was a low “no” from Rhia.

Maria raised an eyebrow, not convinced by Rhia’s response. “There must be something wrong because you’re acting all weird.”

Rhia hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering away from Maria’s.

“I’ve been feeling the same things I felt when…”

Maria's comforting hand was on Rhia's shoulder. "When…?”

Rhia took a deep breath, her eyes searching Maria’s face for some kind of desperate help. “When…- I think I’m pregnant.”

Maria's eyes widened in surprise, and then a warm smile spread across her face. "Oh, Rhia. That's wonderful news!"

“No, it’s not.” Rhia protested, her tone brittle, “No after what happened to my baby before. And in this world, it’s just stupid to even think about it” Tears welled up in Rhia's eyes, and she looked at Maria with sadness in her eyes. "I just... I don't want to go through that pain again," she whispered, her voice breaking. “I don’t want to lose myself or Joel all over again.”

Maria’s expression softened at her friend’s concern, "Look, we have to be sure first". Maria said softly. “Then, you can think about it or tell Joel.”

Rhia nodded and leaned on Maria's shoulder, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty this possible pregnancy meant for her and Joel, but with Maria’s support, the weight on Rhia’s shoulders felt lighter.

A few days later, after an old test confirmed the truth, Rhia found herself standing in front of her and Joel’s bedroom door. Her heart raced with fear. She took a deep breath and entered the room where Joel was already in bed.

The soft glow of the lamp illuminating the room created a sense of tranquility.

Joel's gaze snapped at Rhia and a soft expression took over his face. "Hey," he greeted, his voice warm and inviting. "Where have you been?

Rhia smiled back, though her uneasiness was still visible in her eyes. She shut the door behind her and moved closer to the bed. "I wanted to talk to you about something," she continued, her voice filled with trepidation.

Rhia sat down, her fingers slightly fidgeting in her lap. She inhaled deeply, summoning her courage. "Joel, do you know how we've been working through everything that's happened between us and trying to move forward?"

He softened his expression as he reached out to hold her hand in his. "Yeah."

Her gaze was fixed on him. "Well, during this time, something... happened"

Joel's uneasiness grew as he retained her gaze. "Rhia, you're beginning to concern me-

"I'm pregnant." She confessed, letting out a long sigh.

"Angel, are you sure?" he asked, his voice a little softer this time.

Rhia nodded; her gaze fixed on his. Joel's forehead wrinkled as he attempted to assimilate the news.

"An old test and the same symptoms I had before." His grip on her hand tightened a little more, his gaze falling to their linked fingers. "Rhia," he said, his voice tinged with sorrow. "I... I'm going to need a moment to process this."

Rhia's heart sank at his response, a knot of worry forming in her stomach. That’s it, she thought, all the progress we have made thrown away.

Her thoughts were racing, but she merely nodded at him. "Of course, Joel. Take your time”

Joel eventually turned to her after what it felt like an eternity, his expression a mix of all the emotions. "Rhia, you know... what happened before, with our baby..." His voice was heavy with concern.

Rhia's heart ached as she noticed the anguish in his eyes. She reached out and placed a gentle hand on his arm. "I understand, Joel. And I understand if this news brings back painful emotions."

Joel pondered his thoughts. He didn't feel the need to be angry with Rhia like he had in the prior time. When he warned her, she was irresponsible to even consider having a kid while they were trying to take Ellie to the fireflies.

"It's not that I'm not happy," he said softly, looking at their intertwined hands, "but it's just... it's complicated."

The answer broke Rhia's heart. She carefully got out of bed, intending to go downstairs and ponder about what to do, when Joel reached out and gently grabbed her wrist.

Joel leaned up and carefully brushed a piece of hair behind her ear before cupping her checks. He gazed at her; his gaze drawn to hers. "I will never leave you alone."

A soft smile graced Rhia’s lips, and Joel leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a soft and lingering kiss. It was a promise for her, a reassurance that he was there for her.

When their lips finally parted, he held her face in his hands, his thumb gently brushing against her cheek, whispering sweet things to her.

Joel lay back down, pulling her into his arms. As he spooned her close, he caressed her belly carefully, he wanted to protect her and the baby from the world outside.

“We should tell Ellie tomorrow”, she whispered, feeling safe in his arms.

“She will be over the moon” he answered, softly.

hand rested on top of Joel's, their fingers entwining over her slightly growing belly.

A few days had passed since Rhia delivered the news to Joel and Ellie, and the last was effectively over the moon. Ellie's excitement was contagious, and she couldn't help but gush about becoming a big sister.

and Joel hadn’t stopped thinking about it since. There was a difference this time. They weren’t running, they weren’t in the unknown and worried about surviving another day in the dark solitude of the world outside the walls of Jackson. This time, Rhia could be safe and sound and he could shower her with love and protection. This time, building a family didn’t sound like a crazy idea.

When night enveloped the community and the warmth of midsummer days lingered in the air. The moon hung high in the clear sky, casting a gentle glow over the houses of Jackson.

Rhia and Joel sat together on the porch of their house; their hands entwined as they looked out into the quiet night. The distant sounds of laughter from the people walking by provided a comforting atmosphere.

Rhia and Joel allowed a peaceful silence to settle between them. Rhia leaned her head on Joel's shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing. It was moments like these that allowed them to simply be a couple. Even when the news of the baby was still causing a certain uneasiness in the air.

Joel realized he had to prove himself. He had to prove to his partner that he would be there for her.

“Rhia” Joel began, breaking the silence.

Rhia looked her eyes at his “Yes?”

He took a deep breath “I know in this world, this thing I’m about to do doesn't hold the same weight as it used to. But you mean everything to me, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, protecting you, loving you, and being there for you and for our child.”

Joel dug into his pocket and pulled out a little, improvised ring he'd fashioned from a scrap of wire he'd acquired while being on patrol. It was rough and out of the ordinary, yet it had its own beauty.

Rhia's eyes widened in surprise and a hint of disbelief, but a warm smile tugged at her lips.

"Angel," he said again, his voice steady and soft, "will you marry me?"

Rhia's eyes welled up with tears. "Yes," she muttered, her voice cracking with emotion. "Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times, yes."

Joel's face lit up with a smile as he put the improvised ring onto Rhia's finger. It wasn’t a fancy proposal like in the old days, but it was ideal for them, a final testament to their love.

Rhia smiled as she met his gaze and leaned in to kiss him. Their kiss held their compromise in a soft and warm feeling.

As they pulled away, Joel's eyes sparkled with happiness, and he whispered against her lips “I love you, angel. You’re the best thing this world gave to me”

Rhia's heart swelled with love. "I love you too, Joel.”

Several months had passed since the night on the porch when Joel proposed to Rhia. During that time, their story continued to be written, their trust was rebuilt from the pieces and their love blossomed.

And the day had come. Rhia gave birth to a beautiful baby girl named Ambar, a name that meant “The sky” was a tribute to the loved ones they had lost, the people both of them loved that were watching from above. Sarah, Tess, and Daisy.

Joel couldn’t believe he was a father again, that he was taking care of a precious little baby all over again. A contrast to the life he had known before, a life that was him and Sarah against the world. But this time, he wasn’t alone anymore. No longer were he and his daughter by themselves. This time, it was him, their little baby, Ellie, and the woman he loved together as a family.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over their little corner of the world, Rhia and Joel found themselves sitting on their porch once like they always do during the evening. The stars began to twinkle in the sky, and Ambar slept in her crib inside.

In the silence of that tender moment, with the soft breeze caressing their faces, they knew that their story was far from over. There were pages to be written yet, but they also knew that danger was far from being over.

As they looked out at the night sky, Joel’s chuckle broke the silence.

Rhia looked down at him. “What?”

“I was thinking about us” he simply said, yet his voice was soft.

“What about us?” Rhia’s curiosity creeped out; her eyes fixed on his gorgeous profile in the dim evening light.

Joel turned to her, his eyes meeting hers with a tender gaze. "From a world where it was just me and Sarah, to now, a family of our own." He said, “Thank you for loving me, Angel.”

Rhia's heart exploded with love as she leaned in to kiss him, their lips met in a lingering and sweet kiss, holding all the promises they had made each other since the day they met. From the day they met, when they were younger, to the day their scars still hurt from when they pushed each other apart and finally found their way to each other again.

So, in that sweet moment beneath the starry sky, they found solace in their shared love and the family they had formed. Their story was still being written, but they were ready to tackle any challenge that came their way; They had each other's backs, after all. They were going to survive any war.

a/n: The last paragraph is cheesy af. Reblogs and comments are appreciated 💌 if you have any question, asks are always open

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Angel or Devil? Part IV

Summary: Yeonjun's ex was trying everything in her power to ruin your relationship - was the drama really worth it or should you end things before it gets worse?

Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x f!reader

Genre: highschool au | fluff x angst - (eventual smut)

Warnings: story may contain strong language, mentions of drugs and alcohol - sexual references - reader discretion advice.

Words: 6k

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-"Yeonjun.....May I be your girlfriend?" -"I mean you kinda already are.......But we can make it official?"

You played the other night in your head over and over again that once you woke up you quickly pounced over towards your desk, sliding out your photo strip of you and Yeonjun in the Photo Booth, just to make sure it wasn't a dream. This was real. This was actually happening.

Your heart was beating rapidly just thinking about it. You were head over heels that you didn't even know where to begin on how you felt. You felt happy. It was too soon to use the 'L' word of course but you were infatuated - well......for the time being.

And again, this was a feeling you never wanted to be involved with, at least not now or this young for that matter. You knew for times like these, always leads to heart break later on. It was rare to see young relationships survive this cruel world. But you will need the experience later on you suppose, to know how it feels and to be able to live with it because it can and it will happen again.

You placed your photo back in your book, shaking all the negative thoughts out of your head so you can smile at the good ones. Just live in the moment. Stop thinking about the future. And as of right now - get ready for school or you will be late.

"Shall I leave money for dinner tonight or are you going out again?" Your mother arched her eyebrows.

Your mothers new words caught you off guard, causing you to choke on your cereal. She was on to you. But jokes on her because you're staying in tonight, well not alone that is. Did you want take out again though? Maybe you should actually cook something this time around.

Before you could give it any thought, you settled on a 'yes' anyway so you could shop for groceries after school.

"I have to study tonight." You nodded while pursing your lips.

You wondered how often you could use that phrase as a coverup before being caught. It's not like you were doing anything bad but the past few nights, it was probably illegal how little time you had a book in your hand. Mia would take you one night and then Yeonjun would call dibs another - you were still trying to get used to this overwhelming attention.

It was bad enough you still owed him his movie night that Mia stole from him so studying wasn't that far from the truth - you were staying home tonight and money was very much appreciated.

"Tired of hanging out with your friends already?" Your mother giggled.

"No.......I just need to catch up with my schoolwork." You laughed, trying not to be obvious.

"Okay dear." She smiled nonchalantly.

"May I ask a question?" You began and your mother alerted her attention towards you. "How old were you when you met dad?" You asked as you placed your bowl of cereal in the sink.

Your mother took a sip of her coffee before answering. "When I was 20, I was a freshman in college and your father was a junior."

"Oh, so you didn't meet in high school?" You continued to ask. "Was dad your first love?"

"Oh- no." She laughed. "But he was the first one that I knew I wanted my future with."

"What's the difference than your first love?" You asked.

She shrugged not knowing herself. "You just know when you're with that person I guess."

You nodded understanding. "What happened to your first love?"

"Not sure....we went our separate ways after school." Your mother got up placing her mug in the sink as well.

"Do you think it's pointless to have a boyfriend in highschool then?" You looked up meeting your mothers eyes as confusion was written all over her face.

"What is this about?" She furrowed her eyebrows.

"Nothing, I'm asking for a friend."

"A friend?" She said with a sly grin, she knew you too well. "Well, I would tell this friend that having a boyfriend in highschool or college doesn't make a difference, you fall for who you fall for - no matter where or when it is."

"But, isn't long distance relationships known to fail."

"Not always......If you love each other, than you'll find a way to make it work."

"That's all it takes?"

"My best friend growing up is still with her high school sweetheart."

"Really?" You had more excitement in your tone.

"Yup..... and four kids." She smiled. "Tell your friend to relax." Your mother lifted your chin up and placed a sweet peck on your forehead. "Don't be late for school."

"And remember (Y/N), your father and I won't be home tonight, we have-"

"Your business party, I know." You tried not to sound excited since that just meant more alone time with Yeonjun.

You smiled and opened the door leaving your house, speaking of Yeonjun, he was waiting in your driveway playing with his phone as he leaned against the hood of his car.

"Hey cutie." He smirked once he saw you. He did it on purpose by this point.

"Wow, your promise is still holding up." You smiled. "You're early."

"Only for you of course." He leaned forward wanting a kiss but you put your finger to your lips and signaled towards your house.

"Right." He said and you both got in the car and took off.

"I think my mom knows we're dating." You spoke when you finally were away from your house.

"Is that a bad thing?" He asked.

"No." You sighed. "But I want to ease them into it because I never had a boyfriend before." You mumbled the last part.

"I'm honored and I promise I will make it worth your while." He flirted and reached for your hand.

"Can you stop that for five minutes before my whole face catches on fire." You rubbed your cheeks.

"But I like your rosy cheeks - it's cute."

You rolled your eyes playfully as he just laughed. "I'll give it a rest.....for now - anything for you." He looked at you once again. "Shit sorry." He laughed again.

Once he parked in the student parking lot, he pulled away his hand causing you to instantly pout - the ride not being long enough.

"Is it safe to kiss you now?" He asked before leaning forward once again and you blush nodding. You feel like you never could get use to this. His lips just fit perfectly with yours - like a puzzle piece.

"Hey lovebirds, time for school." A loud knocking echoed throughout the car causing you both to pull apart startled.

You saw Mia and Soobin laughing with some of their other friends.

"We still have ten minutes, leave them alone." A tall one with dark hair spoke.

"Don't encourage it Kai, Yeonjun is corrupting my innocent friend here."

Yeonjun rolled his eyes as you giggled about to open the door.

"Wait a second." Yeonjun popped out the car quickly running towards the passenger side.

"What?" You laughed to yourself.

"I need to open the door for my beautiful girlfriend." He spoke after he opened the car for you letting you finally step out.

"Must you say that every time." You arched your eyebrows slyly.

He smirked again, not answering and you hurried catching up with your friends. Even though being Yeonjun's girlfriend was official now, you still felt shy with the whole thing and he knew that. Things were different now but you weren't trying to make it obvious. At least not yet.

"I know you're still nervous." He whispered next to you as he had his arm around you.

"W-what? Is it that obvious?"

"Just remember what I told you.....it's no one's business."

"That doesn't stop people from talking."

"Who cares? We will be out of this place in a few months."

"A few months? - 8 months." You arched your eyebrows in amusement.

"That's nothing." He shrugged with a chuckle.

You finally let yourself reach for his hand, not caring what people thought anymore. He was right, you'd be lying if you haven't notice people staring by now so what was the big deal, people know and you couldn't let that frighten you. Even as small as a simple gesture of him holding your hand was already being noticed as you tried to make the peaceful journey to your locker.

"So I wanted to ask you, Homecoming is next weekend." Yeonjun broke through your thoughts by leaning up against your locker. "Want to go with me?"

"The dance?" You said nervously and he nodded confirming your question. "Oh um.....- I've never been to one." You said nervously.

He looked at you with sympathy. "They are usually boring but I have a feeling it will be different this year."

"How so?" You arched your eyebrows.

"Because of you."

"Pff....I swear to-" You turned back to your locker grabbing your books.

"Please go with me?" He drop to one knee pouting and you were quick to bring him back up.

You couldn't help but feel embarrassed from the attention this boy attracts but you laughed anyway. "Please don't do that. I'll go with you."

"That's all it takes." He smirked.

"Don't make me break up with you." You whispered back.

"I wouldn't let you go that easy."

"Yeonjun." You warned and he just laughed.

"I'll see you later." He kissed your cheek and left you alone as Mia approached.

"Did I mention how cute you two are?" She gushed.

"Only a hundred times." You closed your locker and began the short distance to your first class.

"And did he ask you to homecoming?" Mia asked before entering class.

"Yes." You blushed.

"This is gonna be so much fun." She cheered causing stares as you finally entered.

"What about-" You and Mia couldn't help but glance at Yuhyun as a conversation started, intending you to hear.

"Shhh- there is no way that virgin is winning homecoming queen." She said loudly looking at you wanting to hear. "Besides if that happens....we'll have to have a Carrie moment." They laughed in unison as they stared back watching you find your seats.

Mia was quick to defend you as you just sat down quietly. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"Nothing." She laughed nonchalantly.

"You're really that jealous?" Mia snickered. "That's sad."

"I'm not jealous of her." She made a face of disgust.

"Fooled us." Mia finally sat down in her desk.

"Me and Yeonjun go way back and if you thought for a second he actually has feelings for you than your dumber than you look." She snapped. "We just had a terrible fight and broke it off - he'll come crawling back sooner or later. It won't be the first time - Besides, who would fall for a girl like you?" She sat down turning her back towards you.

The professor entered starting class as you sat there with tears starting down your face. You knew better than to let her get to you but you hated this, hated her. You felt like you were playing tennis with you emotions because one moment you felt like all this drama wasn't worth it and just go back to being quiet and studious but once you're around him, you feel warm inside and happier than you could ever imagine. What should I do?

"Okay, let's pull out your homework-" You raised your hand.

"Yes." Mrs. Gim answered.

"Can I use the restroom?" Your voice was shaky.

She just nodded and you quickly grabbed your things making a speedy exit, hearing laughter from Yuhyun herself.

You rather just spend the rest of the day in the bathroom if you have to - what was the point of being a target.

"(Y/N) are you in here?" You heard Mia's voice but you didn't have the vocal cord to answer.

You saw her peeking under the stall. "Ahh there you are.....Please come out."

"I'm good here actually." Your voice was soft. "Why are you here, Mrs. Gim never lets two people go to the bathroom."

"I told her you felt sick." She dropped her backpack to the floor sitting on top of it crossing her legs. "Please don't let that bitch get to you. You're better than her and everyone knows it."

"I just don't know what to do."

"You have to understand something. Yeonjun is Yuhyun's first love - and trust me, I'm not trying to come up with excuses for her - but it's hard losing something special like that." She sighed. "I'm not saying I feel bad for her but I understand why she is acting this way."

"She's jealous. She was so torn up about this breakup, she had to lie to everyone that she broke up with him remember. Shes just really hurting right now and she's targeting all her anger on to you because she already sees how Yeonjun is with you and she probably misses it." You nodded even though she couldn't see you. "It doesn't mean she should act like a fucking bitch but all I'm saying is to not let her bring you down because you are the better person in this situation." She continued. "She wants you to feel this way so you will break up with him, show her you're stronger than her."

"Okay." You finally got up and opened the door. "Get off the floor before someone sees you." You smiled and she stood up giving you a hug.

"Doesn't bother me.......Now, no more crying. Popular girls don't cry." She handed you a tissue.

"Hmm, I'm not popular." You shrugged wiping your cheeks.

"Maybe not yet, but you're getting there."

"I will only be known as Yeonjun's girlfriend."

"Well.....I guess we'll have to let them know who you are." She smiled.

Mia is a good friend, you were lucky to have her, she would probably take a bullet for you if it came down to it and for years you blew her off. She was better than you. It was time to show your appreciation.

....

As much as it hurt. You weren't feeling up to a date night after all, Yuhyun had to ruin everything. Maybe a break from all this drama is what you needed. This wasn't how you pictured officially as Yeonjun's girlfriend would go.

"Skipping lunch again huh?" You knew better than to try and hide in the library because the troubled boy knew you by now and reading his face, he knew you were upset.

"I'm just looking for a new book."

"(Y/N)." You tried to suck up your tears that you already felt forming as soon as you saw him. Be strong.

"What?" You put on your best painless smile as you put the book back.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Or maybe he just knew you better than you thought.

"I'm fine, I'm just tired." You pouted cutely.

"Tired?" He glanced at you before looking down at his feet disappointed - he was hoping you would be honest with him about everything.

"Tired because I was thinking about you all night." You teased trying to lighten the mood or hide the fact you were hurting. But with that lame attempt, he didn't budge, he stayed quiet worrying you. "What? You can flirt but I can't?"

"What did Yuhyun say to you?" He asked again looking over at you.

"Did Mia tell you?"

"Why didn't you?"

"Because there's nothing you can do. If this is the price I have to pay to want to be with you then I guess I'll just have to deal with it."

"I told you I would take care of it."

"I know. But you're not responsible for her actions. Mia is right....she's just jealous and I'm sure she'll move on eventually."

"What did she say?"

"It's nothing I promise."

"(Y/N)?" He warned.

"Just what a normal jealous ex would say......you're with me to make her jealous and I'm stupid to think you have real feelings for me because it's not the first time you've had a bad breakup like this and saw other people." He nodded looking away from you.

You could tell he was angry but stayed calm for you. "I'm sorry. I'm gonna talk to her again and I promise she will stop this time, even if it involves her parents."

"Am I really worth all this." You didn't mean to sound dramatic but you generally wanted to know. Was all this drama really worth it to him?

"More than you know." He interlocked your hands leading you out of the library and straight to your locker since lunch was already letting out.

"So about tonight?" He began and all the feelings you had before vanished as you talked to your loving boyfriend. He cared about your feelings and it wasn't his fault things were bad, why punish him for that?

"6 right?" You smiled. "My house?"

He smiled back. "Okay. Shall we let your parents keep their money, I'll bring something?"

"Oh no, I'm cooking up a surprise."

"Oh really now." He chuckled leaning in before being rudely interrupted.

"-Excuse me Yeonjun, can I talk to you?" Yuhyun cut you off with a devilish grin.

"That's funny because I really wanted to talk to you." His tone was sarcastic and he gave you a sweet smile before taking off with Yuhyun.

....

"So what did she say?" You couldn't help but be curious.

"She said you were overreacting and she never meant to hurt your feelings." You grew angry immediately. "Don't worry I know it's bullshit."

"And I warned her I would go to her parents about her stalking me if she doesn't stop - and I know that will work because her parents love me." He sighed leaning his head back against the head rest. "I'm sorry you have to deal with this."

"It's not your fault. You must of been a great boyfriend that's all." He smiled at your response.

"I'll see you at 6?" He said before leaning in, letting you nod in approval before bringing his lips towards yours in a sweet tender kiss. You couldn't count the times he took your breath away with his simple gestures. You were his and the feeling still gave you goosebumps just thinking about it.

Before the kiss could get too carried away, you gently pulled away saying your goodbyes. "I'll see you at 6."

He looked at you with such softness in his eyes. He too felt infatuated with you as you did with him. You wanted this feeling to last forever but you know that was too good to be true. You knew this feeling will eventually fade the longer you're together - your sister as witness; but maybe it will be different for once.

You glanced around the house and quickly straightened up before tonight - not that your house was normally a mess, pretty clean actually; but you wanted it perfect.

Then you quickly got dressed into something casual and walked the short distance to the bus stop. You were just lucky you were pretty close to town so you didn't have to travel far. You made sure you grabbed your shopping bag as long as the money your mother left you on the counter. Your parents had some business party, so you knew they would be gone all night.

For the first time, you were glad your parents left you alone.

»Incoming text :: From Mia :: 3:57p.m. Hey, Yuhyun is having a party tonight. You want to help me sabotage it for revenge ;)

»Outgoing text :: To Mia :: 3:59p.m. I can't - I have plans actually

»Incoming text :: From Mia :: 4:00p.m. With Yeonjun? 0.0.....what you two doin this time? Especially now since you two are official and everything ;) xxx

»Outgoing text :: To Mia :: 4:00p.m. Just a movie and homework

»Incoming text :: From Mia :: 4:01p.m. Hmmm?!?

»Outgoing text :: To Mia :: 4:01p.m. What?

»Incoming text :: From Mia :: 4:02p.m. You two alone at your house?

»Outgoing text :: To Mia :: 4:02p.m. ....

You started to type.

»Incoming text :: From Mia :: 4:03p.m. Don't do anything I wouldn't do ;)

»Incoming text :: From Mia :: 4:03p.m. Or shall I say.....would lmao ;)

»Outgoing text :: To Mia :: 4:04p.m. Stop

You placed your phone back in your pocket, getting off the bus. What does she even think you two will do? Dinner and a movie is normal for dates. Right?

You shrugged it off as you grabbed your shopping cart, and began walking down the aisle deciding on making bulgogi for dinner with curry and ramen. You weren't the greatest cook but you watched your mother make it enough - it was a simple way to go.

You gathered all the ingredients, aimlessly making your way through the aisle, while mentally checking off the list in your head to make sure everything you needed was stored in your cart and ready to go. And just like that, you found yourself just about finished, when something caught your eye, causing you to hesitate. Your heart started to race just thinking about it. Do you need them?

You bit your lip anxiously before you quickly pretended to text on your phone as a person passed you down the aisle. Why did you feel so embarrassed? Once you were alone again you glanced ahead at the product seeing the different sizes and variations they offered.

Condoms....

They sell them here? Just out in the open? You guess you never seek them out before, so you never even noticed.

You proceeded to grab the first item that was closest to you, being toilet paper - to not seem so suspicious as you continued to study the different brands and wording that was placed upon the small packages. Why were there so many different types for one purpose? Comfortable for the female? What does that even mean? Your inexperienced ass couldn't handle this.

"Did you need help finding anything?" You heard a voice next to you breaking your train of thought.

Of course in this time of embarrassing agony, someone had to offer assistance when usually they aren't around when you actually needed them. At least she was a sweet old woman.

"No, I'm just trying to decide on um......what toilet paper to get. Do I want to spend the extra money for the soft one?"

"It's definitely worth it." She smiled before walking away. Kill me.

You glanced back still feeling those butterflies flutter around. Should you get them? No, Yeonjun probably already has them. But what if he doesn't in the moment? Maybe you should just in case. But what size?

What were you even doing?

You weren't even at that step in your relationship yet. You probably looked crazy on the store cameras right now. Just staring confusingly at a shelf of condoms. What has this boy done to you? You don't need them - at least as of right now.

You feel crazy even thinking about it. Just get your groceries and go home and make a sweet dinner for you and your boyfriend and watch a movie - nothing else.

But why was your heart still racing? You groaned frustrated as you put your cart back and making your way onto the bus back home with your bag of groceries.

Home....shower.....start cooking.....

You still had plenty of time once you got yourself all ready and began prepping your meal, it was still only 5:30.

You decided on a cute medium length, dark slate floral dress, with a light gray knitted sweater placed comfortably on top, along with your slippers. Were you dressed too much? It was only a comfy movie night. It was just casual but you wanted to look cute at least and not your normal lazy sweats. This was a date after all.

Everything was almost perfect. You quickly grabbed your throw blanket for a more comfortable setting as well as some lit candles on your coffee table.

Before you know it, 6 was here and Yeonjun was right on time, knocking on your door. You took a deep breath before opening the door and seeing the handsome man taking your breath away once again. You couldn't help but feel nervous all over again the first time seeing him - like every date still being your first.

"I bought chocolates." He held up the bag of goodies before leaning in - placing a sweet kiss upon your cheek. "Chocolate with popcorn is the best."

"You've done this before?" You teased letting him enter your home, placing the chocolate on your coffee table next to your burning candle.

"Nothing special, just with myself." He smiled sweetly. "I guess this movie is more romantic than I thought." He smirked looking at your candle.

You shrugged nervously. "I just like candles."

"My mom just texted me that her and my dad are just gonna stay at the local hotel because the party will be running late - so I guess I don't have to kick you out as quickly as I wanted to."

"So we can watch two movies?" He smirked.

"Sure." You giggled.

"Oh shoot, I need to check on dinner." You continued making a speedy bee line towards the kitchen. Luckily nothing was burnt from your slight distraction and you turned the burners off and continued prepping your meal together as Yeonjun watched comfortably.

"You're so cute." He smiled softly.

You glared teasingly. "Why must you insist on saying that for every little thing I do?"

"Well, stop being cute at everything you do." He arched his eyebrows playfully.

"I'm just being normal."

"Well, I guess your normal is cute."

"Yeonjun....I still have time to toss out your ass." You said playfully and he came up behind you in a warm back hug as you continued to finish spicing up the meal.

Back hugs was number one on your list for your dream boyfriend - and you couldn't believe you were here experiencing it yourself. It felt surreal.

"Bulgogi? Hmm....looks good." He leaned his chin on your shoulder. "I didn't know you could cook. You really are perfect."

"Far from.....I only know this because of my mom."

"But you still cooked it." He cuddled more into your neck. "Our next date, I'll cook for you."

"When will that be?" You relaxed as you felt him gently pepper his lips over your soft skin.

"Soon." Was all he said as the lust was slowly taking over. You couldn't help but close your eyes, taking in his gentle touch.

"Dinner is ready." You said in a hushed whisper, not breaking out of your trance. If you knew any better, you were completely under his spell. You never been touched in such a way - it felt.....amazing.

You practically begged him for more the moment you leaned your head slightly to the left, giving him full access. After every kiss, came a soft suck, up and down the crevice of your neck.

You never wanted him to let go but you needed to learn self control.

"We should eat before the food gets cold." You said again finally breaking free from your compulsion.

"You're right." He gave you one last peck before pulling away and helping you bring the plates out to the living room.

The atmosphere felt intense as you both clearly didn't want to break apart, but your meal was great none the less and you felt impressed with yourself from how well it turned out.

The movie you decided on was a romance - probably some chick flick - to fit the theme of your so called date. Which probably was a bad idea in the long run because after you cleaned up the food. It was just your main focus.

Yeonjun made some popcorn and next thing you know, you both were cuddled underneath your throw blanket, trying to pay attention to this silly romance. It's like you were waiting for something more to happen the moment you felt his fingertips dance on your exposed knee underneath your blanket. It was a cute innocent gesture until it stopped and all you felt was his hand rest there slowly tapping his index finger. A signal maybe?

You turned to question being hit with nothing but his lips on yours. It was fragile at first, like he was asking for permission but the moment you responded your lips with his - it grew intense and more desperate. This kiss wasn't like your other ones, this felt like a burning sensation upon the surface. You couldn't believe a simple kiss could have so many meanings and feelings behind it. Every one had felt different in its own unique way and this one was no exception. This one was the start of something new, something more.....dangerous.

He leaned further in until your back hit the couch cushions underneath as he towered over you. He had you pinned against the couch, forgetting instantly the tv even existed. The hand that was on your knee earlier was now resting on your slightly exposed thigh, rubbing slow circles on your soft skin, leaving goosebumps in its place. Your lips felt swollen by this point, but you didn't care, he made you feel weak.

And just when you felt like things couldn't get more intense, he broke away from the kiss but continued down, kissing your neck once again, but this time he didn't hesitate to nip softly around your soft skin. It felt hypnotizing - like he was a vampire sucking your blood. His hand climbed up your leg as well - playing with the strap of your underwear but he knew better than to take it further than that. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable in anyway. He cares too much for you.

You relaxed leaning your head to the side once again to give him a better access, letting a moan escape in the process. You didn't even know you did it until he stopped and looked at you. His lack of touch causing you to open your eyes, questioning.

"What?" You asked innocently.

"Nothing, you just sound sexy." He said before continuing to nip your neck one last time, marking his territory. You would be lying if you said the butterflies stopped during this whole process but they felt much more intense after the next, you thought you would be used to them by now but they intended to feel different the more moves he tried on you. You never have been touched in such a way before.

He lifted your leg to wrap it more around his waist as he moved his lips back up towards yours, sending tingles closer and closer to your core that you knew you felt a pool forming inside your underwear. He rested comfortably in between your legs, nothing but clothes to block your path to a more sensual desire.

You couldn't help but slowly gyrate your hips upward to get more comfortable that he stopped kissing you and looked at you with a smirk. "Are you trying to get me worked up?"

"Huh? That was an accident." You blushed avoiding his eye contact.

"An accident hmmm? Didn't think you were a tease." He leaned back down kissing you once again. He had one hand on your hip to keep you in place from moving. Did it affect him that bad? You barely moved an inch.

You didn't lie.....it felt good against your core that you secretly wanted more. Were the hormones getting to you?

You moved again, but purposely this time and with more momentum. He groaned against your lips softly pulling away. "(Y/N).” He said weak to your surprise.

"I can't help it." You whispered biting your lip and that was it for him - he wanted you more and more; like a drug he can't wean off of.

You pulled him back, working your lips with his. You jerked your hips again, causing him to hold your hip, helping you move in sync with him. You couldn't even tease him without him being a step ahead of you, you just wanted to be the one in control for once. Someday...

But that was the thing, you were in control without even knowing it. You were his newfound weakness and he didn't know how to handle you. He felt like you won this game and just decided to take one for the team. But he knew the effects and didn't know how to stop.

His lips were back on your neck as you felt the pace pick up. You felt soaked through by this point that normally you would be embarrassed but your hormones were telling you otherwise. Your heart began to race the moment you started feeling his bulge between your legs, was it really getting this far?

Maybe you should have gotten those condoms....

What? No. You're not ready for that. What were you thinking....or more likely....what was he doing to you?

"Yeonjun?" You whined feeling him right up your core. "Maybe we should stop."

He stopped and looked at you sympathetically. "I'm so sorry. You're right."

"I don't want to." You giggled for reassurance as you stopped him from pulling away. "I just.....I don't know how to do all of this." You bit your lip again but this time embarrassed.

You knew he already knows you are a virgin and have no experience whatsoever but you couldn't help but feel like a disappointment and just needed a reason for an excuse. It's not that you didn't want to go further but you felt like you couldn't without humiliating yourself in the process.

You looked down trying to avoid his eye contact. "(Y/N)." You finally looked up seeing him smile at you softly. "It's okay."

"But I don't want you to be bored or I don't want to be bad because I don't know how-"

"Relax." He cut you off. "I'll help you....whenever you're ready."

He was being the perfect gentleman and you couldn't have misjudged him better. This was not the boy you expected him to be.

"Okay." You smiled and he kissed your cheek sweetly. "We can still makeout though."

He chuckled at your nervous statement and smirked before leaning back down just as you heard a knock on the door cutting you both off.

You both grew confused getting up. "Did you forget you ordered pizza?"

"I didn't." You felt a slight chill. Who would be at your door? Mia?

"I'll get it." Yeonjun walked over to the door as you stayed hidden by the corner. It couldn't be Mia, she would have texted you.

"Party!" People yelled as soon as Yeonjun opened the door and immediately were piling inside. "Hey Yeonjun." People greeted the troubled boy.

"What is going on?" You yelled in panic trying to cut through the loud commotion.

"I don't know." Yeonjun was quick to try to find out more information. You kept trying to close the door but more and more people were entering.

"Yuhyun said that this was last minute, so we bought beer and snacks." Some dude greeted as he entered your home uninvited.

Yuhyun, you should have known better. You were quick to look for Yeonjun as your house was already filling up with people and music playing from some unknown source causing you to have a panic attack at any moment.

Yeonjun was in the kitchen as your counters were getting filled with junk. "Yuhyun-"

"I know. What do we do?"

"We can call the police?" He suggested.

"No, they will alert my parents." You took a deep breath. "Why would she do this?"

"Because she is a horrible fucking person." He pulled you into his chest comforting you.

"Hey, Yeonjun's new girlfriend -what's your name again?" You just glared at the random students you probably never even spoken to. "Oh (Y/N) that's right. Nice party! We knew you were quiet but we didn't know how cool you are. Cheers!"

"You know what? I'm not giving in to her anymore. I guess we're having a party - call your friends." Yeonjun gave you a look of uncertainty.

"It's okay. My parents aren't coming home tonight." You reassured. "But if Yuhyun tries to enter this house, stop her."

"(Y/N) I don't know-" You leaned up giving him a passionate kiss causing howls from around you. "Don't worry, she won't pull this again because her plan won't work."

He smiled at you kissing you again before pulling out his phone and calling his friends over as well as you.

»Outgoing text :: To Mia :: 8:07p.m. Mia, come over quick !!!!

»Incoming text :: From Mia :: 8:07p.m. What's wrong?

»Outgoing text :: To Mia :: 8:08p.m. Yuhyun ruined my date night telling everyone at school I was throwing a party!!!

»Incoming text :: From Mia :: 8:08p.m. WHAT?!?!?!??? WHY WOULD SHE DO THAT!

»Outgoing text :: To Mia :: 8:09p.m. Do we really need an explanation why? She's fucking evil!

»Outgoing text :: To Mia :: 8:08p.m. But the good thing is that I'm not gonna let her hurt me anymore, she wanted me to have a party than I guess I'm having a party

»Incoming text :: From Mia :: 8:08p.m. Yessss (Y/N)!!! We'll show her she can't run things anymore. She'll hate this lmao I'm leaving now.

Having Mia here will definitely make you feel better and stop any idiots from trashing any of your stuff. But one thing you know for sure is you can't let Yuhyun enter your party and.....you needed a drink.

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How about the fo4 companions (including DLC companions) reacting to a S.S. who was an Ex-Paladin for the BOS and had killed their team after being ordered to kill a synth child and went AWOL, taking the child under their care as a backstory?

I didn't do Ada or Longfellow because I didn't get to know them very well. We can imagine Ada didn't really give a shit and Longfellow just accepted it. He is old, he has wisdom... and he is probably drunk (for all I know of him)

Cait : "Bad-ass! I couldn't do better myself, kids not kids. But I take it's a warnin'. Dinnae violate yer morality by...not touchin' a child?"

Codsworth : "So this is what you were doing the entire time you were missing?"

"Yes. I was on the Capital side. I was completely disoriented after what happened to Nate/Nora. I had no idea what to do. And I couldn't bear seeing all I knew... altered in that way. I continued walking towards the capital without pausing. I couldn't find anything better on the road, so I decided to join the BoS. Seek out a place to live and some semblance of civilization. But they're all monsters in the end."

"Except for Danse..."

Sole tries to hide their smile, but they shake their heads and return to their solemnity.

"However, the reason I'm talking to you today is that my responsibilities as a General are taking up more and more of my time. I frequently put myself in dangerous situations. Also, the closer I go to the Institute, the more scared I am of never returning. I would not want my other child to be abandoned or without means."

"Do you still have him with you?"

"I hid him close to Sanctuary. I try to see him as much as possible, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. He requires a healthy environment, and Sanctuary has transformed into a haven of peace and tolerance..."

"Don't say anything else! I'd be delighted to look after this little one while you're away! We will always be at home to greet you back."

Sole expected nothing less from their butler, but seeing his joy warms their heart. The child does require a stable environment. Besides, having a location to return to and be welcomed back would be great for them.

Curie : "How dreadful. Betraying your vows by having to kill all of these individuals. Please be sure that I understand. But betraying a vow must be horrifying."

Sole sighs. Curie is only familiar with Hippocrates' oath. They are well aware that the synth cannot consider betraying it. But they appreciate how she handled the story. After all, these murders and betrayals have been weighing on them for a long time, and it feels nice to finally have someone to talk to.

Danse (Post BB) : "This story was told from time to time in the dorms. But I never imagined it was true, and I never suspected for a second that it was you. I now have a better understanding of your situation. But how is it that Maxson has never had a doubt? And why are you back?"

"It was another era, another time. They had not yet performed ADN testing, so how could they have known? And I needed the BoS to get into the Institute. But if you want a completely honest response, they are simply incredibly stupid."

"I recognize it now."

Deacon (romanced) : There were always moments. Sole vanished from his radar for a few days, then reappeared. They were impossible to trace. He now understands. Sole would never have allowed them to be followed in order to expose the location of this synth child's hiding place. And Deacon has more admiration than ever for this person to whom he has now dedicated his life.

Dogmeat : Love the child. Everything else is nonsense. It's a dog. He simply loves the child... and guards him like a mother wolf.

Elder Maxson (romanced) : Cade is formal. The soldier is the same. But how could it have taken him so long to identify them? How could his officer be so careless? He's not sure how to react now. To set an example, he must surely execute Sole immediately. But can he truly? He doesn't have a choice. As soon as Sole returns to the ship, he will arrest them and hand them over to a firing squad.

He doesn't have a choice...

But what if...

He makes an effort to think. He attempts to figure out who on his team could handle such a delicate mission for him. Then he finds out. Heylan, the scribe, came naturally in his mind. He is aware that she covered Danse. He had been aware of it, yet he accepted it since he himself was hesitant. Because a large part of him was hoping for a loophole in this tricky situation. Because he cared so much about Danse. And now, once again, a dossier in which his emotions and his responsibilities collide. Is this bad luck? When the scribe enters his quarters, he requests that she close the door behind her.

"This discussion never happened, and if you mention it, I will deny everything and you will face justice."

Haylen had not anticipated such a welcome. She was already worried about appearing before the Elder, her nerves had now reached new heights. But she nodded, waiting for what the leader of her organisation intended to do.

"You will return to the ground and follow Sole's trail, trying to find their allies and visiting their colonies. You must deliver a message from me: "I know, never come back."

Haylen cocks her head to the side, unsure, but she nods once more.

"Good, sir."

"Be really discreet. If you do not send this message before Sole returns to the airport, I will be forced to execute them. Do you realise the significance of what I'm asking?"

"Sir, yes. I completely understood."

"Danse trusted you, Sole trusted you, and so do I. Don't betray that trust."

"Never, sir."

And now all Maxson has to do is wait and hope. He did everything in his power. May fate now look after Sole.

Hancock : "Killing BoS? Help a child? And you were unwilling to brag about it?"

Sole frowns and shakes their head.

"There's more to it than that. I deserted my companions; I betrayed those who had placed their trust in me. They were under my command, and—

"You put your duties as they must be. This ends the debate. Is he all right, the kid?"

"Yes, yes, yes. He lives not far away. I hid him in... well, I hid him. I try to see him as frequently as possible."

Hancock's keen stare falls on them, becoming somber.

"Are you too afraid to tell me where he is?"

His friend, embarrassed, lowers their head.

"Understand! I… For so long, I've lived as a renegade, and I've kept our path hidden. It's difficult to put faith in anyone on this subject."

With a slight smile on his face, the mayor shakes his head.

"You've just pointed out your betrayal, your massacer, and its existence to me. It's odd that you paused right before asking me to send Fahrenheit to babysit."

"Pardon?" Sole and the bodyguard inquire.

"Yes, keeping him secure. So many sacrifices, why not give him a life worth saving?"

"Not in Goodneighbourhood! Never!"

"So what? Isn't this the town of outcasts and fugitives?"

Sole mulls on what Hancock has just said, but they sighs deeply.

"No. This is not the kind of life I want for him."

"So it's better to hide him?"

"I'm not sure, but your girlfriend doesn't appear to agree with your plans."

"Fah is my daughter, not my girlfriend."

Sole's eyes widen in disbelief. Hancock busts out laughing.

"A secret for a secret. Where do you plan on putting down roots, for the kid? I mean, seriously."

Gage : "What on earth does that have to do with conquering the Commonwealth?"

Sole grimace. That was something they should have expected. Gage is unconcerned about his last sock. The past is the past, the raiders are not children of the heart, and Gage's objectives are more essential than humans leaving by the side of the road. Sole does not and will never insist. But one day, like this, Gage returns to them, perplexed.

"You know, boss, I've been thinking about something. You betrayed your old patrol for a child who isn't even human. There may be children present when we invade the Commonwealth colonies. Are you sure you're not going to do it backwards?"

Sole's eyes widen in amazement. Then they softly shake their head and smile.

"No way, Gage, never."

But after that, their lieutenant was shot in the head the moment he turned his back.

MacCready : "Killing BoS and protecting a child synth. Yeah. You like risks, it’s twisted, but who am I to judge?"

He sighs and shrugs.

"Say, regarding the events in Vault 81... I hope you don't hold my view in the same regard, and that you're not planning to gut me in my sleep."

"Did you request that this child die? You were upset that I saved him, but you didn't ask for his death. That's not the same."

"No, I didn't... I didn't mind that you saved him! I'm disappointed that you didn't save yourself for whatever reason!"

MacCready is suddenly interested in his weapon, which he disassembles to lubricate the mechanism.

"However, I am not surprised. In fact, an imbecile capable of giving up healthcare in favor of a child's life may well debunk BoS without guilt in order to rescue one."

"It was my team..."

"That was the motto. The past is gone. Winlock and Barnes were both killed by me. You heard me; I don't pass judgement."

Nick Valentine (romanced) : He had a good time that evening. Conversations about the past, Sole in his arms, starry sky over their heads. But, for once, Sole didn't bring up the pre-war topic. They described this horrific event from their recent history nervously, almost fearfully.

"And the kid, what's he become?" The detective inquires flatly.

"Always safe and hidden. I try to pay him visits every few days. But I'm always worried that he'll be discovered."

Sole looks up to Nick, and he sees their anxiety. He strokes their cheek gently.

"Your secret is safe with me. I will never betray you. In the meanwhile, we'll consider where we can best place the child. Perhaps one of your settlements. I suppose he could be quiet at Sanctuary, and you could stop constantly glancing over your shoulder."

Sole's eyes are now bright with joy. They had already considered it, but because this secret had always been closely guarded, they frequently pondered if it was a poor idea without anybody else talking about it. The fact that Nick agrees with them gives them comfort. Yes, perhaps it's time for this poor child to resume his normal existence. And now that they're thinking about it, they're certain that Sanctuary would be the ideal location.

Piper : "Wow! What a tale! I'm not supporting genocide, but these Brotherhoods are viciously slaughtering anything that isn't like them."

"It was not a genocide."

"A slaughter? Don't try and tell me it wasn't a slaughter."

"Do you intend to write an article about this?"

"No! Absolutely not! I'm not stupid enough to put you and the boy in danger, and it could eventually lead to an open war with the Brotherhoods to expose to them that the Commonwealth Minutemen General is a former traitor to their organisation."

Sole gently shakes their head, a small smile on their lips. Piper's intelligence should never be underestimated. She comprehends things better than anybody else, and they were right to put their trust in her.

Preston : "But really, you had to kill these men back then?"

Sole sadly shakes their head.

"They refused to listen to reason. They'd track me down and kill me. I was his single chance to living a free and happy life. I had no choice."

The Colonel nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on the Prydwen.

"I see what you're saying. And I completely understand your distress at seeing this ship. Okay, if diplomatic visits are necessary, I will make them. Meanwhile, return this sad child to Sanctuary so he can have a decent home. It's a disgrace to keep him among the ruins, fearful, when we can give him a better future."

Sole can't keep a smile from appearing on their lips. They were completely right in telling Preston of everything.

Strong : “Boring. No need so much words. Protecting child. Good. Strong strong. Strong will protect child of human.”

Sole smiled slightly. It felt good to talk about it. And as usual, Strong’s simplistic philosophy reinforced their convictions. And now they have one more ally to protect their child.

X6-88 : Sole is sad now. They have since developed a trusting relationship with the Courser. They had placed their trust in his friendship. They assumed that X6 had progressed past certain phases of the Institute. That he had changed. So, they confided in him about everything. Their companion's reply did not take long. He demanded that Sole hand over the infant to the Institute. There have been relatively few synth children created, and they are extremely valuable for research advancement. Sole refused, as they had before refused to follow X6 in some "homework," but the Courser did not sweep the subject with the back of his hand this time. He made a threat against Sole. He threatened them, and everything about his demeanour indicated that he was serious. He stated thoroughly that it was the final straw. If Sole continued to refuse to behave in the Institute's best interests, they would be judged to have chosen to be an enemy. When Sole refused to cooperate, X6 opened fire, claiming that he didn't need Sole to find the child but couldn't afford to have them in his way. Sole is sad since they have to kill someone they thought a friend.

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