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𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅'𝒔 𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 (10)

Best Friend's Mother Masterlist

Chapter: Ten

Milf!Park Seonghwa X gn!reader

Summary: Christmas has finally come. But with it, the end of Winter Break, and feelings that both you and Seonghwa are still too scared to confront.

WC: 6.3k

CW: Fluff, angst, suggestive but it cuts off

AN: I'm so sorry this took so long. I don't have much to say, other than this is more angsty than I planned, but I think it makes for a better story. I hope it's a good part one finale for you all, and you enjoy, as always. 💜

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It was December 24th, and you were awake way earlier than you wanted to be, standing in a jewelry store, looking through the glass of the display case at the many expensive, gorgeous, necklaces. 

But tomorrow was Christmas, and you needed a gift for Seonghwa, so sacrifices had to be made. 

You’d already figured out a gift for Wooyoung ages ago, you had it wrapped and ready in your guest room at the house. 

Now you were here, looking for a gift for his mother. 

You often had moments where you still couldn’t believe the life you were currently living. 

“Do you need help?” You snapped your head up to find the person who spoke to you, and your eyes found a sweet older woman, smiling at you from behind her glasses. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, dear.” 

“No, it’s alright,” you said back, offering back a half smile as you tried to collect yourself. “I’m just looking for a last minute gift. 

“Oh, well, what exactly are you looking for?” The older woman came closer, looking over the necklaces in the case as you were. 

At that moment, you realized that you really didn’t know what to look for. 

You had a good sense of Seonghwa’s style by now, but in terms of jewelry, you were a little stumped. In the month you’d been there, the three of you hadn’t really gone out, so none of you really “dressed up.” 

But of the things you did see, you weren’t sure what he preferred. He usually wore chains, something elegant to go with his already sophisticated outfits. 

But at the same time, you didn’t want a generic, expensive diamond necklace on a silver chain. Most necklaces looked like that, just a pretty pendant on a cheap, boring chain. 

Of course, they had their own charm, and you had a few necklaces like that yourself. But you wanted to find him something special, something as unique as he was. 

You were wishing you’d asked Wooyoung what Seonghwa would wear, but even you knew about Wooyoung’s inability to shut the fuck up. So if you did ask, you ran the risk of spoiling the surprise. 

“I don’t really know,” you mumbled, putting your hands into the pocket of your hoodie. 

“Well, maybe I can help you,” the older woman offered, giving you another sweet smile. You had to admit, in the back of your mind, you were doubtful. But you’d accept any help you could at that moment. 

You nodded, and the older woman nodded back. “So, who is it for?” 

You hesitated, even if this was the expected first question. Considering the previous day’s events, you were even more hesitant to even breathe a word of your infatuation with Seonghwa to anyone. 

So you spit out some half formed excuse that you hoped sounded believable. “For someone I’ve been seeing.” 

The older woman’s eyes lit up like stars as a big smile spread across her face. You couldn’t help but smile with her. 

“Isn’t that precious?” She looked at the display cases again before she looked back at you. “What are they like? What do they like to wear?” 

Like magic, there he was in your mind. Seonghwa, in his gorgeous dresses and outfits. Walking like a queen with the way he held himself. His gorgeous smile that lit up the world, and his bright doe eyes. 

He was everything. He was wonderful. 

“He’s very mature,” you began, not picking up on the fact that “he” was the pronoun that came out. “He dresses expensively. He’s a type that likes the finer things in life.” 

“You’re looking for something a little more expensive?” The woman teased with a little grin, but you nodded in agreement. You did have a budget, as your student loan money that you were using couldn’t all go to a Christmas present. 

But for Seonghwa, you’d do it. 

“Come with me.” The older woman began walking around to a different display case, and the necklaces here were far more ornate and expensive than the ones you were looking at. Your heart stopped when you saw the price tag on one of them.

One of these necklaces could easily pay for at least half a year of your tuition. That was intimidating, to say the very least. 

The older woman must’ve saw the color drain from your face, because she quickly leaned on the counter and spoke to you softly: “This is where I tell people to look for the piece they want, and then we usually find something more affordable that’s close to what they want.” 

Your entire body sagged with relief. 

So there you went, looking over the necklaces they had. These ones weren’t just jewels on a chain, they were much more detailed than that, more intricate. There was more color in them, more styles overall. 

As you were weighing your options, you were imagining Seonghwa in your mind, picturing how he’d look with each of them, what he’d wear with them, how it would look against his honey skin. 

A few times, you got a little too wrapped up in your fantasies and had to pull yourself back. 

You repeated the process until your eyes landed on the one. The one you could perfectly see Seonghwa wearing. 

It was a choker with a large red stone in the center, with many others around it. There were a few diamonds around it as well, but they were quite small. 

It could’ve been a crown. 

“This one?” The older woman asked, knocking you out of your thoughts and back to reality. You shook yourself and nodded, smiling. “It’s quite expensive, are you sure?” 

You looked at the price tag, and the necklace would definitely drain your bank account. 

But you wanted it. You wanted him to have it. 

“Yes,” you said, nodding. “I want that one.” 

The older woman hesitated for a moment, but then she nodded as well, and went to wrap up the choker. You watched as she took it and put it into a silk lined velvet box, laying it out carefully, as if she could feel the price of every gemstone. 

You followed her around the counter to where she was going to ring it up, trying your best to not be impatient. But the older woman couldn’t help but smile at your fidgeting and shifting around. 

Just thinking about Seonghwa wearing it, how pretty the red would look against his skin, the chains around his pretty neck-

“Please insert your card, dear,” the older woman called, still smiling brightly. 

You babbled out a “sorry” as you fumbled for your card to pay for the choker. The old woman was still smiling as you went through with the payment. 

And yes, the choker was incredibly expensive. No, it didn’t count as a student expense. 

But it was worth it for Seonghwa. 

The older woman pushed the bag across the counter to you. “There you go.” She flashed that sweet, warm smile at you again as you carefully lifted the bag off the counter. “I’m sure he’ll love it.” 

At that moment, you looked into her eyes. You looked for any deceit. Any lies. Any possible malice or potential push back. 

But there was nothing. Just light and joy. 

You smiled back and nodded as relief washed over you. “I think so too.” 

You placed the bag underneath the Christmas tree, hiding it behind the present you got Wooyoung. Thankfully, the both of them were still asleep when you arrived back at the house. 

A stark contrast to the night before, the house was quiet, and empty. No people, no music, nothing. Just a house, full of decorations. 

But now, you were fortunate for everyone to be asleep so you could tuck your very expensive, very special present behind the others. 

But since the moment you left the store, you were having doubts. You just spent a lot of money on Seonghwa. You bought him something very special, something most people don’t gift to others unless they’ve known each other for quite some time. 

You hadn’t known Seonghwa for quite some time. In fact, most people would think you’re doing much more than you should so early on. Even you were thinking that. 

But you couldn’t deny the ache in your chest when you thought about Seonghwa. The goddamn ache, the feeling that could’ve dropped you to your knees if you weren’t careful. The ache you felt all over your body when you didn’t get the chance to even hold his hand, to hug him, to be with him. 

The crippling feeling when you thought about going back to campus and not seeing him for months. 

Maybe you were falling too soon and too hard. Maybe this wasn’t right. 

You moved to reach for the bag when you heard two doors open and close. As footsteps moved across the hardwood floor upstairs, you worked to get your jacket and shoes off as quickly and quietly as possible before the owners came downstairs. 

You closed the door to the coat closet as Yeosang and Jongho made their way down the stairs, wearing what looked like Wooyoung’s shirts and shorts, their hair messy and eyes half open. You gave them the best smile you could muster at that point, but tried to not over do it. 

“What are you doing up so early?” Jongho asked, his voice scratchy and low. Your eyes flicked up to the clock on the wall in the living room, above the TV, and it was just after seven. Would it be early if you were still on campus? No. 

But you weren’t on campus, so yes, it was early. 

But you realized you didn’t have an excuse as to why you were up so early. 

“Your guess is as good as mine,” you babbled, trying to sound as nonchalant as you could manage. To your relief, the two half awake men in front of you weren’t in the mood to interrogate you. 

“Us too,” Yeosang agreed, following Jongho into the kitchen. You did the same, getting glasses of water with them and sitting at the kitchen table. 

None of you said anything for a few moments. You three were enjoying the early morning silence, the peace, the few stray strands of sunlight peeking in through the windows and stretching across the floor. 

Eventually, Jongho broke the peaceful silence. “Do you think San and Wooyoung will be down before noon?” 

Yeosang pretended to think as he took another sip from his glass. He looked off, as if into the distance, like he was prophesying about the future. You couldn’t help but laugh. The sound made Yeosang smile. 

“No, I think they’ll be there until we go find them,” he concluded, finishing the rest of his water afterwards. You nodded in agreement, taking another sip from your glass. 

“I expected the same from you.” Jongho looked at you over the rim of his glass as he sipped his water. You looked down as your face began to burn. You didn’t have an answer to that, so you kept quiet. But you knew your friends wouldn’t let you off easy. 

Yeosang continued the conversation as he set his glass down in front of himself. “Yeah, it is a little weird that you’re awake so early, fully dressed, standing by the front door.” 

Both men were looking at you now as you stared down at the table, your face burning like the sun, the heat pulsing in waves. 

It’s not that you were worried that they’d spoil the surprise. You were more afraid of their opinions and judgements of the gift you got. You could handle the jokes and even fire back at them, and you welcomed the banter about the relationship you’d found yourself in. 

But you were already beginning to have second thoughts about the expensive present sitting across the house, tucked away under the tree, hidden away from sight because you were embarrassed. 

It was everything you were afraid of. Falling too hard too fast, committing to something larger than yourself, something you very well might not be ready for. 

“Hey,” Jongho called, waving his hand close to your face. “You kinda spaced there, you okay?” 

You blinked a few times, like you were rebooting yourself, and smiled as best you could. “Yeah, sorry, I’m good.” 

“Are you sure?” Yeosang countered. Their slightly amused faces turned to ones of concern, their eyebrows down. They weren’t sure what exactly was in your head, but they knew it wasn’t nothing, like you were about to tell them it was. 

And you knew they would push. But you didn’t want to vent all of your worries and fears and poor life choices at seven in the morning, especially when they didn’t know the full extent of the month’s events. 

Thankfully, you had your out, as Wooyoung came down the stairs with San close behind. They both looked like they’d skipped the waking up part of waking up, with fluttering mostly closed eyes and their hair the best example of a “rat’s nest.” 

Yeosang and Jongho looked up at them as they came into the kitchen, sliding their feet across the floor, hardly picking them up. 

“Good morning, sunshine,” you said cheerfully, trying to steer the conversation to the two zombie looking men that strode in. The two men at the table, to your relief, joined you in teasing the others. 

“The year hasn’t changed yet, just for reference,” Jongho threw out. Wooyoung rolled his eyes as he continued past the table to the cabinet to get himself and San a drink. 

San followed him, stopping when he did, wrapping his arms around Wooyoung’s waist from behind and laying his head on the younger’s shoulder. 

With the heat off you, you breathed a small sigh of relief. You knew this wouldn’t be the last of the conversation, but that would be a problem for future you to handle. 

Seonghwa didn’t wake up until an hour after San and Wooyoung had. That was to be expected, after all the party planning and hosting he’d done the day prior. Not to mention, the emotional distress was quite draining. 

Wooyoung helped him with breakfast, and you all ate with minimal conversation, of which you were grateful for. The less you spoke, the less chances you had to expose or incriminate yourself. 

The rest of the morning was mostly slow and quiet. You were all still recovering and resting from the previous day, and dreading the end of Winter Break as a whole. 

Classes started again in the second week of January, but you and Wooyoung had agreed to be back on campus by January 1st. 

If you weren’t counting Christmas Eve, the day you were thinking all of this, you had only one week left. Seven more days until you had to leave. 

It didn’t help that Seonghwa was being particularly clingy that day. He sat next to you at breakfast, he was holding your hand, he was giving you little kisses. 

He hugged you from behind as you were helping with the dishes, holding you tight while his body pressed into yours. 

He wordlessly demanded cuddles from you when everyone dispersed after breakfast. He pulled you onto the couch and held you tight, almost falling right back asleep when he did. 

You didn’t think, or really even wanted to, ask why Seonghwa was so attached to you that day. You told yourself it was because he was tired. Or maybe he realized you would be leaving in a week too.  

Whatever it was, you were conflicted. 

You couldn’t stop thinking as you laid in Seonghwa’s arms, your head on his chest. You wanted to relax into his warmth and safety and let the tension melt off your body. 

But you kept thinking of that goddamn choker. The choker you were so proud of finding, that you gladly spent so much money on, the choker that you knew would look amazing on him. 

It was stuck in your head because you didn’t know if you were actually going to give it to him or not. 

Maybe you’d just take it back to campus with you and save it for another time. Maybe you’d return it altogether. You’d just sit with Wooyoung as Seonghwa opened the Lego sets Wooyoung said you both could take credit for. 

Maybe that was the safer option. Maybe that was the less crazy option. 

But as you began to accept that conclusion and make peace with it, the ache was back. 

As you listened to Seonghwa’s steady heartbeat, feeling his hand run up and down your back, the ache returned with a burning passion. Your breathing grew labored, like the ache was genuinely squeezing your heart and forcing the air out of your lungs. 

Tears welled in your eyes as you imagined shoving the choker’s bag into your own and taking it back to campus with you. The ache spread to your arms and legs as you thought about never presenting the gift to him, and simply just watching him open the presents Wooyoung bought. 

Your whole body hurt. It felt like a pulsing, squeezing pain, and you couldn’t escape it. You couldn’t stop the tears from running down your face. 

You’d fallen in too deep. You fell too hard, too fast. 

Everything you’d been afraid of had happened exactly as you thought it would. 

By the time your friends left, the sky was already darkening again. As much as you all would’ve loved for them to stay, they had families to go home to as well. 

You wondered how long it would be before San and Wooyoung were consistently going to each other’s family events. Or even hosting their own. 

But it was hours since then, and you were sitting back on the couch with Seonghwa and Wooyoung. Seonghwa sat between the two of you, his arm around your shoulders, holding you tight against him, with Wooyoung sitting the same way. 

But Wooyoung was stretched across most of the couch and his arms were dramatically thrown around Seonghwa, like he was a figure in a painting you’d find in an old museum. 

You three had agreed to get snacks and drinks and watch Christmas movies until midnight, when you could open your gifts for each other. 

But the movies kept getting interrupted by Wooyoung being impatient, general commentary, and before you all knew it, you were all talking again with the movies long forgotten.

In a way, you preferred this. The more time you spent talking, the less time you had to think about the impending time of your decision. But as the clock ticked down, as midnight drew closer, your efforts were in vain. 

All you could think of was that goddamn choker. The repeated question of “will you, won’t you” flashing across your eyes like some kind of horror montage. 

You started to feel sick. Your stomach was churning, your head felt light. You were pretty sure you were beginning to turn green. All over a fucking choker. 

Midnight drew ever closer, and the dread in your stomach intensified and grew with every second that ticked by. Your eyes kept jumping back and forth, from the clock on the wall to the TV and back again. 

You nearly jumped out of your skin when Wooyoung sat up and yelled, “It’s Christmas!” 

Your hands were slightly shaking as Wooyoung got up from the couch and pulled you and Seonghwa along, dragging you across the room to kneel down by the Christmas tree. 

The warm lights of the tree that once brought you comfort now nearly made you vomit. 

You swallowed it back as you settled next to the tree on the hardwood floor, pushing the bag with the choker further back into the corner. Your wrapped your arm around your back in an effort to do so as subtly as possible. 

Seonghwa also came to sit on the floor in front of the tree between you and Wooyoung, but only after he’d gotten a trash bag to put the discarded wrapping paper in. Wooyoung happily shoved a box towards Seonghwa, a huge smile stretched across his face. 

“We got this one for you!” He dropped the present in Seonghwa’s lap as he reached over to grab the other boxes that had Seonghwa’s name on the tag. “And these ones too.” 

Seonghwa pouted, but then smiled warmly at his son. Oh, how ethereal he looked under the light of the Christmas tree, delicately highlighting his warm skin and putting sparkles in his eyes. 

You shook your head and came back to the present as Seonghwa began to tear the wrapping paper off the box in his lap. His smile grew bigger the more he revealed the box, and finally laughed in excitement. 

“Oh, nae sarang,” Seonghwa sighed, putting the wrapping paper in the trash bag. “This is so sweet of you, thank you.” 

Wooyoung was absolutely beaming, his smile outshining the tree beside him. His eyes flicked over to you, and you couldn’t help but share his smile. Seonghwa looked at you too, and your heart fluttered at the genuine gratitude in them. 

“Thank you too, jagiya.” 

You just nodded, your heart cracking a little. 

But you happily watched Seonghwa tear open the rest of the boxes. His eyes lit up every time, laughing in pure joy at the brand new expensive Lego sets. You nodded every time he said thank you, but guilt pulled at your heart knowing you didn’t actually contribute in any way. 

But Wooyoung didn’t seem to mind. He was just as happy seeing Seonghwa open the presents, as if he was the one receiving them instead of giving them out. 

You were truly the luckiest person to have Wooyoung. 

After Seonghwa had finished unwrapping the Lego boxes, he stacked them up and put them aside, and then pulled Wooyoung into a tight hug. 

“Thank you, nae sarang,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. 

“You’re welcome, Eomma,” Wooyoung whispered, squeezing Seonghwa tighter. 

Your heart cracked again. 

Wooyoung pulled away from Seonghwa and reached back under the tree for a bag. It looked fairly inconspicuous, just a regular white bag with white tissue paper sticking out the top. But in your experience with Wooyoung, quiet and boring was always suspicious. 

Seeing your hesitation, Wooyoung sighed and rolled his eyes. “It’s not a bomb, don’t look at it like that,” he whined. “Just open it.” 

“It’s a bag, it’s already open,” you teased, to which Wooyoung groaned and rolled his head back. Both you and Seonghwa let out a soft giggle. 

“Just open it, please!” 

With another giggle, you pulled the tissue paper aside and looked into the bag, seeing a bundle wrapped in more tissue paper. You carefully pulled it out and pulled the paper off to reveal the gift. 

“Wooyoung,” you breathed as you looked over the expensive outfit in your hands. The logo on the tag was what you saw first, your head shooting up to look at him in bewilderment. “What is this?” 

“Clothes, dummy,” he answered with his award winning smile again. “Now you don’t have to borrow my clothes for events.” 

You know his comment was a joke, but his words went straight to your heart. You hadn’t asked for this, Hell, you didn’t even think about buying it for yourself. 

But you finally had a nice outfit for events, or parties. 

Or maybe even future restaurant dates. 

“Thank you.” You carefully folded the clothes back up, as if they’d unravel in your hands, and laid them back in the bag. 

“You don’t have to thank me, it was a necessity.” 

You rolled your eyes, to which Wooyoung just smiled. You couldn’t stop yourself from doing the same. 

“Is it my turn now?” Seonghwa asked as you put the bag aside. Your eyes caught a glimpse of your own gift behind the tree again. 

“Sure,” you breathed, your lungs shrinking. Wooyoung eagerly reached under the tree and grabbed a box, wrapped in gold wrapping paper, with his name written on it in Hangul. 

He wasted no time in shredding the paper, almost reminiscent of a cat, and revealed a large, expensive laptop. Wooyoung just stared at it for a few moments with his jaw hanging open, his eyes the size of dinner plates. 

“Eomma,” he whispered, then looked up at Seonghwa. “When I said I wanted a new one, I wasn’t serious,” he started to explain, but Seonghwa held up his hand to stop him. 

“I don’t care, I wanted to get it for you. And I think college would be a little difficult with a broken laptop.” 

You held back a giggle remembering the moment Wooyoung dramatically wailed about how he accidentally knocked his previous laptop off a table and onto the linoleum floor of the classroom. 

Wooyoung just stared at Seonghwa for a few moments, like he was about to tell his son it was all a joke. But when Seonghwa just smiled at him, in the warm mom way, Wooyoung smiled too and hugged the box. 

“Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome, nae sarang.” 

Wooyoung set the box aside carefully, slowly setting it down beside him, making sure it would be safe before he turned to you and Seonghwa. 

You looked up at Seonghwa, and he smiled at you warmly before he reached over and squeezed your hand. “Your present comes later.” 

It took every ounce of strength to not burst into tears right then and there. You just mustered up the best smile you could and nodded. There was no teasing look in Seonghwa’s eyes, no allusion to more. Just his warm smile and bright eyes. 

“Eomma, I didn’t need to know that,” Wooyoung groaned dramatically, speaking loudly as he flung himself back to lay on the floor. You rolled your eyes as Seonghwa pulled his hand away and looked back at Wooyoung. 

“It’s not like that,” he began, but Wooyoung just whined again. 

“If you’re gonna be like that, then I won’t give you your present,” you added as you pulled out a large, black bag from under the tree, with black wrapping paper sticking out of it. 

Wooyoung shot up and looked at you, and then at the bag, then back again in confusion. His brows went down as he opened his mouth to question you, but you just slid the bag across the floor to him. 

“I’ve had them hidden for months,” you explained as wooyoung grabbed the bag.

“Them?”

“Yes, them, now go look!” 

Wooyoung looked at the bag again, this time with a look of concern instead of confusion, like something was about to jump out at him. He studied the still bag for a few more moments before he finally pulled out the tissue paper and looked inside. 

And he pulled out two small plushies: A black cat and a red fox. 

Wooyoung gasped as he pulled them out, then hugged them tightly. “You remembered!” He exclaimed as he looked at them again, turning them over and admiring all the little details. 

Months prior, Wooyoung wouldn’t stop talking about these plushies he wanted. He had a collection going, and he needed those two to complete it, but he never had a chance to get them. 

So one night, you did. You ordered them online and hid them in your dorm for months, waiting for the day you could’ve given it to Wooyoung. 

And here you were, on Christmas Day, finally seeing his eyes light up like stars as he looked at them both, hugging them like they were his children. 

The sight helped alleviate some of the tension in your chest. 

“Thank you,” he finally said to you as he looked up. You smiled, and this time, it was genuine. 

“You’re welcome.” 

Meanwhile, Seonghwa was smiling just as brightly. The mom smile you adored, the softness in his eyes as he looked at you both with unending fondness. 

It cracked your heart all over again. 

With all your presents exchanged, Seonghwa and Wooyoung collected their gifts and went to bring them to their rooms. 

You did the same, but hid the choker bag in the gift bag Wooyoung gave you, and ran to your room to hide it there. 

How ridiculous this all was. You bought the choker for Seonghwa, you brought it home, you’d imagined how beautiful he’d look with it. You’d walked out of that store knowing he’d gratefully accept the gift, and you were excited to see him wear it. 

But how could you give someone like him something like this? This was far too much money for someone you haven’t known for nearly enough time. 

But you bought it because of the goddamn pain in your chest. The suffocating, choking ache that grew ever stronger every day. It invaded every part of your body, it was in your blood and bones. Even if you wanted to smother it and shove it away, it would take forever. 

You knew what it was. You knew why it was there. 

But you didn’t have the courage to say it. Which is why the choker was getting shoved in the duffle bag and into the closet as you fought back tears. 

Maybe you’d give it to Seonghwa another day. Maybe as a birthday present, whenever that was. 

But not now. You couldn’t do it now. 

As you wiped the tears from your eyes, there was a gentle knock at the door before it opened a little. 

“May I come in?” It was Seonghwa, you knew it was him before he even spoke. 

You nodded, as if he could see that, as you said “yes” and sat down on the bed. Seonghwa came into the room and carefully shut the door behind him before he came to sit down next to you. 

In his hand was a square, navy, velvet box, about the side of a small plate. He held it out to you with a warm smile that would have melted the coldest of hearts. You took the box from him carefully, like it would disappear at any second, and were surprised when it had a little weight to it. 

“It’s okay,” he said softly when you hesitated, putting one of his hands over yours. You looked up and met his big, brown eyes again. “It’s all yours, jagiya.” 

You just nodded, because you couldn't think of anything meaningful to say as your eyes fell back down to the box in your hands. 

You shoved away the guilt that stirred in your gut as you slowly opened the velvet case, and tears welled in your eyes all over again. 

It’s like Seonghwa knew you were buying him a choker earlier, and that you wanted something with more detail and intricacies. 

A necklace, but there were gemstones all up the chain with a larger one hanging from the bottom. The gemstones on the chain were small and simple. not trying to be in the way, but just to elevate the chain. 

The larger, square cut gemstone that hung from the ornate chain was meant to be in the way. It wasn’t obnoxiously large, no, it was just perfect. 

Everything was perfect. You were blinking back tears, it was so perfect. 

“Seonghwa, this is beautiful,” you whispered, your throat closing up. You ran your fingers over the gemstones, almost like you needed to touch it to see if it was real. 

Seonghwa was beaming, lighting up the whole room with his smile as he watched you admire the necklace. “You said you wanted something to show off.” 

“And I will.” You carefully lifted the necklace out of the box, and as you were going to put it on, Seonghwa stopped you and reached up to take it. 

“May I?” Two simple words. Words that were very small and insignificant to anyone else. 

But this moment felt like much more than just putting on a necklace. 

It almost felt sacred. Intimate. Like a ceremony. 

You nodded and gave the necklace to Seonghwa. He moved closer and wrapped it around your neck, reaching over your shoulder to clasp it behind your neck. You felt your face burn at how close he was, with his arms around you, his body enveloping yours. 

But he pulled back just a few seconds later to admire how the beautiful piece sat against your skin. Seonghwa’s eyes lit up like stars as his smile spread across his whole face again. “I knew it was perfect,” he said softly as he ran his fingers down the chain. 

If your heart could beat any harder, the large stone on the necklace would’ve started shaking. It was a bizarre feeling, to be so guilty and torn up, but so elated, and desire the man before you. 

And when Seonghwa’s eyes flicked up to yours, it’s as if he could see it all. Every tear, every smile, eerie second guess you’d ever had. Like he could see the entire month of December replaying in your eyes in those few seconds. 

There were no other words spoken as Seonghwa leaned close and pressed his lips to yours. It was a soft kiss, feather light. Loving. 

When Seonghwa laid you down on your back, your body turned to putty in his hands. Your limbs were growing weak as you wrapped them around his body. You wanted him as close as close could be, wanted to remember his taste, every soft moan as he breathed his life into every kiss, the touch of his hands on every part of your body. 

You wanted it all. And Seonghwa was more than happy to provide. 

The first day of the new year had come and gone. The thirty one days of December went by faster than they had in previous years. 

But as you and Wooyoung loaded your bags back up into his car, you were anything but joyful. 

“We’ll visit again during Spring Break,” he reassured you as he closed the trunk. “And it’s not like you don’t have his number, you can still talk to him.” 

Wooyoung was trying his best to reassure you, but his face fell when he realized nothing was working. Everything he was telling you, you already knew it. Obviously you’d see Seonghwa again, and you’d probably be texting him at least once every few days, if not every day. 

The world was not ending. This blissful period did, but it wasn’t the end of everything. You’d be back, you’d see Seonghwa again. 

But the months between January 1st and Spring Break would be difficult after the month you’d just lived through. 

It felt juvenile. You were a grown adult in college, working towards a degree to hopefully secure a good career and have a comfortable life. You had classes to worry about, not your boyfriend who’s double your age. 

But he wouldn’t ever leave your head. You knew in your head that when you went back to class, he’d probably be there in the back of your head. 

An effort in mental gymnastics is what these next few months would hold. 

Wooyoung brought you back up to the house for your final goodbyes. Seonghwa was standing in the open doorway, dressed in a cream knitted sweater with black sweatpants. Normally, he was dressed up in some way, even if it was a pajama set. Today, he hadn’t bothered with fashion. 

Wooyoung hugged him first, squeezed him so tight, he lifted Seonghwa off the floor. For the first time that morning, you smiled as they both laughed. The noise of surprise and protest Seonghwa let out just made Wooyoung hoist him up more, until all three of you were laughing. 

“How could you put your poor eomma through such things?” Seonghwa asked in a perfectly dramatic voice as he made a show of fixing his hair and sweater. 

“As if you’re any better,” Wooyoung teased. Seonghwa just smiled and kissed his head, to which Wooyoung reciprocated with a cheek kiss. 

“Be safe, nae sarang.” 

“I will, Eomma.” 

They exchanged an “I love you” before Wooyoung walked away, and gave you a nod before he went to sit in the car to wait. 

It was like a movie scene. The sun was setting, the snow was falling. The sunset colors illuminated your face as Seonghwa gave you a half hearted smile. 

You wordlessly hugged him tightly, and he instantly returned the hug. You two stayed there in that hug, silently clinging onto each other like it would be the last time. 

It wouldn’t be the last time. Far from it. 

But you both found something that December. You found someone. And it was so special, you couldn’t bear to lose it. 

As you pulled back to look up at him, the little voice was in your head again. Telling you that you were taking this too seriously, that you shouldn’t have been so upset, that this wasn’t a big deal. 

The voice disappeared as Seonghwa pulled you into another loving kiss. The idea that this was a movie scene popped back into your head as he held your cheek and kept you close. 

You could've sworn you heard your heart break when you both pulled away. 

“Be safe,” Seonghwa softly said onto your lips. You nodded as you painstakingly pulled out of his arms. 

“I will. You too.” 

Seonghwa gave you another small smile. His eyes flicked down to the necklace that you still wore. You’d worn it every day since the night he gave it to you, and kept it in it’s case every night. 

You smiled back before you forced yourself to walk back to Wooyoung’s car. Seonghwa watched from the doorway until Wooyoung’s car disappeared, and he could no longer hear it. 

Wooyoung reached over the center console and held your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and squeezing. He didn’t need to say anything, no words needed to be said. 

But as you were swallowing back the tightness in your throat and blinking back tears, the comfort felt good. The firm squeeze was what you needed, as you both were headed back to campus, unsure of where life was going to bring you both next.

Thank you for reading! Please reblog if you enjoyed! 💜

This is a work of fiction written by me. This does not represent the idol(s) in any way. Any re-upload is not allowed and will be reported.

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[noxtivagus]

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!

#🌙.rambles #aaaa i'm a bit late i accidentally slept when i lied down for a bit at 10 or so n just woke up bcs of a dream! #my sleep keeps on getting cut off lately 😭😭 #that said though wait #OH NICE #checked out gbf recap of the stream n 🥺 hehe all the new charas n all n wtvr r so lovely #cassius my baby boy!!!! i'm probably gna make that my pfp on my doscord alt in the morning later #primarchs event at the end of the month i'm so fucking excited #n then other stuff too >< nier n fediel n the new divine general n everything YEAH #i'll watch parts of thw stream later #oh my god i only have like 5 hours of sleep how did i wake up #happy holidays though!!!! new year is so near.. that's more of my type of holiday hehe #oh dear i am v anxious ngl but being sleep-deprived n just woke up rn my brain is empty #i'm out of words to weite but i do hope for everyone to. enjoy the holidays n rest at least n #a good rest of december. n the year too #oh wait i'll delete my previous post i rambled too much there #this christmas is.. lonely. n i'm so tired. i don't know what to feel or do ar all but #it feels just so heavy n i'm so tired but i'll do what i know left. to just keep on forging ahead #n isk what to think of 2023 bcs a lot of good things happened but this is probably one of my worst years as well #it's so lonely inside i don't know what to do about it n i'm so tired n i feel so helpless bcs my energy is so drained #it weighs so so heavy.. all these regrets n burdens but i'll keep moving forward #i don't want tomorrows to come i want to just catch up n rest for a while #but time won't wait for me. i'll keep moving forward. forge ahead #it feels so.. empty. i'm too tired to be myself but i'll be fine eventually #someway somehow. so long as the morrow comes #i'll go back to sleep in a bit but this longing for the past n. idk the future is so painful. i don't feel like myself in the present #but i'll find my way. gn n happy holidays

[dizscreams]

jack champion x reader in behind the scenes of avatar where they're always seen asleep on each others shoulders?

THIS IS SO CUTE AAA

Good Days — Jack Champion ★

PAIRING: Jack Champion X gn!reader

SUMMARY: in Jamie’s little YouTube documentary he took of behind the scenes for Avatar you and Jack are always asleep on each others shoulders.

A/N: im going through my requests and doing my best to zoom through them also trying to get inspo for the new Jack fic 😛🫶 Hope you enjoy, my loves! ALSO THIS WILL BE TOTALLY INACCURATE idk what actors do when they aren’t filming I tried watching interviews to get info but they gave me nothing so this is the best I can do </3

this reminded me of good days by SZA 🥹

Since Avatar 2 came out in December a few behind the scenes clips have been released. The most popular one being Jamie’s documentary he made on YouTube. It was so cute it brought you to tears the first time you saw it, all the happy memories of filming overwhelmed you in the best way possible.

Before watching it you didn’t realize how you and Jack were almost always around each other. Specifically you guys were always asleep on each other. Your smile got even brighter as you watched a clip of you and Jack when you were younger resting before you guys had to film. You were both sitting in your trailer and still had the dots on your face and the performance capture suits on and your hair was still up. You could hear Jamie and Bailey laughing in the background as the went into they trailer and filmed you both.

Jamie and Bailey walked in the trailer, camera in hand, “Y/N can i get an interview with-“ he cut himself off when he saw you and Jack asleep. You were sitting on the small couch with your head on his shoulder. Bailey awwed at the two of you while Jamie boo’d and that made Bailey nudge him before they both walked out, playfully bickering with each other.

You kept watching the video and the second time you saw you and Jack asleep was in the car. It was taken at least a year later. The younger cast decided to go to the beach for a break and you two were asleep in the car. This time he had fallen asleep against you. Jamie was filming Trinity talking and she pointed out you and Jack.

“Look they’re asleep!”, she whisper yelled. “Oh, when are they not?” Jamie responded before turning the camera to you both. You were against the window and Jacks head was on yours, because of the height difference. “They look so peaceful.” Bailey quietly laughed before Trinity got bored and bugged her to play something with her.

You grinned as you watched different clips of you and your cast mates. Premieres, hang outs, dinners, little interviews. You were really glad Jamie put this together. There was a clip of Jack giving you a piggy back ride while Trinity chased you two around. You listened to what Bailey, Filip, and Jamie had to say about the whole process while clips of you and your cast mates having fun played in the background.

Near the end of the video there was a third clip of you and Jack asleep. You truly didn’t know that it was a thing between the two of you before watching this video, but it was special. In the third clip it was when you guys were a little older, at least 15-16 and you were in a hotel lobby. Bailey had the camera this time.

The camera was pointed at the two of you, “And here we have the two lovebirds!” She then pointed it back to herself. “I wonder how many shots Jamie has taken of them asleep. How many do you think, Trinity?” Bailey pointed the camera towards Trinity, who was next to her. She put her finger on her chin, pretending to think. “At least 10.” “10? I think it might be a few more but I’m not sure how many he’ll use.” Bailey flipped it to you both again while her and Trinity made bets. Your head was on his shoulder and your hands were intertwined.

The video ended and you closed your computer and smiled to yourself as you looked to see Jack asleep next to you.

THIS IS SO ADORABLE AND NOT PROOF READ!!

tags: @ashlesys-blog @dizzyscreams @beary-rambles @ang3lik

#jack champion #jack champion x reader #spider socorro #spider soccoro x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #jamie flatters #bailey bass #avatar the way of water #dizzy writes?! 😵‍💫

[multifandomgirl08]

Mini Verstappen Series Masterlist

Paring: Single Dad!Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader

At the end of 2020, Max Verstappen gets the surprise of his life when he finds out that his ex-girlfriend had given birth to a son, his son. A year and a half later Max's longtime girlfriend of 8 months finds out about his son Nico.

This is an ongoing series. I'm always adding to it. The masterlist changes often.

I do take requests for this. If there is anything that you want to see happen in this series just message me in my ask box. All of my normal request rules apply.

Reader Face Claim: Hande Erçel

Total Published Word Count: 46,517 Words

Disclaimer: This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction, so enjoy it as such.

𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑂𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟

0.0. Prologue - [December 2020]

Max finds out that he has a son. And it changes his world.

0.1. Be Something You'll Love and Understand [December 2020] Outtakes

He knew that he should have called his mom yesterday but he was still wrapping his head around the idea of being a father.

0.5. The Moment You Smiled At Me - [November 2021]

The evening that started it all for Max and Reader.

1. Mini Verstappen - [July 2022]

You get a small surprise the first time you visit Max’s apartment.

1.5. Girlfriend? - [October 2022] Request

You meet Nico.

1.8. Caught - [June 4, 2023] 18+ Outtakes

Lando swears he knocked before walking into Max's hotel room, maybe he should have yelled before opening the door.

2. Change - [November 26, 2023 + January 2, 2024]

It’s the end of the F1 season. Some things are changing for the Verstappen's.

SMAU #1. The Secrets Out - [December 31, 2023 - January 1, 2024]

It’s the start of a new year. You and Max decide to tell the world about Nico.

3. A Lioness Protects Her Cub - [May 5 - 9, 16, 23, 2024] Request

Reporters are vultures and Max picks out a ring.

4. Day At The Karting Track - [June 15, 2024]

Nico starts karting. It opens a small can of worms.

SMAU #2. Through Max's Eyes - [March 8, July 30 - August 15, 2024]

Max’s Instagram posts about Y/N, and a small life update from the couple.

5. Something Bad, Something Good - [August 17 - 19, 2024] Request

Reader deals with the haters on Twitter, Nico calls Reader Mama. Max claps back at the haters on Instagram like the malewife that he strives to be.

6. Race Day - [September 1, 2024] Request

Nico tags along with Max during a race day in Monza, well as much as he can.

6.1 Wedding Headcanon - [February 2, 2025]

Headcanons from Max and the Reader's wedding. Social Media posts from their honeymoon.

6.5. Give and Take (Kind of Love We Make) - [February 28, 2025] 18+ Request

Max had a plan in his head for the evening. He had mapped out the track before, and intended to keep to his strategy until they got home.

6.7. To Constantly Be Away - [March 10, 2025]

Second race of the season and Max is already having a tough time with the car. Missing his family only makes it worse.

7. From Three to Four - [April 4, 2025]

Reader tells Max that your expecting, he doesn't have the best reaction at first.

8. Stones To Throw At My Creator - [July 2025]

He wasn't his father. He would never raise Nico like that.

SMAU #3. The Verstappens - [January 8, February 2, May 26, December 3, 2025]

Big things happen to Max and the reader in 2025. Moving, getting married, and a little surprise that neither of them were expecting.

8.7 Give Me Eyes To See - [December 7, 2025]

Nikita's first few days at home. Flashbacks to moments from the reader's pregnancy.

8.8 Nikita's First Christmas - [December 24-25, 2025]

Nico's first Christmas with his baby brother.

8.9 Ghost of Bittersweet Memories - [January 25, 2026]

A few of the drivers visit you and Max for the day, and you end up talking with Charles about a woman that he meets at an FIA event. (This is the conversation I referenced in Part 2 of Bittersweet.)

9. Glass Houses - [February 17, 22, 23, 2026]

When Raymond had called you about going and getting lunch, you should have known that something was going on.

9.5. All That I Can Give - [May 10, 2026]

Another Mother's Day and one of Nikita's firsts.

9.7. On Sleepless Roads, The Sleepless Go - [December 2-3, 2026]

It's the early hours of Nikita's first birthday, and you can't help but look back at the day you brought your son into the world.

SMAU #4. A Year in Moments - [February 10, May 28, August 2 & 27, October 21 & 31, 2026]

SMAU #5. - [2027]

SMAU #6. - [2028]

10. The End of An Era - [November 2030]

The days leading up to Max retiring from Formula 1. The Article announcing his retirement. And the last race of his F1 career.

11. Right On Track - [2036]

Checking in with the Verstsppens in 2036.

12. Letters From The Past - [November 17, 2038]

Max and Reader sit down to read the letters that Amelia (Nico's birth mom) wrote.

𝐸 𝒳 𝒯 𝑅 𝒜 𝒮

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#mini verstappen series #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #mv1 imagine #mv33 imagine

[icarus-star]

rory culkin characters during nnn ♡

a/n: ermm exactly what the title says?? no nut november, woo. !!! this is a collab with the WONDERFUL @ethical-cain-vinnel !!! go read their part too!! right here!!

characters included in this part? danny, chris, possum.

dan cooper..♥︎

he definitely knows of it as a concept, but has never really thought of participating in it himself. it sounds somewhat.. painful to him. the thought of not cumming for an entire month.

once you bring it up to him, he's a little hesitant to participate. but as always, he wants you to be happy (he does also enjoy the whole "learning/getting better with self-control" aspect of it).

he actually does a really good job for the first few days!! but, he has a somewhat high sex drive.. so around day four, he'll get just a little bit needy. but, he calms himself down and tries to just forget about it.

he tries really hard to last as long as he can for your sake, but at some point, maybe around day 10 or 11, he gets super horny. he's all over you. trying to hug you, kiss you, hump your thigh. anything. poor boy just wants to cum so badly.

and thats when you invest in a chastity cage for him! he's a little scared of it at first, but he gets used to it. and still, the only thing he can think about is fucking you. he wants it so badly, every night he has dirty little dreams about you.

at the end of the month, when december finally comes, he's all over you. finally being able to fuck you is like heaven. he's hugging you close to him, rutting into you, so excited. he cums so quickly into the session too. but that doesn't stop him from going at it for all the missed hours.

chris kenton..♥︎

he loves a good challenge, he's actually the one to mention it first. like, the two of you were just talking and he brought it up.

but the thing is, he's probably gonna lose first too. he's super horny pretty much all of the time. i mean, he's got nightly jerk off sessions with lube and a fancy flesh light. he didn't think of having to give that up when he decided to participate in nnn.

i swear, he probably lost on day one. but not consciously. he just HAPPENED to have a sexy little dream about you anddd came during that. and obviously since it's a challenge, he needed to tell you (please have him tell you what happened in the dream, he'll be so cute and blushy while talking about it).

disqualified on the very first day, how disappointing. at least he gets to watch everything in his porn collection again! (he'll cum untouched if it's something he finds attractive enough, he's a horny little bastard istg).

and because he lost, especially so quickly, deprive him of fucking you until december. yeah, he has his fancy little fleshlight and favorite porno, but nothing compares to your perfect hole (his words btw).

possum..♥︎

he's always down to do something stupid like nnn. he actually participates every year. because of this, he does a surprisingly good job (despite how much of a dirty, horny fuck he is).

he looks at it as another form of edging, really. but then he complains about his balls hurting from.. sperm build up (😨).

so, he lasts the entire month! he says that all he has to do is ignore it. and to ignore it, he spends his time with his opossum companion rather than you. it's actually really smart, you make him horny, the opossum doesn't. what a simple man.

he also just get super high and cowers in the woods in fear of aliens a lot more than usual. it's a bit of a problem but it's something he chooses to distract himself with.

there probably aren't many times where he starts to get super super needy, except for once.

the two of you were snuggled up together on the couch under some blankets. nice and warm, maybe watching a movie. and his hands just happened to wander to your chest, tweaking your nipples.

at the end of the month though, once it's finally december and he can cum, oh man does he fuck you. way different than usual, too. he gets you in the quickest position, absolutely POUNDING your hole.

#i ❤ rory culkin #rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #rory culkin smut #danny cooper #intruders 2015 #chris kenton twelve #chris kenton headcanons #chris kenton #rory culkin twelve #possum welcome to willits #rory culkin possum #possum x reader welcome to willits #welcome to willits

[novalizinpeace]

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How are you feeling and doing? Thank you for the amazing blog. Please remember to take care of yourself and that people care about you

not exactly good? If you're here just for the critters keep scrolling, no need to read my chaotic life.

It had been a kinda bad start of the month with a lot of bad news both in my work and in my family, and 'm honestly trying to keep myself together drawing the critters 'cause on the other hand i would probably break down.

For ''little'' things like one of my cats been dumb enough to try to eat a bee so now she have a inflamate mouth that prevent her to eat normally so i need to be over her giving her food like a baby (and she's a mean bitch so is more hard), from big worry things like medical shit related to me, my mother and my grandma (yay for chronic family diseases), to the death of my paternal grandfather. I hadn't been able to catch a break since december, and the rest of my family aren't exactly helping, so the only thing i can do is take it like a champ and keep going, i had been having said mentality since my 15, and now in my 25 i already sound like a old lady due all the shit i had to take responsability for, i feel like a war soldier with PTSD and everything.

One of the things that is eating me up is the posibility of getting my internet shut down again 'cause, while i paid for my part of the month, my family ''forgot'' their part, and is already 5th so theres a BIG probability that tomorrow 'm not going to be here, they told me they're going to try and find their part before paycheck, but idk if that a ''we're paying it before it get shut down'' or a ''we're paying in the next 10 days'', so yeah, if i suddendly don't post anything tomorrow, you know why.

You would thing ''why don't you move out?'' ''why don't live on your own and deal with your own problems?''. Well, here's the thing: In this country, the salary is around 5$/week, 'course that the official one, but since bussiness know nobody is going to work for that little, they include a food stamp of around 50/80$ with the paycheck, so in a way you're getting pay 100$/month.

But this mean that you still only have 20$/month to spend elsewhere, and shit like clothes, basic neccesities, healthcare and more aren't cheap. You need to calculate right, 'cause you risk to miss something important and not been able to get it till next paycheck (for big example, female products that suck my souls each month). and you know how much it cost the internet? around 40$/month, so a two people full salary, aka i wouldn't be able to pay for the internet on my own.

So even when a good house have a cost of 5.000$ here (a lot of house are abandoned due the big number of people emigrating from here, so house are really cheap), if you only get 240$/year, the only way you can live alone is if you have a familiar that is sending you money from another country to help you get it, or if you got the house from a familiar that passed away.

Yeah, a lot of my problems at the moment come from financial problems, but the house situation isn't one, i wouldn't care still living here is i could deal with the other problems, my life as been stressful since the man that speak with birds got in charge of the country, but i could deal with it before, it right now that 'm eating my nails at all the shit going on.

I really appreciate all the support and love you all had give me here, i had take the critters (both the cartoon and the experiments) as a safe place in this stressful times, so the fact that other people enjoy them with me as really help me keep going. Don't worry, if i dissapear isn't going to be forever, just like the fucking springtrap ''i always come back''. You're not going to get away from me this easily.

#vent #tw vent #ask #nova is really tired

[problemsynth]

The Masquerade Breach Zine

Hi I am ProblemSynth also known as Zeke. I’m a bi-transmasc artist and occasional writer with a love of vampires and VTM. I am also making the (probably terrible) choice to set up a free community zine for the first time.

Overview

Masquerade Breach is a free community E-Zine for enjoyers of the Vampire The Masquerade games and media. The theme of this project is the violation of the “Masquerade” and the various ways kindred breach it.

While the focus is largely on vampires, you’re invited to interpret the theme not just through the eyes of kindred but also through the eyes of mortals and hunters.

There is currently a soft limit of 30 applicants with those applying after entering a wait list in the event of drop outs.

Goals

The aim of this project is to collect pictures and short stories from the community in one place, and give it back in the form of a free printable PDF. 

This zine will be distributed largely through tumblr and the discord with links to the PDF on Google Drive. Links to the social media(s) of participants will be shown alongside the tumblr and Discord posts.

I will be pinning this post to my blog for reference.

As this is my first public Zine I expect some hiccups along the way. I will do by best to communicate when they happen via tumblr, discord, and dms (when necessary). Please be a little patient with me as I work things out.

Applicant Restrictions

Please be at least 18 years old. 

What’s The Schedule?

Applications - Dec 10, 2023 to Feb 21, 2024 (full)

Submissions - Dec 10, 2023 to Feb 29, 2024

Formatting submissions - Mar 1, 2024 to Mar 31, 2023 

Distribution - Mar 31, 2023

You Can Find The Whole Project Plan Here

You Can Apply Here

The Discord Is here

Please feel free to contact me with questions.

Edit: Slight update to the release date. Life happened and march wound up being nonstop work from all sides. so theres going to be a few weeks delay on release as i get things in order. many sorry's.

#me when im #vtm

[lazyjellyfish300]

DD part 6

Fem reader x Miguel O'Hara

Synopsis- fem reader drinks too much and the bartender calls a random Uber for her which happens to be Miguel O'Hara himself. Her friends suck and ditch her. There's a lot of tension on the ride home... plot inspired by the original comic.

Commissioned art by ejpuki on Instagram

Part 1 (contains link to all prior chapters)

Word count: 2k

@mysteris-things @averagefloydlover @roserfz27

@latenightcravingz

TW: MINORS DNI, BLOOD, LITTLE ANGST, SUGGESTIVE CONTENT, NO MAJOR SMUT YET, JUST SEXUAL TENSION AND MAKING OUT, age gap(reader is 26, Miguel is 34)

A/N: Sorry y'all, I need to drag this out just a tiny bit so I can make this series at least 10 parts, otherwise I feel like I didn't meet my mission of making a full length series fanfic. I also tried a little harder with the Spanish. (Being a woc but being monolingual is so fkn embarrassing LMAO 😭) If I messed up, Spanish Speakers please call me out. 🙏🏽

Hope you enjoy! 🖤 Thank you for all the support, means so much.

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The snow starts to dust your shoulders as you and Miguel just stay on top of the J condominium building in Brooklyn, kissing.

You've been at it for a few minutes now, the kisses growing deeper and more hungry. The frosty bite of the December air seemingly kept at bay outside of the steamy bubble you two were creating. You both have now transitioned so he's sitting on the ground and you're in his lap with your legs crossed around his lean waist.

He's running his hands all over your back until they come to rest on your ass, squeezing and massaging the flesh through your leggings which makes you gasp into his mouth. You can feel him smile in response as he continues to move against you, slipping his tongue over your lips and back into your mouth. You jerk suddenly when you feel the tiniest prick on your lip, realizing he nipped you with one of his new fangs.

His eyes widen in alarm. "¡Lo siento!...¿estás bien?" (I'm sorry! Are you okay?)

You nod, a little bit shocked as you bring a hand to your lip, a small dot of blood caught on the plump part of your bottom lip.

"I got a little carried away." Miguel admits bashfully, running the tip of his knuckle gently across your chin, giving your booty a love squeeze with his free hand.

You give him a little smile and tickle the nape of his neck with your fingertips. "It's okay, I kind of liked it," you assure him.

He smiles at you and notices you've begun to shiver. "Let's go home?"

A warm feeling washes over you when he refers to your apartment as home, as though it's his too. "That sounds great. This cold is something else."

"Yeah, I can tell it's starting to get to you." Miguel answers, scooping you up, noting how adorable you look, shivering in his bulky arms. "It's probably going to be a cold ride home. Just hang in there and I'll get us back as fast as I can." Miguel reaches around and pulls your hood over your head, tucking in your hair and sealing it with a kiss on your forehead. "Hold on tight," he reminds you again with a whisper.

Your breath hitches in your throat once more as the quiet outlines of buildings zoom past your vision, the frigid air harsh and relentless as it brutalizes your face. The only things you can focus on is your death grip around Miguel's torso, and the bitter cold. The sky is completely dark now, save it for the persistent city lights below. You turn your head a little, daring to look in front at what Miguel's focusing on.

buzz thwap, release, buzz, thwap, release.

The rhythmic motions of the way he's casting and swinging from the red webs is mesmerizing, other worldly. You can't help but marvel at his power.

His eyes are full of concentration, aiming expertly. Incredibly skillful already at his powers he acquired just less than 24 hours ago. You turn your face back into its resting spot in the crook of his neck and squeeze your thighs a little tighter around him for safety, to which he grins fondly.

Finally, you two reach your apartment. He lands gently on your small balcony and you let go of him, landing back on solid ground with a small thud. You smile at him. "Thanks, babe. That was absolutely incredible."

"No, thank you for letting me take you into my new world for a bit. It's good practice for me to get a hang of things. But I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." He squeezes your hand as he opens the sliding door into your apartment, letting you go inside first.

You sigh as the warm air of your apartment welcomes you. A cozy feeling rises in your belly when you realize you and Miguel have all night together. But, you panic slightly as you realize that you hadn't exactly prepared yourself for any spicy time, as you were not expecting him to come knocking at your door after ghosting you on your second date, covered in blood with new fangs, talons, and eye color to match.

"¿Te sientes cansado, cariño?" He asks warmly, pulling you closer to him. (You feeling tired, dear?)

You look sheepishly up at him. "Not really...but I could use a little time to freshen up, if that's okay with you?"

Miguel runs his hands along your belly, causing you to squirm a little. "Of course that's okay, take your time."

You stand on your tiptoes and give him a small peck. "Make yourself comfy. You can find a movie for us to watch in the meantime."

Miguel smiles. "Yes ma'am." He takes his shoes off and walks over to your couch, splaying himself out and stretching with a small grunt, the bottom of his hoodie receding up over his toned stomach ever so slightly.

You feel butterflies as you admire how handsome he looks relaxed in your space like that. Then you snap out of it and bolt for your shower. As you let the warm water run down your back you feel tingles of excitement and arousal, imagining him in there with you.

When you've washed your entire body, you get out, the air in your bathroom chilly on your wet skin. You dry off and waddle into your bedroom, frantically searching for a matching pair of bra and panties but you find none and curse when you realize you forgot to do the laundry. You sigh and settle on a pair of plain black panties and no bra, figuring there's a possibility they might come off anyway.

You brush your teeth and throw on a crew neck sweatshirt, some booty shorts, and some fuzzy socks, messing with your hair in the mirror one more time as you make your grand entrance into your living room carrying a blanket.

Miguel sits up a little as you walk in, his eyes taking in the thickness in your legs, your ass, hips. The way your hair and bare face cast a simple glow around you. You look absolutely divine in your element. The faint smell of your soap emits a sweet flavor off your skin.

He scoots over and drapes an arm around you and scoops your legs into his lap, stroking the skin around your knees absentmindedly as your movie begins. Hunger Games starts, and every now and then Miguel asks a clarifying question which you answer patiently, admiring that he's getting immersed in the plot.

"Making a bunch of kids fight to the death for entertainment? Heh...that's uh. That's kinda fucked up."

You give a little snort. "That's just the tip of the iceberg, babe."

As the romantic tension between Peeta and Katniss builds, it does between you two as well. Your eyes start to droop quite a bit. It's well past midnight at this point, approaching 1 am? You're not sure. But you are feeling more daring as you feel the desire start to overwhelm you.

Your fingers move to his ear, lightly tracing the outer part, and then moving down to carefully massage his lobe. His eyes close at the sensation, warmth starting to pool in his body at your touch. You feel your heart speed up a little, you're starting to steer this night to where you want it to go. He turns his head to you, a sneaky smile starting to spread across his pretty face.

"¿Qué haces?" (What are you doing) He says in his rich voice, the silky drip of seduction lining his question ever so subtly.

You give him an innocent closed lip smile. "Just looking at you..." Your finger moves to trace his neck, your knuckle curling around the collar of his hoodie, tugging it down to get better access. Miguel inhales slowly, trapped in the spell you didn't know you were casting.

"Allow me to let you get a closer look..." he breathes softly.

His eyes stay locked on you and before you know it, those alluring full lips of his are pressing against yours again. You let out a soft moan in surrender as you feel him getting up, overpowering you as he lays you backwards on the couch and allows his hands to slip under the back of your sweatshirt.

Your back arches on instinct which drives him crazy. He kisses you harder, slipping his tongue into your mouth, groaning into you, aching for this to be the night that you two christen your love with a heated first fuck.

A sharp sting jolts into your ribs, leaving your eyes watering in pain as you gasp. Miguel stops abruptly and looks down at you with worry, and then realizes his passion has caused his talons to spring outward and into both sides of your torso, just midway around your ribs. He pulls his hands back from you in horror.

"Shit, shit shit.....I'm so fucking sorry...are you okay baby? Shit... Hold on!"

He sprints to your bathroom and gets the first aid kit you used on him earlier. You try to shake off the pain that's still ringing on both sides of your ribs with a wave of your hand, but the salty tears gathering behind your eyes starts to run down your cheeks as you suck in air between your teeth.

Miguel comes back, gently applying a gauze pad to the two tiny puncture marks on both sides to stop the bleeding. He blinks furiously, breathing heavily as he mutters quiet reassurances and apologies to you.

Once you're putting some bandaids on the cuts at your urging, he runs a hand through his hair, blowing out air from his cheeks as he looks off, the Adam's apple in his neck bobbing with a lump in his throat. He tenses his jaw and closes his eyes, tears threatening to spill.

Now, he can't even express his love to you without fear of hurting you. Tyler and Aaron. Sons of bitches. Not only robbing him of his brown eyes that connected him to his family, but now his ability to love you too. A starved man forced to sit at a table and gaze at a feast he could not devour. Your body a delicate vase in his hands he threatened to shatter. A tiny shudder of a flame he ignited with a match, only for the dark, contemptible winds of the night to blow it all away. The emptiness of the shadows consuming his soul, extinguishing all light within it and driving a stake through his heart once more.

He balled his hands into fists and leaned into you, this giant of a man becoming small in your arms. "I'm so sorry baby...estoy un monstruo." his voice cracked with grief. (I'm a monster)

"Don't say that." You say sternly. "They did this to you. It's not your fault. I don't care what you look like. I don't even care if you'd hurt me..."

He brings his face slowly up to yours, and your heart breaks at the small tears that trickled down his cheeks. You lean in, cleaning them away with gentle kisses, dragging your lips down the side of his thick neck.

A low rumble appears in his throat and he closes his eyes and sighs, his heart coming back to life slowly, swelling with love for you and brings a hand to the back of your neck.

"Baby..." he groans, slowly unraveling underneath the trail of your lips.

"Hmmm?" you respond innocently, still focused on kissing every square inch of skin around his neck.

"We don't have to do this..." his voice shudders. The way you're kissing his neck is bringing him closer to just dragging you to your bedroom down the hall.

"Please...I want to...." you moan into his skin.

His voice shudders again, he grits his teeth as he feels himself rising in his pants, pleasure smoldering throughout his body. "I might hurt you again..."

"You won't," you whisper earnestly. "You won't hurt me," you repeat firmly. You turn to the first aid kit and get out a couple bandaids and wrap them around the tops of his fingers, retracting and pushing the talons down a bit, cushioning the sharp edges from the outside as a protective sheath.

Miguel raises his brows then smiles at your ingenious. "Que inteligente tú eres," he compliments you softly. (How smart you are)

You smile, lean in and plant a tender kiss on his lips as a thank you. He groans and runs both of his hands through your hair, picking you up, eager to return the favor to you in the form of taking his time on you for the rest of the night.

You wrap your legs around him instinctively and he continues to kiss you passionately as he carefully carries you down the hall into your bedroom, a whispery moan escaping his lips.

🖤

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Part 7

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RAINCODE COMIC COLLAB~☔️

BEHOLD THE FRUITS OF MY LABOR!!

3 full weeks of work and its finally completed!

So @kazinsblog and I did another raincode art collab together but this one was a HUGE project! This one's a full 18 page comic!

Idk if you all remember the comic idea that Kazin was planning to do that involved Yuma overworking himself until he gets sick and then gets tended to by everyone else. But when I saw it, I decided to ask her if she was willing to possibly collaborate on it, remaking it where she sketched it and I colored it.

Kazin's Beta images: 1 2 3 4

So here's the results of all that work. We've been at this since December 17th so this has been an almost full month collaboration. And of course mine's a bit more altered to my own style as well as adding my own touches and making it a little more whumpy/extreme... X'D I also freehand drew shinigami in my version as well.

Both our versions look pretty different! The only thing that are the same are the poses. So feel free to check out Kazin's traditional version as well!

Since its an 18 page comic, I decided to put it under a keep reading so it won't clutter everyone's timelines. Also, I will be narrating the pages because I love narrating sick filler type stories. So brace yourself for a VERY LOOONG post!! Def need time to read this one! (and no purple tinted filters here this time!)

Also note: If the writing is blue, it means the character is thinking, just like in the game! :)

And I apologize on the inconsistency of Yuma's bangs... I thought it was one way before so half of the comic he looks like he has square bangs... oof XD I fix it around page 10

ANYWAY, hope you enjoy this soft buffet, Raincode Community! 🌡️💕

(Page 1)

Our story begins on an ordinary day in Kanai Ward. Rainy gloomy and depressing as ever. Our little victim... wait... XD I mean protagonist Yuma decides to go out to investigate more about Kanai Ward to try to track down it's supposed ultimate secret. Yakou sets him off wishes him well and tells him to be careful. However, as he's out, he finds out a lot of people in the city need help. Because of his good nature and unable to turn down someone in need, he decides to help whoever he can. (the ultimate side-questing lol) Before he knows it, he's soaking wet and he had helped 10 people in total. Time passed and it was almost evening so he returns to the submarine. Yuma was completely unphased by this. (and he didn't dry himself off for 4 hours due to being occupied with tasks)

(Page 2)

Yuma returns to the Agency's submarine to greet his chief holding his meatbun order. (that also got wet) But Yakou notices that the trainee is sopping wet to the core and shivering. He immediately loudly demands that he sit down so he can tend to him. Yuma does as he's told and sits on the checkered sofa. Yakou rushes to the shower room to grab some small towels to help him dry off. But because Yakou is so panicked, he ends up being very rough in drying Yuma, pulling his hair and causing the small boy pain. After he dries him off, he tells Yuma he isn't allowed to leave anymore for the rest of the day and demands him to rest. Yuma tries to retaliate using puppy eyes, but it doesn't work. Yakou is immune.

(Page 3)

The next day Yuma asks Yakou if he can go out to work after he finishes his morning chores around the place looking very eager. Yakou still looks a little concerned by how tired Yuma looks, so he tells him to not go out alone. He assigns him a partner to go with the rest of the week.

On the first day he's paired with Halara. The two of them are asked to investigate the art gallery of Ginma. (maybe after the nail man case) But over time, Yuma starts developing a lingering cough that persists for quite some time. Halara asks Yuma is he's okay, to which Yuma lies saying that it's due to the dust of the room. But of course being sharp, Halara isn't buying it. But they decide to not persist him further.

On the second day, he's paired with Desuhiko. They're asked to go help out at the Aetheria Academy with another case (not murder related this time) However on the way to the school and in Ginma, Yuma starts slowing down, he's shaking and is a little wobbly. Desuhiko notices this and asks if he wants to go to the cafe for a drink. Yuma nods and as they go to the cafe and order some coffee, Yuma takes off his hat and coat and Desuhiko finally realizes how pale he looks. He's even slower at replying to him as he speaks, as if he's in a daze. Desuhiko decides to take Yuma back to the agency after this.

(Page 4)

On Day three, he's paired with Fubuki. But he doesn't even make it to the case as when he goes to the sun and moon hotel to meet with her, Fubuki notices and points out that Yuma's face looks red. The boy clearly had a fever building. Yuma argues with her but Fubuki persists. The two of them try to go to the case but Yuma nearly collapses. So Fubuki returns him to the agency.

On the fourth day where he's supposed to be paired with Vivia he spends a majority of the day passed out. Vivia decides to watch over him using his forte to not disturb him. During the night while he's asleep, his breathing gets more labored and he's completely restless. Vivia looks at him deeply worried for his dear friend's well being.

The next morning Yuma somehow finds the strength to get himself up. Maybe that one day of rest was enough. But Yakou insists that he stays put today. Angrily yelling at him to be still and take today off as well.

Meanwhile, a certain two seem to notice each other...

(Page 5)

Vivia's spirit notices Shinigami and decides to give her a warning. Make sure Yuma listens to Yakou and doesn't leave. Giving her the iciest glare, Shinigami fearfully agrees.

But this effort would be for naught, despite how he feels, Yuma's relentless determination forces himself up, putting on his rain attire and heads up the steps of the sub to the outside when Yakou isn't looking. Shinigami does what she can to stop him, but he doesn't listen...and Shinigami being a ghost, there was nothing she could do to physically hold him back. All she could do was follow, and prepare for the inevitable.

By some miracle he makes it to the church, up the stairs to speak to the nun. Who tells him to play therapy again for the townsfolk. He nods and heads to his first client. But when he returns to kamasaki to speak to him, he can barely make out what he's saying as he lets out a few more coughs.

Once he leaves the client, before long, Yuma could hear something in his body snap.

(Note: I direct most of the story, but Vivia conversing with Shinigami in spirit mode was actually Kazin's idea! So credit to her for that, So silly and fun! ^^)

(Page 6)

Yuma's body had finally reached it's limit. All the fatigue, chills and body aches had hit him all at once at full force like armed weaponry. His head began throbbing, he was shaking violently and uncontrollably, he felt nauseated by the rain's smell, and his body heat and the lingering dizziness was unbearable. He found a safe corner in the alleyway of Kamasaki to collapse. Telling Shinigami she was right and he should have listened to her, while the burning fever and cold rain wrecked his delicate frame even further. His voice was hardly audible, but Shinigami still heard and practically tells him to go back. But Yuma had no strength left...

Then like clockwork as they finish speaking, he could hear his name called. At first it sounded kind and questionable. But that rapidly changed, the voice now angrily yelling out his full name. As he looked up this voice belonged to...Yakou. He looks down at the boy in pure disappointment and anger.

Turns out a certain someone was tailing him. And alerted Yakou what happened just in time.

(Note: I make the red darker the more extreme the temperature and lighter the less extreme. I got to experiment with all sorts of new ways to color fevers hehe~ >w<)

(Page 7)

Yuma shockingly looks up at Yakou. Oh no, he was so BUSTED! Shinigami even says as much. Yakou practically scoops Yuma in his arms carrying him back to the agency. As he was lifted Yuma's world begun spinning. He could barely hear the chief nagging him in a panicked tone. It was all distorted and it was making his head hurt more. Yakou placed a hand to his cheek and was shocked by how hot it felt. All Yuma could do was apologize and hope his world stops spinning and that Yakou eventually stops yelling... (also I put numbers for the order to read the speech bubbles in)

Upon returning to the agency, Yakou dries Yuma off, asks Desuhiko to give him a warm set of clothes to borrow and put him to his own bed. Grabbing a basin of very cold water, washcloths and a digital thermometer. He placed one of the wet cold cloths under his bangs and upon reading the boy's temperature, it was high. Almost high enough to visit the ER. Yakou was even more mad, but speaks in a non yelling tone. Giving Yuma another stern warning to not leave the bed. To which Yuma weakly agrees to.

But Yakou's back to yelling again, feeling paranoid Yuma would be missing by the time he gets back from getting the supplies. So he drills that message right into the boy's already throbbing head once more. Everyone else in the office awkwardly listen in as the sick trainee gets scolded.

(Note: Just an FYI, Yuma's speech bubbles being wavy is a sign his voice is raspy and the text being a bit hard to read means his voice is hardly audible)

(Page 8)

Yakou leaves Yuma alone and walks into the office in his raincoat telling the other detectives that he'll be leaving soon and to watch over Yuma in his absence and NOT let him leave. He is so full of anger and anxiety that he yells at all of them too.

Everyone agrees and as Yakou leaves, they all discuss among themselves Yuma's state the days they were partners with him. He was in bad shape. And he only got worse as the days went by. They all knew.

(Page 9)

Meanwhile back in Yakou's quarters, Yuma was getting lectured yet again. This time by his death god partner, Shinigami. The poor trainee only wanted peace and quiet to make the pain in his head go away, using what little energy he has remaining speaking in his head he tried telling her to stop.

But the aggravated spirit persisted, saying that as his mentor she had the right to scold him just as much as Yakou. She continued her rant, until an abrupt sound from her master shut her up.

The few coughs that came from Yuma eventually erupted into a full blown coughing fit. The coughs sounding more wet, rough and serious. After coughing 10 to 15 times in a row Yuma was exhausted. Shinigami looked down at him panting with concern and pity in her eyes. She decided to stop the lecture for his sake.

After the fit, Yuma was left raggedly breathing. As Shinigami gave him her permission to rest and take it easy, he didn't answer. He couldn't. That fit completely mangled his throat. He was not able to speak vocally or in thought process anymore due to his head being in too much pain. As was the rest of his body, aching and burning. So he didn't answer her. All he could do was hope sleep would eventually take hold of him to make all this awful heat and pain stop even if for a just moment.

(Note: That's the penalty Yuma... x'D Sorry I gotta make him suffer lol. Also this is the only page that’s actually read left to right. I messed that up, sorry!!)

(Page 10)

After some time passed it was time for the Master Detectives to all take part in taking care of Yuma. The whole agency had a day off to do this. So upon his return, Yakou instructs everyone to look after Yuma in 2 hour shifts through the day. Even if it was just to watch him sleep. He couldn't be left alone.

Halara was first. Their task was to help Yuma take the medicine that was bought. There were three types of medicine for him to take. Antibiotics (white pills) for the general illness symptoms, painkillers (red and white pills) for the headache/fever, and finally...cough syrup. (aka his least favorite... XD) Halara made sure to be very gentle with Yuma propping him upward as his whole body was burning and he was very shaky. He even had trouble drinking the water, so Halara had to get a mug instead so they could help him drink it by holding the handle, and using the other hand to support his back. Despite the struggle, Halara worked diligently to complete their task as a caretaker in full. (as for who paid them to do this...idk I'll leave that to your imagination XD)

(The cough syrup idea was inspired by this fic :3)

Desuhiko had the second shift and the whole time he was waiting for his turn, he was writing a song for Yuma. Having the delusion that his angelic voice would lul the sick boy to sleep, he played his guitar and began singing. Yuma's headache did improve enough to speak in his head now, but that wouldn't last, as the loud noises from the guitar made his head pound even further with every strum. Shinigami begs for the noise to cease fire on her poor eardrums, but Yuma doesn't have it in him to stop Desuhiko. The gesture was kind so he decided to try to listen to the whole song, despite the noise. He does eventually tell him to stop though (using hand gestures) when another song comes afterward. So then the two spend their time conversing for a bit, (though desuhiko does more of the talking as yuma just nods or makes small noises/hand gestures due to his throat still hurting too much to talk) Desuhiko even telling him he could keep the sweater and shorts he had lent to him. To which Yuma softly smiles at him as a thank you before he eventually falls asleep again.

Fubuki has the third shift, and her task was to feed Yuma the warm vegetable soup that was bought earlier and that Halara had just finished making, along with Fubuki's help. She volunteers to feed him as she remembers a time she was ill as a child in the clockford mansion and one of her servants tended to her, feeding her soup just the same. Unfortunately, because this was a memory of her early childhood, she repeats similar phrases as the servant did when she was feeding Yuma, who was clearly not a small child. Yuma's fever had dropped enough to where he could find a bit of strength to try and sit up on his own now, and his once mangled throat’s condition had improved for him to speak a little bit. As he listened to Fubuki's rambling he tries to play along with her despite the whole thing being a bit embarrassing for someone his age. At least the soup was nice and warm. It felt good going down his very sore throat.

(Funny Fact: The order that Yuma is both partnered and tended to by each detective, is the same order as the chapters in game he's partnered with them LOL)

(Page 11)

It was evening, and now it was Vivia's turn to take the fourth and final shift. At first he was just going to sit and watch Yuma while he read his book quietly, but Yakou suggested that he read one of his books out loud to Yuma to help him relax better like a bedtime story. Vivia was unsure at first, as he's never read to anyone before. But he decided to give it a try. He asks Yuma what his preference in literature is before he starts, and Yuma tells him he enjoys detective novels the most. So he pulls out the novel that was in his reading list and begins to read it out loud to him. Turns out he was quite a natural at narrating, and his slow voice was very soothing. Yuma felt so relaxed that he felt like he would fall asleep any minute, but he tries to stay awake to listen to the story a bit more. Shinigami however, conks out immediately. (fyi: yes this is the novel Vivia talks about in his final gumshoe gab. I tried to make up stuff based on it.. X'D)

Once the clock strikes 9pm and night falls, the Master Detectives all wish Yuma well and leave to return to the hotel to retire for the night. It was just Yakou and Yuma now. Yakou, who had just come back from another errand, walks over to Yuma who was now fast asleep. He looked a little better so Yakou removed the towel from his forehead and places his hand onto it. It still felt warm but no longer as hot as it did hours ago. Meaning he was out of the danger zone, much to Yakou's relief. He places the towel back in the water basin wringing it out and re-applying it to his forehead. Then he lets out a yawn. He was pretty tired. He decides that instead of sleeping in the office on one of the sofas, he'd stay by Yuma's side. His removes his jacket, goes and turns off the overhead lights, sits down and places his head down on his desk. Then after telling the sleeping trainee goodnight he turns off the small light by his desk.

OKAY FUN FACT: The comic WAS going to end here going on to the final page... Buuut~ We were STARVING for some good ol' Yakou Fathero :3 So... Enjoy these bonus 6 pages of Yakou having a shift of his own to look after Yuma in the middle of the night. And its the longest shift.

This ones for you Yakou Fathero fans! Eat your fill!

(I know we sure did :3)

Also I apologize if the lighting here is inaccurate ;w; I tried my best I'm no pro LOL

(Page 12)

A little past midnight, Yuma was stirring in his sleep. Making all sorts of groaning sounds as if he was in pain. He was likely having a nightmare. This is confirmed by his eyes suddenly opening and him violently flinging himself up screaming, and the cold cloth flying off his forehead.

This sound wakes Yakou up immediately as he puts his glasses back on asking Yuma if he's okay. He flicks the light by his desk on to check on him. Yuma's found shaking with tears in his eyes stating quietly that it was just a dream. Yakou sympathizes with Yuma as fever dreams were usually not fun, but a fever NIGHTMARE was always bad. The chief offers the shaking trainee some water to try to help him settle down.

(FYI: Shinigami is going to be absent from this part of the story because I think her banter and antics would ruin the fluff, so she'll just be lurking above in the shelf like a cat the whole time.)

(Page 13)

Yuma accepts the water practically snatching it from Yakou's hands and quickly gulping it down. Yakou tells him to pace himself not wanting him to choke. Once he exhales from the water drink, Yuma sheepishly apologizes for waking Yakou up with his scream, feeling like a burden. Yakou reassures him it's okay and decides to ask him the question of why he pushed himself this far while he was still awake. Hard enough to make himself sick. Why did he do it?

Yuma was surprised by this but decides to try to tell him. He hands the water glass back and began talking. Under his raspy voice and somewhat heavy breathing, he says that he wanted to be useful as he felt like a burden to everyone since he lost his memory. He also says that he likes helping others and that it feels familiar to him. Determined to try to unlock a core memory of his past he kept doing this, even to the point of pushing his limits.

Then he suddenly stopped speaking...

(Page 14)

...aaand cue the coughing fit. Yuma's throat got scratchy and irritated after his long explanation, causing him to cough about 5/8 times in a row. Not as bad as his previous fit but it was more than enough to startle and worry Yakou.

Yakou quickly hands Yuma the water glass he had just taken from him hoping it would soothe his throat. He tells him that helping others is a good thing but he shouldn't push himself to the point that his health gets affected. Yuma quietly nods and as he sips the water still shaking, Yakou feels bad and decides to apologize to him for being harsh before. Stating that he only lost his temper because he was scared and worried for him. He also places his hand to Yuma's cheek in both comfort and to check his temperature. It felt slightly warmer than a few hours ago.

Yuma quietly apologizes to Yakou for worrying him, still holding the water glass. Yakou forgives him. Then he takes the glass from him and then the towel that fell off Yuma's forehead. He grabs a fresh one and soaks it in the basin wringing it out and places it back on the trainee’s forehead unintentionally a bit roughly. Yuma groans and shivers a little from the cold of it.

Yakou then lies Yuma back down, tucking him back in trying to make him comfortable. But his actions were a bit too comforting. He was not meaning to in any way and he wasn't sure what came over him, but he was treating Yuma like a little kid. Yuma notices and feels a little embarrassed by it, but decides to only say it in his head.

Yakou decides to do one more thing before he lets him go back to sleep.

(Note: Hey far as anyone's concerned Yuma, you are practically his BABY when you are having a sick day, so deal with it hehehe :3c)

(Page 15)

Temperature taking page time :D (my favorite, teehee! I know some cultures and in anime they take the temperature under the arm, but there's just something so endearing and adorable about a sickie with a thermometer in their mouth <3 OKAY MY RAMBLING ASIDE...)

Yakou is now a bit concerned that Yuma's fever spiked again after that little harsh coughing fit so he decides to take his temperature one more time before letting Yuma go to sleep again. Yuma obliges and goes along with it opening his mouth as the device is inserted.

After 15 seconds the device beeps and Yakou takes it out. Yuma shyly pulls the duvet up to his face and hides as he meekly asks if its any better feeling a little nervous. Yakou responds that it is better than it was the first time, where it was a dangerous degree.

However, he still wasn't out of the woods yet. The fever was still there and although it went down, it was still in the red. Yakou states that he's still feverish to which Yuma just apologizes. Poor thing just wants this to be over, he really doesn't want to trouble anyone anymore.

(sorry yuma I can't let you off that easily hehe 😈)

(also yes I put an instruction manual for how the thermometer works, I am so obsessed that I even give the thermometer lore LMAO. Sorry if I'm inaccurate in any of those readings. I used google... ^^;)

(Page 16)

Yakou places the thermometer back on the desk and tells Yuma to go to sleep. Saying the fever will likely break by morning. To which Yuma states that he's in Yakou's bed and that he should return to the checkered sofa so his boss could sleep, attempting to try getting up. But Yakou puts a hand on his shoulder stopping him and denies this and says his desk is fine and that Yuma needed the bed more than him.

He also says that if Yuma had another bad dream that he would be there for him. Yuma smiles at Yakou quietly thanking him as he's tucked back into the duvet. Yakou pats it gently telling the trainee to close his eyes.

It isn't long before Yuma is back to being fast asleep. (and shinigami too)

Yakou monologues to himself for a bit groaning at how much trouble this small detective has been for him since he showed up. But then he switches his tune and places a hand to Yuma's head petting it softly. He says he's happy he's working hard for the sake of his memories but right now he needs to work on getting better. Saying it would help everyone in the agency if he wanted to help people.

He wishes him well continuing to pet his head for a bit longer to soothe him before going back to sleep himself turning the light off again.

(Page 17)

2 hours later, Yuma was stirring and whining in his sleep once again. Yakou groggily wakes up wiping his tired eyes upon hearing the soft noises the small trainee was uttering. And he was crying again. Can only be one thing: Another nightmare.

Instead of turning the light on to wake him up, Yakou moves his chair close to him sitting at his side. Not saying a single word. (cept in his head lol) He reaches his hand for Yuma's as it twitches and he takes hold of it gently.

Yakou eventually leans on the bed as he does so and falls asleep sitting up again. Yuma's groaning and and heavy breathing begin to settle down a little as he felt Yakou's presence close by.

Then he smiles as he closes his hand in his sleep holding Yakou's hand back, leaning a bit close to it. He felt safe again... <3

(Note: This poor thing has way too much trauma... ;w; I headcanon that he's prone to night terrors on occasion, but when he gets a fever, its even WORSE. Fevers do be messing with your head... x3)

(Page 18 Final)

The next morning when Yakou wakes up, he checks on Yuma. He still felt slightly warm but he looked much better. Seemed the worst was over and it would likely last just one more day.

When he's fully awake and at his desk, Desuhiko shows up asking Yakou if Yuma's okay and offered to wake him up. Yakou denies it saying Yuma needed one more day of rest, the fever may have been only slight now, but in the rain it would rise again easily.

Desuhiko agrees and declares that he's going to work hard today. Likely to make up for Yuma's absence. Yakou teases him and the two have a bit of a banter.

Yuma meanwhile is asleep peacefully. Still having a slight red tint to his cheeks, but he's able to sleep a lot easier now. His fever was slowly but surely breaking. (now in the yellow) Shinigami sleeps beside him, making sure she protects him from any nightmares in yakou's absence. (after all only SHE can give her master nightmares)

He wakes up fully recovered the following morning thanking everyone for taking such good care of him, and he makes sure to not push himself anymore. And continues searching for the city's ultimate secret while pacing himself to help others from now on.

THE END ❤️

(I practically made this into a sickfic in its own right... XD)

Thanks for reading!! Hope you enjoyed!! This is just a little artist credit page I made for Kazin and I c: Also art semi-face reveal?? xD Kinda?? Idk lol (we just two gals that like our sick comfort haha x3)

Anyway thank you again Kazin for doing this with me!! It was hard work but it was a blast and the final result came out amazing. Its surely a project I will cherish forever~ 💜🩷✨🌡️

A wholesome story to start 2024 on a good note.

#rain code #master detective archives: rain code #yuma kokohead #whumpcode #yakou furio #yakou fathero #desuhiko thunderbolt #halara nightmare #fubuki clockford #vivia twilight #comic collab #pixeldoodles #pixelfics #art collab #illness whump #sick whump #long post #fever whump #sickfic #sick comfort #kokobolt #kokolight #kokomare #kokoford #tagging the yuma x nda member ships because sick comfort caretaking is always good food for the shippers :3 #THIS IS OUR MASTERPIECE #HOPE YOU ENJOY #this collab also made us both improve as artists :3 #idk if I'll ever do a project this big ever again tho...xD #this is a one time thing so enjoy it! <3

[coollizzylou]

Hey gw2 peeps I recently learned that this interview exists (it’s from late December last year)

And I think reading through it gives a lot of context for why the latest update(s) may not have hit the mark for more story inclined people.

(My own thoughts/analysis under the cut. I’ll try to be vague spoilers but it comes with the territory)

Ok first to get it out of the way: my thoughts. I like this update! I think the new part of the map is beautiful as always, and it feels a LOT livelier than the first part. The new meta is less intensive than The Road to Heitor and feels fun to drop in and to replay, which is nice. I love all of the events that focus on helping civilians. I’m glad we have a portal from the Wizard’s Tower now, too! I haven’t really dug into all of the new weapon proficiencies on all classes, but I am enjoying engineer shortbow in WvW! I think this update has a lot more than a lot of people are giving it credit for, because what’s here is more mechanical gameplay than story instance content. I’m ok with the player character being A Hero and not THE Hero, but I do wish the commander had more speaking lines because it’s the little things that make the story so immersive and fun for me.

Speaking of, I want to highlight a quote from the interview I linked above. The rest of it is really fascinating, but this part stood out as specifically relevant to the discussion being had.

We’re learning a lot about how we develop and release content on this cadence, which absolutely has a downstream effect on the player experience. The overall shape of development between expansions 4 and 5 are very similar (timelines, resourcing, etc), even if the content and features are not. This means that we’re able to focus more on refining our development processes than reinventing them. The better that we can identify production issues like undocumented dependencies, bottlenecks, resourcing issues, etc, means that we can proactively address those issues in future dev cycles.

From our experiences with Secrets of the Obscure alone, we’ve adjusted development schedules, review processes, dev resource allocations, documentation and communication practices, and more. All of these contribute, to some degree, to improving the quality of what we deliver.

So basically what I’m getting here is that SotO was a huge adjustment, and if I’m reading between the lines correctly, I would guess that the adjustment was probably a little rough (to put it mildly).

I think this is why the story instance content was weaker than what other updates have provided. It makes sense that if a speaking part had to be cut/diminished, it would be the player character’s. 10 different voice actors for each line of dialogue is a lot more difficult to plan logistics for than a single voice actor reading ten lines.

But it also makes me hopeful that the devs at Anet will continue to learn from whatever might have gone wrong, and I am really excited to see what’s next!

#SotO spoilers

[mamaestapa]

Epilogue: Nine Months

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/N Y/L/N moved to Cincinnati, Ohio for a new start. Move in day arrives and she discovers something terrible...the apartment complex gave her the wrong lease. Instead of living with who she originally was supposed to, she's now living with the hottest quarterback in the NFL, Joe Burrow. Y/N is stuck living in the same apartment with him for a year...which the two are not thrilled about. However, as time goes on, they realize that maybe this wasn't the worst thing that could happen to them. Will Y/N and Joe stay enemies, or will they find themselves falling in love?

•chapter summary: Instagram posts and stories from the past nine months of yours and Joe's life. A great way to wrap up the end of this series❤️

•word count: 1k

•warnings: pregnancy, childbirth, lots of fluff. Witney Carson, Lindsay Arnold, and Sadie Robertson are the face claims for these posts :)

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November 2023-May 2024

November 20, 2023

liked by bengals, itsmemacee, and 879,990 others

tagged: @yourusername @joeyb_9

yourusername and joeyb_9- Unexpected, but so, so loved. Baby girl coming April 2024🩷

comments:

bengals- A BABY BENGAL!!!

burrowsbae- I am SOBBING

nfl- Congratulations!

joeyb_9- 🩷🩷

robinburrow- SO excited to meet her!!!!❤️❤️❤️

itsmemacee- Can't wait to spoil this sweet babe🥰

joeburrowfan- NOOOO. That's enough social media for me today.

erinandrews- This is so exciting!! Cannot wait to meet her😍

y/njoestan- I CALLED IT. SO HAPPY FOR YOU GUYS😭❤️

shiestysbae-i need like four margs and five business days to recover from this news

traviskelce- Congrats y'all!

lahjay10_- Welcome to the daddy club Joey B

jblova- @lahjay10_ Joe's always been in the daddy club wym

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December 12, 2023

@yourusername instagram story

story replies:

itsmemacee reposted second slide:

itsmemacee- cant wait to see baby girl in those outfits!!🥹

y/njoestan reposted first slide:

y/njoestan- omg the bump😭

jb9lover reposted first slide:

jb9lover- I CANT. this is too cute.

January 10, 2024

@yourusername instagram story

story replies:

joeyb_9 reposted story

joeyb_9- I’ve yet to feel her kick

bengalsbabe reposted story

joebrrr reposted story

joebrrr- this is so cute wtf

yourinstagram reposted joeyb_9 story

yourinstagram- she’s just a lil shy

February 14, 2024

liked by samhubbard, yourusername, and 500,009 others

tagged: @yourusername

joeyb_9- Best Valentine's Day yet.

comments:

yourusername- The perfect day. I love you sooo much❤️

burrowsbae- Joe posting on V-day? Y/n must feel so special rn

bengals- Happy Valentine's Dey!

samhubbard- Enjoy your day with the girls, Joe!

shiestysbae- sometimes i forget she's pregnant lol

body_by_hollyyy- Joe🥹 This is SO CUTE😭🩷

joeyb-9- @yourusername ❤️

robinburrow- Miss you three!❤️❤️❤️ (and Bean)

yourmomsusername- Y/n/n, you are glowing!! Miss you sweetie. Happy Valentine's Day to you and Y/n!❤️

alisonkuch- I've haven't been this excited for a baby to be born since ours. Our babies will be besties🤍

teehiggins- Counting down the days...

loganwilsonlb- @teehiggins We all are. So impatient to meet her

emhubbard- @yourusername I think these guys are more excited to meet this baby than you and Joe😂🩷

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February 22, 2024

@yourusername instagram story

story replies:

joeyb_9 reposted story

joeyb_9- ❤️

y/nandjoeupdates reposted story

y/nandjoeupdates- Joe and Y/n saw their girl today!🥰

labjay10_ reposted story

lahjay10_- @joeyb_9 girl already looks like you

March 10, 2024

liked by emhubbard, body_by_hollyyy and 204,119 others

yourusername- My heart is so full. Had the best day celebrating Baby Burrow with the best people. She is already so loved!🩷

comments:

emhubbard- Such a fun day!

itsmemacee- So fun celebrating you and the little lady🩷 You’re going to be the best mama!

robinburrow- We’re ready for you baby girl!!!!❤️

burrow.updates- Looks like a fun day, Y/n! Where’s Joe?

body_by_hollyyy- Literally the BEST day!!! Can’t wait to meet the sweet little lady!!🥹🩷

joeyb_9- She’s already so spoiled.

cincystyles- Beautiful baby shower, Y/n! Hope you enjoyed the clothes we sent for your sweet girl🩷

brittwill- So cute!!

samhubbard- While y’all were having fun…the rest of us were putting a nursery together. She’s already got all of us wrapped around her finger!

yourusername- @samhubbard @loganwilsonlb @teehiggins @lahjay10_ thanks for helping Joe!😉

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April 17, 2024

@yourusername instagram story

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April 24, 2024

@joeyb_9 instagram story

story replies:

joeburrow9fan reposted story

joeburrow9fan- Baby Burrow is here AND Joe and Y/n are engaged!! Congratulations🎉

yourusername reposted first slide

yourusername- My little family❤️

bengals.updates reposted story

bengals.updates- Joe is a dad AND he’s engaged! So happy for these two.

April 28, 2024

liked by loganwilsonlb, nfl, and 900,000 others

tagged: @yourusername @joeyb_9

yourusername and joeyb_9- Josie Lee Burrow🤍 04/24/24

comments:

robinburrow- My beautiful granddaughter!! We love you Josie🩷

bengals- Welcome to the Jungle, Josie!🐯❤️

loganwilsonlb- Congrats guys! She’s beautiful.

itsmemacee- She is the sweetest!!! Congratulations you two!❤️

emhubbard- Josie girl! Cant wait to meet her❤️

shiestysbae- SHES SO CUTE

jb9lova- SOBBING. Congratulations!!!🥹

heykayadams- What a cutie!!

nbsmallerbear- Congrats Joe and Y/n!

lsufootball- Congrats! (and Geaux Tigers)🐯🩷

lahjay10_- I can't believe ur a daddy @joeyb_9

patrickmahomes- Congrats!❤️

body_by_hollyyy- JOSIE LEE!!😭🩷 She is TOO cute, congratulations guys!!🥹

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May 1, 2024

@yourusername Instagram story

story replies:

bengalsbabe reposted story

bengalsbabe- I just KNOW the tumblr girlies are losing it rn over this pic

joeyb_9 reposted story

joeyb_9- How I'm spending my off-season...❤️

May 4, 2024

liked by bengals, yourusername, and 455,090 others

tagged: @yourusername

joeyb_9- My girls (not pictured: Bean, who is also included in that).

comments:

yourusername- We love you so much Joe❤️

joeburrowfan- look at those little blue eyes🥹

susieevans- So sweet!

beanburrow- Mom and baby sister🥹

bengals- Best girl dad🩷

carolthelandlord- I remember when the two of you came to my office and begged for me to do something about your lease...you hated each other for a while LOL. It makes my heart so happy seeing the two of you together with a baby❤️ cray how much changes in a year!

robinburrow- Such beautiful girls! You are one lucky guy, Joe❤️

christenharper- My heart🤍

itsmemacee- I don't think I've ever been so happy for two people! You, Y/n, and Josie are the perfect little family🥰

bengalsbabe- I am so happy for them. Joe deserves this so much

joeyb_9- @yourusername and I love you and Josie

joeburrowupdates- And they lived happily ever after...😉

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hey loves!

i wanted to do this as an epilogue instead of a written chapter. i thought it would be sweet! plus, i had some anons ask for a couple more instagram posts before i finished the series :)

so, it’s official, welcome to the jungle is COMPLETE!!

if some people are interested, I may write some little imagines to go along with this series! like instagram posts, written imagines--from any timeline in this series. so if you have an idea for a little imagine post Josie or something for when Joe and Y/n were still roommates, i'll happily write it ;)

i already wrote the long thank you paragraph in the previous chapter, so i’ll save your time. but i just want to say thank you again. thank you so much for all of the love, support and encouragement you all have given me as i wrote this series. it was a blast and i’m so glad you all enjoyed it as much as i did!🤍🤍

tags: @jackharlow @ilovejoeburroww @dandelionwrites8 @ijustcrypretty @sinners-98-world @a-moment-captured @stainednailpolishremover @spooky-stoner @xoxokiaraaxoxo @kkrenae @hallecarey1 @jordyn14

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow x y/n #joe burrow x you #welcome to the jungle #joe burrow series #joe burrow fic

[parmmykitty]

I'm genuinely so excited to write this! I've been thinking about how this would play out for days! I was thinking about posting a ghost per day and posting the ending on Christmas to follow the story.

The R.P.D. Christmas Carole

Scrooge!Wesker x Secretary!Reader pt.1

Whispers filled the R.P.D. as Albert Wesker walked into work. As he made his way to his office many of the new hires this year were being warned about his behavior. While for the majority of the year Wesker could be described stern, but during the holiday season his mood seemed to sour dramatically. Even those who could claim to be friendly with Wesker tended to leave him be during December. However, with today being Christmas Eve his mood couldn't have been any worse.

"Seriously, don't mess with Wesker today. You'll just add gas to the fire."

"Avoid him at all costs, Rookie. Or else he'll make you work tomorrow."

"I feel so bad for his secretary. Poor thing has been forced to work on Christmas for the last 5 years because of him."

Wesker glared at the gossipers as he passed by. His mood slightly worsening with their audacity to not even hide who they were talking about. Wesker picked up his pace to his office in hope of some peace and quiet.

As Wesker opened the door to the S.T.A.R.S. office his frown only deepened. Christmas decorations were everywhere. Not only was their a wreath on his office door but also a vintage ceramic Christmas tree on his secretary's desk. The other members of S.T.A.R.S. at least had the sense of mind to hide their candy canes and cookies that they were sharing with each other. "And who put this on my door?" Everyone quieted and acted like scolded children. "Well?" He crossed his arms.

"That would be me, sir." Wesker turned to your desk. At first he couldn't believe that you were the one to put that thing on his door, but your eyes showed a little regret. As he looked at you intensely you started to nervously rub your hands together.

Silently he turned to his door and without looking at you, "all these decorations better be gone in 10 minutes. Including your silly tree." He closed his door for a reprieve from his coworkers.

As his door shut everyone let out a sigh. Usually, Wesker was viewed as almost the dad of S.T.A.R.S., but Christmas brought out the worst in him. Anything that the S.T.AR.S. did for the holidays had to be almost undercover. If Wesker even sensed something festive near him he old shut it down immediately.

"I told you he would hate it," Chris collapsed on his chair and pulled his hot chocolate from under his desk. The others moved back to their own desks to get out their own holiday snacks.

You let out a sad sigh before getting up take down the wreath. "I know, but I hoped he would be better this year. He seemed to really enjoy Halloween and liked the Thanksgiving food."

"'Enjoyed'? Did we see the same Wesker? He sat in the corner and didn't even have a costume." Taking the wreath off his door and hiding it behind your own desk. "I mean don't get me wrong I love the guy, but he really doesn't do holidays." Jill walked over to help you take out the plastic ornaments from your ceramic tree before putting the tree away in an empty filing cabinet.

You shrugged at Chris, "at least he showed up. That was kinda a first. Usually he doesn't."

Suddenly the door opened and in came and a man walked into the room. "Hello, how can I help you?" You sat down at your desk to greet him.

"Hello, may I speak to your captain? I would like to ask for donations for Christmas gifts to the Raccoon City Orphanage." Almost everyone in the room winced.

"I can ask for you, sir. I'm not quite sure he's in the best of moods right now." You heard Jill say something under her breath that sounded awfully sarcastic before the man replied, "Oh no! I have to be the one to ask. I have mastered at tugging on people's heartstrings." You let him into Wesker's office before sitting stiffly back at your desk.

"Poor guy." You all shook your heads before turning to the window into his office. Everything was quiet for a few minutes before the man calmly walked out of the room again.

The man seemed to be trembling in his winter boots before he calmed down. "I'm so sorry sir. Please, let me donate some under his name." He walked over to you relieved. "The captain is a little testy this time of year, so please, don't think less of him." You pull out your wallet and give him a twenty. "I know its not much, but have a good day." The man thanked you for your kindness before leaving.

"You're too nice to Wesker sometimes, you know." You look over at your wreath before shaking your head.

"He's probably so mean this time of year for a reason. And he's my friend; I've known him for years. If I don't have his back, who does?"

The rest of the day went by as slowly as every other Christmas Eve spent at work. As the day went by everyone had gone home leaving you alone with Wesker. For the whole day he had only left his office a few times before quickly going back in. When 10pm came around you shut everything down and got ready to leave for the day. You knocked on Wesker's door before letting yourself in.

"I'm leaving for the day, sir." Wesker continued to work without looking up at you.

"Leaving? Already?" You rolled your eyes since he wasn't looking at you.

"It's ten o'clock already, sir. My shift ended two hours ago." He put his papers and pen before finally meeting your eyes.

"Alright. Be here tomorrow at 10." You could've cried right then and there. Yet another year of Christmas at work. There was no way you were going down without a fight.

"Tomorrow is Christmas, sir." He started to collect his things and put on his wool trenchcoat.

"Yes. That's why I said 10 instead of 8." You both walked out of his office and he locked his door. You went to your own desk and got your things together. If you looked at him you would start crying, so you kept your eyes down.

You heard the door close behind you and you finally let a few tears go. Of course, you were expecting this but it still hurt.

As you left the R.P.D. you tried your best to let everyone's cheer that you passed on the street to pick up your own mood. Walking to work was always hard in the winter, but always lifted your spirits with all the decorations and carolers you would pass by. As you got home you hoped tomorrow wouldn't be too bad.

#albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #resident evil #wesker x reader

[fallinforerling]

when we were 18 - eh

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December 10, 2018

“You know what scares me a bit?” You said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence that lingered in the air between Erling and you. 

“What?” He whispered back, a bit sleepy after an hour of cuddling on the couch. You felt his arm squeezing you while he stumbled back to consciousness. 

“The future.” You tilted your head to look at him. “Sometimes it scares me how uncertain it feels.” This confession was a very scary one to make. Even though you were still young and had all your lives ahead, doubts about what would happen to your relationship always filled your mind. 

“What do you mean, elsking?” He fixed his position, propping himself on one elbow to look at your face. His eyebrows were furrowed, making his distaste obvious. “What’s uncertain about it? We’re going to make it. Together.” He said the last word with such conviction that you felt the need to cry. 

It had to be obvious, because one of his hands caressed your cheek, his eyes never leaving yours as you put your hand on top of his, stroking his fingers with a light touch. You hated to bring that expression to his face, but you also needed to say what you were thinking. 

“It’s just that…” You took a deep breath, wanting to keep away the knot that was forming in your throat. “Sometimes I see you, so hungry for more, so focused on your goals and your career… I don’t want to hold you back. I’m not as determined as you; what would happen if...?” You sobbed, closing your eyes to not let the tears leave your eyes. “You’re going to Austria so soon, and I… I can’t come with you.” Deep down, you were also ashamed to confess the next part. “I’m scared that you’ll want to break up because of the distance.” 

You felt like such a bad girlfriend. He made it. Finally, a team bigger than Molde had signed him. He was closer and closer to every important league, and there you were, having still one more year of high school while your boyfriend was moving to another country to play football for a big team. And the worst part was that your biggest preoccupation was your relationship status and not his happiness. Why were you being so selfish?

“No! No, I would never do that. You’re my everything.” He said, brushing your tears as they fell. You felt his kisses on your forehead and temples, which made you slightly smile through the tears. “I wouldn’t let us down, not now, not ever. We’re going to be together no matter what, okay? Distance is just one sacrifice we have to make for a year. Okay?” You nodded, daring to open your eyes to look at him. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.”

July 21, 2019

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Erling, happy birthday to you!” The loud round of applause made Erling flinch as his embarrassed expression looked back at you. You knew he hated this type of thing, but you also knew his family enjoyed it, especially since he had finally come back for a tiny bit thanks to the vacations. 

Your heart raced as you all gathered to watch him blow the candles, make a silent wish, and thank everyone for attending this improvised get-together. It’s been a couple of days since he made it to Norway, but you still couldn’t believe he was really here with you. All those months of quick visits, video calls, texting non-stop, nights full of crying for how much you missed him. It was all coming to an end. 

“I can’t believe you made me do that.” He whispered against your neck as you leaned to hug him by the shoulders. 

“I know, but your mom wanted to sing happy birthday.” You giggled, brushing a hand through his short hair. “Happy 19th birthday, baby.” 

“You’re the best gift of the evening. I love you.” His eyes sparkled when you touched his cheek, and you knew that all these months were worth it. 

Because he was here, with you, after all. And you loved this man so much that sometimes you felt like your heart could explode. 

“And you have no idea how much I love you, Erling.” 

He smiled before kissing you, leaving you breathless after his hand let go of the back of your neck. His family and friends were all scattered around the patio, so you felt free to sit on his lap and be as clingy as you wanted. You’d always loved to sit like this, with his arms around you and his hands massaging your back, just looking at each other. You felt so protected and loved. 

“I need to tell you something.” He said out of nowhere, making your heart skip a bit. You knew that tone. It was the same one he used almost a year ago when he decided to move to Salzburg. 

“What?” You had been together for two years, and if you’d learned anything about your boyfriend, it was that he only said a decision out loud when he was sure of it. And from the look on his face, it was something big. He had made a decision that could change his life, and he felt ready to tell you. 

“I’m not staying in Salzburg for another season.” That phrase alone got your hopes up for a few seconds, only to drop them instantly into the underground. If he wasn’t staying in Austria, he was moving elsewhere. 

“England?” You whispered, knowing he would understand what you were asking. 

“Not yet.” His grip tightened around you. “But if it’s the country I’m thinking of… I want you to come with me.” You both stayed silent, then he took a deep breath. “Please…” 

Your mind raced. You knew it would be difficult, and that perhaps it was a highly stupid decision to just drop your whole life and move countries for your boyfriend, but your heart— and mind—only thought about him. There wasn’t any way that you could spend another year (or years) apart. What would happen if you decided to study in Norway, and then there wouldn’t be time available for you to visit him? What would happen if this sudden change was the one that could finally break you both? You didn’t want to wake up one day and regret saying no. 

“I will.” 

Even though you still feared the future and what could come next, you knew it was worth it if it meant being with him. 

August, 2019 

After Erling’s proposal to move in with him for his next season, you started to plan out many things. Meanwhile, your parents, despite your own assumptions, were thrilled to know that the relationship was moving forward. They’ve loved Erling since your days as friends, so these news were excellent. You were beyond relieved, because you wouldn’t have known how to deal with your parents’ disapproval at times like this. 

Since you’d finished high school and were using the well deserved free time to sort out what you wanted to do with your future, traveling around with Erling was a pleasure that you could finally allow yourself to enjoy. After his birthday party and quick visit at home, you both flew back to Austria, where he finished the season with more trophies than he had planned to win. You both stared at his cabinet, mesmerized by his Player of the Season and the Austrian championship ones shining like gold. You were so proud of him. 

Sitting by the fireplace, you couldn’t help but hold him closer, knowing at heart that this was just the beginning. 

“You’re going to be a star.” You turned to look at his profile. “A big one. Everyone’s going to know your name. Very soon.” 

“You have too much faith in me.” He said it with hesitation, but you knew he wanted the same thing. 

And you knew it wasn’t impossible. Back in May, he had scored nine goals on his own against Honduras; by this point, a lot of people knew who he was. Even if it wasn’t the biggest peak of popularity, his achievements were outstanding. It was a matter of time, but you knew it. He was going to be the best striker to ever exist. 

November, 2019

“Elsking?” Erling’s voice startled you awake from your nap, noticing how it had turned dark outside. Fuck. You slept more than you’d planned. Now your boyfriend had finally arrived from his gym session, and you weren’t even fully awake to greet him. 

“Oh my, I overslept.” You sat up, rubbing your eyes as Erling kissed your head. “Welcome, babe. How was everything?” 

“Dortmund, Germany.” Was his response, leaving you confused and disoriented. You looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, not knowing what he meant by that. 

“Germany?” You asked, still feeling too sleepy to understand. Then he kept looking at you the only way he did when he had just said something meaningful, and you knew. “Dortmund, Germany?!” This question was almost a scream. Hearing that city brought back all those times you catched him watching the Dortmund games a bit too attentively, or when he asked you to practice German “for fun”.  “Borussia Dortmund?” You made the connection right away. You knew the club very well by this point. It was famous for hosting excellent players who later turned out to be worldwide stars. Dortmund was the best place for youngsters with great potential to start. 

Just what Erling needed. 

“That’s amazing! Erling, I’m so proud of you. That club has so much history, you’re going to be great!” You hugged him, realizing what a change— for the better—this was for his career. “It’s such a good thing for you.” 

“But is this what you want?” He said instead, shocking you with the question. “Do you feel comfortable with this change?” His hands went to your face, his thumbs caressing your cheek bones. “I don’t want you to be miserable just because I decided to move to yet another country that’s not home.” 

You didn’t know why Erling’s concern about your opinion surprised you. All these months, you had planned together what was next. His career and yours were intertwined. But of course, he thought you were accommodating to him.

“Baby, I’m not planning my life around yours.” You said, giving him a peck. “I know this is a very sudden change, and that maybe we’ll have to do this many times throughout the years, but I don’t mind. I love you, and my career won’t be affected if we move fifteen times in one year. I want what's best for your career. And home will always be where you are.” 

“I just don’t want you to hate me if I make a decision that affects us in a negative way.” 

You both were so young. And yet again, you knew this was just the beginning of your future with him. 

“Being with a footballer is not an easy thing, I know that. But there won't be a day when I regret loving you and being by your side. No matter what, I’ll always support you, Erling Braut Haaland.” You noticed how he teared up a bit, and you couldn’t do anything but kiss his tears away. 

Just one step more. He deserved this. 

July 20, 2020

It’s been exactly one year since Erling asked you to move with him. It’s been seven months since you started your life in Dortmund. And you couldn’t be happier. 

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Erling followed you around the house, fighting against his training bag as you both came downstairs. “Because if you’re not, I can always call and tell them I had an emergency.” 

You stopped in your tracks, turning around to give him a serious look that made him smirk. 

“You’re not serious about missing training for me, right?” You raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend, knowing damn well that he wasn’t the type to lie to his coach and just miss important training. “I’m just going out alone to do some shopping, it’s not that serious!” 

“But you don’t know how to drive!” He argued back, returning to follow you once you kept walking. “What if you get confused? What if you get lost on the train? What if you ran out of battery? What if—” 

“Erling Braut Haaland!” You shouted, laughing when he almost collided with your body. “Go training and let me handle this!” You pointed to the front door, raising both of your eyebrows when he just stood there. “Now! Go!” 

“Okay, okay!” He laughed, giving you a tiny peck before running to the door. “I love you!” 

“Love you too!” 

Now it was time to get ready. 

July 21, 2020. Early in the morning. 

Erling wasn’t the type of person to sleep in. Never, since he was around ten years old, did he sleep past eight a.m. Only when he started dating you, his days off become something he looked forward to, learning to enjoy sleeping in just because he got to be next to you. That’s why it amused him that, when he finally woke up early that morning, partly because his own body was used to it, he noticed your body missing from your side of the bed. His eyebrows furrowed, eyes still closed, as his hand roamed through the bed. Yep, you weren’t there. 

“Elsking?!” He called, his voice sounding raspier and lower than usual. You didn’t reply, so he opted to look for you. “Babe?” Just as he began to sit in bed, you appeared in the door frame, your smile bigger than ever as your hands carried a tray. “What’s this?” His smile matched yours, not daring to move as you came closer to the bed. 

“Happy 20th birthday to the love of my life!” This time, you didn’t sang happy birthday. Instead, you left the tray full of fruit and pancakes on his lap. This was one of those rare days where he could eat whatever he wanted, and your pancakes were his favorites. “I hope you like them.” 

Erling’s eyes locked on the food displayed on the tray; his head low as he picked up the fork, starting to pinch bits of everything for the first bite. You bit your lip, sitting close to him. Only when the fork didn’t reach his face, did you notice his shoulders shaking slightly. 

“Honey?” You said, caressing his bare skin as he continued to look down. “Is everything okay?” 

“It’s just that…” He sniffed, finally picking up the fork and eating the first bite. “I love your food so much.” His mouth was full, but you still found his words endearing. “And I love you so much. Thank you.” 

You didn’t want to laugh, but you did anyway because he was so adorable. You kissed his cheeks, wiping his tears as he kept eating his birthday breakfast. 

“What do you want to do today?” You said once the tray was empty, sipping the cup of juice since Erling insisted on sharing something. “I know you are tired, so I didn’t plan anything fancy.” 

Actually, you did. Just not the usual fancy stuff your families were used to. Back at home, there was always a party, a reunion, a big important thing where almost every single Haaland relative would visit to celebrate him. It was like that for every single sibling; you knew that even if he loved his family, he also loved his space. So when you finally were alone and, sadly, apart from the traditions, you thought about giving him an experience that was to his liking. 

“I want to be with you.” He simply said, making you smile for the hundredth time in the day. 

“Don’t you want to go out with your friends? Have a little get together?” 

He shook his head. He was a shy person, and you knew it was hard to make friends on the new team, but despite that, they all wanted to wish him a happy birthday and even asked you if you were planning a surprise party. Maybe next year, when your boyfriend feels more comfortable, you will take upon the idea and throw him a big party. 

But for now, it’s only the two of you. 

“Then get ready; I have a little plan.” 

The day was beautiful. Germany was full of life, the sun shining as you both left the apartment, ready to go on an adventure. You had planned this for a couple of weeks, so when you asked him to wear a nice shirt to match your sundress, his eyes flickered with suspicion. You stayed silent even when he tried to bribe you for some information. When you finally arrived at the place and shyly gave him directions from the passenger seat did his mouth fell open. 

“Elksing… How…?” 

“Secret.” You smiled, your eyes going from the little table by the lake to his face.

As you asked from the company, they had built and arranged a private place by their property where you both could accommodate yourselves without the need for their personnel to assist. You wanted it as private as possible, and as you walked down the path, the tent covering you both from the sun, you knew it was perfect. He held your hand even when you took a seat, facing each other. The table had tiny plates with fresh appetizers and a cold bottle of champagne. 

“Do you like it?” You whispered from across the table, attentive to his expressions as he took in the whole decoration. 

They were a bit silly, but you still wanted to tease him. There were tiny golden boots, Bundesliga trophies, and much more hanging from the ceiling, making him giggle. 

“It couldn’t be more perfect.” He said as he took out his phone, starting to snap photos of everything, including you. “You’re perfect.”  

May 13th, 2021

Winners of the DFB Pokal. You watched it all unfold from your seat on the sofa, covering your mouth to stop the tears full of pride that wanted to come out. You knew it. You knew he could make it. 

So far, not even one expectation you had for your boyfriend has come with disappointment. 

He was a star. And the world was there to see.

Two goals on your boyfriend’s behalf, which looked so easily made even though he was just recovering from an injury, were the final touch for their victory; you felt a sudden sadness for not being able to be there, for not being able to hug him and tell him how proud you were right there and then. No one was allowed to. The pandemic was an obscure phase in your lives, where you couldn’t go out at all, and if it weren’t for Erling, the experience of studying remotely by yourself would be a lot more depressing. 

You couldn’t wait for him to get home. 

But, being realistic, you wouldn’t see him for at least a day more. Between the hours of traveling from Berlin to Dortmund, and the fact that he was going to celebrate with his teammates, chances were indicating that your boyfriend would be arriving tomorrow night. 

With a sigh, you stared at the screen again, where you could see all the Borussia guys fooling around, their screams of happiness perfectly clear as the stadium was empty. You could even make out Erling’s, Jude’s, and Gio’s voices between the loud noises. With a smile, you stayed until the transmission was over and the screen became black. 

Looking around, you felt lonelier than ever inside the apartment. You’d been without your boyfriend’s company for two days, and even if you were used to it by this point, knowing that you couldn’t do anything to change it made it worse. 

“That’s okay.” You whispered to yourself, wanting to fill the apartment’s silence. “I’ll just call him.”

You waited a good ten minutes before even trying to call. You didn’t expect him to answer, but at the third ring, you were greeted with muffled voices, harsh noises, and your boyfriend’s laugh.

“Elksing?!” He screamed at the phone, sounding happier than ever. Adorable. “Did you see us? Did you see me?”

“I did! I’m so proud of you, baby! I can’t believe it’s finally yours. Please, take photos for me! I want to see it all!”

“Of course I will!” Then the muffled voices became clearer; they were screaming Erling’s name. “Gotta go, honey. I promise I’ll be home as soon as I can! I love you!”

“Love you too!” You said before the line went silent. With a sigh, you looked around. “Well, time to read.”

May 14th, late at night 

You first thought it was part of your dreams, but as the noises became louder, startling you into consciousness, you figured someone had just broken in. Sitting in bed, you listened carefully as you reached for your phone, thinking about a whole lot of horrible things that could happen if you didn’t react fast enough.

The bedroom door slammed open, making you scream. Then the person at the door screamed as well, and you noticed that the tall figure seemed very familiar. 

“Erling?!” You shouted, placing one hand above your heart as your boyfriend stumbled a bit while making his way to your side of the bed. 

“Baby! Sorry if I scared you. I thought you knew I was coming home!”

His words came out slurry, and then it clicked.

“Oh my god.” You laughed, making space for him to sit beside you. “You’re wasted, honey.”

“Me?!” He scoffed, offended by your very good assumption. “I’m fineeee.”

“Right.” You giggled, glancing at his clothes, which were all Dortmund related. “Wanna sleep, or do you want water?”

“Nope. I wanna cuddle with my girl.” He pushed himself further into the bed, practically making you slide back into your back. “I missed you so much.” Burying his head in the crook of your neck, he made himself comfortable on top of you, snuggling until he was practically using you as a pillow. 

“I missed you too.” Taking your hands to his now longer hair, you started massaging his scalp. “You did so well. I knew you would win.”

“I always thought about you while being up there.” His voice reverberated in your chest as he quietly spoke, his lips skimming your skin. “About how I had to make it for you. I hope you know those two goals were dedicated to you. And only you.”

Your heart skipped a bit; still caressing his head and neck, you kissed him multiple times on the forehead. No words were needed between the two while you fell asleep together, hugging each other closely until the next morning.  

July 21, 2021

“Hello, hello, Mrs. Haaland.” Jude’s voice whispered behind you as you made the final touches to Erling’s dinner table. 

A smirk crept to your lips as you eyed the person who turned out to be your boyfriend’s best friend in Dortmund. Jude, although a teenager, was tall and full of the confidence of someone who was used to being liked by everyone. You weren’t the exception. The midfielder was an adorable guy, and you liked him for all the times he supported Erling, especially when you weren’t able to do so. 

“Hey, Jude.” You smiled back, noticing how he was the first one to arrive. “You’re early!” 

“I couldn’t miss that prick getting surprised by a bunch of people for anything in the world.” He replied, eyeing the table full of gifts and balloons. “You’re always outdoing yourself, huh.” His playful smirk made you giggle as you finally left the table alone, giving him a glance. 

“I try my best. Now, seeing that you’re in such a good mood, put this on.” You grabbed one birthday cap from the decoration, handing it to him.

“Sorry, miss, but I’m not trying to ruin my hair with that.” 

Then Alfie, Astor and Gabrielle entered the room, carrying even more gifts, each wearing that silly hat Jude refused to wear. You eyed Jude again, knowing there wasn’t a chance for him to escape his fate. 

“God, okay. Give me that.” 

 “Hello, sister-in-law.” Gabrielle greeted, hugging you as close as her pregnant belly allowed. “Hello, Judey.” 

“Hey, Gab.” You both said, Jude leaving shortly after, apparently being too shy to actually stick around and chat. “Look at you, my precious baby is growing so fast.” You rubbed her belly, feeling a burst of excitement every time you remembered that a little nephew was on his way. “I can’t wait to meet him.” 

“He can’t wait to meet you.” She hugged you, making her smile contagious.  

As the minutes passed, more guests started to come, which was exciting. You knew Erling wasn’t too eager to be surprised or have big birthday parties, but you knew he would appreciate the gesture if he saw all of his teammates and family. Even you, who he thought was back at home for work. Like you could ever allow yourself to miss his birthday. 

After ten minutes, you had everyone wearing a hat, some willingly, others just hesitantly, giving you stares from time to time that made Gabrielle laugh. 

“Alright! We better be very careful not to make any noise. He’s about to arrive!” You shouted, asking the restaurant’s staff to please turn off the lights. 

You all squatted behind the furniture, waiting until the curtains started to open, Erling’s figure briefly illuminated by outside’s light before the room came back to life, and shouts of “surprise” startled him. You all clapped as he smiled, shocked by the amount of people. You stepped forward, catching his eye while he stood there, surprised before he shouted “baby!”, hugging you so tight you had trouble breathing. Your feet left the floor, his strong hands held you as he whispered against your neck. 

“I can’t believe you’re here!” Once he left you back on the floor, you held his face, not caring for the people watching. “I thought you were at home, working.” 

“And you believed me? Bold of you to assume I’ll ever miss your birthday.” You pecked him, enjoying how he still seemed beyond startled to see you right in front of him. 

“You’re so annoying.” He giggled, hugging you again before actually greeting everyone else. 

The evening was exactly what you expected: everyone laughing, Erling getting excited by the gifts, and shy every time someone filmed him. You all got drunk (making sure Jude stayed in line and only drank one glass of champagne), and at the end of the night, the Polaroid cameras you bought were the greatest idea ever. 

Everyone got to keep some, but after the party, when you were returning alone to the apartment, you started to go through the bag full of photos you got. There were blurry ones, or others where Erling didn’t appear at all. But then you found them. 

The photo was clear, with the flash making the decoration all shine around you. You were sitting on Erling’s lap, hugging his neck as he kissed your cheek. You had the biggest smile on your face, both of your party hats inclined to the left. You grabbed it, separating it from the rest and putting it in your purse. 

“Thank you for today.” Erling’s voice took you out of the trance, making you stare at him. His face was slightly red, his eyes half-shut. “You’re the light of my life.”

“Thank you for being with me for another year. I love you.” 

And if you kissed a bit too long for the driver’s liking, you could always blame the alcohol.

September 23, 2021 

“He ruptured his thigh muscle, honey. I don’t think he’ll be able to perform for a while.”

“How long?” You asked, having flashbacks of Erling’s first serious injury, where he had to hold back and just rest if he wanted to be in top form for future games. It drove him crazy. 

“At least a month; maybe less if he behaves himself.” The physio replied, glancing back to the room where Erling was huffing, looking at the ceiling as another physio continued his examination. “I gotta ask you a favor. Please, don’t let his ego take over and make him do something stupid, okay?” You nodded, your eyes still glued on your boyfriend’s figure. “We need him. And he’s a fantastic player, we can’t let him destroy his career.”

“I’ll make sure of it. Thank you, doc.” He nodded, going back into the recovery room. 

You signed, pacing back and forth while Erling’s examination was done. You couldn’t believe it, not even after you saw the injury happening. It was like a nightmare all over again. 

“Baby?” His voice startled you. You didn’t see him getting out of the room. You smiled, not wanting to make him feel any worse than he was already feeling. 

“My love.” You hugged him, sighing when he held you closer, taking a deep breath. “Everything’s gonna be alright, okay? You just need to rest and then you’re going to be back on the pitch before you know it.”

“I hate this.” He said, still hugging you. 

“I know.” Was your only reply, knowing how bad it was for him. 

There was nothing he hated more than being away from the pitch at times where he was needed. 

October 21, 2021

“Again?” You asked in shock, receiving the physio’s news like a bucket of freezing water that had been suddenly poured on you. “It’s been less than a month!” You wanted to cry. Of course this would happen. 

“Actually, it’s been ten days since his recovery.” The doctor’s tone indicated everything but good news. You knew it was bad, you knew it. “He came back too soon.”

“I know. I know. I tried to tell him that—”

“This isn’t your fault, dear. I know I told you to look out for him, but it’s not your responsibility if he chooses to be a bad patient.” The man rubbed his forehead. “Look, I know this isn’t the best thing ever, but I’ll have to give him a longer recovery time or we’ll damage his body to a point of no return. You get me?”

“I’ll do whatever I can to make him follow the instructions.” You didn’t know what else to say. 

You were worried sick, but nothing else was in your power to make this change or go away. You always expected the next injury to be the last, but nothing worked. Sometimes, you wanted him to see the real danger in going back to the pitch way before it was prudent. 

“You’re going to destroy your body if you don’t pay attention to it, Erling.” You didn’t want to sound harsh, but you didn’t want this to become a regular thing. 

“I know what I’m doing, elskling.” His harsh tone surprised you, but you let it pass. 

The last thing you wanted was to stress him out or argue over something that wasn’t going to change. 

“I missed three games last time. God knows how many fucking more I’m going to miss this time.” 

Oh, he was mad. 

“Let’s just hope for the best, okay?” You grabbed his hand, walking side by side as you moved to the parking lot. 

His thumb brushed your hand, a little smile lingering on his lips as you kissed his arm. 

“I’ll think of this as an opportunity to have a little vacation with you, elsking.” Those words alone seemed to cheer him up. 

Let this be his last injury, please. 

December 2021

“Merry Christmas, everyone!” Gabrielle shouted, walking around with such energy that you couldn’t believe she had a baby four months ago. Everyone kept an eye on her in case she wanted to lift something heavy or do an outrageous thing just because she was feeling fine. Especially on Christmas while she was around her younger siblings.

“Merry Christmas!” You all replied, lifting the non-alcoholic beers she made you all drink out of respect. 

Erling giggled when his sister sat next to her husband, chatting about God knows what while eyeing his drink, knowing she was making sure he wasn’t drinking anything out of line. You snuggled a bit more into your boyfriend’s arms, watching his little sisters run around Astor and his girlfriend, who seemed to have a gift with kids. 

“She’s so patient with them. I need that type of self-control.” You said, knowing you weren’t mentally ready to babysit the twins for more than a day. 

“Well, you’re pretty patient with this little guy right here.” His finger caressed his nephew’s cheek, who was asleep in your arms. “You’re pretty good with kids, y’know.” He gave you the look he had been giving you every time you held the baby. “And you look so gorgeous holding one.” 

“Whatever you’re thinking, no.” You giggled, not wanting to wake up the little angel you were holding. “Not yet, at least.” You whispered, biting your lip. 

“I’ll take that as a promise for later, elsking.” He said, giving his drink a sip. 

This damn man. 

January, 2022

“He can’t go on like this, he rather rests or he’ll ruin his body. He had serious injuries in a short period of time, we can’t risk it.” You listened to the physio’s words with a deep frown, knowing very well he was right. 

This was Erling’s call to stop. And you’ll make him before something terrible happens. 

“You know what I’m about to say, right?” You asked once you were inside the car, away from any spying eyes. 

You really wanted this to go away without a discussion, but you had been there, with your opinions buried deep down as Erling recovered and came straight back to games at full time. You wouldn’t let that happen again. 

He signed, still looking out the window. He was avoiding your gaze. 

“I know.” 

“You need to take this seriously. Three injuries in less than a year? Do you think it’s normal?” When he didn’t answer, you kept going. “I won’t let you ruin your body or your chances to make your career as big as you want just because you won’t let the team down.” You parked in front of the apartment, the both of you sitting in silence for a few minutes. 

“They need me, elsking.” 

“Yeah? And what about your health?” You turned to face him, wanting him to understand. “What would happen if you injure yourself beyond recovery? What would happen if you can’t perform like you used to because of your ego?” 

“That’s not—” 

“Or you recover, exercise, and rest like you need to, or I’ll go back home. Because I won’t sit around to watch my boyfriend destroy himself.” His eyes became wide open, a hint of hurt in them. It sucked to be causing it, but it was necessary. “And yes, it’s an ultimatum.” You got out of the car before he had anything else to say, not wanting to let your guard down. 

Later that night… 

“You aren’t serious, right?” His voice whispered against your shoulder as he came into bed, lifting the covers just enough to fit. You stayed silent as he held you, hugging you from behind until you were engulfed by his body. “Please, don’t leave me.” 

“I’m  not leaving you.” You said, resting your head on his bicep. “I just… I can’t stand to see you rush onto the pitch before the injury heals again. I know you love your team, but I can’t pretend I’m okay with it. You’re hurting yourself, Erling..” 

The room was obscure and silent, the perfect time to really let out your thoughts. It reminded you of that time years ago when you confessed how scared you were of the future. 

“And if you insist on doing it, then I won’t be next to you. At least not until you come to your senses and start taking the injuries seriously.” You continued. “Tell me you understand why I said what I said back in the car.” 

“I do… Look,I know I fucked up the last two times. I just… can’t stand the thought of letting my team down. But, again, I wasn’t doing the right thing if I was just thinking about them and not me… Or us.” He breathed out, kissing your skin. “I’m sorry for being so stubborn.” 

“I’m sorry for implying that I’ll leave you.” You laughed, feeling guilty again. “I just wanted to get a reaction out of you. To shake you a bit.” 

“That’s okay, I needed it.” He paused. “You still love me, right?” 

“Of course I love you, don’t be silly.” You giggled, turning around to kiss him. 

May 14th, 2022

It was time to say goodbye to Germany. It was time to say goodbye to Dortmund. 

You couldn’t stop tearing up from time to time during the day as you two got ready for his last matchday in Dortmund. The sight of the black and yellow shirt filled your heart with sadness as you put it on, peeking at the number nine embroidered on the back. 

“I’m gonna miss this apartment.” You whispered, looking at the empty spaces your things had left behind. Everything was on its way to England. 

Manchester, England, to be more specific. 

“Me too.” Your boyfriend said next to you. “And I’m going to miss you in yellow and black. It suits you so well.” 

“Me? What about you?” You smiled, hugging his waist. “We had good times here.” His eyebrows wiggled a bit at that, making you scoff a bit. “You’re so disgusting,” 

“You don’t seem to mind when I—” 

“Guys, are you ready?” Gabrielle entered the room, her little son wiggling in her arms as he tried to talk, but only a few infant sounds came out. “He’s so excited; look at his little clothes.” 

“You look adorable, bubba!” You said, taking him from her arms. “Who’s my handsome boy? Look at Dortmund’s best player.” 

“Hey, I think you’re meaning to say that to me.” Erling said behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder to take a better look at his nephew’s face. “You better stay away from your aunt, little bud. She’s mine.” 

“Oh, stop it.” You said, noticing how the baby just giggled at Erling’s words. “Very mature, uncle Erling.” 

“I know; that’s what you love the most about me.” You smirked, not wanting to admit it. “That’s fine, I don’t need you to say a word to know I’m right.” 

“Very well, lovebirds. We better get going or Erling will be late.” Alfie appeared at the door, smiling at the sight of his grandson. “Isn’t he adorable?”

You all nodded, enamored by the little baby. The twins came running, asking how long it would take to be at the game. They loved football. 

“Alright, alright! Let’s go, everybody to the cars!”

Erling and you went to the car by yourselves, enjoying the silence as he drove around the city one last time, making you remember all the little dates and sweet times you lived there next to him. You will really miss this city. You learned to love, live, and care for Dortmund beyond the fact that Erling played for the club. Now, you had to get used to not being in front of the yellow wall every time your team won. 

Once you made it to the stadium, you went separate ways. He had to change into his training gear, and you needed to catch up with the Haalands at the VIP box. The yellow wall was roaring from the energy of fans and family, all reunited to say goodbye to Erling. It took you a long moment to process it as you sat down, feeling the tears from earlier fill your eyes again, knowing this was the last time for a very long time where you would experience the feeling of belonging to the BVB family. 

“There’s nothing like this, my dear.” Alfie said next to you, his own eyes a bit glistening as he kept looking straight ahead, admiring the yellow wall like you were seconds ago. 

“I love this team, Alfie. I’m going to miss them so much.” 

And you knew Erling would too. That team had been his family for three years, and his good friends were staying here while he went ahead and made a change for the better. As horrible as it was, if he wanted to progress, he needed to leave Dortmund. Nonetheless, it didn’t make his last goodbye any less painful. 

The game was spectacular, and Erling gave a performance that proved why he was one of BVB’s most beloved players during his time there. The cheering, the flags, the signs with his name and face— you truly didn’t know how Erling held back the tears until he entered the dressing room. You were waiting him there, hugging him despite the sweat and grass stuck to his face, kissing him and whispering how proud you were and how much you knew it was hurting for him to say goodbye 

All of his teammates gave him hugs, kisses, jokes, and said goodbye to you with the same sadness you were feeling. Even Jude was emotional, but you pretended not to notice when he started to tear up. 

“Take good care of him, I know he’s going to need it.” Was the last joke you heard from him before he disappeared through the door. 

“I’m gonna miss you too.” Erling yelled at his direction, smiling through the tears he was not ashamed to show. 

June 10th, 2022

Manchester. The breezy city welcomed you once you left the private plane, making you push your nose deeper into your hoodie as security guided you to the car. Erling’s physical exams were today, and as always, he asked you to accompany him. You weren’t ready for the City’s team to be there, not only to welcome you, but also to film the whole process as introductory footage for the fans. 

“Don’t worry, we can edit you out of the video if you’re not feeling comfortable.” One of the cameramen said, smiling at you. 

“Yes, thank you. That would be awesome.” It wasn’t that you weren’t comfortable about your relationship with Erling, which was impossible by this point, but your presence was something that not many people knew unless they dug it up. 

It was an ongoing joke how many fans didn’t know about Erling having a girlfriend—a years-long girlfriend, in fact— who was with him most of the time, and even then, you were a rumor, which was the funniest part of it all. The little privacy you could get while dating a famous person was very appreciated. You knew it couldn’t stay like that forever, but as long as you two could, you'd maintain it. 

“Baby, you first.” Erling’s hand covered the small of your back, guiding you inside the car before he and Alfie followed. “It’s so windy.” 

“Right? I wasn’t ready for this weather. But, again…” 

“England.” You said together, laughing.

“Hey, don’t start making fun of your new home, kids. That’s rude.” Alfie scolded you, but at the same time, he was wearing the most mischievous smile ever. He was such a prick. “Well, we’re almost there, let’s get ready.” 

“Hey, after this, we’re going to see the new apartment, okay?” Erling whispered in your ear before you all followed Alfie to Manchester City’s medical ground. 

That mention of your new home brings excitement and a smile to your lips. 

“I can’t wait.” 

July 10th, 2022

Presentation day. You spent the whole morning murmuring it as you got ready next to Erling, making him smile at your antics. You were way more excited than him, which made him laugh at you. 

“Baby, you look gorgeous in everything. Let’s go.” He kept watching you from above his phone, his body resting on the bed without a worry in the world. 

“Coming! I just need to see which shoes look the best.” You turned to show him the two pairs of blue Jordans, one royal blue and the other baby blue. When you detailed him, your eyebrows furrowed. “Besides, you haven’t done your hair, and your shirt is there instead of your body.” 

Even though the vision of his half-naked body was still mesmerizing to you after four years, you really needed him to get going. It didn’t have anything to do with you being barely done. He was the star of the show. 

“I’ll get it on a bun now, don’t worry.” You smiled at his blonde hair being all over the place, something you barely see nowadays. 

“I love when you have your hair down.” You signed, turning again to face the closet. “Okay, I’ll just wear jeans like you. Can you pick a cute purse, I’m going to look for my perfume.” 

You heard him laugh from the room. 

July 11— 2 a.m. 

“Oh, my—” You both laughed hysterically as you reached the elevator, your bodies colliding with the walls, and you barely held Erling’s body straight enough to walk. “We’re… so wasted.” You murmured, pushing your boyfriend into the tiny space. “We have to drink water.” 

“Mmmh, you can drink something else.” His smirk gave away what he was suggesting, making you giggle as his hands roamed through your body. “You look amazing.” 

“No, you look amazing.” You pecked his lips until the doors opened, revealing your apartment’s private hallway. “Can you walk or do you need me to carry you?” 

You both laughed again at the suggestion, taking tiny steps until you were finally inside the apartment, turning all the lights on. The kitchen was as you left it, with a few empty glasses on the counter and fruit on display. Your boyfriend went for an apple while you grabbed a whole bottle of water. 

“Here, drink this, or you’ll have the worst hangover ever tomorrow.” 

“Always looking out for me.” He kissed you briefly, taking the bottle from your hand. It was half-empty from your own thirst. “Let’s go to bed, I’m so tired.”

You didn’t put up a fight. As much as you loved partying with your boyfriend, you were always destroyed after a night out. Not only did you reunite with old friends— like Martin and Akanji— but the constant dancing, mixing drinks, and people recognizing Erling emptied your social battery. 

You promised yourself to shower in the morning as you took off your makeup and Erling undid his hair. You both exchanged looks through the mirror, silently smiling as you brushed your teeth. Only when you were snuggled in bed, did your boyfriend say something. 

“I can’t wait to marry you.” He kissed your head and fell fast asleep. 

“I can’t wait to marry you either.” You murmured against his neck, knowing he wasn’t hearing you. 

July 21, 2022

On Erling’s 22nd birthday, you struggled to hide the plans you had for the day. You loved to celebrate his birthdays, even more since you two began to compete over who gave the other the best surprise. This time, it was a bit more difficult to do something new or different, but you supposed that getting his childhood friends next to his best mates at Dortmund to fly over for a surprise party in Malagá wasn’t a bad start. 

You were going to blow his mind. 

As you sneaked around the closet, collecting all of his favorite pieces, next to a new pair of Jordans that you hunted down for more than a month, you begged for him to sleep in a bit more as you closed the two suitcases that were accompanying you to Spain. 

“Elksing?!” You heard him shout, letting you know that he had already noticed your absence from the bed. “Come hug me!” 

“Hello, birthday boy!” You said as you peeked your head into the main room, scrunching your nose at the sight of your sleepy boyfriend doing grabby hands in your direction. “Good morning.” You whispered before kissing him, giggling when his arms hugged you tightly, making you go back to bed. 

“You smell amazing.” He kissed your cheek, biting slightly. 

“That’s the food, baby.” His eyes opened, an interested look greeting you. “Now I have your attention?”

“You always have my attention, sweet. But, you know, I won’t mind some food.”

“Well, better hurry up, then. We have to catch a flight at 6 p.m.” You left the bed while he stayed there, looking at you dumbfounded. 

“What do you mean ‘a flight’?” He shouted once you were out of sight. 

“You know exactly what that word means, Haaland!”

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“I thought you were kidding, babe!” Erling’s voice was still a bit raspy from sleeping, but his eyes were awake as he saw you taking the two suitcases out of the house. His hair was wet against his neck, a few drops staining the collar of his shirt while he stood there, not knowing what to do. “You can’t be serious. Are we really going out of the country?” 

“Of course we are.” You were really enjoying having the upper-hand over your boyfriend. His confused expression was worth all the secrecy of the past week. “C’mon, get in the car. And no more questions.” 

“Fine, fine. You’re the boss.” He laughed, getting in the passenger’s seat, which was a rare thing. “This is weird; I always drive.” 

“Well, now you don’t. Relax! Eat some snacks… But don’t you dare to check your phone.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because I said so.”

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“Spain?!” The shock on his voice was palpable, making you smirk as you sat on the plane. “Baby, there’s no way you’re serious. Spain?!” 

“Oh, I’m totally serious.” The satisfaction that your plan being successful gave you was beyond imagination. “Now let’s see how you outdo this.”

A smile appeared on Erling’s face, his eyes recognizing your hunger for competition. 

“You’re such a tricker. This isn’t fair, elsking.” He made a gesture to point at the VIP seats and your next destiny. “This is playing dirty.”

“We play to win, don’t we?” 

He laughed out loud, startling an old man sitting across the hall. You two exchanged a look, not wanting to disrupt the peace as the plane took off, leaving you three hours ahead, where Erling would most definitely try to bribe you for some information. 

Only when he saw the huge group of people waiting for him at the airport, did he realize the reach of your plan. You only smiled through it all, taking a liking to his mesmerized expression and the happiness he wore for the extent of the weekend, not stopping for one second the kisses, hugs, and “thank yous” every time you were close. 

August 7, 2022

Your eyes were glued to the pitch, your heartbeat racing every time you saw a player coming out of the tunnel. Alfie kept making fun of you, saying how you were more nervous than Erling himself.

But you couldn’t help it. This was his debut for Manchester City. This was it, the big step you two were waiting for. 

“I’m sure you can dig a hole in the floor with how much you are pacing around. Come here, enjoy some of the catering.” Alfie pointed to the table in front of him, filled with everything your stomach could wish for. Sadly, yours was closed for the day, the nerves making it impossible to get anything but juice or water. 

“I feel like I’m going to vomit, Alf.” You sat on your designated bench, biting your lip as you kept your eyes wandering on the pitch, finally seeing Erling. He was doing his exercises, but you couldn’t make out his face. “Look at him!”

Alfie wasn’t as vocal about his excitement as you were, but he came next to you to see his son, smiling before nodding. 

“He’s a champ, he can do it.” His hand brushed your shoulder, trying to calm you. “You know he’s going to make it.”

You nodded, knowing very well how talented your boyfriend was. Nonetheless, you were really nervous. After a few minutes, Erling’s manager and some friends of Alfie's started to arrive, making small talk before the game. You tried to ease up, finally encouraged enough to take a small plate with fruit to have for breakfast as you saw all the players depart from the pitch and into the tunnels. 

After a few minutes, you saw them coming out again, their faces serious and obviously concentrated,  as the first steps of the match began. Your heart started to race, and your breathing was irregular throughout the match. Only when Erling scored did you come back to life, screaming and cheering next to Alfie, who hugged you like his life depended on it.

The whole VIP section came to life, and the cheering of the fans made you nearly cry. You saw Erling make his trademark celebration, knowing that this moment was the one he had been looking for ever since he joined Manchester. 

What a way to start the season.

December, 2022

“Tante!” (Aunt!) Erling’s nephew stumbled, taking a few steps before falling on his bottom, still smiling like the happy baby he was. “Onkel!” (Uncle!)

“Hi, my angel!” You greeted, lifting him from the ground to kiss his cheek, making him giggle. “Oh, how I missed you!”

“We missed you too, darling.” Gabrielle kissed you on the cheek before pushing his brother’s arm. “Hello.”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t sense any tension in that greeting.” His sarcasm made you giggle, your eyes still glued to the baby’s features. 

“You’re growing up so fast! I can’t believe it.” You kissed his head, walking from here to there just to keep him entertained. 

“You still look amazing with a baby, just saying.” Erling said before greeting his nephew, kissing his head the same way you did. His golden hair was the exact shade of Erling’s, making your head go a bit dizzy. 

It was easy to imagine a baby that looked like both of you. 

“Stop that or I’ll get the wrong ideas stuck in my brain.” Your eyes went to your boyfriend’s face, seeing his smile just enough to let you know that was his plan. “You’re an evil man.”

“Evil or not, it’s just a matter of time.” One side of his mouth lifted, making you gasp. 

“I’m going away.” 

“Don’t run away from me!”

June 11, 2023

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[ellieswifie]

hi!! i wondering if you could do a matt fic based off of the song “all too well (10 minute version)” by taylor swift? maybe it can take place a few moths after the reader and matt’s breakup? i love your writing btw!

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all too well tmv | matt sturniolo

♪ all too well tmv - taylor swift

summary: you and matt were happy, but push comes to shove and years later you guys see each other’s future and your not in it. (ft. all too well 10 minute version short film.)

warnings: matt!exboyfriend x fem!reader, no happy ending (i’m sorry guys!), shouting, cursing, little gore, toxic relationship , use of y/n (once), the other woman

authors note: so this has been the drafts since august bc i don't think it's one of my best works. i tried my best to incorporate the film to this fic as best as i could but i believe i failed. i’m glad you enjoy my content, and i hope you enjoy this too!! ps!! i skipped some lyrics so don’t get too confused haha.

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an upstate escape, past

your walking hand in hand with your boyfriend, matt as you walk through the door of his parents house. it was freezing outside mid october. leaves were falling, air was cold, everything felt perfect.

"i walked through the door with you, air is cold. something about it felt like home."

matt’s head turned to you while he untwined your hands and rushed to turn the heater on. the house was quiet as you followed matt towards the living room where he lit a fresh fire in the fireplace.

you couldn’t help but smile at his face noticing how quickly he was to turn the fireplace on. his face grew flushed as you reached for the scarf hanging around your neck to place it on the near by couch.

“and i, left my scarf there at your sister's house and you've still got it in your drawer even now"

before kneeling down besides your boyfriend and wrapping your cold hands around him.

"warm enough?" he whispered, rubbing his hands towards the fire.

you nodded, kissing his cheek. a cheeky smile spreading against my face.

there isn’t much to do in small town boston. going into city causes loud noises and angry drivers, two options why you and matt decided taking a stroll through the woods is a better idea. matt grew up going to this creek that wasn’t too far away from where he lived. he enjoyed growing there with his brothers and old time friends.

you’ve met chris and nick several times before you and matt called things official. you admired how funny chris was, and how quick nick is at speaking his mind.

and matt. you lived just about anything matt said. the smallest things he’d say or do made you smile and stare at him like he was everything to you. and he was. he was everything you needed and cared about always.

"oh, your sweet disposition. and my wide-eyed gaze"

"so when’s nick and chris coming up?" you asked as you sat in the passenger seat while matt drove. his eyes were focused on the road ahead, attempting to find a parking spot or somewhere to park before the two of you started your trail.

"umm chris said sometime later tonight. but it’s chris he’ll probably not be leaving til tonight." matt replied, switching through the radio stations. you nodded your head, watching him. he turns and smiles at you before reaching for your hand once he’s found a good song on the radio.

"we're singing in the car, getting lost upstate."

your eyes tore from matt’s as you tightened your hold on his hand. nothing with matt felt real. it was incredible how the air felt so crisp and clean, the way the wind in your hair caused goosebumps along your skin. the leaves falling down like december snow.

it was like heaven with matt.

"autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place. and i can picture it after all these days."

the first crack in the glass

when matt asked you if you wanted to meet his friends, you were immediately excited at first. you already knew some of the kids he grew up with in the past, but meeting his new youtube friends seemed exciting, but also incredibly nerve racking.

you all sat at a large dinner table seated for eight while matt, nick, and chris and all their friends sat around it. you were seated beside matt as you listened in on what the group was talking about. majority of the group was doing big things.

it was youtube, music, podcast, etc.

but you. you were just you. continuing your major in college, just shaking your head when someone mentioned if we’re getting into social media.

matt and you knew social media wasn’t in the pictures for you, but you lived what matt was doing with his life and supported him and his brothers channel.

you listened as nick and chris called matt out for all of his silly childhood behaviors. you couldn’t help but laugh at your boyfriends flushed face when his brothers started pulling out pictures of him from when he was younger.

"photo album on the counter. your cheeks were turning red. Your cheeks were turning red. You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin-sized bed."

his friends all around laugh for a long moment, before bringing out more social media career opportunities. it made you feel out of place, unwanted. your eyes looked towards matt while he continued listening to one of his friends talk about touring. you wanted to feel matthew’s comfort in any shape or form, but his eyes were glued to anything but you.

you groaned, picking at the food in front of you, thinking about some of past conversations you’ve had with matt. every little conversation ending in sweet "i love you’s" or meaningful kisses. you just loved that about him. you loved his love language was always physical touch and affection.

"and your mother’s telling stories ’bout you on the tee-ball team. you told me ’bout your past thinking your future was me."

so you did what any girl who wanted comfort would do. you reached to hold your boyfriends hand, but his body jerked slightly, placing your palm back on the table where it was before. he patted softly, pissing you off, but crowding your thoughts with sadness. you couldn’t believe what just happened.

you felt embarrassed.

you just wanted to walk out right then and there, and leave. but you just sat there, staring at it hand for a long moment before meeting eyes with your boyfriend. he sent you a smile which made you more angry.

so you turned your body away from him, making yourself feel invisible.

"you taught me 'bout your past, thinkin' your future was me.”

"hey your quiet.." you heard matt whisper behind you as you tossed the remaining dishes from your guest into the sink. "what’s up?"

you wanted to ignore him so bad. you felt childish for getting mad over something so small and meaningless, but you just felt so out of place and angry. it just felt like he didn’t care. like you were a ghost.

"he's gonna say it's love, you never called it what it was."

"nothing." you hissed back, scrubbing the dish a little too hard. "i’m just tired."

your boyfriend nodded, moving around the kitchen to place a soft kiss against your forehead. "i’m tired too, dinner was good."

"yeah, sure whatever."

matt head darted toward your annoyed tone. he was finally catching on. “what’s wrong with you?"

the breath that escaped your lips was heavy. you wanted to shove your arms at his chest and shout and scream at how angry he made you feel, but you couldn’t snap the cord, not yet.

"nothing. i’m fine."

"you sound pissed and far from fine." he repsoned, leaning against a counter, across from where you stood, back turned.

"i’m not pissed, i’m just-" the plate in your hands shattered, making a loud clattering noise. you gasped, a large piece of glass scraping against your palm, causing blood to drip. "shit." you hissed, immediately grabbing the cloth.

"'til we were dead and gone and buried. check the pulse and come back swearing it's the same."

"fuck-" matt curses under his breath. walking toward you, but you placed your steady hand towards his chest, stopping him.

"and then you wondered where it went to as I reached for you. but all I felt was shame…"

"i’m fine." you argued. matt stepped back watching your eye brows draw together in anger. "just- why do you have this fucking problem with me when we are around people? it makes my skin crawl."

matt grew confused watching you. "problem? what are you talking about, babe?"

you nearly laughed at his comment. he knew exactly what you were talking about. it’s like he has this on and off switch. when your together, alone he’s obsessed with you. buying you gifts, loving you, he only has eyes on you. when you guys are in public, with friends it’s like he’s distracted, never noticing your there.

like at dinner…

"oh i don’t know, maybe the fact you dropped my fucking hand in front of everyone. then send me a smile like it didn’t happen."

matt stood still, watching you grow angry. he didn’t know what to say. that he’s sorry? no that’s just pathetic and a dick move.

"i’ve never felt so out of place, matt. it was like i was invisible, sitting in a room crowded of people." you confessed, letting the blood bleed through your towel.

"i look like a fool." you frown, noticing that the cloth isn’t helping and your just ranting.

matt switch turned back on, rushing to grab a larger cloth from the stove, placing it onto your hand. his eyes met yours as he shook his head. "your not a fool."

"i’m a fool." he whispered, looking at the wound. "the one girl i care most in the world felt uncomfortable and hurt and i was an asshole for not even noticing. i didn’t mean to drop your hand. i was distracted and just was being a dick. i’m sorry."

you just stared, watching him closely. his eyes were apologetic and his words seemed like they had some meaning, but you just weren’t sure.

"okay…" you whispered.

"i mean it. i’m sorry. your the only person i care about. you know that right?” you shrug, just nodding. "okay. good."

you both starred at the space between you guys, before matt mutters "come here", wrapping his large arms around you. "i really am sorry." he whispers against your hair and you just nod.

"and you held my lifeless frame."

"i know." you respond licking you lips. "it’s okay."

are you real?

"'cause there we are again in the middle of the night"

a smirk placed on your face as you held a single uno card up to your face. you had a plan, one the was currently working. you played your weakest card, so your now holding your strongest one, just about to win.

matt wasn’t too far from you, he had four in his hands, taking forever to take his turn.

"we’ve been playing since six matthew. it’s three." you giggle, wanting him to just play a card so you can win.

“wait your turn pretty girl, i’m thinking."

you blushed at his comment, narrowing your eyes at his lips pressed together, before you lock eyes with the cards.

"pretty girl?" you teased, twirling your hair with your free hand.

"yeah," matt whispered, placing the cards face down on the table. "you are very pretty."

you moved the hair tangling in your hair to poke his nose playfully. "thank you… but it’s still your turn boy. go."

matt held his hands up in defense, before placing down a plus four. but you weren’t fazed. you stared at the card, before stacking your draw four ontop of his. you giggled at his stunned reaction before jumping up from the table and dancing in his face.

"i win!! loserrr…" you teased, before matt snaps, and grabs you by your hips, spinning you around. you laugh at the sweet touch before wrapping your arms around his neck.

"you definitely cheated." he replies, swaying your hips as you guys began slow dancing in the middle of the kitchen.

"we’re dancing 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light."

it’s dark, but you can see the light in matt’s eyes when his hands fully sneak around your waist, pulling you closer.

he looks beautiful in the light it’s impossible to look away from him. he’s smiling and his cheeks are a small tint of red.

"i’m no cheater," you whisper. his brows raise for moment, before he lifts your arms, spinning you like a princess.

"down the stairs, i was there. i remember it all too well."

"and there we are again when nobody had to know."

you bit the inside of your cheek as you stood behind matt, hand holding his behind his back. his head glanced down at you smiling, before he turned back towards his brothers nodding and listening.

you hated how this was how things was. you felt secretive, hidden, unaware of. you just stood in matt’s shadow always.

"you kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath.”

"what about you?" you heard nick say to you, lifting your head to face him. "tacos or burgers?" he asked, smiling.

matt rubbed his finger along the back of your hand, waiting for your answer.

you lips licked before smiling at them. "tacos?"

matt kissed your head, smiling at your answer, before slipping away from your hand. "tacos it is!"

"sacred prayer and we'd swear. to remember it all too well, yeah

the breaking point

when you wanted to ask matt to come over, your intentions was to hangout with your boyfriend and cuddle up along the couch. but when you opened the door and watched him linger there, you knew something was off.

his poster was low, his eyes seemed dark, he didn’t look himself.

you held the door waiting for him to walk in, kiss you numerous times, but he stood, quiet.

"well, maybe we got lost in translation, maybe i asked for too much."

"hey is everything okay?" you asked, forcing a smile. you stepped forward and matt backed away slightly, reaching his hand to his ear to scratch. you notice these small ticks. he only ever did it when he felt uncomfortable or nervous. you never made him feel either of those things through your entire relationship so seeing him now made your heart sink.

"but maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up."

"i’m fine- can we talk?" he asked, voice shaky, hands moving to shove in his pockets. you head turned to look over his shoulder. your neighborhood was walking into her apartment with her significant other, giggle and matt followed his glaze, tilting his head down. "please?"

"runnin' scared, I was there. i remember it all too well."

your head shook for a moment, bringing yourself back in time. "sure." you muttered, stepping from the door, hands feeling shaky. you moved towards the long couch, taking a seat as matt made his way in front of you, standing. your head looked up at him while he looked around your apartment.

it was cleaner, more decorative. you spent all of yesterday making the place look nice for matt, but seeing the expression on his face, you hated yourself for changing the place.

"the place look really nice." matt said, glancing at the pillows and blankets laid against the couch.

you ignored him, looking at your hands. "what do you want to talk about?"

"and you call me up again just to break me like a promise. so casually cruel in the name of bein' honest."

matt looked back towards you, kneeing down on his knees to sit in front of you. you looked at his face, seeing his eyes wonder anywhere but yours. he’s always distracted. "i wanted to talk about us…"

your breathing picked up as he placed his hands on your thighs, reaching for your shaky fingers. "i love you so much." he says, meeting your eyes. "your important to me and i want you to be happy always."

you waited for the but. there’s always a but.

he intertwined your fingers, looking at how small your hand looked in his. "but things between us have been off." he whispers, and you look away from his face, staring straight ahead. your eyes felt watery, but you weren’t going to cry. not in front of him. "and i know you’ve noticed, because filming and the podcast and everything really."

his voice gradually got quiet as you felt him just listing out excuses.

"i’m a crumpled-up piece of paper lyin’ here. 'cause I remember it all, all, all."

"matt stop-" you chocked out, stopping him immediately. your fingers slipped out of his and you kept staring away from him. "just stop."

"they say all's well that ends well, but i’m in a new hell everytime. you double-cross my mind."

he pushed back slightly, watching your watery eyes drop to his face. "this isn’t love." you whisper. "love is magic. it’s happy and healthy and you fight for love. you don’t push someone away because it’s getting too hard."

"i’m not pushing you out i’m-"

"matt you saying things have been off. we can work though off. if you care for me you’d fight for me."

"i’m doing what i think is best for you." "you said, "i think we should stop seeing each other."

"and that made me want to die."

"seeing each other? matthew what the fuck." you stood, causing matt’s eyes to lift you and follow you. he rose from his knees, standing up in front of you. "we’ve been dating for years matt and you think we’re just seeing each other?"

"no-" he quickly said, tilting his head down. "that’s not what i meant- you know what u mean."

"the idea you had of me, who was she?" a never-needy, ever-lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you."

"no matthew i don’t. you’ve been off. not us, you. it’s like your some switch where you don’t act like yourself when we’re with other people. it feels like i’m clinging to a fucking shadow. and i’m sick of it."

"not weepin' in a party bathroom, some actress askin' me what happened, you. that’s what happened, you"

"you don’t mean that." he breathed. "you’ve just been distant to us and it’s confusing me."

your nose scrunched as you stared at him. you were done you hated what was happening and it made your stomach twist, but you knew what had to be down. "matt get out."

his eyes widened and you were quite surprised yourself. "what?"

"i said get out." you said once more, but quieter and more hesitant.

"i wanted to talk, not us completely cut off communication."

"you’ve said and done enough." you whisper, looking at his eyes. "you want to stop seeing each other, then leave."

and so he did. just walking out, not hesitating.

the reeling

"time won't fly, it's like i’m paralyzed by it. i’d like to be my old self again, but i’m still tryin' to find it."

picking up the phone, you stared at the black screen for several long seconds. you weren’t happy. you were absolutely miserable, laying in your bed til twelve, falling asleep til three, you were unlike yourself and growing unhealthy.

it’s only been a month or two since your harsh break up and you couldn’t help longing for a message or a call from him, but you knew it wasn’t happening. you knew he was happier, healthier. and it made you want to die.

"after plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own. now you mail back my things and i walk home alone."

you finally turned on the phone, opening instagram and searching up his instagram. his posts hasn’t changed since you checked, his inactive on his insta. which didn’t bother you, it made you feel a sense of comfort.

you then open his shared account with his brothers. scrolling through the latest posts with him either smiling with his brothers or posing for the camera in the next. you smiled at how happy nick and chris looked, a small tear falling from your glossy eyes. you let your eyes linger on matt for a moment looking at the red sweater he was wearing.

"but you keep my old scarf from that very first week. 'cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me. you can't get rid of it"

it reminded you off the old scarf from you and matt’s past trip from the beginning of your relationship. it made you tear up even more, curling up in your bed, to continue scrolling.

"'cause i remember it all too well."

thirteen years gone, present

you rubbed your shivering hands together as you walked inside the small coffee shop. the autumn air was cold, it’s suppose to be a busy day in the office, so a small coffeee in the morning wouldn’t hurt

you found a small empty booth in the back of the coffee shop before pulling out your phone. the line is long and standing while waiting didn’t seem like your crowd. you quickly place a mobile order, waiting for your coffee.

you pull out your laptop, hiding in your tote bag, before scrolling through your recent works for work. your an interior designer for some company you applied for last spring. you love your job so much and the environment is healthy and makes you feel safe. your coworkers are crazy nice, and you have never felt happier.

as you scroll through your up coming projects, a waitress delivers you your small coffee to you. you mutter her a thank you before you hear the front door ding, causing you to raise your eyes.you have a bad habit of watching people in big scenes. not in a stalker way, but more in a curious way.

but when your eyes land on the man walking in, you nearly drop the hot coffee in your hands.

you handed seen him since he walked out your apartment years ago. it took you months to finally grow from how horrible and torn that relationship make you feel, and now seeing him dressed older, wiser, happier... it makes your heart sink.

"and i was never good at tellin' jokes, but the punch line goes, "I'll get older, but your lovers stay my age. from when your brooklyn broke my skin and bones. i'm a soldier who's returning half her weight."

his blue eyes still look and make your heart race the same. you can't help but let your eyes linger at him. his hair looks more put together, he has grown a few inches maybe, and his style as certainly improved. you have to tear your eyes away from him when you start getting flash backs from your past relationship.

"and did the twin flame bruise paint you blue?"

you stare at the computer seated in front of you before you hear your name from the side of you. your scared to turn and look, because you know who it is. it shouldn't surprise you he wanted to talk, it's matt.

your eyes turn and meet his bright blue. he's got a small smile, while he carries a refresher in his left hand. your not sure what it is, but it looks refreshing...

you let your eyes travel before they stare at the small ring wrapped around his ring finger. it looks beautiful, elegant.

you want to say something, smile, do something, but your heart is racing and your brain is fuzzy.

"i can't believe your here." matt says softly, letting his smile fall. "you look incredible."

"just between us, did the love affair maim you too?"

you loved when matt complimented you. it always made your insides curl and explode with butterflies, but does he compliment his wife like he use to compliment you? where is his wife? what does she look like? thousands of thoughts and questions about his relationship with this other woman fills your brain.

'cause in this city's barren cold. i still remember the first fall of snow and how it glistened as it fell."

a cold breeze goes straight to your cheeks when you hear the door ding again. you turn and see a smiley woman walk in. she looks around for a moment before she sees matt and smile. she walks towards where you and matt are, giving matthew a quick kiss.

matt whispers something to the woman and she then sends you a smile before finding a small booth. your eyes go back to matts, while he avoids yours.

"how have you been? it's been... forever." matt asks, looking back at you, and now your avoiding his glaze.

"i remember it all too well."

"i've been fine." you whisper, trying your hardest to hold in tears. "you seem to be doing fine yourself." you add, clearing your throat.

matt turns to the table the woman is seated at. "yeah... that's gigi. do you remember her from high school?"

your head shook, earning an oh from matt. a long pause escapes between you before you both speak up.

"y/n-"

"matt-"

"no please you first." matt says, stopping himself.

you have so many things to tell him. you want to shout at him for not fighting for you guys, you want to scream at him for breaking your heart, you just want him. again.

“just between us, did the love affair maim you all too well?"

you head falls, looking at the computer time. it's nearly nine and you don't want to be late for work. you start backing up your belongings, while matt stares at you confused.

his hands rest on yours as you feel your whole body react to the physical touch, but you tear yours away quick enough so gigi cant see.

your eyes lock with his and it feels like your nineteen again.

"i-i have work. i'm sorry." you swing your bag over your shoulder and matt watches you try to escape.

"do you need a ride? i know how much you hate driving in the cold-"

"matt." you stop and you both just stare at each other. it was so painful just standing there remembering how little he cared back then. your head just shook, grabbing your coffee and ignoring his pleading glaze. "goodbye."

and it was just a goodbye.

"just between us, do you remember it all too well?"

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