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sunny44 · 5 months

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All these years (Part 3)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Ex girlfriend! Reader

Warnings: slap, fights and maybe more things

Summary: Separated by a disagreement, Charles and Y/n meet again after years apart and all the feelings they had repressed come flooding back.

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My parents had already left for dinner at the Leclerc house and I was already showered and getting ready to order a pizza when the doorbell rang.

"I can't believe he really came." I said to myself and opened the door and saw Arthur standing there. “You really came here to get me. Seriously?”

"Of course I came, why didn't you came?"

"I don't want to see your brother, I didn't even want to come to the wedding so I wouldn't see your brother." He put his hand on his chest, feigning fake indignation. "I'm sorry but it's true and at the wedding I can still get away from him but there in your house with half a dozen people I can't."

"Y/n, he didn't even come, there was a problem with the plumbing in his apartment and the plumber couldn't fix it until today, so get dressed and let's go because my mother said I wouldn't have a wedding tomorrow if I didn't take you."

"Okay, let me just put some clothes on and fix my face." He agrees and I go to the bedroom.

I put on a simple black dress and sneakers, did a quick make-up just so I wouldn't look so bad and picked up my things.

I went downstairs and left my house accompanied by Arthur. As soon as we entered the house I could hear the laughter of my parents and his parents.

"Look who I brought!" he said, pulling me along.

"My God, you look beautiful." She says and hugs me. "How you've changed."

"Thank you, Mrs. Leclerc."

"It's just Pescale, darling." She smiles and runs her hand through my hair. "I missed you, it's been a while since you came to visit us, how is Milan?"

"I've missed you too and everything's fine, I've been promoted to head of the urban architecture sector."

"That's wonderful, I know how much you wanted that job."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why do you think?"

"That's great my love, I'm happy for you." My dad hugs me.

He always has a way of finding out about situations.

"Sorry I'm late, the plumber managed to get there early." he says as he walks in and stops as soon as he sees me there.

At that moment everything around me seemed to disappear except for him, it was the first time we'd seen each other in years, after all the best and worst moments of my life we were here.

Facing each other again.

"Hi darling, how are you?" My mom goes over to him and hugs him, and he takes his eyes off me.

"Hi Mrs. Y/l/n, I'm fine, how are you?”

"We're fine too." She smiles.

It had been years since I'd seen my mother smile like that, which made me roll my eyes.

"I thought you weren't coming." Lorenzo says, coming over.

"Actually, the problem was much smaller than it seemed and I managed to get the plumber to come early so everything was sorted. Where's Carla?”

"She's with her parents."

"Hi Y/n.”

"Charles."

"Greet him right Y/n."

"Don't push it, Mom."

"Well, shall we have dinner?" his mother says, changing the subject.

…

The only words we exchanged today were that greeting, then we distracted ourselves with other people on different subjects but always keeping a distance from each other.

"I think I'm going now," I said as I got up.

"Why don't you stay a little longer?" His mom asked.

"I really have to go; I haven't slept since I arrived early this morning, and I'm dead tired. I drove from Milan to here."

"Alright then, especially since tomorrow is the big day."

"We're leaving at 8 in the morning to go to the resort, okay?" Lorenzo said before I left.

"Well, in that case, I think it's best for all of us to go to sleep," Arthur got up from the couch.

"I'm going to stay around; I'm too tired to drive."

"Charles, your old room has your brother's things in it, so you can't sleep there."

"He can stay at our place." My mom said.

"Love, I..." my father tried to say it's a bad idea, but she obviously didn't care.

"Let's go, Charles, there's a spare room and no one will bother you there."

"That's great."

"Did you say something, Y/n?"

"I said 'that's great' in a very ironic way in case you didn't understand that as well."

I grabbed my phone and left there; I couldn't take my mother's jabs anymore or even look at him.

I took off my clothes and put on some pajamas, leaving the room to go to the bathroom and as I was about to open the door, Charles was coming out of it.

"Are you still going to use it?"

"Can you be less rude?"

"Are you going to use it or not?"

"No," he said and I went in.

I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and after going to the bathroom, I returned to the room, only to be faced with that jerk sitting on my bed.

"Excuse me, can you please leave?"

"We need to talk."

"We have nothing to talk about. You need to leave because I want to sleep."

"Please, love."

"Don't call me that. In fact, don't call me anything; forget that I exist."

"It's kind of hard to forget you." He looked me up and down with a malicious look, and I slapped him in the face. "What's your problem?"

"You're my problem, and you're a jerk, too." He laughed. "Look, we haven't seen each other in years, so pretend we never even met and leave me alone."

"I just want to apologize."

"And I don't want to hear it. Nothing you have to say changes what you told me years ago."

"I never meant to say those things."

"But you did, and the fact that you said them means that you considered them to be true, even if only for a moment." He fell silent. "You moved on with your life, and I moved on with mine. I don't want to go back to the past."

"I never wanted this to happen between us. You were the love of my life and I ruined everything out of selfishness. You would never have asked me to choose, and I had no right to do the same to you. I should have supported you as a decent boyfriend would, and all I did was say those horrible things to you." He spoke, and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as I remembered. "I'm so sorry."

"I'm sorry, Charles, but your apologies doesn’t change anything. Your apologies don't change the fact that I feel disgust when I look at you. The anguish I feel in my chest when I see you is still the same, and that won't change."

"I understand, but I owed you an apology even if you don't accept it," I agreed. "Goodnight, Y/n."

He left and I locked the door. Those words were haunting my mind, and I swear if I weren't so tired, I would have stayed up all night thinking about it.

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tarjapearce · 8 months

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dancing to sexy latin pop or reggaeton music with miguel. he's got two left feet and slight rhythm but he's also very turned on by you 🤭

Another Pre-Soccer Family and how they keep flirting? Yes. 🤭

Couldn't help but imagine this with these songs 🤭

Even though the little outing after soccer game you had invited Miguel to was success, your wallet surely suffered some damage.

The man ate. He was kinda quiet mostly of the time, but surely enjoyed the food you had treated him with. You were just taking mental notes of what he liked and what not. The spicier the better, definitely a Horchata team man, and of course, a carne asada man. The conversation was sparse, but it was nice. You were as nervous as he was, didn't actually think that he would accept.

He loved meat. And once you finished you drove him home. He ended up 'telling' you about this upcoming party at Peter's to celebrate MJ's birthday.

"If you wanna come, though."

"Are you... inviting me?" You gave him a smug smile and he just cleared his throat and shrugged.

"I'm just telling you."

You pursed your lips, smile fading.

"Oh... okay. I might go. "

"Might?"

"Hmm." You parked outside his home, "Not sure if I can make it that day. But let me see what I can do"

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Miguel gave Peter's house entrance subtle glances here and there. He was busy with the food, Peter had asked him for the details of your date which, he plainly just shrugged off as a normal outing.

"Did you invite her to the party?" Jess spoke

"I told her about it." He frowned at the disappointment in Peter's and Jess, even Gabriel's face.

"Telling is not the same as inviting! It's the etiquette rule to invite someone, when you want to see them again that is. No wonder she looked kinda bummed out."

"Yo tampoco vendría si me lo dijeran así." (I wouldn't come either if I'd get told like that)

His deep red eyes glared at his brother's comment.

"Si viene, mínimo baila con ella." (If she shows up, the least you can do is to dance with her.)

"Okay, okay. Leave the guy alone. He hasn't dated someone in ages. But yeah, you're a dumbass. C'mon." He offered a beer, Miguel took a long swig of it.

------

He didn't had your phone and certainly approaching Jess was out of the equation. She'd tease him to no end before anything. Party had started two hours ago, and still no signs of you.

He rubbed his face, deep in thought on how he had possibly screwed it up as he nursed his Horchata glass in the kitchen. He was preparing an extra plate of food when your voice echoed through the entrance.

"I'm so sorry for the delay! Got too carried away picking a gift" You hugged MJ.

"You hungry?" Jessica spoke as your voices approached. His grip on the spoon tightened.

"Ah, don't worry. Kinda ate in my way back. Maybe later."

Your eyes met his. His jaw tightened and you just gave him a little smile and a wave before disappearing back with Jessica.

Awkward.

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You had been dancing the last few songs in a row with Jessica and MJ, he just watched you from afar. You had rejected a couple of men that had asked you to dance.

"He keeps staring" Jessica mumbled and you shrugged.

"Can't do everything myself. Besides, correct me if I'm wrong, but he doesn't seem too keen in making an advance either"

"You kidding? He's been staring holes at the door waiting for you to come." MJ whispered at your ear.

"He's just... shy I guess?"

The music was a bit upbeat, the lights were down, you refreshed yourself before going back again at the dance floor. You saw him across the room, bored out of his mind, and taking swigs of his beer that was warm at this point.

He nearly choked as you approached him.

"Let's go"

You offered your hand and he looked away.

"No puedo bailar" (Can't dance)

"No te preocupes. Yo tampoco pero te enseño" (Don't worry, Me neither but I'll teach you.)

He took a last swig of his beer and stood. He didn't know if it was the alcohol or it was the whole thing that was about to happen that made his ears warmer. The beat changed into something more slow and mellow. A bachata.

You giggled as you stood before him.

"Now what?"

"We are supposed to get closer"

He crushed your heeled foot with his boots

"Sorry... fuck." He rubbed his neck awkwardly.

"Relax, it's fine. It happens alot."

One of your hands went around the small of his waist as he took your hand. Delicate and small snuggled against his calloused and big one.

His heart skipped a beat when you guided his other hand on your waist.

"Right"

"Bachata is easy. It's just swaying your hips left and right. It's the easiest dance" You stepped closer, and moved with the beat. He could feel your curves moving. His feet followed. Clumsy, step dances were enough to make you laugh. He frowned.

"Perdón, perdón. Ya, no me voy a reír" (Sorry sorry, Ok. I won't laugh)

"Suelta esas caderas, mano" (Let those hips go, man)

Your hands went to his hips, and moved them.

"One, two" Your hips swayed to accentuate the little whip move at the end of the second step. He gulped.

"Eso, Miguel!"

You clapped softly, he just chuckled.

"Now, just do that to the left and right and that's it."

"Really?" He took your hand in his again and placed the other one on your lower back.

"Yeah." Your lips stretched in a bashful smile.

For once you were glad the lights were down as you danced. You still could see him. And of course still could feel his feet crushing yours. People stared your way, but neither of you cared, too focused in teaching eachother things as you laughed out of nervousness.

The song changed, into something more Sultry, yet danceable.

That was definitely one of Gabriel's songs.

"I don't know how to dance this one, does the previous dance moves apply to this one too?"

His technicism in speaking was plain endearing to you. You giggled at his pouty face.

"Not really, but if you feel comfortable with-"

"Enséñame, pues." (Teach me, then)

That shut you giggle off. He smirked.

"Estás seguro?" (You sure?)

He shrugged and crossed his arms on his chest.

"We're already making a fool of ourselves, so..."

"Me gusta tu entusiasmo, Dracula" (I like your eagerness)

"Qué te digo, me gusta aprender." (What can I tell you. I like learning.).

You slapped his chest playfully then took his hand and guided him to a wall, like many other people around. His hands were on your waist again, and this time yours rested on his neck. The lyrics of the second song only added a little sizzle to the mood.

Imagínate en mi cuarto

Comiéndote a besos

Your body swayed, it took a little for him to get your rhythm. And it was almost intoxicating for him, borderline overwhelming. The closeness of your bodies didn't help, the lyrics of the song only made his eyes to stop at you lips, Your fingers had ended up entwined, and certainly that little red dress you wore didn't help the upcoming override in his system. The song was over, but it didn't matter.

One of your hands caressed his nape and he shuddered, you bit your lip, he inched closer to your face. Nails raking softly the exposed part of his skin underneath his neck, his breath fanned over your lips. But one finger stopped him, said finger separated your lips from his.

"Nuh uh. No me invitaste, recuerdas? " (You didn't invite me, remember?)

With a smirk you separated your body from his. His eyes blinked, trying to process what was happening

"Thanks for the dance" You smiled oh so sweetly before disappearing into the kitchen, leaving him there, a flustered mess. Mind was in 404 error.

Dios mío...

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #soccer family ⚽🕷️#t writes✨

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brownsugarwrites · 3 months

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Superstar

★ pairings: Johnny cage x black!fem!actress!reader

★ warnings: fluff & smut. bossy head strong reader, smug bastard johnny, enemies to lovers, oral (f!receiving). they have sex idk what else to say. sub!reader. creampie. one night stand elements. dirty talk & pet names. maybe a bit of brat taming? squirting. written with a black reader in mind but anyone can read!

★ wc: 2.6k (wow!)

★ dedicated to @lxnarphase

“Is there any way for this car to go faster?” you asked impatiently.

“No, ma’am, I'm sorry traffic is horrible,” your driver told you sympathetically.

Rolling your eyes, you continued typing the email to your casting agent, letting them know you would be late. Not that you really cared or anything, but it was still considerate to let them know you wouldn't be on time.

This was your life. Going to casting meetings and getting scripts. You just wrapped up one of your movies about two months ago, and now you were onto the next one.

Finally, pulling into the movie studio's lot, the driver drove to the main building where all the meetings occurred. As you pulled up, you grabbed your purse, stepped out of the vehicle, and walked to your destination.

Asking for directions, you go to the elevators and wait for it. Growing anxious, the elevator pinged and opened its wide doors.

Stepping onto it, you pressed the button before taking out your phone to see the exact room for the meeting.

Stepping off the elevator, your heels echoed throughout the hall as you approached the room.

Opening the glass door, the director greeted you first.

“I'm so glad you were able to make it! Please have a seat.”

“This is who we were waiting on?” you heard a smug familiar voice say

Snapping your head in that direction, you rolled your eyes before scoffing loudly.

“Is there a problem-”

“Yes, there is a problem. Dont tell me this is my co-star?” you asked with annoyance.

Johnny Cage. Seasoned actor who has a long rapport with Oscars, Golden Globes, and even some Emmys. He was arrogant and big-headed. You didn't like him from a movie you did a while ago, even though it was a small cameo.

“Dont be like that, sweetheart. I sure we can put the past behind us and focus on the movie?” he said with a smirk playing on his face.

Rolling your eyes for the third time today, you walk to the table and sit next to one of the writers.

After the meeting, you stood off to the side, waiting to talk to your agent to ask why she put you in this situation, knowing the beef you had with your co-star.

“Looking good, as always, superstar,” Johnny complimented, walking up to you.

Even with your stilettos on, he still hovered over you so slightly that you had to stare up at him.

“Just stay out of my way, Cage,” you scoffed, crossing your arms.

“I don't think that’s possible with us being leads in the same movie.”

“I'm not going to repeat myself,” you retorted.

“Dont have to, superstar. I'm excited to work with you again, sweetheart,” he said before putting his sunglasses back on his face and walking away.

Watching him leave the boardroom room, your casting agent walked over to you.

“So.. are you guys made up?” she asked with a grin.

“Dont make me fire you.” you snapped, not thinking her joke was amusing.

Watching her face drop in fear, you strode towards the door and left the building.

When it was finally time for filming, you were greeted with a vase of hydrangeas in your makeup trailer. Opening the note with the initials J.C on it, you tore the paper and threw it into the garbage can.

“Did ya get my flowers, superstar?” Johnny asked as you walked onto the set.

“I did. Thanks, I guess,” you responded flatly.

Smiling, his voice boomed throughout the studio, letting the crew know he was ready to shoot.

This became the routine. Sometimes, you and Johnny would have good and bad days. But the good started to outweigh the bad, and you tolerated him a bit more throughout this journey.

He felt the same about you. He wouldn't tell anyone about his crush on his co-star. He felt like a little kid teasing you and annoying you just so that you would give him your undivided attention. As juvenile as it sounded, it worked. Seeing you get so annoyed with him really gave him the satisfaction of driving you crazy. It was all a part of his plan to make you his girlfriend finally.

Hearing a knock on your trailer door, you invite the person in

“I would say someone is warming up to me.” You heard the familiar voice as he walked in.

Scoffing playfully, you asked what he wanted.

“Just bored and wanted to see my pretty co-star. Do you have a problem with that?” he asked, sitting next to you on the couch.

Seeing that he was shirtless with the robe barely covering his chest, giving you a peek of his abs, you felt a sweat drip down your forehead.

Shaking your head no, you released a shaky breath, feeling him inch closer to you.

“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” he asked, arrogance in his tone.

“Oh shut up.” you simply said before looking away, feeling your cheeks warm up in embarrassment,

“Wow, am I making my superstar nervous right now? That’s new,” he teased, face coming closer to yours.

“My superstar” had you weak in the knees. You were sure you would fall onto the ground if you stood up.

He was toying with you, and you needed to fight back the best way you could.

“No, I'm not nervous, Johnny. Why are you so fucking close?” you asked, trying to keep your guard up and turning to meet his eyes.

“Cause maybe I think you're gorgeous, and I wanna get a better look at you,” he replied smugly.

Rolling your eyes, the two of you sat silently, feeling the thick tension clouding over you. His face came closer to you as you felt your breath synch with his. Your eyes fluttered close, accepting whatever was about to happen.

“We need you on set in five minutes,” you heard one of the production assistants yell through the door.

Eyes shooting open, you jump away before apologizing and look out, feeling your face burn up.

“Dont apologize. Come on, they need us on set,” he said with a wink, taking your hand in his

Snatching your hand away, you got up and left your trailer. Johnny trailed behind you with a sly smile on his face.

Three and a half months later, you were finally done filming. Feeling a weight leave your shoulders, you congratulated the crew members on their achievements.

“I had fun working with you, superstar. You almost did as good as me,” he joked.

Smacking your lips, you looked at him in shock. “Almost as good as you? I'm pretty sure I did as good as you, maybe even better,” you jabbed back.

“Well, how about we celebrate? That new lounge just opened downtown. Meet there tonight?” he asked, giving puppy dog eyes.

“Sure, I could go for a glass of wine or two. 8:30.”

***

8:50. You’re twenty minutes late even though you chose the time to meet him. Sitting in the section he brought for the two of you, he pulled out his phone to see if you were still coming out tonight.

Looking up, he saw you walking in with your thigh-high boots on with the tight black dress, hugging you tight as you carried your Chanel purse over your shoulder.

“You must have a thing for being late, sweetheart,” he teased, grabbing your hand to help you not trip over your feet.

“I'm here, aren't I?” you asked, rolling your eyes.

What would he give to make those pretty eyes roll behind your pretty head

“I had them put your wine on ice. I think it's warm now.”

“Eh, I’ll be ok. Thank you for inviting me out.” you thanked him.

As the night went on, the two of you joked and conversed about things going on in your daily life. What new brand deals have the two of you got down to, and what have you all made for dinner this week.

You could feel the tension between the two of you, especially with the way he placed his big hand upon your plush thigh, giving it teasing squeezes.

“Take me to the bathroom?” you asked.

Grabbing his hand, you led the way to the bathroom. He waited for you outside as you went into the bathroom.

Coming out, you stood before him, peering up at him with your big brown eyes. Grabbing your face, you felt his soft lips placed upon yours. It may have been the drinks talking, but you wanted him.

“Tell me you want this as much as me,” he whispered in your ear before kissing along your neck, grabbing a handful of your ass.

“Yes, b-but not here. Papz might be watchin',” you whimpered.

Taking note, he let you lead the way as you walked out of the club to get to his sports car, trying not to get caught by the sneaky paparazzi.

“Nice car,” you complimented, walking up to his matte black Maserati as he opened the door for you.

Giving you a tap on your ass, he thanked you before closing the door after making sure you got in ok.

The car ride seemed like it took forever, even with Johnny exceeding the speed limit, to get to his house. Feeling the needy grip on your thigh was driving you crazy. Biting your lip in anxiousness, you started to scroll on your phone so you did not think about the current climate in the car.

Finally pulling into the garage with his other cars, he quickly turned off the engine as you unbuckled your seatbelt. Before you could open the door to get out of the vehicle, Johnny beat you to it before lifting you out of the car bridal style and taking you into his mansion.

Fighting with the door that led inside his house, he grunted in annoyance.

“Why dont you put me down-” you asked, trying to give a solution.

“Because if I put you down, I'm fucking you in this garage, and a lady like you should be fucked properly.” he simply responded, finally getting the door to open.

Stepping inside with you in hand, he closed the door with his foot before taking you up the stairs that led to the bedroom.

Kissing you with fever, he placed you on the bed gently as you started to tug off his shirt. You felt yourself growing more aroused as he moved down to your neck, gently sucking on it.

Mewling softly, you pulled him away from your neck so that he could take off his clothes.

“Nun uh sweetheart. Dont be impatient,” he instructed you as he moved down towards your legs to take your shoes off.

Once your shoes were discarded, he began to litter kisses upon your leg leading up to your inner thigh before coming dangerously close to your clothed, needy cunt.

Withering away, his grip on your legs became tighter as he held you in place, fighting your urge to run away. Lifting your dress, he was met with the blue lace trim underwear. Pulling them to the side swiftly, he smiled at the way it glistened before putting his fingers on your sticky clit and rubbing circles on it.

Mewling in response, he replaced his fingers with his mouth before sucking on your pussy and running his tongue between your folds. Thick thighs squished his ears as he continued his assault on you, hearing your muffled moans as your nails raked through his hair, tugging on it lightly.

He was in heaven. In between your thighs was where he belonged, listening to the way you whimpered for more, feeling you come close to your first orgasm of the night. Feeling his pants tighten around his dick as you begged him to let you cum. Bringing his calloused fingers back to your puffy clit he began to make small circles on it feeling you shake slightly as your orgasm washed over you.

Releasing your legs from his grip, he watched as your chest rose and fell as you tried to think about your current predicament. Not having a chance to let your brain catch up, you feel Johnny hover over you to take off your dress, revealing the matching lace bra that held your tits with the piercings on them.

“If I knew any better, I would think you planned on me to fuck you,” he chuckled before unbuckling his pants, letting you see his hard-on as it could barely be contained in his boxers before squeezing it.

“Fuck you look so sexy like this,” he said as he reached to pull your panties off, being mesmerized by a string of slick connected to your underwear, throwing them on the floor before taking off his own. Hearing the way his long, girthy dick stood at attention.

Feeling embarrassed, he kissed your temple, loving the way you shivered under him.

“You’re awfully quiet, doll,” he whispered.

“Are you gonna keep teasing me, or are you actually going to fuck me” you spat quietly in his ear.

Kissing his teeth, he gave your needy pussy a few slaps before bucking into you. His pace started off relentless as his balls collided with your thighs; as the loud, squelchy sounds started to flood the room.

“F-fuck.” you moaned, hands coming to play with your clit as he continued fucking into you.

“S-shit, that's it, sweetheart. Keep playing with that pretty clit for me,” he groaned out, lips going in between his teeth as you clenched down for me.

You felt yourself about to cum again. Drawing tighter circles on yourself, you began to cry for release.

“Cumming again, baby? Fuck” he asked with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“I-i need it. Johnny, please let me cum” you squirmed, feeling it becomes too much for you.

“You can cum, my superstar.” he fought out, feeling you clench down on him.

Hearing you squeal, you lay on the bed breathless and dizzy, some small pieces of your hair sticking onto your sweaty body.

“You have no idea the things you do to me,” he said, kissing you deeply.

Soon after, he was flipping you over to your knees, making you arch your body so that your ass was in the sky. You felt vulnerable as you looked back at him, sticking his angry flush tip and inserting your weeping pussy again.

“Next time, I should try your wrist together and fuck you like this all night,” he grunted as he pushed your back further into its arch, beginning to fuck you again.

Trying to catch onto his rhythm, you began to rock your hips back and forth, trying to meet his thrusts. Grabbing a handful of your ass, hit bit his lip in pleasure, accepting your thrusts.

“You‘re gonna make me cum. Fuck” he moaned out, squeezing his eyes shut.

“You can cum inside,” you whispered.

Feeling something animalistic turn on in him, he started to fuck you deeper as he was nearing his release.

“S-say it again for me,” he asked.

“Inside, you can cum inside,” you responded louder this time.

“You’re gonna drive me crazy,” he grunted.

Feeling a bubbling pressure in your abdomen, you knew you were close again. Not giving a chance to warn Johnny, you felt a warm liquid trickle down your thighs as your legs shook.

Feeling squirt on his dick had him seeing stars as he delivered one last thrust before ropes of thick cum filled your cunt.

Falling onto the bed, you drooled onto the pillow, feeling your eyes get heavier by the second. Instantly, you felt a pair of warm arms cradle you to the bathroom, sitting you on the toilet as you heard water running into the tub. The smells of lavender and vanilla filled your nose as you attempted to keep your eyes open.

Feeling yourself get picked up again, placed into the warm water, and feeling a structured body come behind you as you lay on it.

“Did so good for me, sweetheart. My superstar,” he said, kissing your temple as you nodded off.

#johnny cage x reader #johnny cage smut #johnny cage x you #johnny cage mk #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat smut #johnny cage x black reader #mortal kombat x black!reader

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sailor-aviator · 7 months

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Okay so @mayhemmanaged reblogged something from @ohtobeleah and now I can't stop picturing DHTN!Jake with his and Scouts newborn??

Imagine Scout waking up in the middle of the night to find Jake not in bed with her. His side of the bed isn't cold, so she knows he hasn't been up for long. She gets out of bed, still half asleep and wanders through the house. She smiles when she hears Jake making cooing noises in the nursery. Quietly, she comes to the open door, finding her husband holding the gurgling baby in his arms.

Imagine how tiny his newborn son would be in his arms as he gently rocks him from side to side.

"You got me wrapped 'round your little finger just like your mama, huh Cowboy?" he'd say softly. Their son lets out another gurgle and Jake smiles widely down at him.

"Ya know," Jake continues, eyebrows raising, "There was a time there that I was worried I wouldn't get to meet you."

Their son lets out a small cry and Jake chuckles.

"I know," he coos, holding the tiny infant's hand in his much larger one. "Your mama wouldn't give me the time of day for the longest time. She drove me crazy, but it only made me want her more."

He hums thoughtfully. "Had to prove myself to her first. Your mama wasn't going to settle for just anyone, but I knew I'd win her over. Knew it from the moment I laid eyes on her."

"He's not even a month old, and you're already spinning him yarns?" she'd ask. Jake would jump slightly, and the little boy would cry in protest. Scout would rest her arm on Jake's shoulder, leaning over to comfort their little one.

"It's not a yarn if it's true," he'd chuckle, leaning down to place a soft kiss to her cheek. "Did I wake you?"

"No," she'd sigh happily, now resting her head against Jake's arm. "And you and I remember those events very differently."

"How's that?" he'd ask, cocking his eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips.

"I remember you sticking your foot in your mouth quite a bit, for starters."

"You shouldn't lie in front of the baby, darlin'. It's a filthy habit."

"It's not a lie if it's true," she'd tease, throwing his words back at him. He would chuckle, and stare back at her with an adoring gaze. He'd look down at their son, adoration growing.

"We made him," he'd whisper, awestruck. Scout would reach up to place a kiss to his temple.

"Yes, we did."

#i'm so sorry #it's late and this is not the best #i just couldn't help myself #dhtn #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin x reader #top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin fanfiction #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin x you #jake hangman x reader #top gun hangman #jake hangman seresin imagine #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x you #hangman x reader

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scientia-rex · 8 months

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Read some more of Toxic Parents tonight and wow!!!! the amount of anger I have!!! and the incredible unwillingness I have to actually remember my childhood and feel associated feelings!!!!! Like, there are events I keep telling over like talismans, because these are the events that prove I'm not crazy. These are things that happened that should never have happened. The time Dad kicked the door in is the biggest one. The time I spent twelve straight hours cowering in the far back of our station wagon with my fingers jammed in my ears so I wouldn't hear my father screaming at my mother and my mother sobbing as we drove to a different state. The time I told my mother I had gotten accepted to graduate school and her first words were, "How are you going to pay for it?" instead of "Congratulations" or "I'm proud of you."

But these aren't all of it. They're so far from all of it. One memory I have is not of the presence of abuse, but the sudden, bewildering absence of it: my sister drove me to the nearest town with a mall, an hour and a half away. We were stopping to pick up snacks for the drive back, I think at a Safeway. I picked up a box of Golden Grahams cereal and nervously asked my sister if I could have it. She said, "Of course you can, you know what you want." In the limbus of a childhood spent being told I was picking the wrong soda for myself when I gave my order at fast food restaurants, suddenly being told I could have what I wanted T-boned me emotionally. It was like running into a wall I hadn't known was there. What? I can just want things? I can just get things and have them because I want them? I don't have to justify it, or lie, or hide what I want? No one is going to tell me I'm stupid for wanting something or that I'll regret it?

Just an incessant drip-drip-drip of emotional abuse, sometimes punctuated by a flash flood. "If I leave your mother, how do you think you're going to eat? You're going to end up on the street."

And now, reading the section on how children end up feeling about the passive parents who enable abuse, I just think, oh, there's me! There's me. I hated her and pitied her and loved her and wanted more for her. I didn't have the adult emotional capacity to understand how much of her life she was complicit in, but damningly, I did vaguely, tangentially understand that she was constantly making excuses for Dad--coming to my bedroom to sit on my bed and tell me, while crying, that he was sorry, while he never apologized. Making it my job to comfort her. I said to her once that I remember, "If he was really sorry, he'd stop doing this," and she just looked at me with something that looked like sorrow but I could tell was rage--she was angry at me for not forgiving him and letting us snap right back into the "good" phase between angry outbursts, where we could, for however long it lasted, pretend to be a normal family.

And how she always resented me. She resented that I was separate from her, she resented that I could do and see and understand things she couldn't, she was angry when I went into Psychology, even angrier when I went into medicine. She's been throttling down her anger at Dad for as long as I've been alive, pretending to be malleable, having vague health complaints and maladies mixed in among the real ones, forever retiring to her bed with a washcloth over her eyes instead of interacting with me.

And now that I'm an adult, and not just an adult but a middle-aged doctor, why don't I call? Why do I insist on bringing up the past? Why do I expect Dad to apologize? I'm hurting his feelings, after all.

The past. Sure. When I graduated from medical school, he named the worst doctor we ever met and said, "He went to medical school, too. Don't get a big head."

And when we were talking, once, not long ago, maybe two years or so, about how he used to stand there and yell at us--I can't remember any of the words anymore, just the way he looked, the tone of his voice, the experience like being buffeted by a strong wind--he said, "At least your sister fought back. You just stood there and took it."

I can't imagine a clearer illustration that he doesn't actually regret his behavior. He doesn't regret his actions. He still feels justified. We were disappointments, we were failures, we weren't him, we weren't what he wanted for us, and more than that, we were convenient targets for his rage. You can do almost anything to your children and get away with it. And he didn't hit us, so it was okay, and the fact that we were hurt by the actions he took with the intent to hurt us means that we were weak. And it's okay to hurt the weak.

Christ! This is the man who, in a fit of sullen self-pity, when I gave him a mug that said "World's #1 Dad" for Father's Day when I was probably eight or nine, talked about how we both know that's not true. As if a child is your therapist. As if it were my responsibility to reassure him.

My mother has read Toxic Parents. My mother has read Why Does He Do That? She has a bachelor's and most of a master's in psychology. She has an IQ of 150. She is a bad mother. It feels like the worst judgment you can make, a bad mother. It feels worse than calling someone a bad father. Because we expect less from fathers. But a bad mother is unnatural.

But lots and lots and lots of mothers are bad at being mothers. And I love mine and I hate her, and I'm angry and I'll always be angry, and I'll die angry, and I have to try to carve what happiness I can from a world I entered into under false pretenses. I was always told I was wanted. I knew I wasn't. I may have been intentional, but I wasn't wanted.

My mother's mother just died last week. I didn't know her. She chose not to know us. I hadn't seen her since I was twenty-two and graduated from college. My mother is struggling with her relationship with her mother. She often tells me her mother was a narcissist. I want to ask her what she thinks she is. She's not a narcissist, but she's an enabler, she's a doormat, she's a classic case of codependency, and I don't think she sees it that way. I always got the sense she was just waiting for us to grow up and go away so she and Dad could go back to being happily miserable alone together.

I asked her, this last year, if she'd read Why Does He Do That? and she said she had, and she asked me carefully why I was thinking about it, waiting for me to confess to her that my husband of ten years was abusive. She's been gunning for this relationship since the beginning--I'd been with him for maybe a year when she mailed me a copy of He's Just Not That Into You (or maybe it was the sequel, It's Called a Breakup Because it's Broken) along with an article on how to date as a single older woman. I was 23. She was flabbergasted when I said I thought Dad was abusive. Denied it immediately. I listed examples and she didn't even say words, just made simultaneously pained and exasperated noises.

She wants me to be single and a career failure and pathetic so she can feel good about herself in comparison. Dad thinks he wants me to be like him, but if I actually behaved like he does, I think he finally would belt me.

I had to hide everything good in me from them so they wouldn't deliberately ruin it. I couldn't tell them about my writing. The first time I finished writing a novel I told Mom and she didn't even acknowledge it, just told me to do the dishes. I was sixteen. I can't tell them what I love about my husband because it would be like speaking to them in a foreign language. They think it's a performance, like their performance, and they're always waiting for me to slip up and reveal the misery they're sure is lurking just underneath.

I've done well. They don't own me. I wish I had real parents, but I'm going to try not to shop for oranges at the hardware store anymore.

#the attending dr. kristophine

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youkaiyume · 8 months

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Hello, it's been a while since I did a rant. But WARNING for gross medical things:

SO it turns out my old nemesis the ovarian cysts have plagued me again. I found out about three weeks ago when a weird pain wouldn't leave my pelvis and went to urgent care and they suggested a CT scan. ONLY! for my insurance to deny me cuz they think I needed more probable cause for one so my doctor just recommended I go to the ER (which ironically is way more expensive for insurance to pay for than a simple CT scan but they did it to themselves lol).

Turns out I have cysts on BOTH of my ovaries FUN. But the left one is very concerningly big and probably needs to be removed but I can only do so by getting an approval of an OBGYN. So after finding one and waiting for my blood tests to come back so she can determine if she can surgically remove it--

YESTERDAY I had a SUDDEN AND SEVERE pain that hit me. I was at a solid 10 on that pain scale and vomiting and sweating so I drove myself to the ER again for the second time in two weeks. Frustratingly, the MALE doctor came back and was just like "well it looks like while we were doing your ultrasound you weren't consistently experiencing pain" which I was ready to bite his head off because let me tell you. While I was laying stretched out letting them do the ultrasound I was in the worst pain the ENTIRE time. And it was not a short ultrasound. It lasted over 20 mins and even after they asked me if I could survive sitting through the vaginal ultrasound after which would be another 25 mins. And those are painful just for the stick poking around in your yoohoo alone. I begged for pain relievers and when I described it they were like "oh that's labor level pains"

SO Mr. I don't have a Uterus doctor, DON'T TELL ME that your machine says I wasn't in pain. He even hit me with a "well I don't know what your pain tolerance is" as if to minimize or make me feel like I was overblowing what I was feeling. Like, fuck that guy. But because technically the imaging showed that the cysts haven't ruptured or caused my ovaries to twist it was considered "non emergent" and so the just gave me painkillers and then sent me home and reiterated that the only way I could get it removed at this point was to beg my OBGYN and convince her it was an emergency. In the meantime it was "oh you'll have to live with LABOR LIKE PAINS 24/7 until they let you have surgery." In the meantime they said I should only return to the ER after I've took all my pain meds and my pain doesn't improve OR if something worse happens. like a rupture.

WHICH btw are the exact same symptoms I have today so I was like how will I know cuz I can't imagine a worse pain than this one to which they were like "shrug"

I was in tears. Oh but it gets EVEN BETTER. Called my OBGYN this morning and she said my blood tests came back and that unfortunately they detected higher than usual levels of cancer markers in the cyst so that means she can't surgically remove them for me, she has to foist me to an Oncologist so THEY can remove it. She tries to say it doesn't necessarily MEAN cancer but hnnnnnggg that does not help with my anxiety at the moment.

Now calling the Oncologist to make an appointment today was a whole ordeal itself cuz their system kept going to voicemail so I had to call all the departments until they finally let me through but I had to run back to the hospital to try to get my Ultrasound discs for them. But even then they were like "your appointment isn't until next Wednesday" because THATS when the doctor meanders into work. So I'm like OH so like, in the meantime what if something happens??? And they're like well you gotta call back your OBGYN to see if you have other options. Which turns out she is also out. Until Tuesday. So I'm like. Guess I'll die then!

I don't even want kids!!! These ovaries have caused me nothing but trouble!!! Please rip them from my body!!

#And you know when you have nothing to do but curl up and google ovarian cancer #AND it tells you that the longest living patients on average live up to five years #it does make you spiral a bit #I feel like these entire two weeks the entire medical system won't believe me when I say it's an emergency #you sit here with this pain then #you do it #text post #rant #gross medical things

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maxsimagination · 3 months

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𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗜𝗜 - 𝗺.𝗹𝗲𝗼𝗻

warnings: probably a kiss or something, two parts

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it had been a week of training, a week of getting to know mapi. we had exchanged numbers after she'd offered to take me out and show me the highlights of barcelona. we had decided on today, hence why i was up at 6 in the morning.

i didn't know where we were planning on going, mapi said she wanted to surprise me. my phone pings with a text from her saying she was out the front. i grabbed my things and headed down, excited for what she had planned.

"hola, i hope your excited." i was grinning when i hopped into her car. "of course i'm excited, the mapi leon is taking me to see barcelona." she laughed at my humour and we drove out of my street to where ever mapi had planned. barcelona was a beautiful city, the sun was rising and the colours were thrown through the sky like a painting.

even though i didn't know where we were going, my head was still out of the window most of the time, enjoying the beauty of barcelona. it took just under an hour but mapi had driven us into the heart of barcelona, to the arco de triunfo. i was in awe, i had never seen anything like it.

i took a couple of pictures of it, before mapi took one of me with it, then i asked someone walking past if they could take one of me and mapi. i thanked them when they had and mapi tugged my hand back to walk to the car and show me to our next place.

we had drove past castell dels tres dragons, and i managed to get a picture of it, then mapi pulled up to museo picasso. it was a beautiful art gallery, over 4,000 pieces were on display.

we walked through the building, admiring the artwork, although i was pretty sure that mapi's eyes were on me the whole time. after that we went to three other locations; mural del beso, muralla romana and el cap de barcelona. finally, to end our day out we stopped off at a sushi place.

"this is amazing, thank you so much mapi." i thanked the woman profusely, she had shown me the most amazing places, my camera roll was full. "no problem, y/n." we sat together eating our sushi, when i had a thought. "is your real name mapi? or is it a nickname?"

i knew her as mapi, but i swear ingrid had told me her full name before. "my full name is maria pilar león cebrián." she had a shy look on her face and i smiled gently at her admission. "that's a beautiful name." we spent the last bit of our time speaking together before we had to drive back home. another hour later we arrived at my apartment and i had to get out.

"thankyou again for today. i really enjoyed it." i pushed my luck a bit and leant forward to press a kiss to her cheek before hopping out of the car. i looked back to see mapi, stunned in the drivers seat and blushing. "adiós, y/n." (bye, y/n.)

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it was training day today. i groaned when that thought came to mind, i wanted it to be yesterday so i could see all of the landmarks mapi showed me again. ingrid was picking me up again this morning so i waited for her 'i'm here' text before i grabbed my stuff and went outside. when i got into the car she immediately asked about yesterday.

"how was it?" "it was incredible. she showed me the most amazing places and took me for sushi at the end." i rambled on about how much i enjoyed the day with mapi. ingrid was smiling while listening to me go on about it. "you really like mapi, don't you?" she asked with a knowing tone.

i had to pause for a second to let it register. all my feelings ran through my mind as i took my time. "i think, yea, i do." clearly ingrid wasn't expecting that answer from me as she whipped back to me. "wait really?" "yea." a growing smile turned into a giant grin on ingrid as she drove. "oh my god, you have to tell her! she definitely has a thing for you."

"she does not! she was probably just being nice yesterday." i knew i was kidding myself, i had pecked her on the cheek yesterday and she was blushing. if she was just being nice she wouldn't react like that. but my humility stood in the way of that thought.

we finally got to camp nou and both walked in together. everyone was in the cafeteria so we went to join them. mapi, aitana, patri, alexia and marta were all at a table together. ingrid beat me to the seats and chose to sit next to alexia, which left me to sit with mapi. i knew she did that on purpose.

we all started talking and continued for a bit before i got hungry and went to get some food. i was gone for about ten minutes, there was a line, and unbeknownst to me ingrid had started talking with mapi.

when i came back, they didn't realise i could hear them and i caught the last bit of the conversation. "... me gusta mucho y/n." (i really like y/n.) i stopped where i was, not wanting to interrupt what she was saying. but ingrid spotted me and beckoned me over, which caught mapi off guard and she stopped talking.

i walked back over and sat down next to mapi, trying my hardest not to act awkward. i think ingrid knew that i had heard and could understand what mapi had said and she nodded at me, trying to get me to talk to her. i have in and told myself 'fuck it, why not'.

i leant towards mapi and whispered in her ear, "a mí también me gustas mucho maría." i could see her tense up when i said that, she didn't know that i knew spanish fluently. "¿de veras?" (really?) she questioned me. "sí." (yes.) i nodded. she grinned at my confirmation and grabbed my hand to lead me away from the table and out to the hall.

"you're telling me that you knew spainish this whole time?" i laughed.

"yes, it was ingrid's idea."

mapi just laughed at that.

"of course it was. well in that case, ¿quieres ser mi novia?" (will you be my girlfriend?)

i grinned at her.

"absolutamente, maría." (absolutely, maría.)

#woso #woso x reader #woso community #mapi leon #mapi leon x reader #mapi leon imagine

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karshown · 4 months

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❧ REPEATED -- FORGET ME NOT

➻Summary ' after messing around with Satoru Gojo for a while, he was originally supposed to be nothing but someone meant for your enjoyment & entertainment. You were the one that established that with him, he was of course fine with the whole idea since he wasnt looking forward to a nagging girlfriend regardless. Until the end of whatever you two had was over, you gained feelings and began to treat you guys as messing with each other as something more than it truly was, which it wasn't, he noticed it too. Which was his cue to dip & leave, he more than likely got the last laugh & the last bit of enjoyment, it wasnt till after that you realized you were pregnant with a literal human copy of Satoru. Down to his very eyes.

______________ hoping to never meet him again especially because of how embarrassing of the way things ended, you practically became a whole different person without Satoru, it wasnt until 4 years ago that you stepped out of your shell once more. Until you had to go grab small things for your baby, his fourth birthday was coming up rather quickly than expected & you began to prepare for his small gathering party.

-The day of the party wasn't supposed to go the way it did, everyone knew the history you two had, so how and why was his smell lingering in the atmosphere, more importantly why was HE here?!

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE LEGAL AGE

-- SATORU lazily sat back into the cushion beneath him, nonchalantly blinking and staring at the woman in front of him whom he clearly had NO genuine feelings towards. Eventually he stopped paying attention to her going on and on about the same thing, it felt like an everyday argument that they had, but they had both known that they were nothing but barely a situation. It was quite obvious that Satoru didn't care at all about having a relationship with her & most definitely wanted nothing more to do with her, all she was good for and all he wanted was HER BODY.

Her curves & the way her hips swayed what was really intriguing to him, what he really wanted and desired of course he wouldn't tell her that directly, but he definitely said it indirectly only sparing her feelings here and there. He was so blunt about how he felt so there was no actual way that she was so fucking oblivious. The smell of the paints in the art room and the constant repetition of sentences that she kept spitting out drove Satoru to the final breaking point, it was all or never.

"Look I can't keep torturing myself like this, its stressing me out honestly lets just end it." Satoru blurted out unexpectedly, he clearly didn't mean to as he went stiff after saying that. Sooner than later he thanked himself, silently patting himself on the back, the weight of his chest lifted the second he finally told her how he felt.

The room went dead silent, a moment of realization hit her, the look on her face was truly priceless enough to make cold hearted Satoru let out a giggle.. maybe even a loud laugh. Anything that doesnt have to do with him he doesnt bother to even stress himself to care. He continued to relax & even get more comfortable as he sat on the soft cushion a smirk soon replaced his blank expression.

He began to tap his foot as he assumed their one-sided argument and situationship was officially over as soon as she began to tear up. She had nothing else to say to him, all she could do was simply stare, so deep into thought that she hadn't realized that he was leaving the room. Just stunned. The moment the door slid shut after Satoru left was when she snapped back into reality by the loud tap of the side of the door and the wall connecting.

After that, things were awkward.

_____ ONE WEEK AFTER .

"Don't bother inviting Y/N, shes liable to not even show like usual." Suguru commented on the list of people that were intially invited to a large graduation party that Satoru was hosting. The job of handling the invite list was given to Mei mei to control, she shrugged as she glided her eraser across the white sheet of paper a few times, which was completely covered with almost all of the names of students that attended the school.

Y/N didn't bother to make any associates after what had happened a week ago, she was quickly changed from someone who was loud and bubbly, never really sad to someone who became a background character. All she did was shrug, stare, and that was pretty much it. No one cared to talk to her nor did she care to ask for anyones number, she was a complete nobody.

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"Satoru can go to hellllll!!!" Nobara at least goes on about how dirty I was done by Satoru almost every week, its like a daily unnecessary reminder of how embarrassed I was. The first time I brought up what happened between me and him she was nothing but furious, but soon enough it turned into laughs and giggles by both of us.

"Mmm s-satoru can go to he-" Juno quickly tried to repeat what Nobara had said, thankfully I cut him off with a swift motion of my hand.

"LOOK AT YOU, influencing Juno to follow after your bad decisions!" I soon gripped my temple & sucked my teeth, as it felt like I was taking care of two different babies. Juno soon began to lick my hand as I jerked my hand bac Nobara quickly jumped to her own defense.

"Hes a mini me, you just popped him out of ya big pompom!!" I crossed my arms in disbelief as Juno was unfazed by Nobaras choice of words. "Stop with your disgusting choice of words, I cant have my precious baby being flooded with such nonsense!" I rolled my eyes as I scooped Juno up into my arms gently, Nobara clearly ignored what I said as she swung the freezer door open, soon grabbing a new tub of strawberry ice cream to munch on.

"We literally have to begin setting up immediately, this party has to go ACCORDING to plan, no mistakes." I quickly darted an eye at Nobara since shes used to making slight mistakes, although she always covers it up, we cannot afford any mistakes & HEAVY on cannot AFFORD.

"Le calls Yujo" Nobara continued to stuff her face with strawberry ice cream as I tried to make out what she was saying. She soon swallowed the left over ice cream as she shivered from the sudden cold sensation. I plastered a look of confusion on my face as I waited for her to adjust.

"Ugh don't act like you couldnt tell what I was saying, lets call YUJIII!!" She ran to her phone as if that wasnt odd enough she began to dance like a complete idiot. Juno started to push and pull as he tried to free himself from my grasp, I let him go and immediately he ran over to Nobara and they had their own dancing session.

Nobara laughed as Juno mimicked her every move, She found Yujis contact as she facetimed him & bent down to entertain Juno with her weird hand gestures that shes been teaching him since he was one. Yuji answered the phone after two tries since hes a dnd warrior, & surprisingly enough he was with Megumi, even though all of us assumed that Megumi would end up never leaving his house or daring to step out.

"YUJIIIIII!!!" Nobara happily grinned as Yuji showed Megumi and him walking around, then directed the camera back to himself. "NOBARAAAAAA" Yuji returned the same energy back as Meguim rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Come over to help us decorate, hmm!!" the second that Nobara said that the doorbell started to ring frantically. "ill get it." I already knew it was Yuji by checking the ring camera outside. He likes to stick his eye all up in the camera while Megumi just stands on the side as usual. Gosh they're complete opposites.

Of course Juno had to run over to the door, as soon as I unlocked the door and let Yuji as well as Megumi in, Juno made his presence known by greeting them both with his beautiful singing. "Megumiiii you are my favorite, Yujiiii I dont hate youuuuu," his strange choice of words made the song even more cuter, as those were some of the words he'd been recently taught. Yuji being yuji, he felt obviously hurt by Junos words as he was not his favorite, Yujis acting skills were to the tea as he began to fake like he was genuinely hurt by Juno. Yuji made a mess along the floors as he stepped into the house dragging the snow and dirt beneath his shoes. Megumi did different, instead he swiped each foot back and forth on the front door mat.

"Juno how could you!!" Yuji said as he fell to his knees onto the soft grey rug that Juno awkwardly stood on, Juno then copied Yuji as he fell to his knees as well. Megumi simply greeted Juno back by ruffling his few strands of grey hairs & white short, wavy locks as Juno smiled and giggled. Juno repeated the action on to Yuji instead, as he ran his small chubby fingers through Yujis short, wavy bright pink hair. Genuinely fascinated by his hair Juno began to aggressively grab at it, as he examined the deep features. Yuji allowed him to do so as he too examined some of Junos features, first his bright ocean blue eyes then, his newest onesie that showcased blue and white stripes on it, with a small white hood, but if the hood was actually on Junos head, it would cover up his eyes almost completely.

"Juno don't be too rough." I lightly scolded him as Yuji shooed me away with a hand gesture signaling that it was okay, I made my way back into the kitchen where Nobara was almost finished with the strawberry ice cream.

"Don't get too comfortable, WE HAVE TO DECORATE!!!" Nobara shouted as she seemed more excited than anyone to decorate, I would understand why, she loves decorating especially since its something shes truly good at. Everyone loves when Nobara decorates.

A few moments passed & before we even noticed it, Nobara had already gotten to decorating. I turned on music & started to actually help Nobara cautiously making sure to not get in her way just so she didnt try to physically ATTACK me.

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The house was covered, almost everything had something laid on it, taped on it, or worse, glued on it.

Yuji sat back as he continued to drink more and more of the little bit of water bottles that I had left in the fridge, the most that he even accomplished was putting up the "Happy birthday Juno!" sign, & only that took every bit of strength and life he had left in him.

"We did pretty good" Megumi said as he placed his hands on his hips, admiring all of the work we'd done.

"You mean, I did pretty good." Nobara commenting on megumis previous statement as she had to take all of the praise or it wouldn't feel right, she wouldn't be okay with it. Megumi scoffed and rolled his eyes as Nobara continued to speak highly of her achievement.

"You two anger me sometimes," just then after saying that ONE thing I was shot two evil glares by both Megumi and Nobara at the same exact time.

"Whatever."

"Blame Megumi."

---------------------------- THE DAY OF.

December 8th, a day after Satoru Gojos birthday.

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I finished everything before the exact time that all of the guests arrived, yesterday it had snowed like it usually does, every year. I set small gift bags on some of the tables for the other kids that would be arriving anytime now, Nobara finally made her grand entrance as she made her way down the stairs with her short orange hair in a slick high bun, with little hairs peeking out onto her forehead.

She decided on wearing a dress to match my bodysuit, we both wore a tight black outfit. Both having snug tight long sleeves.

"You look GORGEOUS!" Nobara squealed as almost as if she was a fangirl, a fan of me.

"YOU TOO OMGG!!" I returned the same genuine energy back as we jumped up and down like two high schooler girls just seeing each other once again after a long break. Nobara treated me as if i was her girlfriend, thats probably why I never bothered to find another after Satoru.

"Wait everyone will be here soon!" Nobara excitedly clapped as I dreaded the thought slightly, I wasn't too fond of more than a few people at a time, i'll manage though since originally this is what Juno begged for, even shedded a few small tears for.

Seconds passed before we heard various versions of knocks, before we knew it the front door swung open with more people than I imagined once they had realized that the door was unlocked. Everyone was lined up with a gift after another, only few of them with a mini version of themselves to attend with them though.

The kids quickly made themselves comfortable in the living room as they awaited for Junos arrival, he'd been taking his precious time in his room upstairs.

"Nobara i'll be back, i'm going to go check on Juno!" I shouted to Nobara as she raised the volume of the music, the adults all gathered around the kitchen, beginning to laugh and make various conversations and comments. I took that time to make my way to Junos room, wondering what was truly going on.

I stood in front of Junos door for a little before twisting the doorknob and peeking in.

"Juno.?" I called out.

"Yes mommy." his small voice replied as I pushed my way in gently, I slowly pushed my weight onto the door as it shut closed, my attention darted to Junos small frame sitting on his bed as he fidgeted with his tiny fingers, kicking his legs back and forth slightly as they hit the bed frame here and there.

"Whats wrong, baby?" I asked with deep concern in my voice, I sat next to him as the bed dipped.

"Are you scared?" Juno quickly turned his head away signaling that I was right, I sighed with slight relief at least it wasn't too major.

"Are you scared of the people downstairs or is it something deeper?" I cupped his small face in my hand as I massaged his chubby cheek with my thumb.

"What if they don't like me." I almost chuckled, who wouldn't like Juno, not even like, love. Juno's fun, and truthfully a perfect kid.

"Im sure they'd love you, baby!" a smile replaced the half frown on Junos face as his eyes lit up with excitement instead of worry.

"Want me to carry you down?"

"Noo mommy" Juno happily said as I stood up, he soon slid off his bed, I lightly fixed his shirt after as I examined his outfit to make sure it was neat, his favorite character was Leonardo from 'Teenage mutant Ninja Turtles', which ironically was one of the closest characters to his father, which was also the theme of the party aswell as the entire theme of his outfit, down to his very shoes.

I heard my name being called by Nobara loudly, before I made my way out of Junos room I signaled him to follow.

"Lets head downstairs, aunt Nobara is calling," I then made my way out of Junos room, and I hardly paid attention to what she was calling me for as I was more so focused on Juno, once I made it to the last step on the stairs I noticed a familiar smell.

Only a smell that Satoru had, his own personal smell lingered in my house for the first time. I felt disgusted, I turned my head and I was met with the man I swore up and down that I would never meet again.

There he was, standing in front of me with a black t shirt on, black sweats, black socks, at this point black everything! even his damn nike slides. Nobara took this as a chance to grab Juno as she seen my expression, blank to anger, within seconds.

I felt my stomach churning, I wanted to bomit right then and there. He naturally smirked at me, like this was okay.? Juno was obviously confused, on the fact that a random man showed up looking exactly like him & not just that, also how his own mother knew the man.

Everyone was too busy to pay attention to the tension between me and the man that stood before me, without another thought I grabbed his hand and as aggravated as I was, I wasn't going to make a scene at my sons party. I unlocked the backdoor to the large grassy field behind the house, then slid the thick tinted door closed.

"Why are you here." I yanked my hand back from Satoru as he sighed & crossed his arms over his toned chest.

"To see my son, & his mother that claims to hate me so bad, although we both know you've missed me." I scoffed, was this man serious? like dead serious or is he playing me in my face?

"Are you being completely fucking serious or?"

"Im being so serious."

"I can't, I hate you so bad." It was clear that Satoru was barely paying attention to my words, not in as much as a bad way but not necessarily in a good way.

"Why'd you hide him so long?" Satoru asked as if he didn't just literally spit bs.

"I had no way of contacting you, thats for one, then two does it not process in your head that I quite literally despise your entire existence? I don't want my, I mean our child to turn out like his piece of shit father." I blurted out, regretting some of the things I said but they had to be said, especially since I had been holding this back since forever.

"I want to apologize, I started this entire conversation off wrong, even this entire thing of meeting you again. We left off on bad terms because of me." Satoru genuinely said, this time with no sarcasm or anything. Almost as if he actually meant what he was saying? his usual smirk was replaced with a small frown as his hand rested along the nape of his neck, he refused eye contact with me as he directed his attention to the long grass.

Something in me encouraged me to leap into his arms and forgive him immediately, another part of me wanted to laugh in his face, as if he would never get a "i forgive you" out of me, ever.

"Give me a hug." I lowly sighed as I felt almost, bad for him. Without hesitation Satoru hurried to my grasp, picking me up in an instant as my legs swung around his waist, this wasn't anything more than a hug. He wanted it to be, I wasn't ready for bigger things than just this, even though I wrapped my arms around his neck, his large, rough hands snaked around my thighs and down to cup my butt in both hands.

"I honestly missed you, i apologize for me being childish, I mean more childish than I am now." Satoru whispered into my ear but in all honesty I missed him as well, I didn't allow myself to get close with any other man in a way that was more than a friendship because of how scarred I was by Satoru, this felt like closure.

Something i've been wanting, no needing.

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#jjk gojo #jjk #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #jujutsu nobara #yuji itadori #geto suguru #gojo satoru #satorugojo

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saythenametotheworld · 11 months

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Invisible String [2]

Genre: friends to lovers; slow burn; fluff

Pairings: Na Jaemin x Female Reader

Warnings: slow slow burn, denial, mild sexual content (18+), fluff

Notes: 13.4k words, song prompt was Lifetime by Ben&Ben, this is not proofread, forgive the errors I'll edit them next time ily

Synopsis: Na Jaemin had always been a friend, nothing more. But now that you've pieced together the possibilities of him having feelings for you, you begin to question whether you're ready to cross the line between friendly and romantic relationships. Is it worth it giving in a little more to his warmth?

[Part 1]

Wednesdays remind you of Jaemin, mainly because your female co-workers would excitedly talk about lunch at Nana's Cafe. You were determined to keep your distance until you figure out your own feelings so you found excuses not to join Jaehee and Yunseo.

"That's your best idea? Avoiding him?" Heejin jeered, tossing a peanut in her mouth.

"No. I'm not avoiding him, I'm just not seeing him. It's actually very natural. We rarely met in the first place."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you—" she raised her fingers to gesture a quotation. "'not seeing him'?"

You shrugged. "Because I'm trying to figure it out by myself first. I want to understand where I stand in this whole... thing."

"And then what?"

"And then I'll see where this goes."

Heejin scowled at you and grabbed the bag of peanuts you were holding. "And that's smart because?"

You let out a deep sigh and gave her a deadpan expression. "I wouldn't expect you to understand, but I'm not trying to be smart or anything. I'm just trying to be at peace while I figure out my own feelings. Seeing Jaemin won't help me with that, at all."

Heejin just scrunched her nose and nodded dismissively. "If you say so. But I stand by what I told you before. Just talk to him."

"Or," Seola began, just as she had finished talking to someone on the phone. "You do what feels right. It sounds cliché but it works. When you get to that point, you'll know."

Weekend came with a chance to relax. Your mother arrived early in the morning to tell you you're going on a camping trip. You had no idea how she even thought about camping but you assumed she missed your father. As a child you always went on fishing trips and when you stopped coming, your parents continued doing it. But today, your mother is packing your stuff for a camping trip in the mountains, which was different from the fishing she's used to.

"What makes you think we'll survive the mountains, mom?" you asked as you pulled out a pair of pajamas she stuffed in your bag. "I don't need three pajamas."

"Just keep it in there in case you need it," she insited, taking the pajamas from you and stuffing them back in the bag. "And there is no need for survival. It's a campsite with security and rangers patrolling. Don't be dramatic."

"How about food?"

"We can buy them beforehand, but I'm m sure there will be plenty of food."

"How about fishing?"

"I don't know how to fish, honey. That's why we're going to the mountains."

She made you carry everything into your car and kept nagging about leaving as soon as possible. She also made you bring your car because hers was just recently washed so you drove with feigned indignation from her snide remarks about your dirty car. It's not even dirty, she just disliked the covers of your car seats.

She fell asleep along the way and you figured it was because of the music she chose to play. They were old but you grew up listening to them so you enjoyed the ride too. An hour and a half later, you arrived at the first rest stop and she woke up looking suspiciously excited.

"Should we just go on? I don't think we need anything here," you suggested after asking her if she needs to pee and her saying no.

"No, wait. Let me just call someone."

"Who is it?"

She tutted and started hollering at you. "Are you in a rush? Just stay still and listen to me."

You scoffed. "Mom, you're the one who said we need to get there before lunchtime!"

"Why are you shouting?"

"Because you're shouting!"

"Shush, I'm talking to someone," she chided as the receiver of her call picked up. In a sweet voice, she greeted, "Hello? We're here at the stop. Are you still here? Oh, I see, you're taking a break. We're at the parking lot. She's with me in a hideous red car."

You scoffed after hearing her call your car hideous. Whoever she's talking to must be someone she likes, a friend or something. You looked around while trying to make sense of their conversation. As you did, a white SUV parked right next to yours and rolled its windows down.

"That's them!" Your mother excitedly tapped your shoulder. You saw Jaemin's smiling face looking right back at you.

You gasped and glared at your mother. "You invited Jaemin?"

"It's not just Jaemin. He's with his mother and father."

"Why would you invite them?"

"They invited me! Stop making a fuss and just greet them!"

You rolled your windows down and returned Jaemin's bright grin with an awkward one. He raised a hand to wave at you. The window in the backseat opened to reveal his mother.

"Y/n! Good to see you! Have you been well?"

"Yes, auntie! Good to see you too!"

She beamed wider. "I'm glad you could come. Ah, Jaemin brought coffee. Would you like some?"

You made a gesture to refuse but your mother loudly accepted. "We'd love some! Thank you!"

There was a few more minutes of awkward conversations in the car before both families agreed to proceed on the road. You let Jaemin's family lead the way while your mother happily sang along to the tunes of her old songs. You kept huffing until she finally acknowledged your distress.

"Can't you look a little happier?"

"No."

"Hey!" she scolded. "What's wrong? Did you fight with Jaeminie?"

"Jaeminie?" you exclaimed in disbelief. "Since when were you so close to call him Jaeminie?"

"Why? He's the same age as my daughter and I'm close with his mom. What's wrong with calling him Jaeminie? And what did he do to you?"

"Why would you assume he did anything to me?"

"Who else would you have problems with if not your friend?"

You just sighed and shook your head. It's impossible to argue with your mom, especially when she's too excited for something. Although it had always been impossible to argue with her because she always finds a way to win.

"Why? Just tell me what's wrong. We can cancel this whole thing if you're uncomfortable."

"I'm not mom. I was just..." you huffed, rethinking if you should tell your mom but since you already started, you decided to just let it out. "I was just hoping not to see Jaemin for a while."

"What happened?"

"I can't really sum it up. It's complicated."

"Then coming here was a good idea! You can talk and fix your misunderstanding."

"It's not a misunderstanding," you insisted but refused to explain it even as your mom tried to pry for more information from you.

Two hours later, and some pretty challenging uphill driving, you areived at the campsite. Your mother excitedly ran off to Jaemin's parents while you had to unload your stuff. The way your mother seemed to transform into some teenager around Jaemin's mom just made you shake your head. Both of them actually.

"Let me help you with that," you heard Jaemin say while you were unloading your trunk. You didn't notice him approach so now you're nervous but you tried to act like normal.

"Thanks," you muttered. There's not point in trying to pretend you don't need his help because you do. Your mom's bag was heavy and you don't want to go back several times. With Jaemin's help, the unloading was a one-way trip.

"You should have told me you were coming too. We could've driven here together," he initiated as you walked towards the clearing where you'll be setting up your tents.

You chuckled. "Yeah, but I actually got dragged here, so I had no idea you'd be here at all."

"You know what, me too. I thought it would be just us." He placed the bag on a tree trunk. "Don't you think our moms are getting too close? They're even deciding on things by themselves now."

You smiled at his sentiment. "I think so too. I wonder what else they're capable of."

Jaemin's father cuts in. "How about setting you up together?"

Both you and Jaemin looked at him with confused expressions. The elder man just laughed heartily and walked away. You both glanced back at each other and laughed.

"Old people are weird."

"Yeah but that's not a really bad idea," he replied so you raised an eyebrow at him. Jaemin just laughed and followed his father so you were left to your own thoughts.

"Ugh, their entire family is weird."

You didn't want to think they were actually serious about setting you up. Jaemin's dad must have been joking so was Jaemin. You hope he was but part of you liked the idea that his parents like you. A good relationship with a lover's family is a plus in your book.

"Pizza?" Jaemin offered, walking over to you with a box in one hand and a foldable chair on the other.

"Thanks," you smiled, taking the box so he could set up his chair next to yours.

"Having fun so far?" he asked after sitting down.

"All I did so far was drive, set up our tent, and sit, so no, not really."

Jaemin chuckled. "Well, the oldies are planning a barbecue party, so that might cheer you up."

"They are?" you asked, gleefully clasping your hands together.

"Yes. That's why were having mediocre pizza for lunch."

You smiled dreamily, already imagining the taste of barbecue made by Jaemin's parents. Their restaurant was famous for their barbecue and that has been your favorite vlever since you first tried it.

"How are you? I heard from Jaehee that you've been swamped with work lately."

"A little," you replied, remembering to thank Jaehee for covering for you. "Just work stuff that I can't escape from. I got the takeouts though, thanks."

"Glad you liked them," he said proudly.

You just smiled and ate your pizza quietly. It seemed like he caught on to your silence because he stopped talking and just ate too. You hated the atmosphere the situation was creating. Awkwardness is your pet peeve but you would rather swallow it than be the one breaking the ice between you and Jaemin. Right now, that's your best coping mechanism.

"I hope you don't mind," he prompted, making you glance at him. That was when you heard soft music playing and noticed the small speaker he placed on the arm of his chair.

You shrugged and quietly continued eating. The song wasn't familiar to you but it had a beautiful tune to it, something you'd find yourself listening to. More of the same songs would play and you're starting to get curious of each one but you couldn't bring yourself to ask him about them. You were determined not to initiate a conversation. But the fourth song was the last straw. You have to know what it was and have it in your playlist!

"Say, Jaemin," you blurted, glancing at him only to find him resting his head on the chair with his eyes closed. You pursed your lips, leaning forward to see if he's asleep, touching his arm ever so carefully. "Jaemin?"

When he didn't move, you realized he really was napping. You sighed and leaned back, enjoying the music and reminding yourself to ask him later. But the peaceful image of him won't leave your mind, so you took a peek of him again. Just one. It won't hurt. One peek was followed by another, and then another, and more until you eventually decided to shamelessly stare.

You knew Jaemin was handsome, he had always been. Back in high school, girls would swoon over him. You can't even count the number of times someone gave him gifts and confession letters, one senior even went as far as to write a confession song. At the time, you appreciated his good looks but being a friend that sees him on the regular, you didn't really lose your mind over his smile or his presence. Now, with all these conflicting feelings, you feel like you're seeing him in a different light. Not only are you seeing his actions differently, you're also starting to swoon over how handsome he is.

You sighed and sat back, shaking your head at yourself.

"Done admiring my beauty?" You heard him say so you sat up straight in surprise, pulse racing in embarrassment. He just chuckled and when you glanced at him, you realized he had caught your reaction.

"Very funny," you goaded, standing up and escaping into a hole—your tent.

When you zipped it up, you saw how he knocked on the fabric of the tent. "Hey, I was just teasing."

You didn't respond and just laid there, taking your phone out to surf the internet and pass the time. You didn't realize you had fallen asleep until your mother slapped your leg to wake you up.

"Mom!" you groaned, lifting your leg to stroke the part where she hit you. "Do you even love me at all?"

"I do that's why I'm telling you to get up. It's getting dark and we need to start preparing food. What kind of camping is spent sleeping inside a tent? You should be out there appreciating nature!" she nagged so you got up, begrudgingly leaving the tent.

You saw that she was right. The sun has started to edge down the horizon and under a tree a few feet from the tents, Jaemin and his family are preparing for dinner. You spared a few minuted to look decent before heading down there to help.

"Y/n, darling. Come taste this sauce," Jaemin's mom was beckoning you over with her hand so you headed straight to her. She took a different spoon and scooped up a bit of the barbecue dip for you to try.

"It's phenomenal, auntie," you chimed truthfully, showing a thumb up. "You always made good food."

She giggled and hit your arm affectionately. "Look at you flattering this old woman."

You just grinned and looked around. "Can I help you with anything?"

Your mom joined in at that moment, pushing you aside. "No, we'll take care of everything here. Go make fire."

"You can't even cook mom," you teased but Jaemin's mom was shooing you away too.

"Don't worry about us and go make fire. We'll take care of everything here," she insisted so you gave up and turned to the direction of the grill.

"How do I even make fire?" you mumbled to yourself, picking up a stick and poking the charcoal on the grill. "Ah, I need a lighter."

You turned to ask for a lighter but you bumped into Jaemin's chest, losing your balance on the rocks. He caught your shoulders just before you fell over, laughingly telling you to watch yourself.

"I got the lighter," he chuckled, showing you the object in his hand. You tried to take it from him but his hand flew upwards so you faileed to reach it. "I'll do it."

"Your mom told me to make fire," you insisted.

"Well, they told me to do it first," he grinned, gently flicking your forehead before walking past you.

You trailed behind him, awkwardly standing by while he attempted to light up the grill. It didn't even take him long and he never even needed your help so you were about to leave but he held your wrist to stop you. Your heart began to race as you looked down at your joined hands.

"Where are you going? We need to set up the table," he laughed, pulling your arm to the direction of the tents. He let go only when you reached the back of the tents where the cars were parked and you subconsciously touched your wrist where he held it. Opening the trunk of their car, he took out a small foldable table and handed it to you. "It's not heavy."

"Okay," you blurted, taking it in your hands. He pulled out another one before you made your way back to the grilling area. You watched him assemble the tables and helped when he asked for you. After a few minutes, the table had been set up and your parents are calling you over to bring the food.

"Race me to the grill?" Jaemin challenged while you were carefully carrying the tray of meat. He had a pot of what you assumed was stew in his gloved hands.

"No," you shook your head briskly but he was already starting to walk fast. "No, no, hey!"

You ended up racing with him anyway, laughing when he tripped on a small rock and almost spilled the stew. You won the mini race because he had to walk slowly after the trip.

"That wasn't a valid. The race was dangerous," he declared as he placed the pot at the center of the table.

"You lost to me, Na Jaemin. You shouldn't have challenged me if you're going to cheat," you fought back, sticking your tongue out at him.

"The pot was hot."

"And the tray was flat. The meat could fall any minute."

"Don't fight, children," your mother chided as she pushed between you with other dishes in her hands.

"Yeah, you should get along. Your parents are good friends," Jaemin's mom added. His father followed along, laughing heartily while giving the two of you suspiciously happy looks.

"Yes, good friends," your mom repeated before the two of them started giggling giddily.

You scoffed and sat on one of the chairs around the table. "Jaemin and I are good friends too," you said but your mother tutted at you.

"Good friends? Stop being good friends then!" she chided and you felt confused as to why she's suddenly snapping at you.

"You just told us to stop fighting!" you defended, glancing at Jaemin who has now begun grilling the meat with his father.

"Yes, don't fight. But don't just be good friends too," Jaemin's mom insinuated but whatever this code between them was, it totally went over your head.

The meal was nice and hearty, filled with laughter and random conversations that you enjoyed. It was different from when you gathered with your friends. The vibe is more familiar, in a way that it's warmer and cozier and more gratifying. It made your heart swell, especially since the last time you had a family barbecue was when you father was still alive. You're thankful for your mom who brought you along, and even more so to Jaemin's family who made you feel at home with their warmth. Having good food was a bonus too!

"How's work these days, y/n?"

You smiled at Jaemin's mom. "It's fine, auntie. A little tiring but but having a job is tiresome in itself."

"I assume so. I won't try to understand because I never had experience working for anyone," she beamed. "Do you ever get a break?"

"Sometimes," you nodded.

"Jaeminie, you should hang out with her from time to time. Show her a good time. She must be sick of just working every day," your mom told Jaemin who was sitting right next to you. The parents occupied every seat except the one beside yours, so you both ended up sitting next to each other.

"I'll try my best, auntie," he replied politely.

"Don't bother him, mom. He's busy too and he's been a good neighbour to me so that should be enough."

Jaemin's mom shook her hand at you. "That's not enough. You two should get out often. Eat outside, have a day-out, or something. Go on camping trips like this."

"Just the two of us?!" you blurted, surprising everyone, including Jaemin who was just about to put some meat on your plate.

The older ladies exchanged looks and giggled. You scoffed.

"Mom, I don't think that's appropriate," Jaemin stated and you nod your head at him in agreement.

"Well then, make it appropriate!"

"Yes!"

"That's not how friendships work, mom. You can't just make it appropriate," you said, quoting in the air.

"Find a way. I'm sure there's something you can do."

You sighed, taking a bite and surrendering from the challenge of arguing with your mom.

"They're telling you to date," his father declared and the cola Jaemin was drinking ended up choking him. He choked so hard, he could barely breathe and the only thing you could do to help was stroke his back and offer him some water. All the while, the parents watched and his father laughed heartily.

"Honey, you can't just jump into them like that!" Jaemin's mother chided softly. "Look, he was so shocked, he's almost dying. We agreed to take it slow."

"Mom," Jaemin chided softly, coughing as he turned tk you. "Ignore them."

"Don't ignore us! We're serious!" your mother argued. You rolled your eyes at her.

"We're grown ups, mom. Who we date is our business," you declared sternly, hopefully putting an end to the topic. But your mothers can't seem to stop talking about it.

"I thought they liked each other," your mom asked.

"That's what I thought too. Jaemin seemed to care for her a lot," his mother added. "Did we read into it too much?"

"Mom, I'm working on it," Jaemin sighed, making you glance at him with wide eyes. He just smiled at you before turning to his parents. "You don't have to intervene. I'll take care of it."

Both of your mothers started teasing you and giggling amongst themselves. You just sat there quietly, staring at your food even when you can feel Jaemin's gaze boring right through you.

You sat on a tree stump by the cliff, staring at the wide scenery in front of you. The air was cold and breezy, blowing in one direction so you had to tie your hair up. Your jacket was thick but your exposed hands were cold due to the air. You kind regretted leaving the bonfire, but the teasing was starting to get to you and you just wanted to get out of there because you knew they wouldn't stop.

"You alright?" came Jaemin's voice, handing you a mug of warm coffee that you accepted after muttering a thanks. He sat next to you. "Mind if I sit here?"

"Why would you tell them that?" you asked straight, giving him a serious look that he noticed right away.

"Because it's true," he replied and you were satisfied that he understood what you meant.

"What do you want from me?" you asked without missing a beat.

The nervousness disappeared from his face, replaced by confusion. "What do I want from you? Nothing. What do you mean by that?"

"Why are you doing this? You're too nice. You're too considerate. I've racked my brain the whole time trying to convince myself that you're just being a nice guy. But then you say things that don't make sense."

"How do they not make sense? I was being honest."

You sighed, frustrated by the whole beating around the bush. "Do you have feelings for me? Do you like me or something?"

"I do."

You laughed derisively, feeling stupid for being confused all this time. "That's all it took for you to admit that? Why didn't you just say that from the get-go, then?"

"How can I? You looked at guys and gag! You even told a classmate that he's gross for asking you out," he clapped back.

"That was in high school! I was fourteen and— wait. You liked me since high school?"

He just shrugged, looking away while stifling a smile.

"No you don't."

"I do." He sighed. Now he's the one frustrated by your cluelessness. "I know it's hard believe but it's true. I liked you all these years. It was a just a crush. I had no plans to pursue it especially after we became close friends but I liked you. Of course we drifted apart after high school and of course I had my eyes on other girls. I dated some of them too. But then I saw you again and maybe it was the nostalgia. Or the familiarity. Or maybe because I liked you for a long time but when you came here, I realized I still have those feelings for you. You've gotten more beautiful, a lot smarter, more mature, but you were still you."

"If you didn't want to pursue me because we're friends, why are you doing it now?"

Jaemin sighed and took a good look at you for a good minute. "Because this time, I thought everything's gonna work out. I'm in love with you, y/n and I'm willing to pursue the possibility that we could be something more."

You sighed, feeling the adrenaline die down as you walked towards the edge of the cliff, holding on to the high railings. You looked into the horizon and quietly lamented on your thoughts. You had no idea how to react to his confession. He seemed nonchalant about it, almost too confident. You wished he would act properly, like he meant what he said. You wished he would show it to you instead of just saying it and leaving it at that. But then again, he had been showing it to you all this time, you were just preoccupied with the thought that he was just being friendly.

Jaemin followed you, standing right next to you and looking at the side of your face. "I'm sorry if I confused you. I thought I was being clear. And I'm sorry if you felt like my attention was so sudden. It doesn't really feel that way to me because I've been doing it all these years. The only difference this time was I got rid of my self-restraint. I thought it won't be necessary to tone it down since I'm ready to commit to it, anyway. I had a feeling that it would work out somehow, so I'm trying."

You felt his hand on your arm so you looked down at it before shifting your gaze to his face. He gave you an uncertain smile and you wondered if it was worth risking your friendship for this.

"Well," you began, sighing as you glanced at his hand on your arm again. You let it stay there, seeing how it seemed comfortable resting there, like it belongs there. "I'm not really sure how to react about this yet, so, I'm gonna need time to think about this."

Jaemin's smile became wider, reaching his eyes. "You can take your time. I'm not forcing you into anything."

"Thanks, Jaemin," you smiled back.

It was mid-Autumn when it came time for Jeno's wedding. Jaemin was dressed in a neat navy blue suit when he knocked on your door. He had a black turtle neck underneath it and a necklace with a tiny sun pendant. You tried not to check him out. Even his good looks felt different now. Everything else just turn into blurs when you look at him. He just glows differently now that you had both talked about his feelings for you.

"You do what feels right. It sounds cliché but it's the truth. You'll get to that point and then you'll know when it feels right." That is what Seola told you when you sought their advice. You are living by it now. So while you still haven't decided on what to do with the complex feelings between you and Jaemin, you opted to let him be his usual self around you.

"Shall we?"

"I need just three more minutes," you replied briskly, running back into your bedroom. You hastily put on a pair of earrings and double-checked your makeup look. You also checked your purse for anything you might have forgotten. And then when you finally came out, you looked around the house for your phone and found it on the sofa. "Sorry. I was at work and forgot the time."

That was a lie. You arrived from work long ago and you spent one hour on your hair and make-up and another one hour to pick out the perfect dress.

You watched him walk straight toward you, eyes looking anywhere but your own. You suddenly felt conscious but you were rooted in place and couldn't move. "What's wrong?" you asked as he inched closer.

"Your dress is unzipped," he replied. You felt your face flare when he said that and remembered you had a hard time zipping it and eventually gave up to finish your makeup first. You were embarrassed, but turned around anyway when he offered to zip it up for you.

"I couldn't... I couldn't reach it," you stammered your excuses, worried about what he thinks but he remained quiet. His touch on your clothed shoulder was brief, but it sent a surge of electricity through your body that you knew was caused by your hyper-awareness of your proximity.

"You're missing a necklace." He commented and you instinctively placed a hand on your neck.

"Oh. I couldn't pick the right one," you replied and then felt him place a necklace around your neck and lock it in place.

"Let me see?" You turned to face him as you also looked down the necklace dangling around your neck. It was the sun necklace he was wearing just a while ago. He lifted your chin to meet his eyes and he smiled as he held your gaze. You were sure he didn't mean the necklace at all when he said, "There. Beautiful."

He told you to relax before you left your apartment. You were visibly tense and you don't know if Jaemin even knows he's the reason. It's kinda annoying.

The hall was almost full when you got there. After giving your congratulatory money, you were guided to your seat and you found your other friends there.

"You look gorgeous," Hyuck commented as soon as you sat next to him. "You even came in matching outfits, wow. You should have picked me. We'll look good together like that."

Once again, you and Jaemin were matching clothes but you felt it was unnecessary to explain that it wasn't intentional so you didn't and just exchanged smiles with him.

"They've always looked like a couple," said Eunbi, one of your close friends in high school. "They're always wearing matching accessories and outfits back in high school. I'm still mad I lost the bet. We were so sure that you two would end up dating, if you weren't already."

"You assumed that just because of clothes?" You quipped.

"Honey, it's rare to just sync perfectly with someone. Not only that. He was so nice to you, it was difficult to say there was nothing special going on. You might have not dated at the time, but I'm sure Jaemin liked you or something."

You couldn't refute it, especially now that you knew Jaemin did have a thing for you back then. He just confessed all of it to you and now you are realizing that you missed all the signs that glared right at you. The topic shifted to Seola who just arrived and receieved a shower of congratulations from the table.

When the wedding ceremony started, you were in awe with the grandeur of it all. The food was excellent too. After about thirty minutes, it was time to take pictures and you were invited to the platform with all of your friends.

The wedding ended after that and Hyuck managed to gather your common friends for some drinks in a nearby barbecue restaurant. There were drinks and grilled beef and it came as no surprise for anyone on the table that Jaemin was grilling the meat. Of course you noticed how he grilled meat continuously and stacked all of it on one plate for everyone to share but made sure your own plate right next to him was filled on the regular. You would tug on his shirt to make him eat and he would heed your plea, sitting back down for a moment to eat while the meat was grilling. In between conversations, Jaemin would ask you if the food was good or if you need to refill your cup. If it wasn't for his confession, you'd see this as his usual kind self. But now you need to keep reminding yourself that he may be kind but he is not as attentive to everyone as he was with you all the time.

"So, Jeno. And then Seola. Who's next?" asked Eunbi, making you look around the table to think about her question.

"Probably Jaemin and miss class president. They were lovey-dovey all night," Sucheol teased, one cheek full of food.

"They would need to date first before they can talk about marriage," Hyuck quipped.

"What? You guys aren't dating?" Sucheol exclaimed, brows furrowed in surprise and confusion. "You look like you were!"

Jaemin reached on the grilling plate on their side of the table and started flipping the meat. "Pay attention to the meat and stop blabbering! Your food is burning and it's thanks to Sucheol."

The topic was shifted to Sucheol's clumsiness and you thanked Jaemin for taking you out of the hotseat. He cutely scrunched his nose at you before nudging your shoulder affectionately.

After the mini party, Jaemin drove you back to your apartment. Thankfully, he didn't drink too much. You weren't drunk either but you certainly had a few shots of soju. Maybe it was the liquid courage that made you ask him, but now that you've let it out, you didn't regret it.

"When did you start liking me?" you asked when he turned off the engine in the parking lot.

Jaemin glanced at you, evidently surprised by your question but he just chuckled. "When you first walked into our homeroom."

You rolled your eyes at his nonchalance. He didn't even stop to think about it. "You're so cheesy."

"Why are you getting mad? You asked me a question and I answered it," he chuckled and you got even more annoyed because you knew he was teasing you on purpose.

When it seemed like you won't be speaking again, Jaemin laughed and continued. "I kinda hinted onbit over time. But then you said men are gross so I backed out. I still tried to show you that I like you, though. But you obviously missed it because eventually, you started dating Jeno. So I stopped."

"How was I supposed to know you were giving me the special treatment? You should have used your words!"

Jaemin grinned, unbuckling his seatbelt. "I'm a shy guy."

"No, you're not." You took off your seat belt too and got ready to leave the car but the doors were still locked.

"The feelings came back when I saw you at your father's funeral, y/n," he confessed and suddenly, you felt nervous. "At first I thought I just felt bad for your loss and got it confused with affection but I couldn't stop thinking about you even after months had passed."

You remembered your father's funeral. Your friends were there. Your relatives family's friends were. Your teachers and friends from Seoul. Even friends that you stopped seeing were there. But all of them left after a while. Every single one, except for Jaemin who sat right next to you, clutching your cold hands tightly to keep them warm. He stayed even when you never once acknowledged his presence, overcame by immense grief that you couldn't even bring yourself to care about the world around you. Jaemin stayed that day and the next day and the next, until you were able to take your first rest and sleep. Until you were able to cry for the first time since your father passed away. Until you have sent your father to his final destination. You remembered that after a week, you sent him a cake to thank him. You had no idea why you chose a cake, you just wanted to thank him in any way.

"I started following you on your social media accounts hoping I can get updates on how you were doing. I tried messaging you several times but I was too shy to send them and I don't know what to say too. So I just interacted with you in our group chatrooms. You were rarely there so that was kind of a bummer. I went looking for you when I went back home too, but we never really crossed paths," he continued, smiling fondly as he reminisced. "Then I saw you here. And I was so sure that it wasn't pity. It really was affection."

He fell quiet after that and you literally had nothing to say. When he glanced at you, you noticed his movement so you glanced back at him too. When he smiled, you flashed an awkward grin as a response.

"Let's go?" he invited and you nodded. You were quiet the whole walk and even during the elevator ride, not one sound came from the two of you. But when you reached your door and he bade you goodbye, you grabbed his sleeve and asked if he wanted to come in.

You had no idea why you invited him in, it just felt right at that moment. But now, as you sat in the living room with him, you were regretting the invite and is looking for an excuse to send him out. The Nat Geo on your TV wasn't very loud and you could hear the pounding on your chest. Jaemin soon noticed your unease and prompted you.

"Do you want to kiss?"

"Sorry?" you asked, unsure if you heard him right.

"Do you want to kiss?"

You didn't even hesitate at all when you said, "Yes."

He made a move to close the distance between you so you closed your eyes, thinking this would be the kiss but it didn't happen. When you opened them, he was staring at your face at an alarmingly close distance. Smiling, he said, "Here I come."

The first kiss was brief because he was checking to see your reaction first. When you made no sound or movement to protest, he kissed you again, this time deeper, longer, just pressing firmly and sending warmth through your body. When you reached for his cheek, his hand found the back of your head and held it in place before he started moving his mouth over yours. Kissing him didn't feel forced, nor did it feel awkward or messy. You didn't even need to take a few trial and error to practice your rhythm. Kissing him came so naturally that you felt as though you've known his lips for a long time. When he slipped his tounge between your lips, you opened up for him without ahy hesitation. In no time, you were making out on your sofa, a little tipsy on soju but drunk on his scent and warmth.

He stopped when your hand trailed from his neck to his chest. He looked into your eyes, smiling as he tucked a few strands of hair behind you ear. "Are you okay?"

You bit your lip, craving for more but too nervous to continue. "I don't really want to hook up or anything."

Jaemin chuckled, "We won't silly. We're just kissing." He kissed your forehead before moving away. You grabbed his arm just as he was letting you go and he stopped in his tracks, surprised by your boldness. You were too so you shyly pushed his arm back. He laughed and reach for your hand, pulling you close to him and tucking you between his arms. You rested your head on his chest as his hand gently stroked your shoulder. It felt comfortable in his arms. His fresh smell and steady heartbeat was lulling you to sleep while Nat Geo continued in the background.

"Don't you need to get changed," he softly whispered in your ear as sleepiness threatened to drag you to dreamland. You stirred, slowly rising to your feet as you headed for the bathroom. You stripped out of your clothes and washed up. Cold water on your face definitely helped wake you up a little. After making sure you've erased all your make up, you clumsily slapped on some skincare products before wrapping yourself in your bathrobe and stepping out. Jaemin was still there and he looked away from the TV when you opened the bathroom door.

"You should get some rest too," you told him and he gave you a nod in response before taking a deep breath and rising to his feet to turn off the TV.

He walks to you and you met him halfway, looking up at him as he placed a hand on your shoulder and the other on your cheek. "See you tomorrow."

"You can stay, you know." You don't even wanna know where the courage came from, but what has been said is done. He just laughs though and says he literally lives one door away. You would have insisted, but you felt shy and just looked away. Jaemin noticed this so he lifted your chin and told you you don't need to do this just because he likes you. "It's not that... I... I want you to stay."

"You want me to sleep over?" he inquired, making sure he was understanding you perfectly.

"Yes." That was all he needed to hear to agree.

He said he need to go to back to his place and change so you agreed. You wondered if he'd come back and thought it would make things easier if he didn't. But a large part of you wished he never left at all so you don't have to worry about him not coming back. You were in the middle of this mental ordeal when he rang your bell and you basically flew to the door, pausing for a moment before opening the door so you don't appear overly eager. He was changed and washed when he appeared, a big smile on his lips. You smiled back and invited him in. As you were heading to your bedroom, you saw him sit on the sofa and yawned while stretching.

"Aren't you sleepy yet?" you asked wondering why he was still sitting there.

"I am. Terribly."

"Then why are you still there?"

Jaemin understood that you want him in your bedroom and he was surprised. "I can't go in there."

"Oh. It's okay. I don't mind."

Ever so perceptive, he walks to you and held your hand. "I can't sleep on the same bed with you because I'm a man who likes you."

"You don't have to feel bad about it. I invited you in. You're not forcing me to do it." you explained but Jaemin still shook his head.

"I would love to but I'd really rather not. I don't trust myself and we're not really in an official relationship yet so even if you allowed me, I would hate to disrespect you like that."

"I see."

He cupped your face and patted your head before telling you he'll see you in the morning. You told him the sheets are in the cabinet and he can help himself. Then you went into your bedroom reeling in extreme embarrassment because it seemed like you were too eager to get in bed with him. You didn't sleep properly that night, just thinking about the whole encounter.

The truth is, you're done contemplating. Ever since the camping trip, you've spent days thinking things over, weighing pros and cons, and just deciding on what to do. You are now sure you liked Jaemin too and you'd love to be in a relationship with someone like him. These past days, you kept thinking of ways to bring it up but nothing seemed to work and you often ended up with more dillemmas than answers. Today, after everything he said, you figured this was the right time, that you would regret it if he left tonight without telling him your feelings. But at the end of the day, you still chickened out, totally embarrassing yourself than clearing things up for good.

On the other hand, Jaemin was lying on the sofa, watching a movie on your TV. Sleepiness escaped him right after you left and he was contemplating which one was the bad idea; declining your offer to sleep in your bedroom, or sleeping here at all. It troubled him that you're right inside the room, so close yet he can't even reach for you. But it was true that he doesn't want to disrespect you by doing inappropriate things with you while you weren't together yet. Kissing you made him want to punch himself already although he loved every second of it. Now, he considered it a guilty pleasure.

He sighs as he remembered bits of memories of you. He remembered when you first came into the building. You were distraught the last time you met, but you were still pretty. Now you're even more beautiful and his heart started feeling like a teenager again. At your housewarming, he was wondering what he can bring and found a stash of freshly-made side dishes from his mother. The night progressed quickly and he was on hyper-alert while you leaned over to him, seemingly unaware of your close distance. It didn't help that Hyuck kept pushing you until you were flush against him. You smelled good and looked cuter up close. When he went home, Hyuck asked why he was going out again so he explained that you need help cleaning up. "Liar. You just want to spend more time with her."

Well, Hyuck wasn't wrong, but it was true he really wanted to help you clean up. Things never got better since then, instead his feelings keeps growing stronger for you and it seems as though fate keeps bringing you together.

He sighed for the hundredth time, not even understanding the flick on the TV anymore as thoughts of you filled his mind. As the main leads on the TV kissed, his mind fluttered to the sight of your bare back that morning, the feel of your skin when he put the necklace on for you, and how the lipstick shade you wore earlier matched you so perfectly he had to keep looking away or he'd pull you into a kiss. Then he remembered kissing you; the addictive feeling of your soft lips and the sensation it engulfed him in that felt like a vice—forbidden but good.

"Hey." Your voice made him jolt and glance your way briefly before struggling to change the channel of the TV that was flashing an intimate scene. He fumbled with the remote and ended up increasing the volume as the woman on the screen moaned.

"Shit," he muttered just as he found the off button. You laughed at his flustered face, walking towards the sofa with a pillow in your embrace. He sat up to make room for you and you didn't even hesitate when you sat close to him and leaned on his chest. Jaemin panicked a little, masking it with a chuckle as he reluctantly placed a hand on your shoulder before rubbing it. "You okay?"

"How do you know you like me for real?" was your question. Jaemin geniunely did not know the answer so after a while of thinking, he just shrugged and said he just knew.

You hummed, nuzzling closer as you closed your eyes and inhaled his scent. "That's valid, isn't it?"

"I guess," he replied, pressing his cheek on your head.

"Good," you said. Jaemin sighed, relaxing into the position as his hand left your shoulder to caress your head. "It's good because I like you too. For real. I don't know how I know, but I just do," you added.

Jaemin smiled to himself, his hold of your head getting tighter as his heart evened its pace. "That's valid, isn't it?" he asked back so you smiled, eyes closing as you fell asleep.

"I guess." Who knew that the reason you couldn't fall asleep will also be the solution to the problem?

"So, how would you feel if I ask you to be my girlfriend?"

You chuckled sleepily, eyes still closed but his questioned sounded ridiculous to you. "That's not how you get the girl, Na Jaemin."

Jaemin laughed too. "Would you like to be my girlfriend, y/n?"

You smiled, looking up and kissing his cheek. "Let's get to bed, Jaemin."

You woke up in your bed the next morning, the other side was empty but it was warm, a clear telling that someone was there before. You wondered where Jaemin was until the smell of food coming in through the small opening of your door permeated inside the room. When you rose from bed, you felt conscious of your face and your morning hair so you discreetly went out, sneaking into the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. You were in your tiptoes as you tried to go back to your bedroom but Jaemin called your name.

"Did you sleep well?" You stopped in your tracks, forcing out a grin as he smiled at you. He was setting food on the table and you approached because there was nothing else to do.

"Yeah. Did you?"

He grinned at you. "Best sleep I had in a long time."

You rolled your eyes even though it made your heart flutter.

"Sorry for going through your pantry. We both have work so I thought I'd make breakfast before we leave," he explained but you just waved your hand dismissively.

"Feel free. It's fine as long as I get breakfast made by my favorite chef." You saw how he stopped dead in his tracks while mixing the food he was cooking and his ears turned extremely red. You giggled contentedly. Jaemin just cleared his throat and continued his task. It's a bit forward, but it felt good to just be yourself around him, honest with no restraints.

Breakfast was hearty and surprisingly a lot just for the two of you. Jaemin encouraged you to eat a lot, putting more food in your bowl of rice.

"Do I look starved? Why are you giving me so much food," you complained, putting the eggrolls back to the plate.

Jaemin just placed them back on your bowl. "Just eat. Breakfast is good for you. I have reason to believe you skip breakfast every morning."

"What reason?" you asked, taking your chopsticks to your bowl to remove the eggrolls again.

Jaemin tutted and stopped you from taking the food out. "Just eat."

"So much for having a chef boyfriend," you complained, taking a bite out of the egg. Your eyes lit up when the taste filled your mouth. "This is good!"

"You like it? Great. Finish it so you'll have energy at work."

Jaemin was right. You mostly skipped breakfast and relied on sandwiches or the cookies he would give you when you go to his cafe. You rarely have time for it and even if you do, you hated eating bad food, which was usually the case with your cooking.

After breakfast, you and Jaemin cuddled on the sofa for a long time, giggling and kissing like teenagers. You stopped only when your alarm went off, signalling that it's time to get ready for work.

"Aw," you complained, nuzzling against Jaemin's chest.

"Come on, let's go. I'll come over after work."

"Fine," you sighed, standing up and trekking to your bathroom.

"Wait." He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a quick kiss. "Can I pick you up?"

"You never asked me that when you would go pick me up before."

He chuckled. "Well, I was trying to be cool that time."

"You can also drive me there, you know."

"I know, but I'm going out of town for a bit to buy some produce. I'll be back before you clock out though."

"Okay."

"Okay," he chimed, swooping in for another kiss. "See you later."

You walked him to the door before bidding him goodbye. He even stole another kiss before leaving and it made you chuckle. Yesterday you were still conflicted about the whole situation with Jaemin, now you can't even take your hands off of each other. You wondered if it was better if you had both decided to do this a long time ago.

"You guys are definitely dating," Jaehee noted when you all came down after work and Jaemin was outside the building waiting for you in his car.

Yunseo chimed in. "Totally."

You just chuckled. "We are."

"Really?" Yunseo exclaimed before her and Jaehee exchanged looks and shrieked.

"Shush, girls," you chided softly, bowing at the random people who were startled by the girls. "It hasn't been that long."

"Doesn't matter. It should have happened a long time ago!" Jaehee giggled.

You didn't notice Jaemin get off his car and make his way to you. "Hi, ladies."

"Hi, Chef Jaemin," the girls greeted while you were frozen because Jaemin just casually placed a hand on your waist.

"Did you make plans today? I can just leave you to it," he asked, turning to you for an answer.

"No, we're all heading home now." You turned to Yunseo and Jaehee who both nodded. "See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, see you! Bye, Chef!"

Jaemin tugged on your waist, gesturing for you to go get in the car so you followed his lead. As soon as both of you were seated, he leaned over you for a kiss. One that was long and strained, you could almost feel his frustration with the way he's pulling the back of your neck. You couldn't help but giggle.

"What was that for?"

Jaemin sighed. "I missed you."

You almost choked at his unbridled honesty so you cleared your throat and straightened up in your seat.

"And I was just making sure it's real," he added.

"What is?"

"All of this."

"We haven't done much as a couple yet."

"Yes, but it's kind of overwhelming to me right now. You know, dating you after a long time." He paused, reaching for your hand on your thigh and kissing your knuckles before intertwining them with his own. "It feels new but familiar too."

You cracked a smile, reaching for his cheek to stroke it. "I know. It's weird. But the good kind of weird. I love it."

"I love you," he said and that made you stop stroking his skin. "I have for a while now."

"How are you so quick to decide that?"

Jaemin chuckled and turned on his engine, not letting go of your hand. "I didn't decide it. It just happened."

The drive was smooth, filled with soft music from his speakers and casual conversations about random things. When he pulled over on the side of the road, you realized how long he had been driving so you looked outside the window to see that you've reached a hilltop. It was a popular spot that overlooks the downtown area of the city. If you go higher up, you'll be able to see a panoramic view of Seoul.

"Oh wow," you exclaimed, rolling your windows down to get a better look. "I've always wanted to come here!"

"Really? Why didn't you?"

You glanced back at him, also wondering the same question. When you realized that you actually don't know why, you just shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe because I didn't want to come by myself?"

Jaemin grinned, turning of the car. "Well you're in luck. I'm taking you here on our first date," he said before getting off the car.

"First date?" the thought made your cheeks feel warm and you sat there feeling your heart pound wildly in your chest. When the door on your side of the car opened, you accepted the hand Jaemin offered you and let him lead you out.

The sky was clear and the air gave a cold chill that pierced your skin. But Jaemin's hand was warm so you inched closer to him, hoping to share his warmth. He noticed you nuzzling and pulled you by the shoulder so you're snug against him. Then he led you all the way into one of the buildings.

At the entrance, he told the staff about a reservation under his name. After a quick check, another staff came to guide you inside. A little walk, an elevator ride, and a staircase, you reached the rooftop restaurant of the place where you could see the cityscape. You gasped quietly, heading over to the banisters for a better look.

"What do you think?" Jaemin asked, standing close to you and placing one arm around your shoulders.

"I think it's cold," you giggled, pressing your body closer to his. He moved to wrap both of his arms around you until he was hugging you from behind. You looked up to meet his eyes. "But it's really pretty. I love it."

Jaemin planted a kiss on your forehead before letting you go. "Should we take a picture before we go inside?"

"Okay!"

He took out his phone and pulled you for a selfie. After snapping a few pictures of you together, you told him to stand there so you can take solo pictures of him with your phone. A few more pictures later, your hands were feeling the cold so you both headed inside the rooftop restaurant.

You scrolled through your gallery for the nth time today. Just over three months in your relationship and your camera roll is already filled with pictures of each other. Your roll mostly consists of handsome pictures of him but you know damn well he kept more of yours, even the ugly ones he would randomly capture when you're not looking or when you're doing something silly. It was annoying at first but he would always insist that he likes seeing them more than your decent ones. Even saying that it makes him feel like you're right there next to him.

You sighed, wondering if he's looking at those pictures right now. He had been gone for five days already, attending a training seminar for chefs in a far-away province by the east coast. When he first left, you told him you won't miss him that much. It's only for a week and ever since you started dating, you've seen each other every single day without fail. So a few days of being away shouldn't hurt, right?

Wrong. It hurts like hell. So you kept texting each other. It helps that you have all the time to chat and talk over the phone when you get home. He's learning a lot over there and you know that this will help him with his business so you were proud that he even registered for it. But now you kinda wished you never got him that registration form in the first place.

You sighed, closing your phone and putting it face-down on the desk.

Yunseo saw this and scoffed. "Woojin, how many times has it been?"

Woojin stirred in his seat. He had fallen asleep and panicked when Yunseo called his name. "Huh?"

"Eonnie has sighed for how many times today?"

Woojin swallowed and shook his head uncertainly. "I–I lost count."

Yunseo glared at him and grimaced. "That's because you're sleeping! You better not let Mr. Jung catch you!"

"There's nothing to do around here! We can't even leave!" Woojin complained, melting in his chair again.

Jaehee limply laid her head on her desk and sighed. "It's been three days without work. Are we getting laid off?"

Yunseo's shoulders sagged. "We might as well be at this point. Did XO Foods really pull out from the company?"

"No, they didn't," the voice of your Team Leader coming from the door made all of them sit up, except for you who's still staring at the window. "They're just being moved to another team."

Mr Jung paused when he noticed your dazed expression. "What's wrong with her?"

"She misses her boyfriend," Yunseo teased. Mr. Jung shook his head and dropped the folder he was holding on your desk. This made you jolt and look down at it, then look up at your Team Leader.

"Look alive team, we've gotten too good for XO Foods. We've been reassigned to ABC Company."

You gasped while the rest of your coworkers cheered happily. ABC Company is also a food brand but with bigger reach and influence over the market. Working to market them won't be difficult as they are already popular. It's extra workload to keep up with their popularity, for sure, but it also means a higher pay grade.

The good news cheered you up and your team went out to celebrate with some drinks and barbecue. After that, you arrived at your house late into the night, feeling tired but satisfied with how the day went.

You dragged yourself into the bathroom to take a long shower. The restaurant was a little humid so you were sweating the whole time and you would rather not sleep at all than go to bed feeling icky. After wiping yourself dry, you didn't even bother to wrap yourself in a towel when you stepped out. But when you rounded the living room, you heard the sound of glass falling on the floor and breaking. That startled you and seeing the figure of a man in your kitchen made you scream and crouch on the floor, aware of how naked you were and terrified of finding a stranger in your home.

"Get the hell out of my house or I'm calling the police!" you screamed at him but you heard his footsteps approach so you curled up and hid your face between your knees.

"Hey! Hey!" came Jaemin's voice. "Baby, it's me. It's just me."

"Jaemin?" you croaked, looking up at him. You felt something warm drape over you and found that he had covered you with his coat. "What are you doing here? You scared me!"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. You kinda scared me too, coming out of the bathroom like that." He helped you up, wrapping you with his coat so you don't expose yourself.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming today?"

"Well, I did. I texted you that I was coming. I even called but you didn't pick up."

"I was in the shower."

"Yeah, I realized that when I arrived and the shower was running. I first thought you were still out so I just came straight here and then you..." he looked at the state of you and sighed. "God, you're driving me crazy."

"I'm driving you crazy? You're the one acting like some burglar and walking around with the lights off!"

"I wanted to surprise you! I didn't know you would walk out of the bathroom butt-naked!"

You laughed then apologized and stopped. But you couldn't help laughing again.

"What's so funny?"

"You are! You said butt-naked."

Jaemin scoffed. "You think that's funny?"

"No, just the way you said it."

"Oh yeah? I bet you think this is funny too," he said before grabbing a handful of your clothed ass and squeezing it. You shrieked and ran away. Hiding into your bedroom and locking the door. Jaemin pounded on the door. "I haven't broken down a door but I might try!"

You just laughed and got dressed quickly. When you opened up, he was grimacing at your fully-clothed appearance. "Go take a bath or something."

"Yeah, but I need my clothes," he retorted, gently pushing you aside to go to the closet. You're not living together yet, but he has slept over plenty of times that he now have clothes in your closet. You have a few clothes over at his house too along with some other stuff. He pulled a pair of sweatpants and a tshirt before leaving for the bathroom. In the meantime, you went to the kitchen for a drink and found a paper bag with a bouquet of flowers in it. You opened it and took out its contents one by one. The bouquet was small and came with a box of chocolates and a small velvet box.

You freaked upon finding the box. Wondering what was inside of it. Your mind was quick to imagine him proposing, then holding a wedding, and getting married, and all that stuff. You pondered on the idea of spending your life with him and contemplated whether you're ready to step into that phase of your relationship. Your mind went into a spiral of emotions while staring at the box but you dared not to open it, scared to confirm your suspicion despite feeling extremely curious.

Then you felt Jaemin's presence behind you before feeling the weight of his chin on your shoulder. His hair was damp against your cheek but you didn't mind. He took the box from your hand and opened it. You almost closed your eyes but it opened up quickly.

"Earrings?" you pointed out, touching the small diamond stud earrings.

"Yeah," he replied and you could hear the smile in his voice. "I saw Jaehee's post online. You were out tonight for a celebration. I don't know what it was yet but I would hate to come home empty-handed."

"They're beautiful."

"I picked them with you in mind," he said proudly. "A pretty last minute purchase but I took my time to find something you'd like."

You glanced back at him, your noses almost touching. "Thank you. For a second, I thought you'd propose to me."

Jaemin shrugged. "A little early for that, but I will eventually. Though it won't be like this."

You giggled. "Am I to expect something grand?"

"If I tell you, it won't feel as fulfilling as we hope it would."

"Hmm, that's fair."

You managed to convince him to let you eat a few pieces of chocolates before bed, though he never stopped reminding you to brush your teeth after. So you slipped one in his mouth to shut him up.

"Now you have to brush your teeth too." You stuck your tongue out while he begrudgingly ate the chocolate.

"It's actually good."

"Right?" you beamed, tucking the box away after taking one last piece.

Your bathroom was spacious but it felt cramped with the two of you in it. His hand was holding on the sink for support while you stood and stared at yourself in the mirror as you brushed your teeth. He noticed that and smirked.

"You like watching yourself brush?" he asked and you scowled.

"No, but where else would I look?"

Jaemin looked over his shoulder then back at you. "My butt," he said before wiggling his ass.

You laughed and cleaned your mouth before slapping his ass. "Stop saying butt. It sounds funny when you say it."

"Butt, butt, butt, butt," he teased so you went and grabbed his buttocks. He jolted when you squeezed it and he turned to face you. "Hey!"

"What? You did it to me first!"

He sighed and rinsed his mouth before putting his toothbrush away and facing you again.

"Did you even miss me at all?"

"Oh, I missed you a lot. But how are you back so soon?"

He leaned on the sink and pulled you by the waist so you were flush against his waist. "The seminar was only for five days. The extra two days is for sightseeing or going to markets but I don't think it would be fun."

"Why not? You like the market."

"I really just wanted to come home to you as soon as possible," he replied, lifting your chin and kissing your lips. "I missed you everyday."

"I missed you too, every single day. Five days felt so long. I wasn't expecting that!" you complained while Jaemin affectionately rubbed his nose on yours.

"Me too," he said before kissing you again, this time, he grabbed your waist tighter, pulling you closer as if your bodies weren't pressed against each other's already. With a swift movement, he lifted you off your feet and brought you back into the bedroom.

He sat with you on his lap, still kissing you with sweet abandon. You took the initiative to straddle his lap for a better kissing position. His hand travelled the length of your back, the other holding your head in place. When his kisses trailed down your neck, you felt goosebumps all over your skin that made you jolt a little, unintentionally bucking your hips against his crotch. Jaemin nipped on your skin but the gasp that escaped you made him suck harder. You let out a moan, amazed at how the pain clearly translated into pleasure. You found yourself grinding on his hips but as soon as you felt the hardness between your legs, you jumped off him in surprise.

Jaemin looks at you with half-lidded eyes, surprised but still a little drunk on the makeout. "What's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing. I'm... I'm just sleepy."

"Oh," Jaemin sighed, disappointment was evident on his face but he still smiled at you. "Okay. Let's get some sleep."

He opened up his arms to welcome you and you tried not to let your eyes wander on his crotch. You lay with your back facing him so he would spoon you and he did just that, kissing the back of your head before closing his eyes.

"Goodnight, Jaemin."

"Goodnight, baby. I love you."

"I love you," you echoed.

This wasn't the first time you backed out on the possibility of making love with Jaemin. Sometimes you think he had gotten used to it too because never once did he force you to do it. He doesn't even bring it up. You loved cuddling with him and you loved it even more when you make out. But having sex scared you as much as you craved it. You're totally not a 26-year old virgin, you've had a few experiences. But ever since dating Jaemin, you felt ashamed to share your intimate secrets with him. That was actually why he was so shocked to see you naked. He's never made you feel inadequate or insecure. In fact he always made you feel like you're the only girl he'll ever worship, the most beautiful of all. Maybe that's why letting him explore you to the very core scared you a little bit. He loves you too much that he thinks so highly of you. What if you disappoint him when you finally have sex?

Your thoughts were muddled the whole time you were laying there. You don't even know how much time has passed. His warmth was comforting behind you and his arm wasn't heavy at all. You thought this would put you to sleep like it always did, but right now your body wasn't just warm, it was hot. Jaemin's breath on your bare neck and the sound of his breathing wasn't helping your case. You forced your eyes close, hoping that sleep would just take over you soon enough but you remained restless, moving ever so slightly to make sure you don't wake him.

It must have failed because Jaemin eventually exhales sharply and pulled you a little closer to him. You shifted to find a better position but the movement caused your ass to brush against his crotch. You froze, feeling warmer where your lower bodies were barely touching than your back that was literally pressed on his chest. In an attempt to get your ass further away, you moved again, but this time, he pulled your waist and your ass was flush against his. He shifted a little, you felt his muscle getting harder until you were well-aware of its length. You pressed your ass closer to him, this time, intentionally. The contact made him jolt back and groan at the same time and you couldn't help but gasp and close your eyes at how good he sounded in your ear. Feeling bolder, you grind your ass against his erection again, making him buck away.

Then you felt his head move to kiss your ear as he whispered, "Naughty."

You felt shy and wanted to explain that it was an accident at first. But instead of that, what you did was grind your ass on his crotch again. He humped you back, pressing his cock on the crack of your ass. You felt wetness gather in your underwear as you tilted your head back. "Jaemin."

"Hmmh?"

Damn, even that sound was driving you to the edge. But you knew he wouldn't act on it. You knew he would never dare even if the tension was this bad. So you decided to plead. "I want you. Please?"

Your begging made him hump harder and groan a little louder as his hand that was on your waist moved to cup your clothed core. "Oh, baby. You're driving me nuts."

The only nut you wanted right now was his on your skin.

You woke up feeling sore, the spot next to you empty except for Jaemin's shirt which you knew he had discarded the night before. You grinned upon remembering what happened last night. You don't even need to look under the sheets to know you're still naked underneath it, except for your underwear. You grabbed his shirt and slid into it before leaving the room.

Like usual, Jaemin was in his spot at the kitchen, preparing a hefty breakfast. You were convinced he's motivated to fatten you up and you were sure you've put on a little bit of weight despite your efforts to exercise. He saw you and smiled but then he saw his shirt on you and smiled even wider. "Was your sleep good?"

You wrapped your arms around his waist as he finished transferring the food from the pan to the plate. "No. I'm tired." You followed even as he placed the plate to the table.

"Sorry. Was I too much?"

You shook your head. "10 out of 10, will do it again."

He chuckled and set the final plate on the table with you still attached on his waist. "You were too beautiful. I couldn't help it," he said before suddenly lifting you off your feet and setting you flat on the countertop. You shrieked and giggled as he looked up at you with a grin. None of you said anything, he just quietly looked into your eyes and studied the features of your face.

"What?"

"Good morning," he said before kissing you, deeply, passionately. Your hands found his neck and you made out on your countertop for a good minute before he pulled away first. "I made breakfast."

"I can see that."

"Can I eat you first though?"

You blushed and stuttered. "Hey, how are you like this already?"

"Like what?"

"Like this. Perverted and loud about it."

He just shrugged and pressed his erection between your thighs. The contact made you gasp. "I've always been like this. I was just holding back."

You rolled your eyes and tapped his shoulders. "Let's not let the food wait."

He flashed a naughty grin and cocked an eyebrow at you. "Oh? Does my food hate waiting?"

"Stop," you chided shyly, hitting his chest before getting off the countertop. "I'm still tired. Give me a break."

"Like, two hours?" he persisted, sliding on the seat next to you and leaning his head on your shoulder.

"Na Jaemin!" you scolded so he straightened up.

"Yep."

You just shook your head in disbelief. Now you understand why people said sex changes relationships. But you're not complaining because Na Jaemin is more obsessed with you now than he already was before.

[Fin]

#nct x reader #jaemin x reader #na jaemin #jaemin fluff #nct x you #jaemin smut #nct fanfic #nct au #nct ff

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hwnglx · 5 months

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what's between v and jennie? feelings, friendship or smth else?

taehyung + jennie

based on tarot. i do not know these idols personally. energies are always changing. what i say is NOT straight fact. pls take it with a grain of salt!

did they ever date? kingofsw&tower&knofw, deathrx+star

yes, they were dating. but not anymore. i'm sensing that the leak of the photos was a big turning point for taehyung and jennie, that required them to step back and look at the situation from a more objective view. it's almost like they forgot there even was the possibility for someone to "expose" them, and were just living in the heat of the moment. it was a more short-lived, but very impactful and meaningful relationship for the both of them. a lot of passion and longing for each other. there still seems to be an inability to move on, not being able to let go of whatever they had, and a clear wish to rekindle. (especially on taehyung's side)

how does taehyung feel towards jennie? 2ofw&queofw, emperrx&9ofswrx&temprx, strength, 5ofc

so, jennie seems to have been a woman, who taehyung has always felt an attraction towards. he sees her as the charming queen of wands, someone with a strong presence and a very magnetic aura. with the two of wands here, it's clear that approaching her was something he had planned to do.

however, i got a bunch of reversed cards just flying out right away, so there is a lot of blocked and negative energy here. it seems like, once he was able to build something with jennie, he put a lot of responsibility on himself to take good care of her, and make sure she's comfortable. i also kept hearing "protective". he really wanted to hold on to what they had, and kinda stressed himself out on his own. i think the fear of losing his grip on her drove taehyung to this place of uncertainty on how to proceed.. like "what do i do so this amazing woman stays with me?" he saw her a precious existence in his life, that he didn't wanna lose.

he still seems to hold strong feelings for jennie, but has since been able to control himself more. the five of cups in the end tells me there still is lingering regret in him, and he often asks himself if he could've done anything differently, to prevent the end from happening. just like in the previous spread, there definitely seems to be a lack of closure on a personal level.

how does jennie feel towards taehyung? kingofc, 7ofw&magic, 3ofsw, 5ofw, pagofc

she views taehyung as a very emotionally mature and loving guy. someone who cherishes and values his loved ones tremendously, and has a sweet and understanding heart. jennie seems to especially admire his ability to deal with obstacles, in her eyes taehyung is someone who's very level headed and intelligent. he doesn't get swayed or driven to insecurity by the challenges he faces. she herself can be a lot more sensitive than people think, and often takes things to heart, so she felt very drawn to someone so different to her. being with him gave her a sense of stability.

the five of wands shows me, all the public talk and external circumstances messed with her feelings. she truly doesn't like her private life being so out there and having to hear everyone voicing their opinion on something that's meant to be only her business. it wasn't just the news that they dated, as far as i can remember people hacked into her phone (? correct me if i'm wrong) and literally leaked their private pictures. i think anyone would feel very uncomfortable in that situation.

she seems to have blamed herself a lot, for not thinking of the possibility of this happening. like "guess i did this to myself." she believes she was blinded by infatuation and it was immature of her to believe people wouldn't have found out. (she's so hard on herself, my god.. ? ☹)

what went wrong? world, 10ofsw

tbh, the cards are telling me "it just ended, stop asking."

jennie and taehyung are both idols whose energies are a bit more difficult for me personally, they're both very protective. i didn't ask any further.

i believe they just wanna keep the details of their relationship more private, and of course they have an obvious right to.

#kpop tarot #bts tarot #blackpink tarot

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that-basic-simp · 5 months

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Modern AU

Karlach X Fem! Reader WC: 1.6k+ A/N: I couldn't think of a good name for this, but really wanted to write in a modern setting.

As I was walking out of the building I was just in, my phone buzzed, revealing that my mother wants me to pick up dinner on the way home as she was stuck in the office. I let out a sigh as I swiftly turned on my feet, heading into the direction of the grocery store. Being a college student on a budget myself and having to get dinner tonight was irritating, but it was something I wasn't used to. My mother took on extra shifts or stayed longer because we needed the income as my father hadn't paid his child support, but it's not like it's needed anymore as I am over the age to where I can make my own money in an attempt to support myself and my mother.

Taking a turn down a busy road, I watched as the traffic was at a stand still. Some people were honking their horns, as if that did anything to move the traffic faster. But if it made them think that, might as well let them. Heading towards me were some people on motorcycles. Some were wearing helmets while others weren't. The one that caught my eye was the one who had bright red skin, long black and red hair that went sat on their right shoulder. A black crop top was worn underneath a leather jacket that had some spikes coming from the shoulders. Black pants were hugging their muscular thighs nicely as they sat up, talking to the other bikers. One thing I noticed was the broken horn and intact horn on their head and the tail that whisked back and forth.

I've seen stranger here in Faerun, especially on the Sword Coast here. I once saw a small bugbear going to town on an ogre almost twice his size. Normal Tuesday morning walk on my way to classes I guess. But a Tiefling with a Githyanki alongside what appears to be a human, elf, half-elf, and is that a vampire? In the sun? Guess he found a way to conquer it. I just hope he doesn't burn up in it. Seems like they were friends and I wouldn't want them to lose out on their companion. What the hells am I saying? Why do I care about them? They're nothing but strangers just passing by. Maybe I care because I don't have what they have. Well, at least not in the moment. I did have what they had before attending college. But all my friends decided to back stab me and go against me, even though I did nothing wrong. First it was my father leaving my mother and now it was my friends leaving me. Everyone leaves me, except for my mother.

It was us against the world when my father left at the age of ten. Then six years go by and my friends leave, making me the loneliest person in my school while they galivanted off into the sunset hand in hand, skipping in a field of roses. If only I was there to trip all of them. I would have loved to have done that whenever I was still in school with them, but they'd all avoid me. None of them even looked my way. It hurt like hell, but I didn't need them. I didn't need anyone.

"Hey," one of them called in my direction, whistling to get my attention.

I picked my head up and found the tiefling was looking at me. A smirk was on her face as she winked at me, wolf whistling.

"Karlach," the half-elf said. "We're in public."

"I can't admire a young lady?" she smiled.

"Why don't you go admire someone else?" I snapped, bearing what little fangs I had, no thanks to my human father.

"Come on now," the tiefling chuckled. "I am not trying to catcall or anything. You just look nice."

"Thanks," I mumbled as I walked faster, getting away from them.

"Nice going, Karlach," I heard one of them say.

"I am trying my best," Karlach said as all of them drove off to who knows where.

Heading inside the grocery store, I just picked up a few ready to make meals as that was the only thing that I could afford in this moment in time and what I was feeling. My mother wasn't going to get back until possibly eight or nine o'clock. So I was on my own for tonight and it would be better for her to have one of these instead of worrying about leftovers. About to head out, I found the same tiefling walking inside the store. I let out a sigh as I walked towards the front, just wanting to get out of here quickly.

Paying for the food items, I walked out of the store and into the parking lot, past the bike she had rode on. Stopping, I couldn't help but admire it. Walking towards it, the nice black metal was shining to where it was almost sparkling in the afternoon sun. The leather looked like it was taken care of on the daily and she did not miss a day of cleaning it.

"Hey," a voice came.

Picking my head up, it was an older druid who walked towards me.

"That your bike?" he asked.

"N-No, I-I was just admiring it," I stepped away from it.

"Looks like you were about to take it," he sneered.

"I-I swear I was just admiring it. N-Nothing else."

"I know the owner of that bike. He won't like it knowing you had your eyes on it."

That I knew was a lie.

"Excuse me? He?"

"Yes. He doesn't like it when others gawk at his bike like that. So why don't you scurry off before I tell him about you."

"Aye, what's going on here?" I heard the tiefling's voice come up behind me.

"This your bike?" the druid asked.

"It is," she said, pulling out her keys.

"M-My mistake," the druid said to me and walked off.

The tiefling looked over her shoulder, her eyes following the druid as he walked into the store before she turned towards me.

"You're the one from earlier," she said.

"Y-Yeah."

"Look I didn't mean any harm when I was looking at you."

"And you decided to follow me here to tell me?"

"Actually, I was on my way here after I was done hanging out with the others."

"Sure," I said, skeptical.

"I am telling the truth, but it's up to you on whether or not you want to believe me," she walked towards the back of the bike, opening up a small compartment.

She placed a small bag inside before closing it up, locking it.

"I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed."

"It's alright," she smiled at me. "Karlach," she held her hand out.

"Y/N."

"Oh you're Mrs. L/N's daughter, aren't you?"

"Y-You know her?"

"How could I not? Most well known tiefling in all of the Sword Coast. Most revered doctor. She treated me about two years ago when I had an accident on my first bike."

"Accident?"

"Yeah," she said, nodding her head. "It was a terrible accident. I was just driving when all of a sudden some idiot on another bike went into the opposing side of traffic. A car veered off, just barely hitting them, but I collided with the car. Totaled my first bike and now."

She removed her leather jacket and turned around, a long scar running down her back to the top of her tail. Putting her jacket back on, she let out a sigh.

"Got that along with losing part of my horn."

"I-I'm sorry about that."

"Nah, no worries. The ambulance took me to the hospital your mom works at and she fixed me up with no issues. She sat and listened to my side of the story as she told me that if she ever needed a witness for my trial, she'd be there in a heartbeat."

"So what ended up happening to the guy who got away?"

"Sued by both me and the driver of the car. Had to pay practically all the expenses."

"Got what he deserved."

"Sure in Hells he did. But anyway, mind if I take you back home? I-If you're comfortable that is."

"Sure. Why not. Beats lugging around my bag," I sighed.

Karlach swung her leg over the bike and got on. She moved forward a bit to make room for me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and she turned on her bike. Revving the engine a bit, she grabbed her sunglasses and placed them on.

"Hang on," she said and drove the bike out of the parking lot and onto the road.

I clung onto her tightly because of my own fear of motorcycles and motorized bikes. It wasn't like she was going fast or anything, since I lived very close, but it was how she was weaving in and out of rush hour traffic. Some cars were honking at her, giving her the finger, and even yelling at her. What did she do? Yell back, flipped them off, and even laughed. Her carefree attitude was something to get used to, but hopefully I wouldn't see her as often. Reaching my apartment building, she parked her motorcycle and cut the engine before putting the kickstand down.

"There you are. Safe and sound."

"Thank you, Karlach," I said and got off of the bike. "I hope you have a good rest of your day."

"You too. Oh!"

I turned and faced her as she reached into her pocket, pulling out a small sticky note. Scribbling something down, she handed it to me.

"If you ever want to go for a ride sometime in the near or far future," Karlach smiled. "I'll be down."

"T-Thank you, Karlach."

"See ya around," she said, staring the motorcycle and driving off.

Looking at the sticky note, her name, number and address was there. Along with a little doodle of herself. I chuckled, heading inside my apartment.

#karlach #karlach x reader #baldur's gate 3 #bg3

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milawritesstuff · 1 year

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Back To December (Pedri’s Version)

A/N: The much anticipated fourth part is here! I hope you guys like it. You can find parts 1-3 here:

Babe (Pedri’s Version)

I Almost Do (Pedri’s Version)

Girl At Home (Pedri’s Version)

•••

Pedri's POV

-Vamos Pedri, just for a bit.- Said Gavi as I put on my shirt. Gavi next to me in the locker room putting on his clothes after practice.

-I don't really want to go out.- I said sitting down and putting on my shoes. Gavi rolled his eyes and sat next to me.

-There's a small cafe I found a few weeks ago. You'll love the food.-

I looked over at him and shook my head. I knew it was impossible to say no to him. He would start to whine and complain like a small child until you gave in to whatever it was he was asking from you. I also knew it was his way of trying to take care of me since I had secluded myself for the past few months.

-Vale.- I said agreeing.

We drove to a cafe on the other side of town. We ordered small appetizers and sat back waiting for them to be ready. I missed coming out with my friends but the past few months my routine had been practice and going back home. It was almost as if I was punishing myself for the last time I went out. Trying to undo my mistakes, an impossible task.

They called out our order and Gavi stood up grabbing the plates from the counter. He put the food in between the two of us.

-This one is really good.- He said pointing to a plate of meat. I reached my hand out to grab a small piece when I heard it. The laugh that would forever be engraved in my brain. I looked up and my heart began to race. The food in my hand dropping back to the plate as I looked down trying to cover the side of my face with my hand.

-Don't look.- I said to Gavi who had just put food in his mouth. His back to her.

-What am I not looking at?- He asked.

-It's her Gavi, its Y/N.-

Her brown hair now longer than before, swinging as she walked in her arm interlocked with his. A light blue dress perfectly hugging her curves. The two walked towards a table at the entrance of the cafe and sat down. They continued to talk while she laughed.

Gavi couldn't resist and as soon as I said her name he turned around.

-Joder, Gavi. What did I just tell you?- I whispered causing him to turn back to face me and say sorry with his facial expressions.

I looked up again and my heart dropped as I saw her and the dark haired guy sitting so close to each other. I felt the need to cry build up but I just looked at the table. The perfect fuck you that the universe could send me, to see her here happy and with someone else while I couldn't move on. Gavi sat there in silence but somehow knowing exactly what was going on in my mind.

-It doesn't mean she's with him, you know.- He said. I shrugged my shoulders. I sat there thinking how I knew nothing about who she was now. Months had passed since she was mine and I knew everything, her routine, how she liked things, who she knew, how she tasted. Now someone sitting next to her who I had never met in my life, the blue dress she was wearing I had never seen on her before. Even the way she wore her hair now was different. But one thing I knew, that smile on her face wasn't genuine, it wasn't the type of smiles I used to bring to her face.

-She's not with me Pablo, so it doesn't really matter if she's with him or not.- I said as I grabbed a plate of food and began to eat. My eyes fixated on the food in front of me, a knot in my throat making it difficult to swallow anything.

Gavi sat there looking at me almost disappointingly. His plan to bring me out and change up my routine had resulted in this. We both ate quietly.

-Do you want to head out?- He asked as he took the last bite of his food. I nodded and took out my wallet to leave the money for the food.

-Let me just use the restroom first.- Said Gavi as he stood up and walked to the back of the cafe.

I sat there in clear view of Y/N trying to keep my face down so she wouldn't see me if she looked my way. I decided to move over to where Gavi was sitting so my back would be to her while I tried to think about how Gavi and I would walk out of the cafe without them seeing us. I couldn't sit still and decided to message Gavi that I would wait for him outside. Hoping I could quickly walk out of there without her or her friend seeing me.

I hit send on the message and stood up and turned around when our bodies met. I stepped back almost as if touching her would break her. Her familiar scent overtaking me. We stood there in silence, my heart feeling as if it was going to explode out of my chest.

I tried to say something but I couldn't. Her eyes locked on my face, she began to play with her hands which I knew she would do when she got nervous.

Behind her I heard her friend yell, -Y/N, you were going to the restroom not to make friends.- He said. I looked over at him and then back at her. She looked down at the ground and then back up at me. She offered a small smile.

-He's ... he's my friend.- She said referring to the person she had walked into the cafe with.

I smiled. -Yeah?- Was all I could say, immediately regretting such a stupid response. After months of not seeing her and not being able to talk to her, after what I had done to her all I could say was yeah.

Before I could say anything else Gavi walked up to both of us. Her eyes diverting to him with a smile on her face. -Pablito, it's been so long.- She said as he took her in for a hug. I stood there trying with every bone in my body not to be jealous of my friend in that moment. He was able to just hug her and tell her how much he had missed her without feeling any sort of regret or blame for the situation.

Seconds later Y/N's friend walked towards us. -Joder tia.- He said with a smile. She turned around to look at him. -Jordi, this is Pedro and Pablo ... old friends.- She said. I stood there thinking how fucked up it was that now I was introduced as her old friend, everything we had been through meaning nothing anymore. But what was she supposed to say? My ex who cheated on me and his best friend? Both Gavi and I shook Jordi's hand and greeted him.

Jordi invited us to sit with them.

-We were just leaving.- I said quickly wanting whatever was happening to end as soon as possible.

-But come on Pedri, we don't have practice tomorrow. I'm sure we can stay for a few more minutes?- Said Gavi. I looked at him with eyes that could kill for doing this to me. That's when I was caught by surprise, I head Y/N's voice.

-A few minutes won't kill you.- She said.

I agreed and the three of us walked back to the table while Y/N went to the restroom. I'm sure asking herself why she had just said that.

-Y/N didn't tell me she had friends that were as gorgeous as the two of you.- Said Jordi which caused Gavi and I to chuckle. I felt a relief in my heart knowing that Y/N and Jordi were probably not together.

When she came back to the table she sat next to Jordi while Gavi and I sat across from them. Jordi and Gavi began to talk about the food while she and I just sat there in silence.

Finally I decided to talk. -It's hot out.- I said immediately kicking myself in the head for deciding to talk about the weather. She looked up at me and smirked. -The summer is almost here.-

-How have you been?- She said, not knowing really what to say.

-We won La Liga.- I mentioned with a smile wanting to tell her I wish she would have been there with me to celebrate.

-Did you?- She responded letting me know in a few words she had not been keeping up with my team or myself. Her guard was up and and who could blame her.

-I'm happy for the team.- She said.

Gavi and Jordi were talking most of the time, Y/N sometimes adding a little. I sat back and took her all in. Wishing I had realized what I had when she was mine. Realizing how much I missed her tan skin more than I thought I did. Her smile still making my heart skip a beat like when we were children. Knowing I would give everything in the world to go back to December and not do what I did. Wishing I could go back in time and change it, knowing I couldn't.

The four of us stepped out of the cafe. Gavi giving her a hug and telling her she missed her. Jordi shaking both of our hands as we said our goodbyes. I smiled at her and began to walk away without saying anything with Gavi behind me.

-Are you serious?- He said.

-What?-

-That's it?- He asked.

-What do you want me to do Gavi? Tell her that I'm sorry? That I miss her? That life without her is just me missing her?-

-Minimo.- At least. He said. I turned back and saw as her and Jordi walked in opposite direction. -Joder, go.- Said Gavi giving me the motivation that I needed, telling me with his actions that it wasn't all in my head, that the past half an hour we had spent with her had been difficult for her as well because there was still something there.

I ran towards where she was and yelled out her name while grabbing her arm and softly pulling her back. She looked back at me, her eyes filled with tears causing mine to do the same.

-Can I walk you home?- I said. She looked over at Jordi who offered a half smile and pushed her towards me.

-Vale.- She said agreeing. I let go of her arm and we began to walk next to each other. The warmth of her body next to mine being exactly what I needed even in this hot day.

We walked in silence. Me trying to muster up the courage to tell her everything I had wanted to for the past few months. Trying to swallow my pride.

We walked for a few blocks until we reached a small park. We walked in and sat on a bench which faced a teeter totter like the one she and I had played in countless of times as children. I took a deep breath and looked over at the girl who sat next to me.

-I'm sorry. I'm sorry for that night. I'm sorry for not realizing what I had.-

She looked at me now the tears falling from her eyes.

-I know you hate me but- she interrupted me.

-Don't you get it? For months I have tried to hate you and I can't. Pedri. I didn't respond to your messages because I wouldn't have been able to say no to you but you broke me. I couldn't risk it again. I can't get you out of my mind as much as I have tried. Eres el puto amor de mi vida.- She said.

Hearing her tell me I was the love of her life should have made me happy but it didn't. It made me feel worse knowing she had given all of herself to me and I had taken it for granted. She gave me all of her love and all I gave her was a goodbye.

-I wish I could go back to December. Change everything about that night. Make it all right.- I said.

-But you can't.- She responded in between tears.

I grabbed her hands, a sense of peace filling me knowing she was so close to me, that she didn't pull herself away from me.

-Please, let me make it better. I can't sleep, I stay up all night thinking about what I should have done differently. Fighting every bone in my body not to go out and look for you. Resisting the urge to message you. I'm sorry. Te amo.-

She sat there in silence.

-Please, I swear I'll love you right this time.-

She didn't say anything. Instead I felt her lips press against mine. The sweet taste of her lips in between the salty taste of both of our tears. Her hands on my jaw as my tongue parted her lips allowing me to go inside. Her lips as soft as I remembered. I felt my chest fill with the familiar warmness that I had been missing since December when she left. Her hand traveling down to my neck as my hands cupped her face. Us kissing felt like the silence around us exploded. My heart racing at the thought that she did more than not stop me, she kissed me back.

I wanted to pull away and tell her how I was feeling, continue pleading to her. But I couldn't. I didn't want this kiss to ever end. I had months to make up for not having her by my side. I continued to kiss her hoping that my kisses would show her what I desperately wanted her to know.

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tw-inkl-e-tit-s · 1 year

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✩ -Flustered- ✩

Pairing: Miguel Cazarez Mora x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3.9k

Type: Fluff

Warnings: None other than some cussing if you squint!

Maddy is pink in text and Y/n is purple in text!

| Miguel Cazarez Mora Masterlist

꒰ Miguel's Pov ꒱

I stared at the photo on my phone screen, She was so beautiful an angel even.

She was so breathtaking, She had me so flustered and I haven't ever met her.

"Are you stalking y/n's Instagram again?" Maddy asked sitting down beside me, I quickly clicked out of Instagram and turned my phone off,

"What no!" I said playing dumb,

She rolled her eyes sighing, "Why don't you just DM her?" She asked,

"Are serious? DM THE y/n y/l/n?" I asked raising an eyebrow,

"Haha no! She would laugh her ass off- She would probably post it on her Instagram story like Noah Schnapp posted doja cat's DM!" I said throwing my head back,

"No, she wouldn't!" She said rolling her eyes,

"Oh, really how would you know?" I asked looking over at her,

"She just doesn't seem like that type of person," She shrugged smiling.

I was debating on messaging y/n, but the chances of her seeing my DM out of a thousand more are extremely low, I think I'm just gonna have to admire her over the screen and live in my own fantasy world.

"I could do it for you!" Maddy said, I raised my eyebrow looking back at her.

"Do what?" I asked, "I could DM y/n on your phone since you are too chicken," She laughed

"Come on kids we need to go!" I sighed as Maddy and I got up to walk to the limo outside.

"I'll think about it Mads," I said, she nodded as we got in the limo.

꒰ Y/n's Pov ꒱

"Alright, all done!" My Makeup artist Tami said as she closed the lip gloss.

I looked in the mirror and smiled at my reflection, I had just gotten my hair done as well and I was already in my outfit.

My bestfriend Maddy had invited me to a movie premiere, She was recently in a movie called the black phone.

I of course said yes to going, She is my bestfriend after all, Plus she said she needed to tell me something when I got there.

"Are you ready?" Tami said as I stood up out of the seat,

"Kind of, I'm just nervous." I said playing with my rings, "Awh why honey?" She asked laying a hand on my shoulder.

I was excited to go don't get me wrong I loved supporting my bestfriend in anything she did, but there was a certain someone that was gonna be there tonight, Miguel Cazarez Mora.

"Well, I kind of have a crush on Miguel, But he doesn't know me- And what if I stutter when I speak to him or-"

"You will be fine y/n, if there is one thing I know about you it's how confident you are, I've seen boys flirt with you before and you just end up making them all soft, you make them boy's fall like dominos." She said packing up all her makeup.

I guess she was right, I just need to be confident and not make a complete fool out of myself.

"Let's go y/n everyone is on the way there." My bodyguard said as he walked into the room, I nodded my head got up and walked outside to the limo.

"You got this y/n, remember who you are," I whispered to myself as the limo drove off.

꒰ Maddy's Pov ꒱

We had finally arrived at the premiere and I couldn't find y/n anywhere, I just decided to text her.

......

Prettiest girl💕

Hey, where are you?

I just got to the premier

Why what's up?

Come to the green room everyone is back here!

KK getting mobbed lol

see you in a min 😽

😽😽

.....

"Bro shut the fuck up that's why you can't pull no bitches." Mason yelled as he and Miguel walked through the door, Brady and Tristan following in after them laughing.

"What do you mean I got tons of bitches on my d-" I quickly cut Miguel off by Calling out for Mason to come over.

"Mason Come here!" He walked over saying a quick bye to the boys,

"What's up?" He said standing in front of me, "Okay, So you know how Miguel has a fat crush on Y/n Y/l/n right?" I said, and he rolled his eyes.

"Do I know? He never shuts up about her!" He said causing both of us to laugh,

"Well she's my friend and I kind of invited her without telling Miguel-"

His eyes widened as his jaw dropped, "YOU WHAT!?" He yelled, I quickly put my hand over his mouth, I looked over at Miguel who was looking at me and Mason With a confused look, I sent him a quick smile before looking back at Mason.

"Could you shut up! You're goin' to ruin the surprise idiot!" I said rolling my eyes

He put both of his hands up in surrender, "My bad- My bad," He laughed,

"So how are you going to surprise him?" He asked, "I'm just gonna try to get him close as possible and then I'm going to point her out," I said smiling at my plan.

"That sounds like a shit plan," I gasped, He laughed and patted me on the back.

"I think that you should tell her that Miguel has a crush on her and then she walks up and kisses him out of nowhere," He said smiling, I rolled my eyes at his stupidity.

"You that's an even worse plan, right? Consent still exists, I like my plan better." I said shrugging my shoulders, our conversation was interrupted by Miguel walking over.

"Hey, Maddy hows is it going!?" He smiled leaning in for a hug, I hugged him back,

"We were just talking about- Uhh- How Maddy won her soccer game!!" Mason said scratching the back of his neck, He gave Mason a weird look but didn't question his friend's weird behavior

"Congratulations Mads!" He said, We all heard gasps and people whispering,

Next thing I know Miguel's mouth and eyes were wide open, He was blushing like crazy and his breathing started to pick up, I gave him a weird look before turning around to see what's got my bestfriend so flustered.

I smiled as I watched y/n walk through the door, Thanking the guard that opened it for her, She stopped in the middle of the room looking around, Smiling and winking at some people that were staring at her, Her eyes landed on me and I quickly waved her over.

"Holy shit- Holy shit- Fuck- Do I look good she's coming over here," I laughed at Miguel's panicking state, He was so red, it was so cute to see him all worked up over just looking at y/n.

"Dude chill, You look red as shit, You could identify as a tomato right now," Mason said, Laughing as Miguel rolled his eyes, "She's just breathtaking," He said, staring at y/n as she got closer to our group, His hands began shaking, Jesuse christ this man is whipped already.

She slowly walked up to me smiling, "Hi Maddy, It's so good to see you," She said hugging me, I smiled and looked at Miguel who was staring at y/n with wide eyes, Mason hit his shoulder, "OW!" He yelled, rubbing his shoulder where Mason hit him, Mason just rolled his eyes laughing at the flustered boy.

꒰ Y/n's Pov ꒱

"Hi Maddy, It's so good to see you," I said giving her a big hug, I haven't seen her in person for two years, But we obviously kept in contact over the phone, "OW!" I looked over to see Miguel rubbing his shoulder as Mason laughed, I smiled as he looked up at me.

"Hi, I'm y/n," I said raising my hand for him to shake, He gulped before shaking my hand, I could tell how nervous he was, "I'm M-Miguel, It's very nice to meet y-you," He stuttered, keeping intense eye contact, He pulled his hand away smiling, "U-Uh h-how do you know Maddy?" He asked looking up at me, a slight blush on his cheeks.

"Real smooth dawg," Mason whispered, Miguel sent him a glare,

"I went to my little sister's soccer game, I was sitting down and Maddy came up to me and started fan Girling," I explained laughing at the memory,

"I was shocked to see you there," Maddy said laughing along,

"I heard that you're filming a new movie, Hows that going?" Mason asked,

I in fact was filming a new movie,

Scream VI, I played as Tara Carpenter and Sam Carpenter's little sister, Alana Carpenter.

"It's going good, I defiantly can't wait for it to come out next year!" I Said smiling.

"You're an amazing actor," Miguel said out of nowhere, Mason and Maddy busted out laughing, While I just starred at Miguel and smiled, He nervously looked away, licking his lips,

"Thank you, I liked your character, Robin Arellano, he was pretty badass," I said smiling, He laughed, looking at me.

A boy with blonde hair came up to us, patting Miguel on the back,

"Are you guys coming, We're going to watch the movie," He said, His eyes cut over to me and he gasped,

"NO FUCKING WAY BRO!" He yelled,

I smiled saying hi,

"I'm Brady- It's so nice to meet you oh my god- you're so pretty," He shook my hand, and We left to go watch the movie.

I sat between Maddy and Miguel.

Me and Maddy were sharing a bucket of popcorn before Mason stole it away.

I sighed as I looked up at the screen, Miguel and Mason's part came up, The bathroom scene.

I felt eyes on me, I looked over to see Miguel staring at me, He quickly looked back to the screen, It was completely dark but I could see the red tint on his cheeks.

"Pst" I heard,

I looked over to see Maddy,

"Miguel has a huge crush on you, Just so you know," She whispered in my ear giggling,

I smiled and nodded my head, "Really! I couldn't tell?" I thought, Laughing to myself,

Miguel looked over at me as we locked eyes, "What's so funny?" He asked smiling,

"Just something Maddy told me," I said looking at the screen,

His eyes widened as he straightened his posture, "What did she tell you?" He asked,

"Nothing important."

He looked back at the screen.

꒰ Miguel's Pov ꒱

Shit, what did Maddy tell y/n, she said she would DM y/n for me,

Would she tell her that I like her here, I fucking hope not- But I kinda hope she did at the same time so I don't embarrass myself,

Fuck I'm shitting bricks right now.

I'm still trying to process the fact she was sitting right beside me!

God do I want to kiss her so fucking bad, But I couldn't, I just had to stare at her like a creep.

꒰ Time Skip ꒱

Everybody had just finished watching the movie and went to go take some group photos.

"I'm starving," Mason whined, placing is hand on his stomach,

"Your hungry? I could eat whole human right now," Maddy said,

"Ah hell Nah!" Y/n said as she moved to hide behind Miguel, everyone Laughed, Miguel blushed.

"Do you guys want to go to McDonald's?" Tristan asked, opening the car door for everyone,

"I would kill for some chicken nuggets right now," y/n laughed as she and everyone else sat in the limo.

"Same," Brady said, everybody agreed on McDonald's.

"We are so bougie rolling up to McDonald's in fancy clothes and a damn limo," Tristan laughed.

"Oh well I want my damn chicken nuggets," Maddy said causing everyone to laugh,

When the group got to McDonald's they ordered and sat down, getting weird looks from everybody in there.

"Hey, I have to ask you something," Miguel said, walking up to y/n,

"What is it," she asked, patting the seat beside her, he sat down and smiled at her.

"Um… I don't know how to say this," he nervously laughed, she just smiled and grabbed his hands, keeping eye contact, "You can tell me," she said.

Miguel took a deep breath trying to brace himself for rejection.

He basically shitting himself at this point, he knew he would never get this moment alone with her again, So why not shoot his shot, if she did reject it would be super embarrassing but at least he could say he tried.

"I… I really like you, Y/n… I think you are absolutely gorgeous and I think that you are perfect, I would like to take you out on a date sometime, if that's ok with you- I understand if you don't feel the same-"

Miguel was quickly cut off by a pair of warm plush lips on his, his eyes widened in panic but hurried to relax as he saw it was y/n.

When they pulled away Miguel was a blushing, Flustered mess.

He was smiling like an idiot, but who wouldn't be if they had just kissed Y/n l/n, he was definitely losing it when he got home.

"I like you too Miguel, I would love to go out with you," Y/n smiled, pulling him in by his shirt for another long kiss.

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nostalgicfun · 5 months

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Love is stored in the food.

My dad always made a huge deal about my mom's cooking.

He would come to see us for the weekend and she'd make him lunch and dinner, he'd bang his fist on the table, he'd make comical MMMMMMs like he was in a commercial (albeit a very corny one), and declare that he was taking home the leftovers so nobody could have seconds (which was, of course, a joke, and he'd actually encourage everyone to eat more).

As I was growing up, if I didn't like something we were having for dinner, he'd tell me "Did I ever tell you what I ate in the Gulf War?" or "Did I ever tell you I carried one spoon for six months in my sock?" and, in a nice, fun, dad-like way, tell me I should appreciate my mom's cooking.

One of the last times I saw him, I made a joke that I could make him spaghetti, but it wouldn't be as good as my mom's because I didn't have the practice.

He told me that of course it would be just as good, because he loves me, and therefore he loves my cooking, and he would take all the leftovers home and eat all of it even if I made him weeks and weeks of spaghetti and it all turned green.

I believe him.

I got older and got my own place, and began cooking for roommates and friends and coworkers and significant others. I wasn't a very good cook because I didn't have any experience at all outside of boxed macaroni and spaghetti since my mom didn't allow me to cook—which is another story of its own.

So yes, I started cooking and baking, and no, I wasn't good at it. Many of my meals were (and, let's be real, still are) "flops." I'm notorious for burning—incinerating, truthfully—things, overcooking things, adding too much or too little seasoning, yada yada. That doesn't stop me from loving cooking and baking, though.

But there's a problem, and there has always been a problem since I started using a kitchen of my own, that what I make goes to waste. Entire cakes sit in their cake-keeper until they mold. Leftovers of dishes I made for other people turn to liquid in their containers. Brownies turn to gray rocks, spaghetti turns so green not even my dad would have touched it.

Shortly after I got my first apartment, I lamented this to my father, who was by then living overseas. I told him that I had, like my mother, love to bake, but no one to feed it to. Even with roommates, it rotted. I couldn't eat two dozen cupcakes myself.

I received a phone call a few hours later.

It was from my dad's best friend.

He drove an hour for cupcakes. I'd never seen him smile so broadly as he did when I went running out to his truck with a big container of cupcakes in my hands. They were pudding-filled, I told him, something I'd never tried before. Yellow cupcakes with chocolate frosting and vanilla pudding. Boston cream cupcakes.

My dad's friend came back once a week until he moved a short time later. He posted pictures of my "delicacies" on Facebook. I made him cheesecakes, cupcakes, quick breads, muffins.

And of course, spaghetti.

And he told me about the spoons he and my dad carried in the Gulf War.

Years went by and I got better at cooking, but there was still something wrong. My food—homemade food—wasn't eaten unless I put it right in front of a person and basically said "eat." If I set my food out at a work potluck and left the room it would go untouched. My family scoffed (and still scoffs!) at anything I make for them for reasons unknown to even me. My friends and roommates ate what I put in front of them, but left overs never got eaten of their own volition, cookies continued to mold in their tins.

I stopped baking.

Later when my dad returned to the country for a funeral, he went straight to my mom's house. She made him coffee and cheesecake and spaghetti, and he raved and raved and raved about all of it just like he used to.

We stood outside that night while I let the dogs run around.

"She makes terrible coffee," he told me unprompted. "Bitter. But she always had it ready for me. I never asked for that. She just started doing it one day while I was getting ready for work. I'd never had that before. It was the sweetest thing ever, back then."

Her cheesecake was too sweet for him sometimes, too. And she made her chili, one of his favorite dishes right up there with spaghetti, too spicy for his liking.

But she was cooking for him. She was doing this for him. And his reactions made her so happy. My mom loves when people enjoy her food, everyone who's ever met her knows this. "Even when she made absolutely rancid stuff, which she does sometimes," he said, "she's doing it because she loves us. And we love her, too. So I drink the coffee."

I took up my dad's mantle of "theatrics" at the dinner table for my mom. She smiles the same every time.

I've become a much, much better cook as I've gotten older.

I've also, with age, learned the difference between selfish love and unselfish love, and how you can so easily tell this difference when you make someone food. Empty compliments made in hopes it'll win the compliment-giver brownie points (pun not intended but appreciated). Say it's good, but the leftovers are molding in the fridge and the muffins are untouched in the break room, still. My family who side-eyes my dinner contributions with thinly-veiled distaste.

I started making friends recently. New friends from new places, friends who aren't anything like me.

I joined a writing club, too.

On a whim, I baked cupcakes for our meeting.

When the meeting was over, arguments ensued over who got to take the cupcakes home. I handed out paper plates and cling wrap. Everyone left smiling. Everyone left with a cupcake (or two) in their hands. Each time we meet, now, they ask me when I'm next bringing cupcakes.

A coworker came to sit in my office the other day. She's new here. She lamented not having a Red Lobster in the area, that she craved their biscuits because she and her mom used to go get Red Lobster on Thursday nights.

I went home and made her Cheddar Bay biscuits. We sat in the break room eating them and laughing and making up stories about people we saw from the window below. When lunch was over, she took her biscuits home in an ice cream box we found in the freezer.

I started dating a new guy last year. My dad introduced us on his most recent visit. I was smitten. He was smitten. We did the silly little activities kind-of-young people do while dating: walks in the park, going out for ice cream, watching a movie, attending a trivia night.

I don't remember now how it was relevant to the conversation at the time, but at one point it was mentioned that neither his mother nor his father nor his step-mom ever cooked. The whole family always ate out. At home they'd have chicken tenders and Hungry Man dinners.

The next week, I invited him over for dinner. I was nervous, super nervous. I was so scared it would go the way it always goes, with no comments at all other than "thanks it was good," which almost always means, in the experiences I've had, "that was mediocre but nice of you I guess."

I made him a big rack of ribs. I called my mom to make sure I was doing it right, like, three times.

When I put the ribs down in front of him, he was smiling a familiar smile. A "did I ever tell you about the spoon I carried" smile.

He took one bite.

He set down his fork.

He got out his phone and video called his dad to show him the dinner.

I haven't stopped cooking for him since.

When he has to leave after a weekend together, he goes to my fridge and rummages through the leftovers not unlike a racoon and asks "can I have this?" "are you going to eat this?" "can I take some of this home?"

He always leaves with a Walmart bag full of little Tupperware containers, and hot coffee made without asking.

And when my dinners are "flops," when they come out burnt or too salty or not salty enough, he doesn't lie or give me beloathed empty compliments.

"The worst dinner from you is still better than the best dinner from Door Dash."

I bake him cakes. He sends me snapchats of him eating them. I make him muffins, and he takes them to work in a lunch box and taunts his coworkers with them. He arrives to my place in the wee hours of the morning and asks "what did you make for dinner tonight, is there any left, and how fast can I microwave it?" We go to a social potluck at the place where we met and he points to the banquet table and says "look, that guy's getting some of your meatballs. I bet they're almost all gone." A friend's wife puts one of my cookies on her plate. He points at something behind her that isn't there at all and steals the cookie off of her plate. He smiles at me.

Love is stored in the food.

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lost-walmartbag · 1 year

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Kyle Broflozski X Reader pt 5

Warning: swearing, sexual content

Background: Once you get back to your dorm you and Kyle have a nice night and an even better morning.

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'Good Morning'

You smile leading Kyle inside your dorm. You take your shoes off and he does the same. You lead him to your bed and lay down next to him.

"It is so comfortable here," Kyle says holding you close.

"I like your bed way more,'' You mumble scooting closer to him and pushing your chest against his.

You kiss him softly as he pulls you in and kisses back. He strokes your back and pulls away. You smile and sigh.

"What's wrong honey?" He asks kissing your neck softly.

"I hope you know this isn't going any further." You say with a sigh. "But please don't stop that feels amazing."

Kyle chuckles and kisses your neck focusing on one spot. You let out a soft moan making your face turn red.

"Hmm, sounds like you're enjoying yourself," Kyle says with a smirk and starts lightly biting your neck.

"I'm really enjoying this." You say with a soft moan.

Kyle pulls away and runs his fingers on the marks he left. "Can't wait to mark the rest of you like this." He mumbles

"Kyle I.." You start but he cuts you off with a short kiss.

"I know we're taking things slow but you're ok with everything I've done so far right?" Kyle asks running his hand along your side.

"More than ok." You hum as he pulls you in closer. "I really appreciate that you respect my boundaries."

"Don't appreciate me for the bare minimum baby." He says going back to your neck kissing softly.

"You make me question the going slow thing when you talk like that." You joke letting out a laugh.

"I wouldn't be opposed to that." Kyle chuckles pulling back and kissing your forehead.

"Hmm is there anything I can do for you?" You ask looking up at him innocently.

Kyle bites his lip. The look you gave him drove him crazy but he couldn't bring himself to act on it knowing how slowly you wanted to go.

"N-no baby I'm happy just being here with you," Kyle says holding you close.

You smile and cuddle close. "Wanna watch a movie? Are you hungry? I can do anything you like to keep you comfortable."

Kyle smiles and kisses the top of your head. "I'm ok can I just stay like this with you for a bit?"

"Of course." You say closing your eyes and drifting to sleep slowly.

Kyle smiles and falls asleep with you. The next morning you woke up and watched as Kyle slept. You kiss his lips softly waking him up. He hums and smiles.

"Good morning." He says kissing you again.

"Mmm, good morning." You say and suddenly feel something touching your thigh. You lift up the blanket about to look inside but Kyle pushes down the blanket and blushes.

"Oh is there something I shouldn't see?" You ask with a smirk moving your hand closer to his pants.

"S-sorry I know you want to take it slow.." He mumbles.

"Hmm, I can take it pretty slow." You say moving your hand inside his pants making him let out a small gasp.

"Y-you sure?" He asks as you pull down his pants and boxers.

His cock springs out and you slowly start stroking his cock. "Very."

Kyle bites his lip holding in his moans as you go under the blanket and bring his cock to your mouth. You slowly bob your head and hum softly sending vibrations through his body.

Kyle tries to hold in all his moans but ends up letting out a quiet whimper. You hum more and bob your head faster. Kyle grips the blanket and covers his mouth with his other hand.

You move your head quicker until he cums into your mouth making you pull away. You move back up and see Kyle a blushing drooling mess. You smile and lick your lips.

"I-I thought we were going slow," Kyle says in between breaths.

"Couldn't help myself." You say and he kisses you softly.

You kiss back and when you pull back you look over seeing Heidi sleeping peacefully in her bed. Your eyes widen and you look over at Kyle.

"Fuck I forgot about Heidi." You whisper.

"Is she awake?" He whispers back.

You look closely and see that she is deep in sleep. "No, I think we're good."

"Then is it ok if I return the favor?" Kyle asks moving behind you and holding you close as he runs his hand down your stomach.

You watch Heidi closely making sure she stays asleep. Kyle waits for your response kissing your neck softly.

"P-please continue." You whisper helping him take off your pants leaving you in your underwear.

He smiles and moves his hand inside your underwear rubbing your clit slowly. You let out a soft moan but bite your lip to keep them inside. Kyle sucks on your neck and rubs your clit faster making you cover your mouth as he continues then moves his hand down to start fingering you.

"This ok baby?" He whispers in your ear in a deep voice.

You let out a soft whimper and nod. He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you until you cum onto his fingers. Kyle removes his fingers and licks them clean.

"That was amazing." You say turning back and kissing his lips softly.

"Then it does not need to end here." He says kissing you back and raising your leg and moving your underwear to the side.

You look over seeing Heidi is still asleep. You look back up at Kyle and nod.

"Please." You whisper.

He smirks and presses his cock against your cunt and slowly pushes himself in. You bite your lip and Kyle moves his hand up to your mouth.

You let out a moan that was mostly muffled by his hand. He starts thrusting into you roughly he buries his face into your neck and continues to thrust.

"You feel amazing~" Kyle moans quietly.

Your eyes roll back as he continues to thrust into you. You hold onto the arm that was covering your mouth and let out your moans.

He continues and using his other hand to rub your clit as he keeps going. You hold on tighter as you cum onto his cock. Kyle pulls out and pulls away from your neck.

"You didn't finish." You say breathing heavily.

"That was more than enough baby you can definitely make it up to me some other time." He whispers to you kissing your lips softly.

"Definitely." You mumble pulling up your pants.

Kyle puts on his clothes and kisses you softly. "I should head out, but be ready tomorrow because I'm taking you out on a date."

You smile and nod and watch as he leaves. You lay back down in your bed and let out a sigh. A wave of exhaustion hits you and you fall asleep.

A/N: Hey guys like I said before I am not back to posting as regularly as I once did but I wanted to put this out for yall and please send me headcanons you may have, opinions, suggestions, anything I respond to everything literally seconds after you send it. I love when you guys engage with my content and even if you message me I will respond and talk to you like we have been besties for years so please do not be scared to message me or comment. But anyways as always, I love you guys sm 🩷🩷🩷🩷

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